Talia wasn’t really sure where she landed.  Dark spots obscured her vision and for a moment she had to rely only on her sense of touch.  L.A., she remembered that much.  Something about a superman invasion, destroyed Moscow, team split up, evacuated the city, got her ass kicked.  It was starting to come back to her like the foggy recollections the day after blacking out.<br/><br/>The interior of the carrier slowly filled the momentary dark spots of her vision, like a slowly revealed puzzle, until she realized she had indeed made it through the door.  A lot of good that had done her.  Well, at least she could get to the action quicker now, after a quick detour.<br/><br/>A gate opened across town and Talia stepped out in the center of the Creative Capital of the World.  Talia quickly coaxed two audio engineers to gather their stuff and follow her.  A few moments later, another gate appeared closer to the battle and the techs got to work.  Talia was already loose and she was eager to rock out, already wearing her “hand’s free” mic.<br/><br/>A nod was given.  Multicolored lights filled the sky overhead.  The sound of a single guitar reverberated through the air.  The rhythm of a drum entered a moment later.  Talia’s foot kept pace with the beat.  Explosions and chaos had rocked Los Angeles for long enough.  Now it was time for something else to rock the city and possibly, with a little luck, put an end to this nightmare.  She glanced at the other techie, the one with the camera.  He was supposed to capture a lot of prime footage.  Stuff she could use for a future video.  It would undoubtedly cut production costs, and the real stuff was much better than CGI.<br/><br/>Lights and music were meant to draw the supermen’s attention to her, if Steven didn’t keep them too preoccupied.  She didn’t know what Adam was doing.  Probably being all “I’m the last survivor of the universe, fear me”.  Yeah, he was likely listening to her thoughts at that very moment.<br/><br/>The pop star’s voice was broadcasted through the mic.  An invisible soundwave flooded forward to meet the wave of invading supermen where they met a Hypnotic Voice too powerful for even these Herculean men to resist.  The messages in her song were for the supermen’s ears alone.  Her message was to stop fighting, for a small handful to protect her, and the rest to attack their brethren.  The song lyrics probably sucked, but she’d have time to work on those later, you know, when L.A. wasn’t facing obliteration.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Private Concert</div><div class="spoiler_body">Team 1d10<br/>Creative Capital of the World 1d8<br/>Empathetic Brainwashed Victim 1d4 (+1PP)<br/>Mind Control 1d12<br/>Teleportation 1d10<br/>Enhanced Senses 2d8 (-1PP)<br/>Music Video 1d8 (Business resource, -1PP)<br/>Psych Expert 2d6<br/>Physical Stress 1d8 (step up physical stress to d10)<br/>HIS KNIFE IS EVERYWHERE! 1d12<br/>Area Attack 2d6 <br/><br/>2d12,2d10,5d8,4d6,1d4=[3, 12], [8, 8], [1, 4, 8, 6, 6], [3, 5, 5, 6], [1] (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3622954/)<br/><br/>Drop the 12 for Dance of Destiny, 8+8+8+6=30 total to inflict emotional stress on Supermen Wave 3; d12, d8, d8 effect dice  (-1PP, 2PP remains)</div></div>