[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Purple]Waverley Watts - Feedback[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/389c0ac6b62d482eb709d0517b347589/tumblr_psqd1zlT251y4marvo3_r2_250.gif[/img][hr]
[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mutant Underground, Washington D.C. Station (First Floor)
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Waverley's eyebrows furrowed when she heard the kid recount the story of his unfortunate camping trip, and a small frown found its way onto her lips. Often times, she wanted so much to be able to make ice pillars and blow the roofs off buildings that she forgot how lucky she was to have a power that wasn't chaotic enough to put those around her in danger. She didn't let the frown linger, however, putting on a cheery smile as she looked down at the kids. She listened to Cayden's answer to her question, and was about to ask what the Morlocks were, when Colossus' mention of YouTube caught her attention. She seemed to perk up slightly, looking their way, running through what she could remember of the past few minutes of their conversation, which she'd been half-listening to. 

[color=Purple]"Well, it wouldn't necessarily need to hold up in court, not at first, anyway,"[/color] Waverley said, her eyes on Blink at first, before shifting between her and Colossus, [color=Purple]"we just need a bunch of people to see it. With the right keywords, we could probably trick the YouTube algorithm into promoting the video. The only real problem is...well, it'd probably be taken down and or disregarded if it seemed like he was being forced to say it. But...if we could get it to seem like a voluntary confession...that could actually work in our favor,"[/color] her voice quickened with every word she said, a smile appearing on her lips. She wasn't looking at anyone at this point, instead just staring off in space. [color=Purple]"YouTube loves that sort of confessional feel. We can probably work with the camera angles to block out the ropes, so we wouldn't necessarily have to untie him completely. We'd need some incentive to get him to play along though. It might no-"[/color] as Waverley was speaking, she was snapped out of her verbal thoughts when a woman she didn't recognize walked in carrying a body, accompanied by a dramatically perfect chill draft. Waverley turned her head to the new woman, a worried expression on her face. [color=purple]"Is she going to be okay?"[/color]