Editing Brockton Bay Portal (section)

==Description==
The portal is located in [[Downtown]] [[Brockton Bay]] and leads to Earth Gimel. The portal itself is in the shape of a tower with a small area of ground beneath it. It has zero depth or dimension, perceivable only by the edges.<ref name="scrublab">“It’s all part of a whole,” she replied, absently.  Her focus was on the others.  “Scrub!  Get closer to the tower!  Everyone else, get back!  Labyrinth, don’t use your power any more!  Hold off!”<br><br>Heads turned.  People had no doubt noticed the tower, but now something was happening.<br><br>Scrub stepped closer, and one of his explosions ripped through the air.  Another followed shortly after, intersecting one area of altered road.<br><br>Like a gas in the air that had been ignited, the entire thing went up in a heartbeat.  In an instant, it was a white void, as undefinable as Grue’s darkness, perceivable by the edges, but with zero depth or dimension.  He’d shunted out the entire structure, as well as everything that had altered on the ground, but nothing had come back.<br><br>The door had been kicked out of the frame. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/03/12/scourge-19-7/ Excerpt] from [[Scourge 19.7]]</ref>

Around the portal is a solid white, windowless building, which is designed by [[Accord]] and constructed and owned by [[Lisa Wilbourn|Tattletale]]'s organization (later owned by [[Sierra Kiley]]).<ref name=":1" /><ref name=":2">“Property,” I said.  “I expect a great amount of property just changed hands.”<br><br>“Who’s Sierra Kiley?” Miss Militia asked.<br><br>It was all I could do to keep from smiling with joy.  Of all the people to serve as a public face, Tattletale had found Sierra.  Someone I owed, in many ways.  Someone who’d, maybe, followed recent events and rethought her initial doubts.<br><br>“No idea,” I said, maintaining my poker face.<br><br>“I don’t understand,” my dad said.<br><br>“Quite simple,” Mr. Calle told him.  “I believe the PRT has become aware that properties in a wide area around the portal in downtown Brockton Bay, previously under the control of various individuals and groups, just exchanged hands, finding itself in the hands of one singular individual.”<br><br>“And that one individual is in thrall to the villains who control this town,” Tagg said. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/05/09/cell-22-3/ Excerpt] from [[Cell 22.3]]</ref> The tower is taller than the skyscrapers surrounding it, and is surrounded by numerous ramps. The ramps lead into the interior of the tower, curling around the tower in an arrangement reminiscent of flower petals, with each ramp leading into the building at different heights. At the base of the tower is a system of train tracks, extending in every direction. Buildings adjoining the tower serve as administration and defense for the portal.<ref name=":1">Ahead of us, just a block away, the portal.  A white tower in progress, surrounded by three cranes.  A white tent was framed with a rigging of criss-crossing metal poles, and that rigging was being covered in turn by a solid white building, windowless.  We couldn’t make out the base of the building from our vantage point, but I could make out the ramps that led to the interior, like the on-ramps to a highway or the entrance to an aboveground parking garage.  They curved up around the building, a geometrical arrangement like the petals of a flower, and led into the tent at different heights.  There were signs of construction and recent demolition in neighboring lots.  The adjoining buildings would support the main structure: administration and defense.<br><br>It was so ''complete,'' considering that so much about the future of the portal was in question.  Nothing had been confirmed yet, as far as the ownership of the portal.  Accord’s design, Tattletale’s construction, the government’s rules on quarantine.  The government had sent people inside, and Tattletale had followed suit.  It was technically her property, they had no evidence it was anything but the curiosity of an invested businessperson, and they hadn’t complained. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/04/18 Excerpt] from [[Imago 21.4]]</ref><ref name=":0">He could see the white building, not too far away, which was taller than even the skyscrapers immediately around it.  He’d investigated it just a few days ago.  They’d erected a tall white tent, holding it up with a crane, they’d reinforced it with plexiglass panels and iron reinforcement, and now a more solid construction was going up around it.  Slow, painstaking, careful work, filled with redundancies.  The workers would be glad to be free of the hazmat suits in this heat. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/04/04 Excerpt] from [[Interlude 20.x]]</ref><ref name="train" />