Moira Morley

What am I, over here? Chopped liver?

Moira, surprisingly, was not that much of a gambler. The Paradise, however, drew her in like a moth to a very warm candle. It was always warm here. And while she could go to anywhere with a bit of help from her godly connections, sometimes she wanted to stay local. Besides, a friend of hers had set something up for her. A date. Something she did plenty of. The weather wasn't a problem for Moira, she just had to coordinate. Winter wear for winter, summer wear for winter. Now? Here? A colorful robe and a one-piece swimsuit. She saw rose talking to someone across the way. She smiled and waved. That must have been her date. Or maybe Rose's? Wait she looked familiar. Approaching to two with a grin, she looked to Maybelle and then to Rose. Kissing Rose on the cheek, "so, what mischief are you up to, dear?" Rose stood up straight and proper, as she would when she introduced a guest, "Maybelle, this is Moira. Moira this is Maybelle." She smiled, looking to Maybelle, "well, this is the place, and I figured you'd need a companion?" Moira looked to Maybelle, "long time no see," she said with polite hand out.

Attack Paragons-Scion: 1d20+8 19 That hits. Olympian Style! DC 27 Toughness. And a grapple check. Grapple Paragons-Scion: 1d20+18 21 Booooo!

The 14th was her birthday. So she bashed it out in style. Though despite her legendary carousing, she was getting weary and probably plopped out somewhere. The last thing she remembered was a dream where she and Apollo were swimming and necking. In the sun. And now? This place. She was being attack by herself. "Damn I look good, but do I really sound that stupid," she grinned. Running forward to meet herself, she blinked on her costume. Red, to match the arena, she guessed. "Speaking of comic books, you have to tell me your tailor after I beat you down." She swung hard with a discus punch, meant to bring the doppelganger to the ground. It connected, but she struggled to bring the armored version of herself down.

Initiative: 1d20+2 8

GM The Paradise, 6PM, March 24, 2018. Rose had done this for Maybelle before. It was not so successful. She swore if it didn't work this time that... there were plenty of fish in the sea. She just wanted to see her friend happy, and not so obsessed with work. It was fine to a degree, but workaholism was bad! Luckily, Rose knew just the person to wind Maybelle down. There was a concerted effort, with Rose at the head, to get Maybelle dating. So, right now, in the middle of winter, they would go to some place warm. The Paradise is a 'tropical resort' year round. Which was fine, she enjoyed the warmth better than the cold. Warmth lead to summer clothing. Of which she made sure Maybelle bought. No work clothes, she warned. Finally, there was the hook up. Rose said they'd met before under inopportune circumstances. And no, it wasn't Greg, again. They would wait in the - very warm - waiting room. There were dressing rooms to get ready for the resort theme.

So, I've edit this statement a lot, because apparently, math This is what I meant to say!

That's good. Should be formatted as such Combat: 12 + 20 = 32PP Attack: +6 Base Defense: +11 (+10 Base, +1 Dodge Focus) Initiative: +1 (+1 Dexterity) Grapple: +5 (+6 Base, -1 Strength) Knockback: -4, -0 without Defensive Roll (+1 Constitution, +8 Defensive Roll) Also, a suggestion. Save yourself a point. Put base defense at 9 and dodge focus at 2. It's mechanically the same as what you're doing now. Should be formatted as such Saving Throws: 7 + 7 + 10 = 24PP Toughness: +9/+1 (+1 Con, +8 Defensive Roll) Fortitude: +8 (+1 Con, +7) Reflex: +8 (+1 Dex, +7) Will: +13 (+3 Wis, +10) Another suggestion? I'd cut five points out of this. The normal character has an average of PL-2 to exotic saves. Which would be 24 for PL10. You have 29. Fascinate (Perform) needs a specialization. Like Fascinate (Perform [singing]) Why does this character have All-Out Attack? Powers: 14 + 33 + 3 = 49PP Enhanced Charisma 14 [14PP] Illusion 10 (All Senses; Flaws: Phantasms; Power Feats: Alternate Power 3) [33PP] Alternate Power: Dazzle 7 (All Senses; Power Feats: Precise) [29/30] Alternate Power: Mind Control 9 (Extras: Sensory Link; Power Feats: Precise) [28/30] Alternate Power: Stun 9 (Extras: Range 2 [Perception]; Flaws: Limited [Daze]; Power Feats: Accurate) [28/30] Immunity 5 (Dazzle Effects; Flaws: Limited [Half Effect]) [3PP] Few things here. Which Thevshi and Ari have most likely mentioned! So I'll keep it short. Illusion Power is 33 points. Precise is Precise Shot for powers. Dazzle will need it, but not Mind Control. Stun, as you have it, does not need Accurate. Perception effects don't have an attack roll. The powers should have names and descriptors. Your array powers, what do they do outside of mechanics? Immunity, what's protecting her? How is her Charisma enhanced? Mind Control and Stun, as you have them, are Perception Range.

"Thanks," Moira said kissing the spirit conduit. Carnal hummed a bit. Now a nice long ride to the spaceport. The car, new on the inside than the outside, had modern amenities. One of those was auto-drive. She pushed the button. "Destination, baby," the machine spoke sultry voice, "oh you're not Mr Suvou!" Moira snickered at the car's computer. A cartoon lady with 'ample' features. "Oh boy, aren't you cute," Moira smirked, "I'm Mr Suvou's new car warmer." "Name please," the cartoon lady fumed. Moira paused a moment, she knew she couldn't fool an automated system, but if she knocked it out, she was going to have to find another vehicle. And there weren't many other choices. "Sc10n." "Alright, Sc10n, what would be your destination," the cartoon lady jiggled and bounced as it recorded the information, drawing snickers from Moira again. "Tyson-Musk Industries Spaceport, please," she said with a sharp exhale, "it's the closest without traffic." Or obstacles, she didn't say.

Happy birthday, @olopi! I got you a birthday card

Moira sensed the pride in Alexa's craft, it was genuine. And, after looking at all those videos she did, her talent was as well. "My lips are sealed," she said drawing a finger across her lips and and throwing away the key. She really was excited about the prospect of videos for her own channel. Maybe she and Alexa could be partners or something like that. Moira had never been there, but she knew it was by invite only.A few friends of friends went there. She never thought about it. "Well, I guess I could go back to school for a few days," she said jokingly. The coffees she ordered came just in time as she was about to get up. To be fair, she thought she was going to be here longer. She explained to the waitress - what do they call servers in a coffee shop? - that she would take a carry out. She looked to Alexa, "you need transport back to your place?"

Moira nodded about the looking like Scion part. Some people couldn't put two and two together. Not that she held it against them. "Easier than you'd think," she smirked, "I've met her a few times myself. She's very much a big talker. But she can back it up, I guess." She laughed, "when not doing all that super cool stuff, she's very... let's just say, she's pretty intense. Being a divinity and all." Moira was laughing her butt off inside her head. Half-truths, basically. Scion was herself turned up to eleven, but Moira wasn't really much below that setting herself. Looking at the designs, she smiled. This was very good. It was the pop cultural vision of the Olympian realms. She couldn't hold it against the girl that had never been there. Maybe one day she'd show her. But now? Moira nodded, "I like it. It looks better than some of the grimy flicks from a few years back." That was almost a decade ago. Alexa was most likely in single digits when it came out! Moira would watch it with Gretchen to nitpick it. And boy did Gretchen love nitpicking. "How does this work? Green screen? Practical effects?"

Boy Genius Gadgeteer "Time travel? Not yet." Abilities 0 + 0 + 0 + 10 + 6 + 0 = 16pp Strength 10 (+0) Dexterity 10 (+0) Constitution 10 (+0) Intelligence 20/30 (+5/+10) Wisdom 16 (+3) Charisma 10 (+0) Combat 6 + 6 = 12pp Attack +3 (base), +7 (range) Grapple +3 Damage +0 (unarmed), +7 (blaster) Defense +7 (+3 base, +4 dodge focus; +2 flat-footed) Knockback -3, -0 without suit Initiative +0 Saving Throws 4 + 4 + 4 = 12pp Toughness +7 (+0 without suit) Fortitude 4 (+4) Reflex 4 (+4) Will 4 (+7) Skill 56 = 14pp Computers 5 (+15) Concentration 6 (+9) Craft (chemical) 5 (+15) Craft (electronic) 5 (+15) Craft (mechanical) 5 (+15) Disable Device 5 (+15) Knowledge (arcane lore) 5 (+15) Knowledge (life sciences) 5 (+15) Knowledge (physical sciences) 5 (+15) Knowledge (technology) 5 (+15) Search 5 (+15) Feats 13pp Artificer Attack Focus (ranged) 4 Dodge Focus 4 Eidetic Memory Inventor Precise Shot Uncanny Dodge (mental) Powers 16 + 10 + 12 = 38pp Alien Brain . . Enhanced Intelligence 10 . . Quickness 6 (x100) Blaster: Device 3 (easy to lose; Power Feats: Restricted [coded, DC 25 Computers check]) . . Light Blast: Damage 7 (Extras: Range [Ranged]) Q-Suit: Device 3 (hard to lose) . . Gravity Nullification: Flight 4 (100MPH) . . Nanoweave Armor: Protection 7 Totals: Abilities 16 + Combat 12 + Saving Throws 12 + Skill 14 + Feats 13 + Powers 38 = 105pp

Scion Relay Freedom City's Got Talent Take Me Down To the Paradise City Battle Roil: Scion vs. Scion

I did turn in a count in November

Moira nodded. The girl was fresh out of the pond it seemed, at least linguistically. "<Yeah, I have your back,>" Moira affirmed in Greek, "<but I insist>," she glowed gold one more time, her flowing costume appeared, "<let's do this more formally!>" Moira smiled, "<there are more things in heaven and earth...>" She could never finish that statement right. Still, it was time to take fishy down. Rushing twoard the makeshift rubble wall, it was easy enough to plow through with her strength. Ray had disappeared though. "So, he's going to make his defeat more severe, is he," she asked her self rhetorically.

Nullify Electronic System 10 (Contagious, Range [Touch]). But I gotta hit. Nullify Sensebot, hit and opposed: 1d20+8 23 1d20+10 27

Madness was one of her favorite spirits. It gave her actual insights some time. She just had to listen for it. Other times, not unlike Anger, it was pretty damn straight forward. Go! It was time for action. She gave into Madness' plea and let the spirit take her fast as she could. But those sensebots would be everywhere. There needed to be a plan other than 'run'. The sensebots may have not had brains, but they did have tech running through them. A jolt from her spirits and she could shut down one if not many.

"Thanks for the run down," Moira sent up another message, "we'll talk about important stuff later. Right now I'm going to see what happens. Put my two cents in if need be. Do stick around if you want to see some action. No, not that kind." Moira looked at the mess, "really? I guess your costume really is the only thing going for you. Brains are pretty lacking," she taunted the fish villain. She rushed a few bystanders out of the way of the falling rubble, taking a few superficial hits herself. "Heroes, mind you," she pointed at Devil Ray, "come in many shapes and sizes!"

Moira decided to go simple today. Denim jeans, a black tshirt with a cartoonish red imp holding a pitchfork with a halo on it, and a light brown jacket. She really didn't need the jacket, her Olympian blood made the mortal temperatures bearable, but some people were disconcerted when she wore summer clothing during winter. And she didn't want to freak anyone out. HugAMug was new to Moira. Not that she hadn't heard of the business. She just never got the time or it just slipped her mind. That and Gretchen made some of the best mixed coffees. Still, Moira would oblige Alexa, as the book store wouldn't be the most opportune meeting area. Walking in, she spotted Alexa easily. She waved over the busy crowd. A few people looked at her like she was waving at them. But she made her way to her 2PM meeting. "Good afternoon," she said sitting at the table Alexa was at. She reached out a hand, it was warm to the touch unlike the weather outside. "Nice to meet you."

Moira looked at her own channel and recorded a few short videos on her phone. It didn't look professional. She was used to personal stuff like Snapchat and Instagram. She sat in a chair and put her phone on a stand. "Record," she said kicking back in a chair. "Hello," she said soft and inviting, while sitting up, "I'm Moira. Welcome to my channel. I'm going to... what am I going to do? Things. Lot of interesting things." She grunted unhappily and picked up the phone. "Delete," she said as she threw away the offending video. Some people are actors and some people are directors, she thought. Luckily, Alexa had responded. To: Zhu.Xieng@gmail.com From: Moira.Morley@morleyspub.com Subject: Re: Hi! Would you like to star in a movie? Meeting would be fine. Some time during the weekend? You doing school and all, I wouldn't want to eat into your school work. Hit me back with a text. Phone (609) KL5-6699 Facebook divineheart88 Twitter moiramorley88

Moira loved social media. She took to it like a fish out of water. Instagram - one public, one private - and Twitter - only one public! - were her her life blood ever since she got back from Olympus. Still, she stayed away from posting Youtube videos. It looked like more busy work than it was worth. But she had an account just in case. She actually started it a couple of months ago. Nothing was on it. And now she got her, like, three thousandth 'you wanna shoot something' email. Though somehow this one hadn't hit the spam folder. Impressive. She opened it just for fun, wondering what sleazy offering waited for her. Much to her surprise, it wasn't! The offer was short and sweet. Nothing suspicious. Claremont student. Alexa. Couple of afternoons. Acting cred. She smiled at the last one. Before she left, she had some aspirations to be an actress. Landed her on a few casting calls. But she was too flighty back then. Living day to day. But now? Well, that sounded interesting. Combing through Alexa's channel, Moira found some well done videos. Professional. Almost like it wasn't done by a high schooler. Then again, high schoolers were a lot more advanced then when she went to school almost 10 years ago. She poked around for an hour or two more, watching videos. Alexa's, then a few more... and then some others... And then sh remembered she hadn't actually responded to the email! To: Zhu.Xieng@gmail.com From: Moira.Morley@morleyspub.com Subject: Re: Hi, would you like to star in a movie? Alexa, You wouldn't know how many offers I get like this a day. Though they're not honest. But you? You seem like a good one! I'll accept your offer on one condition. You help me get started on my own channel. Deal? Yours, Moira

She closed the phone. It wasn't going to do anything but tear the wound. He was mad. She was going to let him vent. Maybe she'd let him do that whole 'let him go and he'll come back' Aphrodite suggested. It sounded like some 90s sitcom lesson of the day. She turned her thoughts to other things. Love, while important, she had other things to attend to. The business. Friends. Heroism. Friends. The temple... friends, friends, friends. Dammit. She spent the night in the arms of another. Confiding her problems unto them. Someone she'd known for longer than most. Someone who knew. They said the same thing Aphrodite said. Time heals all wounds. It couldn't be that simple. Could it? She sat up and reached for her phone. The text to Max was still empty. Maybe, in time, she'd have the words to fix everything. Damn time.

Moira hated every time she had to do this. Hurting a true friend was hurtful to her too. She had to let him go now. He was obviously wasn't going to listen. She opened her mouth one more time, trying not to put her foot in it. "If it means anything to you - it does to me - you were more than familial love." Still he went away. She let him go. She stood in the door way for a time after the door was shut... into a million pieces. "More than familial," Aphrodite questioned. "Now's not the time, mother," Moira tossed back. She was quiet for a moment and then sighed. "Actually, you've not been through this with me before. Have you?" "No dear," Aphrodite said somberly, "and I know you want to do something. I could fix everything for you. Have him eating out of the palm of-" Moira rubbed her temple, "No no no no," each one getting angrier. "Listen," she said somberly, "I'm not looking for help. Just advice." "Time will ease his pain. Your pain. Time eases all pain," Aphrodite said trying to comfort her child. "he'll go on. And if he truly understands, he'll come back." Moira scoffed at the thought of this being on him. It wasn't. She should have said something earlier. She pulled out her phone and opened a text box to him. No words. Nothing came to her mind.

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