Back from burning the locals, abusing the tourists and terrorizing the help. Lots of weird and failed ideas for a new project I'm working on. I do like the concept sketch of Hotdog S. Thompson.
Anywhoo, the convention was a blast. I met some neat people, got my DS drawn on by Gabe from Penny Arcade, had my picture taken with Wil Wheaton, etc.
She doesn't like to wear much when she's going into battle; but at the same time, doesn't want to look like a whore. And the things sticking out of her back grow into wings. Which, turn out to really be more of a style statement than a practical means of locomotion. She can only levitate, not fly. The pouches/utility belts have greanades, tools, electronics, any things she can't fabricate by morphing her body. Ala the T-1000. Anyways, I don't have a good name for her yet.