<strong>Myriad, LA</strong><br/><hr/><em>@ home</em><br/>She held still while another of her selves picked out the glass. She wasn't sure what she had seen outside but things were definitely not natural.<br/><br/>"Good thing we heal quickly huh?" She asked one of the others. She chuckled as she wiped off her face with iodine and applied a butterfly bandage from the kit she kept. "One of the problems about this power is I tend to talk to myself." She joked.<br/><br/><em>On the street</em><br/><br/>Val walked down the street, keeping away from high solitary objects like light poles or trees as she tried to get a bearing on where the flying woman was. She figured, given the way the storm's eye circled around her, that she was another Paranormal. One that was stalling her premiere she thought when she was feeling a bit shallow.<br/><br/>More importantly, she told herself as she headed after the woman. She was putting folks in danger and deep down Val was against that. She had thought long and hard about her own talents and how they can be abused.<br/><br/>Right now, she reminded herself, it was time to see what the hell was going on as she started jogging towards the next series of buildings in the woman's flight path. She was sure that she could catch up to her if she hurried. Particularly since she didn't seem to be in a particular hurry.<br/><br/><em>@ Marie's Office</em><br/><br/>"You sure that this will work out?" She asked as she looked over the document. She was majority holder of the company, with Marie and Ian Summerfeld, her lawyer, each owning 20% of the company. That meant that she was in control no matter what. Ian had done a good job of explaining things, and was actually looking forward to taking things to court when she came out.<br/><br/>Each time he saw something about paranormals in the news, he made gleeful noises about establishing new precedents. He was already talking about establishing a new firm dealing exclusively with Paranormal law. He had been teleconferencing with old classmates all over the country and overseas associates. Already he was networking and setting up groups to battle out precedents.<br/><br/>She picked up the pen and started initialing the paperwork as she looked through it one last time. Hopefully her otherself would be able to talk the storm riding woman to move out to the east. There were some spots in the desert that could use a storm like this.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Myriad, NYC</strong><br/><br/>"I don't know Timothy, I got a few applications in. Truth be told, this week is kind of weird." She said as she walked in with another gallon jug of water and some food for her budding self. "It's going to a big deal for me honest." Not to mention the fact that she really DIDN'T want to see him again. She had enjoyed things at first till the toad had shown his true colors. Of course his ex, Jennifer, had been a nice compensation. She had spent a nice weekend in the Hamptons with her.<br/><br/>"I'm still settling in here in New York, I doubt I have the time for another audition." She added with a well rehearsed sigh. Right now she was more worried about what one of her selves in LA was doing than hooking up with a shallow guy like him. Problem was there were a lot of guys like him out there. "Tell you what, give me your email and phone number and if I get a moment free I'll call you back. Though if you're serious about a film job you know you have to go through my agent." And of course he would rather cut off parts of himself than do that, Marie hates him.