<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.treksinscifi.com/babedaily/babes/2014-01-24_Steamgirl.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Julie Parish (Blackout)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Black well polished army boots, black jeans, black blouse with frill collar and cuffs, black denim jacket with many enamel pins, black sunglasses, white and red stripped cane, black M73 Ski Cap reproduction with gold piping.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Sep 10, 2019<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Mid-Day<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>The Avengers Tower -> Centeral New York<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Kitchens off of the skylounge<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Madam Satan, Hellstrom, Cipher, Blackout, Law and Daredevil<br/><hr/><br/>The call had come in days ago. Julie had been out of the country at that point of course and had missed it. For days. On returning she had found the messages turn up once she turned her phone back on. She wasn't overly fond of cell phones beyond their capacity to play music and had really very limited use for one for years while she was still completely blind so had never really aquired the habit of keeping one around. Some cryptic message about the Avengers? Yeah, great, so likely a trap. And an insistent one. Fabulous.<br/><br/>Still, how could she really resist a trap?<br/><br/>Julie had arrived at the tower in the normal way, up through the basement from the tunnels underneath the place. After all, if you knew the tunnels under the city as well as she did it made all the sense in the world to use them when attending an event that was most likely some kind of 'kill off all the remaining possible heroes' type deal. She had arrived and picked her way in past the various mechanical locks, the electronic security seemed to be currently disabled, and worked her way in, and then up, searching floor by floor, looking for signs of something, anyone, that was out of place. Her ability to 'scan' through walls and generally being very hard to detect at night with the darkness ability and all coming in exceptionally handy with all the lights off in the place.<br/><br/>The trap turned out to be very good indeed. There was no sign of it. Always deeply suspicious when they had hidden the trap so well that a human MRI couldn't find the damn thing. By the time Julie reached the top of the building she found everything more or less deserted, at least people wise, yet there was food in the fridge and most of the furniture was still in place. She decided to wait till the next evening to leave again as it was getting light outside, napping on one of the sofas for the morning before getting up and heading to the kitchen once she was up and around.<br/><br/>She had been sitting down at one of the counters with a rather bland can of ravioli in tomato sauce in one hand and a fork in the other contemplating the wisdom of having taken the descision to open the thing in the first place when she heard movement out in the lounge. Ah, the party was starting then? Trap time! Julie put the can down, dabbed at her face with a paper napkin, placed the fork on the napkin and stood to pad silently over to the door. There was someone out there alright, she could sense the figure stalking about in the lounge, and at the very extent of her 'scan' range pickup the burned out lock on one of the doors in from the roof. Someone female, not ferociously tall but certainly not short, attractive, a very nice figure, and there was something about them that Julie was sure she recognised but couldln't quite place. They were familiar though. She was sure there was a name there somewhere in the back of her head, but her brain was saying that this was a friend. Ah, classic trap. Show you someone you think you know.<br/><br/>Stepping out from the kitchen on silent feet despite the big heavy boots Julie padded into the room as Angelica had her back turned and sat down on one of the couches, waiting to be noticed. She was as ready as she was going to be for this trap. Might as well play along and find out what it was all about.