[center][h2][color=ec008c]Epsilon:[/color]
(E)motions[/h2][/center]
It had been her idea, and it'd been hard to approve. Decoy had taken a long time to satisfy, in showing the device was completely safe under a myriad of conditions. Epsilon even had to radiation proof the damn thing. Putting it on had been another worry, so she hid it under her normal hero attire, just over her undergarments. It was shaped like a heating pad that covered from the top of her back to right above her backside. Rt did inflate a little bit, but that was a subtle change. Epsilon was flying by the seat of her pants when she was making it, so to speak, and as such it had taken her much less to make it than her other tinker devices. It had a battery that could last around thirty minutes, but it had a lot of excess 'heat.' It wasn't actual heat, in fact it got very cold during normal operation. 

Pressing the button on the remote caused a bit of lift, and made her feel very light on her feet. If she gave any amount of push to the ground, she would continue upward until stopped, or until the atmosphere got too thin. It reminded her of when you pushed all the oxygen out of your lungs, and stayed under water. The lack of buoyancy would keep you at a near neutral level in the fluid. Epsilon had practiced with the machine extensively, and now she pushed every so lightly to lift herself off the ground, grabbing the edge of the booth above her to bring herself right in front of a very confused little girl, and her equally confused mother. 

The little girl had a small mask hanging off her head, reminiscent of Narwhal's. [color=#3068FF][b]"How are you? Are you enjoying the event?"[/b][/color] She asked, trying her best to seem like the bubbly superhero that she would often see on TV. Epsilon twisted her hips, switching what hand was held onto the booth above her, so that she was upside down. The girl giggled, and the mother decided the appropriate reaction was to smile, happy that her daughter was getting the fun she came to the event for. It didn't last long though, as the daughter pulled on her mothers leg, trying to get her to head towards the table with Furnace and various other members of the protectorate. A long breath escaped Epsilon's lip, as she brought herself back to ground level, and deactivated her flight pack. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Sylph approaching a different set of booths, and waved frantically at the woman.

[center][h2][color=00ff8b]Hermes:[/color]
Not so Fun(draising)[/h2][/center]
Furnace was quite the diplomatic fellow, not once mentioning the history between him and Hermes while they sat next to each other. Hermes answered questions that were thrown to him every so often, but more than that he sat and listened. This was probably one of the last places he would've liked to be, but the PR lady had been very clear that it was important he go. He had conceded, and now gave his best approximation of someone who really didn't enjoy public events. He, at least, sold that.