Okay, here are the personalized notes:

the real Violet Parr—your continual support means a lot to me. Thank you very much!

Marco2050—I'm always grateful for your encouragement. )

Trugeta—yep, I would agree that Edna has some serious issues. Thanks for the support!

KungPowKitty—thanks for all of your reviews and compliments! And please update your story; I really want to see what happens next!

Star AJT 84—I'm not quite sure what the point of that review was, but thanks anyway.

fanficfreak—thanks for the enthusiasm, and for the chapter title suggestion! Oh, and by the way, since your name has three "f"s in it, you should be "F-cubed", not "F-squared".

Maculata—thank you so much for the encouragement and for the name you gave Aisling! In return, I'm going to attempt to name Abby for you. Since, when thinking of her power, the only definitive phrase that comes to mind is "clear goop", why not call her Aspiclear, or something similar? Aspic is a sort of transparent gelatin, you see. Let me know if that works for you!

Oh, and for all of you who couldn't find the reason that Edna went berserk over the drawing, allow me to highlight a phrase for you: "Joaquin. . .continued to swish his pencil across the page, darkening the curves on the figure's cape." See? It's clearly there!

Once she was back in her private rooms, sipping some green tea, Edna took a much closer look at the piece of paper that she had snatched off of Joaquin's desk. As she gazed at it, one thing became clear to her: Joaquin did have talents, even if they didn't correspond with the ones that Miss Interpretation and Mr. Dicker had insisted that he had. It had been obvious from their first day together that he didn't have any kind of otherworldly intuition, but now it was plain that he had good instincts when it came to drawing super-suits, minus one detail, of course. Edna picked up a big eraser from the table beside her and gently began to rub away the lines of the cape. After the last traces of the cape were gone and she had brushed away the eraser debris, she examined the drawing again and nodded slowly to herself. Yes, indeed, Joaquin had proved to be useful after all. She grinned to herself, very cat-like, and made her way to her laboratory to start work on the suit right away. She simply knew that Gigadash would love it.

Meanwhile, Aisling, fully decked out as Flexibend, was sitting next to Mom, as Wave Lady, in an antechamber at a news station, waiting to be interviewed for the first time. She pulled at the fingers of her gloves nervously, and tried to distract herself by examining the array of magazines that were on the coffee table in front of her. All of them seemed to feature superheroes, which, for some inexplicable reason, made her feel more nervous. She picked one up at random. It had a picture of the Incredibles on the cover; Ultraviolet, Mr. Incredible, Elastigirl, and Gigadash neatly lined up, and in large white letters at the bottom, the words "Defending the Capitol". She was about to open it and find out just what it was the team had done recently when a man in a spiffy black suit poked his head into the room and announced,

"Hey, we're ready for you."

Aisling drew herself up slowly, feeling as though her legs were made of wood. She walked rather shakily to the door, then turned back to get a reassuring look from Mom. She got it. Mom smiled and asked,

"Remember what you're going to say?"

Aisling nodded.

"Go on—you'll do fine!"

Aisling gulped, and turned to follow the man in the suit. She felt her hands begin to sweat inside her gloves. As she was ushered to her seat in front of the camera, she said to herself: It's going to be okay, you know what they're going to ask you, and you prepared your answers, and even if you mess up, Mom and Joaquin and Vasilisa and Patrick and Bell-Bell won't care. . . right?

Okay, I have some news for my faithful readers. Even though you all seem to be enjoying the story, I'm going to discontinue it.

But why, you ask, would I discontinue this story when I haven't gotten a single bit of negative feedback regarding it? The answer is that although the story seemed to please everyone who read it (or reviewed it, anyway), it wasn't going in the direction that I wanted it to go. For example, for the sake of the flow, I felt that I had to forfeit certain scenes that I had really been looking forward to putting in, such as the scene where the police search Aisling's bag and find some rather unusual things, the scene where the older Violet and Dash are introduced to the readers at an NSA picnic, and the scene in which the mysterious scarred man sings Simon and Garfunkel songs to himself while staring out a grimy window and having flashbacks. Also, the fact the story was so impossibly unrealistic became a bit off-putting for me after a while. And, well, I didn't feel that I was doing the standing characters any justice.

Well, anyway, as you all probably know, this was my first attempt at fanfiction. Since it seems to me that first-time writers often can't finish their stories, I don't feel that awkward. But, in any case, I'll stick around and keep reading peoples' stories, and I have some more ideas in store, so I should be back!