<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SjKFcbb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Shvaughn Erin</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289725.msg14236233#msg14236233)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Headquarters, Hospital Area<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 weeks after Epochalypse, 2 Days Before First Mission<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Vanilla<br/><hr/><br/>Shvaughn had answered the call, though there was a bit of technical difficulties involved. Her suit's built in communications device didn't synch up quite as well as it should with old cellular or satellite tech, so even though she had managed to hack into the cell system and get a "phone number" (what a primitive concept!) that would reach her uniform, it wasn't exactly the most reliable. Still it had held up long enough for Amethyst to explain what she had in mind.<br/><br/>Shvaughn had really not had much in the way of alternatives. If anyone would have the tech and motivation to help her get back to the right time, after Epoch had so rudely snagged her back to this one and then had the temerity to die before he could return her, it would be the new Justice League. If that's what they were going to call themselves after all.<br/><br/>There was no record of this team in her history books, or what little historical records she still had stored in her uniform's data from the jump back in time. This was an anomaly, something that history hadn't seen because Epoch hadn't made it happen yet. This made her worried that she would never be pulled back, as one typically couldn't keep memories of a past paradox (as every third grader knew in the 31st century) but here she was, fully aware of everything. Perhaps you didn't lose the memories until the paradox was resolved and it only seemed like an inability. Hopefully her recordings would prove useful in resolving that some day.<br/><br/>So here she was, having made herself at home. She got along with the others well enough so far, at least she thought she did, their customs were quite different than hers. Their clothes seemed strange, the fact they they kept changing them, or that they got dirty in the first place, very odd to the cop from the future where clothes don't need to be washed and can turn into whatever you like with a thought. She hadn't let them be anything but her tight uniform thus far, and couldn't deny she enjoyed the looks the flattering cut and the heeled boots sometimes got her. In fact, she enjoyed quite a lot the attention she got in this time for many different reasons, not least of which that she was treated like a superhero. So a superhero she vowed to be.<br/><br/>She had made her way into the hospital area of the compound, glancing about to make sure nobody was looking over her shoulder, she lifted her wrist and ran it across the various medical supplies, checking chemical compositions. "No no no no no..." she muttered as she ran it over the drugs. Was she looking for something in particular? What was she doing here? Would anyone find out? Find out next post!<br/><br/>