<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Mona2_zps6f4e3fc5.jpg)</div><strong>Joslyn Ross, "Downpour"</strong><br/><br/>Jos listened to the host prattle on for far too long. She was normally a very patient person, but she'd been listening to Chad for weeks and once she stopped being starstruck, she had figured out just how fake the man was. Granted, he was a host and an actor so he probably wasn't the only one in the industry who put on a fake smile and faked loving his job. In fact, she knew he wasn't. Still, it was a weird feeling to experience. To finally realize how phony celebrities were. Was that hypocritical? Looking around, Jos realized that all twenty of them standing here were now famous - if only for fifteen minutes. When the videos of the judges came on, Joslyn finally realized; if she won, she'd actually be a celebrity. Heroes like HercuLina were extremely popular; they had posters, commercials, product lines, all sorts of things. It was more than just doing what felt right. It was being a role model, a spokesperson, a hero to be adored. Some embraced the limelight, like HercuLina, some treated it with scorn, like Hellfire. Still others didn't seem to care one way or the other, like Recoil. Hmm. The judges were certainly from different bits of the spectrum. Had that been done on purpose?<br/><br/>Joslyn snapped out of her reverie when the group broke up to find rooms. She grinned, tugged on the brim of her cap and proceeded briskly inside. Caring little where she stayed, she tossed her bags into the nearest empty space and set her EV (a tiny little blue Poseidon) to claim it as her own. The words 'Downpour' appeared in blue and she smiled. Next came exploration, but that was cut short when she saw people heading to the pool. How could she resist it's siren song? Jos followed some of the other contestants and admired the clear blue water from the pool's edge.