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Going for a Bluff to get Baal to hand over the contract so they can read it all together, even the small print, and give them a moment to confer without him listening in. Bluff: 1d20+21 = 22+10 = 32 I... will spend a HP to reroll that. New bluff: 1d20+21 = 38+10 = 48. Much better!

Wait, was that Jones the Janitor? What was he doing here? As far as Robin knew, he was "just" the janitor, not really any connection at all Anna. Then again, it wasn't like she knew everything about everyone at the university. And Jones might just be checking up on Anna, but he moved so fast, so angry, so... Robin really shouldn't care about him right now, should she? She was here to see Anna. "Hey Anna. Yeah, that's right. We had a few classes together, think we did a project or two. How are you doing? I heard you got in an accident and ended up here, so I came to check on you."[/color] She held up the cookie jar up to show it. "I brought some of my dad's cookies, they're great." Anna really didn't look good. What had happened to her to mess her up this bad?

"Well, yes. Cutstabbing is good and all, but do why exactly? Look upon the fun guy, sitting in the midst of the fungi. Does he appear happy to you? Does it appear that he wishes to be here?" He did look quite disgusting, however. All those fungal infections did not do the man any favors, did they now? But the fungi wanted another? Well, that could buy them some time, at least. He made another illusion, throwing his voice to the other side of the room. "Where do you hold a catshow? A mewseum!"

GM Miss Thorne had been moving around, mingling with her guests as one would expect of a gracious host. And she was good at playing the host. A glass of champagne in her hand, she turned away from the young man on her arm to face Buddy instead. "Oh, Mr. Brand! I absolutely love your show! I would love to!" She seemed at least somewhat affected by the champagne. Not drunk, but perhaps a bit tipsy. Enough to slur her speech a little bit, but she seemed to be still here. She quieted down a bit, backing down from the glee of seeing Mr. Brand and returning to a bit more proper behaviour. She was the host, after all. "How are you doing this evening, Mr. Brand? I hope that you have been able to make at least a small contribution to the refugees."

From that roll: There's not really anything you've heard about Miss Thorne not being as squeaky clean as she seems to be, but there's rumors that she's not really putting as much into the charities as she claims.

GM "Investigating?" The guard seemed hesitant, but he had been doing this for a long time, and he had lived in Freedom City even longer. He knew all about super heroes being around and investigating crime scenes. He still kept the gun on the hero in front of him. You could never really tell what side someone in a cape would be in at first sight, could you? "So, you're a hero, then? Who are you supposed to be? I'm pretty sure that you're not the Raven, his gear's different."

Sorry Heri, but with Key MIA, I've got 8 characters on including Pan, so I'll stick with the Cube, TA, ZB, Tiff, Azuth, KD and Thev. Any more and the threads would get way too confusing. And I'm hoping to get this started this week.

OOC for this. @Supercape

GM A high-rise apartment on 64th Street, overlooking Liberty Park March 15th, 8 PM Miss Tricia Thorne, head of the Thorne Foundation, socialite and all around rich woman had it all. She was young, she was beautiful, she was popular, and she was so very rich. And she was a good person, too! At only 20, she had started the Thorne Foundation after her parents died tragically in a skiing accident in Norway, using both her own money and donations to help whatever cause was most in at the moment, whatever would get her the most headlines and recognition for her effort to and attempts to help everyone! This evening, the beautiful young blonde, now just 25 years old, was hosting a gala for the rich and famous, with all proceeds from the evening going to aid the refugees of the Middle-East. It might not be the hottest and most in topic right now, but Tricia Thorne was bringing it back! And of course, she had informed all the media, from TV stations to bloggers, and even some of the people that still worked on those old newspapers and magazines! See, Tricia wanted to be inclusive of everyone! The gala was held in the 64th street apartment. Well, apartment was putting it lightly. It was quite a large place, with her owning several of the upper floors, including the huge ballroom at the very top floor. A multitude of round tables were placed around the room now, with an overly large see through trophy in the middle of the room. While it was slightly golden in color, it was clearly just made of glass. It was filled with money, mostly as a publicity stunt. A staircase led to the top of the trophy, where any of the rich and famous could walk up to throw their money in, which was of course just symbolic of their actual donations. Or so they said. Camera crews surrounded the area, which was by now filled with people. There was a slight lull in the festivities now that the main dish had been finished, while they waited for Miss Tricia Thorne, dressed in a beautiful black dress to symbolize her sorrow at the plight of the refugees, to make a speech. Well, once she finished talking with the handsome young man at her table. And one such guest from the media was one Buddy Brand.

OOC for this. @Tiff

GM Bethlehem Heights, March 14th, 9:30 PM Bethlehem Heights might not be a rich area, or one where the police routinely patrolled, but it was still home to many. And in the last few weeks, there had been a rash of so far unexplained disappearances. The disappearances seemed focused on the undesirables of society: The homeless, the drunks, the addicts. The people of the street. Not enough to make city hall care enough to send the police for more than routine attempts at searching for the missing people. People were warned to stay off the streets in Bethlehem Heights during the night, but otherwise, little effort was put into finding the missing people, or even finding out what was going on. If anyone were to solve the mystery, it seemed that the heroes of Emerald City would have to step up. And as a man's scream cut through the night in Bethlehem Heights, they might soon get their chance.

"Horchata is great, then!" Pan loudly declared, not a care for how anyone else might react to it. And then watched with awe as Corinne dove straight at the mountain of nachos. He could have compared the way she fiercely attacked the food with many things that he had seen on Neverworld. Beasts, monsters, feasts in some parts of the world, and yet, he was not quite sure that it would do the sight he was seeing now justice. With a laugh, he joined in, quickly stuffing his mouth. And quite enjoying the taste too. "Tasty!" he managed between mouthfuls. While he might not share Corinne's appetite, he was far from a picky eater, and this tasted so great! This world had so much great food!

Go visit Anna? That was actually a good idea, a rare thing to come from Ms. Doors. It had been a while since Robin had last seen her, and she was in the hospital. The rest of Ms. Doors' line of thought was pure nonsense as always. Health and safety was important! Robin kind of wondered how Ms. Doors would deal with working under unsafe conditions herself, but she was pretty sure that if it ever came to that, Ms. Doors would end up being the first to complain and start a protest over it, if she could build up the backbone to do it, at least. "Y'know, that's a great idea! I'll swing by my parents on the way and grab some from my dad's latest batch!" She couldn't resist that little jab at Ms. Doors, and then she was out the door. Quick pit stop to check in on her mom and dad, grab some cookies, then off to the hospital.

So that was the fun guy? He did not appear dangerous, at least not at first glance. Rather, he seemed sad. Was that all he was now then, entertainment to the mushroom men? Or was he merely hiding his true nature? Who could tell, before they asked? At least these mushroom men seemed as dim as the rest! Maybe Pan should put that theory to the test? And so, with the group still hidden behind his image of nothing, Pan called out. Or well, he made an illusion of his voice calling out from the opposite side of the room. If it was a joke that these mushroom men needed, then a joke they would get! "Who is the greatest chicken killer in Shakespeare? Macbeth, because he did a murder most foul!"

GM From what Talon could catch of police chatter, the cars were just about to pull in at the entrance. He would have maybe five more minutes while they made their way across the yard to get to the train. And then a voice called out from behind Talon: "What do you think you're doing?" Unnoticed until now, the guard that had first found the body had managed to sneak up on Talon, standing a good ten meters away from him, a gun raised in his hand. "This is a crime scene, buddy!"

Another ping, and Robin rolled back to the computer and away from her suit. She really should finish tuning the engines for legs, do something about the excess heat if it ran too long, but she felt distracted tonight. And hey, it was StartaSalvo messaging her, too. Robin's face lit up. Someone had actually seen the video? And was on her side? That was great! She had only wanted to get it all on film to make sure they caught whatever Blowfish might try, but if it got someone to root for her? That was just great! So, a quick reply to StartaSalvo. It really did. Maybe she should just move to Freedom City or somewhere else with more heroes. Maybe that would make things easier? Then again, Emerald City was her home, and it needed more heroes. Would be wrong to just leave it behind.

Dust Devil II (1) Sand and Water (1) +24 posts from GM posts = 25 posts = 3PP Forever Boy (27) Extracurricular: Origin Vignette: Storytime [+2PP] (1357 words) Falling Upwards (3) Fright Night at Claremont (4) Giant Krampus 2: Krampus Campus (2) Puzzle Box: The Fun Guy (12) Sky-Pirates! (Posts marked Forever Boy) (2) The Night People (1) The Wearing of the Green (3) +23 posts from GM posts = 50 posts + Vignette at > 1000 words = 6PP Justice (24) Armor Leg (19) Monster of the Week (Posts marked Justice) (2) My Name Is Terrifica: Ask Me Anything (2) Wall the Build (1) +26 posts from GM posts = 50 posts = 4PP U.F.O. (4) Praetorians: Return to the Fold (4) +21 posts from GM posts = 25 posts = 3PP GM (52) Defenders of the Deep (5) Glitter and Gold (20) I Want My Tears Back (3) Ink (4) Monster of the Week (Posts marked GM) (2) Mysterious Menagerie of Monsters (3) Sky-Pirates! (Posts marked GM) (3) The Kinslayer (10) Two For Tragedy (3) 52 GM posts = 104 posts to divide 24 to Dust Devil, getting him 25 posts total. 23 to Forever Boy, getting him to 50 posts total. 26 to Justice, getting her to 50 posts total. 21 to U.F.O., getting it to 25 posts total. Should leave me with 10 posts unused, use in case I miscounted anything.

GM The gift of children returned was a great one indeed. As the children flocked past Lament to their grateful parents, cries of happiness and joy spread through the arena to them all. The thought of children missing and christmases ruined were soon gone, replaced simply with the joy of everyone being reunited once more. A mere two hours had passed. Whatever world of myths and stories that Lament had visited, it appeared that time had moved differently. At first, the reaction to his appearance might have proven hostile. Had he taken the children? Why? Why return them now? But the children spoke in his defense, even as they told crazy tales of Elves and saviors. But at least now, they were home. And Lament was hailed as the hero of the day.

That should fix it, thanks for the heads up.

GM The last cultist made his move, his robes dropping to the floor around him as what had been a man moments before became shadow and he rushed forward, right through his fellow cultist and Mr. Strix. Strix felt nothing at the contact, but the large cultist's breath became visible. Turning around once he was behind Strix, the cultist reached out for him, only to miss as Strix moved and dodged around the larger cultist.

Cultist 3 melts into the shadows and moves behind Mister Strix for an attack, as he reaches out to try to touch Strix: 17 Another miss! Current situation around the room: Mr. Strix is standing at the doorway, with the hulking Cultist 2 in front of him, blocking him from entering. They are surrounded by 4 black humanoids that seem to be made out of Ink. If you interact with them, DC15 Will Save to . Cultist 1 is still inside the room. Cultist 3 seems to be made of shadows and is behind Mr. Strix. @Tiff is up, then @Supercape 31 - Ronin - Uninjured - 1HP 24 - Lady Horus - Uninjured - 1HP 24 - Wadjet - Uninjured 24 - Cultist 1 - Uninjured 21 - Cultist 2 - Uninjured 12 - Mr. Strix - Shaken - 2HP 10 - Cultist 3 - Uninjured 7 - Dr. Thorne - Uninjured - 2HP

Pan knew nothing about this St. Patrick's day, or who this saint even was, but as it just so happened, he liked green, and he had been wearing a green t-shirt with a pair of white birds wings on his back on this very day, so Pan would not end up getting pinched after all! The lack of pinching was certainly a plus, as far as he was concerned! He was sitting in mid-air in the library, his jean clad legs folded up under him as he balanced his book on the tip of his finger, seeming far from interested in actually reading it. This world's religions sounded so odd to him, as he had made the study group know on at least a few occassions. It was not that they had multiple different religions all over or anything like that. There was a few different beliefs back on Neverworld, and he had shared some (like the people that believed that the turtle islands were gods), but still, a lot of Earth's religions just seemed so strange to him. Especially how everyone was fighting between them. So, Pan was more than happy with Judy's idea! Anything was better than actually doing schoolwork, after all! He floated by her, shifting to lying on the side in mid-air, his head resting on his hand. "I am always happy to do stuff other than studying! Did you have anything in mind?"

Was that it? Really? Pan stared. The mushroom men were fighting each other, mushroom flesh slapping mushroom flesh, in a never ending cycle. He felt a bit sick. Not from the look, from something else. Were the mushroom men toxic? He felt like he was about to throw up, but he kept it down. If he was going to lose his lunch, it wouldn't be because of some strange mushroom slapping each other! Some strange mushroom eaten, perhaps! But not from something as weird as this! "Right, let us continue. I suppose." Fighting the urge to vomit, he led the merry band and Lorenzo on, past the mushroom men, and further into the mountain. Find the Fun Guy, and cutstab him. Or maybe, if he was indeed a fungi like the mushroom men behind them, it would be better to slash him? Who knew?

GM The pig sqealed with delight at being thanked, as Charlemagne finished cutting the flesh. Almost as soon as the flesh had been cut free, it regrew, seemingly to no discomfort to the creature at all! With a happy oink, William moved to his mud and started rolling once more, while Charlemagne presented the meat to Oz. "Fascinating creature, is he not?" he asked, while searching his pockets for something. Soon, he produced a small lighter and held it under the meat. With a flick, he turned it on. A bright green flame engulfed the meat for a brief second, then disappeared, leaving behind a perfectly cooked pig loin that Charlemagne happily offered to Oz. "Taste! It is truly divine!"

JUSTICE! Robin was a bit hesistant to accept the cookie, but she knew better than to try and resist. The last time she had tried, Ms. Doors had practically tried showing the cookies down her throat. She didn't care to repeat that experience at all. So, she dutifully accepted the cookie, and had to listen to Ms. Doors' gossip, before she could hurry on. She wanted to run some tests on the amulet grandma Dottie had given her. There was something weird about it, but Ms. Doors had caught her on the way. "Wait, wait, Anna Armstrong?" She completely tuned out everything about immigrants that Ms. Doors was ranting. It had been proven that her views on immigrants were just part of Ms. Doors' "charm", and she wouldn't really get anywhere trying to convince her otherwise. "I know her, she always put safety first. What was she even working on at that place?"[/b]