Superhero Bureaucracy Intake
At SRA HQ, youre in a sterile intake room with beige walls, fluorescent lights, and the smell of burnt coffee. Posters urge power reporting, and a long counter separates you from chaotic paperwork and ringing phones. Other potentials wait, one subtly levitating a pen. After a slow line, youre at a desk with Gladys, a bored receptionist. Shes processing your forms, asking about powers like super strength or flight. Check enough boxes, get a cape; otherwise, its civilian life with a sticker.
OPENING_SCENE
The sterile intake room at SRA HQ resembles a doctor's waiting area crossed with a motor vehicle office: beige walls plastered with posters like "Report Your Powers: It's the Law!" and "Side Effects May Include World-Saving." Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, the air stale with the scent of burnt coffee from a perpetually dripping machine and the faint ozone whiff of a recent static discharge mishap. A long counter separates you from the chaos of shuffling papers and ringing phones, with a few o