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There were downsides to being pampered. Vicki's entire life had been plotted out and measured for maximum political effectiveness for her father. So her driving instructor had been private and she had learned in very nice cars on private roads. Which, when in a pack with many other vehicles, some intent on smashing you, was a very sudden and cold dose of reality. As her pram weaved and dodged around the Kooplas and her fellow students Vicki was very intent on not smashing into them or anything else. Still, while she was in over her head, if she was being fair, this would likely not have been anything they would have taught. With both hands gripping the wheel she navigated around the tentacles, clowns and other racers. Terrified to take her hands off the wheel again, she came up with a bit of an idea. Her mentor, Synapse, had been helping her work with her powers and this seemed as good a time as any to put that experience into practice. Reaching out with her mind she latched onto one of the Kooplas steering wheels and when it was aligned with another of the turtles, she wrenched it to the side hoping to cause them to smash into each other. Her mind proved to be strong enough and she cried out in joy as the two carts smashed into each other, making the way forward far easier. Even better, the out of control Koopla couldn't avoid one of the massive tentacles as it smashed down on the cart, causing it to explode in a digital shower of pixels. "Woo! That actually worked! I don't think I've ever used my powers like that before," she called out in excitement.

I mean... that might be literal. Vicki will be doing her best to avoid tentacles. I forgot to put that.

First off... Vicki is driving! With two hands on the wheel this time! 1d20+7 = 19 Then, she is going to try and grab the steering wheel with her Telekinesis and try to get one Koopla to run into the other. Not quite sure what to roll, but I'm going to guess it's strength on strength? 1d20+8 = 26 As a side note the power does have precise, so I'm hoping that helps in getting it to do what she wants.

Vicki blinked several times, she had never asked that before and had only gotten some small glimpses of her mentor's life over the past couple years. That was an amazing story and something that was straight out of one of the action movies. Shaking her head, she turned to the man sitting on the couch next to her. He had blonde hair and blue eyes with a seeming casual attitude to his natural good looks which were not hard to look at with a lean build of a gymnast. "That had to be quite a first date, but I don't know that we've ever met before. Thank you for letting me come into your home." She hadn't heard him come in, but she was already starting to accept that meta humans were far more common than not. Of course, what she didn't realize was that he was just an echo of the real Foreshadow, past or present was hard to tell. Whatever this phantom said to her, it caused her to reply, "no, really I appreciate it... and yes, Synapse is really awesome. I have to agree. You're very lucky!" Turning to look back at Dee she gave a hidden and shielded thumbs up to her mentor with a cheeky grin plastered across her face.

As Vicki tossed the bomb, she was delighted to see it impact on the brightly colored course and in a comical explosion, blast two of the clowns off and presumably to their 8 bit doom. It was however then that she realized why her driving instructor had always insisted on '10 and 2' for keeping her hands on the steering wheel. At the time it had just seemed like one of many little things to nit pick about. As she had thrown the bomb, she had subconsciously pulled on the wheel, causing the cart to veer wildly out of control. As the pink pram teetered precariously on two wheels, she quickly got her hands back on the wheel and wrenched it back. This of course caused an over correction, a drift and released a very unladylike squeal from the teen. "Ten and two! Ten and two!" she shouted as the pram flopped back onto four wheels and at least seemed to be heading mostly in the right direction. Sadly, all of this maneuvering, or lack there of, squandered her lead in the race and caused her to fall back into the pack with all of the other racers. That is, other than Consuelo who had rocketed out to a commanding lead.

Vicki giggled and nodded, her first few days at the school had been a massive culture shock. Everything that she thought she knew had been upended, in a very good way. Like many other wayward students who had attended Clarmont, Vicki had realized that in a very short period of time, that it had become her home. She loved the people there, had already started to make the beginnings of friendships, and most important, was becoming slightly less conscious of her powers and how different they made her from 'Joe Average'. "I don't know how you did that. I guess I'm not much of a rebel... I think you were and are really brave. You know what people are like, especially in the 'upper crust' or whatever you want to call it." Then a slightly shy smile crossed the teen heroes face as she looked over to her friend and mentor, "so... um... how did you meet your husband?"

Head hurt. Cannot think. Holiday Stuffing.

That actually did make her feel better, by a fair margin. Heroes in the media were typically presented as competent and professional. 'A hero will save the day' was not an uncommon phrase, and to be fair, not an uncommon occurrence. So to admit that she didn't have control over what she did was always a little frightening and certain something she didn't feel very good about. Still, she was getting comfortable enough to ask far more mundane, if perhaps more teen centric questions, "so... what sorts of fun things do people do when they aren't studying or practicing?"

As she was trying to explain herself to Michael, she saw the arrival of three Claremont students whom she knew fairly well! Looking back to the trio, she gave a little hand wave and a smile. Although, she did her best to keep whatever little focus she had in her still on Michael. It wasn't every day someone offered to dance with her! Hopefully it would be something a little more modern than Guy Lombardo...

Vicki shuffled her feet, looking down at some speck on the ground again. Her father was a massive source of shame for her. She desperately wanted to use her abilities to help people and be part of the hero community at large. But that was difficult with her father's stances and legislation he was pushing for in the UK. At least being over in the states, he was a bit less known, although his frequent rants in parliament often landed him on BBC or CNN or other news networks. "Well... he doesn't really know about it and thinks it's kind of like a um... security blanket. So he often tells my Nanny to 'get rid of that bloodly thing and have her grow up.' As for being all right staying here... I mean, it's just my first day, but I think this might be the most wonderful place I have ever been. Ever. Really." She added the last two words to emphatically give her consent that she wasn't just saying that to be polite. "I mean, he's my father and I love him for that. But no... I don't like any of what he says and certainly less of what he does. I'm kind of hoping to learn more how to control things better. I sometimes have issues focusing and that would be nice to learn to change." Finally she addressed MIzuki's question, "well, I have been told that it... and I are magical. It's not like I have a cauldron and am brewing up potions, or for that matter, have any real idea how it all works, but yes... it's magic and I certainly hope there are teachers here who can help make sense of it all." She said the last picking up the insistent ball which had been bouncing into her ankle over and over. "Do most people here need instructions as to what they do and how they do it?"

All right. Racing roll. Reflex Save (+7) Ugh... Vicki is apparently a horrible driver 1+7 = 8 Tossing Bomb at Clowns! (Ranged +8) But she apparently has played a lot of net ball, 16+8 = 24

Reality shifted around Vicki and they were at a party, but a much different one. Women and men danced and mingled with an old world air about them. She could recognize some, The Centurion, Johnny Danger, the Bluesman. Even out of costume, in suits with tails or women with hoops skirts, so many people were recognizable to her; icons that were world renown. How the Freedom league could pull this off... it was amazing! In her vision addled state, she didn't realize that Charmaine, by Guy Lombardo and His Royal Canadian's was not a current top hit and was nearly a century old. Like all of her visions, she felt a part of them as if they were indeed reality. Walking through the genteel event, she saw waiters bringing Deviled Eggs, Oysters Rockefeller and some sorts of finger cakes around to the guests as well as light beverages in fine crystal. Unfortunately, her bodysuit and boy shorts stuck out like a sore thumb in the highly formal atmosphere. Her presence caused a ripple among the guests which was hard not to notice; "check out the gams on that dame, what does she think this is?", "What a hussy, even Madam Solaire's girls wouldn't be caught dead in public like that." and other comments floated to her ears. Seeing her floundering with the buzz around her, the Centurion approached her with a curt nod, "Miss." Something about his solid practical demeanor grounded her and she gave a smile and a curtsey and replied, "Good evening sir, it's a lovely evening." Whatever he might have responded with crashed around her as the 1920's era party vanished with the jolting sensation of a cold shower. She blinked many times realizing that she had missed several minutes of conversation at the actual party she was attending. It had happened again. Looking up to Golden Star in his impeccable white suit, she gave a bashful smile, "uh... I'm sorry, I think I spaced out there for a moment. I would love that and please forgive me, I'm normally more focused and um... present than this." Wait? He had made a joke too, about her powers! "Oh and no! I won't spoil Christmas for anyone! It doesn't work like that... well usually anyway!"

Magic 8 Ball When the announcement about the holiday party went out, Vicki had debated on going. She had a somewhat secret identity, at least from people outside of Claremont. While she had a very fledgling hero career, due to some of her contacts and her father's money unknowingly financing her suit, she already had a costume. Wearing the black, long-sleeved bodysuit that was complimented by a mid thigh pair of black boyshorts and knee high boots. She was nervous; getting to meet her idols was quite a high stress event! "I want to thank you for taking us Bernadette. I probably wouldn't have gone otherwise," she said with a warm smile. Then fidgeting with her hair and the tight fitting costume, she got out of the car and walked in with the small group.

Hmmm, okay, going to have to get an area on that when I have some stuff to spend. Okay, she'll use her selective concealment to blank herself from everyone other than her 3 teammates. Not sure if I need a roll on that either.

Vicki is going to try and use her: Mind Reading 8 (Emotional Scan; Extra: Effortless, Feat: Subtle 2, Flaw: Limited to Emotions) {10PP} 17PP To see if she can use it as kind of a radar to sense other beings on the track. Additionally, she'll work at staying mostly central to the tack and driving as fast (15) as she can. Let me know if I need a roll for the mind reading. I don't think I do, but either way, let me know.