Tiffany Korta

Starshine Rosalind listened along to the others and it didn't manage to make her any more relaxed. To her small town ear they all sounded so much exciting than her boring old life, and that was from statements that were one third false. So wrapped up she almost missed the last statement, and that it was her turn. After a few seconds silence she looked around guiltily before speaking. “Well… erm… the rice thing I guess?”she figured she might have gotten away with if, so with a tiny bit of confidence she added “I was born on US 206, I’m an only child and I’d had an imaginary friend called Gerald.” That should do it, she hoped.

Liams Knowledge (Streetwise): 28, Notice: 24, Sense Motive: 32

Sorry yes the implication is that everyone is in black and white. But thinking about it I'm also fine if you have an excuse to stay in colour. Lucy is more or less black and white anyway!

Глубоко в архивах. Zhenschina-voin Three hundred years was a long time to collect ghosts. Klara had spent the night down in the depths of Ministries records, a briefing from the League about a new teen hero had sparked a memory from the War. Archives like this were a liminal space filled with the ghost of the memories put down, most from people long gone. Giving that she’d started on Samhain the barriers were even thinner, and mystics had been talking about something big going down, so to find a ghost appearing wasn’t really a big surprise. <“ Hello Klara Svoboda!”> Barely looking up from the box she’d been looking through Klara replied nonplus, she’d grown up in a place where spirits were an almost mundane thing. She recognized the old uniform the ghost wore, the uniform of a KGB officer, one she knew so well for her time in Soviet Russia. <”Hello Comrade Kariyeva Filippovna, it’s been a while. Have you lost weight?”> she even used the Russian she learned back then rather than how she spoke it now <”So you haven’t forgotten me then?”> the ghost didn’t sound at all amused <”You were my last handler before I left for the West, and it won’t work you know.”> it had been a long day and she would be trouble for missing dinner and probably now breakfast <”It’s not you who I feel any guilt about, I suspect you don’t remember poor Private Volvakov Yeremey Kirillovich?”> The ghost looked confused trying to figure out who this person was and how they would have been important to Glorious Russia. <”He was with the first unit I was assigned with, a poor kid with big dreams. Without thinking he took a bullet for me, even though I wouldn’t have been fine. The first time I saw someone I knew die...”> before the ghost could give a smart arse reply about the war she carried on speaking <”Then there’s Sopova, she had the cutest giggle. She was with the Night Witches when I first joined. We got drunk on cheap booze and I kissed her without thinking, she gently told me about her husband. The first night out I was showboating with a couple of Messerschmitt’s and she got caught by flak. If I’d been more attentive she probably would have made it back okay.”> The ghost was silent now, obviously knew that she wasn’t going to get easy revenge. And Klara thought she felt the presence of others, this must have been tied to whatever the mystics had been on about. <”Then there were all those times I could have saved so many deaths with just one, for a few months I helping out the Chinese Communist. Imagine the lives that I could have saved if I’d just quietly snapped Mao’s neck?”> she frowned for a few seconds before a realization hit her “Right a cat that was what I was thinking about, the Catgirl with the Japanese supers.” She looked at the ghost, she knew the woman spoke perfect English, not that she’d admit that she knew such a decadent western tongue. Knowing where to look now she went to go towards the relevant shelf, leaving a parting shot. <“Besides you died at the age of 97 and bitter old woman, don’t think that you can make me feel guilty for your life. I know about all the people you sent to the gulag or worse so I wouldn’t find the truth about the dirty underside of the glorious Soviet Union.”> She walked down a few more shelves now knowing where she was going to look, but that itchy feeling hadn’t gone away though it felt a little different somehow. Klara might have been bought up a warrior but she had still be trained to trust her feeling on strange events going on around her. “I might be two hundred and fifty but my senses aren’t that bad yet! It’s fine to come out if you want.” From the shadows formed the form of another young Russian woman, though one she was much happier to see. Even if it was tinged by a touch of sadness. Behind her, she could make out the shapes of many more, possibly more than she wanted to consider. “I good to see you again Kristina! It was a good service I hope you enjoyed it?” she had been the last Night Witch Klara had known, living a quiet life in Freedom City “It is good to see you as well little one! Thank you for the kinds words you said.” she smiled sweetly “And you have nothing to be sad about, I lived a long and happy life.” even when looking like a young woman she sounded like an old grandma “I’m glad to hear it!” she kept walking looking for what she was looking for “What about the other there? Do they want to haunt me for a life wasted, whilst I keep on living my life?” “We all get the life we get, it is pointless to get upset with things we cannot control.” she shrugged along with her very Russian attitude “All part of the great plan? Any chance that you can tell me what's going on tonight… this morning I guess?” this hunch better be worth the grief she’d get from Tracy “Something has allowed a thing to escape from the Otherside, we only came through to stop that сука causing you harm.” Klara smiled as she remembered on the night the Night Witches, after several bottles from a German cellar, explained that she wasn’t protecting them they were protecting her. Perhaps things hadn’t changed as much as she thought, people still cared enough to look after her. “Thank you as always, though I think it’s time you rejoin the squadron I have my own path to travel now! Enjoy that eternal R&R you’ve all earned that.” With another smile the bunch of ghosts faded away, along as well she noticed Kariyeva. The archive felt the normal kind of haunted rather than the more literal kind. With a shrug she finally dug out the file she was after, the files thin on it was for Neko, Japanese for Cat, it was obvious really. She couldn’t be sure if it was the same person or some sort of legacy, it was certainly something interesting to look into. Klara wondered if she should see if she could track down this young hero, after all, she might like someone who remembered those times. Maybe it might help her put to rest some ghosts of her own.

The Traveller Sitara had seen this limited military thinking many, many times before and it was generally a frustrating thing to encounter. She’d been trained to think as much as an engineer as a warrior, and that meant looking at the failures as much as the successes. “You’d be surprised what you can learn from mud, every planet has a unique mix of qualities with enough knowledge you can track a place down to the square meter of ground.” before he could make some pithy retort she carried on “Does the wreckage show any sign of torsional stress from being twisted through dimension? What about micro alteration in the structure from exposure to subspace energies? And there’s always a chance that you can find enough remnants of the data to find something useful.” she gave a little shrug before adding “But I guess you want us go take a look at the wormhole so it’s not your problem any more?”

Liam Conner It had been a long night staking out and collecting info for their client, even worse for “someone” it was one of those mundane cases that they had to take to pay the bills. And it didn’t make the long night any easier with the sound of Rosa snoring away (how a disembodied spirit snored was something that he dare not dwell upon.). still, soon he could sleep and Rosa could do her thing, something about etheric movements or some such mystical nonsense. Still, before getting back to the office in Wolverton he needed a little pick me up, stopping Sanchez's for the terrible coffee that got you through the day. When the crazy woman, who looked vagely familiar, offered a free drink he quickly counted up and gently shuffled a local woman in front of him for the freebie. “You can go first Alina I’ve just hit the jackpot with a case!” that was a lie as he’d had to raid the last of the petty cash. Always the hero even here, the snoozing Rosa would not have approved!

She is very, very magical in nature, mostly necromatic in nature, and that's her true form and not any kind of illusion.

I've split you all into four teams of three, a little swapping around is fine but don't to crazy One Aquaria Phantom Set Two Blackstaff Cait-Sith Ouroboros Three Artificer Effigy Oz Four Invisigirl Masque Veronica Danger

You've been split off into groups of 2-4 into a corridor or room that is trying to stop you getting back to the main hall, looping back to where you started out. How you solve the problem is up to you, no rolls are necessary it's all about flexing your magic and showing off all the cool things that you can do!

GM Post A second arm shot out and began to drag the humanoid figure out from the void an ancient grey face surrounded by an array of tentacle-like dreadlocks and face a scowl of determination. With her arrival, there was now the awful smell of death a decay that only got worse as she pulled herself out of the rift. She then stood to her full height, no more than an average human but somehow her thin gaunt form looked all the more intimidating. “At last I return to bring the wrath of the Carrion Queen upon this Earth!” What else she had to say you couldn’t tell as in a final defensive matter the hotel folded its dimension upon itself trying to protect you all from this invader. Deploying small groups of you within different parts of the place, folding rooms and halls around you to stop this invader from causing you harm. But even the lowliest of mages knew that the hotel couldn’t retain this invade and if she left the boundaries of the place then things would go badly for the world.

GM Post There was an unexpected change in the atmosphere of the room with a feeling like static electricity and a taste of tin in the air. All the mages in the room couldn’t help but know that it was happening now. Between the two sweeping staircases, a space had been cleared to create a binding circle that glowed softly from the energies already spent in its creation. Now around it, the air seemed to shimmer and bulge as if the dimension were being bent and rent by intense forces. Then an arm shot out and grasped at the floor, claw-like nails creating gouges in the floor. The flesh of the creature was grey and pale, that of something that had been dead for a long time. The size of the arms seemed to shrink and grow as the dimensions around the creature changed dramatically, the hotel itself was obviously trying to fight this dimensional intrusion. The amount of raw magic being thrown around was intense and something would have to break soon rather than later.

Sinister magics have transported the heros inside a classic Universal Movie! The mob needs defeating but as this is sort of a social thread don't worry about any kind of rolls, also feel free to flesh out the mob as you wish. The idea here is to let the character show off how cool and capable so thats the main focus.

GM Post The air seemed to tingle and for those with any magical sense something had changed, but there wasn’t time to worry about that as changes were also happening at the Orpheum. A fog rolled into the room, not the unnatural smoke of a machine but the damp misty air from nature. As it did the room filled with darkness as all colour seemed to drain from the world, until you seemed to be in a black and white world. Then shapes started to form in the shape of tree’s, but the perspective seemed off they looked like props in an old movie going off into the distance in an Expressionistic style. More worryingly up the hill you were now on there was a small crowd making there way towards you. With torches raised and pitchfork in hand you couldn’t help but conclude that this is your traditional mob.

We it'd be rude of me to say no then!

Those pesky boxes teasing how long thing have been! But yeah I'm still down for this.

Lucy Harker “And yet everyone remembers him!” she gestured at the poster of Nosferatu “Personally I always preferred Carmilla, shame Theda never got a chance to play her.” She turned and smiled at Horrowshow, all smile and charm. “I’m Lucy Harker, attorney-at-law and occasional superhero.” she shook his hand holding back her full strength “That a pretty good costume, though I’m more a Hammer Horror girl myself! I should really have done a costume tonight, I guess I could take off these…” she gestured to her sunglasses “But the black eyed look is a little cliché!”

Madame Raven Callie made her way over the rooftops, sacrificing a little stealth for more speed, besides most people never looked up even in a city full of cowls! This was always fun and she had to remind herself that this was a serious mission and now just a regular workout routine! As such she took a minute to get her into cowl voice, grinning and bubbly wasn’t very on brand! “Anyone have eyes on the targets? How we want to handle this?” you always needed comms for something like this, everyone was just to good at hiding.

Starshine Rosalind was in a bind, she didn’t think she was really suited for this team let alone this field trip. But she wasn’t going to be late to anything, her Granny would have given her such a stare and maybe a talking to for being anything but before time. After a slightly sleepless night trying to figure it out she’d settled on a bulky sweatshirt to try and blend into the background as much as possible. “Erm are we expecting trouble with all this? Because I’m happy to sit this out for a real heavy hitter?” she said quietly, not really wanting to draw to much attention either way. Maybe if she just stayed in the car, metaphorically no one would miss her?

Starshine A faint aura of light surrounded Rosalind and she floated a few inched off the floor, distracted by trying to figure a reasonable answer she didn’t realise that she was now floating. “It’s kind of difficult to explain, they don’t exactly communicate with me directly. I mean they make these beeping noises but I can’t tell what it’s trying to say. Though sometimes I get impressions of what it wants, and these really vivid dreams now and again.” She was lost for a second in memories of strange alien landscape that she’d seen in these dreams, not something a girl from New Jersey would expect to see. “A the Headmistress say that the bracelet hadn’t reacted to anyone before, so that must mean it chose me right?”

Madame Raven “Huh weird! Guess we’ll add ghost kitties to the list of Claremont things!” with a shrug Callie turned her attention back to the newcomers “Callie Sen’s please to meet you!” she gave a friendly grin “Good to see you’ve already setting in nicely, are you two friends or family?” she asked genuinely interested. She kind of hated, well hate was to strong a word, that older her had give her this responsibility she was more bothered at just how easily she fell into the role. She guested that such things must be in the gene’s considering how both her did so effortlessly, must be from her mom she mused.

Lucy Harker Looking up at the movie posters mounted on the wall Lucy mused that she was actually older than these classics, except for Nosferatu that made her frown due to her own origins. In fact she remembered coming to the Orpheum on a date, nice kid, they made it in about a third of the way through Lure of Ambition. That was it she was hooked watching through the rest of the movies and through the whole movie again. She’d even style her hair after the main actress, Theda Bara, though she didn’t expect to still have it a hundred years later. “To Theda Bara!” she smiled and raised her glass, she didn’t need to drink but she was being polite. Never one to dwell on the past to long she turned around to look at the others that were attending this gathering.

Bee - 3 post = 1PP Meanwhile, at the Atomic Tower! (2) There Will Be Bees (1) Dr Thorne - 1 post (GM Post) = 1PP Emerald Spider - 1 post (GM Post) = 1PP Madame Raven - 4 post = 1PP Fourth and Down (3) We Ain't Going Down Like This (1) Merge Trois - 1 post (Rollover) = 1PP Original Gangster (Remix) () Starshine - 10 posts = 2PP The Third Act (10) The Immutable Betsy Brooks - 2 post = 2PP Old School Spirit (2) The Scarab III - 1 post + 2 post (Rollover) + 6 post (GM Posts) = 10 posts = 2PP +1PP (Ref Point) Family Takeover (1) Zhenshchina-voin - 1 post Mirror, Mirror (1) GMing (3 x 2) = 6 posts Family Takeover (1) Old School Spirit (1) Original Gangster (Remix) (1) Miss Grue - 1 posts [Maxed] Tales of the Castle Crowd (1) The Traveller - 4 posts [Maxed] A Space Pirate’s Life For Me (2) Praetorians: Sovereign Rule (2)

It’s spooky season again and in honour of such, we’re going to have a few Halloween themed social threads along with a Halloween vignette Ghost Stories. In A Gathering of Mages your magic-based characters have a chance to discuss a potential threat to reality, whilst in Silver Screen Dreams the more monstrous heroes have a chance to gather for a good cause. These are social threads, but as an experiment, things will at regular periods change giving new ways to interact. If anything else Halloween happens, and please feel free to explore such things, let me know and I’ll add it here for everyone to enjoy!

This is a social thread, with any magical based hero allowed to attend, but I’m trying something a little different. Roughly every seven days (or so) something will happen in the story and your character will have to deal with the change in time for the next change. That will be four changes with the thread closing on the 1st of November. Being a mostly social thread roll won’t be necessary and GM involvement will be minimal, instead, it's a chance for people to cut loose and show how powerful the character can really be!

Freedom City’s Orpheum Theatre, The Theatre District, Freedom City 11 pm October 31st A hundred years ago it was the pride of Freedom City, a magnificent Art Deco building for those interested in the newest medium of motion pictures. Closed in the ’70s the building had fallen into disrepair and many sadly thought the building would soon be demolished for a newer more practical (but bland) building put in its places. Then a year ago it was revealed that the Summers Foundation had gained the building (through the ownership by Summers Advanced Dynamics) and were planning to restore it to its former glory. Now the building was was opening and in honour of the time of year, the cinema was going to show a series of classic horror movies and someone had the idea to invite the more “monstrous” heroes of Freedom City. With a promise of big donations to various charities from the first night's box office. For now, those invited heroes were being allowed to gather in the foyer to have a chance to socialise among themselves before any other guests were bought in for the movies to begin.