<div class="floatleft">(http://lotgk.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/04gemmajoker.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>The Merry Prankster</strong></span><br/><br/>Even without her painted grin, Matilda had a smile on her face. The little super-powered pissing contest the guys were doing was quite amusing. Her own powers were more subtle... a wee bit of psionic manipulation of the brain's biochemicals to manipulate emotional reactions. In other words, the Merry Prankster could really fuck with your head. Matilda had no intention of doing that to her fellow candidates without their permission. It would be like slipping someone a roofie. Totally creepy. What was not creepy was the third guy to join their little party. Matilda wondered if the man in the iron suit was some nerd overcompensating but he didn't seem to be missing anything to Matilda.<br/><br/>"Hey, pal o' mine. How's the reception in that tin suit of yours? Does it have satellite radio?"<br/><br/>As she chatted up the fellas, Matilda saw a totally adorable girl in a cap go by. She was pretty sure she called herself Downpour and it looked like she had picked a room pretty close to hers. Matilda made a note to check on that... and her... later.