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[B][Color=00ffff]Location: [/color][/b]Margaret Carter Institute --> The Kingston-Gray estate
[B][Color=00ffff]Outfit: [/color][/b]ASTRA Armor
[B][Color=00ffff]Skills/Powers/Equipment: [/color][/b]N/A[/center][hr]The date of the contest was approaching rapidly and everyone else seemed to be more and more consumed by it. Victoria almost hoped that the teachers would slap some extra tests and/or homework on the students not participating if only to make the population shut up about it.

Herself, she was conflicted about going. Of course, she had things she considered important to do there. She could not wait to talk with Agatha, cryptic as she might be. There was apparently an organization that lined up her life, and she wanted to know about her most recently discovered overlords, for sure!

But there was also the issue of her mother likely showing up, not to mention the, to her, out of the blue invitation to stay at Dorian's house. Sure, they were friendly, although Vicky didn't think they were on sleepover terms. Not that she minded, but it did make her consider some things.

More immediately pressing decision needed to be made though. Did she bring her armor with her? Sure, she wasn't in the contest, but what were the odds she would stay out of trouble given what she was about to delve into? For once, she listened to the Ultron inside her and opted to be prepared.

When the day arrived, she joined the others at the place of departure, her helmet hanging on the clip at the armor's waist. To her dismay, a portal then opened, and they needed to go through. She approached it carefully, as she gained a healty amount of [s]fear[/s] respect from magic that folded space. When she didn't immediately start glitching out, she braved it and stepped through, and immediately regretted it. [I][color=00ffff]Ah! What the hell? How are robotic fingers getting [b]tingly[/b]?![/color][/i] she cursed inwardly, shaking her hands as if that would somehow make the spellwork exit her code. Then she looked up and saw her surroundings.

This was what she imagined an acid trip to feel like. [Color=00ffff][i]Pain. I finally discovered what pain is like, Dr. Whitehall.[/i][/color] she thought. Restarting her optical driver didn't help whatsoever. The reality of this place was out of whack. The worst part of it was the house itself. Her eyes could see the telltale signs of heavy spatial distortion magic. It was making her head swim. This would be a... problem.

One that would have to wait for a little while as understandably, the group dissolved into mushy family reunions. The sight made her smile despite the fact that she was presently located in a psychedelic hellscape. It also stung a little. Victoria wasn't going to lie to herself, she envied them.

Her train of thoughts was derailed though as Mr. Gray called out to her. [Color=00ffff][i]Omg. I didn't even say anything yet to put a foot in my mouth. What's going on? They're not robot-averse, are they? Dorian I swear if you didn't clear up my being here with your parents I am going to- Right, respond first.[/i][/color] She walked closer, feeling her steps grow heavier and clumsier the closer she got to the estate. [Color=00ffff]"Good afternoon mr. Gray. Thank you for having me over. What is the matter?"[/color] she asked, hoping her vocalization still worked without issues.