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Creepy was exactly right, but from what the three were saying, she probably knew more about Finnigan than they did. Ah well, it was worth a shot. Robin didn't really feel like sharing what she knew with them at this moment, and even if they didn't sound like bad guys, they were drug dealers, and she would have to do something about them at some point. "Yeah, he really is creepy." Robin agreed with them, keeping the conversation going for a moment. Turning around, she waved back at them as she walked towards the building. "I'll let you know what I find out." She really wasn't sure if she would, and she did feel kind of bad about lying, but hey, they were bad guys. Should you feel bad about lying to them? She still felt kind of weird that they hadn't even reacted to her mask, but hey, it might be normal in this part of town. So, Robin walked towards the building they had pointed out, staying on the lookout for Finnigan or any of the kids that might spot her on the way. Better to be prepared.

"Thank you, I will take care of it." Pan accepted the figure from Lulu, looking at it with an appraising gaze. It was simple, appeared to hold a weapon quite unlike the sword he imagined Oberon Underhill would wield, but it would serve its purpose, and he was genuinely grateful. Hearing his roommate's name mentioned spiked his interest. Yes, he was good with his hands, and helping someone else could help with his confidence. "You should ask Micah, yes. I have yet to see him refuse anyone asking for assistance, I'm sure he will try to help."

Abdul rambled on. More about what a great visionary the Snake was, how he was from old Lemuria, and this was where his gardens were. Well, that confirmed it to Cassidy. Find the gardens, and ruin them beyond recovery. Salt the Earth, if necessary. Still, it was worrying to know that the Snake actually knew his way around the Mesa. If he had guided them here, then that was where he wanted them to be. And the roars and stomping feet only confirmed it. Cassidy accepted Sting and Abdul. Could they fight dinosaurs and still keep an eye on those two? It all depended on just what they faced? At least Venomax was buying them some time. So, fight or flight? "Depends. I don't know how much you know about this place, but if that Snake is using the Mesa to spread and cultivate his leaves, then there's no telling what they might actually do. I need to find him and stop him. If you want to turn around and get these two out of here, I won't blame you." Somewhat carefully, but not overly so, Cassidy placed Abdul and Sting on the ground. "Personally, I've always kind of wanted to punch a dinosaur." He felt a second wind coming on. Through the dinosaurs, if necessary. "You two, behave while I keep you from being eaten." Cassidy added. Wait for the dinosaurs to get into the tunnel, through Venomax's gas. They'd have less space to move in there, at least.

Any chance for enough time having passed to make a Con check to recover from fatigue?

Seemed like she had picked just the right words here, as they pointed out Finnigan's location. Still, Robin was sure it was a good thing that the neighborhood seemed pretty empty. If Justice ever became known to the city in general, she didn't want to be known for hanging out with drug dealers, after all. Crossing her arms, she nodded in response to their statement. Finnigan was creepy, yeah. And they didn't know half of what was up with him. Not that Robin knew much more, aside from him being cursed. Still, he seemed to show some honor among thieves. The guy's request gave her an idea, at least. "Sure, I guess. Anything specific you want me to try finding out? Or anything about him and his kids I should look out for?" Anything that could give her an edge, any bit of knowledge of knowledge, if she had to face Finnigan again.

What she needed? Suuure. Robin tried not to judge, but she really didn't like drugs. Or drug dealers. Part of her wanted to stop them, but if she started firing the Justice Buster, she would quickly give herself away. She made a note of it the place. She'd go back. Maybe call the cops on them. If that would even help in this part of the city. Robin lifted an eyebrow, some of the effect lost by the mask. She was wearing a mask, and the guy asked if she was a cop? That was kind of amusing, drawing a grin to her lips, even if maybe she shouldn't have. How many cops wore bright red masks? If anything, shouldn't it be riot gear? That might look kind of like a mask. At least the second woman confirmed that they knew Finnigan. "I'm a friend of his. Saved him from that Gas Man guy that came looking a few days ago. Wanted to check up on how he's doing." Alright, friend might be stretching the truth a bit, but hey, the rest was basically true.

Pan was not sure when he had last danced with a partner. Dancing across the sky, sure. Moving to music, following the beat, he was fine with that. Now here he was, trying not to make a fool of himself any more than usual. Corinne led, and he followed, carefully watching her movements. She was right, it seemed. No set dance, just movement to the speed of the music. So different from the more formal dances back home. Pan was a quick learner, soon starting to switch things up as he moved to the rhythm. The music was so unlike back on Neverworld. It was free, it was wild. He quite enjoyed it. His grin was wide, and he was positively beaming as he looked at Corinne. Small amounts of glowing glitter was starting to fall off him as his feet glid smoother across the floor.

Aw, Finnigan. Robin had really hoped that Finnigan would have kept his word. Or that the kids would have listened to him. Whatever the case, this was far from what she had hoped would happen. She shouldn't jump to conclusions, really. But she should get to work, and not the tech support job that had started getting less and less interesting lately. As soon as she left the bus, Robin quickly slipped on her domino mask. She had practiced the move, and it was pretty much effortless by now. Back turned so the bus driver didn't see what she was doing, but quick enough that she had the mask on as she left the bus, the hood of her dark grey hoodie pulled up over her hair at the moment. The air was cold, but she still unzipped her hoodie to reveal a red shirt with a yellow star underneath. Robin knew she would have to make a proper costume for when she hadn't put on the suit, but she also kind of liked this. Coat, hood, mask. It was weird walking down this street at night. It was even less welcoming than it had been during the day. It was probably the darkness, but she was spotting far more people lying around. Drug addicts? Maybe, Robin honestly knew little about such things, but something felt off, anyway. She paused a bit as she looked at the fire and the thugs that surrounded it. Should she approach them? Might not be the smartest idea, but they were her only lead right now, and she did have to find Finnigan. No reason to get too close, though. So she approached, stopped a short distance away. "Hey! You guys know where I can find Finnigan?"

Same for Forever Boy.

That was it. Robin had done all that she could. She'd pretty much locked herself in, but she'd managed to get some things ready. She was aware that she really didn't know anything about what had happened during the weekend. All she could do was hope that Finnigan had kept his word, and that the Gas Man hadn't been up to any other trouble. She got up early the next day, still feeling fine. Robin really wasn't sure what she would have done if she hadn't been. Grandmother Dottie's advice would be to take care of herself. But another would be to go out and kick ass. Grandmother Dottie's advice was often contradictionary, but it had served Robin well so far. She'd emailed in to the university and saying she wouldn't be in. Belt on. Gadgets in a backpack. Justice Buster holstered. Mask in her jacket pocket, ready to be put on as soon as she reached Trumble Street. On the way she used her phone to scan for any information she could. Major news sites, sure, but also local message boards, facebook and the like. If there had been another wave of pick pocketing, it was sure to be mentioned there.

As I said, taking 10 on building the gas mask, so it should be fine, and Justice's ready for darkness and gas.

Finally! The moment she woke up, Robin felt better! No more being sick! And she had a FULL day ahead of her, to get ready! She should have enough time to build the gas filter, and probably get some rest in between and after. She might be feeling better now, but it could quickly turn around if she wasn't careful. Better to follow grandmother Dottie's advice and take care of herself. Most of the day was spent in the workshop at the university, working on building the the gas mask. Something she could quickly put on, if the gas mask showed up, but small enough to fit in her backpack. She didn't want to risk anything tomorrow. If Finnigan or the Gas Man were up to trouble, then she had to stop them. The Gas Man had clearly not taken her seriously at first, and sure, she might have been a bit too eager to trust him, but not again. She would be ready. And so, she worked into the afternoon, finally returning home. A long, hot bath. Some good food. More Kamen Rider Kabuto. Then she'd get ready for the next day, and the challenges it would bring.

"I'm Robin Langley, nice to meet you!" Robin answered. She offered her hand to shake, but after fumbling with it for a moment, she accepted the business card again. Alright then, not a hand shaker. It was all good. The weekly lecture sounded interesting, and she made a mental note to try attending. She was just about to offer to host a few lectures when Gretchen ran off to deal with another customer. One that was eating ice cream. Robin kind of wanted to lecture the teen about the damage ice cream could do to some of the older books here, but she didn't want to step out of line. It was Gretchen's store, after all. Still, she slowly followed behind, catching the tail end of the conversation. And then the teen suddenly didn't have the ice cream anymore and yelled about brain freeze. Interesting. Super powers, maybe? "So, have all your new customers been like her?" she asked Gretchen, motioning towards Mona.

The moment she caught up to the runner, Mona could fully see him. He was tall. Much taller than her, at least 8 feet. He had long, almost elongated limbs, his legs ending in hooves, his arms in three fingered hands. His body was slim, but athletic. His head was equine, narrow at the front, broad at the back. His eyes were thin slits, resembling af lizard's, more than anything. He was entirely golden, though whether it was a suit or his skin was difficult to tell. The sparks exploded from where his hooves hit, be it ground or water. He stared, as Pacer moved past him. His eyes widened in what seemed like surprise. And then Pacer was past him, rushing across the Pacific Ocean. She could hear something resembling laughter in tone, even if the actual sounds were alien to her. Qaqaqaqa... It was a weird sound, really. The golden horse was clearly left behind, stumbling from the shock of being overtaken and skidding across the water far far behind Mona.

Fort save: 1d20+6 = 7 Wow. So much for Justice's succes rate. Burning another HP for reroll: 1d20+6 = 22 (rolled 16) She'll spend the 8 hours building the Gas Mask, then rest the rest of the day. Taking 10 again.

Even scribbling away on a notepad, Robin had to take plenty of breaks to rest, drink and sleep. This was not going according to her plans, but what could she do? Grandmother Dottie always said that she should take care of herself before she could take care of others. She had to deal with things in a few days, and whether she had equipment or not, she had to get better first. So she slept. She rested. She scribbled some designs. She watched Kamen Rider Kabuto, wondering if she could put some of the abilities from that show into her armor at some point. She finished the designs, which sadly had little to do with the show. She needed a way to deal with the Gas Man, after all. And so, she slept through the night. She might have spent a day doing nothing, and she really felt bad about it, but if she had gone to the workshop to get any work done, then she really wouldn't have made much progress anyway. Hopefully, she would feel better in the morning.

Well, the goggles came out pretty good. Robin admired them, looking around in the total darkness of the workshop. And then almost hitting her head on a table as she sneezed loudly. And oh god the snot was just everywhere. Robin would need to get some light on if she was gonna clean up. Now that she was done, she started to feel the fever. Thinking about it, it might have been there for a while, but she had just been so focused on her work. She was starting to feel rather hot, and looking into a mirror it was clear that she was starting to go pale. She felt sore and sick. This was really bad. She only had two more days to get ready before her deal with Finnigan expired, and she was feeling worse by the minute. Robin had planned to go straight home and get to work on the next gadget, but it really didn't seem like she would be able to do that. So, stuffing the goggles into her backpack, she stumbled on her way home. The rest of the evening was spent in bed, slowly working on the next tool. Something to help her deal with the Gas Man if he showed up again, but she had to stop before long. She was feeling worse by the minute, now. Microwave dinner, tea. And then she tumbled into bed. Waking up the next morning, Robin felt perhaps a bit better. Still, she was unsure if she could actually get any work done, but still, a little push. She had to finish designing the tool, at least.

Fort save vs disease, then: 1d20+4 = 5 Ow. I think we're going beyond fever, now. I'm gonna use a HP to reroll, just to have a chance of getting healthy before the days are up: 1d20+4 = 17 (rolled 13) And then she's off to bed before getting started the next monring. Gonna start designing a mask that can filter out anything the Gas Man throws at her, leaving some fresh air instead: Immunity 2 (Gas). 2 PP, so DC12 to design, 2 hours spent designing. Taking 10 on the roll. Any bonuses to the next fort save if she rests all day, aside from designing the next item?

What a curious fish. Even if he ignored its unique color palette, Pan was under the impression that fish moved around quite a bit more. Not just flatly floating around such as this. And if something had violently removed all of its fishy friends, then he believed that it should have had some sort of reaction. Could it even see him, behind his veil of nothing? It seemed to be staring straight back at him. So, if all the other fish were gone, then why did this one remain. A mystery, to be sure. Had it eaten them all? It seemed unlikely, given its size, but Pan had seen weirder things. Well, he was in here now, and people had left, so there was no sense in staying hidden. He could hear the an employee talking to someone that called herself Queenie outside the room. A hero, perhaps? Well, no reason to stay hidden. It was indeed a mystery, a puzzle that Pan would love to solve. It took but the blink of an eye, then Pan was in his costume. Red and green, with a green mask to conceal his identity. He had learned much at his so-far brief time at Claremont, chief among his lessons being that he would need to conceal his true identity, even if he didn't have much to conceal here. To onlookers, the Forever Boy would simple appear in the room, standing in front of the aquarium with the rainbow colored fish, staring at it with his hands folded behind his back. He spoke out loudly, to make sure the employee could hear him. "Excuse me, sir. That is not quite right. There's still one fish here. It seems rather small, so it hardly seems possible that it ate the rest." He didn't really believe that possibility, but the employee would know better.

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GM Pacer would be running. Of course she would be. After all, that was the entire reason that she had been chosen for this. A blur had raced past, and she had heard a single sentence spoken, with a voice that was almost like a whisper. The accent had been strange, nothing she could place from anywhere she had run to on the Earth. The message was simple, and yet enough to attract her attention: "Catch me if you can." Then she had seen the blurred being rush past her in a straight line. The other runner had the headstart, but she was slowly catching up, and she was starting to spot him. A golden blur, leaving behind a trail of sparks. Like a lighter that failed to ignite a flame.

Yep, pretty much. Only got 3 days, and there's a few things to cover, so Robin will be making a few 2 PP worth inventions. Too lazy to roll, so just taking 10 on Crafting the Night Goggles, with Craft [Electronics] roll for 22, beating the DC12.

Robin made a quick smile at Ms. Doors, before the older woman returned to her virtual garden. It was fine, she was used to that. She'd just work on whatever she needed for her PhD, or... some other things. Extracurricular activities were an important part of her other life, after all. "I'll, uh, be in the workshop. Got a new design to try out." She knew that Ms. Doors had no idea about her PhD, so it should be fine. So, she made her way to the workshop. She wasn't feeling her best, and normally she'd get home in bed with hot chocolate and whatever series she was on at the moment, but it wasn't like Robin had time for that right now. She had three days to get something together, and even if she didn't have time to properly work it into her suit or figure out how to move it out, she could still prepare something. Once she was in the workshop, she quickly shut the door and flicked on the "WORK IN PROGRESS" sign. Odds were low that someone would come here today anyway, but this should keep anyone out, just in case. And so, she got to work. She'd created the design the evening before. A pair of goggles that would let her see in darkness, just in case they got into those tunnels again.

Oh this was absolutely great! Ever since her mom had first brought her along when she five, Robin had always loved Anne Leonard Books. She had spent hours just looking at all the books, annoying Lucas Jr. to no end when he had just wanted to get out of there and look at something else. Robin had been worried when she heard Mrs. Leonard was going to sell it. So she had headed to the big opening, dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, and her favorite red sneakers, rather worn from a good amount of use. She'd put a black hoodie on, unzipped to reveal a blue shirt with a big lightning bolt logo on the front, clearly modelled after Captain Thunder's. And of course her glasses. Needed those. Now that she stood inside Silberman's Northwest, it really didn't seem like Robin had anything to worry about. The entire thing was still amazing. And she really liked the new additions. Alright, granted, she was maybe kinda in the intended target audience. So, Robin found herself browsing. She really liked the new area with books on science. Many more than there'd ever been before. And the movie and comics sections! It was great! She just kind of moved back and forth between whatever caught her fancy, as she explored the new setup, before finally deciding to approach who she guessed to be the owner. "Hi, are you the new owner? I love what you've done with the place! Anne never had a science section that big before!"

Pan was only happy to accept the invitation and Corinne's hand, his attention quickly shifting.. "I'd be delighted, Miss Conrad!" he winked at Micah and Monica. It would be good for his roommate to spend some time alone with a girl. Might give his confidence a nice boost! And it would be fun to dance, Corinne was one of his fellow students that he had not had the chance to spend much time with, so it would be nice to get to know her. He had heard rumors, but he put little faith in such. "I must confess that I know no dances from Earth, so by all means, take the lead and I shall learn!" He was happy, and he let it show. "Shall we put on a show to amaze them all, then?"