<strong>Alias</strong>: Plasma<br/><strong>Your Team</strong>: Team G<br/><strong>Who you're interacting with</strong>: Team G<br/><br/>James came too just as the yellow walls were coming down, apparently they had lost.  His face was caked with melted dirt, and feeling the heat radiating off of the ground he takes a moment to try and lower the temp on the cooling plasma he expelled onto the entire field.  Smooth dirt was all that was left as he cools and disposes the plasma.  He thought about going over to team F and making sure they were all ok after his area attack.  Actually he's a little embarrassed that he's was not only knocked out but also had a lost control enough to have to blanket the area with plasma.  So with head hung down, and slightly throbbing he walks out under his own power even as the rest of his team is carried out on stretchers.  The nurses checked him out quickly and gave him some Tylenol for his head but otherwise let him go.<br/><br/>Following his handlers he walks barefoot along the sidewalk towards the 'Steel House'.  With a name like that James was expecting, well not what he saw.  It didn't seem like a real steel house at all, it looked quite modern and comfortable actually.  Entering he scoped out a room for himself even as he felt the wood floor beneath his feet.  Slowly the rest of his teammates were brought in and placed on beds to rest up on their own.  James instead of resting went to into the restroom and showered, cleaning off the dirt, mud and sweat that had accumulated from the fight.  After drying off he pulled a few spare cloths he had in his bag out and looked at the ones he was wearing.  The pants were totaled, having melted the cuffs when his socks and shoes also disappeared.  No second pair of shoes for him though, so it's socks alone in the house.