Supercape

GM "By Hoover! She did it! She actually did it!" spluttered the Suit, who was half expecting the whole thing to go south on him. "Zoom in! Get it all! This should satisfy that loony!" he said excitedly, watching the show unfold in front of him. He rushed up to Carrie. "Go Silhouette!" he said with a smile on his face "Damn, did you see that? she kicks ass! Damn, I wish I could get her autograph, that would sure be one to show to the Grandchildren, huh?" The man actually seemed excited. "We got a whole chip full of photo's, videos, the lot! that was perfect. Hey, I don't know how you pulled that off, but you are one lucky gal to have those kind of strings to pull, honey!" He took another look at the footage. "Yessir, that's more than enough. Got both of you in the shoot, clean and good. Ma'am, sorry to have inconvenienced you, but rest assured that our client will be off your back now!" he smiled, and shook her hand politely. Clutching his prized shots, the four men walked back to their car.

Synth felt for the poor woman. But, unfortunately, she hadn't been looking in that direction. "I'm sorry" she replied. "I can't say, I..well, I was not looking that way.." her voice was soft an apologetic. "But what you say is certainly plausible. Somebody mimicking your appearance that is. I know that." On that matter Synth was quite certain. She could do it herself.

Indeed, just HORROR!

GM By the time the butcher had wrapped up some (what looked like well prepared and good quality) sheeps offal, the flies had become a swarm and the customers in the queue had departed. "What the devil is this?" shouted the butcher, handing Marceau the meat. "Claude! Phone the public works! this is outrageous!!!" he yelled. "Putro, putredo Gallu adventum!"* roared the old lady behind him in a horrible, deep and rasping voice, her body contorting and oblivious to the world. She opened her mouth wide, her jaw dislocating from her skull and hanging loosely. A horrible buzzing heralded the onslaught of flies...flies!!! everywhere!!! pouring from her mouth!!! *Translation

Another plauge! This is a Reflex save DC 20 Then, Fort Save DC 20 (or 15 if you make the roll) to avoid being sickened The flies are crawling everywhere - your face, nostrils, into your mouth etc.

Just an inquiry, could Supercape use tracking superpower here?

GM "Damn flies!" cursed the Butcher "where the devil have they come from, ruin my business!" he cursed. Indeed, there were more of them now, flying around the shop. "I do apologise Sir!" he said as diplomatically as possible to Marceau "rest assured that we at La viande des Dieux* take hygiene most seriously. We have the finest meats in Paris, nay, France! We do however appear to be beset by the damn thing's today...must be the cold air outside..." he added, unconvincingly.. "In any case" he continued, slapping down to meaty hands and trapping two more flies. "What can I get you?" *The Meat of the Gods

I'm struggling to think of anything that you could use in an appartment building with no water... thoughts?

Niave youngster!

GM "I just want to be Nora again..." said Nora, her voiced etched with sadness. "I was nothing special, just a poor girl, living off the streets when times was 'ard. I weren't too bright, I weren't too strong. My mam', she died, giving birth to me, and My daddy, well he wasn't so much of a daddy at all. 'All I could say for myself was that I got good and just plain 'survivin, any which way I could. And some of those ways, those ways weren't going down to well with decent folk. But Nora, well, Nora didn't much mind any how, as long as she got to surviving. Guess it go so much of a fight to survive, I didn't give much thought to whether I should be surviving. And I was hungry, and I was cold..." "You folks today, you would never know..." she said, with an Iron meanness to her voice. "So, I want to be just old Nora again, don't know what I would do, but I'll do what I got to..."

Streetwise skill, untrained, (DC 10) to recognise that the woman is probably a "woman of the night" (keep it polite in the thread!).

GM "Help....help!" came a faint voice, a woman's voice. It was from room 309, the door was ajar, but already aflame. The smoke and heat were really unbearable here. Looking in, Omen could see a woman, wrapped up in a dressing gown, hand over her mouth, coughing. She looked injured, and was crawling along the floor. It was hard to see in the smoke, but it looked like her left leg was broken, perhaps badly. The room itself was ablaze in several areas, and part of the ceiling had collapsed, on fire. It was surely that collapse that had injured the young woman. She looked Spanish, or thereabouts, with a dark olive complexion and a heavily made up face, now awash with tears from the smoke and fear. "Help me...my leg..." she whispered, coughing. Unfortunately, some collapsed ceiling had blocked off the door, and was quietly ablaze, a wall of flame between the woman and the door...

Dude in a Suit is obviously lying - there is somebody back who is not dead (or at least, he thinks is not dead!)

GM "Ah...I..." stuttered the man, looking over his shoulder at the fumes, smoke and flames behind him. "I...dunno...I think maybe, er, someone, er, I think she is dead, I saw her burn up, it was...horrible..." He looked at Omen again, panic in his eyes. "Look, anyways, we gotta get out of here, this whole building is gonna go! some bomb's went off, you understand? it ain't safe here anymore!" he gulped, and without ran to the stairs. "Come on, dude! Don't waste your time here!" he yelled, to the sound of some more falling ceiling. Indicating that Omen and the Russian should go to the second floor with him.

Throw me a Sense Motive ROll DC 12

Synth was dressed almost respectably today: in Jeans, and a hooded sweatshirt. Her hair still looked like she had been dragged through a hedge backwards however, a short scruffy mop. Still, today she was dressed well enough that that synthetic good looks was evident, and she had some attention. She didn't really want it. What she was interested in was McDermott's and the protest group. She had brought some coffee and had just, well, "hung out" with the protest group. She drew the line at singing protest songs however. She doubted she could sing. Well, properly sing. She turned around when the hue and cry went out. With an frightful turn of heel and speed, she launched herself at full pace towards the commotion.

Tagged! Also, spending a move action to configure some PP, and as a free activation activating enhanced STR and CON! PP: Super-coiled muscles and bones: 2 PP Speed and 2 PP Leaping (x5 leaping, Speed now 25mph base).

GM A man, dressed in a suit, came stumbling out of the smoke. He was of a largish build, African American, maybe in his thirties. Looked like a banker, or a city boy. He looked slightly singed but otherwise in fair health, although he was coughing violently. "Get...*hack*...get me out of here!" he said, grabbing Omen by his costume and pleading with him. "We gotta get out of here...now...this whole floor is ablaze...gotta...get out!..." he said, gripped by panic. "Pathetic!" replied the Russian "You risking your the skin for him?" he asked Omen, a trace of his contempt coming back. "Throw him out window, that save him from the burning, eh?" The suited man gave the Russian a fearful but defiant look "Nobodies throwing me out of the window? I got too much to live for! Its every man for himself!"

GM The old woman just stared straight ahead, mumbling to herself. A fly landed on her face, and she paid in not attention. Then another landed on it. Phillipe took his order of pheasant and waved at Marceau "best meats in Paris!" he smiled "you must say hello to uncle Verdoux from me!" he added as he walked out, satisfied. He waved his hand at the air, batting away another fly. "What can I get you, Sir?" said the butcher, slapping his hand on the table and squashing a fly "we have any and all meats known to mankind!" he added, proudly. A slight buzzing could be heard all around.

OK, ill wait at this point for DS42's reponse (or non response)!

Supercape graciously took the USB device from the admiral. He paused a while, watching Ironclad and Quintescence scurry off excitedly. He had not the technological skill of Ironclad to be interested in, or indeed understand, the ships engines (other than in a highly theoretical way), and when he could travel the universe, the excitement of this particular quarter of space held no particular attraction. He tucked the device away and decided to simply head off to his quarters, bidding his companions and the Lor goodbye. He lay down on his bed, contemplating the events. He had a sneaking suspicion there was more to the whole matter than met the eye, but despite turning it over and stewing on it, he came to the conclusion that there was simply no way of penetrating the matter further until he knew more. Rest assured, his eyes closed, and he decided to take advantage of a sleep, to be better rested.

Ace. Could I have a little direction in IC about what Omen is doing next? :)

NOt yet!

Hazard Time: Reflex Roll DC 12 to avoid the Steel Girder collapsing on you. If it hits, thats a DC 20 Toughness roll. Now, in addition the Russian will have to make the same rolls. Of course, you can shove him out of the way but that raises your Reflex DC to 17!

GM The Big Russian, clearly frightened, alternated between resisting and helping. One thing was certain, he would be a big lump of dead weight if he was unconscious. Omen kicked open the door to the stairs - the designated emergency escape. It was full of fumes but still empty. The apartment complex was 5 floors. The top, where he had busted in, was pretty empty. The ground level was halls and reception, so that was probably relatively empty too. That left floors 3,2, and 1, with the residents in. There was an outside iron fire escape, hopefully at least some residents had managed to get away. Another explosion boomed through the stairwell, and with it, the roof cracked, spraying debris over Omen and the Russian. It was swiftly followed by a belch of smoke and a large part of the roof collapsed on them, with a steel girder swinging straight towards the pair!