Gaea

Hub--- -1 to toughness, bruised and injured Velocity--- Undamaged Valkyrie--- -4 To Toughness, Bruised, Injured, and Stunned. High Note--- Staggered Mr. Fix it--- Undamaged Cheshire- Unconscious and Stabilized.- -11 to toughness

Hub--- -1 to toughness, bruised and injured Velocity--- Undamaged Valkyrie--- -4 To Toughness, Bruised, Injured, and Stunned. High Note--- Staggered Mr. Fix it--- Undamaged Cheshire- Unconscious and Stabilized.- -11 to toughness

Hub--- -1 to toughness, bruised and injured Velocity--- Undamaged Valkyrie--- -4 To Toughness, Bruised, Injured, and Stunned. High Note--- Staggered Mr. Fix it--- Undamaged Cheshire- Unconscious and Stabilized.- -11 to toughness

Oh...everyone can hear the baby. It's that quiet and that loud.

Oh...everyone can hear the baby. It's that quiet and that loud.

Oh...everyone can hear the baby. It's that quiet and that loud.

Day 3) Just a note: "Ok, so the chocolates didn't go over so well. You win some, you lose some. Not my intention to embarrass you. I feel quite bad about it. It won't happen again."

Day 3) Just a note: "Ok, so the chocolates didn't go over so well. You win some, you lose some. Not my intention to embarrass you. I feel quite bad about it. It won't happen again."

Day 3) Just a note: "Ok, so the chocolates didn't go over so well. You win some, you lose some. Not my intention to embarrass you. I feel quite bad about it. It won't happen again."

OOC thread

OOC thread

OOC thread

A large gated manor. A servant's quarters sets behind and to the left of it. The manor itself is a tudor-style, somewhere in the 15,000 square-foot range. There is a permanent security presence at the gate, and the interior security arrangements are unknown. It's two days after the incident at the Charity Dinner, and all the little Mondsee's are snuggled safe and tight in their beds.

A large gated manor. A servant's quarters sets behind and to the left of it. The manor itself is a tudor-style, somewhere in the 15,000 square-foot range. There is a permanent security presence at the gate, and the interior security arrangements are unknown. It's two days after the incident at the Charity Dinner, and all the little Mondsee's are snuggled safe and tight in their beds.

A large gated manor. A servant's quarters sets behind and to the left of it. The manor itself is a tudor-style, somewhere in the 15,000 square-foot range. There is a permanent security presence at the gate, and the interior security arrangements are unknown. It's two days after the incident at the Charity Dinner, and all the little Mondsee's are snuggled safe and tight in their beds.

Seth yells after him "Option one was a good Chooooice" And then he smiles to himself, perhaps a little smally. But adults, particularly simple ones were so easy to manipulate. And they never thought they could be, particularly be a child. It really was something to smile about. It took everything he had not to grin like the cheshire cat.

Seth yells after him "Option one was a good Chooooice" And then he smiles to himself, perhaps a little smally. But adults, particularly simple ones were so easy to manipulate. And they never thought they could be, particularly be a child. It really was something to smile about. It took everything he had not to grin like the cheshire cat.

Seth yells after him "Option one was a good Chooooice" And then he smiles to himself, perhaps a little smally. But adults, particularly simple ones were so easy to manipulate. And they never thought they could be, particularly be a child. It really was something to smile about. It took everything he had not to grin like the cheshire cat.

Sustained Protection 5(Impervious) would be noticeable...cost 10 points, and make you look like a big ol'e rock with the appropriate descriptors.

Sustained Protection 5(Impervious) would be noticeable...cost 10 points, and make you look like a big ol'e rock with the appropriate descriptors.

Sustained Protection 5(Impervious) would be noticeable...cost 10 points, and make you look like a big ol'e rock with the appropriate descriptors.

Seth filled away the Waitress's image in his brain. But first.... "Oh, I see what you did there. I said I was a kid, and well look at me; I'm clearly a kid. And then your cute and fuzzy little brain put together a vocab reference. Because...as a teenager I would be in school. And in schools, they teach...vocabulary. Right, That is clever. That just takes real talent. Brava!" And then Seth laughs at him. Just to be on the safe side cause, "hey, what's a nutbag going to do?" Seth turtles up. Nothing short of a tank shell could hurt him, much less anything this society jerk could come up with. "And you're right about a couple of other things too. For one, I don't know who I am talking to. So you clearly aren't that important. Yeah, I went there. Two, and this is real important now, so listen up: I do want to cause a scene. Because something that hasn't entered your mind yet, is the fact that I'm a whole hell of a lot smarter than you. I know that, cause, well, I am, and two you don't posses enough intelligence to realize you can't smoke in here. You're just rich enough to think that it entitles you to be self-important, but not smart enough to see how that effects your stature. And you think that by threatening me I'm going to get scared. You don't have the power or influence to scare me. And we are causing a scene...which means that people are watching. So....I've pushed you into a fantastic little corner, where you have no choice but to back down, and loose all social standing. Or...You can pick a fight with a 16 year old. That kind of press always looks good in the morning papers. Not to mention the fact that there are armed security guards here. And assaulting a minor looks real good on the ole' criminal record. And you see that man over there...That's Golo Mondsee, my father. He's one of the best lawyers in the country. Business, not trial. But he knows a couple of people. Some of them are even here. Some of them send birthday presents. I surely would love to put all of your asset's in a trust fund for my future children. You really couldn't play any more into my hands here... Like I said. Corner. Me, Smarter. You, screwed. Your move you borish lout. God bless my word of the day calender." "Dorian...And Giselle. Excellent" When Dorian indicated Setito, it was all Monica could do not to sigh. "That is my son. Seth. He hates it when I drag him to these things. Every once in a while, he stands on his little soapbox and smacks someone around socially. He's too smart, that one. He was such a gift from god. He could talk by 8 months. Our little Wunderkind. That man he's harassing really doesn't know how much trouble he is in. Seth has a real talent for forcing people into no win situations. I don't think we socialized him with enough children when he was younger. I'm of course going to have words with him, but once we get home. In private. What to you do Mr. Dorian?"

Seth filled away the Waitress's image in his brain. But first.... "Oh, I see what you did there. I said I was a kid, and well look at me; I'm clearly a kid. And then your cute and fuzzy little brain put together a vocab reference. Because...as a teenager I would be in school. And in schools, they teach...vocabulary. Right, That is clever. That just takes real talent. Brava!" And then Seth laughs at him. Just to be on the safe side cause, "hey, what's a nutbag going to do?" Seth turtles up. Nothing short of a tank shell could hurt him, much less anything this society jerk could come up with. "And you're right about a couple of other things too. For one, I don't know who I am talking to. So you clearly aren't that important. Yeah, I went there. Two, and this is real important now, so listen up: I do want to cause a scene. Because something that hasn't entered your mind yet, is the fact that I'm a whole hell of a lot smarter than you. I know that, cause, well, I am, and two you don't posses enough intelligence to realize you can't smoke in here. You're just rich enough to think that it entitles you to be self-important, but not smart enough to see how that effects your stature. And you think that by threatening me I'm going to get scared. You don't have the power or influence to scare me. And we are causing a scene...which means that people are watching. So....I've pushed you into a fantastic little corner, where you have no choice but to back down, and loose all social standing. Or...You can pick a fight with a 16 year old. That kind of press always looks good in the morning papers. Not to mention the fact that there are armed security guards here. And assaulting a minor looks real good on the ole' criminal record. And you see that man over there...That's Golo Mondsee, my father. He's one of the best lawyers in the country. Business, not trial. But he knows a couple of people. Some of them are even here. Some of them send birthday presents. I surely would love to put all of your asset's in a trust fund for my future children. You really couldn't play any more into my hands here... Like I said. Corner. Me, Smarter. You, screwed. Your move you borish lout. God bless my word of the day calender." "Dorian...And Giselle. Excellent" When Dorian indicated Setito, it was all Monica could do not to sigh. "That is my son. Seth. He hates it when I drag him to these things. Every once in a while, he stands on his little soapbox and smacks someone around socially. He's too smart, that one. He was such a gift from god. He could talk by 8 months. Our little Wunderkind. That man he's harassing really doesn't know how much trouble he is in. Seth has a real talent for forcing people into no win situations. I don't think we socialized him with enough children when he was younger. I'm of course going to have words with him, but once we get home. In private. What to you do Mr. Dorian?"

Seth filled away the Waitress's image in his brain. But first.... "Oh, I see what you did there. I said I was a kid, and well look at me; I'm clearly a kid. And then your cute and fuzzy little brain put together a vocab reference. Because...as a teenager I would be in school. And in schools, they teach...vocabulary. Right, That is clever. That just takes real talent. Brava!" And then Seth laughs at him. Just to be on the safe side cause, "hey, what's a nutbag going to do?" Seth turtles up. Nothing short of a tank shell could hurt him, much less anything this society jerk could come up with. "And you're right about a couple of other things too. For one, I don't know who I am talking to. So you clearly aren't that important. Yeah, I went there. Two, and this is real important now, so listen up: I do want to cause a scene. Because something that hasn't entered your mind yet, is the fact that I'm a whole hell of a lot smarter than you. I know that, cause, well, I am, and two you don't posses enough intelligence to realize you can't smoke in here. You're just rich enough to think that it entitles you to be self-important, but not smart enough to see how that effects your stature. And you think that by threatening me I'm going to get scared. You don't have the power or influence to scare me. And we are causing a scene...which means that people are watching. So....I've pushed you into a fantastic little corner, where you have no choice but to back down, and loose all social standing. Or...You can pick a fight with a 16 year old. That kind of press always looks good in the morning papers. Not to mention the fact that there are armed security guards here. And assaulting a minor looks real good on the ole' criminal record. And you see that man over there...That's Golo Mondsee, my father. He's one of the best lawyers in the country. Business, not trial. But he knows a couple of people. Some of them are even here. Some of them send birthday presents. I surely would love to put all of your asset's in a trust fund for my future children. You really couldn't play any more into my hands here... Like I said. Corner. Me, Smarter. You, screwed. Your move you borish lout. God bless my word of the day calender." "Dorian...And Giselle. Excellent" When Dorian indicated Setito, it was all Monica could do not to sigh. "That is my son. Seth. He hates it when I drag him to these things. Every once in a while, he stands on his little soapbox and smacks someone around socially. He's too smart, that one. He was such a gift from god. He could talk by 8 months. Our little Wunderkind. That man he's harassing really doesn't know how much trouble he is in. Seth has a real talent for forcing people into no win situations. I don't think we socialized him with enough children when he was younger. I'm of course going to have words with him, but once we get home. In private. What to you do Mr. Dorian?"

also... INit (1d20+2=12)