...very unseasonable rains can be seen in the distance from the shores of Acapulco.
The Brockton Bay Protectorate starts organizing volunteers to be transported or teletransported in batches to it. Heroes, rogues, villains, anyone's assistance is appreciated. A rendez-vous point is set for non-Protectorate capes wishing to volunteer, and Protectorate capes are informed of the situation via communication devices.
"They are, but I don't know if that's a membership requirement per se, they might have just not gotten anyone wanting to join them who wasn't related, yet. They'd fit your color scheme too."
"Yeah, that's actually not a bad idea. And I mean, they've got some cool powers, being seen with them won't hurt."
"...though taking an E88 cape down would probably be like instant-fame, at least around Brockton Bay."
"And being dead if I don't. I don't expect most of them even know what nonbinarity is, but given their position on gay people they probably would have a problem with me as well."
"You're a cape, it can just as easily come off as an identity protection measure."
"My costume and Dad's are both concealing enough that E88 doesn't know if they should hate us or not, so that's fun."
"Though, I mean, I suppose some capes are invulnerable enough that they do it for the sexy. Which I don't complain about." Pause. "Or just clueless enough that they think it makes sense or should be used or something, in which case, well, no skin off my nose."
"I can't actually think of anyone who uses the design off the top of my head."
"Well, better them than someone I'd stop to wince about if they got their sternum broken."
"That's not Branding's job. Branding would probably love the authority to put somebody in a costume like that. But no, it's definitely not Protectorate-compatible."
"There is one invested in how you look and one making sure you don't have major practical liabilities like boobplate."