A. hallelujah it's raining Gwen

[ As Gwen plummets from the Excelsior skies, she gets a certain song stuck in her head. It's a real tapper, and appropriate for the situation, she thinks. "Mama mia, here I go again," falling from the sky in a strange new world. As she pulls herself out of her crater, she tugs her cowl off, wringing out the rain soaked fabric and shaking free her blonde locks. Time to get a good look around and figure out where she's ended up this time. Same universe? New universe? She pauses, looking around for the edge of the panel and not finding it. ]

Hmm, nope. Not back in a comic book.

[ What? ]

B. cryptocurrency

[ New powers! That's been there, done that for Gwen. She'd even gotten used to some of her new-new powers during the last Confluence in Little Love! So when wannabe villains start looting stores, she draws her gun, shouts a quick, ] Gimme a net! [ and then fires. Indeed, just as she said, a net shoots forth from her gun and tangles up the villain who's trying to run from her, who then trips and falls onto the ground.

Gwen, looking pretty pleased, steps over to grab the purse the thief had stolen and return it to the little old lady they took it from. ]

Here you go, ma'am.

[ The retiree is so grateful that she insists on giving Gwen a reward, which hey! Gwen's not about to turn away free money. The lady reaches into her purse and hands Gwen a twenty dollar bill, which Gwen thanks her for and then goes to stick in the pockets that definitely weren't in her costume before she landed here in Excelsior, but that she's super grateful for now. Leg pouches are useful and all, but sometimes you just want pockets!

Except, as soon as Gwen shove the twenty dollar bill into her pocket, it immediately spits out... a tenner and two pennies. ]

What the %$#@? [ Did she somehow just bleep herself? How did she do that? ] How the heck did my pocket make change?!

C. dia-don't you dare

1. [ Back at the hotel, Gwen gladly accepts the phone and credit card, changes into more casual clothes, and decides to hang out in the lobby while she sets herself up on all this world's social media and gig-economy-for-heroes sites. Don't mind the small four-legged great white shark who's sitting by her feet, his big goofy tongue panting as he happily watches the hustle and bustle of people go by. Gwen is trying to get him to pose for pictures, but he's a little too easily distracted. ]
   
   C'mon, Jeffie, you're killing me. How are you going to become an instagram star if you don't know your angles?
   
   

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2. (open to one roommate only)
   
   [ By the time you get back to your room, Gwen's already made herself at home, claiming the bed nearest the window. Or rather, it's more accurate to say that Jeff is the one who's made himself at home, rolling around on Gwen's bed until he's formed himself a neat little nest of blankets and pillows. He's a shark who knows what he likes, and what he likes is getting comfy.
   
   When her new roommate walks in, Gwen's on the hotel phone, ordering room service. ]
   
   Yes, two steaks please. One medium-well, and one extra rare. I mean still bleeding, if possible.
   
   [ She looks up at the person who just walked in, placing a hand over the receiver. ]
   
   Hey, I'm ordering dinner. Do you want anything? My treat!
   
   [ She isn't normally the type to offer to pay, but she's feeling extra generous today. Probably because she was just given a credit card with no limit. ]

X. cards gone wild

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