[color=white][center][h2]Love Craft: Icehouse Hideout[/h2][/center][/color]
An attractive and intelligent young person stood among 4 others inside a huge storage closet inside the Icehouse. Frankie was their name, but when they happened to look like they did, they prefered Love Craft. The dashing and chiseled rogue who was offering Frankie coffee currently was the man who had called them all here, Broker. He offered Frankie money, and a place where they could build their own lab (or, their father's lab at least.) In return for funding and the space though, Frankie would have to put their unique talents on the table, along with three other parahumans.

The first person to grab the offered coffee cup was a young girl, probably Frankie's age. She exuberated an air of "Eeehhh" and Depression with her drab clothing and slouched back. Frankie doubted those scars even had interesting stories. She sat down near the soldier-man who declined the coffee. Apparently made him "jittery." Frankie couldn't help but giggle at this fact. As much as they loved a man in uniform, he was fairly old, just assuming from his posture and voice, and he still didn't drink coffee? Frankie must've been half this man's age and they'd have some!

[b]"Of course, I'd [i]love[/i] coffee."[/b] Frankie accepted, grabbing a cup and taking a seat near the mercenary. [b]"I'm strong enough for it. But if anyone has trouble, I wouldn't mind helping them relax."[/b] They said in their ever-so-slightly shrill voice, a gaze pointed at the man fiddling with his gun in public. With that, Frankie turned their attention to the final member they had yet to address and was quite impressed.

An immensely attractive young man was the group's final member. He was a bit tall, with boyish messy hair, and was obviously thin but not a stick. Though his costume was kind of foppish, if that was the right word?  He was trying a bit too hard to be cool, point being. It was obvious he should try and be pretty like Frankie instead! It was only wise to improve on your strengths than you weaknesses after all. The man was blessed in the genetic category, he ought to show it off! But Frankie digressed, and hopefully stopped biting their lip and looking at them while wringing their hands. To distract themselves, Frankie took out a small snack and started on their coffee. They were ready whenever everyone else was.