<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.treksinscifi.com/babedaily/babes/2014-01-24_Steamgirl.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>The Julie<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Black jeans, black t-shirt with 'This is my mutant power, there are many others like it but this one is mine' printed on it in white lettering, big black boots, hair in bunches, black wrap around shades<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>December 31st, 2019<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Late Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>The Avengers Penthouse, The Front Door (Top Floor)<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Brining in the New Year<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Everyones<br/><hr/><br/>Julie arrived at the building, she had been out taking care of Morlock business, and headed up the stairs, this took a while, but it was great exercise. About halfway up Julie wondered at the wisdom in this and admitted that the elevator was a much better idea and took that. She wandered into the room and immediately felt under dressed. Oh well, nobody said this was going to be that sort of affair?<br/><br/>She slipped through the room quietly despite her big heavy boots and headed into the kitchen. It was her habit, from her days of being a street scavenger as part of a Morlock Raider team to take stock of supplies and what was available before settling into a place, besides, she had run a scan on the way in and they had those tiny little sausage rolls and well, it was hard to find a good sausage roll in North America. There were things you missed when you moved to a new country and strangely sausage rolls were on that list for Julie. She was hungry, she had been using a lot of the dark matter that day and that always left her ravenous.<br/><br/>There, on the counter was a tray full of little tiny sausage rolls. "You are all going to die." Julie told them as she stepped up to the plate and lifted one, examining it with scans before nodding to herself, this, this was going to be good. Oh yes.