Avenger Assembled

The inside of the gym was lushly laid out, equipped with the top-of-the-line facilities of a private school with a very large endowment. There were strength-training areas, various treadmills and bike machines, and the usual array of sports equipment around any new high school gymnasium. For his part, Mark headed for the basketball court, smoothly scooping up a discarded ball. "So, you guys wanna spot me?" He tossed the ball behind him, the ball neatly whiffing through the net behind him.

Dee-Dee shook her head, rubbing her temples as Psyche's mental energies brushed against her brain. Narrowing her eyes, she looked around the room before fixing her gaze directly on Alex, her mental acuity sussing out exactly who it was who was busting against the edges of her brain!

Wander: 29 Breakdown: 23 Psyche: 19 Edge: 17 Geckoman: 17 (goes first because of his higher modifier) Candy: 13 Dee-Dee: 11 Phalanx: 10 Wander, you're up.

If we all pool our PP, we can buy the Universe as an HQ!

Hi all, Claremont's first PC super-team is in the process of being born. We need a name. Any thoughts?

Given how active we all are and the nature of the thread, let's make sure we post our actions in the order of initiative this time. That is all. ;)

Let's roll for initiative, shall we? 17

Now that its true form was exposed, the "head" folded back into its carapace along with several smaller, similar digits. The multi-limbed creature standing behind the bank of computers reached down with long, insectile forelimbs to remove the vocoder from a mouth bearded by rows of delicate grey tentacles, making a slick, wet sound as the small metal box was removed, then placed gently on the computer screen before it. The Archeville stared at Dark Star and Viktor with wide, black eyes, spreading its long forelimbs out as if in greeting. All the while, the lower forelimbs, so like the arms of a man, worked frantically still at the computers beneath it, Archeville's genius allowing it to keep working even now. It shifted its weight, its lower limbs thick and heavy like an elephant's legs, and made a low noise in its throat. "WELL? I TOLD YOU NOT TO LOOK!" The worst part in that alien roar was that even from a throat made inhuman, that was clearly the voice of Dr. Viktor Archeville.

Those of you who make the Notice check note that the new arrival, Dee-Dee, has eyes that turn all spiraly and weird for a minute. She seems to be using some kind of weird hypnotic power on Geckoman, even though it doesn't seem to have taken.

OK, the problems I had have been explained. Approved

Your Toughness appears to be +10. (+2 from Con, +5 from Protection, +3 from Phobia) Or is the Impervious Tou from Phobia to be applied directly to your existing non-Impervious Toughness?

Geez3r's got the right of it. You can buy Luck and _say_ what it's for, just not at a lower cost. (And as quote says, 2 Luck points for 1 PP is a bit too good of a deal.)

No Reflex save at all on Marcus?

Are you sure you want to play a melee fighter with such shockingly low Strength? You are basically a readied Disarm away from having terrible things happen, just terrible. (I don't have a problem with it; all characters should have a good, solid weakness.) Are you sure you want an Iron weakness that severe? (Note that by comparison it's only slightly worse than a vampire's allergy to sunlight.)

Looks good. Approved

Shaen, have an HP.

She's got Subtle, so you need to pass that DC 20 Notice check to know what she was trying to do with you. And you certainly can roll your Bluff to try and fake it.

No, demoralizing is a standard action.

"Oh." Suitably intimidated by her angry benefactor, Magpie looked away. For those who'd fought Rachel Trask in the room, a fairly large set, it was decidedly odd to see that look on her face. She wasn't just afraid; she was nigh-on broken. "That is his headquarters," Ray agreed, shooting his sister a worried look as his arms went around her again. "That's...that's where our families are. He keeps them near his master control room, so he can make sure they grow up thinking of him as the head of their family."

OK, Geez3r, it's on you!

Archer nodded, thinking about that one. "That one's interesting. How about this. Let's say that Dr. Stratos has seized control of the top of the Pyramid Plaza." As he spoke, this time the simulation around them shifted to match his words, transforming the Doom Room into a simulation of the incredibly tall triple skyscrapers in downtown Freedom. Dr. Stratos himself stood by a massive death-ray, laughing manically as lightning bolts played across his fingers. "And you're fighting him." Eddie got to see a version of himself in a generic "caped" costume fighting Stratos, the two trading cartoon punches before Stratos turned from the fight to deliberately blast the side of one of the nearby buildings at his full power, shattering oceans of glass and steel and making the whole tower visibly shudder. "If you stop and help evacuate the building, Stratos will have time to build his weather ray and hold the world hostage to his mad schemes. But if you don't help evacuate the building, it may collapse, killing thousands in front of your eyes. What do you think is the right decision, Eddie?"

Do we have any other plans for this thread?

"They're not really that destructive," said Mark with a little laugh. "I mean, I'm not like Megastar or anything. I just...make accidents happen. Really big accidents. I definitely can't use them in the gym. I can keep from hurting people, but not from hurting the scenery." He led the way down to the gym, narrating a little bit as he went about the school's history. When Erin asked James about his powers, he fell silent, letting the other boy take center stage when it was his turn.

Ecal, I need a Will save vs. DC 16. For the rest of you, a Notice check vs. 25. (Thanks to the crowded conditions of the bar.) DC 20 for Psyche and Geckoman, since Psyche has a mental link up and the power is being used on Geckoman.

Mark didn't know what to make of Erin's reaction to the concert. He was savvy enough to tell that she wasn't thrilled about being here, but she didn't seem particularly discontent with her unhappiness. She was a mystery. Truthfully, he was more concerned about Alex and Chris; Alex for the obvious discomfort she was experiencing, Chris for the danger he'd put himself in. But there was only so much he could do in situations like this, so he settled for keeping a close eye on them, only half-paying attention to the concert. Truthfully, attention wasn't something which he usuall paid, and the deficit in his mental bank account wasn't something he really noticed. At the end of the concert, when everyone but the superheroes was distracted by the rocking final performance of "Troublemaker," he did notice the lovely green-haired woman who walked over to join Chris and 'Candy,' a big smile on her face. Leaning over to his friends, he gave them a nudge, watching as the woman introduced herself. "Oh hi, Candy," she said with a warm smile at her friend. "Is this the guy you texted me about?" She beamed at Chris. "I'm Dee-Dee," and at her words, she gave Chris a long, deep look that seemed to probe him to his very core.