The meeting room for the Ladies of Victory was full of light conversation interrupted occasionally by the sounds of a cup hitting the large table in the center or the sound of snacking coming from the direction of Slingshot, whose metabolism gets kicked into overdrive anytime she uses her superspeed. At the head of the table, Jennifer frowned in annoyance as she tapped through the reports for the events of today on the holographic display in front of her, her and Chloe's casual wear at odds with the rest of the team who after today were still mostly in their respective costumes.
Voodoo Queen and Tricksterella were both drinking coffee from travel cups, VQ still wearing her customary black high-cut dress and cloak with silver accents, skull make-up having been magically wiped off and hood down, while Tricksterella had placed her glittering blue waistcoat on the back of the chair, still clad in her black leotard and fishnets, with her blue and black hat off to the side on the table. Slingshot was nearby powering through a burger and fries, the hood of her black spandex bodysuit down and goggles up as she crossed one leg lady-like over the other, sending the neon green halftone dots along them and her sides shimmering.
With no snack or drink to hide behind, Magdalena fidgeted uncomfortably as she picked at the invisible lint on her exposed thigh. The young blonde's designer body was on display in the high-cut burgundy leotard, large cross-shaped cleavage cut out of the middle and exposing her from nape to navel and showing plenty of boob, accented in silver along with her mask. The matching thigh high boots on her slim legs tapped nervously as she bit a plush burgundy-glossed lip, embarrassed after having been woken up from her 'meditation practice'.
Ninjette was next to her trying to both console her and not laugh, her fit body confined in a black fishnet bodysuit covered by a thick black leather leotard. The few pouches along her waist, low slug on a belt along with a slim, curved knife at the small of her back nowhere near the impossible amount of tools and weapons she seemed to always have on hand. The strangled look of help she sent the nearby Demi almost set off a fit of laughter from the curvaceous bombshell dressed in professional work wear with her lab coat in her lap, miming to her teammate that if Ninjette didn't want to upset Magdalena she could pull up the mask and red scarf she used to hide her identity.
Psychometra didn't hide her chuckle, the purple hood of her jacket and domino mask both off as she stretched all five and a half feet of her and heard something pop, pulling off her black gloves to massage something underneath the purple and black skin-tight shirt. It gave her the opportunity to avoid looking at Flamera next to her, whose thick black suit failed to contain her hyper-feminine NuGen perfection, not the least because she unzipped the garment as much as possible. She hated the unattractive uniform but with how hot her flames could get, and the several warnings about public nudity after she'd burned off more than one costume, it was the best option she had to keep out of trouble while she grumbled about societal puritan bullshit.
"Well ladies, good job today." Jennifer plowed through some of the data for today to bring up Mandrill, the leader of the gang of tech-savvy animal transformers known as the Manimals on the holographic terminal in the center of the table.
"Mandrill and the rest of his group have all been accounted for and the RRPD will have them shipped off to a secure super-facility in the morning. Not that they're as much of a threat with all their guns and devices confiscated and destroyed but hey, it just means we don't have to worry about them for a while." The screen flickered to show a group of police leading a scruffy, shirtless man with strange eyes and a thick power-dampening collar around his neck.
"Meanwhile the dragon that hired them is going to be deported back across the Atlantic and dealt with by the proper authorities. He came into the country with a false ID and was clearly tracking the gold shipment that was waiting downtown, so chances are he's doubly screwed. Thanks for handling the feds paperwork VQ, I know you're probably tired but I only understand about half of what the Department for Super and Paranormal Activities puts in there."
Voodoo Queen saluted with her cup before taking a sip, the carryout case of Vietnamese coffee on the table finding another cup gone as Psychometra leaned over to grab one, giving it a quick sniff and sip before making a slight face at the strength of the small beverage. "I'd like to say that's the reason I took public administration classes when getting my MBA but I'm happy my desire to not get screwed or tricked with magical contracts can be used dealing with bureaucratic nonsense." The sorceress looked thoughtful as she remembered her plans before moving to Rapid Rivers, eyes dipping to Chloe who seemed oblivious to the conversation as she tapped away at the panel in front of her.
"Honestly? I probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference." Jennifer's mouth quivered mischievously as a round of giggles circled the room at her comment, swiping sideways to change the hologram to show the storefront of 'A Bimbo's Kiss' and Lucy Maybach.
"Easy win with the shop all things considered, thanks again for VQ and Tricksterella for getting through the entire list of people affected by 'Lucy Specials' and there'll be some alerts on the news for anyone who shopped there unwittingly." Another swipe brought up the beaming Abigail Duchesne onto the table. "For anyone who thinks Lucy Maybach got off easy, Abigail's dad is a fairly powerful Congressman and more than one of the wealthy and connected people she took money from or ticked off are going to make her life miserable for a while. As for the girl herself..."
"I've got most of the paperwork and legal bullshit pushed through for her. Rather than make her go through said bullshit though I just ran all the information through the systems she needed to be in and her licenses and documents will be in the mail in a day or two." Chloe added to the conversation, looking annoyed as her fingers flew across the light-spun keyboard in front of her. "That isn't just to save me the hassle though, getting the store back up and running quickly and legally will let her help anyone she has affected who isn't in the mood for big tits and an amped up sex drive faster. I'll have a chat with her at some point about the super-pseudonym she wants from the Alias Registry but 'Spinstress' was available and sounds cute so maybe she'll keep it."
Jen nodded, but Slingshot raised her hand as she powered through the bite of burger she just took, politely covering her mouth until she was done. "Not to dig too deep, but usually dealing with the GAR and getting licensed as a superpowered individual takes longer than an afternoon..."
"
Oui
!" Magdalena chimed in, a slight flush coloring her cheeks as she didn't mean to interrupt but Slingshot was happy to let her add on to the question and return to her food. "
C'est juste que
... even though my father is
très riche
, it took weeks even with help erm... 'greasing wheels'. And I am still just a probationary heroine..."
"True, which is why I just hacked them and back-dated everything." Chloe's nonchalant tone belied the silent shock that went through the rest of the team. The Global Alias Registry wasn't just for superheroes, the organization was a world-wide collection of nearly every super-powered individual's pseudonym connected to their private identity allowing them to claim it as their own. The only reason it worked was because that collection was so private and guarded that it had never been broken into, and gave heroes and villains alike international legal rights to their own identity without fear of being compromised.
"Don't give me that look, it's not like I decided to also go snooping while I was in there. I just did the same thing for her that I did for myself and the 'Maven' alias." Chloe had raised her eyes from the screen and saw the bewildered faces everyone was giving her as she rolled her eyes.
"It's still secure, I'm the only person in the world who has access to an entire sub-reality that lets me literally cheat my way into anywhere digitally, including places where all of the information is kept on physical copies with zero electrical or digital components for miles around. I'm not going to violate the integrity of a major component to keeping the peace between supers just because I'm too lazy to do the proper paperwork, that'd be rude."
That comment didn't help the looks which were getting increasingly incredulous, or in the case of Voodoo Queen's narrowing stare annoyed, as Chloe let out a defeated sigh and stood up, putting her hand on something which caused the hologram in the center of the table to show Demi's lab and the secure glass cell holding the unconscious Bimbette.
"Which I guess is the best segue I can do to the real reason Jen called a full team meeting instead of just letting everyone go about their afternoon. As you guys should be aware, we found Bimbette in a hidden lab built by Technovile into the very sub-reality I use to dodge paperwork. What was left behind made it clear it was also where Brandon Denvers had some help in creating the visors he used to brainwash women and try to rob the IRRIS. We're not really sure what's wrong with her but long-term exposure from the lab keeping her contained was what gave Abigail her magic... and turned her into a bimbo."
