Demoing a Tinkertech Auto-Dressing Teleportation Device

“You’ve been briefed on how it works, yes?” Shuffle, Revel’s official ‘second in command’ at the Chicago Protectorate branch asked.

“Yeah, I read through the package.” Taylor Hebert confirmed as she fiddled with the several new devices in her room, clad in nothing but her mask with its jawpiece removed. “It’s not that hard to get down, really - it teleports us, and our costumes, to the same spot. Dressed and prepped at the press of a button. Saves time, hopefully saves lives.”

She ignored Shuffle’s chuckling coming from her mask’s earpiece as she strapped the devices into place. Small, nearly undetectable bands around each wrist and ankle, a slightly-uncomfortable choker around her neck, and a slim belt around her barely curved hips. A bit of adjustment, saw the bands click into place before they all turned flesh toned, nearly indistinguishable from her actual body if she didn’t already know they were there.

“Right, sounds like you’ve got it down. The hope is that all Protectorate - and some Wards - will get something like this so they can be called in fast during emergencies. No need to suit up, or get back to base, just a quick brief and quicker rollout.”

Taylor agreed with the idea, but the specifics of it, and the unreliability of tinkertech at the worst of times… well, she was just her to show off, and she couldn’t really say no when asked since she was on probation.

“Now, again, this is just a bit of a demo - the tech isn’t quite guaranteed to get through all the red tape, so I guess someone went to the Image department, and the media, so now they want a fancy red-carpet rollout. Some big award show or ceremony or whatever. Big old school T.V. stuff.” Shuffle’s continued voice left her flushing in embarrassment at her nudity, despite not actually being in the same room, and she self-consciously hid her body from no-one.

“Sounds like a recipe for disaster.”

“Naw, it shouldn't be a big deal.” He brushed off her concerns. “They really want to look good here, so they’ve been checking the tech like 50 times a day. Measurements, costumes, coordinates… they’re not leaving anything up to chance, so they’ve cut down on the amount of options these things can supposedly run.”

“They hope that they can get rid of the bands in the future, too.” He continued. “They say an implant or something would be better, though I’m not sure how comfortable I’d be with tinkertech stuffed under my skin.”

“Mhm.” Taylor hummed, unconvinced. “Well, it’s not like I can say no. I’ll stick with the bands, though. Who else is coming, anyways?”

“Well, I could tell you… or I could keep it a secret.” Shuffle teased, a smile evident in his voice. “Make it a challenge - keep your cool, strike a pose, and don’t react to whoever you get sent with. For the camera’s, of course. But hey, if you’re lucky, and if they really want to show off, you’ll get to see some old timer flash through a bunch of their old costumes,

Taylor just rolled her eyes. “Sure, not like I haven’t gone on missions with half the Protectorate at this point. Jerk.”

A few more minutes of checking comms, ensuring the tech was properly calibrated and adjusted, and making sure everything was ready saw Taylor standing in the middle of her room, arms at her sides - she was never one for hero-posing, so a relaxed stance suited her just fine - and awaiting the teleport.

“Eyes up, Butterfly,” She suppressed a frown at the unassuming nickname some of her colleagues had saddled her with. “Prepare to get ported out in T minus 10, 9, 8…”

Here we go.

“..3, 2, 1, and we have-”

A blink, and any would-be watchers would have missed Taylor’s nude form flickering brightly for half an instant before disappearing with a muted thump, teleported across the country with several other popular or well known heroes, along with their costumes, towards a high-profile live celebration.

Little did Taylor know, but her arrival would be anything but smooth, as through mistake, sabotage, error, or sheer dumb luck something would be leaving her less than happy with this tech.

Her diligently watching audience might very much disagree, however, as they watched the polarizing "hero" Weaver appear alongside other heroes:

• Completely in the nude and with nowhere to hide

• With her old villain costume on, too small and beginning to fray and tear

• Wearing the costume of a 12 year old Vista, bodysuit digging into uncomfortable places and skirt riding high on her hips

• Wearing a ‘sexy halloween’ version of her costume; a form hugging bikini-style onepiece with a deep cleavage and high hips, stockings, and stiletto heels

• Squeezed into child-sized fairy dress with butterfly wings, a small butterfly themed diaper tightly squeezing her hips, with her hair put up in high twin pigtails

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