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Sam has magic awareness. Can she sense any strange magical hoodoo going on?
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Emotion control on the man. Calm effect, DC17 will to resist.
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Sam takes the plastic blocker and examines it, but doesn't have long to ponder or discuss before things get violent. Two marks. Insane. Probably manipulated. One coming at her, one going for Tona. Only time to take care of one of them. Easy decision. Without hesitation, she reaches out with her power, into the large-necked man's mind, filling it with a blank, numbing presence that washes out everything else, as she does her best to elude the raking nails in the tight hallway, lest she find her eyes gouged out.
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Gonna use Disable Device on the lock. Complex action first, and if that fails, taking the two minutes to take 20. Disable Device: 1d20+10 19 Failing that, taking 20 gives me a result of 30.
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"That doesn't sound right," Sam says, growing suspicious. "I mean, if nothing else, people have to get to the bathroom." She rummages in her bags and pulls out her tools. "Let me get a better look." The thief takes a knee in front of the lock and starts plying her trade, fiddling with the simple mechanism. It shouldn't be hard to get open, but if they're having this much trouble, it might be broken. Maybe better to just take it out entirely and let the crew know their lock broke.
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Sam suppresses some unkind words at the interruption, but she crab soup can forgive many transgressions. Almost. She's even about to defend the soup, but Tona persuades her otherwise. A couple hours later, Sam is ready to pass out. Tona's 'winded' is Sam's 'exhausted.' She lets Tona get up and dressed first, enjoying the show as she works up the energy to get up herself, unable to feel her legs, and her entire body tingling. They're going to have to take more trains in the future. Once the pair are dressed and decent, Sam takes Tona's hand, positively glowing, and leads the way. "I'm sure they have something. I think the bar's a couple cars back. We can ask there." Worst case, she does have some snacks in her bag, but she'd rather get a real meal.
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You clearly need to learn that there are some things more important than defending the world from the forces of evil.
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Now there's a topic Sam doesn't want to touch with a ten foot pole. She can't promise it won't happen again. She didn't want it to happen the first time. So, better to be distracting. "Why wait?" she asks in a hot, wet whisper and pulls her in for a kiss that calls on her full mastery of the French tongue, long and deep. The kind that melts minds and curls toes, while guiding one of the hands exploring her body between her thighs, to bare flesh and creeping upward. She can be very distracting. Eventually, she has to breath, and rests her head on Tona's shoulder as she thinks. She's had to do a lot of that lately. "I don't know about taking her name," she says, selecting which parts of that line of discussion she wants to continue. "I mean, I have to eventually, but I don't think I've earned it, you know? For now, I just want to worry about the safehouses. Some of them will be harder to move, but I have a friend in Miami who can help make a couple major safehouses. I'm thinking something undergorund, that I'd have to teleport to. Just ventilation and power connected to the outside world, with enough supplies to last us a good, long while. I looked into gardening supplies, too, but it doesn't seem as practical as using the same space for more canned food."
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For a moment, Sam tries to get out of Tona's lap, thinking it's about to be too bumpy a ride to stay, but after the initial lurch, it's way smoother than in the movies. Yay, modern science. Which is good; she's needed in the best seat in the house. As Tona tenses up, Sam cradles her face in her hands, presses her forehead against Tona's, and looks deep into those beautiful blue-green eyes, smiling, holding her until she relaxes, then gives her another kiss. "Clever, clever. You've figured out step one of my dastardly plan. But steps two through twelve are the fun part," she grins devilishly and starts feeling up those obliques. Tona's beach bod is always ready. But Tona deserves a real answer, so she drops the teasing for the moment. "I have some business in town. I inherited a lot of old safehouses that I use sometimes. Bolt holes, mostly, but given... the circumstances," she tries to keep a strong front at the topic, "I'll have to go around a lot to move safehouses to new locations. I did Toronto last Tuesday, but there's not much to do there and everything I had squirreled away could fit in a duffel bag. This one's bigger, and there's someone I want to talk to about getting myself an impenetrable little fortress."
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First time calling on a giant worm thing, and I get a music critic, Val thinks to herself. Loudly. Loud enough for every psychic gathered to hear, in fact. A bad habit of hers once folks start opening up these psychic conference calls. She doesn't even know she does it half the time. "Um..." she says, looking wide-eyed up at the worm, guitar forgotten at the sight, "We came to talk about the earthquakes lately," she suggests.
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Oops! Maybe that wasn't quite so lithe as she'd intended. Oh well. She hums at the touch, and in shorts and a lacy cami, there's plenty of chance for skin to meet skin. Touch had always been very important to Sam, the connection so much more meaningful, more real than any words, and in the way she moves, in the weight of her breath against Tona's lips, then her neck, in the brush of skin as she tastes the nape of Tona's neck; it all speaks in yet another language only the two share, of how much she wants this, needs this. About how much it means to simply be here, with her, right now in ways her voice could never express. Words can lie, but this cannot. They both knew neither of them had ever really been kids. They'd been forced to grow up too quickly. But this isn't the time for something so somber, so she puts it out of her mind. "Grew 'em just for you," she teases. "You like?" Unlike Tona, Sam wasn't short because she didn't eat well her entire life. She was a short because she was short, and no amount of drinking her milk would fix that. But the last few years had been kind to her, physically. She was still a small, skinny thing, but not so scrawny or bony anymore, though she still has that prominent collar bone, making that long, slender, porcelain neck seem even more so. "I will always love you," she whispers. Honestly, it frightens her, but she can't deny it. Everyone she cares about gets hurt, but giving up Tona would destroy her. Worse, she'd started thinking about forever. About starting a home. A family. Maybe after college? She'd be starting up soon, herself, now that her 'hiatus' was done. "Even if you are silly. Trying to get away from the crazy, but bringing me? I promise, I'm all the crazy you can handle," she beams, pressing her forehead against Tona's as she wraps her arms around her neck and gives a quick peck.
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The clack of luggage rolling from car to car follows the women, as Sam lets her dear train expert lead. She so enjoys it when Tona takes the lead in something that isn't violent, and it's becoming more and more common every day in this world full of technology she's found herself in. Whether Tona notices it or not, this world seems to be more and more a home by the moment. They make their way into the private cabin. This trip cost a pretty penny, and this cabin was no small part of it, but for a thirty hour train ride? Worth it. It seats four if you get cozy, facing each other, but she bought out the cabin for the occasion, wanting the alone time. And all the little distractions she brought to keep herself entertained are buried at the very bottom of her bag; she'd much rather get lost in the vision riding with her. As a familiar hand takes hers, a warmth creeps over the redhead and she smiles. She'd missed those hands. Without a word, she tosses her suitcase up on the seats across from Tona. She knows where the most inviting seat in the place is. "Someone's gotta save you from New Jersey," she jokes, brushing off the sharp jab of accusation in that last part. She waits for a moment when her love gives the slightest tug, and lets herself get drawn in, landing lightly in her girlfriend's lap as if it were Tona's plan all along. Sam has an entire language in the shades and nuances of her smile, most of the vocabulary about mischief. This wry smirk is accusing Tona of being a naughty, naughty girl, before they kiss, soft and sweet and... ...Odd. That doesn't quite seem to be the angle she remembers. "Someone's grown," she notices.
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I cast magic missile at the darkness!
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While we're at it, Val's using her Fascinate feat to keep Velvet's attention despite trivial matters going on outside. Skill mastery on Diplomacy to take ten. Result of 27 if Attractive doesn't apply, or 35 if it does.
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Elite: A Multitude of Problems Kit: Homecoming, Coming Home Wayward: Beautiful Poetry of the Earth Gang War: Black Tie, White Hood One Month Mission
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Sam looks into Tona's eyes, lip trembling, her bright green eyes sparkling under tears in a puffy, beat-red face. Go away. Please go away. I can't let you do this. I can't... But of the myriad forces arguing inside her, her mind is the weakest, as she soaks in the warmth of Tona's touch. For a while, her mouth opens, then shuts as she tries to find the words, until eventually, she just gives up and buries her face in Tona's chest, clinging onto her until eventually, her ragged breathing steadies and she falls asleep. Real, genuine sleep, not simply zoning out for a while until she returns to semi-consciousness. Morning comes, and when Tona wakes up, Sam isn't in her arms. Looking around, the rice is gone from the plate Tona had brought. Eating chicken that's been setting all night is a bad idea, even in the lifeless wasteland that is Chicago. Running water can be heard from the next room as Sam brushes her teeth, and has a change of clothes set out for after a real shower with water and soap and everything.
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I take 1 on my Perception check to be distracted from Velvet.
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Clearly, the sensible thing to do would be to investigate the goings-on outside, for such a commotion in Lincoln is rarely a good thing. But more pressing matters are at hand. "It's my pleasure, Velvet," she smiles, offering her hand, but instead of a handshake, she takes Velvet's hands in hers and kisses her knuckles softly. "I must say, I'm impressed." As she releases Velvet's hand, she makes her way to her side, to better admire their surroundings, and places a hand on her shoulder, "It's obvious a lot of love went into making this dream a reality."
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Of course, there are more ways than one to recharge. A thread of confusion ripples through the room as they announce the party's next performer; none other than the incomparable Wayward. Someone who definitely wasn't announced for this get together. A palpable confusion, shifting into a growing excitement that sends a shiver down the performer's spine. And when she steps on the stage, she can feel the energy in the audience. A rising tension just begging to be released. One chord and it starts to break loose; she rides that energy, that passion, lets it fill her, guide her as she plays, lets it create the song to nurture this hungry, primal force they've all come together and created. This time, she stops after one song. Not a concert; just a show of support. And one Hell of a tease. She unlocks the padlocked choker around her neck and flicks the lock out into the crowd, to the first cute girl she spots. "THANK YOU LINCOLN!" And with that, she vanishes backstage as quickly as she appeared, so hopped up on the psychic energy she can feel her skin tingle.
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Perform: Guitar: 1d20+25 41
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You don't need to post to tag. *Points at the follow button up top.*
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Sam getting some quality time in with Tona would be great. In Age of Unitron, she'd be a lot less useful, since she's under the power range and most of her powers require a brain, but she's been known to be in the 'power levels are bull****' camp, and she's clever. She'd mostly be there for teamwork tests and emotional support for Tona. Blank Space is definitely very well suited to Sam. Extensive (and not generally positive) AEGIS connection, a sneaky skill and power set, she's the greatest thief in the world (totally true; just ask her), and her girlfriend is the greatest tracker in the world. For Val, Elvis Isn't Dead. Because rock star and rock legend. And I hereby decree the plural of "Elvis" to be "Elvices." Also, Entrance of the Gladiators. Because she has the stage presence, and she'd be fun for it. -
Val's eyes go wide as the giant phallic symbol rises from the earth, looking very big and very hungry. Faced with an enormous monster capable of eating a small mountain, and armed only with a stick, the world's worst psychic powers, and her winning smile, she opts to lean on the tool most likely to get her out of this alive. Her guitar. "Um... guys? I don't know if I look tastier if I keep playing or if I stop playing. Anyone know what that thing is?"
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Val takes a look over her shoulder to make sure the camera's still rolling. This is the kind of weird crap that really gets the ratings. "You know, I'm pretty sure they could listen in on the psychic chatter just as easily as us talking, considering we heard theirs just a minute ago without even trying," she points out. Especially if I'm on the line. She hadn't meant to broadcast that last part, but going in and out of broad open channels makes that hard to filter. "If we don't do anything, sounds like this is gonna be a war. Some Viva la resistance kind of stuff. I don't know about you, but I'd rather at least try and stop that."
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"I wouldn't be so quick to dismiss them," Talia corrects. "I've noticed a creeping mindset of first- and second-class Praetorians creeping into our midst. If not addressed, there will be a schism. Possibly in the field." She is quite matter-of-fact as she sips her tea. It happens often enough. The old guard decides they're better and always will be, regardless of future data, and the new blood resents them for it. "I have a thought for a prime candidate, though she may need a little more practice with her Galstandard first." She goes through the team's roster in her head, "Unfortunately, I don't think we have any skilled musicians to contribute to the tour besides myself."