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GM The Galloping Ghost was fast enough to head the next carriage off at the pass... But this was odd - something was borked with the whole system. Carriages shouldnt be travelling that close to one another. Somebody, or something, was going very wrong today. The Galloping GHost leapt up to the next carriage and through the walls into the drivers seat. The driver was screaming, and so were the breaks. A shrill, tinny sound that threated to burst eardrums. Sparks were flying off the monorail as malfunctioning brakes tried to squeeze onto the monorail and generate enough friction. They werent working - at least, they werent working well enough. Slowing the carriage down, maybe, but it was still destined for a crash. "Help!" screamed the driver. Out of the dashboard, a face appeared. Not a face of flesh. The metal of the dashboard warped, crumpled, and undulated until it formed a face. "Wheres the fun in that?" laughed the face. "Wheeeeeee! CRASH BANG WALLOP!"

That works fine I think you would probably need an untrained Knowledge (Tech) DC 15 activate the brakes. And there are other problems (as per IC) !

GM "Figure out what to do. That's...ah... yes... right. We should figure out what to do...." said Echohead, wiping the sweat from his brow. His super cool black costume literally kept him cool (thanks to its thermal reverse tremie pipes), but he wasn't sweating from heat. It was nerves, pure and simple. "Its a bit of a ... zombie mob... out there..." Echohead didnt like using the word zombie. But the z-word had reached escape velocity now, and there was no way he could reel it back in. "I think we are probably best barricading you all in here, safely. Then we can get to the source..." He crossed his fingers. Then uncrossed them, realising that he had done it plain view. He turned to predator. "Can we keep them safe? Hidden? Locked? Then we can snip of the head of the beast... whatever that is. That should work, right?" He crossed his fingers again. And once again, it was in plain view.

Multi-Girl Bernadette smirked at Charlie's comment about how she would be the one to complain if he got hit in the face. The redhead then focused back on Vic. "Sure, we can do two different matches, if that’s how you all want ta do things." Suddenly Bernadette’s duplicate had popped into existence next to her. "But o' course I can provide an opponent fer each o' you." The duplicate stated with a grin. The two redhead waited to see Charlie and Vic's reactions.

Rev "Wow, and you didn't invite me?" gasped Rev, metal hands on chest, mouth open in faux-offence. "That sounds like a fun ride. I'm sorry I missed out on it..." she said, with a sad shrug. She grabbed a spanner, and tapped her hand with the other end. A sly look came over her face. "Wait... who won? I presume it wasn't the trickster. But who won? C'mon, Kid! Surely you learned a few tricks from the Revster?" she said with a wink in her eye. She waved lazily over to her own vehicle - a dune buggy with enormous tyres. "Its still waiting for you to take her out, you know? As long as you promise to not obey the highway code!" She gave another wink. "Seriously. You both need your own super-vehicles! What would you call em? The Zipper? The Leviathan? How do they sound? Complete with turbo-encabulators and everything!"

Timeout Lawrence grinned slightly as Rev mentioned the possibility of having to case some supervillain through the streets of Freedom Cit in a car. "Oh, that has already happened Rev, in a manner of speaking. Back toward the end of first semester, we got a visit from an extra-dimensional trickster and ended up driving our way through a real Mario Kart style game." The blond teen then turned to his girlfriend as she asked him about possibly having access to some confiscated mini-sub. "I am not aware of my mom ever mentioning anything like that. But I could at least ask and see if there is something that some other heroes might have turned over to the League for safe keeping."

(GM Post) "We've got about 25 people holed up in here. We're...really not sure what's going on. We know what we need to not do." said the woman, clearly the charge nurse for the hospital from the fact she was still walking around carrying the primary phone. An older woman in her late 50s. "We're okay for now, we've got this floor barricaded, and most of those...well, they're zombies or something, I guess? They're almost all out of the hospital at this point. They started here, but they're spreading out." she said carefully. "I'm glad someone is here to help, or figure out what's going on. I'm really not sure myself, and it's way out of our league, I think." she was talking in concern but was still pretty confident and trying to be in control. "What do you need from us?" She asked. Somewhere in this hospital was the body of the original Dennis Deacon, something the pair needed to get close enough to calibrate their sensors, but they weren't sure where. This woman probably knew. But they were also in danger.

I suppose I'll transform into Galloping Ghost and attempt to get to the next carriage before it crashes, hopefully to pull the emergency brake or something. Relevant stats are Speed 8 and Quickness 5, plus Wall Walking, Water Running, and Permeate while moving.

"This is bad. Where's a Hero when you need one." he cursed as he continued working on keeping the injured in the world of the living. No one else seemed to be coming, at least right now, which meant he was on scene and no one else. So he grit his teeth, frowning as he did so. He called out to his partner. "I need to try and stop that new carriage from crashing! I know it's against regulations but it doesn't look like anyone else is going to be here on time!" he said in a clipped yell. The machine on his wrist beeped as he turned his attention to it. His fingers carefully typed in symbols he didn't understand, flipping through menus he couldn't read, until he got to the one he knew only by rote memorization instead of actual understanding. His fingers hit buttons he had mechanically come to repeat rather then enter via his actual knowledge. Five characters, none of them legible to him, but together they meant something. He hit the enter button and began to change. From a human to an alien. An extra pair of legs, four in total, horse-like with thick, powerful muscles instead of human legs. A thinner, more delicate looking upper body with an extra digit on each hand. Two eyes positioned not on the head but on stalks that swivel around. The entire creature had a pale grey and white color scheme, with a tinge of bright green. The clothing it was wearing was a mimicry and modification of the EMT uniform Dwyane was wearing before he transformed. The Galloping Ghost reared up on it's hindmost legs and dashed off, trying to use super speed to get up to the out of control monorail before it could crash! Maybe there was an emergency brake or something he could use!

Okay, while I wait for your post, will get some rolls done. Paradigm will hit the Hunter that attacked her, hitting with a 23, so DC 32 toughness save: 27, so bruised and dazed. Star-Khan will attack the last justicar: hitting, so DC 29 toughness save: 14, he is KO'd. The Boran Lt near Predator will move over to engage her, which is all it can do. The other will try to full power attack Paradigm, missing with a 20 @Spacefurry That will bring up Predator after Moon and I make IC posts.

@Avenger Assembled Sea Devil is up

GM The scene was carnage. Twisted, smoking metal. Engines on fire. Shattered bones and splattered blood. Even the vortex of chaos that surrounded the crashed carriage was enough for a serious incident - crashed cars and stunned onlookers. A fire hydrant had come off, spraying water into the air, yet not enough to quell the flames. Many were dying, and surely a few were dead. Dwayne did his best, patching up one, then another. Applying torniquets and inserting IV blood lines at a phenomenal rate. Even shocking one elderly lady back to life, due to her arrhythmic heart rate. Few would have been able to work so fast, so effectively, under pressure. This was battlefield medicine. But the show was not over. The Monorail had been twisted asunder, leaving a horrific gap in its circular loop. And... despite (surely) every alarm and safeguarding being fired, Dwayne could see another carriage approaching, threatening a repeat performance of the crash!

Stabilised the dying! And - HP for heroic medical actions DDD - 4 HP

"A what?" Carmen would respond, thinking that his mother was some sort of monster creature or something and that he had for a moment descended from one. Was her boyfriend in fact partially some sort of bug creature, waiting to devour her and her fellow students. That was foolish of course and quickly she threw such a thought out as he squeezed her hand softly. It didn't matter whom he was or what she was as Carmen saw him as her Michael, and he couldn't be more perfect in any other way for her as she attempted to push forward, closing her eyes and steeling her nerves for a kiss as she pushed herself up to meet him. He was taller than Carmen, pushing up on her tip toes to meet his lips. Then, without any warning trouble appeared as a tiny man appeared from out of Michaels backpack to interrupt the two of them, "¡Qué mierda!" she lets out as this breaks any sort of attempt she was trying to make, now rather annoyed. "What's the big deal?" she says, a bit of venom as she her catlike eyes narrowed down on this creature. It looked cartoonish in nature. Strangely proportioned and small. It wasn't natural and only meant for the two of them that they had walked right into more trouble.

O' creepy ;D

Bonus points if you get the reference.

It is not actual a dog creature, just called a Hound. It gets a 23 on its toughness save (vs the DC 28), so is bruised and dazed and knocked down.

Ok then. In retaliation, Puma will go for the dog creature that tried to keep her bound and slash it with her claws in retaliation. I roll 27, which is a critical hit.

Shooting Star Alice soared on a ballistic trajectory across the city, tearing through the sound barrier as soon as she achieved enough height to avoid doing damage from the sonic boom. The journey took mere seconds, the wind roaring in her ears as her descent began. She stopped in an instant about three feet from the ground to catch her bearings and identify the situation. It didn't take long to home in on the sounds of gunfire, arriving at the location of the battle at about the same time as Bloody Mess and Blackstaff. She looked down at the chaos unfolding before her, trying to identify both sides of the fight.

Torpedo Lass II Mizuki was wishing she could fly... although she'd been getting odd sensations doing her jumps lately. "Yeah, sounds like a plan. Just watch out, in the water I can outrace an F1 car, particularly on a straightaway. To make it fair I'll stay on the surface. Been practicing keeping speed while surfaced." She turned to Vueriz walking over to her board. "Although I gotta hitch a ride over to the starting spot."

Torpedo Lass II Mizuki walked into the arcade... wearing her favorite sailor collared shirt with jeans, sneakers, and a bomber jacket with various aviation patches. Seeing a lot of the custom arcade cabinets alongside the manufactured ones gave her a grin. But it was the flight simulator set up in the corner that caught her attention... as it was running Ace Combat: Emerald Skies... the first of the series based on real events, including a certain test pilot sucked into intrigue and danger. Mizuki wasn't interested in playing the story mode though, she already had a save file and had beat the game... she was hunting different prey online. After signing in for an hour time, and plopping down some cash without Michael knowing she sat down. Noticing there was a second seat and screen set up recently. Seems finding the consoles needed was getting easier for the arcade's management. She booted up and loaded her save and started searching lobbies. She didn't want to get noticed yet... there was a certain player she was hunting for.

I need to look this over a moment. If we're starting at the river this could get interesting.

sure sure! Drive Results 1d20+6: 11 [1d20=5] pretty bad drive result. Medicine Results 1d20+10: 25 [1d20=15] Really good Medicine!

Dwayne Devon Davidson had been asleep. He was on call, but the correct thing to do whenever you're working on the shift is to catch some sleep when you can. But no EMT sleeps through alarms either. When the station started blaring, his eyes snapped open. The dispatcher's voice rang through the bunk. Monorail crash. Injuries. Serious. Pants, boots, shirt buttoned. He was ready in a few seconds, stomping his boots as he ran towards the ambulance. "Let's go let's go let's go!" He clapped his hands quickly, getting his partner up and at them as they ran towards the ambulance. They were out of the station before the trucks were, as fast as could be; sirens blaring as they cut down the streets, with careful, effective speed. He was calm under pressure, but he had practiced this, and he was ready; he'd had plenty of emergencies before, after all. He navigated the heavy ambulance with speed as they headed to the site in question. Once the ambulance arrived, it was time for triage. They tagged who they could, and worked with the firemen to help anyone who was severely injured but still capable of saving. This was his job, his serious, non-heroism job, and he had far more experience at that.

(GM Post) As the two Claremont students were discussing the future and their ongoing existence, something strange was happening all across the library. It started with ruffling books. In the library it started in the middle of the exhibit. Old pages under glass cases fluttering in the wind that didn't exist in the middle of the library. Mumbling and wind started. Then the effect started to spread. Rustling through the library, then out into the wild. From inside of Michael's bookbag, something popped the zipper from the inside out. A burly looking man crawled out, only the size of a man's palm, but looking as rough as a trip down the Mississippi and back, a rough beard, an oarsman's tattered outfit. He scrambled out of the backpack and let out a woop, swinging his pint sized arms too and fro. "Lookie here, ya galoots, I'm Mike Fink, and if you're wanting a brawl, I'm the boy for it." Across the rest of the stairs, similar things were acting up; pint-sized versions of the pictures in books harassing the people that had borrowed the books in question. A tiny John Henry, a minuscule Paul Bunyan, a petite Davey Crockett and more.