Heritage

Grim rolled her eyes as she rose unsteadily to her feet. "Dream on, Captain Pervo! That's the last time you're ever getting near that time zone!" Before she made another move towards Jack, she took a few seconds to take long breaths through her nose, then blowing them out slowly; it was a trick her therapist taught her back in high school when she had panic attacks, and it really helped to clear her head. She was still awful sore from where she caught Eli in the face, though. "Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, Jackie B! Wears a wig for the ladies to see!" Singing her little ditty, Grim looked to be going into another song-and-dance routine of dodges and feints, but then she suddenly came charging right into Jack's wheelhouse, firing a tiny yet powerful fist right at his kisser!

Okay, Grim gonna spend an HP to shake of the stun, then try to for an All-Out Attack on Jack; since she's converting +5 to her Attack, her Defense will be +7 for this round. Unarmed All-Out Attack roll: 1d20+15=21. Reroll: 1d20+15=31 DC 22 Toughness save, assuming she connects.

Estelle nodded enthusiastically. "That's wonderful Eddie, and I'm so glad you could make it! I think having someone your age on stage will really strike a chord with the audience." During here brief tenure as a teacher at Claremont, she's heard stories about the young man's amazing way with music and sound, and she was genuinely intrigued to see what he could do. So far, she was not disappointed. The blonde heroine strode over to Kurt, one hand resting on her Gibson and the other extended in greeting. "Yes, I'm Estelle de Havilland, the concert organizer. Welcome, Kurt. Uh, why don't you set up your kit over there? Feel free to cannibalize the rented kit over there if you wish, just remember to put it back when your done." There could be no mistaking the woman who just entered the loft; Estelle instantly recognized her from the pages of the Daily Word (What? Everyone reads it!), but it was quite obvious that no mere photograph could encompass the goddess's beauty and charm. It took all of her mother's training to keep the sheer astonishment of her face, and instead compose it a genial smile as she held out her hand. "My goodness, you could only be Divine! I didn't realize you were musical!" The beautiful chemist only now became aware of the fact that her magnificent golden hair had, seemingly of its own volition, unfurled behind her, framing her figure to the best possible effect. Oh good grief... :roll:

Lynn said nothing, but as they followed the goddess out back, she turned to Jill with a stricken face and held up a glamoured sign that read, "Try not to stare at her for too long. You'll go BLIND!" The sign quickly melted away into nothingness. Once they all made it out in the yard, the changeling gestured with a sweep of her arm. "Alright you two, make yourselves at home; the grill is open, as is the bar! Except for you, Jill; you get stuck with sodie pop."

"Hmm?" The massage apparently over, Estelle's attention focused sharply back to Vivian as her hair returned to its braid. "Oh, I just mean having a place to call my own, so I don't have to worry about anything untoward happening to my neighbors. Plus I could have a larger exercise area and install the more efficient shower system that recycles the water." She chuckled. "No, I certainly don't want to get tangled up in the hair business anymore than i already am." Switching gears somewhat, the blonde heroine turned to more directly face her new acquaintance. "So, how have you been making ends meet? Have you been able to find work in your field?"

OP, do you want to make any edits to your post, based on me changing the thread title and the implied sign taped to the wall down in the lobby?

Okay, I think my choice of thread name confused the hell out of folks. She just wants to see who in the superhero community are competent musicians and there for will be a good fit for the concert, not form her own band. I will change the name to help clarify this.

The first thing Grim did when she got home was to take a long shower; by the time she was done, she wasn't shaking nearly as badly as she'd been for the last half hour. Wrapped in a fluffy robe, she climbed into Colt's bed and gently shook him awake. "Honey, you have to wake up. I think Taylor and the baby are in danger...from Jack."

At first, Grim was too scared to scream; her mouth hung open, her eyes were wide, but not a sound came from her. This soon changed. "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" With all the strength she possessed, she hurled the box as high as she could straight up in the air, and ran screaming off the mausoleum, only remembering to shift to pixie form when she was a foot from the ground. She flew like a rocket, heading back towards the Interceptor's Brownstone. Nightmare! Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up- "WAKE UP!"

When Jack finally broke down laughing, Grim conjured up a long thin stick (non-pointed!) to lightly swat him about the head and neck. "You colossal putz! You really had me goin' there! Grrr!" :evil: :roll: Still shaking her head, she tossed the stick over her shoulder (where it politely ceased to exist) and grabbed the box. "This better be something awesome to wash the taste of jerkmonkey out of my mouth." She gingerly held the box at arm's length as she took a peek inside...

In a flash, Lynn's body melted into a thick fluid, which then darted to the other end of the roof and reformed into the pretty brunette, only this time she was wearing sneakers, jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. When she spoke, there was just a touch of edge in her voice and her movements were darting, sharp and angular. "Okay, Jack, I'm glad to hear you mean me no harm! It's...good to know! And I, in fact, mean you know harm!" She laughed awkwardly. "What am I gonna do, deprive cute lil' What's-His-Name of his loving dad? Of course not! That would be horrible! I'm no savage, and neither are you, am I right?"

Something about the sorrowful way Jack referred to his wife as being 'only human' seriously creeped out Lynn, and once again reminded her of the vast gulf that would always remain between the vampire and the rest of humanity. The changeling shifted uncomfortably on her perch; this was not a turn she was expecting the conversation to take. She cleared her throat. "Uh, I don't know how to say this Jack, but I feel human all the time." She shrugged apologetically. "I mean, I didn't even know I wasn't human anymore until Wesley told me the first time we met. I had to be told." She got to her feet and started pacing, easily maintaining her balance along the roof's edge as she gestured while she spoke. "I know logically I should feel different, and sometimes I do, like when I ooze through a crack or something, but the fact is my faerie nature feels as natural as breathing." She turned and looked at Jack with sad eyes. "When I'm with Billy, I feel like a human girl with her human boyfriend, and that's the God's honest truth." She dropped down beside Jack and laid a warm hand on his cool one. "I think what you feel is different, Jack because...well, because you're not alive anymore."

For the record, Grim's Disguise check: 1d20+38=46

Lynn Epstein hadn't been to the Hunter Museum since when she was a kid; she had very strong memories of the first time she saw an actual mummy in the Egyptian collection during a visit to see her grandparents, and the nightmares she'd had for a week afterwords. Even now, the place kinda gave her creeps. She really wasn't much of a museum person in general, but her friend Detective Colby had given her a tip about the new Aztec mirror thing. Well it wasn't so much a tip as suggestion: "It might be a good idea for some heroic types to be around the Hunter Museum tonight, seeing as the staff are putting an actual ancient artifact on display for once. I'm just sayin'." Much to her surprise, Lynn had somehow managed to convince Jack to join her on this informal sort of stakeout, but he'd balked a bit when she suggested they go as a couple, which she kind of understood; just because she had no trouble slipping in and out of various roles didn't mean everybody else did. At Jack's suggestion, they decided to go as tour guides; after a quick scouting mission, Grim changed into an athletic blonde wearing sneakers, khakis and a Hunter Museum polo shirt, and conjured up a matching set for Jack, which actually fit him better than any clothes he'd ever worn. At her post near the display, Grim thought she saw some movement, a weird light or something, but when she got closer to the case, there was nothing. Nerves, no doubt. Raising a hand to her ear, she activated her comlink to check in with Jack. "How're you doin' there, Jackie? You bored yet?" On whim, she'd gone for a Southern belle kinda thing :roll:

Lynn smiled to hear Jack describe his son; as weird and wrong as the whole concept was, a child is a child and she was happy for the three of them. The smile began to fade; unfortunately it sounded like everything wasn't lemonade and rainbows at the Farreti home. Lynn edged closer to her former teammate, her brow furrowed with concern. "Uh, how so? I mean specifically, if you want to talk about it. And I'm not trying to sidetrack us from whatever you originally wanted to discuss; we've got all the time in the world here, buddy."

Lynn's face clouded over a bit. "Okay, yeah, I would like to talk; I was hoping you'd make it to my party, but I kinda didn't expect you to make it. I mean, between the new baby and the security test stuff, I figured you had plenty of good reasons not to come." Suddenly her face brightened, and reached out to gently pat the vampire on the arm a few times. "Oh, oh, before we talk about anything else, how is the baby? Jackie B said you guys had a little boy? I could make him something..."

Grim shrugged. "Sure, no prob." Her working clothes and mask melted into flip-flops, cargo shorts and a Count Von Count T-shirt. "There we go! Face to face once again. By the way, you look a bit like a waiter in that outfit, but at like a really nice restaurant." Then she noted the object he was holding, and her eyes got big and mischievous. "Ooh, what's in the box?" :D

Perched on top of a mausoleum in her full costume, Grimalkin dangled her legs and checked the time on her cellphone for maybe the tenth time; of course, time never moved fast when you really wanted it to, so the waiting was agony. Then a thought hit her. He's probably watching me now; he's probably been here for a good half hour. :evil: Inspired by this thought, Grim came up with a dirty limerick about the hero she was waiting for, reciting it in a loud whisper. "There once was a man named Avenger Who swore to protect folks from danger So he hid in the dark Out in Liberty Park And was busted for touching a stranger." Admittedly not her best, but she gave herself an 'A' for effort.

"Red Five, standing by."

Edits for Gossamer: 1pp = 2 ranks of Knowledge: Physical Science, 2 ranks Perform: Stringed Instruments 1pp = Skill Mastery (Bluff, Diplomacy. Knowledge: Physical Science, Perform: Stringed Instruments) DONE BY SHAENTHEBRAIN

I've had an idea kicking around my head, and something Moira said in chat made me remember it. What if we did a vignette where two of our own characters met? It could either be two pages for one point each, or just one page and we chose who to give it to, I suppose. Imagine the possibilities! Dead Head meets Dr Archeville! Geckoman meets Arrowhawk! Grimalkin meets Gossamer! Colt meets Valkyrie! I don't know if we want to make these meetings canon or not, but it's just an idea to kick around. Thoughts?

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It's an open jam at Gossamer's loft; come one, come all!

Saturday, July 3rd, 2010 at 2pm. Estelle de Havilland's Loft Apartment What was she thinking? This was madness, plain and simple; she was in essence painting a large bull's eye on the roof of her building with this stunt. And yet somehow, it all felt right to Estelle, which made it even more scary. She had the run of her whole building, all her neighbors shipped off for the weekend on her tab, and she'd placed the nicer art pieces she owned into storage. The blonde heroine had also stocked her fridge with beer, booze and soft drinks and laid out quite a spread of sweets, chips, dips and cold cuts. She also rented several amps, miles of cable and a full drum kit, and set up all three of her electrics and her one acoustic guitar on stands. She was barefoot in pair of relaxed-fit jeans and a well-worn Harvard T-shirt, her hair coiled in her preferred thick braid. Estelle made a frozen pitcher of strawberry daiquiris in the kitchen area, poured herself a tall glass and then strolled to middle of the room, where she hopped up on one of several stools and began to tune her Gibson SG while she waited for the first arrivals. Her semi-furnished loft condo with its high ceilings and bare brick walls was about to receive a number of distinguished guests. "Madness," she muttered to herself as she began to strum.

Grim looked pensively at Jill for a moment, then summoned up a pair of chairs with a wave of her hand; she took a seat, still wiping off her face, and gestured for the teenager to join her. "Look, I don't mean to pry, but I guess I'm about to, so..." She drops the towel which disappears into vapor the minute it hits the Wreck Room floor. "I, uh...I take it your family has a history involving guns; it would explain a lot, really." She holds up her hands. "I'm not asking any specifics or for you to, like, tell me how you feel or about your pain or anything like that. I know you guys don't go in for that stuff, which is fine." Grim sighs and stares down at her hands. "I don't know what I'm asking, exactly...ah, hell..."