"Alright. Bye." Jen said, watching as Pain walked off. There were few conduits left in the bar, most having left to go to the MoNH. "I guess I should go there too, right?"
Jen slowly stood up, pushing the chair out from under her. She walked over to the sliding glass doors and pushed them open. Technically, conduits weren't really supposed to go out in the public when they were under influence. But why should she care? The police in NYC were crap anyway. A couple sand blasts, a couple dust rockets, they were sent scattering. But she didn't suppose that she really needed something on her record. That could lead to some trouble.
Jen stumbled across the rooftops, her sand form swirled around distractedly, slowly moving. She could never keep up the sand form while she was drunk for too long. She would turn, swirl around to another rooftop, then turn back to a human, stumble around, and turn again. It was a never ending cycle that would keep going on and on until she arrived at the National History museum. After several minutes of changing, she finally arrived at the museum.
"I'd like one ticket, please." She said, throwing down some money on the counter. The museum curator stared at her. "Ma'am, are you under influence? Because I'm afraid we can't let drunks into the museum. There are children here." Jen stared at him, a wide grin forming. "Or what?" She asked, raising her fist. Sand swirled around it, the beginning of a dust rocket. Usually, sober Jen liked to stay incognito. Unfortunately, drunk Jen loved using her powers.
"Or this, ma'am." The curator said. Several long, sharp shards of wood flew from the wall. They swirled around his fist. Long, deadly stakes of wood. Behind him, several more burlier conduits stepped up, the museum guards. "Well, uh, no need to be hasty. I'm perfectly fine." She said, her grin fading. "I'm not drunk, I assure you." The curator stared at her for a long time. "Don't break anything." He said coldly, handing Jen a ticket.
Jen stumbled across the museum for a couple of minutes, gaining a couple of strange looks from the other conduits and people in the museum. She passed several fossils, which she nearly wrecked if it weren't for the museum guard conduits. Eventually, Jen found what she thought she was looking for. It was a wide wing of the museum dedicated to conduits. "Here we go." Jen said, looking up at the sign. She walked in.
"Huh." Jen said. "I think this is it." On the a large, stone pedestal was a metal device. Long, snaking wires were wrapped around it. It had two large, metal prongs, occasionally spitting out electric sparks. Cole's original amp. That was probably it. It was on tour around museums around America, and it looked like it had just hit the MoHN. The small portion of her brain that was still sober knew that it ran on a Blast Shard, a piece of Earth that had been radiated by the Ray Sphere.