Well, that went pretty well, if Chica said so herself! Which in this case, she did; as Bowman would accurately point out later, this was not in fact her first time in front of a camera. Practice makes perfect as you know.<br/><br/>The message over comms came in, and she made it obvious that she was listening to something. A small scrunch of face, a returning smile, and politely informed them that she had to go, 'duty calls'. Didn't take long to meet up with the rest of the crew, and even less time to get on the ship. Once on, she was able to sit - or rather, 'fall onto a reinforced seat in a sitting posture' - and relax on her way to the space station.<br/><br/>Personally she'd rather be on Earth instead of the Lighthouse, but beggars can't be choosers. She was pretty sure she could survive in space too, as much as it would probably suck horrendous asshole to do. Reentry... that was something she wasn't too sure of testing on her demi-goddess body...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>In the geo... geosynchronous? Was that the word? Hell, Chica just knew that the Lighthouse was permanently stuck above Freedom City 24/7/365. This meant that it was nearing dusk for the tower, technically; not quite the same timeline as on Earth proper, but the sun was being eclipsed soon enough. It was a fairly fascinating sight, seeing the Earth from above like this.<br/><br/>Once the voice - it was a sexy tone of voice by the way - signaled that they were docked and ready to disembark, Chica was one of the first out the back gate. The place reminded her of a new hospital for some reason, purely by the scent that is. Why it smelled like that, she wasn't sure, but she figured that it had something to do with unique nature of being in space. She had no idea how there was gravity, but considering her own home contained the world's most advanced gravity gym capable of amplifying the local gravitational forces on her body and equipment, it wasn't that out of the realm of realism. So says the daughter of an Aztec goddess of the underworld.<br/><br/>From there, the group split up; Bowman to the armory, Thunderbolt to the infirmary... which left her to head to the control room with the<em>Princess</em>. Great...<br/><br/>Chica was conspicuously not chatty as she usually would be as she made her way though in the direction of the control room, as pointed out by the signs. She used the automated systems for moving, despite having quite a quick pace herself, mainly because she wasn't particularly USED to just casually running around at top-mortal-athlete speeds. It was, after all, generally not considered normal or polite, especially at school where she spent a fair chunk of time.<br/><br/>Eventually they would arrive at the control center - vast and highly technological as was expected - but not as expected was to see basically the entirety of the league - particularly the big names of Siren, Rocket, Daedelus (expected) and... Bowman? Wait, really? - there as well. The cake made the circumstances of the gathering all the more obvious, and was indeed quite a surprise, and one of the more pleasant ones of the day.<br/><br/>"Well, he certainly tried," Chica replied with a grin, as her mind immediately went to the seduction of her teacher and subsequent getting fucked in the ass by her. "...it could have been worse though, between him and the slime earlier."<br/><br/>That was more true than just the turn of phrase of course...<br/><br/>"Orange and white with sugar skulls huh?" Chica commented as she approached the cake. "Who do I have to thank for the cake by the way?"