Re: log: flash/felicity mission
In Felicity's experience? Guys didn't notice when you superimposed perfect over awful and gave them the mix. But then, most of the guys she'd hung around hadn't stuck around through the awful to take a good look. Flash didn't say a word about her little moment and for that the cat-burglar was grateful.
The noise was distant now, drifting over space and confidence spread wings into the space vacated by fear. A teleporter. Felicity was short on reference points that would tell her what a teleporter looked like but if she fell across something in this place she was beginning to rest significant amounts of trust on it being the right thing to find.
The decor got worse the further they padded in. The mirror fetish was gross, and when Reaper said as much, Felicity's laugh was soft as breath. "Don't ask, babe. It's usually kinky. Whenever it's unexplainable? It's kinky." She peeled off as he studied the crystal-prison and began checking doors.
And what would you know? Open door number three, and a glowing-vortex-y looking thing that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end with eery discomfort. Felicity had no intention of going inside that room, the morphous mass of gas and light roiling around like a bad case of intergalactic indigestion but she cleared her throat.
"So. Give me a pointer on what I'm looking at. Other than 'oogedy boodegy, giving me a serious case of the creeps'."