<strong>Name:</strong>Miss Spell<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Overwatch Helipad<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/71956915/MissSpell.jpg)</div><br/>Miss Spell happened to be at headquarters when the two alerts came in.  She was meditating in the lotus position, floating three feet off the floor, and in the nude.  Incense was burning in a pot in front of her and sitar music was playing on the sound system.  Her calm was interrupted by the smartphone... the advanced device was contained in a "Hello Kitty" case.  "I like how serene she looks" she had explained, though she also did it to strike a blow against the sterile, efficient, vaguely dehumanizing look of so much of Overwatch's place.<br/><br/>"A rescue mission, that's good..." she thought.  Preferable to beating up criminals in the street again.  But bad that people are in danger of drowning!  Getting to her feet, she spread her arms wide and put her palms up, opening a connection between where she was and where she needed to be.  There was a loud POP on the helipad as she appeared, her long hair blowing out behind her from the rotor wash.  She looks down at herself and up at the tinted cockpit, thinking back to a discussion about how she sometimes distracts the pilots when she suns herself in the nude on the roof.  She makes another quick gesture and her costume appears on her curvy form.  The long fringe on her vest and the two sections of her skirt start blowing up as well.<br/><br/>Shading her eyes against the warm Florida sun she peers out at the rapidly-approaching form of Cherry Spark.  "I heard you coming" she says in a friendly, vaguely-blissful voice.<br/>