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[b]Date/Time:[/b] [i]November 11th, 2022. 6:17 PM.[/i]

[b]Location(s):[/b] [i]Redline PRT Headquarters[/i]
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[i]Gosh[/i], could she have been any [i]more[/i] embarrassing? It was only after Rachel helped her up that she finally realized what she had done; as if she couldn't be more thankful for her costume, she was ever-grateful for how the mask hid the redness that lit up her face for a time. Luckily for Bev, it seemed like everyone was more interested in moving past that little incident, as they began to make their way back out to the Command Room. 

As Fashionista ushered the group back, they found themselves seated once more, and finally they got some explanation on what was going down; an attack on the Museum of Parahuman History, though the perps were still unclear, and it didn't feel like Mr. Director intended on telling them about it...If he even knew. However, Beverly didn't do a great job hiding her excitement at the prospect of the museum. She remembered going there a few times as a kid! Even once for a field trip, although she didn't really like having to be corralled everything...Still, maybe this was a way she could help! Beneath her mask, the Tinker scrunches up her face, willing back as much as she could remember of the building and its layout. 

Before she could actually speak of what she recalled, however, Fukuda spoke his last statement quite pointedly towards Workshop herself and Jane. Right! She'd been in such an awkward mood in the moment that she'd grazed over what Ms. Rachel had talked about, some kinda proving ground of sorts. Sounds like some sort of place to work on stuff, and given her complete lack of gear...Yeah, she'd [i]definitely[/i] have to go down there sooner than later, though her thoughts, and eyes, turned back to the metal-clad Tinker nearby. Try as she might, Bev couldn't think of what she could really do to improve or augment her neat suit in this kinda time frame...Granted, Bev's made crazier in shorter time, and she didn't really know what made the other girl tick, so...She dropped that line of thought as quickly as she could, hoping not to make her mind run laps like it always did. 

Before she knew it, the rest of the group got chatty, getting into the nitty-gritty of their abilities as best they could. Even though Bev really wanted to interject with her lame, yet practical advice about the building, a combination of natural politeness and a certain measure of eagerness to understand their tricks kept her silent, quietly absorbing the information as best she could, pretty much gluing her eyes to whoever was happening to speak at the time. Gosh, they were somehow even crazier than she thought! The guy, Caiden, could make crazy energy swords he could shoot, pin people with graviturgical fields (she was [i]definitely[/i] interested in that part), and even telekinetically control them under a short range! It sounded crazy effective, and super flexible. Then one of the other girls (it...Was Ally, right? Probably...) started speaking up about making [i]portals![/i] Holy crap! Even if it wasn't 1:1, having something comparable to one of the greatest Capes in the world was nothing to sneeze at, and yet again Bev was thankful the welder's mask could hide her slack-jawed expression taking that all in. 

Carm-Wait, wait, that's wrong! Hero time! [i]V[/i] also spoke up, though it was all stuff that Workshop had mostly guessed after seeing it in action; temporary duration, based on the complexity and specificity of the desired items, and given they marked her as a Striker, probably a very short range on where exactly she can conjure up these objects. Still, that left a lot open to imagination, so she couldn't help but nod along as portal girl reaffirmed the potential of her ability. Well, speaking of, there [i]was[/i] finally a lull in chatting, beyond Will walking back and chatting to - wait, how long had [i]those people[/i] been here?! Talk about awkward, not even noticing them until now. Sure, things have been hectic, but she didn't think it was so bad she'd miss three whole new people! Especially the new girl; how [i]could[/i] she miss her? She had this sorta elegant air about her, and was awful pretty to boot. Though the prosthetic leg brought a slew of invasive questions into Beverly's mind, which she had to desperately try and push down. Still, now actually noticing the newcomers, she pulled her mask up with a smile, waving to them cheerfully, before turning back to the group; she probably would need to head down to that Proving Grounds place soon, so she'd have to be quick about it....

[color=f7941d]"Oh! Uh, well, 'fore I go where Ms. Rachel was asking for me to head to, I guess I oughta contribute a bit, right?"[/color] She gave a bit of a nervous laugh, awkwardly brushing the back of her bushy hair to relieve some idle tension. [color=f7941d]"When it comes to what I do, well...I-it ain't super self-explanatory, so, um...You'll hafta wait and see!"[/color] With a more comfortable-sounding joking giggle and wink, she pressed onward. [color=f7941d]"Still, that don't mean I have nothin' worth sayin'! I've been to the Museum a few times, so I can tell y'all a bit of what to expect!"[/color] She beamed, proud she could at least do this much...Even if a map from the place's lobby could've done the same as she would. 

[color=f7941d]"So, uh, it's got two real big floors! There's stairs, a'course, but there's also an elevator near the backs of the Tinker and Guardians exhibits, respectively. Hrm, what else....Well, there's a restroom on each floor, an' I know the first one's near the lobby-place with the big ol' Guardians statue! Er, I know I got more..."[/color]

Rubbing her temple as if trying to massage the thoughts out of her head, Beverly seems to hit something as she fires back into conversation. [color=f7941d]"Oh yeah! There're tons of exhibits, and explainin' them might be helpful! May even give us an idea what someone may be after, I guess...There's the Tinker one, but I'm pretty darn sure all the tech there is all deactivated or junk. Guess other Tinkers might be able to do somethin' with the stuff there?"[/color] She shrugs, clearly unsure of her statement, but at least spitballing a possibility. 

[color=f7941d]"Uh...There's one for the PRT, but..."[/color] Leaning in almost conspiratorially, she whispers to the group [color=f7941d]"Personally, that one's kinda borin'..."[/color] She pulls back, with a bit of a grin, but it isn't long before she launches into it anew. [color=f7941d]"The Guardians exhibit has some cool memorabilia stuff, but I don't think any of it'd be worth much...But I guess that place would also just be a good one to smash up if they wanna send a message, y'know? Er, beyond those two....I mean, there's the History of Parahumans interactive exhibit, but there wouldn't be much for anyone to do there, I think...Oh! There's the Herald exhibit! But, uh, beyond the cool animatronic models, there isn't really anythin' worth messin' around in there for..."[/color]

Seeming to think hard about this again, her face seems to darken at her last prospect. [color=f7941d]"There's, uh...The Seven's exhibit, but...I don't really wanna think about anyone who'd pop in there with ulterior motives."[/color] Beverly openly shudders at the possibility, not eager to elaborate. Honestly, she always found it kinda scary that they had their own exhibit. But in the end, she guesses that they're a pretty big deal in Parahuman History...Just not the good kind. [color=f7941d]"That's about all I got, I think. Hope it helps! But, uh, I should probably head away and do me some Tinkerin' if I don't wanna be dead weight. Y'all better let me in on all the cool plans and stratagems ya come up with when I get back!"[/color] With a grin, she hopped from her seat, happening to pass right by Ms. Rachel herself as she comes up the stairway.

[color=6ecff6]"Oh! There you are, I was just about to come up and get you two; I think the Proving Ground is as ready as it can be, so if either of you need to do some work before it's time, now's your chance! Just try not to make [i]too[/i] much of a mess in there, alright?"[/color] A faint giggle escaped the Vice-Director's lips as Workshop nodded eagerly. [color=f7941d]"Will do! I don't usually make [i]too[/i] much of a mess, but I'll be sure to try extra-hard!"[/color] Just as Beverly is about to gallivant off downstairs, however, Fashionista catches her for a moment longer, a bit more serious. [color=6ecff6]"Oh, and before we have you all head out, we'll need to double-check your work and ensure it won't be too dangerous. Just a general precaution, really, but I'm sure you'll do fine."[/color] The soft smile of Rachel gave the younger Tinker a small shot of confidence; much-needed for what was to come. [color=f7941d]"Thank ya! I'll be sure to not try anything too crazy!"[/color] And with that, Workshop was off to do her namesake, with what little time remained...

But for the time being, the Vice Director approached the newcomers, doing nothing to hide her clear pleasure at seeing more of the kids arrive. [color=6ecff6]"I'm glad you all could make it! Even if the circumstances aren't great...Well, regardless, if you don't remember me, I'll say it again. I'm Rachel Elton, the Vice-Director of the Redline PRT. I [i]also[/i] happened to be the one making all the fantastic designs you see before you!"[/color] She gave a smooth motion to the group at large, all clad in their Cape attire, all of it gorgeously made and, of course, made to last. [color=6ecff6]"Speaking of that..."[/color] Her gaze turns to the two boys, Lito and Thel. [color=6ecff6]"I suppose you two need to get suited up before you drop yourselves into the chatter here. Follow me, please. Oh, and before I forget..."[/color] For a moment, Fashionista's attention turned to the young lady amongst this trio of latecomers, stepping forth to meet Eleanore face-to-face. If only for a second, it feels like there's palpable tension in the air...Before Rachel breaks into a mocking pout, with an equally joking huff to match. [color=6ecff6]"I know you're too good for little old me and my designs, buuut..."[/color] Shifting from her jesting demeanor to the same gentle smile from before, she pulls out Eleanore's personal card. [color=6ecff6]"...You'll still be needing this for things other than my stellar Cape designs. Now you should get in there and introduce yourself while I handle these two."[/color]

With a wink, Rachel turns her attention back to the not-so-dynamic duo. [color=6ecff6]"Alrighty, follow me! We'll get you two looking like heroes in no time!"[/color] With a twinkle of glee in her eyes, the Vice Director begins her jaunt back to the Changing Room with two newcomers in tow. Seems like sooner than later, things were going to be going down...