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  1. "Damned or not" said Supercape, furrowing his brow in concentration "if its radiowaves, I can pick them up. And follow them right back to their source. Even trace their, errr, shadow..." he mumbled as a way of handwaving what was, to him, complicated quantum entanglement theories. He could already sense the pattern and track it. "As for what to do with our friend here, I would suggest either a sweet slumber or bringing him with us. Preferably, I might add, the former. The poor man has probably had quite enough excitement for one day..."
  2. Can we say one hour has passed and consumate recovery rolls for all involved!
  3. GM "What?" spluttered the Jailor. "You don't want to hear my singing?" he said, split between indignation and disbelief. "I'm just trying to make this eternal incarceration and gloating by our glorious queen a little more palatable, you know. I'm sticking my neck out for you... if the Queen heard that I was mitigating your unending misery with some song, she would be most displeased. Hmph. Well, suit yourself, madam. And enjoy your infinite stay!" Shaking his head, he strolled off, muttering to himself, and starting up a song as he wandered up the stairs, only dimly heard and fading away... "New prisoner, New prisoner, merry welcome to her... Not worth a spit, She thinks she's a wit... The truth is, the truth is, she's right in the... Meanwhile... The connection to Haley was true. The brave raccoon had recovered, and fled as the battered Queen executed her revenge on the defiant Equinox. The last sight of her was examining her new prize, Equinox's wand!
  4. GM "Very impressive" said M with a smirk "a perfect match. Apart from your class of course. That, dear madam" he said, holding a cup of tea elegantly to his lips and drinking it in an equally refined manner, "comes with breeding, and is inimitable!" A bit later... "Tally ho! Chocks away!" Sgt. McSaunders was a man with a magnificent moustache, a cheerful attitude, and some spiffy goggles. The experienced soldier - a member of the SZS* no less - he was also the pilot of the huge Zepplin that ascended slowly carrying the three heroes across the Atlantic. It's descent may have been slow, but its speed was impressive. Very Impressive. It was hard to understand how such a steam powered balloon could reach such velocities. The laws of physics on Earth Victoriana seemed slightly...bent. McSaunders gave the three heroes a salute as they plowed over Ireland and across the ocean. "Good to have you onboard, chaps!" he roared. "Wind's in our favour, all systems tickety boo. Should reach Texas in 16 hours. So get some sleep, and there are some hampers for you down back, with lashing's of ginger beer!" he laughed. "Flying this thing is a piece of cake really. Some spiffy difference engines, calculate windspeed, compass readings, all of that, keep us level. A bit like an automatic pilot, one might say, ho ho. Anyways, feel free to settle down, eat, sleep. Game of cards if you fancy!" The Zepplin plowed on, crossing the deep blue sea in a remarkably smooth ride.
  5. GM Station '66 was perfect for the homeless. It was completely run down, disused, and abandoned, but just in good enough repair to keep the cold wind out. Several tracks ran into and out of the large station, which had been boarded up but still had enough holes to squeeze through, and a few doors that looked poorly secured. It was made up of a mixture of corregated iron, concrete, wooden pannels, and large glass windows, most of which where smashed to a greater or lesser extent. Still, it kept the rain out. Mostly. There was nobody in site, at least outside, but then, it was the early afternoon and the sun still warmed the earth - the sky was clear and the temperature mild for this time of year.
  6. GM "By Hoover! She did it! She actually did it!" spluttered the Suit, who was half expecting the whole thing to go south on him. "Zoom in! Get it all! This should satisfy that loony!" he said excitedly, watching the show unfold in front of him. He rushed up to Carrie. "Go Silhouette!" he said with a smile on his face "Damn, did you see that? she kicks ass! Damn, I wish I could get her autograph, that would sure be one to show to the Grandchildren, huh?" The man actually seemed excited. "We got a whole chip full of photo's, videos, the lot! that was perfect. Hey, I don't know how you pulled that off, but you are one lucky gal to have those kind of strings to pull, honey!" He took another look at the footage. "Yessir, that's more than enough. Got both of you in the shoot, clean and good. Ma'am, sorry to have inconvenienced you, but rest assured that our client will be off your back now!" he smiled, and shook her hand politely. Clutching his prized shots, the four men walked back to their car.
  7. Synth felt for the poor woman. But, unfortunately, she hadn't been looking in that direction. "I'm sorry" she replied. "I can't say, I..well, I was not looking that way.." her voice was soft an apologetic. "But what you say is certainly plausible. Somebody mimicking your appearance that is. I know that." On that matter Synth was quite certain. She could do it herself.
  8. GM By the time the butcher had wrapped up some (what looked like well prepared and good quality) sheeps offal, the flies had become a swarm and the customers in the queue had departed. "What the devil is this?" shouted the butcher, handing Marceau the meat. "Claude! Phone the public works! this is outrageous!!!" he yelled. "Putro, putredo Gallu adventum!"* roared the old lady behind him in a horrible, deep and rasping voice, her body contorting and oblivious to the world. She opened her mouth wide, her jaw dislocating from her skull and hanging loosely. A horrible buzzing heralded the onslaught of flies...flies!!! everywhere!!! pouring from her mouth!!! *Translation
  9. Another plauge! This is a Reflex save DC 20 Then, Fort Save DC 20 (or 15 if you make the roll) to avoid being sickened The flies are crawling everywhere - your face, nostrils, into your mouth etc.
  10. Just an inquiry, could Supercape use tracking superpower here?
  11. GM "Damn flies!" cursed the Butcher "where the devil have they come from, ruin my business!" he cursed. Indeed, there were more of them now, flying around the shop. "I do apologise Sir!" he said as diplomatically as possible to Marceau "rest assured that we at La viande des Dieux* take hygiene most seriously. We have the finest meats in Paris, nay, France! We do however appear to be beset by the damn thing's today...must be the cold air outside..." he added, unconvincingly.. "In any case" he continued, slapping down to meaty hands and trapping two more flies. "What can I get you?" *The Meat of the Gods
  12. I'm struggling to think of anything that you could use in an appartment building with no water... thoughts?
  13. GM "I just want to be Nora again..." said Nora, her voiced etched with sadness. "I was nothing special, just a poor girl, living off the streets when times was 'ard. I weren't too bright, I weren't too strong. My mam', she died, giving birth to me, and My daddy, well he wasn't so much of a daddy at all. 'All I could say for myself was that I got good and just plain 'survivin, any which way I could. And some of those ways, those ways weren't going down to well with decent folk. But Nora, well, Nora didn't much mind any how, as long as she got to surviving. Guess it go so much of a fight to survive, I didn't give much thought to whether I should be surviving. And I was hungry, and I was cold..." "You folks today, you would never know..." she said, with an Iron meanness to her voice. "So, I want to be just old Nora again, don't know what I would do, but I'll do what I got to..."
  14. Streetwise skill, untrained, (DC 10) to recognise that the woman is probably a "woman of the night" (keep it polite in the thread!).
  15. GM "Help....help!" came a faint voice, a woman's voice. It was from room 309, the door was ajar, but already aflame. The smoke and heat were really unbearable here. Looking in, Omen could see a woman, wrapped up in a dressing gown, hand over her mouth, coughing. She looked injured, and was crawling along the floor. It was hard to see in the smoke, but it looked like her left leg was broken, perhaps badly. The room itself was ablaze in several areas, and part of the ceiling had collapsed, on fire. It was surely that collapse that had injured the young woman. She looked Spanish, or thereabouts, with a dark olive complexion and a heavily made up face, now awash with tears from the smoke and fear. "Help me...my leg..." she whispered, coughing. Unfortunately, some collapsed ceiling had blocked off the door, and was quietly ablaze, a wall of flame between the woman and the door...
  16. Dude in a Suit is obviously lying - there is somebody back who is not dead (or at least, he thinks is not dead!)
  17. GM "Ah...I..." stuttered the man, looking over his shoulder at the fumes, smoke and flames behind him. "I...dunno...I think maybe, er, someone, er, I think she is dead, I saw her burn up, it was...horrible..." He looked at Omen again, panic in his eyes. "Look, anyways, we gotta get out of here, this whole building is gonna go! some bomb's went off, you understand? it ain't safe here anymore!" he gulped, and without ran to the stairs. "Come on, dude! Don't waste your time here!" he yelled, to the sound of some more falling ceiling. Indicating that Omen and the Russian should go to the second floor with him.
  18. Synth was dressed almost respectably today: in Jeans, and a hooded sweatshirt. Her hair still looked like she had been dragged through a hedge backwards however, a short scruffy mop. Still, today she was dressed well enough that that synthetic good looks was evident, and she had some attention. She didn't really want it. What she was interested in was McDermott's and the protest group. She had brought some coffee and had just, well, "hung out" with the protest group. She drew the line at singing protest songs however. She doubted she could sing. Well, properly sing. She turned around when the hue and cry went out. With an frightful turn of heel and speed, she launched herself at full pace towards the commotion.
  19. Tagged! Also, spending a move action to configure some PP, and as a free activation activating enhanced STR and CON! PP: Super-coiled muscles and bones: 2 PP Speed and 2 PP Leaping (x5 leaping, Speed now 25mph base).
  20. GM A man, dressed in a suit, came stumbling out of the smoke. He was of a largish build, African American, maybe in his thirties. Looked like a banker, or a city boy. He looked slightly singed but otherwise in fair health, although he was coughing violently. "Get...*hack*...get me out of here!" he said, grabbing Omen by his costume and pleading with him. "We gotta get out of here...now...this whole floor is ablaze...gotta...get out!..." he said, gripped by panic. "Pathetic!" replied the Russian "You risking your the skin for him?" he asked Omen, a trace of his contempt coming back. "Throw him out window, that save him from the burning, eh?" The suited man gave the Russian a fearful but defiant look "Nobodies throwing me out of the window? I got too much to live for! Its every man for himself!"
  21. GM The old woman just stared straight ahead, mumbling to herself. A fly landed on her face, and she paid in not attention. Then another landed on it. Phillipe took his order of pheasant and waved at Marceau "best meats in Paris!" he smiled "you must say hello to uncle Verdoux from me!" he added as he walked out, satisfied. He waved his hand at the air, batting away another fly. "What can I get you, Sir?" said the butcher, slapping his hand on the table and squashing a fly "we have any and all meats known to mankind!" he added, proudly. A slight buzzing could be heard all around.
  22. OK, ill wait at this point for DS42's reponse (or non response)!
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