[h2]Alessa Heather: Charity Fundraiser[/h2]
[h3](Post includes contributions from [@Old Amsterdam].)[/h3]
Alessa nodded to Inkscape’s response and his move over to Mastar, smiling to herself just a little. That was, she imagined, a good start to a new version of herself. Equally, though she tried to block out the cacophony of Ceramix’s, ahem, “music”, she was quite glad that it was helping the man sobbing to himself within the glob of containment foam to recover his senses... but damn, how long would they have to keep him in that stuff for? They couldn’t exactly restrain him forever, but nothing less than the containment foam would suffice to hold him, considering his ability... ah, but Epsilon could create machines to nullify powers! No problem, then.

And even better, it seemed like Lillian was already recovering! No need for medical help, then; as Lillian leant against her, Alessa stroked her hair, murmuring kind words into her ear as if to offer further balming for the shock she’d suffered. It might be pertinent to propose some form of check-up later on, though. And with where Lillian was looking... had anyone said anything to Margrave yet? She was sure Inkscape had congratulated him on the part he’d played in saving civilians; if not, then she certainly would.

He didn’t seem pleased with not receiving any attention immediately. Scratch that, she was going to go and talk to him now, before he got the wrong idea- and too late, for the media started swarming in before she could so much as move in his direction, and very rapidly converged around her and Lillian, not to mention most of her other teammates. The flood of questions started professional: ‘How on earth did you defeat two prolific capes so readily?’, ‘Was it fate that brought everybody here?’, ‘What part did you play in taking down these villainous fiends?’, ‘Is the mask going to become a permanent part of your ensemble, Messiah?’, and so on, to which both she and Tiger Lily responded professionally, redirecting questions toward Inkscape accordingly.

Then they started getting personal. ‘Are you and Tiger Lily dating, Messiah?’ She hadn’t honestly expected that, and she stuttered as her brain tried to come up with an answer. Here Lillian jumped in with a slight nod of her head. Before they could say anything, however, the press started to flood in again: ‘How long have you two been going out for?’, ‘What’s it like dating someone two years younger than you?’, ‘Are you lesbians, and what do you have to say to the homosexual community if so?’, ‘What on earth do you think most Americans are going to think of you for this?’ Coming up with an answer to each and every question simultaneously was not something Alessa could do, and so she was frozen for quite a while, though she couldn’t help but realise that a degree of anger was starting to build up.

The moment somebody asked about their sex life was the moment that anger peaked, but after a second of surprised hesitation, Lily managed to speak before she could, her words pointed and stiff, but respectful in tone: [color=pink]“Last I checked it was considered pedophilia to involve minors in sexual conduct, Sir. Furthermore, our personal lives are off-limits, [i]thankyouverymuch[/i], and I believe the Youth Guard would very much agree.”[/color] Alessa couldn’t help but notice Lillian’s grip tightening on her hand, and so she squeezed back, forcing herself to deliver her next sentence with the same professionalism as before, albeit much cooler than before.

‘As Tiger Lily has stated, and with all due respect, our personal lives are not the media’s business. I have no further comments to offer to any of you, and I’d appreciate not being asked any further questions on the matter.’ That, she imagined, was probably the best response she could give, which was what mattered here; with that, she began encouraging her teammate to start walking with her toward one of the more established heroes, a sort of social protection.

It was belatedly that she realised Margrave had disappeared entirely, and far too late to try and seek him out. Later, then.