Heritage

Estelle de Havilland has been inside a lot of fancy homes in her lifetime, even a palace when she was much younger, but something about this place is special; is it actually so different from the rest, or is the mere knowledge that it's home to an otherworldly inhabitant enough to gently warp one's perceptions? Everything seems sharper and more distinct; is the air somehow clearer, or more conductive to light? And then she sees her host :shock: Estelle herself is quite stunning; the way her shimmering golden hair cascades over her shoulders and down her back, the cut and color of her blue-and-white jumpsuit (recently refitted by a professional designer) showing her athletic build to good effect and making her blue eyes sparkle. A few weeks ago she finally decided to embrace what she is, what she's now become, and just enjoy it; the jumpsuit makeover was the first step. But this man, this smiling silver god... She grabs two lengths of hair as though she wore a gown, and curtsies like she hasn't done in years, though her form is still perfect. "This is indeed a pleasure, sir. I am Doctor Estelle de Havilland, but you may call me Gossamer, if you wish."

That may be my shortest post ever, but I couldn't think of anything to add to it; I think it's perfect as it is ;)

Grim just shakes her head as she stares balefully at the numbers on the walls. "Man, I hate Sudoku."

I am going to be incredibly shallow and spend Gossamer's one PP on a rank of Attractive :oops: I am doing this because 1) I am a guy, 2) women in comics are always purty, and 3) so I don't have to worry about folks saying Charisma isn't the same as being attractive :roll: Also as I was describing the character to my sister during our carpool after work today (She's a bit of a nerd wannabe, god bless her), I was talking about how striking her hair was, the first thing anyone noticed, and realized that a rank of Attractive would really help sell that :love: As to how this works with her already being in a thread with the Norseman and suddenly just getting prettier the next month (admittedly a silly concept), let's just say that she is getting more comfortable with herself post-transformation. She always tried to downplay her looks in academia, since people tended to take her less seriously, but now you know what? Let 'em stare! :twisted: I vow that in the future I will use all my power points for good, not evil (Most. Smilies. Ever! :ugeek:)

Mark, can I just thank you for referencing The Hudsucker Proxy in this thread's title? Kudos, sirrah!

Estelle smiles and waves a hand at Ullgir's apology. "Don't worry about it, I've heard far worse, mostly from my own family as of late." She sighs and looks somewhat forlorn, but then shakes off her gloomy mood. "But enough of my moping, we need to get you properly fed." The pretty scientist strokes her chin thoughtfully. "Actually, I can get us over to the steakhouse a little quicker, if you don't object to a girl like me carrying you." She flexes her rather modest muscles in a classic body-building pose, which is however mirrored by two massive twined limbs of hair from either side of her head, making her look a bit like a character in a Dr. Seuss book before she allows them to unravel back into the golden cloud. A few onlookers gasp but others chuckle; Estelle herself laughs at the ridiculous display, a laugh much louder than her outer sophistication would suggest were possible. "I'm sorry. I actually could carry you, you know; swing all the way there with your legs kicking in the air...or do you fly like the gods yourself?" She smiles and shrugs. "I wouldn't want to slow you down."

Sorry I've taken so long to reply to this, I think I'm over thinking Gos' responses, trying too hard to play her smart Plus I was hella busy this weekend.

Hmm, this thread seems to be problematical; we can't seem to get a GM and the group has been split up over the issue of hot dogs. Grim and Velocity are about to meet in Monty's garage, Kizzy and Lynn are chatting about going on a patrol together, and Velocity and Kizzy have chatted breifly about school, powers and shopping, so at least some connections have been made. Do we want to try and tie this one up, or should we make a bigger push to get a GM? I'm open to either one.

Lynn frowns slightly when she realizes her own concept of justice is slightly at odds with Kizzy's. Wow, she’s such a nice girl! Am I going to be a bad influence on her? Am I going to be like the Artful Dodger, because that would really blow. “Um, okay, yeah, we can totally play it that way; y’know, whatever you feel comfortable with is cool.†Trying to shift the conversation to more common moral ground, the young biker laughs and starts rubbing the side of her face. “And yeah, super-baddies hit super-hard; you might actually do a little better than me, since you might be able to stay out of harm’s reach. I’ve had my clock cleaned a few times.†Unfortunatly, now Lynn cannot get the song “Consider Yourself†from Oliver! out of her head, and begins softly whistling despite her attempts at surpressing it :roll:

Finally Lynn opens the door and steps out; she's wearing a lilac Tinkerbell baby-T with matching sleepy pants and is brushing her teeth. "Almost done, just gotta finish this and wash my face.' She smiles and goes back into the non-working bathroom, this time leaving the door open. After a few more moments of banging around, she reenters the room, wiping her face with a disposable baby towelette, which she then drops in a garbage bag with the rest of the evenings trash. She ties the bag up and tucks it onto the top shelf of the closet, out of the cats' reach, and then quietly moves about the room, blowing out all the candles. Once she's blown out out the last of them, leaving the whole room in near darkness (which bothers none of its current inhabitants), she pads over to the bed, climbs under the sheets and beckons Ren to join her. "Alright, Mr X-Ray Vision, come to bed." ;)

I just started working full weekend shifts at my part-time job, and it's taking a lot out of me; I will be posting this weekend, but it might take a while.

Dude, if you would ever like to work on anything together, and I do mean anything, let me know; I love collaborating with other writers, I find it brings out the best in me, as this website has shown :D

Lynn nods. "Yeah, well two actually, if you count Return to Oz; that one scared me so bad I nearly peed my pants when I was a kid. Awesome movie though, both of them." She stops and looks with some guilt over to the shut door; faint scratching sounds can be heard from near the bottom. Lynn sighs and puts down the garbage she's carrying and approaches it. "Alright babies, Momma's gonna let you out, but you're going to have to promise to be nice to my friend." The minute the door is open, the three cats scamper into the room and make a beeline for the bed, hiding under it all the way back in the farthest corner possible. The young woman laughs and shrugs. "Maybe that's for the best, if they feel safest under there. I washed all the sheets and pillowcases at the laundromat, so it should be pretty darn comfortable." As she continues getting ready, Lynn's mood changes subtlety to a mixture of shyness and excitement; she keeps adjusting the pillows and bed coverings just so, and then she picks up a bag lying on the floor nearby. "So, any clothes I make, that I normally wear...are like an extension of me. It's not like they're made of skin or anything gross, but I do, y'know, make them from my...mass or whatever." Her cheeks go delightfully pink as she pulls something wrapped in plastic out of the bag. "Which means they, um, kind of disappear...when I sleep." Lynn holds up the plastic package with a big goofy grin on her face. "So I bought some jammies!" She laughs nervously as she points towards the door to the bathroom. "I'm gonna go change, so...be right back!" She dashes out of the room and slams the door behind her. "And no peeking!"

Unfortunately the new guy doesn't get her sense of humor, which is sad but hardly earth-shattering, but on the plus side, he's some sort of Southern gentleman, so that's kinda nice. She smiles and nods as she sidles past him and calls out to anyone in the shop. "Monty, you here? I brought some grub for folks but I totally spaced on any sort of beverages; do you have any drinks?" Grim then turns her attention back to the new face, er, mask as she puts down the bags. "Thanks for your help with the door, appreciate it." She holds out a gloved hand in greeting. "I'm Grimalkin, nice to meet ya."

Colby fishes out two large ziplock bags out of her jacket and deposits the bottle and shoe into one of each. "Looks like she might have brought the bottle in with her; what the hell was she doing drinking out here by herself?" She looks around the area, frustrated by the lack of tracks. "Catherine, in your vision did she just continue on down the path?"

This is kind of your show, so I would say why don't you take it to the next phase and we'll follow ;)

Ok, Kizzy, Grim and Velocity have lost their potential antagonist, since Warmonger begged off due to his crazy schedule. Would anyone else want to run a few NPCs to make our lives diffiuclt? Parkside Angels IC and OOC.

Yeah, I know; let me see if we can get someone else to attack us, don't what to lose Velocity.

Until she has a better idea how tough these guys are, Grim is going into Total Defense mode, but should be acting next round.

With the speed of a creeping glacier, I've been developing a comic book called Grimalkin about the character who's been all over the place on this site, but my lack of discipline has been a real problem. I think things will move faster once I have an artist to collaborate with, but I'd like to have at least one issue written before I go shopping around for a collaborator. A few things about the character have changed since I've played her here, all for the better mind you, but it has made me rethink certain assumptions I had about the ongoing storyline, which has set me back even farther :roll: I'm shooting to have the first issue ready for publishing, even if it's only an ashcan edition, for Wizard World/San Diego ComicCon 2009, so wish me luck!

Lynn takes a big bite out of one of her dogs and munches on it noisily, then washes it down with a swig of pop. "Nah, it's fairly new territory for me, like a year and six months, but I've been fighting crime since maybe December, and I love it. I think my powers are somehow magic based, but I'm not exactly sure why I get that feeling." Lynn laughs and shakes her head. "I've seen her around and stuff, but we haven't worked together or anything; I doubt she'd even remember my name." The shapechanger is convinced Kizzy would be a great addition to Nightrival's team, but doesn't feel comfortable bringing it up without first checking with her mentor; however, it wouldn't hurt to take a step in that direction... "Say, would you like to go on a patrol sometime? We could start out slow, just for a few hours, and then still have time to hit a club afterwards. We could do it on a Friday night so you wouldn't be late for classes the next day." She grins and nudges the younger girl with an elbow. "You can flirt with all the boys you save and everything." ;)

The blonde superhuman winces as she continues to stroll with the Viking. "Hmm, sad to say I'm part of that 'dark cloud', as you so eloquently put it. Magic has always frightened me because it doesn't seem to make sense; something that doesn't follow the laws of logic, at least as I understand them, seems terribly dangerous." She laughs ruefully. "Of course, science has probably proven to be far more terrible, at least in the last century, than magic has ever been." Estelle frowns. "Something bad, like apocalyptic? What's it called...Ragnarok, isn't it? The final battle of the gods..." She shivers, and her hair wraps around her shoulders like a protective cocoon.

"We've got a tic-tac-toe situation going on here, three by three rows of squares on all sides, like we're inside a Rubik's cube. There's some kind of writing or engraving on all the boxes, but I can't make 'em out." Grim peers back up to the hatch above. "You don't happen to have a flashlight, do you? 'Cause I ain't doing anything else until you get your butt down here, boss."

Grim hears someone approaching from behind, but judging from the pace and complete; lack of stealth, it's either a friend or a foe so confident you don't want to give him the satisfaction of being surprised. Hoping for the former, she turns to face the newcomer; judging from his outfit, he's a very brave man. She nods and raises one of the bags in greeting. "Hi, you here for the audition, too? Man, I loooove American idol, don't you? Do you think Simon's really that mean, or does he just act that way when he's on TV?" ;)

Got a kind of so-so roll.