[center][h2]Paragon city[/h2]

[h3]-- Atlas Park: City Hall --[/h3]

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For those brave heroes-to-be who had actually entered the structure proper, they would find themselves in the rather lavish lobby of the city hall. It was a spacious, rectangular room, with stone floors made out of large, for-the-most-part-clean slate grey tiles. Rectangular, neutral colored and pattternless carpets covered most of the floor though. There were four large columns too, one in each corner, along with several larger potted, leaft plants - and they weren't plastic! Additionally, the ceiling was home to several square-shaped light-fixtures, which illuminated the large room in a healthy and bright atmosphere. Some walls also had paintings - of various things, including landscapes, portraits and... Abstract... art. There was even a small fash-tank over on the east-most wall, complete with a little astle and several different types of small, decorative fish.

But, all of that aside, the real meat and bones was the two other things present in the lobby. The frankyl absurd amount of stools, chairs and benches for people to sit and wait on, and the large, rounded, semi-circle reception at the center of the room. Behind the counter, tapping away at a keyboard and glaring at a computer screen - not even registering the newly arrived heroes - was a woman, who seemed to be in her early to mid fourties. She was wearing a business dress of tan coloration. Perhaps the reason she wasn't paying attention though was the small sign-plaque that was hung on the very front of the reception counter, which read:

[b][i]Reception closed to the Public: 8 AM - 11 AM.
New Hero Orientation Day.[/i][/b]

Ah. This would explain the complete lack of disgruntled citizens who were waiting in line or in the seats, hoping to file cmplaints and grievances with the city. Instead, apart from the small team of toddler-do-gooders, there was only one other person in the lobby. A girl, in the same strange costumed get-up as the others, though she was sitting on one of the chairs rather than standing up and speaking to the rest. Her outfit consisted of a skin-tight bodysuit, which showed off her curvature quite well, along with a pair of strange, electronic goggles sat over her eyes, covering the upper half of her face. Apart from taht, she had bright blonde hair that had been tied into a low ponytail. Still, she didn't seem too interested in chatting, as the caramel-skinned heroine hadn't even turned her head or looked oiver at the other fresh-faced super heroes even once.

But perhaps she was just shy. Or nervous about what was to come. Or had a speech inpedement. Or perhaps she was just a total ice queen and didn't deem her peers [i]worhy[/i] of her [i]glorious[/i] presence? Who could really tell? Nobody, without asking, that's for sure! Unless you were a mind-reader, duh.

Stilll, nobody had a chance to really approach her, as, when the clock struck 9:00 AM sharp, the western-most door of the lobby opened. Oh, did we not mention that? The lobby had doors for each cardinal direction. The entrance/exit was located on the southern wall, which was where the heroes had entered in through.

But back to the other door that just opened.

Out of it stepped...! ... A rather... Boring-looking man. A balding, below-average-height man, wearing thick black framed glasses and a really, really dull grey suit. Yet, despite his ra´her plain and forgettable appearance, he seemed to have a warm expression on his face, and he walked with both confidence and purpose, striding up to the reception counter and turning to face the south part of the lobby, looking at all the gathered youngsters presenet. He cleared his throat with a quick cough, then spoke with a clear and familiar voice.

"Well now, I'm glad tos ee everyone made it on time. It's good to see you all again. For those who don't remember, I'm Bernard, the greeter here in city hall."

Oh yeeaaaaaaaaaaaaah... Now he seemed familiar. This was the old guy who had guided them all around back whenever they took the written and interview-part of the Sanctioned Hero Exam. The man smiled and clapped his hands togther infront of him to gain more attention.

"Now then, before we move on to the main event, are there any questions or concerns any of you would like to ask before we move ahead? Don't be shy, ask anything if it's on your mind." Oh, and can you all gather up here, with me? Thank you."

As he said, the girl in the bodysuit and goggles rose almost immeidately form her seat. She proceeded on over to stand near the old, middle-aged man, but still didn't say anything. Perhaps she just didn't have any questions or concerns to voice? But what about you? This was your one chance to ask any nagging little inquiries before you got to enter the big league, after all.

So, what do you do now?