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  2. Morrigan

    Showbusiness

    The woman chuckled. “Too bad he won’t be able to pay up on that debt,” she frowned giving a fake sad frown. “Does that mean you share in our sadness over his loss?” @MATT @Britannia
  3. Even after all the poking and prodding of the makeup artists, and all the preceding hustle and bustle, the shift to going live and getting asked all these questions still took Eliza a bit by surprise. Still, she straightened up in her chair, adjusted her new "super suit" just a little and gave what she at least hoped was a winning smile for the camera all the same. Eliza paused to think, mulling over just how to give a response to that. The future had been strange to say the least. There were many things that, from her perspective, were almost alien in how they worked. Sure, some things had been almost predicted in works of science fiction, from the compact portable communicators worn on the person of almost everyone to even some of the fashion sense, but others had seemed to come out of almost nowhere. Even researching such things had been difficult, what with libraries had become scarcer that before. Did fewer people read nowadays? Perhaps that was yet another thing she would have to ask Miss January about. Oh, right, the question. To begin with, she took on a more official sounding tone, starting with simply stating how she couldn't divulge certain information under the official secrets act of 1939. It was no lie of course, but, she figured at least it'd serve a dual purpose in both managing the expectations of a no doubt interested public and amping up that "image" she had been told so much about. "Still, I can tell you this much as the information has already been released as far as I know. My name is Eliza Hays. I was born in 1919, and served British intelligence during the second world war, first in signals and codebreaking, then as a volunteer for the 'enhanced combatant program'. Both Fritz and the United States had their own you see, and we didn't particularly want to be left out of it all. " Britannia stifled a small laugh, thinking back to the overly patriotic supe, all dressed up in his old GI gear, barking orders to American infantrymen in his clipped "movie star" like tone. "I met him quite a few times, yes. I would even consider him as a friend. We did not often serve together though, our specialisations and duties often led to us having very different objectives even in the same theatre. You know, he still owes me five dollars. The man was not quite as good at poker as he professed to be." @Morrigan @MATT
  4. Morrigan

    Showbusiness

    The blonde woman had people still buzzing around her nearly right up until the cameras were rolling. Immediately she smiled and looked straight at the camera. “Well don’t we have a great surprise for you today on American Hero! A brand new hero… though I guess not quite so new,” she looked over to Britannia. “My understanding is that you were around when our beloved Soldier boy was. Did you ever meet him?” @Britannia @MATT
  5. “They usually stick to a schedule, although it’s something that you’ll get used to. No song and dance…not literal, but more metaphorical,” she would answer. Yes, that’s how she felt, saying the company line over and over. Not something that she particularly liked, but when you got paid to do. Job…there it was. “They just want to see ‘Britannia’ get a proper introduction and all that. Probably don’t even have to get too into it, just the broad strokes.” Dealing with the media was part and parcel of how she went through every day. But she managed to get through it in an amicable way, at least she believed that she did. Annie nodded, sighing, as she let the smile crack just a bit. “Thank you. I really appreciate that. I might just take you up on that one of these days.” The cameras were rolling in what was now familiar rote to Starlight. Maybe growing up in the spotlight had made it so that being part of the Seven, the Vought ‘family’ was not so sudden and surprising as it might be to other heroes. She nodded, at the blonde assistant, as she smiled confirming she was ready. Taking a seat, she would lean back, a deep breath as she placed her hands on her lap just as the cameras started. She could see that Brit was already getting annoyed at all the theatrics that went into getting ready. She was used to it by now. Annie had already gone through the hair and makeup, and honestly, it was more than a bit absurd how much went into it. But the director was already giving the countdown to when they were live….three…two…one… “And we’re live! Thank you for joining us today with a very special edition of American Hero! Today we have our shining heroine, Starlight! She really does light up our Vought family with her wonderful smile as a literal beacon of justice. We also have the woman out of time…Brittania here to tell us all about how she finds the future!” The cameraman panned out to focus on Brit, as Starlight had sort of worried that was exactly what was going to happen. Oh well, she figured…. “So first off, we want to focus on YOU, Brit. Tell us a bit about yourself, don’t be shy!”
  6. The second world war supe continued to just look on at the assembling crew, watching slightly warily as they pulled out pieces of what to her were near unidentifiable pieces of equipment in the vague shapes of what she once might have known. Cameras made out of black plastic and metal with strangely glinting lenses and no reels or crank attached, and odd pill shaped things either being held in their hands or on the end of large boom arms covered in a strange almost fuzzy looking fabric material. Those, she reasoned, must have been the microphones. "A... show? I would have thought we would have been given more prep time for that. I'm not even sure what sort of routine these people would want. If they want me to break out into a song and dance number they might end up being sorely disappointed. I've never had the talent for such things." She paused for a moment, letting that deadpan delivered comment sit for just a moment before cracking a smile. "Joking. Answer the press' questions, build up the mystique a little like it's a cheesy radio drama. I think I can probably do that, just, let me know if I'm about to make a fool out of myself here." That smile faded a little when she heard what Starlight had to say next, however, being replaced with a look more tinged with concern. The woman's previous job description definitely did not include all the glitz and glamour of showbusiness, but, being able to get a good reading on people was certainly part of it. She considered her words carefully before speaking up next. "I understand that until recently it was thought that people like us were born, rather than made. I... am sorry that you had to go through that at such an early age. I had a choice in what happened to me, I volunteered. Can't imagine what it would have been like otherwise. Listen, if you ever need to talk, I'm always here-" "Oh it's good to meet you Britannia" Britannia turned to face the voice, even with her sentence interrupted and its previously serious subject matter, she once again put as genuine a smile as she could manage back across her features as she reached out a gloved hand to accept the handshake. "Likewise! I assume we are almost ready to start? Lovely location you have picked out here by the way. Positively enchanting. Are you all set up over there?" We are going live in a few minutes, can we get someone over here to fix Britannia’s makeup she is looking shiny.” "Ah, yes, sorry. I flew here instead of waiting in traffic. I suppose they don't design cosmetics with that in min- woah." She took a step back, flinching a little at the suddenness of the makeup artist getting to work right there and then! Though, after a quick joke comment about it and a barely suppressed sneeze, she soon held still enough for them to do their thing. She quickly had a look in the kit's compact mirror, raising a brow, and muttering something along the lines of "I suppose it isn't rationed anymore" before sitting down just as asked. "Well then, let's get this 'show' started."
  7. Morrigan

    Showbusiness

    It was about then that the “whirlwind” would happen as a rather angry looking blonde came out surrounded by a few other people. One of the was reminding her of talking points. Another was trying to continue to do her makeup. The next was just following after her taking notes. As they approached the pair the scowl turned into a smile that actually looked genuine. “Oh it’s good to meet you Britannia,” she said as she reached out to shake her hand. “Good to see you again Starlight. We are going live in a few minutes, can we get someone over here to fix Britannia’s makeup she is looking shiny,” the woman snapped. “This is very exciting!” She returned her attention to the women in front of her. “Your first team up after the whole Stormfront debacle,” she said as she settled in her chair. A crew member started buzzing around Britannia like a bee trying to get at her face. ”You both need to take a seat,” she indicated to the chair with microphones on them. @MATT@Britannia
  8. It seemed that Ashley left soon after, which suited Annie just fine. She had been looking to have more of a private conversation with her fellow hero after all. “Yeah…I get you there. Sometimes it does feel easier at times fighting supervillains than dealing with the media.” She gave a slight laugh. Well, to be fair, she had gotten used to it with time. It still did not make it exactly easy, just a bit more bearable than it had been. Someone knew to all of this? Well, she would know that it would certainly seem overwhelming to them. “Need anything, ask me. I’ve been dealing with these people for quite some time now. Just make sure to give them a bit of a show. That’s all they ask for really.” She was sure that would be one way of doing it. Making it so that they got what they thought they wanted, their hero shining bright. “A few years. Even before I joined the Seven. My mom…she saw a chance to put the kid on display. So that was my life growing up. A little supe-star,” She smiled, although the smile didn’t reach her eyes. It was not an easy life living like that, and she was sure that it would be something that she would not wish on most. She looked over at the camera people. They were still getting ready. They had a few minutes still, as she brushed a stray hair to one side. Always had to be perfect after all. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. You never really get used to this,” she said as she whispered to Brit. She said this because she felt that this woman was someone who would be able to tell Bullshit right as it came out of a person’s mouth, so why not just get done with it.
  9. "Ah, right." She took a last couple of drags and quickly tossed the cig away, stepping on it with her reinforced boots before looking back up with a slight smile, her tone turning more jovial despite the old enhanced combatant looking perhaps a little annoyed at Ashley's request at first. "Not 'on brand' I take it? Fine, if you want your 'talent' with an active nicotine craving clawing at them for your interview." "Oh trust me, I have seen faaaar worse. Nicotine cravings are the least of my worries." "I'm assuming that I don't particularly want to know about this 'worse'?" "Probably not, and you didn't hear that from me, ok? That's classified. Right! Well, cameras'll be here soon so I'd better go get back to it. Don't. Screw. This. Up. It's both our asses if you do." Brit simply watched as Ashley turned and left, the talent director pausing only to give Starlight a quick nod in reply to her reassurances. Meanwhile the supe was simply looking over all the cameramen and audio specialists scrambling to get all their strange looking equipment set up. She was able to recognise that this box must have been a camera, and those tubes must have been microphones, but their shapes and forms still seemed so bizarre compared to the old equipment she was used to seeing for the newsreels following folk like Soldier Boy. She turned to face the other supe, returning her smile as she hefted the big 'shield of victory' a little, making it sit more comfortably upon her arm. "I'm actually rather nervous about this." A small chuckle escaped from her. "It's almost funny really. Jerry's biggest guns didn't make me feel such a way, yet a canon is giving me cold feet. Brit took a deep breath and changed her stance a little. She wasn't even quite sure how to stand for one of these things. Should she look all heroic? Stand tall and flex slightly like Benjamin always did with a cheesy grin? Perhaps looking stern, serious and slightly dangerous is what would please the audience? Or would the crowds be more into a more casual relaxed vibe? She ended up relaxing her shoulders a little, and taking a couple of deep breaths as per Starlight's suggestion there. It certainly did seem like she knew the way of this sort of thing. "Act natural, okay, I can probably do that. Say, how long have you been doing this? The interviews, the cameras, the showbusiness. You certainly seem comfortable with it all."
  10. Starlight was perhaps more at home with this sort of thing than others might have been. She was here, decked out in her hero outfit, polished and ready for the cameras, as she already had a fake smile plastered on her face, trying hard to make it look natural. It got easier the more you did it though, and so she was not too worried on that score. Looking over at Brit, she would smile slightly, hoping she wasn’t taking it too hard. Adjusting to this life, it could not be easy, and she would be here to guide her. Hopefully se would figure it out eventually, as she would watch with some bemusement with how she dealt with Ashley. Stepping closer, she nodded to the woman, as they knew that the cameras were going to roll any second, they had a few moments, yet. “Looks like you’re adjusting…well.” She looked over the super suit that Brit had been given. It seemed like it fit, and it wasn’t too garish. She knew that sometimes these outfits could be a bit…much. But overall, she had turned out fairly allright. She looked over at Ashley, giving her another broad smile. “Ashley. I think she’ll do great. Look how far she’s already come,” she said, as she chuckled slightly. Indeed, this was looking up for them, as hopefully Brit would find her place in the modern day. Putting her on tv tough might be considered a bit…she wasn’t sure if she was really ready, although now would be the test, of course. “Just remember. Act natural and that will be one way of getting through this. I’ll be right here if you need me, just follow my lead.” She had been doing this quite some time, so she could figure out just how to help her along.
  11. It was a rather odd building Hays had found herself standing in front of, or, at least odd by her reckoning. A gargantuan sprawling mansion hewn from gleaming white stone and unusual rooflines formed into a strange exaggerated pastiche of an old French chateau, all dressed up in the garish red-white-and blue banners of the "American Hero" franchise towered over her. All around the grounds she could see media, cameramen, sound recorders, and other general Vought International busybodies all running around, occasionally tailing after what she presumed to be a supe of some description, given the garish attire. At least she'd been able to browbeat the costume designer into adding pockets to her own getup. Calling the initial draft a "clown suit" likely didn't win too many friends, but, it seemed to get the point across. Truth be told, she was in fact decently happy with how her 'super suit' had turned out in the end. Perhaps it was a little tight, maybe even what some from her time would have considered a little scandalous with how closely it fitted her form, but, it was certainly less draggy than the Special Air Service hand-me-downs she'd been issued with way back when. It even had some actual armour too, though, she had at least some doubts about it. It all felt a little too light for what was advertised. Either way, the old shield would more than make up for that if push came to shove. "Britannia! Hey! You know, that 'concerned citizen of his Majesty's Commonwealth' thing? People loved it! Just a few details we have to go over..." "Ma'am?" "Pssh, please. Ashley. Call me Ashley. Listen, the ratings are good, points are all on track, that debut script's almost done, you're gonna love it! We've just about sorted all the paperwork too. Oh! And we're teaming you up with Starlight, marketing seems to think we're on to a hit there." "I am hearing a "but" on the horizon. Something's bothering you, what is it?" "Oh no no, no bother. Just... Ok, so, I understand you aren't used to some things yet. I get it. Some people are probably going to want an interview, do you know what to do in an interview?" "Not typically my wheelhouse I must confess. I'm not sure why you have me doing this sort of work, surely our time would be better spent going after that insurgent cell analytics managed to ID? Our window's closing, they won't stay above ground forever." "See, this! This is why we love you! Look, ok, this is important. Work with me here, and I'll work with you. So, smile for the camera, don't screw it up, don't make us look bad and for god's sake put that cigarette out." TAG @Morrigan@MATT
  12. Mags seemed to be taking the advice in stride, which was good. Starlight sighed, as she nodded along. “If you’re going through with a team, it’s always better to be in front of a team you trust, and behind a team you don’t,” Starlight said, once again very carefully. Homelander- if he was listening, was probably too dumb to understand that one. At least she was hoping, for her own sake, as she heard his next piece. “Then if that’s what you want to be, a role model, then explain to them upfront what the life is like. Don’t exaggerate it…or they’ll find out on their own.” Again that was more than blunt, but she figured that was something that most would learn sooner or later, what this life was really like. Some might think it was glamorous and exciting, and sometimes it was. However, sometimes it could also be a royal pain in the butt, and she knew that annoying that was to find out, when you couldn’t easily get out. She turned, almost expecting to see someone from Vought come in just as he said this- they were both on the same page about this, she was glad to see at least. She wouldn’t say or do anything publicly, but she did feel a certain amount of sympathy for him. Vought did terrible things to people, she’d seen that firsthand. Maybe even she might say that she was the number one example of what they did… Either way, she was determined to at least send the kid off with something. “Just…be careful. These are serious people, and they don’t screw around.” Her words were serious and frank now, no longer in the bubbly and Public relations type tone that she might have already gotten used to using with the public. But she wanted to be sure that this person got the message, because she wished someone had told her that when she started.
  13. Trial by fire…it had quite been Mags’ experience. Theirs was definitely more of a slow burn, though the result was certainly dramatic. They nodded as they were given advice. In actuality, that advice would have proven more useful before they joined their old team. “Thanks, the team I was on before this definitely taught me the importance of staying vigilant, but I think if I ever decide to go back to serious supe work, I’ll be going solo. Right now, the only people I care about being a hero to are waiting for me back in that conference room.” At the moment, the Super Pals were their only priority. In the few years since Mags was sent to Staten Island. The team had become what Mags had wished their first team would have been, like a second family. Living with them, leading them, it changed Mags. It has helped remind them what it was like to look out for someone beyond simply doing a job. “It’s funny…some of those kids remind me so much of the kind of person I used to be before getting recruited to my old team. They want nothing more than to be on a team like I was, like you are, and all I want to do is keep them as far away from that shit as possible.” They looked away and signed, crossing their arms before looking back at Starlight. “I’ll never forgive Vought for what I went through, but if any of those kids have to go through the same thing, I’d…” they stopped, as if to hold back what they would have said, remembering how many ears the walls probably have. “I’m afraid of what I might do.” @MATT
  14. Starlight could be very serious when the need arose, and today was no different, as her brow furrowed. She listened to what he had to say… mulling it over. They were out of range of earshot of some parties…but not all, she knew well enough to know that. Still… she’d say as much, that she did think they were at least reasonably safe. “Yes…it did. Think of it as a learning experience. Trial by fire.” That was one way to put it. She remembered her first experience with the Deep, and that had been enough for her. What made it worse was that had been how she had lost her innocent view of the world, seeing the world the way it was. She felt her eyes flicker up to meet his, as she thought back to his file. She did recall it, at least flipping through it. “Look. I’ll give you this piece of advice that I wish someone had told me. Always make sure you know what’s going on around you at all times- even inside your team.” That was for sure, as she’d found that out the hard way. She could only hope that others did not have to go through the same thing that she did. It was a rough world out there though… she couldn’t guarantee that it wouldn’t happen- or couldn’t happen to anyone else.
  15. Now that was when Starlight felt her eyes widen a bit. Yes, that was more than a bit odd. But not unheard of. “Welcome to the future.” She quipped, as she watched the other Supe light a cigarette, clearly a bit shaken. Who wouldn’t be…to wake up in a distant and unknown future? It was clear that was something not too many people would be well prepared to handle- if any could be said to handle it. “You’ll have time to catch up,” Annie repeated, as she took a hand, placing it on their captive’s shoulder. She had already messaged covertly for the appropriate authorities to take him in, now that he had been more or less neutralized. There was no real reason to go any harder on him than needed…at least, she didn’t think she was at that level yet. Maybe eventually she’d get there…but not just yet. A hand on her hip, she watched as the grenade sparked in the pit, no doubt that there wouldn’t be much to find. “I suppose not. They’re still going to look anyways, you know.” She sighed, this was a long night, but it certainly could always get longer, she supposed. Still, there was a few things that they needed to get done. “But I could give you directions if you like…to a debriefing of sorts, if you’re up for it.”
  16. Mags nodded as they followed Starlight into the adjacent room. They had little to no knowledge of the kind of surveillance system that Vought Tower had, but they had saw no reason to doubt Starlight’s judgement. It wasn’t long after they entered the room that the media-friendly demeanor faded away, leaving a supe with very little time to entertain nonsense. “That first question, you said being part of the Seven helped you be a better hero. Would you be willing to elaborate on that?” Their request was direct and concise. There was no point in wasting time if Mags picked up on a subtext that wasn’t actually there. “I don’t know if you read my file or anything, but if you were trying say what I think you were trying to say…you and I may have had similar experiences on supe teams.” It was a coin toss. Mags didn’t want to go into what happened too much if they didn’t have to. They decided to hold back until Starlight responded. @MATT
  17. "Seventy six years." She reached a slightly shaking hand into one of the pockets on her uniform, pulling out an old cigarette case, its contents seemingly just as well preserved as she was, and struck a match. The old supe's eyes continued to trace over the skyline as she took a long pull, trying to find anything familiar amongst the glass and steel monoliths that dotted the city beyond the park and finally responding to Starlight's question with a simple "Yes. Yes it has." Britannia nodded to Starlight's suggestion of talking more later, even putting on a small smile again for a moment. "That would probably be for the best. I imagine that I have missed a lot of history from down there. How time flies..." Another pocket reached into, this time her hand came out of it holding an old pocket watch of all things. She gently tossed it up and down in her hand a couple times, before tweaking the crown, twisting it three times left, and once right, muttering something about it being a shame about losing such a thing, before tossing it into the pit she had crawled out of just a few minutes ago. KRAK... fzzzz.... The hole in the ground glowed brilliant shades of red, gold, and orange! Sparks of molten metal and thick black smoke flying from its depths, the fireworks lasting all but a few minutes until they finally died down again, returning the park to silence once more. "Well, that seems to have worked. Can't be leaving any secrets behind for just anyone to stumble into now, can we?" TAG: @MATT @Morrigan
  18. Starlight had plenty experience in being diplomatic, especially here, where being Diplomatic could be essential to her very survival. She smiled broadly, as it appeared the question and answer and meet and greet was almost over. Even if she understood this was a contractual obligation, she did want to provide a memorable experience, and so far, everyone had behaved themselves pleasantly enough. She was already preparing to wave goodbye, as she noticed one of the others walking towards her. Tensing for a second, she raised an eyebrow as she heard him out. This could be either creepy or something altogether different. Still, it was not as if Starlight was not able to handle herself, so she allowed him to speak his piece, see what he had to say. “Sure, there’s another room just adjacent-“ It was a room close enough she could call for assistance if needed, but again she was quite capable of defending herself. As she walked in, she looked around for a second, before she turned her head to him. Hands on her hips, she had a somewhat serious expression on her face. “Well. You have a few minutes. Say what you came to say.” Indeed, she was giving some bit of her time here on what may very well turn out to be nothing.
  19. It was definitely a more diplomatic answer. Mags could understand the need to maintain a degree of impartiality, especially in a team like the Seven. Supe teams were often mired with internal politics and favoritism from the leadership. Mags’ old team certainly was, and they had no reason to believe the Seven was any different. “Well, Starlight. On behalf of the team I’d like to say thank you very much for meeting with us.” Mags said to Starlight before turning over to face their team. “Sit tight, everyone. We’ll be leaving in just a little bit.” Mags had questions of their own for Starlight, ones they though were better asked away from the team. Walking over to Starlight, Mags leaned in and quietly asked, “Is there a place here we can talk? There’s actually something I’d like to ask you myself, if you have the time.” They said with a heavily implied “where no one else can listen in” in their tone. Mags hoped that Starlight would be able to answer a question that they had wondered since before they were transferred out of Detroit. @MATT
  20. It was surprisingly easy to go along with things like this…when potentially people were eavesdropping on her every word. Annie really hated how fake she had to be in public sometimes, but it was necessary to maintain the peace, fragile and false although it was. She nodded to the others as the assistant would ask if anyone had any other questions. That last one- she froze at it. She quickly ran through the options, as she kept her fake smile plastered. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the assistant’s raised eyes, no doubt writing down whatever she picked. Ah hell, this was going to be a disaster wasn’t it? “I like to think that the Seven work best as a cohesive team, that we play upon each other’s strengths to try to bring all of us up at the same time,” she said finally. It was a diplomatic, if safe answer, as she really didn’t want to risk anyone’s egos getting hurt. Well, not that she thought Maeve would care, but Deep and A-train…that might not ring so true, and she was sure that saying anything about Homelander right now was a very bad idea. At least, that was the vibe she got. Maybe it was better to be safe than sorry? She didn’t know, as she sighed. “I do believe that I am closest to Queen Maeve. Girls get it done, you know?” Ah hell, why not just sell the lie.
  21. Mags nodded along, a fairly standard answer for a question like that. It reminded them of when they were interviewing for their old team. They were happy with the way the meeting had been going so far. Sure, Starlight’s answers were probably more for Vought’s benefit than their team’s, but she was at least being professional about it. Mags was thankful it had been Starlight the team met, having heard rumors of why The Deep had been transferred to a different state. “Alright, any other questions for Starlight? I think we have time for one more.” Mags said, glancing back over at the team. They watched as another team member raised their hand and began asking a question. “Which of the Seven do you think you work with the best?” They asked. It was an innocent enough question about Starlight’s professional relationships with her teammates. Little did any of the Super Pals know, the team dynamics of the Seven were anything but simple. The question had piqued Mags’ interest as well. They had always been curious of what it was like to work as a part of the Seven. Given the wording of Starlight’s answer to the first question she was asked that day, Mags wondered whether or not her answer to this question would carry the same potential subtext. @MATT
  22. It was true that part of her speech was scripted, but so far Vought liked it that way. So long as it didn’t raise any fuss or eyebrows, the safe way was usually what they sprung for in these sorts of speeches. She smiled back at Mags and the others in a noncommittal, bland way, maybe such as the one reserved for celebrities when they met with the public. She sighed, holding herself back as she remembered that time…well, she had no choice but to lie. Vought handlers everywhere, as she turned back to face the others. No doubt there were other ears than just these in here listening. “Interviewing for the Seven is like interviewing for any job really…but on a bigger scale. These are the top heroes in the world, and you really have to show them that you’re up to the task.” She really was making this shit up as she went along, but she could sense the cameras eyes on her even now. Maybe that was enough to guarantee her safety. Maybe. She knew Homelander was still sort of ‘tight’ with Deep for now anyway. “The key to interviewing for the Seven, and for any hero team in general…build up your resume. Or your portfolio if you’re a solo hero. Get visibility by saving people, stopping bad guys, that sort of thing.” Rather generic advice maybe, but that would bail her out for now.
  23. Mags had never met Starlight. She had joined the Seven well after Mags had left mainstream supe life, and, even when they hadn’t, the two of them travelled in vastly different circles. So, it had been a little difficult for Mags to get a bead on what was genuine and what was for Vought. The first part of her answer was definitely for Vought’s benefit. They guessed it was probably written by the same guy who did Homelander’s “You’re the real heroes,” line. It was all part of the job. The second part of her answer did seem a bit…off script. Something about her wording when she said being part of a the team that “helps prepare” her to be a better hero, her tone too. Could she have read their file? Maybe their experiences haven’t been very different. “Well, this team definitely knows how being part of a team can make them better heroes…” Mags started, looking out at her team seeing the faces of people who were simply happy to be where they were before eventually returning to meet Starlight’s gaze. “myself included.” They nodded at Starlight in return. “Who else has a question for Starlight?” Mags asked their team. Another young supe eagerly raised a hand. “Can you tell us anything about what interviewing for the Seven was like?” Obviously a supe with hilariously big aspirations and a bit too unaware how unobtainable they were. Mags looked at Starlight with a somewhat worried look. They knew exactly how astronomical the odds were that anyone on their team would ever end up in the Seven, but they didn’t want any of them to be aware of it, not at their age at least. Mags didn’t want any of them to get their hopes up either. Mags’ hoped, if anything, their expression conveyed that to Starlight, a plea for her not to get the supe’s hopes up but not to crush their spirit either. A tall order, if there ever was one. @MATT
  24. Everything seemed to be going pretty smoothly, which was honestly the best thing that one could hope for when it came to one of these meet and greets. Starlight tried to put her best foot forward, as she would extend her hand out to shake. “I will try to answer as best as I can,” she said with a slight chuckle, her hand on her hips, as she considered the question. Well, that was not a loaded question at all for sure… But she still had her public image to maintain, as she answered. “What I love most about being in the Seven is to be out there inspiring people, through our example.” It was a safe, corporate friendly answer, given that some of the Vought people were in the room as well. Indeed, it was an okayish answer, but she hoped that they’d accept it. Overall, she thought maybe they could do with some expansion of that comment. “Having that team structure to support you is also very good, and what’s more important to me personally is how being in the Seven helps prepare you for being a better hero.” There…that was a backhanded compliment, but one she hoped the Vought people wouldn’t catch, as it only appeared complimentary on the surface. She nodded and smiled to Mags, wondering if they’d figure the tone.
  25. Mags watched Starlight as she entered the room and said what they could only assume was something someone at Vought had written for her to say for occasions like this. Having seen supes do press work on several occasions, Starlight seemed familiar in that it was definitely a bit forced. Then again, it was hard for Mags to hear anyone spout out obvious Vought rhetoric without it seeming insincere. Although, there was something different about her than most of the other supes they had seen. Maybe Starlight really was genuinely interested in meeting with the team. Mags would have to pay closer attention. Mags grinned as Starlight turned to face them. “It’s great to meet you too Starlight. We’re all honored.” They said equally committed to their team enjoying the day as much as they could. “I’m Wild Thing, team leader, and my team definitely has some questions for you.” They said looking out at their team. Mags looked at one of their team members and nodded. “Aside from fighting crime and saving people, what do you like most about being in the Seven?” One of the team members asked. It was a good question, and, while Mags had definitely heard rumors of what it was like with the Seven, but they had never really spoken with a member long enough to really ask a question like that and get a good answer. @MATT
  26. Starlight told herself that this was something that she could never get used to. The feeling of being in the spotlight, that she’d felt on her shoulder ever since she’d gotten involved with the Seven. But here she was, waiting for a meet and greet with another team. ‘Super Pals’… something like that. It seemed to her that there were new teams starting off every week, all Vought Sponsored in some way, she was sure. Nevertheless, she was happy to try to be there for the up and coming within the hero world. Hopefully she could set a good example for these who genuinely were trying to make a difference in the world with their powers. There were quite a few who genuinely didn’t…. Walking in the room, she smiled and waved to the assembled group, as she had been given a quick rundown of who everyone was before entering, by the vought employee. “Hello everyone, it’s good to meet you all. You’re the next generation of Supes, and you’re an inspiration to us all.” Yes, that was Vought inspired drivel, but she hoped that she was selling it with a sincere enough face. She did want to help these people, and probably she was the best one in the Seven to do so. Everyone else was well….in any event it was probably better it was her doing this then the Deep. She would do her best to at least ensure that everyone had a good experience, not that she felt that she was being ‘on display’ so to speak. But she did do her best to shake hands, take photos, and sign autographs, as she looked them over. “So, it’s really great to meet all of you. Especially the newer generations of Supes. I know you all must have questions about what it’s like- being in the Seven,” she said, as she faced Mags.
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