ASSEMBLE! {superhero meeting}

[Max Rose]

"Holy shit. Seriously? Like, for real?" Max stared at the crowd of students. Several had already gathered here. Sure, the room wasn't completely filled to overflowing or anything, yet, but there were actually people present there. Real people. Not just Max and her little group of nerds. It occurred to her that she probably should have come forward and admitted to this being her idea. Because there was no way that some of the people here would ever have signed on if they knew that Max was the one who'd thought everything up.

She'd made certain to reserve a room, or, more like burst in and kind of declared her territory, sort of. Or something. It seemed like a good idea at the time, okay? Which kind of summed up this idea in its entirety.

Right now, Max had on her superhero outfit: tight leather pants, matching shirt, and a loose jacket with red fringe. She'd bought the material herself, and more or less bribed a few people she knew to get things together. So, yeah, it was a bit X-Men, but she was damned if she was wearing spandex (plus, that was, like, her Halloween outfit). She'd made certain to show a bit of skin though, particularly on her stomach and along her arms. Mostly because of her power. Totally not just because she wanted the attention.

"Uhhhh," she said. How exactly did you start a meeting for a superhero group again? Were they even ready to get started? Max looked at the clock. A little early yet. So, yeah, not quite. Which meant some more waiting. Or should Max be smooshing. No, wait, she needed to hide and show up at the right time. That's what the real leaders of these things did.

So Max sought out the bar, figuring that would be as good a place to hide as any. Sure, getting back there might be a bit against the rules, and probably not exactly a superhero thing (Max had at least admitted that most of the heroes would be under twenty-one, so give her some credit). So, yeah, she moved back there and sat down, adjusting. Yeah, this would totally work. Let them mingle and wonder what the hell they were doing here.

This was totally, 100% awesome.

[Jemima Rennal]

Jem had arrived at the designated meeting place with her outfit perfectly prepared. Unlike Max, she had gone down the catsuit style with green and blue detailing. There was a techno-belt with little specimen samples in little jars, and a DNA strand logo on her chest. Along with this was some sort of headset over her ear and down into a microphone. She, like Max, had bare hands, but this really was just due to her power. She was also wearing awesome knee boots with a heel, because she definitely thought her butt was going to look crap without the boost.

All the same, she was ready to kick ass and take names, with her mask on and everything. She practically burst through the door and then stared over at Max and flailed excitedly. "MAX!" She hollered, ignoring nearly everyone else and throwing herself over the bar to glomp her friend. "Hot outfit. Hot idea. Hot everything." She exclaimed, flailing her arms and nearly breaking something behind said bar.

"Wow okay there's quite a few of us." She realised, turning round and frowning. "And it looks like not everyone made an effort with their costumes." A deep glare. Everyone should have a proper crimefighting outfit. "I'm Genetica." She thumbed the DNA strand on her catsuit. "And I yelled at Isaac all last week to help me make this. Took ages. It's kind of stripy Harley-Quinn meets Catwoman meets X-men." She paused then, breathing.

"Dani and Robbie are gonna come. Ginny's coming too. I helped make her gadgets." A big proud grin. "So who exactly are we going to go kick the ass of? Mia? Small woodland animals? That creepy guy who hangs at the mall and tries to get in the girls changing rooms?" Her excitement was practically radiating. God which specimen pot should she use first? Stinging Tree? Might be a bit dangerous for people to get close to her. Dart Frog? Maybe something less stingy and more inner strength. Lion DNA - thank you zoo - would give her good vision, albeit weakening her knowledge of colours, and some strength too, good sense of smell... heavier muscle density. She'd just be a little hairier. And get tired a lot easier. Hm.

"Anyway, you gonna make a speech?" Jem asked, running a hand through her hair.

[Lucy Holiday]

Holy crap! The totally awesome super something meeting! Lucy had almost forgotten. After her last round of chemotherapy Lucy didn't exactly feel super, but she was damned sure gonna try! Lucy was determined to earn her Warrior Princess title by fighting more than just cancer. Besides, if cancer was gonna take her down, Lucy wanted to leave everyone with something completely awesome to remember her by. Sounds like a morbid thought, but for Lucy it was one that inspired a fierce, kick ass attitude! The petite, curvy brunette stood in front of the full length mirror on the back of her door with a frown plastered on her face.

Good thing she was pretty much an expert with visual illusions! Lucy's chocolate brown eyes drifted shut for a split second. After a moment of concentration - poof! Lucy's skin slowly took on a pinkish, healthy glow that mimicked her natural complexion. With that accomplished, she cast a desperate glance at the clock. Not much time! Good thing she didn't actually have to buy a costume, or even make one for that matter. All she had to do was think one up and make it happen! Perfect for last minute planning. As she worried her bottom lip between her teeth, a plan began to form.

Purple! There had to be lots of purple! Not only was it her favorite color, it was also the support ribbon color for Hodgkin Lymphoma - the beast that Lucy fought daily. "Hair! I gotta have purple hair!" Lucy shouted her revelation to the empty room around her as she set into motion. Soon her head was covered with thick, jet black locks that fell past her shoulders. Bright purple streaks framed her face and ran through the bangs that fell over her eyes. To give the do more of a warrior vibe, she added lots of spiky texture. Lucy wanted to look fierce in a drop dead gorgeous sort of way. She did not want to even think about the word cute in combination with her super hero alter ego! Her eyes changed to a deep emerald green. Around them she plastered black and purple eye shadow accented with silver glitter. The make up created almost a masked effect. Her lips she kept simple with a pinkish gloss. Her pout had always been kissable, why mess with perfection?

Face complete, now it was time for the hard part - the outfit! Lucy wanted something sexy, but not slutty - more of a of punk rock style. Lucy sported a long top with a scooped neck that barely reached her mid thigh. The top skimmed her curves in all the right places and sported strategically placed rips. The ragged material was dyed a mixture of black and various shades of purple. Silver glitter outlined the rips and highlighted the skin peeping out below. After adding a studded black belt to perfect the top, Lucy decided on a simple pair of black leather pants to cover her rear end. The final touch was to add a pair of totally awesome black boots with purple laces that sported a pretty impressive heel. With the transformation complete, Lulu finally turned her frown into the mischievous grin that she was famous for.

A final glance at the clock told her that she had only twenty minutes to make it from her dorm room to the place chosen for their first ever totally awesome meeting! With a happy squee she grabbed her favorite pen and a glittery notebook. Totally geeky, but Lucy wanted to be prepared just in case there was important information to remember. With the notebook tucked under her arm, the petite girl zoomed out of her dorm and scurried across the campus as fast as her short little legs could carry her. Thankfully the high heels were only an illusion, or Lucy would have never made it without a broken ankle!

Her emerald green eyes widened in surprise as she saw how many people were mingling around the room in various degrees of costume. With the smirky grin firmly in place, Lucy greeted anyone that cared to hear. "Never fear my costumed friends! Lucy, Mistress of Illusions has arrived!" Giggling and rolling her eyes at herself, the brightly costumed girl raised her hand in protest before too many people had a chance to respond. "Yeah, I know. The name sucks. Anyone got a better idea?"

[Izzy James]

It hadn't exactly been Izzy's idea to attend the superhero meeting. His friends AJ and Jared had been the ones who really thought this was a good idea. Since Izzy went along with, well, anything they proposed, he was a natural third candidate for this. He had to admit, the idea of a group of people dedicated to helping people certainly sat well with him, even if tights were required.

Once he'd heard of the meeting place though, Izzy had nearly had second thoughts. Then his third thoughts had pointed out that if Kali was willing to let a group of crazy teenagers invade her space (with or without permission), then she was probably alright with one of her quasi-employees being along for the ride. Plus, Izzy figured that he might be able to work it into a gig too.

Which is why he'd been there a little early, with his guitar. Also why he'd set up in a corner. His outfit didn't exactly scream superhero either, since he was basically in t-shirt, jean jacket, and jeans. He had grabbed a mask though, one that Jared had made, but he wasn't wearing it just yet. He figured this was probably an informational meeting anyway.

People gathered in, and Izzy let his fingers strum across the strings, drawing music out and humming to himself. Nothing wrong with entertaining people while they arrived. Though the outfits did about half that work for him, really. Izzy almost gawked at some of them. Helped even more that there were a lot of girls there, and most of them ranged from "cute enough to stare at" to "inspiration for that Lonely Island song."

Score for the fifteen year old wannabe hero, that was for sure.

[Jared Park]

Ask him why he’s not in a spandex costume and Jared would argue that what’s he’s going for is sort of a ‘classy superhero’, he says. That while he loves them bright tights, majestic capes and underwear worn on the outside, he claims that with his power, it just doesn’t work that way. He reasons that since his ability’s more along the lines of invisibility and totally not a show-y one, he should “blend” with the crowd a bit more. Though doubt remains in someone with a sleeveless leather jacket and bright red pants blending in much easier than say, someone in a cape and cowl.

‘Cause really, the big reason why he’s not in some elaborate costume right now is because he ran out of time making a costume. He spent so many nights brainstorming ideas with Izzy and AJ (yey for successfully roping the two boys in) and arguing with himself that the date just crept up on him.

Really, he couldn’t blame anyone but himself.

“Dude, why aren’t you wearing your mask? You should protect your civilian identity at all cost after all!” asked the boy as he sat beside his blonde friend, head looking around for the last member of their little ‘ménage à trois’. He pointed to the one stuck on his own, a black one with a few red streaks that match his bright pants. And who said superheroes can’t be colour coordinated? “And I think we have to call ourselves in codenames, ok TimeOut?” he said with a grin, “And I’ll be Ninja Squirrel from now on.” He leaned in a bit closer to whisper, obviously taking the whole superhero thing to heart, “I don’t remember what AJ’s name was supposed to be again. Do you?”

At the prompting of a girl with purple hair, Jared perked up, raising his hand and jumping slightly on his seat. “Oh oh I have an idea. Why not try, err, Projectra? Or, I don’t know, Majika? Sounds…illusion-y right?” Yeah. Names coming from a guy who let his friends name him ‘Ninja Squirrel’. Nice. “Unless of course you’re a shapeshifter then you should go for Mold or something.”

God is this amazing or what?

[Logan Castille]

Sexy was one way of describing how Logan felt in his 300-esque costume with a modern twist (no spear included). Instead of brown, he wore black leather that was just as revealing as the Spartan gear in the movie. The cape was the same though; red, tattered, and EPIC! He knew he would get strange looks from everyone in the room. In fact, that's exactly what he wanted. An eye-catching costume is a distracting costume and can come in handy in some tricky situations that superheroes often catch themselves in.

The helmet, shin, and arm guards were a shiny, gold-colored metal and glistened when exposed to any kind of light. It was very flashy, the way Logan liked it. Under his helmet he wore a black face mask to preserve his secret identity. There was also a nearly empty gold utility belt that was strapped around his waist. He didn't have any special gadgets to put in it yet except for his cellphone.

"Breakdown is in the house!" he shouted triumphantly as he kicked in the door to enter the Kafe. He then began examining all the other heroes and heroines and was astounded. "You guys actually look pretty cool! I was expecting a lot worse."

In the heat of the moment, Logan felt like he was at some kind of nerdy Comic-Con convention, which worried him. He was serious about the whole superhero thing. He wanted to fight crime, help people, and save the day, not hang out and brag about who has the best costume (even though he felt he had that category in the bag). "So what's our plan of action?"

[Max Rose]

Make a speech? This was really starting to turn out to be hella cool. Sure, there was still the weird kid in the corner with the guitar, the loudmouth calling himself Breakdown (which actually was kinda cool and slightly hot; Max was trying to remember if she'd dated that yet), purple hair girl, and Jared. But this was definitely something that could be worked with, and as said earlier, much, much more than Max had ever figured.

First though, she had to get attention. This meant climbing atop the bar, taking a wide stance, and shouting with that awesome voice of hers. Had to help having the hot girl in skintight leather standing at attention too.

"Alright, fearless heroes, it is I, Sensational!" still sounded a bit like a super villain name, but at least it was better than the Ninja Squirrel over there. "And I'm the one who arranged for us to have our first gathering of super awesomeness. Because, dammit, we're already people with special gifts and powers, so why aren't we dressing like superheroes and out there saving the world?"

The logic was sound. Flawless, even.

"So I figured that we should try to do the whole get a group together and stuff," said Max. She really should have thought this through. Well, she'd thought through the speech, and had a general idea of how superheroes worked, but she really should have got someone with organization skills and a working brain to do the hard parts. "So we're here to start this group. If you don't wanna be in, then you should probably get out. Otherwise you're likely to end up getting caught by our nemesi... nemesises... nemeses? Nemesissies? the guys we fight against!"

Max nodded, then crossed her arms to wait a second. Not like she really expected anyone to actually leave. "Alright, now, it's time for us to figure out what sort of powers we have to pull from. And what name we want to make for ourselves. We, uh, need a roster or something."

See, this was where you needed Organizational girl or something. Max fidgeted, looking around and seeing if anyone would step up. she noticed Jem, who'd made the mistake of already talking to her. If nothing else, Max knew she could bully her into helping.

{at this point, Max is going to talk regularly to try and get things moving. Which means I'm gonna post every two/three/four days, depending on movement and reactions. The idea is to get the group name down and get things more or less together. I'll prolly throw up a plotting thread so we can get things settled OoC too.}

[Derek Schneider]

Derek was late, he ran through the campus towards the bus door. After sliding on his black cardigans, gray sweat pants, and dark blue NIKE shoes, Derek rushed out of his dorm. He maneuvered his body swiftly throughout the on-going students, finding the bus-stop. The bus was waiting there for more students, but it was about to take off. Derek still by the fountain, he heaved over the benches towards the bus... SHIT! It was gone. The bus left, while Derek was panting there out of breath. But he knew what to do, whilst he was panting, he stretched up and focused hard.

He stretched his arms outwards, focusing in onto his stomach. He got that funny feeling in the back of his throat, which diluted towards his chest. Two massive replicas’ of him darted out, with an aura which looked like a shadow. They nodded towards Derek, and ran after the bus, since they had more stamina, and such. They used their own-body team work, and heaved each other forward. Derek was running alongside with his duplicates, and quite swiftly. Whilst running like this, it reminded him about his Lacrosse days, causing him to run faster than usual.

The big adrenaline rush rushed through all of their bodies, making them faster than usual. Suddenly the second duplicate tapped the back of the bus, and the bus came to a halt. Before the bus driver looked back, and opened the door, the duplicates reeled back into Derek’s body. “Damn bruh’, couldn’t you hear me yelling!?” Derek lied whilst he crawled up the bus steps in tiresome. Derek found the nearest seat, which he was lucky for, because the bus was packed.

Derek dozed off.

Instead of stopping at the Club District, he stopped at the Mall, which was the last stop. The bus driver woke him up, and Derek looked around. He launched off of the bus, and jogged towards the District. It only took thirty minutes to reach the district. And add ten more minutes to find the Coffee Place.

“Am I late?” Derek asked strutting his body in the establishment.

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[Henry Ballo]

Superheroes get the girls.

There was a flaw in that logic somewhere. Maybe it was just in the fact that Henry had never actually seen a superhero that went home with his bride on his arm for a happy and healthy life. He didn’t know of a superhero that had retired safely or had ever managed to keep up a long-term relationship. And Henry didn’t trust easily enough to think of any other kind, so he was beginning to realize that this was a problem.

Still, that flawed piece of logic was the reason he arrived, late, just in time for the tail end of Max’s speech. It was obvious from the get-go that he hadn’t put a lot of effort into his costume. He was dressed in all black, yes: black jeans, a black and well-fitting t-shirt, black sneakers, and so on. He didn’t have a mask. He didn’t have a logo. This was because Henry’s reasoning followed this path.

He was six foot seven.

He was African.

He could never entirely get rid of his accent.

Generally, he stuck out like a sore thumb.

Adding up these factors tallied to: what the hell was the point of being in disguise? As soon as anyone saw him for a second time they would know exactly who he was. He wasn’t looking for credit. He wasn’t looking for fame, and he wasn’t really looking to be a hero. He just couldn’t see how a mask of all things would help disguise him when he already looked different than at least 60% of the population of the town. So he’d gone mask-less and decided that it didn’t matter and he didn’t care. He was already terrible at this superhero stuff. He didn’t even have a name. When your main skills are making a shot from the three-point-line and floating, it’s kind of hard to think of something that sounds…cool.

Besides, he was still kind of skeptical of the whole hero thing. Max’s speech failed to fill him with confidence. Nemeses? Where did she think they were? This was Pilot Ridge. They were more likely to get into trouble with the police than they were with any criminals here. This was probably going to turn into a geek-fest.

Which was fine. Estelle liked geeks. Right?

Right?

He shook his head and glanced over at Jem as well, who he knew of briefly from Estelle’s mention of it, then rummaged through his pockets until he fetched a piece of paper.

Well, he was probably better off in the background anyways.

“May I help?” he asked politely. At least if he worked with the roster he wouldn’t have to talk to anyone.

((Hope this is okay.XD))

[Jemima Rennal]

Okay wow, Jem had no idea so many people wanted to be superheroes. Likewise, she never knew so many people sucked balls at costume making. Was that seriously just a black polo neck? Oh Henry, how you disappoint. Okay, most people disappointed Jem, because the first thing about being a superhero was looking super. Still, she'd nudge Max and complain about this on YIM or AIM or MSN tonight with her. Right now she was just sort of... there, and she scratched the top of her head awkwardly.

Ah yes. The failing at being loud in groups thing. She'd forgotten she failed at this.

And then she was being looked at by Max. Oh no no no, she wasn't getting all... wait Roster? She could make the most badass roster there ever was, with organisational stickers and everything. She waved her hand in the air at that point, to signal she was going to talk, then pushed her mask up her nose. "Well..." She began, feeling the distinct urge to just blab aimlessly about the DNA possibilities of splicing their bodies into one and creating a super-superhero. She swallowed this. "I am Genetica, and I think there's been a spate of anti-meta dudes roaming around, and that shit don't fly." She snapped her fingers. "Anyway, line up or something and I'll write your names down and your powers."

She glanced at Henry then, offering him a smile when he offered his help. She couldn't be mad at Estelle's boy really, even if he was a costume failure. If he wanted to go all black and ninja, she could totally make a mask and a suit for him by stealing borrowing Isaac's sewing machine. "Sure Henners, come over the back here and we'll sort this out." She grinned wonkily , then fetched out a rainbow pen from the bag she'd taken with her.

"Hey, Max, uh, I mean, Sensational, shouldn't we have some sort of weak dress code? There's some guy in Nike's over there and I don't want to have to strike up a deal with the sweatshop owners to get sponsorship." Jem frowned. Make some effort guys, jeeze. She was so glad she'd made an effort. Hell, even Henry had done better than Nikes and sweatpants. What the hell was this, a jogging club?

"Also, your butt looks rockin' in those pants, girl." A wink at Max. She also approved of Lucy's outfit. Girls clearly made better superheroes than men. But WHERE was Ginny. "My home girl isn't here!" She announced suddenly, scowling. "This is outrageous, I'm calling her dad."

[Izzy James]

"I've got it," said Izzy, digging into his pocket. "I just wasn't sure this was really going to happen. So chill, Ninja Squirrel."

Could you really blame Izzy? This sounded all kinds of crazy, which made sense, since it seemed like the crazy girl with the bright red hair was in charge. She called herself Sensational, and Izzy could certainly recognize a flair for the dramatic when he saw it. She even seemed organized, and sort of charismatic or something. Or maybe that was just the whole "hot, crazy chick in skintight leather" thing. Couldn't argue with that.

"Uh, I'm TimeOut," said Izzy. "Or something like that. I'm still open for suggestions. And I've got a mask," which he now got out and was working onto his face while he talked. "Some of us don't have sewing skills or anything though. So, like, I just kind of figured I'd see if someone had like super sewing powers or something."

And he wasn't entirely certain that someone here didn't, seeing as some of these costumes looked as though they were stolen from movie. Where did they get these things? Izzy nearly wanted to stare at Genetica (also pretty hot, but more in a geeky, door next girl way), or Sensational, or maybe even the illusion chick. It was like a geek's dream in here.

Oh yeah, he should make sure his name was on the roster or something. Maybe suggest a name? But last time Izzy had suggested names, he'd sounded stupid. Mostly because his brain was pretty well filled with music and.... yeah, that was pretty much it...

At least Izzy's brain was functioning enough that he tried to work his way over to Genetica and the tall black guy. You know, for the roster and stuff.

[Jared Park]

Jared decided to simply ignore what seemed to be a pretty pessimistic (and totally not into the grove) Izzy. He’s been dreaming since forever for the chance to join a superhero group (even if his powers are more of a sidekick thing than an actual hero; Dick Grayson and Wally West were sidekicks but still!) and he insists that nothing can ruin this day for him.

Just as long as AJ comes in soon.

“Has AJ said anything to you yet? I’ve been texting him since we got here but he still hasn’t replied. You don’t think a supervillain has kidnapped him, hoping to get information about our secret meeting, right?” asked a rather worried Jared, biting his lip slightly. Because a group of (mostly) teens clad in brightly coloured costumes gathering in the middle of one of the busiest places in town is so secretive. And oh, let’s not forget that despite them being a very new troupe, they’re already famous enough to gain nemeses of their own.

And you think you’re mom overreacts like crazy.

He was just about to send what might’ve been the tenth text message to AJ when a guy wearing nothing but Speedos came in, startling Jared with his shout, making his drop his phone in the process. “Aren’t you cold?” said the boy, rolling his eyes slightly. And he thought that school jerk LaRousse was a spotlight-hogger.

He promptly followed Izzy around the room when the redhead calling herself Sensational spoke, holding on to her every word. A snicker escaped the young boy when he saw his friend’s face, nudging him slightly and whispering, “Dude, careful, your jaw’s dropping to the ground.” He jokingly closed Izzy’s mouth (even if it wasn’t open in the first place), adding, “It’s probably a good thing your powers aren’t heat vision. You would’ve burned her right now with the way you stare at her.”

Like the forever follower that he is, he went with Izzy towards Genetica and Henry (he sent a wave over to the tall guy) as he wrote his name down on the roster. “I’m Ninja Squirrel. Yeah, a bit weird. I’ll change it next time. Nightwing and Red Arrow changed their names lots of times anyway, right?”

“Where will we meet regularly anyway? Do we get our own Watchtower or something?” Because meeting in such a place like this would endanger civilians. And that can’t be allowed to happen, right?

[Lucy Holiday]

As Lucy waited for someone to respond to her rather cheesy entrance, her eyes scanned the crowd that had gathered. There was so much going on! It was all so exciting...and a little bit overwhelming. Oddly enough, the sound of guitar music pulled it all together harmoniously. Every hero movie gets a soundtrack, right? Lucy felt her adrenaline surge as she fed off the energy of the crowd. So many epic costumes! A few lame ones, too. Oh well. Lucy concentrated on the epic ones and took note of ways to improve her own. Despite the masks and capes and leather Lucy could make out a few familiar faces and voices.

The voice that called out in response to her call for help was eager and friendly. Lulu giggled as the boy raised his hand and bounced up and down in his chair. Without waiting for any further invitation, Lucy grinned and made her way over to him. Her long, glittered lashes fluttered as she wrote his suggestions in the air. "Ooo...Majika sounds pretty kick ass." The mold suggestion made her nose wrinkle cutely as the words faded away. Lucy came to a stop standing right by the boy's shoulder. One hand rested in the curve of her hip as the other tapped at her bottom lip in thought. Suddenly the air in front of her shifted again. In black and purple glittery letters, another name appeared. "I've got it! What about Illusika? It's got a Warrior Princess sort of vibe, don't ya think?" With a grin, she lifted her finger and traced the letters in the air. As her fingers touched them, each one faded.

Just then, another kick ass warrior type made a rather epic entrance. Lucy let out a low whistle in appreciation. She almost missed how the dude near her dropped his phone in response. Lucy shook her head. Now that was a warrior costume! For a moment she wasn't sure who sure who was hiding behind the gilded mask, but it was the voice that gave him away. "Damn, Logan!" One glittery brow quirked in amusement. Not exactly what she had expected from him. Before she could fully process him and a couple of other late arriversl, a speech began. The flame haired girl that hopped up on the bar was pretty breathtaking in all that skin tight leather. So, she wasn't all that great at giving speeches - but somehow she still managed to be inspiring. Lucy grabbed a chair from the table beside her and sat as she listened. "Amen, sista! With her eyes darting around, Lucy's arms crossed over her chest as well. Her eyes held an open challenge as she watched to see if anyone would actually leave. She for one wasn't going anywhere! Lucy was here to see this through to the end.

With a roster suggested, things were beginning to shape up. The next founder to step up and speak added fuel to the inspiration and yet more eye candy. Lucy couldn't help it. Girls just made natural eye candy. They were all curvy and fashionable and bold. All the leather was giving her a head rush. Of course there were a few hot guys to catch her eye, too. Ugh...confusion wasn't invited to this party! Pushing her hormones aside, Lucy tried to concentrate. The totally cute blond near her spoke up and caught her attention. Now it was her turn to raise her and and bounce up and down like an over eager school girl. "No sewing skills here, but I'm pretty good with design. If you tell me what you're looking for I can project you up a pattern for someone to follow. That goes for anyone that needs help!" Lucy was totally sincere and eager with her offer. The idea engrossed her thought so fully that she missed the little conversation going on around her. Pretty soon everyone had trotted over to the register and left little Lucy behind. Snapping out of her thought, Lucy strolled over and joined the line. "I'm Illusika, reporting for duty!"

[Isaac Tilford]

If Max had wanted Isaac to arrive to the superhero planning meeting on time, she would have scheduled it for after Halloween. Maybe not everyone at Hammel knew about him and his sewing machine, but enough people did that he was fairly busy with specially-commissioned costumes. (His prices were based mostly on how much of a chance he thought he had with a girl, and how difficult the costume was for the ones he had no chance with.)

(That meant he mostly based prices on difficulty, and everyone had to buy their own materials.)

In fact, Isaac had only had time to finish his own costume that morning. He'd spent too long fiddling with the hood--it either looked like a gimp mask or a bit too Kick-Ass to be taken seriously--before deciding he was just going to have to go with the mask. Eventually, he'd make a cowl. But by the time he'd finished his cape, he was already running late.

And then he'd had to make it to the cafe, but he'd bribed his cousin Rome to give him a ride there, so it didn't take too long. He could see through the windows that there were a bunch of other people in costume--maybe Max was on to something, having the meeting on Halloween. It was a bit more understandable to see a group of kids looking as they did.

He'd been training. Yes, he couldn't always control when he dissolved, but he'd managed to consistently take his clothes with him now. So it was time to make an entrance. He dissolved outside the door, and slid in through the cracks in the door. Once inside, he could hear the conversation, and though Jem had a point about costumes, it was a bit of a jerk thing to say. Of course, it was what he was there for. Perfect timing, actually.

Isaac re-solidified, sitting on the bar next to where Max Sensational stood. He wore tight silver jeans, a charcoal-gray shirt that would eventually have their emblem on it, a gray cape, and silver mask. His curly hair was slicked back, since it was so recognizable, and he was smirking. "I've been summoned. I am Aether, and I will probably be in charge of making sure you guys look good."

He knew how to make an entrance.

[Logan Castille]

Logan nodded in appreciation at Sensational's speech. He enjoyed her enthusiasm and was glad to see at least one person who he knew was dedicated to the whole superhero cause. Every word she said inspired him. Sure, it was a little dorky, but it took guts to start a superhero group, especially in a public place. The logic behind the heroine's speech made perfect sense to him. "Hell yeah!" he shouted in agreement. At the moment, nothing pleased him more than knowing that he had a brave, fearless leader to follow!

Okay, okay. Things were beginning going better than he first expected. Yeah, things were a bit disorganized and some people were walking in late, but at least no one was leaving! Logan moved to a blonde male who was one of the late arrivals and answered his question with a pat on the back. "Just a little. You'll be fine."

He then began walking around to figure out what everyone else was doing. It was then that he heard some comments about his costume, which was to be expected, especially if you're showing as much skin as Logan was. He smiled and enjoyed all the attention. Even when Jared decided to chime in, his mood was not ruined. After rooming with Zac LaRousse, nothing Jared said could hurt his feelings. He was desensitized to those kind of witty comments, especially about certain parts of his body. "Me? 'Cold'? Kind of ironic coming from an Asian, isn't it?" A smirk appeared on his face as he casually walked away from the Ninja Squirrel.

His next destination was near the group of people in line to get their names on the roster. He jumped behind Lucy and made himself known (again), "Breakdown's ready for some action!" It wasn't long before he overheard the discussion about a new location for everyone to meet on later dates. "I might be able to rent an old, abandoned warehouse or some other kind of building," he mentioned. Other ideas of how he could contribute to the group also came to mind. "Oh, and if anyone needs me to pick up anything, just let me know. I'm going superhero necessities shopping once this meeting's over."

Price was of no concern to the Cajun. He had a load of money saved up and more from his parents if needed. Besides, he already had to buy a flashlight and a lot of gold spray paint. Maybe some pepper-spray, handcuffs, and a taser too if possible. He also had a special present in mind for everyone when the next meeting comes around that he had to shop for already. "Anything at all, just let me know and I'll get it for ya."