Owner	Pose
Felicia Hardy	This was coming for some time. This is a very risky emotional play, but it's something that's been difficult to hide, and even more difficult to attempt to pull off. Felicia had to bribe so many people. She had to promise favors to nearly countless people. It was four, but she is going into an emotional debt that she fears she may never recover to pull this off.     When you have a secret identity, keeping it secret is key and important, and yet, when your 'costume' starts dating another costume, things become... messy. Quick.     Felicia thinks she learned about Karen's first name and from there, she had to be stealthy to the best of her abilities to keep Karen from finding out she knew. Hard when your girlfriend is able to hear things through the emptiness of space. So the rumors go.     There's a knock on Karen's office door with a delivery man, sent carefully up to the office direct with a huge, showey, enormous and obviously HEAVY cake. It's white frosting with a specific shade of light blue, but if you weren't in the know, it seems a simple enough cake frosting color. The cake is on a cart, and there are sprinklers and candles on the thing, but obviously they're not ment to be count, they're simply there to be fun and showey.     "Are you Miss Starr?" The cake deliverer asks as he steps away from the monster cake and makes sure he's in the correct office.
Karen Starr	Honestly, this is a massive risk. After all, Karen Starr and Power Girl have... Very little in common. It's easy to think even after hearing her name that Felicia's paramour is not Karen Starr. Specifically because... Well...     Karen Starr has that imposing height, but none of the shapeliness of Power Girl. Her hair is long, has a somewhat ill-kept, greasy shine to it, and is a different shade of blonde. She's... Well, /bigger/, but only around the middle. All this to say, Karen Starr is a zaftig, almost stereotypicaly nerdy woman whose height seems to be matched by her excess. She has no fashion sense, apparently, either: Clad in a pantsuit, which is loose enough on her person to hide just how bulky her arms and legs are- or should be, with her weight- the most offending thing about it is the color... An absolutely horrible salmon pink.     Offensive to the eyes, apparently, seems to be the theme.     Most of her office is bland and drab, typical affair, though there are the odd personal touches here and there, but something seems to be off about it- as if everything is wood paneling rather than raw wood, except her desk. That's mahogany.     When the cake is wheeled in, Karen raises a brow. "Yep! That's me!" Her voice is higher pitched, and more perky and chipper than it ought to be.     "Didn't order a cake, though. Eh, who cares? Cake!"     Whoever Karen Starr is, they act, and look, nothing like Power Girl. Her coke bottle glasses skim over the paperwork, and she signs for it. When the delivery girl leaves, Karen looks the cake over.     "Well. Guess I'll get the secretary to start portioning."
Felicia Hardy	Many would expect Felicia to be hiding in the cake. But the rumors that Power Girl can see through walls, also persist, and as such, Felicia chose to simply use the cake as a decoy!     Entering the door just as the delivery woman was leaving, Felicia, with a blonde wig on, carefully worn to conceal her white hair tucked and folded beneath, the socialite wears a long pale knit jacket that ends behind her knees over a bright orange tube top. Or what looks like one because of the jacket she wears, but it's simply a deep cut neckline on her shirt. "Karen!" Felicia says, entering the room and drawing the woman's attention with her voice. "Happy birthday." She says, aware she might be confused as NOT Black Cat, but expecting Karen to catch on, or play along and give her a scolding later. Either way, Felicia is taking a huge risk and is playing into it as best as she can.
Karen Starr	Power Girl is a Kryptonian, but Karen Starr is supposed to be human. The meteoric rise of Starrware, its incredible technological accomplishments notwithstanding. When another person slips into her office, Power Girl is aware of it- but Karen Starr isn't allowed to be. The feigned surprise when she turns to see the other woman seems pretty genuine.     Karen's gasping expression lasts until the door closes, and the sanctity of the office restored. Then, her expression shifts to something much more in tune with Power Girl. "Really? In my office? With a giant cake?"
Felicia Hardy	The door close, and the attitude shift is a bit jarring for Felicia, but not surprising as she steps up to the side of the cake and smiles as she reaches out with a finger to scoop up a bit of frosting onto the tip of her finger. A moment is taken to consider what she should say, and then the finger is between her ruby painted lips and she tastes her gamble for herself. "Really."     Felicia responds further, stepping closer to Karen and giving her a slow and meaningful once over before she raises her eyebrow and thumbs over her shoulder to the contraption, "I could have popped out of it, but I guessed you wouldn't have been happy about that."
Karen Starr	Karen raises a brow. She doesn't look enthused, for the moment, and her arms fold as they are wont to do. At least with the compression bra on, she doesn't instill any confidence issues, but even behind those glasses it's still a penetrating stare.     "How long have you been planning this? I don't remember printing a birth date in any interviews." She sighs. "Going to have to get that information off of the web somehow."     Unfurling her arms and pinching at the bridge of her nose after removing her glasses, she returns her attention to Felicia.     "Well, I'm surprised."
Felicia Hardy	"Not super long." Felicia says, lifting a hand to brush her false blonde hair away from her eyes and behind her ear. The woman feeling and acting a bit more confident, like she tends to when she's around anyone BUT Power Girl. But, her assumptions and research all but confirmed, Felicia blushes softly and smiles at Karen's admission of surprise.     Lowering her arms, but spreading them, inviting Karen in to embrace, over her own shoulders as she assumes the taller woman would prefer to be, Felicia realizes she had been holding in her breath, but doesn't quite feel safe enough to allow the air out just yet. "Happy Birthday." She says softly, with care and love in her tone. And a softness that only comes knowing Scott isn't around to drop a piece of dung in the cake. Literally and figuratively.
Karen Starr	"Just a day or two, I suppose?" she states, making her way forward and embracing Felicia as the other woman invites, giving the Black Cat a somewhat firm- but not incredible- squeeze. "You do anything like this again and I'm not sure what body of water you'll land in."     Having threatened that, she heads back to her desk. She sits herself down into her chair, her fingers steepling as she brings her hands together. "I'm not going to look, but Scott's not in that cake, is he? Please tell me he's not in that cake."     A pause.     "I need to hear the words."