Report #009 - Cue up your Lita Ford...

[pluckyreporter]

[A bag hits the floor, contents spill. The communicator is among them, and now? It's on, getting an awkward view of a bedroom that still isn't entirely unpacked. There are legs not far from them, in a sensible set of blue heels which are swiftly kicked off, before the legs step out of view. There's a brief moment, the rustling of cloth, and then blue. Nothing but blue. Yeah, someone took their dress off; thankfully, anything close to a strip tease was blocked by the dress itself, so the show becomes nonexistent now.]

[A moment later, there it's plucked up, but Roxanne -- now visible, if strangely angled, is fully dressed. NC-17 rating now avoided, she scoops up her bag and brings her communicator up, before she realizes it's on.]

Well, looks like I'm telling the City that I'm back before I originally intended. How about that, huh? Last I knew it was Thanksgiving here and everything was going straight to hell. Then I was home for a few months. But I know I didn't die, because I can still feel the emotions of the human herd teeming in the city around me. So I still have my powers...

I wonder what that was about then. A little vacation. Off to see the boyfriend, work things out, and then yank me back? Lachesis, you are one vicious bitch...

Guess I should repay the favor.

[The communicator clicks off without so much as a prelude.]