Heritage

Okay, the thread is up, and Grim is actually kind scary in it. IC OOC

The Brownstone, Saturday April 2nd, 6:08 pm Grimalkin flicked her wrist and a long metal teacher's pointer appeared in her hand "Okay, so here's what I'm thinkin'..." The tiny shapeshifter had pulled most of the furniture away from the middle of the living room in order to allow sufficient space for her to conjure up several cutaway scale models depicting various structures in Freedom City, amongst them Silbermann's Books, the main floor of the Brownstone (including an incredibly detailed model of the backyard, decked out in full party regalia) and what appeared to the the Wreck Room in the Underground. Several small human figures where dotted about, some of them actually recognizable as her fellow teammates. Perched on one of the sofas now ringing her rather excessive display, she indicated a miniature chuppah in the mock-up of the bookstore, her face deadly serious as she looked at the rest of the team. "This is going to be Ground Zero, the focus of any possible attacks during the ceremony itself; Colt, Rabbi Feingold and myself will be under the canopy, which ideally will be protected by some sort of force field. Dok, how small could you rig one of those up?" The invite she'd rather casually sent to the Interceptors (and Archeville!) via Vince had done little to indicate the true state of the changeling's mind when it came to her wedding preparations, which were clearly a bit...much.

Estelle nodded. "Mmm, that sounds good; just nothing too greasy, alright? As for the beer, I sort of expected that, so..." She discretely unzipped her jacket just a few inches, and the necks of two bottles of Anchor Steam 'mysteriously' peeked out, before silently retreating from sight. "Not ice cold I'm afraid, but still infinitely preferrable to the heinous Bud Lite. Sadly I only had room for the two." As she surveryed the roadies working on stage, the blonde heroine felt a little flutter of excitement in her belly. "I really do need to find a suitable venue for live performance; perhaps a small club near the HIT campus might be fun. It's a shame we couldn't get my charity concert off the ground last summer due to all those insurance issues, but my crack team of friends who are lawyers say we might actually be able to pull it off this year." She visibly glowed at the thought.

The cab pulled up a short distance away from the Bandshell, and Estelle de Havilland paid the driver and stepped out. The blonde heroine was dressed down for the occasion, her hair tucked discretly into the dark blue Columbia Sportswear jacket, where it coiled around her torso a few times. In her jeans and light hiking boots and with her hair out of sight, few people seemed to recognize her. She spotted Greg bearby and ambled in his direction, a big warm smile on her face. "Hello, darling." She gave him a quick kiss in greeting, then surveyed the crowd. "So, have you scoped out the best beer vendors yet?"

So Wisp and Grim are in this thread together, and It occured to me that having two young heroines in a limo would be an awesome opportunity for a sneak attack of some sort; does anyone have a new villain they'd like to try out?

Grim looked at her teammate and shook her head in mock-disgust. "Dude, we're playing with kids here; we're not gonna take their frickin' lunch money. Even though they're probably more likely to end up taking mine..." She placed her hand on the green felt in front of Fulcrum and quickly withdrew it, leaving several neat stacks of chips. "There's your buy-in, so you're good to go." She hated to admit it, but not having Fusion at the table made her feel much more relaxed; she wondered if her own mom felt like a wet blanket from time to time.

"" Lynn looked around the room and nodded in approval. ""

The changeling dismissed the portrait out of sight below the table as she grumbled under her breath. "Well, sure, if I made myself ugly or with bad teeth..." This statement actually surprised Lynn, and she looked at Mona in disbelief. "Wait, you've never met Edge? He was there at the hospital when the Grue attacked....or was that the demons? Anyways, he's part of Young Freedom, so he's pretty much just a kid, though really he's more like a force of nature. It seems like he can do just about anything except tell convincing lies or wear sensible clothing."

Watching the three humans drive off at high speed brought a smile to Grim's gruesome mug; not too shabby! GhoulGrim turned to face the affable revenant, for a moment forgetting her current appearance. "Oh hi, DH, I'm glad I found you!" Hearing her sepulchral voice, she held a hand to her pale throat and looked down at herself. "Oh yeah, right." Mist swirled around her and Grim was herself once more. "Sorry, it's just me, Grimalkin; I saw you workin' and I couldn't resist the chance to get in on the fun." She indicated the departed trio with a jab of her thumb. "So what did they do, anyway?"

Oh I agree; I'm looking forward to Thor, but actually pumped for Cap and X-Men: First Class. Two period superhero flicks in one year!

When Sam assumed her own form, Estelle smirked as she labelled the original group pf samples. "I had a feeling you'd go that route; interesting to see that you got the hair right this time." She placed a hand on a well-muscled forearm and gave it an experimental squeeze before prepping the next needle. "I remember when you last tried this, you said you became significantly weaker in a smaller form like mine; is that still the case? And are you more limited in your control of your muscle mass?" Dr. de Havilland turned to Protectron once she got the needle under the Russian's skin. "Are you able to do a subsurface scan on Atlas? I'm curious if his internal anatomy underwent significant change, or if the sex change we perceive is merely cosmetic."

Just to clarify, Grim is just using her plain-old Morph ability here, not any sort of Emotion Control.

Seeing the classic tableau unfolding below her, the miniscule shapeshifter did a rapid moral calculation in her head. Dropping down behind a nearby tomb, Grimalkin quickly took on a ghastly appearance: much taller than her normal self but weighing not much more, a pale gaunt face surrounding glowing red eyes, with long black hair flowing in an invisble breeze. Wrapping a diaphanous burial shroud around her skeletal form, she boldy strode from behind the tomb, one clawed hand held aloft in a warding gesture as she wailed "Beware! BEWARE!" On the off-chance the humans were truly innocent, she didn't unload with her full-on 'boo potential'; no need to be unnecessarily cruel.

Lynn scrunched up her face, slightly self-concious though not exactly sure why. "Uh, criminal justice? I'm not looking to be a cop or a prison guard or anything." She took a step back to look down at her petite frame. "Don't quite have the build for that. I just find it very intersting, and we'll see what kind of job I end up with later on." She looked thoughtful for a moment. "Actually, I would make a good whatever you call it, counselor or parole officer. Or talking to kids about drugs and stuff." She was silent for a time, just enjoying the whole day, before turning the focus back on her partner. "So do you like teaching science? My mom teaches physics, and she says it drives her crazy how much her students don't seem to care, except like the one or two diehard nerdy kids who win the bridge break competition every year."

As Carrie described her quest for fashion, Lynn scowled and folded her arms tightly across her chest. "Everyone thought my Victorian look sucked, even though I'm a total Mistress of Disguise." She reached under the table and produced an ornate, old-fashioned picture frame with a simulated photo of herself in her 'period costume', and presented it to Mona. "I think I looked awesome; what do you think, M?"

Grim happily crawled into the limo beside Wisp, clearly gleeful at the star treatment. "Tell me about it; I actually started out on the wrong side of the law, before I wisely mended my evil ways." She closed the door with a satisfying thud, and a few seconds later the two heroines heard the the front doors slam as well, indicating the security men were ready to roll. Grim hit the intercom. "Hi guys, we're off to the Brooklyn Bagel Company!" "Yes, ma'mm." The massive vehicle pulled away from the curb as the shapeshifter bounced up and down in her seat. "Man, I frickin' love limos!"

So Grim has selected May 22nd for the wedding, but little has been done in-character or by me and Quote on this front; for shame! Based on chat discussion, I think it might be cool for an Interceptors thread setting up the details, as Grim is determined not to have anything ruin her special day. I could see Grim, Colt (whether or not her wants to be there) and Mona in such a thread, though Dok would also make lots of sense. All Interceptors are invited to the planning sessions, but attendance is certainly not mandatory.

The tiny heroine furrowed her brow in thought. "Uh, lessee...oh, do you like bagels? The Brooklyn Bagel Company isn't far, and they have great coffee, twenty kinds of bagels and thirty-five different schmears. And their toasted turkey sandwich is just amazing." - - - - - At last the afternoon came to an end, and Grim dismissed the signing table and chair with a wave of her hand; the two hired goons made ready to escort her out the back door while she snuck in a few last cameraphone opportunities with a few stragglers. Peering up at the large men who dwarfed her, the shapeshifter smiled. "You guys know I can just poof away, right? I almost feel guilty having you around." One of them smiled and gestured towards the back door. "After you, ma'am." Grim giggled and looked at Wisp. "C'mon, there's a limo outside! For like, no good reason!" She waved at the last fans and store staff as she headed out back.

Is this thread still alive? I almost forgot all about it :oops:

Peering over to get a better look at the riot gear look, Grim whistled in appreciation. "Now that is how you show people you mean business!" Out of the corner of her eye, the shapeshifter saw Hans the store manager pointing at his watch; she offered her most heart-melting smile and held up five fingers, asking for just a few more minutes to satisfy a few more fans. Hans shook his head, threw up his hands and walked away. "Okay folks, we've just got five more minutes before I gotta hit the road; let's see how many more things I can deface, huh?" There was a chorus of groans, but the comic store patrons dutifuly pressed forward. Grim looked over her shoulder at Wisp. "Hey, you wanna grab a coffee or something when we're done here?"

When Etain talked, Grim experienced a similar form of confusion to when she hung out with Dok at his wacky tesserect house, but with fewer little chemical symbols dancing in the corner of her eyes. I don't think I'll ever really get hardcore 'shop talk'. The shifter got up, politely dismissing her chair as she followed the changeling. <"Uh, y'know what, let's start nice and simple; let's see the recreation room.>"

Lynn laughed. "My feet are pretty tiny, so I'm not too worried about them getting stepped on." The young woman moved quite well, with an odd mixture of grace and gusto. "So, I think I heard you teach college? I'm a freshman at Freedom College; don't worry, I waited a few years before I enrolled. Do you teach at FC or FCU?" When was the last time she danced with a stranger, Jack and Taylor's wedding? That seemd like ages ago.

Perched invisibly high up in a tree, Grim adjusted her legs, which were starting to cramp up. So how come I can stop my heart, but my legs still fall asleep? She had a good view of the grounds, and postioned herself downwind to pick up the scent of sweat, freshly-turned earth or any other tell-tale signs of human interference. All she could do was wait... After about an hour, the changeling began to grow concerned; what if the vandals went back to one of the graveyards they'd already hit? If so, she was wasting valuble time sitting up in a tree doing nothing. There had to be a better approach to this problem. Then a thought hit her. I should go see an expert. In a flash, she shrunk down to pixie size and took to the air, zipping over the jumbled roofs of the West End on her way to the stately Federal rowhouses of Lantern Hill. Spotting a familiar cemetary, she buzzed overhead, softly calling out. "Dead Head, are you here? It's Grimalkin, and I could really use your help!"

Grim had never been so happy to see her giagantic teammate, and she eagerly waved her over. "Heck no! C'mon, we'll find a way to squeeze you in, 'Crum." "Wouldn't that just be all the cookies? I mean, seriously." She conjured up a party plate with several shallow depressions to pile handfuls of both thin mints and chocolate chip as she scooted her seat over. "Um, okay..." At this point, the shapeshifter felt conflicting emotions; a sigh of relief that the rather prickly heroine was leaving the table, combined with guilt and sadness that Fusion might not feel accepted by the other much younger girls in attendance. "We're playing some bizarre version of five-card stud, but no one's complained yet, so it seems to be working for us. Lemme deal ya in."

Estelle nodded. "Right then, I'll just use brute strength." She turned to look over her shoulder at Protectron. "The tubes should be ready by now; that's an ArcheTech high-speed autoclave, which saves a lot of time." The hairweaver sent forth several tendrils to take a few sample tubes, holding them at the ready as she went to work. Her sensitive hairs gently stroked the surface of Sam's arm, easily detecting his strong pulse; she expertly slid the needle below the skin and filled up first one tube, then another, and a third. Once finished, she swabbed the area with an alcohol wipe, then pressed a cotton ball over the tiny hole and taped it in place with white surgical tape, while thin golden extremities placed the samples in a rack. "Now I'd like you to assume another humanoid form, if you please; pick anything you like." She tore open another syringe. "I'll need to stick you again, I'm afraid; we can't contaminate the sample by using the same needle."