Heritage

I have no access to the dice roller from work, so if you need to make any Stealth or Intimidate checks on my behalf, feel free to do so, Dr A.

God, this place is beyond vile. Grim reforms herself on the floor, fighting to control her gag reflex; to a normal perosn, it would be very unpleasant, but to a human with an enhanced sense of smell, it's almost too much. With great effort, she manages to keep her dinner down, and stands in the middle of the kitchen, her form still obscured. As quietly as possible, she creeps up on 'Pete' with her claws extended, and then gently lays them across his throat. "I think you should turn off the stove and put your hands behind your head, buddy, or this floor is gonna get a lot stickier," she says in a soft voice just above a whisper.

This may be the funniest thing ever. I have actually read some fanfiction I like, so I'm not opposed to it on moral grounds or anything, but that being said, many if not most of the people writing it are scary and not very good :shock: (I do think that Elizabeth should have ended up with Jack, though )

The 'ride' over is...bracing, to say the least; Estelle hasn't been carried by someone since she was rather small, and finds that despite the breakneck pace it's rather pleasant. My next boyfriend, whoever he is, will have to carry me everywhere. Estelle laughs as she slides easily to the ground. "It's a public house, like a tavern or alehouse; the windows let in light and allow passersby to be tempted by the food everyone's eating inside. I'll just be a moment, and then we can find a nice place to sit outside; why be cooped up on a lovely day like this?" Platinum card in hand, the blond scientist heads inside to pick up their steaks.

Grim cautiously climbs into the room, has a good look around, and then drops to a crouch so she can yell back through the hatch. "We got a big ol' room, well-lit, almost like a mini-stadium. There is a definite 'American Gladiators' vibe going on, kinda like Laser Tag with all kinds of little hiding places." She gnaws her lip and shakes her head. "Something tells me we're in for a hell of a show."

Lynn raises an eyebrow at this rather odd discussion, then sits up in bed. "Y'know when I was little, my big sister had all these Barbie and Ken dolls; I don't know if they have them in Japan, but they must have something similar, y'know, like little dolls for girls to dress up and brush their hair, and to imagine getting married or whatever?" She rolls her eyes and smiles evilly. "So anyway, Eddi didn't want to me to play with them, because they were her dolls, so every chance I could, I would sneak into her room and make all the Barbies and all the Kens do these things I'd seen on HBO, when I was supposed to be asleep? All these little orgies all over the room." She actually cackles with delight at the memory, then blissfully sighs. "So now, after all these years, I finally have a Ken of my own, and it's a lot better than the ones she had. Lynn pretends to look at the deliciously-exposed stomach with only vague interest, which takes considerable willpower on her part. "Huh, well will you look at that; an access panel. Better open 'er up and have a look." She extends her pinky and bends forward. "I'll just use my little hex wrench to undo this screw..." And then she pokes him in the navel with it and starts wiggling it around like crazy, praying to God that robots can be ticklish :twisted:

What the heck, dude? :oops: :roll: :D

Grim merely nods, averts her eyes, and opens the hatch...

Was Hub telepathic or something, because that would be cool...and also terribly scary, considering some of the things Grim has done in her time. But he's all polite and stuff; he wouldn't just go rummaging around in there uninvited, would he? He made that comment about secrets. Grim bows slightly towards the new guy who appears to be some sort of samurai, which is actually pretty awesome. "Hi, uh, I'm called Grimalkin or just 'Grim'; it's nice to meet ya, Sen." I wonder if he knows Ren...and if they're mortal enemies... The young heroine smiles at her mentor's exchange with Monty, then plops down on the couch next to him with a goofy grin. "Hiya, boss; ya miss me?" Then of course Velocity needs to go all 'whooshy' and perfectly arrange the cookies and stuff like Martha Stewart on Zoom. Jeez, would have been nice if you laid out the chicken, too, Speedy Gonzalez. I wonder is she's vegan or something? Or maybe she just lives on nectar like a hummingbird; yeah, nectar and margaritas... :roll:

Estelle dimples slightly and shakes her head, causing golden ripples to radiate from her head. "Not at all, I'm glad to help." The beautiful blond laughs and shrugs. "To be honest, I've yet to make my mark; I have a habit of overthinking things, so I've been moving at my usual glacial pace." She makes a fist and shakes it rather melodramatically. "I think a hero, or at the very least someone who tries to be a hero, should be a person of action, don't you? Not jotting down notes and labeling samples. Oh well, in time, in time." The appearance of the well-known if somewhat eccentric Teutonic genius makes Gossamer's bright blue eyes go wide. "Dr Archeville, this is an unexpected pleasure, though of course, why wouldn't you be here?" The blond heroine rises, and her 'chair' collapses into a restless mass of tendrils that seem to echo her excitement as she crosses to fiercely shake his hand with both of her own. "This is an honor! Your article in the Journal of Organic Chemistry on alicyclic heterocycles was absolutely gripping!" When they enter, Estelle greets both Velocity and Captain Wonder warmly, and while she is courteous enough to get their names right, smile and make eye contact, it's clear all she really wants to to is pick the doctor's stupendous brain :mrgreen:

Meth labs are something like haunted houses to the kids of today; something you hear horrible stories about, but never expect to encounter unless you grow up in the wrong kind of neighborhood. Most of the stories Grim heard growing up involved crazy 'cooks' all hopped up on the inhaled fumes of their product and fires that take out whole houses. The very sight of Twitchy Pete and his Amazing Exploding Methworks makes her blood run cold. Dear God, what if there are kids in this place? Aren't there always kids in these places? And we're about to hit this place like a ton of bricks... Still invisible to the untrained eye, Grim quickly looks for a crack around the edge of the window just big enough to pour herself through; once she finds one, she closes her eyes, places her fingers right up to the gap and goes soft, oozing inside to form a pool on the kitchen floor. Rival is so going to freak when he finds out about this. :shock:

The consensus seems to be that she can do it, so she will And I rolled a fairly respectable 17, which I can live with for now.

Hey VM, do you want to adjust your action or fill Grim full of needles? I think we're waiting on you here EDIT: Whoops, my bad, I forgot that edits don't show up as updates to the thread. So who's actually up next?

I can't use the dice roller while I'm at work, but I can ask a question. Would Grim be able to use her Insubstantial power at the same time as Blending? I'm fairly sure they're both Sustained duration, so I'm not sure how that works.

Grim steps over to join him, peering up at the hatch right above them. "If it is, I'm gonna kick him in the shins when I see him." She looks around the room some more, still far from sure about anything in it. "We should be careful on the ladders, in case he realy wants us to use them. Actually, you know what? Forget the ladders." She marches over to the nearest wall, extends her claws, and starts defiantly scaling the wall, wedging the toes of her soft boots in-between the panels; when she gets to the ceiling, she continues back overhead, the muscles in her slender arms and legs taut with strain. Finally back at the hatch above, she gives Nighrival a nervous upside down smile. "Any last requests before I open it?"

Lynn's initial response to Ren's shaking is to bury her face deep in her pillow, but after a few seconds some muttered words are mumbled and she lifts her head up. Her short hair sticks up in all sorts of random directions (it slowly reverted to its normal length once she fell asleep), and she's only squinting through one eye, but Bedhead Lynn is still pretty darn adorable. "Murshablen." (At least that's what it sounds like.) She continues to squint as she peers about the room, a surprisingly intense level of scrutiny, until she notices the position of her arms, and finally blinks both eyes awake as her face crumples with regret. "Oh god; tell me I didn't hold you prisoner all night long."

Okay, after much delay, I think it's time for the traditional rolling of Initiative, people; of course, I will be shocked if Velocity isn't first :o

In the blink of an eye, Velocity locates her group, the ones who were headed for the dorms; they are whispering among themselves in a side hallway just off one of the main corridors of the dorm the tour had just left. If at all possible, they seem even more agitated than before as they start opening up their backpacks and fumbling around in their contents. One of the boys is still on his cellphone, nodding repeatedly. Blue Blaster is able to spot his group in a similar out-of-the-way corridor in Cole Hall, the science building, also digging around in their backpacks; he can now get a better look at the large boy, who is talking on his cellphone; his brow is heavy and somewhat receded, and his hands and jaw are massive, which makes his cellphone look ridiculously small by comparison. As Kevin leads the rest of his tour group into Baker, he spots one of the trios of young men he saw earlier on the lawn clustered in a short hallway just inside the entrance; as in the cases above, they appear to be nervously digging in their backpacks while one of their number talks on a cellphone. The boy on the phone locks eyes with Kevin and smiles; he's pale and somewhat scrawny, but as he peers over the top of his shades, one can see an unsettling determination in his bloodshot eyes.

Whisper nods her head in agreement. "This plan is acceptable to me; I can enter an area unseen, observe the use of the combination by a human subject, and then move to your position and relay the information to you. There should be no need to end a human life."

Estelle's eyebrows go up at the Viking's suggestion. "Carry me? Well, I...suppose we could go with that option..." The thought is at first mildly offensive to her, a hulking man toting a modern independent young woman around, but then it occurs to her that perhaps it wouldn't be so bad; sometimes it's nice to waited on hand and foot, and the scientist in her is intrigued to get a sense of his level of strength. At last she nods firmly. "Alright, we'll do it your way." To keep her wild mane from blinding the poor man, she twists most of it into a thick braid that will hang down Ullgir's back, but leaves a slender tendril free to point the way, as she's fairly sure she will be holding on to the Viking for dear life. I'm ready when you are."

BTW, I hope no one has a problem with Gossamer's little chair-making stunt; next month, I think I'm going to add Create Object to her Prehensile Hair, but I figured this to be a bit of a non-combat Power Stunt that would be forgivable under the circumstances. And besides, if she gets a little winded, she's already sitting down, right? ;)

Sorry to let this drag so bad, guys; I'm gonna bite the bullet and post here tonight or first thing tomorrow, and hope I find my confidence as I go along :D

Look for posting here late tonight/tomorrow, the two jobs thing is killing me!

Grim stands with her hands on her hips, squinting up at the numbers. Wait, are you sure? Math was never my strongest subject, but it doesn't quite add up. We've got 1, another 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 13 and 21. One plus one is two, two plus three is five, but after that it doesn't fit. Five plus seven is twelve, seven plus thirteen is twenty even, and only then does thirteen plus twenty-one get you thirty-four." She rubs her chin thoughtfully. "The actual progression would have to be 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, then 8, 13, 21, but we've got a 7 instead of an 8; that's gotta mean somethin', right?"

Dude, I went on Google and did a search with both terms, and unless it's the distance between da Vinci Airport and the tower of Pisa...unlikely, nothing is screaming out at me numerically, so maybe I will just research them individually and look for a connection there.