KnightDisciple

Um. Let me think something up, and I'll post it.

Only moments after Vivian disappears from the women's restroom, Carson jogs by them. He stops for a moment, to consider using them...then shakes his head. Instead, he finds one of the side exits not far from the restrooms. A quick glance outside tells him that there's no one in sight. Probably because of the lockdown. So no one saw when he stepped out of the door...and was suddenly on the roof, gently touching down, the air still thrumming in his wake. "I need to find a way to store this thing better..." With that complaint, he quickly began changing clothes in that isolated nook on the roof. It didn't take long before Carson Finbar Keefe was gone, and Gabriel stood there, shining in the sun. "Well, time to get to it..." He cleared his throat, shifting his posture a moment. When he next spoke, there was no trace of his accent. "Even better. Hm, ought to hide this." He tucked the bag up under a convenient nook on the roof, making it comparatively hard to find. And then, he was off, flying quickly through the air towards the bank.

Gabriel nodded, and proceeded to describe the address, floor, and interior of his apartment to Heyzel. "So long as we end up at the right place, I figure it's not a bit deal." He smiled as he waited for the angel of Freedom to activate his fascinating ability.

Gabriel nods at the concern expressed by both Breschau and Gaian Knight. "By all means, seek to restrain them. I have a way with words, so if we can even temporarily disable them, I can likely convince them to at least stop their violence. I myself posses some abilities that tend to disable and disorient, rather than out and out harm. Though...I'll try not to make any kids get sick inside the building. Might get a bit messy... But yes, talking them down is a hopeful priority. Can everyone fly, or otherwise quickly get from ground to rooftop and back? I'm thinking we can try staking out on a nearby roof, waiting for the gang to arrive, and then we enter the scene as rapidly as possible. Perhaps use shock and awe to our favor."

Gabriel looked thoughtful. "Well, first and foremost, they'll be traveling in a single group. As I said, at least a half-dozen gang members, probably alongside someone who's in charge. They'll be armed, though with what beyond pistols, I'm not sure. If they follow the style of the gang member I spoke with, they're going to be wearing dark tones. Dark reds, browns, blacks. That sort of thing. Probably all have some sort of jacket. But there's no special uniform really. Since they're fresh members, I'd wager they'll be somewhat nervous. Twitchy. Even paranoid. So we're going to be watching for kids who fit that description."

*Starts throwing a wild birthday party for Sorus* Woo-hoo! 8-)

Gabriel glanced to Muse for a moment, then took the lead. "Right. The reason we called the three of you in on this, rather than taking care of it ourselves, is because we believe that this operation may well escalate quickly. Between the two of us, we've build a decent picture for what's been going on. One of the mobs stationed in the Boardwalk recently went through a bit of a management changeover. Once that settled down, the new management really started pushing protection rackets. We believe that a group of at least 6 "enforcers" is going to be hitting this area tonight." Muse had, thankfully, taken the cue, and the targeted location was now on display over the holo-table. "We also believe there's a possibility that the boss who's ordering this will either come himself, or send a senior flunky. One way or another, we expect all of the gang members to be comparatively well armed. And since I'm not immune to bullets, I figured a little extra help won't hurt." He looked to each of his fellow heroes in turn, his expression (what wasn't muffled by mask and hood) showing a mix of determination and...sadness? "I also believe most, or even all, of the gang members "attending" tonight will be new recruits. Likely with ages between 16 and 18. Possibly as young as 15. Kids, really. That's one reason we're trying to nip this in the bud; I don't want more kids joining this scumbag. All I ask in the field is that you make sure you don't permanently harm these kids, or any of the gang members, as tempting as it may be for the "big boss". We need to set ourselves apart from the likes of the mob." He leaned back, his expression more relaxed. "We think they're moving between 9 and 10 tonight. Any suggestions on ways to approach this problem?"

Diplomacy (1d20+20=40). Well, you're not the only one. And that's without attractive! Poor guard's just getting hit left and right. :o

The male guard that was guiding the crowd blinked, then had one of those "not quite a blush" moments. "Well, it's a bit outside the norm, but...So long as you promise to get into one of the safe rooms in this building. Hopefully you can, ah, move quickly." With that, he moved aside a bit so she could pass, before going back to managing the crowd. Meanwhile, Carson had reached...just Amy? No time to speculate, at least Amy still had his backpack. "Thanks Amy I need that stay safe I need to go be responsible and stuff!" Carson all but yanked the backpack from Amy's arms as he kept pressing through the crowd. When he got to the guard, he put on a solemn face. "Sir, I know you're supposed to try to guide everyone, student and teacher, into the safe rooms. But you and I know some students will either sneak off, break off, or be in the restrooms while this is going on. I'm going to go try to corral any "loose" students, while you and your fellow guards keep up the excellent job you're doing so far. Would that be reasonable to you, sir?"

Gabriel just shook his head at some of the banter. When Breschau entered, he gave the man a solemn nod. "An honor to meet you as well, Breschau. This place was picked for being comparatively subtle, at least on the outside. Please, take a seat." The man in white then turned to face Powerhouse, still somewhat solemn. "I can appreciate your openness, Alexander. But honestly, I'm not one to just hand out my true name. I wear my mask for a reason. I don't judge others one way or another, but I do ask they respect that decision on my part." He then quirked a smile. "Lucky for you, "Gabriel" isn't as unique as some code names. I hope it isn't too much of a strain on you?" A bit of mischief dances its way into his voice at the question.

Gabriel shrugged. "I suppose so. And I'm sure earth control will come in handy." Gabriel gave an amused snort and shook his head at the new arrival's words. "But just who at this table is, in fact, the Wookie?"

Gabriel smiled and nodded as Gaian Knight entered. "Well, I just called the Freedom League; they're the ones that seemed to know such things. As for missing anyone, yes, we are. Two more, as I understand it. We've still got some time before they're late." A curious eyebrow was raised at the trick with the dirt and dust. "Handy. I take it from that, and your name, that you have some measure of control over earth and rock?"

At about 10 minutes until the scheduled start time, the door to the private room opened gently. In walked the hero named Gabriel, his clothes that same crisp, clean white as always. He sees Muse playing with the holo-table, and smiles. "Ah, Muse. Good to see you're here. I don't feel quite as awkward being early now." He moved to the table and sat down across from her, his eyes flickering over the display. "Trying to formulate a plan? Any interesting ideas pop up at you yet?"

Story 1, Characters: Gabriel, Muse, Gaian Knight, Breschau, Powerhouse is now active! Lead Us Not Into Temptation OOC Lead Us Not Into Temptation IC

@OmegaPlatinum: Sorry, but we've actually closed recruiting at the moment. But consider yourself as holding something of a "rain check", at least from me. I'm sure we can do something in the future. It's up to you. It's during the day, and we're actually having people going in separately, at least initially. The idea being that while they're there, something happens, and they have to do the hero thing. If Scion's just as likely to be there cheering kids up as a hero in the daytime, it's fine if he's already in costume. So long as you know why you're there. :D

*Rewind* Carson just smiled and shook his head as the speaker to his right barely managed not to laugh out loud. When he spoke, it was only audible to the men on his right and left. "Good think she remembered that. Had my PDA in it..." And his costume, but no need to say anything about that. *Present* Carson's speech was trailing down when the PA system crackled to life. "Lockdown alert. Repeat, lockdown alert." At that moment, 2 FCU security guards came into the room, one of them speaking into her radio. The PA system stopped the repetition after a moment, at least in this room. While she was on the radio, the male guard stepped to the foot of the stage and spoke up. "Okay ladies and gentlemen. Please do not be alarmed. There's a bank robbery at the Fifth National Bank two blocks away. The robbers are busy there, so we're hoping there's no chance they'll come here. But on the off chance they try it, everyone's going to have to move to one of the safe rooms in this building. If you would all exit this room in an orderly fashion, and follow our directions to one of the safe rooms." With that, the staff and students all stood. There didn't seem to be any real sense of panic in the crowd. Carson was closer to panic, but mostly for the sake of getting to his bag, and then getting changed. He began subtly weaving his way forward through the crowd, trying to reach Amy and Vivian, and working on what he'd say first to the girls, and then to the guards.

For Story 1, we'll have "why everyone's there" taken care of. For Story 2...Gabriel will be in his civvies, visiting a sick student. We're thinking Seraph's there doing the healing thing, and The Jay is there doing community Service. Doleth, Supercape, can you guys be thinking on why your characters would be at or near the hospital?

Carson smiles as he takes the card. "Many thanks, Stesha. May the blessings of Saint Phocas follow you constantly." With that, he turned, moving over to Heyzel. He appeared ready to teleport once the limits of the travel were expounded upon.

Carson stood, shook Stesha's hand, and generally made polite goodbyes. "Well...could you take us to my apartment? Do I need to describe it? Or does it need to be someplace you've been?"

It was pointed out that, for Equipment, only the Leather Jacket would actually require EP; local house rules state that things like phones and such are free, barring them being "tricked out". Thus, I submit this revised request. Edit: Also, please change the following. Speech Color: Underlined Red To the Following: Speech Color: Maroon Thank you. Done by Sandman XI

To be somewhat fair, my family never owned one (budgeting and all). But still. They seemed clueless that it even existed. They'd probably seen Sega-related stuff before, but...*Shrugs*

Okay. For now, registration is closed. I'm working with Sand on some plots. We may move around who's involved, but we have 2 good ideas, so we'll do our best to involve all of the people who expressed interest so far. Keep an eye on this thread for links and details! If you don't make the first story, don't worry. We'll work you into the 2nd one. ;)

I'd throw in that many of those kids don't know what a Sega Genesis is. I know this because my 2 brothers, one about to be a freshman, the other a year behind him, didn't know what one of those was. Years ago, before I was even in college (which was a few years ago). I wanted to cry when they said "What's Sega?". :(

[Room 5, Liberal Arts Building] Vivian and Amy made it to the lecture just in time. Many of the other students attending were those in the education and/or theater programs. Carson was right about not being first. He was seated on the stage, apparently in a right to left order of presentation. The first speaker was just standing to begin his part of the seminar. He was an older gentleman, introducing himself as the head of the FCU Theater Department. He gave the names and originating universities of each of the speakers. None of them were from FCU, and no two were from the same college; several notable Eastern USA schools were represented. The first speaker briefly touched on the long history of the theater in society, before passing the podium on to the next person. The next two speakers each talked about various methods they used to keep kids, typically high school or younger age, interested in drama classes. Nothing earth-shaking, but perhaps interesting as a change of pace for the girls. Then Carson Finbar Keefe took the podium, a 100-watt smile beaming out at the crowd, eyes twinkling. "Right then. Well, first things first. No, there's not quite the same, ah, generational difference between myself and you guys and gals out there. I suppose I'm just lucky; these folks have been great so far. I'm sure when we're eating lunch and swapping drama class horror stories, we'll bond even more." A chuckle rippled through the crowd and collection of speakers. There was no judgment in Carson's note about age, just an amusing anecdote being shared with friends. "Anyways. My time's split about evenly between teaching people like you and me, who either want to go into acting of some sort professionally, or want to teach it...And teaching the basic drama course to the various students who want an "Easy A Elective" class. Many of them come in with a huge bundle of pre-conceived notions, bias, and so on." He begins to pace the stage a bit, getting into his speech. "Maybe they'll make mention it's not a "real" class. Maybe they'll make fun of the people who enjoy acting. That sort of thing. Our first desire is to simply tell them to be quiet, or some variation of that." He stops at the podium, pinning the crowd with his gaze. "Doesn't work. Not really. No, we need to try different methods. Engage them with language they understand. I've found..." And so he goes on, speaking passionately about something he truly, sincerely believes in and does with care and pride.

So. First, that backpack does, in fact, have Carson's costume, buried under other stuff in a sort of "false bottom" (though it's not very fancy). Second...Hm. I'm trying to figure out how Carson will catch word. He has a card for the Freedom League, but he's not a member or anything yet. I guess we'll play it by ear or something.