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[color=00aeef]“Shit...”[/color] Brie muttered to herself as she approached the auditorium, seeing no one else around. She’d somehow slept through her alarm and was now ten minutes late, despite living in the damn building. Having hastily thrown on some joggers and a hoody, she definitely had that rolled out of bed look down, though not in a good way. She quietly attempted to open the door, looking round the back few rows for a free seat. Unfortunately, the place was packed and she had to squeeze past half a row of people to sit down. 

[color=00aeef]“Whoops, excuse me...”[/color] She whispered, [color=00aeef] “Sorry about that - didn’t mean to step on your foot!”[/color] Brie eventually managed to get herself seated, just in time for the start of Powers’ presentation. She fidgeted for a few moments (the chairs were super uncomfortable), before someone in the row infront turned to glare at her.  [color=00aeef]“Geez, just getting comfy...”[/color] She muttered under her breath, childishly sticking out her tongue at them.

Running her fingers through her hair, she listened as he begun to speak. It wasn’t the most thrilling of presentations (at least in Brie’s opinion) and she had begun to doze off, managing to hear something about [i]ICOSA[/i] and [i]infrastructural damages[/i], when suddenly she heard her name. Everyone in the rows nearby turned to look at her as she was mentioned, a chorus of ‘oohs’ passing through the room. Brie sunk in her seat a little, idly chewing on a nail as she tried to wrack her brain for what she had done wrong. She’d been pretty well behaved recently, at least for the past week, and she couldn’t think what he could be calling her up for. Maybe it was that stray cat she’d tried to sneak in the other week. Or maybe he’d just decided to fire her, figured she was too much of a pain in the ass to deal with. 

[color=a36209]”Looks like Brooksides in trouble!”[/color] The hero who had been sat next to her sneered as they stood up, Powers now being done with his speech. Brie shot him a glare, trying to recall who he was. His power was boring anyway...something about being able to grow gills underwater.

[color=00aeef]“No way! He’s clearly just wanting to thank me for being such an exemplar hero.”[/color] Brie replied as she pushed him out of the way, slowly trudging up to the front of the auditorium. As she walked, having adopted an excruciatingly slow pace to delay the inevitable, she shot wary glances at the Men in Black, wondering why a gathering of heros would need what she presumed to be security. [i]Strange...[/i]

[color=00aeef]”Nice suit, sir.”[/color] She said as she approached him, smiling gingerly. [color=00aeef]“And can I just say that...it wasn’t my fault! And it was all just a big misunderstanding!”[/color] Brie began to reel off every excuse in the book, figuring that one of them might help her. [color=00aeef]“You’ve got the wrong person!”[/color] She continued, barely giving him a moment in which to respond.