(OOC: Alas you made many opportunities to spend them, but fear not loyal poster for you shall get many more opportunities to build them back up!)<br/><br/>Ms. Cheng and the other reporters held their many tongues when La Mariposa spoke; even her last query-slash-quip at the end earned a few smiles which would have broken out into chuckles were it not for journalistic professionalism. But that moment of silence was broke in but seconds as another figure weighed in with a fresh set of questions. But thankfully she was saved by the ring from her commlink.<br/><br/><em>La Mariposa, it's time to go. Debrief at the Lighthouse in 2200 hours.</em><br/><br/>The signal came from none other than Daedalus, the immortal inventor who set up the communications network in the first place. The other Leaguers clearly got it, and they waved at La Mariposa to follow as a Pegasus plane passed over to collect them.<br/><br/>"You did well for your first time with the press," Thunderbolt said. "I was a bit too...static in my candor."<br/><br/>"First time as a full-fledged member," Bowman corrected, "Wait, did you just make an energy joke?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Lighthouse</strong></span><br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/34GrPZ1.png?1)</div><br/>Scene Music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ju5CW8_CpT0)<br/><br/>Although 14 years old, the satellite headquarters of the Freedom League had that fresh new sheen and smell once the impervium-lined doors scanned their identities to allow them entry into the observation deck. Were it not for the teleportals capable of instantaneous travel the sight of a giant marble-like sphere amidst a starry expanse would be the clearest indicator that one was indeed in outer space. The view of the sun was partially obscured by Earth, appearing as a sliver of light lighting up part of the planet while leaving the rest in darkness.<br/><br/><em>Welcome to the Lighthouse,</em>said a feminine automated voice.<em>Enjoy your stay.</em><br/><br/>"Unless you're heading in that direction I'm doing to restock at the armory," Bowman said. "Daedalus and the others should be at the control center."<br/><br/>"I'll get my suit repaired at the infirmary," Thunderbolt responded. "Would be better for morale if I appeared at my best."<br/><br/>"It's alright Thunderbolt," Centuria responded. "We're among friends now, everyone knows the trials of our work the best."<br/><br/>The Lighthouse was expansive, but not difficult at all to travel. Conveyor belts and vacuum-accelerated elevators allowed those without super-movement to get around safely and swiftly, while every room was marked with clear sets of red numbers on spotless white sliding doorways.<br/><br/>Most of the League was at the control center, where various computers kept watch over Earth and nearby planets via satellite relays. Daedalus himself was there to greet her, as was Bowman who was oddly quick for his little errand.<br/><br/>"I hope Hades hasn't ruined your birthday," Daedalus said with a wave and smile. "We still have two hours to celebrate before November begins...if we're going by Eastern Standard Time."<br/><br/>A nearby orange-and-white birthday cake whose candles were recently lit sat on top of a wide monitoring table, with plates and napkins, with sugar skulls placed upon the frosting.<br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/g2msF97.png)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Let me know if you'd prefer to role-play first and perhaps explore the Lighthouse for some character development, or move to another scene or Caper. In the latter case there are several International Incidents which can be monitored in the Control Room.</em></div></div>