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Found it! http://orokos.com/roll/326801

Having some phone posting issues, and lost the original Notice roll. Rerolled and got a 28. I defer to you as what I should do. http://orokos.com/roll/326804

http://orokos.com/roll/326801Notice check: 1d20+10=18 Kn:Technology check:1d20+4=13 http://orokos.com/roll/326803

Shike stiffly shook the admiral's hand, having never really mastered the art of the handshake; she knew too hard or too soft was bad, but had yet to find a happy medium. "It's an honor to meet you, sir; Grimalkin spoke of you with respect." Wait, what? Where did that come from? Guess it was best to roll with it. When the odd aquatic woman arrived, Gretchen was slightly put off; how do you think of things to say to complete strangers? Her boss made it look so easy. "I am the Shrike. Good to be working with you." Uck, whatever! Thankfully the presence of clues, a problem to sort out, put her in more familiar ground. She cocked her head to one side, somewhat bird-like as always, and considered the CO2 tank for a few moments. "Maybe for propulsion, but maneuverability would be poor with just the tank. To put out fires or to suffocate...seems unlikely. On the fringe side, maybe a CO2 breather? Alien or plant-based lifeforms could conceivably breath it In and exhale oxygen." At the mention of privacy, the young sidekick mutely nodded as she locked her travel mug onto her belt and floated after the admiral, about six inches off the ground. The extra elevation helped her feel less like a little kid playing dress up.

- Gretchen! Gretchen, wake up! - Buried deep under a pile of covers, the young barista blindly flailed a hand out in search of her bedside alarm, but instead she merely managed to sock the boy in bed next to her right in the face. "Ow! What the hell, G!" One corner of the coverlet rose up, and a small bleary-eyed face emerged and peered at the handsome African-American lad beside her. "I want to say....Tycho?" - Gretchen, wake up, it's important! - The drowsy sidekick sat up suddenly, threw out her arms, closed her eyes and yelled up at the ceiling. "I AM awake, boss! I'm just punching a naked guy. Like I sometimes do." "Yes, it's Tycho, and who the hell are you talking to?" - I only got like half of that; who are you punching naked? - Shaking her head, Gretchen took half the covers with her as she stumbled towards the bathroom. "Too many voices. I need a shower and five shots of espresso." - - - Ten minutes later, the leather-clad figure known as Shrike was flying towards the river; what made it particularly interesting was how she managed to drink her espresso out of a travel mug while doing so. - So we got a hit on the site? - - Yes! That new layout you came up with is finally generating some traffic! - - So explain to me why Grimalkin's website got a hit, and Grimalkin isn't actually showing up. - - Dude, I totally would, but we've got that city inspector coming in, and then I have to go right to class right after. - - Well, then. No worries. I hear and I obey. - - You RULE, Gretch! - -Yes. Yes, I do. - Still incongruously drinking out of her travel mug, the masked figure gently alighted on the ground next to what she could only assume were the appropriate human authority figures; they were all wearing hats. Looking up at them (as she frequently had to, even in her three inch heels), she raised the mug to her lips and dramatically intoned, "Gentlemen, I greet you. How may the Shrike be of assistance to you?"

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Lynn quickly looked over at the young student for a second, as long as she was willing to tear her eyes of the screen. "Oh, sorry if it's too hot or too cold for you; I don't really feel it unless it's subarctic or dancing on the lip of a volcano hot. Usually I just try and keep the cats comfy." She indicated a darting furry streak the tore across the floor. "There's one now; hi babies! Come meet Sakurako; she's from where you dark goddess Hello Kitty comes from!" Three cats nervously came out to check out the new arrival; the first vanished in a flurry of claws the minutes the young girl looked at her, the second seemed fascinated by the sound and texture of her suit and swatted at her gel-filled legs, and the third slowly climbed up onto Lynn and curled up in her lap, purring loudly with throat and tummy exposed for scratching. "That's my good babies! Meet Mafia, Plaque Attack and DB; Momma's little sweet puffs! Oh, here we go, the show's starting in earnest." Demonchaser Jo turned out to be much as Lynn described it, the tale of a young half-breed girl named Josephine Whitethorn who road throughout the Old West (one with dirigibles and mole machines, of course), fighting evil creatures known as the Damned Things. The changeling also explained that first seven serials each focused on a creature that personified one of the Seven Deadly Sins. "After that, they retooled it a lot, with a lot of new cast members and mythology; it's still pretty good, but a lot of the Faithful kinda deny the last two serials happened. Y'know, just like over here."

"Yeah, well....bullets give you a doozy of a headache, I'd wager." Lynn was still trying to figure out the various factions the merc had mentioned as she experimentally sniffed various packages in search of the elusive coffee. She really hoped Naomi's mild Welsh accent wouldn't get her in trouble when she came round. She was, however, much more alarmed by the casual mention of the German Luftwaffe; of course, her elfish ears knew that the term simply meant 'air weapon' or 'air arm', and therefore did not automatically mean her old pals the Nazis were busy marching their jackboots across the world. Just to be on the safe side, she kept her tone open and friendly as she gently probed deeper. "So how'd you end up flying for the Germans? It doesn't sound like you were born there. Yes, here it is!" The changeling held the bundle under her nose and took a long rapturous sniff. "Ahhh, that's the good stuff! How do you take your coffee, Peri? I must admit I normally polute it quite heavily with cream and sugar."

Casey could work in either of the first two. Grim and/or Shrike could be fun in Bombshell's thread.

Yeah, I think I should have a good post for you tomorrow morning; sorry I didn't get my s### together early enough today to get the ball rolling.

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Casey laughed and adjusted her glasses. "Oh, it's always that way, Miss Baines! Basically you're like any camp counselor; half the kids are Goody Two-Shoes who want your approval, and the other half want to sneak behind the mess hall and smoke cigarettes!" Like a good Scout, she was wearing a vest over her light windbreaker and T-shirt while on deck this far out to sea; if it had been a big cruise ship, she would have nixed it, but a boat this size was a different story. Otherwise she wore khaki shorts and leather boat shoes. "So have you been to this part of the world before, Miss Baines? I visited a friend of mine in Japan a month or two ago; so cool!" It was nice that Claremont had arranged for her 'escort', though she did think it was a bit silly; surely a girl who could fly and lift a few tons could take care of herself!

"Copy that." Casey began to slow down as they got closer to the Beltway; she'd made a thorough study of the flight paths approaching DC before she left, and she was careful to adjust her angle of approach, air speed and altitude accordingly. She'd also sent a text ahead to her dad's office to pass the word that she would be incoming to Fort Meade. "So what exactly are we looking for," she asked as she scanned the airport with her amazing eyes. "Miss Americana works for ArchTech, right? I've read a few articles about her; she seems really cool. Oh, I think I see her jet!" The teen powerhouse made a gentle landing next to the plane, dropping to the ground to self-consciously run her fingers through her hair before meeting the famous super; her hair must look insane right now! Feeling very young indeed, she floated towards the private jet, peered through one of the port holes and knocked. "Uh, hi!" She smiled and awkwardly waved as she called out to the passengers. "You don't know me, but I'm Miracle Girl! Vigilant is my dad!" Then she indicated the armored agent over her shoulder with a nod. "I gave Argonaut a lift, too!"

Casey was clearly delighted my the monkey, an animal lover to the core. "Omigod, what a little cutie! Here, you can steal this!" She pulled a Kind bar out of her bag and held it out for him to snatch. She was, however, even more transfixed by the athletic newcomer with the crossbow; on the one hand, his clothing and gear suggested a rugged lifestyle and a love of the outdoors, but then again he looked like he could be in a boy band. So many new cute boys this year! All the boys in her own grade were either emotionally distant or taken. She kept sneaking peeks at both of them. In response to the earlier question about fun, the blonde powerhouse shrugged and adjusted her glasses. "Well, like Saku said, we're kind of boring; sometimes I help her with her science stuff, and I keep active with Scouting and volunteer work. I like to build stuff, play sports and board games, and go camping." She laughed. "Yeah, we're pretty darn square, really."

The beginning of school really hit me hard, so I couldn't find the time to post these properly. Now that I'm more in the swing of things, this should be a less of an issue going forward. This might take a day or two to complete; I will put COMPLETE in bold at the end when this is done. Grimalkin/Shrike (28) Flying Into The Storm (11) Head of State (1) Monopoly Misappropriations (6) Silberman's Books: Reprise (9) Two Duplicators and Grim, Too! (1) Miracle Girl (2) Brain Drain (1) Patriotic Gore (1) COMPLETE!

She has some investigative skill, but is far from an expert; she does at least have an inquisitive mind and decent Notice and Sense Motive ranks. I will be adding more skills to her, along with some new unlocked powers from her magical Devices, when I apply another Award to her in the future.

Happy birthday, Ecal, and a belated one to TT!

Does he ever ship himself in a trunk to save airfare? That could get him on the plane

Consider me interested, Durf! Miracle Girl in particular would be well-suited for the second one, due both to her abilities and knowledge of aviation.

God, I am such a dork! Casey was super-excited about this trip; ever since reading about Agent Orange during a history class that touched on Vietnam, she'd wanted to visit Southeast Asia and lend a hand in the clean-up effort. As the proud daughter of an American military man, she felt it was her duty to help right a wrong from decades ago. And while Casey Blanenkship the student could help out during the say, perhaps one Miracle Girl might show up at night and add a little extra elbow grease to the problem. So far, the trip had been a lot of fun; getting to meet other students who shared her love of volunteering was always a treat, and she now had almost a dozen new Facebook friends. Lots of Scouts both Girl and Boy, lots of Greenpeace and Sierra Club. Good times!

Merge!Grim squinted her eyes and began to peer into the darkness, her fae eyes easily able to pierce the gloom, and she sniffed the air as she cocked her head this way and that. “This is starting to feel a lot like a trap; the Duke always called me a 'beautiful butterfly', and hinted that he wanted to posses me.” She indicted the mirror with a tilt of her head. “That may well be the honey at the bottom of the killing jar." She toggled her radio once more. “Keep a weather eye out, Star; things could get nasty very very fast.” The changeling pondered the many other Merges, and a rather ghastly thought occurred to her. “So don't take this the wrong way, but...is it possible to sacrifice one of your clones? I mean like a pawn in chess, to draw the enemy queen out."

Lynn flopped on the other end of the couch and put her bare feet up on the coffee table. "Okay, a video, you say? Well then there's only one way we can start, then!" Clearing her throat, she called out with an enthusiastic cry, "Demonchaser Jo! First serial, chapter one!" Suddenly the floating screen went black, and the opening crawl of Lynn's all-time favorite show back home on Otherworld began as letters of flame scrolled up, and that familiar voice like smoked hickory began to intone: "In the beginning, there was Darkness; formless, unaging. And in the Darkness, the Damned Things danced and sang, for their world was perfect. But then one day, their paradise was shattered by the arrival of their greatest enemy: MAN." The store owner recited the words along with the narrator, giddy with excitement, and a bowl of delicious buttery popcorn suddenly appeared in her lap. "Oh my God, this show is amazing! Think Buffy the Vampire Slayer meets Unforgiven meets Jules Verne; cowboys, horses, airships, demons, vampires, love triangles, the works!" Then she turned to Sakurako with a very serious face. "You don't have anywhere to be for the next week, do you? It's only nine serials long."