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Echohead in Delicious Ice Cream From Italy Umberto Velluci’s uncle was dying, apparently. Umberto reserved judgement. Alfonso Velluci had been dying several times before. Apparently, he was, in no particular order… Riddled with cancer. Arrhythmic of the heart. Inflamed of the bowel. Osteoperotic of the bones. Deficient of haeomogblobin. Engorged of the spleen. And had general malaise. Umberto had no doubt that Alfonso would complain of type 2 Chicken Swahili disease and Lumberjack chipping disorder if he felt he could get away with it. Was it a cry for attention and sympathy? Or an unconscious somatisation of anxiety? Or both? Whatever the real reason, Alfonoso Velluci was very fond of manufacturing a health crisis. And Lucia Velluci, his sister (and Umberto’s mother) was very anxious to rush back to Italy to tend to her suffering brother. And dragging Umberto along for the ride. The plane ride had been a cramped, fretful affair. Umberto did not like travel, and did not like plane travel in particular. Turbulance made his guts squeeze and his heart jump, neither of which suited his constitution. He tried listening to opera, he tried watching the inflight film, he tried doing crosswords.. all of which failed to distract him, for his mother repeatedly tugged at his sleeve and asked him yet another medical question. “I am not a doctor,” he would start. “But you could be!” she retorted. Of course, like any overbearing mother, she had fantasies that her son could have been a doctor, a scientist, or the president of the united states of America. Rather than run a flower shop (not that she had any vexation with flowers, merely that selling flowers was not the same as being leader of the free world). That was part of the equation. The other part was – she knew Umberto could “Borrow” the mind of anyone, and could, at the psychic drop of a psychic hat, gain all the skills of a fully qualified doctor. In Umberto’s opinion – and this was without the benefit of borrowing somebody else’s brains (Which he did not take lightly) – Alfonso needed a psychiatrist, not a doctor. So the plane journey was a mix of tremulous sweat and agonising eye rolling. Once in Italy, the torture ablated somewhat. True, Rome was as densely urban as ever, with the chaos of traffic and the choking air, but once out of Rome, travelling south, it was pleasant countryside basking in sunshine. Hills of green, olives, vineyards, farms with grazing animals. And Lucia’s natural language, it all made her feel at home and she began to relax. And so did Umberto. And when they reached the small town where Alfonso was lying on his “death bed”, the fretfulness came back, redoubled and reinvigorated. Umberto inwardly (and occasionally outwardly) groaned with every prayer to the Almighty, every crucifix motion, every determination that, if God would spare her brother, she would donate to the local orphanage or church roof repair fund, or pray five hours every evening on a rough carpet in penance. If Alfonso had really been dying, Umberto could have understood these manifestations of grief. But Alfonso was an entirely health sixty year old man who had been active most of his life, not smoked, drunk in moderation. As far as Umberto knew, the only medical condition Alfonso had was mild hypertension that was well controlled on a low dose medication regime. And chronic health anxiety, of course. Umberto had formulated a plan. A plan involving Ice Cream. It started with popping to the local shop in the small town. Everybody knew everybody here. The shopkeeper even gave him a cry of recognition and a faux kiss. It was, by and large, a happy town. It made Echohead wonder what made him truly happy. His fantasies of being a superhuman superspy? Did it honestly make him happy? Or perhaps the reverse? It was a hard question, and he answered it in a hard way. Did it matter if it made him happy or unhappy? He was driven to do it. Alfonso’s house was in the centre of the small town, old, creaky, collapsing in a quaint way. No doubt the maintenance took up most of Alfonsos time, or perhaps, more accurately, the families. Alfonso was on his allegedly death bed, the window open to let in dusty sunlight, incense burning to ward off evil, a slightly awkward looking priest at his side, grinding through the last rights. He surreptitiously rolled his eyes at Umberto upon the latter’s entrance. “Fifth time this month…” he whispered, clearly under no illusions. A half dozen local family were by his side, busying themselves with idle gossip. It was a precarious tightrope they had to walk on. Humouring Alfonso out of a mix of pity and “what if” fear, but not humouring him too much. Wailing and lamentations would not do, so Idle gossip filled up the treacherous silence. Every so often, one of them would pump up Alfonso’s pillow. Umberto’s mother, Lucia, predictably wailed and lamented – to the muffled groans of the rest of the family. She collapsed onto Alfonso’s bed, weeping, praying. Umberto casually put the ice creams he had bought on a dresser at the other side of the room. “I brought your favourite Ice cream, Uncle. Sorry you are too ill to have it…” “Nonsense, give it here! With a spoon!” Alfonso was already more lively. Everyone knew Alfonso couldn’t resist ice cream. “With a spoon!” he roared, suddenly possessed of a furious pair of regenerated lungs. “Nonsense! Italian Ice cream! Give it to me!” “I couldn’t possibly live with myself if I gave you your favourite delicious ice cream from Italy whilst lying down. What if something happened to you?” “Nothings going to happen to me, boy! Give it!” screamed Alfonso, who was already bolt upright, rejuvenated. Cured of his mysterious and serious ailments. A stalemate materialised. Nobody spoke, every body looked at Alfonso. Alfonso looked at his ice cream, and licked his lips. As Oscar Wilde said, he could resist everything but temptation. And it did not take long for Alfonso to crack. He leapt out of bed and stuck the spoon in the frozen delight, and proceeded to shovel it in his mouth, pausing each time to roll his eyes in delight. “A miraculous recovery,” deadpanned the priest. “Praise God.” “And praise Ice cream,” added Umberto, smiling at his mother who seemed shocked, then relieved. And then, quite understandably, angry.

Torpedo Lass II Naomi sighed. "Might as well. The local Coast Guard branch appreciates my help. Even if it is just towing floatsam and jetsam out of shipping lanes." She said as stretched. "Plus I keep an eye on the bridges in case someone... you know... has a bad night." She scratched her head. "Not sure how to describe it."

Okay! Vueriz is gonna spend a Hero Point to jury-rig a device with powers as follows: Create Object 8 (Forcefield Projector; Extras: Impervious; Feats: Progression 3 [50ft. Cubes], Stationary; Flaws: Duration [Concentration], Limited [Flat Planes]) [12PP] Essentially the idea is that she will be able to use it to project a shield to protect people from incoming attacks. The device will take 12 rounds (1 minute, 12 seconds) and requires a DC27 Craftcheck. Is the power acceptable and what type of Craft would you feel is appropriate AA?

GM The Dreamer was glad that Christopher was in agreement, watching in every direction with suspicion as she conjured a wheelchair before Blackstaff placed her into it. From some unseen hollow in the walls Blackstaff can hear a small high pitched voice and the voice of the rabbit. They seem to be trying to be quiet, but failing. "She is not Alice! You brought her too early you dolt!" "She was in danger! The Jabberwocky had to protect her. If she dies she will never be Alice!" "And now she knows that Wonderland is here! It was bad enough that The Carnifex was trying to stop us but- " "But now she can try to stop Wonderland? No one is stronger than Alice. Even if she wanted-" The sound of the argument is drowned out as the grinning Cat speaks. "Oh dear, going so soon? It's nearly Tea Time." The Dreamer stiffened in her chair as the cat spoke, her mouth working soundlessly before clicking shut as she wheeled up to the wizard's side, eyes bright with worry.

I'm not actually expecting a roll, actually. Rather then having a roll, I'm just gonna give you the HP and let you have a set of locations to visit to calibrate it. If you're okay with that? My idea was the roll was to skip the two encounters; by taking the HP, you're giving up on that and taking an HP and maybe getting some more posts.

Okay, DC 31 toughness save (due to the auto crit): 23, Nope, she is out cold. (Is actually a 25, as I forgot she is slightly toughness shifted, but didn't matter anyway, still out)

Great. He is gonna go for it then

Actually, yes, you are correct, you can use the tail to deliver the coup de grace as a full round action then (using your +11 STR bonus)

Or your Telekenesis, or blast

Shooting Star Alice frowned as Tun described her own demise as matter of factly as someone discussing the weather. A sapient being forced to compete with others for the attention of their masters or starve was... Disgusting. Still there wasn't much she could do about it now, except play along to make sure Tun didn't starve in the meantime. But she did have one more question... "Are you happy with your life, Tun?" After receiving her answer she turned and walked over to the cage, running her finger over the edge of one of her chips. The story, the best way to progress was to tell a good story... Well best to start with something suitably dramatic. She turned to Tun, a winning smile on her features. "I'd like to fight. I'll bet everything I've got."

In dragon form his tail should grants him Improved Grapple (Extra limb) right? If that doesn't work yeah he is just gonna squeeze

So, looking at the build for the dragon, you would need the Improved Grapple feat to be able to deliver a coup de grace yourself while maintaining your grapple (which is a free action) or to use the rending claw to attack her. But, you can apply damage by just squeezing her (ie doing your +11 strength bonus in damage for a DC 26 toughness save)

If I remember well, Luke can't coup de grace someone he is grappling right? If that's correct, and he can't he is gonna try and take down Mindfire (hopefully) with his Rending Claws, should be an auto hit Mindfire is grappled by him so the DC 26 Tou, Damages + Drain Toughness (DC 19).

GM Shift manages to knock the Legion standing next to Visor off her feet and sending her flying backward a short distance. The moment Shift struck that Legion, another duplicate appeared next to Visor, ready to join the melee. Visor watched as thing continued to go worse for his team, focusing up on where Nightscale was still holding Mindfire, he fired another powerful beam of energy at the dragon. The blast stuck Nightscale squarely in the torso, causing some damage, but not putting him out of the fight. Meanwhile, Star Khan looked over to where the Legion Shift had hit landed. "Interesting." He commented, flying over towards the downed Legion. "You appear to be the source of these duplicates. So dealing with you should deal with them all." He said as he tried to punch the dazed Legion. However, at the last moment she managed to roll to the side, so Star Khan's powerful punch only grazed her. But it was enough to cause yet another duplicate to pop into existence nearby. Up in the air, Mindfire manage to turn so she could see Nightscale from where he held her in his claw. "Time to burn!" She yelled as psychic flames formed around the dragon, causing excruciating pain as the telekinetic force tried to fully grab ahold of him. But the dragon was able to pull free from the psychic energy, even as it cause a bit more damage, still maintaining his hold on Mindfire in the process.

Okay, going to work on my GM post. (Star Khan's hit on Legion created another duplicate as well, as he failed to knock her out). Updated Order/Status: Round Four 26 Paper 3 HP (unharmed) 25 Stormcrow 6 HP (unharmed) 19 Shadowborne 2 HP (bruised 2) 18 Ghule 2 HP (injured 2) 16 Sureshot (unharmed, bound and helpless) 16 Multi-Girl 1 HP (bruised x2) 15 Legion (unharmed x5 / one near Visor staggered, bruised, daze, prone / one near Ghule bruised 2 / one near Ghule, bruised x3, prone / one near Ghule bruised x3, prone / 1 near SC bruised 2, staggered, prone) 13 Shift 0 HP (injured 2) 10 Visor (bruised x2) 10 Star Khan (unharmed) 10 Mindfire (unharmed, -2 toughness drain (round 3), bound and helpless) 9 Nightscale 4 HP (bruised 4) Nightscale is up (and still has ahold of Mindfire) @Nerdzul

25 that fails by one, that bruises are stacking up... 32 Fails the grapple check with a 4 ofc... Rerolling with the hero point 33 but with the +10 for the hero point for rolling a 5 it gets to 43 and so is a success

Yes, that it is. Let's see if Mindfire can make a Concentration roll: 22 she does. She will use her Perception Telekinesis (Move Object) to grapple Nightscale: she gets a 37. As it is Damaging, that is also a DC 26 toughness save. @Nerdzul

The Dreamer The Dreamer's expression changed little when the note was shown, just a slight pursing of her lips and a fire entering her eyes. The dreams that had previously been wistfully frolicking around froze for a moment before crowding around The Dreamer, themselves seeming ready to leap into action as she spoke. "I will not stand by while someone is in danger. I am coming with you Rex."

Do I roll Strength then?

23 For Nitghtscale, I guess it's another bruise for him, ouch

So the Doktor's plan is to fly up to one of the Sarcota, cling onto its neck/head, and use his "internalized electromagneti screwdriver" as an advanced MRI, to get a scan on the critter's brain, hopefully determining a] if they're of animal intelligence or have sapient thoughts, and b] what sort of stimuli they respond to/how to communicate with them. Game terms, this would be a Mind Reading and Super-Senses (Mental Awareness) effect, and maybe some Knowledge (Behavioral Sciences), Knowledge (Life Sciences), and/or Sense Motive rolls.

Torpedo Lass II "Well, considering I've been starting to design different costumes for different missions... search and rescue... basic heroing... recreational... oceanographic research... stealth... I could come up with a drysuit design for ya. Also what's your weight in water? If all that tech makes you more an anchor than a cork, might design with neutral buoyancy in mind." She scratched her chin. "Did get my SCUBA certs before getting my powers. Made my life so much easier... helps I know what basic materials I need." "And yeah... I wager having even a small sub for two... might be a bit expensive. Outside my allowances that's for sure." She turned to Lawrence. "Unless your folks' previous escapades led them to confiscating a cute little sub for us... Certain Rev could look over the internals to make sure it still goes too."

Sure Starshot will go along - taking 10 (skill mastery) for a 20 pilot check.

Sure. Could you roll an opposed power check vs 15 to wrench the windows open? (they are reinforced). Or extra effort we can waive that and you can just crack open a hole as you wish

Okay, so we take the failure to require max calibration. What's the target for the roll? (The way I roll, I may be using the HP we just got. :p)