<div class="floatright">(https://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbseg/281/281190-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Sunsteel Angel (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sUficS9x7T6kj6rN5vrXNwxZMpXrmOI_1FT83lN0q8c/edit)</strong></span>Location: Avengers Tower, Command Room, Sand Diego<br/>Tagging: None<br/><br/>Angela had told the girls at the hostel about her coming costume party with an old show buddy. Two of her friends said they had just the idea, let them take care of it. So, she had. Now she unpacked, flashy arms with thousands of frills of every color, a bright pink halter top, nice combat style boots, a carnival hammer accessory, and some of the shortest shorts she could get into. This could get dangerous. Oh, what had those girls gotten her into, some kind of kinky clown?<br/><br/>Their enthusiasm as she arrived for the touch-ups was catchy, though the first thing they did was blindfold her. She could not see the development, just relax, talk Catholic gossip and be pampered. The top reminded her of old Carmen Something or other pictures with the massive fruit basket on her head.  She laughed at the girls giggles when she shared this, no, she would not be Carmen Miranda, one of the girls chuckled as they began the decorations and make-up. Something on her cheek, lots on her thighs, she was heated a bit by this, but tried not to squirm or give evidence. They were even doing something with her hair, something they swore would wash out easily. She hoped she would not be regretting this for weeks to come.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">Angela (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sUficS9x7T6kj6rN5vrXNwxZMpXrmOI_1FT83lN0q8c/edit)</span></strong></span>Emissary of the Divine<br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/aa/Vedaa_Cosplay-1-.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Location:</strong>Club Afterlife<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Scandal, NPCs, GM<br/><strong>Hero Points:</strong>2<br/><strong>Conditions:</strong>Clothed in combat boots, skimpy little short-shorts, suspenders, hot pink haltar top, and frilly multi-colored armed clear plastic jacket, gold choker with a heart, and streaked colorings in her hair. A hollowed out plastic carnival hammer as an accessory. Permanent marker decorations describing her 'relationship with Puddin'<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Combat Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Move Action: <br/>Attack Action: <br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Angela loved the hot mess description her church sisters described of the character she portrayed. Yeah, she could do this. The beat reached far into the street as she made her way through the line her phone in hand part of the time. The bouncers checked her hammer before laughing at how insignificant, before she bopped him on his head and pecked him on the cheek when he waved her through. Bouncing to the beat, she made her way to the bar, the hammer waving in abandon over her head as she walked, signalling her location as she made her way through the thrumming crowd. At the bar, she bumped Scandal, making eye-contact and giving her the trademarked Harley wink, before taking a 'sex on the beach' and bouncing off with the rhythm, again her hammer marking her position. she makes her way into one of said dens of bouncing dancing iniquity nearest the shadowed corner the meeting was held.