[center][h1][color=#3068FF][b]Evelyn Chambers – [i]Tulpa[/i][/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]The last two weeks had really just dragged on, Evelyn thought. She was in class again, taking notes on some inane subject. She knew it was important and she always kept up with her studied, but man could it get tiresome. Thus she was more than happy to pack up her things and head off when the bell rung and they were dismissed. Heading out of the building, Evelyn met her parents at the gate, and they gave her a ride near PRT HQ. She gave them both a kiss on the cheek, smiling brightly, before she left the car to walk the rest of the way. Careful, Evelyn made sure to enter the building the back way so no one noticed her out of costume self. Once she was inside she walked to her room, changed into her costume—sans mask—and headed for where she knew Decoy and Ira waited.

She was in a pretty good mood, despite the mixed reception from the public and the state of the city. Sometimes a good day was just a good day. Humming to herself somewhat merrily as she entered the room, she noticed Lillian and Alessa had arrived before her, and smiled. Her projection was mostly compressed around her person, giving her a sort of...glow. While they hadn't come across anything really worthwhile during patrols, she'd had plenty of time to practice her power. As a result she had a bit more control over her projection—both manifested and inert. It was now pretty normal to see the silver shimmer directly around her person when she was in costume, one might say it had become a habit.

Admittedly, she'd started doing it because it made people look at her during patrols, and she kind of enjoyed the attention. To be fair, it was good for her self esteem.

[color=#3068FF][b]“Hi guys. Decoy,”[/b][/color] she gave his hologram a slight bow, smiling, [color=#3068FF][b]“I miss anything?”[/b][/color][hr][center][h1][color=#357302][b]Chatterbox[/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]Leaning against the counter, a bottle of wine next to him, and a glass to his left, Drake—currently out of costume—listened to the rest of his teammates. He'd been thinking about a plan for awhile and had thrown away quite a few.

Glancing over to the two who had spoken up he frowned slightly. He didn't much like that they'd spoken first.

[color=#357302][b]“Simple plans are often better, but I feel we need several back ups. Last time things got quite out of hand. I think we should learn from our mistakes.”[/b][/color] He sighed a bit, remembering how Headhunter—who was likely the best acquainted with tactics—had abstained from leading or coordinating the group last time. It seemed he'd have to take it upon himself to do so instead.

Luckily he'd been preparing. In the last few weeks he had figured out which of his [i]adoring fans[/i] would have free time and alibis when they were to carry out their mission. He'd found quite a few. This time he'd procured several drivers, to be set at different points some distance from the building. He had gotten them pagers, and one for himself, which he could easily use to get any one of them to make an approach, simply by tapping a button. He had two cars that he'd be filling with a few fans, armed with guns...with rubber bullets. Some would have tasers.

Beyond that he'd studied up on team coordination and battle tactics. Of course, there was no better teacher than the real world so it remained to be seen how things would go. More importantly, since he'd had the time, he had managed to figure out that a few of his [i]fans[/i] would be attending the Community Rally. He'd bidden them to send updates if plans changed, he was not about to get blindsided by bad intel.

All this in mind he waited, deciding to let the others speak before he did. He wanted to see if there were other good ideas.[hr][center][h1][color=#B8EEFF][b]Outsider[/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]Just arriving at the base—in costume—Outsider entered the building to see some members of the team he'd begun to grow accustomed to, and a stranger, in the lobby as it were. Not really having anything to contribute, he took a backseat, moving away from the door and to a wall where he leaned. He wanted to see if she had something for them to do. It'd be nice. He'd love to get a chance to use his power properly.

Crossing his arms, he waited.