- IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

[slightlyoffchilt]

"Hello.

You've reached the direct line of Doctor Frederick Chilton. As I am not available at the moment, you might assume I'm quite busy with something pressing. State your name and business, and I will return your call."

Comments

[boobwindow]

[ His surprise barely fazes her; she has a tendency to shock people with that tidbit and she can't say she blames them. There is something unnerving about a power like that. A little too Big Brother if she were the paranoid, Batman type. ]

It begs the question: is she (he? I don't know) retracing Lounds' steps or is her face just a good disguise for whatever it is they're up to?

I can lurk these places and keep an eye out.

[slightlyoffchilt]

She went all around, hardly a creature of exposed comforts. Freddie was a... Private. Individual. Given how loud her choice of accessories happened to be, I imagine her familiar places would be small and subdued in comparison. [He shrugged, frowning. Profiling sane people wasn't his favorite hobby.] Coffee shops. Park benches.

[boobwindow]

I can move pretty fast.

[ She can hover around these places, but she can zip between other locations and still make out those bouncy red curls anywhere. Whoever this impostor is, they didn't pick someone who blended in that easily. ]

I'll take a look around just to see if they show their... her face. This is so creepy.

[slightlyoffchilt]

This imposter could also intentionally avoid Freddie's usual haunts, in case she -- them? -- isn't seeking attention from the likes of myself, or Will.

[He'd say try x club, but he wouldn't know what variable to fill in the x with.]

I'll be sure to leave the investigation wholly to you.

[Which is such a lie.]

[boobwindow]

I'll let you know if I spy anything.

[ She claps a firm hand down on Chilton's shoulder and moves back toward the window, pushing it open. ]

If you run into them again or find yourself in trouble, seriously: holler.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Ow. Chilton glanced at that hand on his shoulder, somewhat alarmed.]

Yes... Of course. [Difficult not to take that as a threat, despite the fact that Power Girl was quite obviously offering aid and was not, in fact, going to beat him up right now.]

I will do that, Power Girl. Thank you.