Alysia gagged as Clyde's movements became erratic, jerky, and generally hard to deal with and predict.  She forced herself to relax, lungs straining as she let him finish.  She swallowed, not having much of an option, but her good mood was rapidly turning into annoyance at his new behaviour.  She sucked in a ragged breath once he released her hair, and stood to rinse her mouth out with water from the shower.  She felt him groping her, not romantically, not out of any desire to get her off, and her unhappy mood turned even darker.<br/><br/>She turned to leave as he spoke, and shot him a look that promised hell to pay later.  A spy cam?  Really?  He thought she would do that?  Maybe it<em>was</em>time to break up with the asshole.<br/><br/>"Have fun."  She answered with a falsely sweet tone, then exited the shower even before the alarm had gone off.  She had just grabbed a towel and was beginning to dry off when Zoe's phone began to go off.  She glanced at the woman with a frown, the topic of spy cameras on her mind, only to glance towards the door at the clear emergency announcement.<br/><br/>She didn't bother drying much more as she yanked on her own clothes and chased after the others.  As soon as she was out of the school, and as soon as she had some cover, she crouched and focused.  Her body began to shift, small changes, subtle changes, but enough to make it hard to tell it was her.  She felt alive, faster, stronger, healthier, more aware.  But, as always, she felt a burst of annoyance.  A set of cat-like ears grew from her head, a tail to match from her tailbone.  Her clothes melted away, replaced with a short skirt, stockings, and a corset.  It was ridiculous, but somehow was intrinsically tied to the shift.  She could modify it but not prevent it.  She grabbed her phone and pressed her thumb against the scanner followed by a few quick taps.  It began to melt and grew up her arm, merging and changing the skirt into a skin-tight suit of armour.  Well, it looked like armour at least, it was more offensive in nature, and offered little more than the skirt in terms of defense.  That done, she focused and, with a flash of light and a dull hum, lifted into the air.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fort and Fort Reroll with HP</div><div class="spoiler_body">Full Result: PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric rolled: 1d20, adding 4 to the total<br/>Comment: Fort DC15<br/>Result: 5,<br/>Total: 9<br/><br/>Full Result: PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric rolled: 1d20, adding 4 to the total<br/>Comment: Fort DC15 Hero Point to Reroll<br/>Result: 11,<br/>Total: 15</div></div><br/>The sound of screams and the sight of fire from the school immediately drew her attention, and she rushed off to help as much as she could.  She immediately encountered a wall of flames, flames that her suit offered little protection from.  She cursed, then, with a smile, did what many a student had dreamed of over the years.  She lifted her hands and unleashed twin blasts of energy.  They distorted the light that passed through them as they sped through the air and slammed into the wall behind the trapped students.  There was a flash of a light, a dull thud, and the wall exploded outwards to reveal a clear route out of the school.<br/><br/>As she sped back out she saw the people milling about uselessly.  With a growl, she prepared to berate them, only to notice another heroine nearby.<br/><br/>"Get them out of here!"  She shouted, pointing at the crowds and making sure the other heroine understood.  (OOC: She is delegating the Persuasion roll to Hornet).<br/><br/>Then, she flicked on her suit's radio as she sped upwards to hear only static.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Technology</div><div class="spoiler_body">Full Result: PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric rolled: 1d20, adding 18 to the total<br/>Comment: Technology<br/>Result: 14,<br/>Total: 32</div></div><br/><br/>She paused, hovering in midair, as a frown crossed her face.  She twisted her arm to look at an interface on her wrist and began to hit various buttons.  In only a few moments she had corrected for the interference and, hovering in midair, was doing her best to act as a relay for any emergency signals.  She set her suit to take in the emergency bands and rebroadcast them, hoping that the act would serve to improve the response to the disaster unfolding below her.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Kayley finally exited the shower, her skin pink from too much hot water, to find that all the other girls had left.  She wasn't certain whether to be annoyed or happy and, with intentional slowness, she wandered over to her stuff to slowly dry off.  She made sure to get every drop before she wrapped the towel around her head and began to dress first.  Underwear first, skirt, top.  She was unaware of the disaster going on outside, and as people fought desperately to survive, was carefully adjusting her clothes in the mirror.