Heritage

Okay, Grim's boosting her Charisma back up to 36 and working the Bluff; with 15 ranks and Skill Mastery, that gives her a 38 :o

At first, Grim was more than a bit taken aback by the sudden shift in tone. "Uh, sure..." However she quickly realized she was in a rather unusual position, and would have to be a fool not to take advantage of it. With a regal wave of her hand, she adopted a more highborn appearance which she hoped looked Winter Court-y, laying the glamour on fairly thick for good measure. When she spoke, her voice dripped icy contempt. "I wish to speak with your mistress about affairs in the mortal world; please take us to her at once."

Lynn scratched her head. "Well me and Colt didn't end up anywhere, which now makes me feel kinda left out. How 'bout the rest of you guys?" She headed over the the coffee maker and started fixing a pot; it sounded like they might be up for a while.

Okay, forgive me for dragging this out, but I have two very important questions to ask, at least from Estelle's POV; what kind of guitar is Guitarmageddon, and does he apprear to be any good?

Lynn nodded in understanding. "Ah, okay; I never played D&D often enough to earn a nickname, but I did play a half-elf rogue/sorcerer, which now seems like either destiny, irony or just a ridiculous coincidence." The waitress came by to take thier orders, the more experienced heroine indicating Vickie should go first; once both orders were placed and drinks provided (Lynn went for a huge carmel mocha frap under a mountain of whipped cream), she once again felt comfortable talking 'shop'. "So can you 'port people with you or do other cool stuff? Like, could you teleport my frap across town?" She held it up for a second before take a long sip which gave her a white mustache that was quickly licked away. "Mmm, nummers! 'Cause if not, you should definitely start trying that kinda stuff. You gotta push your powers to see what else you can do; makes you a lot more flexible."

Grim is using her Emotion Control 15 for its usual fear effect, though I don't know if it will affect a fellow faerie. Also sadly I'm at work and IC is blocked, so I can't roll anyways. :(

Boy, they sure make it easy for you, don't they? In a flash, Lynn was there, scooping up her bag and repairing it with a touch. Looking down at the pathetic would-be thief, she crosed her arms and shook her head in disgust. "Y'know normally I'd call the cops on you, but I'm in a bit of a hurry today, so I'm just gonna scare the living crap out of you and hope that makes the message stick." Sparing a quick look over her shoulder to make sure no one was paying much attention, the changeling turned back to address the punk, but now her features were horrifically transformed; most of the flesh was missing, fully exposing the skull, and bright red centipedes appeared to crawl in and out of the various orrifices. Her bulging bloodshot eyes stared balefully at the fallen teen, and when she spoke, her voice seemed to echo up from the bowels of Hell. "Now run along home and go straight to bed!"

Estelle sheilded her eyes and squinted up at the young crimefighter. "I take it from your partial costume that would be Jack of All Blades? Yes, we met a few times, once on a mission to outer space and then he just showed up at an open audition I held, played a guitar made of pure electricity and generally made an ass of himself in the best possible way." She grinned at the memory. "Do you take after him in the area of swordsmanship, or do your skills lie in other directions? Hold that thought." To better protect her delicate skin from the sun's rays, Gossamer formed a large golden parasol, wide enough to cover herself and one or two guests in the shade. She indicated Dragonfly with a nod, causing the parasol to bob slightly, and spoke softly to the masked teen. "By the way, forgive me for saying so, but your girlfriend is quite a brilliant engineer; I admire her not just for her skills and knowledge, but her ethics as well. You're a very lucky young woman." Smoothly switching gears, she called out to the rest of the group as she reached over to her boombox. "Is it alright if I play a little music? It's just not a beach party without it."

Lynn pondered Vicky over the top of her menu, chewing on the inside of her cheek; finally she sighed and set her menu aside. "Alright, I'll bite; why did they call you 'Lefty'? And this story better be hilarious; I'm not looking at pictures of food for this."

Lynn was doing some last minute shopping for the wedding, just a few odds and ends that had been overlooked in the insane pre-planning leading up to the big day; her mind had so laser-focused on all aspects of the ceremony and reception that she completely missed the young thief who made off with her bag. True, it was mere glamour and cost her nothing, but the wallet and all its contents were all too real. "What? Oh, damn it!" She quickly gave chase, too exposed to pull any pixie shenanigans, but confidant in her ability to capture any purse snatcher without having to use a tenth of her powers. She called down the alley, sniffing the air as she crept forward. "Buddy, you don't know it yet, but you've just made a huge mistake; why don't you save yourself a lot of trouble and gimme my bag back, okay?"

Okay, I hope to get the wedding thread started this weekend :toot:

Grimalkin was in her normal fighting duds, which didn't look very warm but cold hadn't been an issue for a long time; she was reflexively extended and retracting her claws as she stared at the ground. "My experiences in Faerie have taught me that you really can't plan for much of anything, other than not to trust your senses. Last time I was there, I was a cat." She shrugged. "So just be ready for anything, I guess."

The blonde heroine grinned as she firmly shook his hand. "Right the first guess! How do you do; are you a friend of Jessica's?" "Oh, of course!" Estelle found one of the mildly unnerving things about dealing with young people was their somewhat scattershot approach to life, leaping from one situation to another. Had she been the same at their age? "And nice to see you as well." Her gaze wandered over the assembled group, and she shook her head in mild amazement. "This is a much more eclectic group than I was expecting, not that there's anything wrong with that-" She noted the lovely young woman applying suntan lotion to Dragonfly's back, which brought her up short for a few seconds; truly the world was changing, and for the best it seemed. "Uh, I must admit I had rather whimsical images of men and women in lab coats playing volleyball, but clearly this is a vast improvement." "Nice to meet you too, CT." She indicated the outdoor glass kitchen with a nod. "Very impressive work there; your control is excellent." As the scent of sunscreen filled her nostrils' she became aware of her own pale WASPy skin. "If you'll excuse me, I need to cover up a bit." She dropped the beach bag off her shoulder and fetched out a bottle of SPF 50 and rubbed it on her arms, then employed a technique that was alternately bizarre and intriguing to apply it elsewhere, namely squirting lotion directly on her hair pseudopodia to get the most thorough covering possible. To her credit, she did it in a brisk business-like fashion. "There, basted to perfection!" She set up her beach chair, cooler and boombox slightly off to one side, feeling a bit like an outsider but refusing to give up entirely on the situation.

Moving for wrap-up in here; if anyone else wants to make a final post, feel free to do so.

Lynn rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Honey, there's a reason I hung onto the 'Time in a Bottle' Eli gave me; gonna give new meaning to the word 'quickie'. And sadly the babies are gonna have to be nixed, since this is a family event, so we'll have to make do with the chickens." One might have expected the changeling to leap across the room and tackle their Germanic mentor, but instead she was surprisingly restrained; Grim merely smiled and mouthed, "Thank you". The petite brunette looked extremely pleased. "It wouldn't be an Interceptors wedding without you, Dok, even if no one else but us knows it." She held her arms wide open. "Guys, I think this is gonna be great! I'm really looking forward to dancing the horah with all of you and having my two crazy families finally meet". Then Lynn stopped and started to rub her chin. "Now about the reception dinner..."

Roo, you need to change the date of this thread to May 21st or before, since the wedding is on Sunday, May 22nd! I just haven't gotten a chance to start a wedding thread yet.

After Nick mentioned the specifics his origin, 'Detective Colby' grew very quiet. "I died, too; I guess it's more common in our circle than I thought." She bowed her head. "I was alone in an alley and I froze to death, although I didn't know it at the time. And then I woke up like this-" She held up her hand and her claws came out. "My soul, spirit, whatever you wanna call it, wrapped in glamour. But my body, or at least what's left of it, lies buried in an unmarked grave in Avalon." Looking at the others present, she suddenly flushed with embarrassment. "Sorry." At Gabriel's suggesion, she nodded vigorously and pointed at the evangelistic hero. "I like that idea, let's do that thing."

Traffic was just plain horrible, of course, but it really wasn't feasible to swing from tree to lamppost all the way out to Lake Mackenzie, so Dr. Estelle de Havilland had rented a bright yellow Jeep Wrangler with its back cover removed for the day, and made the most of it. With her iPod playing a selection of classic summertime metal jams through the stereo, she finally made her way out to the lake, her pale blur eyes scanning for her group. Soon enough she picked out Jessica and Dragonfly (the latter looking simply adorable in a swimsuit and goggles), and what looked like a number of their younger friends. Much younger. Hmm. Will I be the cool big sister or annoying aunt? Only time will tell. She parked the Jeep and stepped out onto the hot asphalt; at five foot nine she was taller than most of the girls and a bit more mature. Today she was looking more casual than she'd dressed in years, wearing boating shoes, baggy cargo shorts, a vintage AC/DC t-shirt and a tennis visor integrated into magnificent golden tresses. From the trunk she easily lifted a cooler, folding chair and a sport boombox with an iPod docking station, the three beach party staples floating a few inches off the ground in her fibrous grasp. "Hello!" She smiled and waved cheerfully; her Hamptonian accent suggested many summers spent in the vicinity of yachts, but her demeanor is relaxed and open. "Sorry I'm a bit late; I haven't driven in a few years, and I'm afraid I'm not very good at it. Old folks like me tend to drive a bit slower as well." Setting down her burdens, she swept her gaze over the assembled young people. "Well, I'm afraid I don't know most of you; Estelle de Havilland, a pleasure."

Indeed, congratz! Got in late tonight after almost no sleep last night, so I'm pretty much going straight to bed. Look for much postings tomorrow!

THIS! IS! FREEDOM! (That's a 'yes' to more violence )

Grim playfully wrinkled her nose and whispered, "Just don't tell too many people." Returning with Nick to the ritual space, she was happy to see things seemed to be wrapped up nicely. The shapeshifter's hand shot up. "Oh, me me me! Who do you want me to be?" She transformed into the world-weary shape of Detective Morena Colby, in black jeans and a loose gray sweater with a pistol holster over her shoulders. "I'm sorry we kept your employee a bit past his lunch break, but he was assisting us with a police matter. You should hold on to him, he's a keeper."

Toughness save vs fire, and lots of it! 1d20+14=23 Ouch! I'll take it, for dramatic purposes.

Grim nodded firmly. "Works for me." The tiny shapeshifter flew straight up, turned a graceful loop in the air, and then plunged straight at White Knight, her miniature claws sharp as glass. As best she could, she tried to drive him backwards in the hope he would drop the casket to one side after the impact. Bracing herself for the contact with his flames, she shredded a long tear across his chest.

Grim's gonna come out of the sky like a tiny Angel of Death and take a swipe at the big flaming jerk. Sneak Attack with claws: 1d20+15=25 Does that hit, if so DC 27 Toughness save vs tiny raazor-sharp claws!

Okay, init roll for Grim! 1d20+12=18 Low for her, but I think that still puts her at the top.