[COLOR=lightpink][hr][hr][center][b][u][h2]Tokyo, Shibuya Crossing[/h2][/u][/b][/center][hr][hr][/COLOR]

If all the world's a stage, it had really poor lighting.

Felicity exited the trash pit the venue called a dressing room in a huff. Having just finished her second show ever (the first being in the good ol' U.S. of A) she expected some resistance from the Tokyo residents. She was an unknown entity trying to entertain the masses. She didn't know much Japanese either, other than a few phrases. Curse her parents for not teaching her when she was younger.

She was surprised how English friendly Japan was though, most, if not all, of the people spoke English pretty well and she was able to get around easily without much help. She was met at the airport with a marvelous greeting from the venue executives, who showed their appreciation for her being there. She was excited to be met with open arms. For once, she wouldn't be just some assistant on stage there because she had a pretty face and a big rack. no, she would entertain them because she was skilled, she was good. Her illusions were [i]real[/i] magic, after all. How many other magicians could say the same? Could Houdini? She doubted it.

So what went wrong? She really should have known something was off when she got to the venue. It wasn't as big as she pictured, but she performed in smaller. What really should have tipped her off was the seating. Instead of tables where people could order drinks or food while they enjoyed the show, it was lined up like a theater, with rows of seats. Like a game show audience, even. Still, she had a show to prepare for so she went to her dressing room. Another hint: the dressing room was as big as a broom closet. It had only one chair, and a small mirror and that was it. She noted weird stains on the floor also. She wondered if the venue wasn't doing well, and that was why, perhaps, they needed new talent to bring in the people. She didn't let this get her down!

The moment came when she went on stage, the crowd cheered, the spotlight hit her, and she gave a small bow and started. She began with a few tricks, a rabbit out of her hat (which is impressive considering how small her hat is) and the ribbon in the sleeve trick. It was then she noticed the camera. She was being taped. Funny, she didn't remember hearing about that. Perhaps it was so they could sell videos later, but still she would have expected them telling her, even giving her a cut of the proceeds.

She didn't notice when the audience put on the white ponchos and the tomato that flew across the stage and hit her in the shoulder. She stopped what she was doing and looked down. Before she could say anything, she was petered with fruits and vegetables of all shapes and sizes. She screamed and shouted for them to stop, but no one did. She quickly ran off the stage. After she left, another man came on stage and introduced the rest as the opening act for the new comedy show.

What the actual hell?

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She walked the streets, having cleaned herself up. She was still in her costume because she didn't bring a change of clothes. She didn't think she would need it. She was shamed and angry. She had a brief moment of revenge, ruining the cameras so her performance couldn't be broadcasted, but still.

It was then that someone ran into her, [color=lightpink][b]"Ah, watch it!"[/b][/color] she said, but the man just screamed and continued to run. That was weird.

She looked towards where the man ran from and she saw the scene unfold. The crowd of people running, the Viking man and what looked like...Starfish? Not to mention the colorful ensembles of some particularly interesting individuals who seemed to be confronting said Viking.

What was this? Could they be....superheroes?

Felicity wasn't blind. She knew about the Justice League. She knew they were gone, but yet these people were here, so they must be heroes, who else would dress like that, let alone charge toward the massive Viking, demon thing.

It took every nerve she had not to flee herself. The thing was terrifying to look at, but something compelled her to stay. Something compelled her to move.

Move toward the man!

Rushing through the crowd, she issued her apologies, she ran past a few people who had those weird Starfish things on them. She would worry about that in a minute, her attention needed to be on that weird Viking.

As she got near, she noted the others, issuing their respective lines at the enemy. It was just like a comic book!

[color=lightpink][b]"Hope you don't mind some assistance. I may not look it, but I'm sure you could use my skills. Now then, who's ugly here?"[/b][/color] she said to her comrades, who would see a young woman dressed in a tuxedo dress, black heels, fishnets, a small hat, and her long, blonde hair flowing. A new hero perhaps? Even she didn't know...