[h1][b][i][color=FFCB00][center]Leah Jordan[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a97e8983-b22c-4dfe-b2a2-4825bd67ff76.png[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=FFCB00][b]Location[/b][/color]: Contest of Champions
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Leah’s mental bandwidth was being tested a [i]lot[/i] after her team’s victory. She had walked back inside, able to find her way around a bit easier, and it seemed everyone from here to Mars wanted to take a minute of her time. Some pretty-looking guy with goat horns and [i]immaculately[/i] braided hair, about her age, came running up to her with his younger sister asking for a picture. She didn’t smile in it, but he insisted he’d follow her with it on her socials… Which she didn’t have. A kid who couldn't have been older than [i]five[/i] asked her to sign a fucking cinder block. She did, and the kid ran off like he'd stolen the Declaration of Independence.

When she got away from all of that, it was just suits and bureaucrats inside. Someone led her to meet up with her team for one big interview, and it wasn’t fun. Leah didn't have the social capabilities for this stuff, even if she knew that most journalists who hounded superheroes in this environment just wanted sound bites.

[i]How did you get so strong? 

What brought you here from Asg- You're not Asgardian?

Why did you abstain near the end of the Contest?
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Blah. Blah. Fucking. Blah.

A few questions of the lot did seem like they were actually thoughtful, though.


“Leah! Your earth bending is incredible! Who is your inspiration?” Asked a woman with a notepad and a cellphone in her hands. That was an incredibly vague question, but miraculously, she knew how to answer it.

[color=ffcb00]"...Villains, terrorists, other evil people like that. They inspire me to be better than them, so there's someone to stop them."[/color] She omitted the part where it was personal.

An older guy in a baseball hat spoke up next. He looked old enough to have grandchildren. “Leah! What’s your opinion on the recent Humanity First movement to remove super powered kids from being able to compete in sports and use public facilities?”

Leah heard about them once. She did [i]not[/i] fuck with that. She sat up and leaned towards the microphone someone had given her.

[color=ffcb00]"That's [i]stupid[/i]. People like that would lose to kids [i]without[/i] superpowers, and they've probably never even sat foot on a field in the first place. And since I know one of you is about to bring up segregating them so they play against each other- Look around you. And when they don't, there are rules about it,"[/color] She added. [color=ffcb00]"That's the same thing people said days and weeks after it was suddenly illegal to kill mutants- [i]Don't let them exist in public...[/i] We solved this problem decades ago. You'd have to be delusional to think we didn't."[/color]

Somebody asked her about her nonexistent social media presence and if that would change now that she was famous. It wouldn't.

And then the corporate drudgery happened. Contracts, brand deals, stuff she really wasn’t equipped to understand in an hour, let alone a brief conversation. She Hulk was right about letting [i]her[/i] deal with things like this, so Leah had told several of the suits that she’d ask a lawyer to look over anything written down first. Unsurprisingly, several of them suddenly needed to make a phone call. The rest assured her that it would've been above board, but they were gone when she turned around. Funny how they didn't want to talk to someone who knew enough to call them out on their shady tricks.

Then, two men with lanyards found her, one holding a clipboard and the other holding a box full of [i]stuff.[/i] When she was alone, she opened it up and… It was like the entire sphere of queers and shades of gays had all been distilled down into a box. Leah wasn’t really sure what to do with most of it. But she picked out a bracelet that [i]somehow[/i] fit her huge wrists. It was made of plastic beads in alternating colors that made up a bisexual flag. And, interestingly enough, there was bag of enamel pins. One in particular caught her attention; A three color flag with blue, pink and dark purple with a white triangle on one side. In the white triangle was a yellow heart, pointed sideways.

It was a polyamory flag. She sat the box on the floor, dug out a conveniently Leah-sized jacket with a Margaret Carter Institute logo on the back. She stuck the pin to the front and threw it on, then decided that she'd be wearing this thing every day. She left alongside everyone else, after Vision had performed some Jedi mind tricks to get Excelsior away from the rest of the nightmare that was corporate functions.

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The rock-shaping giant felt a bit small walking into the Court of Two Sisters. The place looked awfully pretty, natural and calm. This whole city felt like it was just one big fairytale from what she’d seen of it so far, it was nice. Nice in ways that made Leah stop talking and just chill out. She was led out back to the reserved area, and momentarily forgot why she even came. The smell of food was damn near intoxicating.

Looking around, she didn’t see any of her team yet. She must have gotten there early. Leah got to a table, and ordered some crawfish and crab cakes with black coffee. Leah heard someone calling someone hot. She craned her head around and… Oh. Her table was right across from America, Cassie, and Patriot. Leah suddenly remembered why she’d come here and felt nowhere near as confident about it as an hour ago.

[color=ffcb00]”Um- Hi… You three. Heard Andy snapped your leg.”[/color] Great start, Jordan. Masterful. [color=ffcb00]”You seem to be walking it off okay, now.”[/color]

[color=ffcb00][i]Get it? Because it’s your leg and- Yeah. That was dumb.[/i][/color]

[color=ffcb00]”Sorry for being awful, in the fight.”[/color]