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  1. Ethiopian kids hack OLPCs in 5 months with zero instruction The first two sentences of this article: There are times when human beings really show what heights the species is capable of reaching…
  2. Jay Xavier was faced with a vitally important decision: Pastrami, garlic-infused venison, or corn-fed beef? He being an obligate carnivore, a depressingly large fraction of human cuisine was off-limits to him, practically speaking, so he went out of his way to retain suitable variety in his diet… Rraaaaaaakh! Rraaaaaaakh! Rraaaaaaakh! Rraaaaaaakh! It was the Star Trek 'red alert' sound—which meant that Jeeves, a news-watching software entity written by Xavier, thought there might be Grue activity in the area. Xavier flipped a 3-sided coin in his head—Corn-fed beef. Yum!—and as he cut himself a hefty chunk of the meat, said, "Jeeves: What's up?" "Analysis of latest quarter-hour's Twitter posts indicates that a large number of Midtown-area humans have just been transformed into non-human primates by means as yet unclear." Xavier frowned and cut the beef into tiny bits. Again with the involuntary mass species transplants? It's not even a calendar month since that Transmogrifier bozo zapped a bunch of Midtowners into animals! "Jeeves: Best guess on perp's ID?" "Non-trivial probability that the perp is, themselves, a non-human primate or small group thereof. No further data." The feline's frown became a grimace. Wonderful. Just [bg=black]xxxx[/bg]ing wonderful. Zeus, I hope they're not buddy-buddy with T-mog… After inhaling the protein, he said, "Jeeves: Get some rest." People changed into apes… if my personal experience (and that of last month's T-mog victims) applies here, the poor bastards will be freaking out. Maybe the present bunch'll be less freaked out because of greater similarly to human corpus, maybe not… they still have hands, that's good, but they can't talk… Betcha they can still write! That suggested an obvious response to the situation; Xavier didn't have the necessary items on hand, but they were trivially available, so his American Express Impervium card was… ridiculous overkill for this purpose, actually. Whatever; it would do the job, and then some. And after completing his pre-hero checklist, Jubatus blurred down the streets of Freedom City! Apes. Monkeys. And plenty of them, each one caught in the middle of their particular action, all frozen to stillness in the depths of slowtime. That was the first thing that caught the cheetah's eye. The second thing was a man in white, who seemed to be accompanied by ice and snow. Oh, great. Jeeves didn't say a cryo was involved—of course, given that Jeeves is necessarily working off of second-hand data, overlooked details aren't exactly a surprise. So who is this guy? A few accelerated seconds of thought later, Jubatus had his (provisional, tentative) answer: Comrade Frost, a Russian superhero who was currently liaison between the People's Heroes and the Freedom League; Frost had been active since World War II, with very few breaks in his nigh-continuous record of service. Never been sure if this guy's been one man all along, or it's a 'Dread Pirate Roberts'-type deal, or what. Like it matters: Whoever's wearing the mask, Comrade Frost is Comrade Frost. Probably ought to introduce myself—things'll go smoother if we're not working at cross-purposes to one another. Jubatus moved to 50 feet in front of Comrade Frost, then downshifted to match Frost's tempo of 1. "Hello, Comrade Frost! I'm Jubatus, and I'm thinking it's a damn good bet that we're both here for the same reason."
  3. Jay Xavier listened with attentive ears as Silhouette told al-Misri what-all she'd done to his company's security. The financier's reaction (or, more accurately, relative lack thereof) was informative; it indicated that not only had al-Misri hired Silhouette in the first place, but he also didn't get cranky when he was on the receiving end of bad news. Xavier had worked plenty of contracts for employers who believed in 'killing the messenger'—and each time, he added that employer's name to his list of Employers To Avoid. How nice when you don't need to do that. "Doing an autopsy on broken security isn't a problem, al-Misri," Xavier said after the not-a-ninja spoke her piece. "I can check the code, and if the problem turns out to be a weak crypto algorithm, you'll have grounds to sue the incompetents who sold it to you and-slash-or the clowns that installed it. But I'm betting it's human error, like, I dunno, maybe someone assigned themselves a crappy password? Say the word, and I'm on it." He performed his version of a shrug. "In the meantime, who else have you invited to our little shindig here?"
  4. Now that Jubatus is on the scene: He recognizes King of Suits. Doesn't know the woman KoS is talking to, but they're interacting peacefully, so Jube won't worry about it. The cage full of people (that Jube does not know are transformed animals), now that, Jube worries about. The cage has a padlock on it; Jube's response will be to pull a set of lockpicks out of his vest, and pull Disable Device skill out of his Jack of All Trades feat, and execute a Quickness-accelerated Take 20 'roll' on picking the cage's padlock. Jube will downshift and walk over to the cage at a tempo of 1, of the theory that the poor guys in the cage will be less freaked out than if he just zips over at speed. He will announce himself, so that KoS and the transformed victims will all know he's here -- "Hello, everyone! I'm Jubatus, and the first thing I'm going to do here is to free the people from that cage." Feel free to declare that Jube's super-sensitive nose is picking up on the thick stench of terror and etc in the air (from all the frightened critters that used to be humans, right?), and said aromas are affecting the cheetah in unfortunate ways…
  5. Interdimensional misadventure? Jubatus is game for it, assuming a PL12 speedster fits your plans.
  6. Cubist

    Riffsational!(IC)

    …and the doucheweasel wasn't there. Nowhere to be found in the Battle of the Bands festival grounds, nor in the whole of Riverside Park, nor yet anywhere within a 15-block radius of the Park. Manderley's scent-traces were still strong—Jubatus could trace the man's actions over the past few hours—but the most recent scent-trace, which was strong enough that it had to have been laid down only a few clock-minutes ago, ended in mid-stride, as if a flyer had plucked him off the ground, or perhaps Jube's caveat about a teleporter had been accurate, damn it all. The bottom line was simply this: Manderly was gone. It was an annoyed cheetah who returned to the pavilion Riff had been performing on, But then, this particular cheetah was usually annoyed about something, to the point that nobody who'd worked with him noticed anything unusual. In order to minimize the level of distraction he presented, he downshifted about 30 feet in front of the Guitar Genius and walked calmly up to him. Riff and Constance were probably still chatting, and Jube didn't want to interrupt them any more than was absolutely necessary.
  7. Core concept: Last survivor/exile from a 1930s-space-opera timeline who wants to restore the universe to the way (he thinks) it ought to be. Doctor X uses 'technology' that would be right at home in any story from a Hugo Gernsback-edited magazine. His gadgets really shouldn't ought to work, but they do anyway -- go figure. For instance, an "invisibility ray" that's built around a pair of polarizing filters whose angles of polarization are 90° apart. No light can get through that pair of filters, but since the filters are transparent, and energy is conserved, the paired filters must obviously be Doing Something to the photons which pass thru them; thus, an Invisibility Ray. Every device in Doctor X's armory is like that; it's got a superficially-plausible 'scientific' rationale that doesn't quite manage to break the 1930s-vintage laws of physics. Doctor X himself is unfailingly courteous, for a certain value of 'courtesy'. His manners are very likely to come across as condescending to women and members of minority groups. He's definitely racist, but he's a "White Man's Burden"-style racist, not a KKK-style racist. How this guy works as a villain: Doctor X is basically a Well-Intentioned Extremist with a rather sucky concept of 'utopia'. Can the Doctor be saved? Perhaps not, but idealistic heroes really ought to try… Doctor X's "restore the timeline" goal would, if it were ever in danger of happening, play out pretty much like House of L with 'Silver Age' replaced by 'Golden Age'. Not sure this is a thing that we really need to do, so "editorial fiat" says Doctor X just won't ever get to a point where he can make it happen. Of course, this won't prevent Doctor X from trying to achieve his goal, so he can have lots of fun along the way regardless. He'll start out by trying to persuade people to help him voluntarily; this will not work, for reasons which should be fairly obvious. He will move up to blatantly criminal acts, because the end he seeks justifies whatever means he may find necessary. Doctor X's overarching goal is to restore the 'proper' timeline. Ordinarily, meddling with the space/time continuum just generates a new alternate timeline; Doctor X thinks that getting around this inconvenient fact is "just an engineering problem", and he has blueprints for a superscience gizmo which (he believes) will be able to genuinely change history, no 'alternate timelines' need apply. He does not have the parts to actually build his "Past Master machine"; stealing those parts, as and when said parts become available, will be a major thing for Doctor X. Doctor X thinks that racial and sexual equality are impossible, therefore anyone who believes in such things must be suffering from a severe cognitive distortion. So just in case his Past Master machine turns out to be unworkable, Doctor X might, as a Plan B 'running in parallel', try to 'free' people from the 'brainwashing' which has led them to regard these impossible things as good and valuable. This backup plan could unfold as a 'Stepford Wives'-ish scenario in which a small town's residents mysteriously revert to 1930s-style sociocultural mores, 'thanks' to Doctor X's mind-control ray projector. Doctor X could be a source of moral dilemmas for heroes. For instance, suppose Doctor X's irreproducible technology is a required component of a scheme to achieve some blatantly Good purpose (rebuilding a community after an extradimensional disaster?)—but he won't allow the heroes access to that technology unless they agree to assist him in achieving his goals. What will the heroes do? And what if Doctor X is doing something that's genuinely good, maybe distributing food to starving people, as a means of persuading people to agree with his goals?
  8. Jay Xavier was only mildly surprised that al-Misri hadn't taken offense when Xavier asked to see a contract—and if it weren't for his reflexive cynicism, Xavier wouldn't have found anything at all unusual about that lack of offense. It was only to be expected that an honest businessman would recognize the importance of contracts, and that he might be okay with transparency in his dealings with other people… Xavier's problem was his ingrained pessimism, which made it inordinately difficult for him to accept that al-Misri actually was an honest businessman… Yeah, well, that's my problem, not his. Xavier accepted the folder from al-Misri, upshifted, and spent quite a few minutes of fast-time poring over the document's many pages. The feline had no legal training to speak of—but as a freelancer who was literally able to squeeze more than a calendar month's worth of billable hours into 24 clock-hours, he'd read lots of contracts, and had consulted with some excellent business lawyers when he was drawing up his own contracts. So legal training or no, Xavier had a pretty good idea of what made a bad contract a bad contract… and what al-Misri wanted him to sign, just plain wasn't a bad contract. In fact, it was a pretty damned good one. The financier was playing straight with him. And if some part of Xavier's brain simply would not accept that conclusion, never mind all the evidence which supported it, and likewise never mind the complete absence of any evidence to the contrary… well, he had plenty of practice not-thinking about unhelpful concepts. Time to sign on, Xavier thought to himself. He downshifted—ink didn't flow well at any tempo much higher than 2 or 3—just in time to catch the tail end of a remark spoken by someone with an oddly familiar voice: Now, where have I heard that voice before? Maybe scent will help nail it down? As he put his signature on the contract, he widened his nostrils for an inobtrusive whiff of the woman's scent. Hrrm. Could swear I've smelled this person some time or other, but damned if I can remember where or when. If the costume's any clue, she's Silhouette; operates in the Fens, rep says she's a ninja, in reality she turns herself 2-D to rip hell out of her targets. And al-Misri's recruited her? Interesting… The offer of food was welcome by default. With his accelerated metabolism, Xavier couldn't even remember the last time his hunger had been completely satiated. "Hello, Miss. Silhouette, right? I'll go for steak tartare if that's an option, sushi otherwise."
  9. Jubatus scanned the subway platform with his eyes. Okay… if I were an evil gizmo designed to infect innocent commuters with an engineered pathogen, where would I have myself installed? A thorough (and Timeshifted) search of the entire station revealed no signs that any such gizmo had actually been installed there; a second pass, this time focusing on anomalous scents, revealed that certain of the station's security cameras had had extra wires hooked to them within the past few weeks. The relevant cameras' collective field of view covered 100% of the passenger platform area, as well as the entire boarding area. Right… makes sense. The gizmo's not in the station; the next choice would be on a subway car. The perp wants to make sure their gizmo will go off when, and only when, they want it to; that means they need eyes on the spot; and tapping into the station's security cameras is a lot less obtrusive and more reliable source of those eyes than deploying humans over the necessary period of time. Fine: Next question is, which car, or cars, did the perps install their gizmo on? Well, acquiring the necessary data to answer that question was why Jube had set up a program to slurp that data from the Transit Authority's databases. Wasn't sure that password they gave me would still be valid after the end of that contract. Poor data-security practice, or the management figured they could trust a superhero? Okay, let's see what I've got so far… And luck was with him! With this new information, Jubatus knew exactly which cars had been part of the two (and only two!) trains that had stopped at this station during the short period of time within which the meta-bug's victims even could have been infected! Excellent. Now let's look at the maintenance schedules for those cars…
  10. The main reason I didn't have Jube actually show up on the scene yet, is that he didn't learn about the problem until a few minutes after it had happened. Which means Rabbit and King of Suits have some time to respond however they please before Jube shows up.
  11. Cubist

    Riffsational!(OOC)

    Do you mean that Manderley's scent-traces just stop unexpectedly, as if he'd teleported away? If so, then fine, teleportation. Sigh. Or do you mean that even the scent-traces he's already left, are no longer there for Jube's nose to pick up on? If so, that's rather more peculiar, and more worrisome to boot…
  12. Jubatus Normal, in-canon threads (all post-counts approximate): Chimply Awful: 6 posts Medical Maladies: 1 post Riffsational!: 2 posts Too Good to Be True? Naaaaah: 2 posts Walk and Squeak and Squawk: 1 post
  13. Cubist

    Riffsational!(OOC)

    Jubatus is searching for Manderley; this is presumably a Search check, or perhaps a Notice check. Since we're out of combat, Jube will Take 20, with QWuickness to speed up the process so that it only takes one round.
  14. Cubist

    Riffsational!(IC)

    Inside his brain, Jay Xavier winced when he realized that Riff might just be a little tired after playing a however-many-hours-long set. Idiot! Just because you get your second wind so damn fast, that's no excuse for forgetting that other people take a lot longer to recover! "Whether you can help, yeah, that's the question," Xavier said to Riff. "Hrrrm… You two talk amongst yourselves. While you're doing that, I think I'll see if I can find that Manderley joker; should still be in the near vicinity, modulo the possibility that he's got access to a teleporter or whatever." With those words, the feline upshifted, and Jubatus started an expanding-spiral search pattern, his quarry being the man who'd installed the hypersound pellets just a fraction of a clock-hour ago…
  15. Jay Xavier was groveling over the back-end code for a client's website when he heard the Star Trek 'red alert' noise; it was Jeeves, his newswatching software assistant. And that particular 'hey, I just found something for you' signal was the one Jeeves used when its problem-categorization subroutines said there was a good chance that the 'something' involved Grue activity… "Jeeves: What's up?" "Analysis of latest quarter-hour's Twitter posts indicates significant probability that a new villain, likely named 'Transmogrifier', has just transformed a large number of Midtown-area humans into animals." Oh [bg=black]xxix—[/bg]. "Jeeves: Probability of continuing versus one-shot?" "No indication of continuing." Good—any human-to-animal transformation was a problem, but at least this 'Transmogrifier' either didn't have the mojo to keep on zapping people over an extended period of time, or else they were sane enough to reserve their zap for whatever they considered a well-defined target to be. "Jeeves: What other powers does this villain have?" "Presumed 'Transmogrifier' appears to have teleported elsewhere after executing the transformations. Very small probability that they may be able to teleport others. No other data." Okay, that wasn't so good. So far, Jubatus hadn't encountered a whole lot of teleporters, and he liked it that way; opponents with random access to 3D space were a royal pain in the ass. "Jeeves: Get some rest." This was a job for Jubatus: He couldn't change the victims back to their normal selves… but he could offer them first-hand advice on how to cope with their new bodies. His web-work was at a logical stopping point, so he put his laptop into Sleep mode, went through his customary pre-heroing checklist—if Transie could 'port away, Jube had to assume he could also 'port back—and blurred off to Midtown…
  16. When Edge teleported away—He's a transmuter! How the hell does he do teleportation!?—Jubatus felt significantly better. He hadn't even noticed when his hackles rose to full attention, but now that his neck-fur had returned to its customary rest-position, he recognized the significant drop in tension. Argh! Get the [bg=black]xxxx[/bg] over it, Jube. Edge isn't a villain, and he's not an asshole, so the odds of him living down to your paranoid projections are epsilon, maybe even epsilon squared! The feline took a deep breath and released it, then forcibly evicted Edge from his thoughts. Okay. Freedom Hall. Escorting the Farsider. Good thing we're there, minimal chance of encountering problems along the way, he thought. Of course, Jube was still going to be his usual watchful-to-paranoid self regardless; until he could rule out the possibility that Phil's craft had been sabotaged, it would be downright moronic for him to not exercise a heightened level of vigilance in this situation. "And here we are," Jube said. "Spacecraft included…" He frowned, growled a little under his breath. If the vehicle actually had been sabotaged, it could now be the delivery system for a bomb or some other such nasty surprise! Wonderful. Just—bleeding—wonderful. Well, what's done is done… damnit. "Hrrm. Let's wait a bit before we go in, just in case our arrival triggered all sorts of alarms and the League is scrambling to ID us and figure out how to respond."
  17. Jubatus recognized the two costumes from his continuing research into supervillains. Oh, frigging joyous. So much for the hope that they might not be jerkwads. Rather than downshift and expend the necessary clock-time in would take to clue in his comrades via speech at a tempo of 1, the feline upshifted and whipped up a concise (if somewhat rudimentary) dossier on the two badguys, which he transmitted to the rest of his crew: Having done as much as he could vis a vis briefing his comrades in the short time available, Jubatus whispered to Asad, "You and Winter have got mail, and you want to read it." Then he upshifted and blurred towards the fiends from Florida…
  18. Okay, the two ringers have revealed themselves to everyone. Does Jube recognize either of them in their super guise? I'm thinking his skills Knowledge (Current Events) +8, and/or Knowledge (Technology) +9, would be the relevant ones to roll for, if need be; make it a Take 20, with Quickness reducing the Take 20 time down to a fraction of a round, so the 'roll' would be 28 (for Current Events) or 29 (for Technology).
  19. Jay Xavier had already worked up some plans for what he could do once his personal fortune broke the nine-digit barrier (which was, according to his projections, 75% likely happen somewhere between 9 and 23 months from now, depending on how the global economy performed between now and then). His plans… well, he was willing to bet that al-Misri's scheme bore a non-trivial resemblance to what he, himself had in mind. And the man was offering him that on a silver platter, here and now, well in advance of his most pessimistic estimate of his inevitable death-date. In an honest and sincere offer with no thought for a hidden agenda. What are you waiting for, Jube? You want this! Say 'yes'! Go for it! But… he couldn't. His throat was physically unable to generate the required sounds. Upshift: The normal-speed world, al-Misri included, froze in place like a strangely-lit diorama in a museum. Now Xavier had plenty of time to ponder the situation, figure out why he hadn't already accepted al-Misri's offer. What's the holdup? It's everything you want—an honest employer, a purpose you believe in, solid assurance that your particular talents will be put to good use, more than adequate pay—so the obvious thing to do is say yes, for crying out loud! What the hell is wrong with you, cat!? The answer flashed into Xavier's mind instantaneously: But it can't be real. It's too damned good to be real. The whole situation was, of course, completely absurd. Xavier's mental BS detector was supposed to help prevent him from making stupid decisions, but now, like an auto-immune disease, one of the major components of that BS detector was doing its best to prevent him from not making a stupid decision… Downshift. The internal discussion had only taken a second or three of slow-time. "Okay, al-Misri. I…" He still couldn't bring himself to say 'yes' to the nice man with more money than Crœsus!? Wait, there was actually a valid reason for hesitating: What were the terms of the agreement? "…I like what I'm hearing. Can I see a contract?"
  20. Jube's Initiative roll (1d20+31=49)
  21. Jay Xavier accepted the vodka-and-tonic, and from a vest-pocket, he extracted a flexible straw through which to sip it. Xavier didn't drink much; with his enhanced senses of smell and taste, alcohol was more painful than pleasant—and that was before you factored in the intoxicating effects, high-speed metabolism or no. For some reason, he just didn't think 'able to break the sound barrier under your own power' mixed well with degraded reflexes and judgement… Xavier listened to al-Misri's line of patter. The man appeared utterly sincere—and since the feline could literally smell his emotions and hear the beating of his heart, it was an awfully damned convincing appearance of sincerity. Even Xavier's reflexive, nigh-instinctual cynicism was having a hard time finding any reason—any reason at all, no matter how flimsy—to dismiss al-Misri's words. Xavier nodded. "Right. Makes sense. And let's say I buy it all." He looked into his glass, swirled the ice around. "That leaves one big question: Why me?" He looked into al-Misri's eyes. "Okay, I'm a speedster, I got tech skill, fine. But van Cleef's done her homework, so you have to know I'm carrying a hell of a lot of baggage, over and above the fangs-and-fur thing. F'rinstance, I'm an atheist—and I'm pretty sure I don't need to tell a Muslim that there's a lot of people in this country who lose their [bg=black]xxix[/bg] when it comes to non-Christians. And on top of everything else…" Xavier stared into his glass. "Cheetah lifespan. 14 years, maybe 20, absolute tops. I started out as a mature adult, not a kitten, so chop a few years off of that. And my default tempo is 6 times faster than normal. So… I won't be alive two years from now. Lousy odds of seeing the fur coat's next anniversary." He again met al-Misri's eyes. "Still want me?"
  22. How did the brothers end up dimensionally-separated in the first place? Maybe there's something Weird, and/or Bad, that happens if they are in the same dimension at the same time. If this is the case, the two-post "bring my brother back?" "sure thing!" deal is merely the start of a whole new plotline…
  23. Xavier and Fields quickly worked out a highly secure communications channel between them, one that would be difficult-to-impossible for any hostile entity to successfully eavesdrop upon in the short time available. After that, Xavier whispered to al-Misri, "Gonna sweep the crowd for uninvited guests." Then he vanished in an upshifted blur. At a tempo of 40, the cheetah sped deftly through the gathered reporters and other persons, getting a good whiff of each person's scent as he zipped by, and a good look at whatever ID they were carrying openly. Xavier hadn't met all of the newsthings that covered the Freedom City beat, but for those he had dealt with, he could definitely tell if one of them had a different scent than he recalled—and therefore, in consequence, was probably an impostor. Likewise, he could tell if any of the people here carried the scent of any of the villains he'd encountered. A few clock-seconds later, Xavier's sweep was finished. Only two persons carried any scent of a questionable nature, and in both cases, it was the distinctive scent of certain polymers that were only used in bleeding-edge tech. Hmm. White dudes, brown-haired, in their 30s, both carrying Press ID. Their looks aren't ringing any bells, but that hardly means anything. Okay, time to clue in the host of this shindig. Xavier got clear images of both men, then zipped back to al-Misri's side and downshifted to the normal tempo of 1. "'Possible trouble," Xavier whispered to the financier as he took a tablet computer from one vest-pocket and brought the pictures up on screen. "Don't recognize their names, faces, or scents, but both of 'em are carrying stuff that reeks of supertech. Anybody you know?"
  24. The word "disabled" covers a lot of territory. It would be good to put in something to explain how come the military types recruited Adam Nelon, rather than, say, an otherwise-healthy veteran whose legs were blown off by an landmine. Adam has two strikes against him; one, he's a civilian, and two, his body is seriously messed up even without the injuries from the plane crash. If all the Project needs is any old warm body, a legless vet is a lot better option than an asthmatic Cerebral Palsy victim, yes? One obvious answer is, maybe the Project doesn't just need any old warm body. Suggest that the Project Mithril hardware have a track record of burning out its users' brains and/or bodies; that the project leaders have a theory that a user with a particular set of biochemical quirks can avoid the burnout side-effect; and that Adam is one of the very small percentage of humans who actually possess that particular set of biochemical quirks. That way, the Project can be in serious danger of losing its funding, and going for Adam is the Project's last, best hope of getting any results before it's shut down. If you go this route, you'll need an explanation for how the Project learned that Adam has the right set of biochemical quirks -- maybe he was treated by a military hospital, it being the closest available house of healing? Maybe the Project had sent word to various hospitals, saying "if you get any patients who fit thus-and-so biochemical profile, please let us know" ?
  25. Cubist

    Riffsational!(IC)

    And then Riff's concert ended, the sound of the last encore faded to inaudibility and beyond. Interesting: Never actually said I was Jinx. But she obviously figured it out herself, or at least remembered my name from album notes. Okay, higher brain functions don't seem to have been degraded by the transformation, that's good. Xavier nodded and replied, "Right with you, Constance!" 'Higher brain functions not degraded' did not rule out the possibility of her mind being affected in some way, shape, or form, however. Woman's kind of… overenthusiastic, just now. Pretty quick turnaround from the massive fear she'd been feeling when I first talked to her. Best case, she's got some sort of empathic thing going, soaks up emotions from what she hears; worst case, the transformation hit her with Borderline Personality Disorder or something. Oh, great. Better nip this misinterpretation in the bud, pronto. "What she said—of course, I did not make any promises about what you might be able to do for her. I just figured she's been dealt a really weird hand, and hopefully, you could stack the deck to tweak the odds in her favor, okay?"
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