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[sub][color=c3bbc9]Interacting: Starbright! [@Jumbus][/color][/sub][/center]
Eliza was definitely [i]not[/i] expecting for her practice to be interrupted by the very artist whose music she was working on. As the door burst open, she went completely invisible, clutching her violin to her chest and shrinking into the corner. But it soon became apparent that the star was not going to leave without an answer.

Still standing against the wall, Eliza slowly returned to visibility, her violin first, and her body gradually taking shape behind it. Her hair flopped into her eyes as she peered up at the man uncertainly, half-thinking he was going to yell at her or threaten to sue her over her transcription of his work. [color=c3bbc9] “I’m s-sorry,”[/color] she mumbled, [color=c3bbc9]“I uh – I – I have my license app- application in with – with your publisher, I promise – I’m getting the paperwork done, to c-cover the legal side of things, before – before the fundraiser, I promise!”[/color] she stammered, squinting up at Starbright anxiously.

Then she realized that he’d asked who she was. Right. [color=c3bbc9]“Oh. And um. My name’s Eliza.”[/color] She shuffled in place as she spoke, adjusting her hold on her bow and visually almost seeming to hide behind her violin. 
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[sub][color=9ed7db]Interacting: Patricia [@canaryrose], Martino [@Hitman] || Other Mission-mates: [@KaijuBaragon] [@Danvers] [@Hitman][/color][/sub][/center]
Angelica was a decent actor, surprisingly, at least when veiled by her powers. For a moment she said nothing to the man, sipping her strawberry daiquiri absently while checking him out, pretending to be impressed by what she saw. As he swept Patricia off of her barstool, she rolled her eyes, focusing on her drink as she pretended to consider the offer. “I suppose I’ve nothing better to do with my evening,” she purred, slinking off the barstool to the man’s other side and blanking out her revulsion at the vague smell of unwashed person and alcohol that clung to him. She flashed a look at Patricia, hoping the younger girl was okay. 

On the car ride over, Angie focused on settling the knot of tension in her chest, forcing herself to breathe as slowly as she could and relaxing the muscles in her back and shoulders. This time, they had backup. It wasn’t going to go badly at all. She gave her best, most reassuring smile to Patricia (who was not currently being affected by her powers; only Martino was). Everything was going to be [i]fine.[/i] [color=9ed7db]"This is exciting,"[/color] she whispered to her, trying to appear enthusiastic.

As they exited the car, she arranged her face into an expression of suitable awe at the opulent complex ahead. She draped herself elegantly over Martino’s arm, purring something that sounded like agreement with his statement about [i]fun[/i], though she internally cringed at the thought of even letting him touch her. God, she was definitely going to need a shower before she was able to look Blake in the eyes, after this.