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Estelle nodded and fetched more champagne for her newfound friend. The chemist sighed and shook her head. "I am aware of that, but I actually own my loft and have extremely comprehensive insurance; I'd rather have villains trash my condo than someone else's studio and face a lawsuit." She raised her drink to her lips. "And as a precaution, I took the liberty of sending all my neighbors scenic Hudson River cruise tickets for the Fourth of July weekend; I told them I had a major party planned and I didn't want to trouble them." After a big swig, she closed her eyes, and two inch-thick tendrils slipped loose of the braid and began massaging tension out of her neck and shoulders. "Mmm...you have no idea what it's like to have neighbors who know you're a superhero, and worse, a wealthy one; I basically have to bribe them on a regular basis." Her eyes slowly opened, a bit unfocused. "Still, I suppose I can't blame them; I should probably buy a building of my own, and set it up as my 'Secret Crimefighting Lair and Hair Salon'." She chuckled at the thought.
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Grim nodded in understanding. "You share your brother's concern about the gun thing; makes sense. The West End is your home, and I'm sure you've seen some bad stuff in your time." The shapeshifter sighed and rubbed her face. "I'll be honest, I'm not always so crazy about the gun thing, either; Colt comes from a world where gunplay is even more common that here, and it's just acceptable to him." She shrugs. "If he wasn't so damn good with them, I'd be worried, but the guy is like...I dunno, a surgeon or something. He's that precise. And he also uses lasers and other stuff, too, so he's not just layin' down lead all the time." She does a kip-up and hops to her feet. "The fact is, Jack trusts him, most of the time at least, and I'd say have faith in your brother's judgment. He's about as anti-gun as you can get, and he's made his peace with Colt, and they work together great. So, there's that."
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"Copy that!" Lynn was upstairs in the reading room, but not for long; she collapsed into a pile of goo which then darted out into the hallway like blue-black eel, wriggled into the elevator shaft and finally squirted out into the C&C, where it reformed into Grim in her working outfit. "Vince, what have we got so far, good buddy?'
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Lynn happily accepted the bag as she looked back over her shoulder."Aww, thanks! Yeah, everyone's out back by the pool." She stopped to look down at Jill's outfit."Wait, am I gonna be the only one taking a swim? Aw, man!" The shapeshifter felt a slight shiver when Moira unexpectedly put her arm around her waist; the touch of the goddess was thrilling, though she did her best to keep her reaction off her face. Dear God, this woman could have anyone she wanted! :shock: "Ah, yeah, nice to have you, M!" Wait, hadn't she just asked her a question? "Right, sorry, this is Jill, little sister of our own dear Jack. Uh, why don't, why don't you two come in off the street?" She leads them into the foyer and indicates the path back to the kitchen door. "We're all out this way."
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Gossamer needs threads more, but Grim has had precious little chance to fight Nazees, so I vote for the Griminator.
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[Interceptors] Zombie Powder is a Helluva Drug [IC]
Heritage replied to Dr Archeville's topic in West End
Grim nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that could well be true, but it could also just mean the folks I talked to didn't have all the facts. Just sayin'." The shapeshifter leaned back in her seat, stroking he lower lip. "But yeah, if you just wanted to make, like, an army of zombies, getting two gangs hopped up on ZP and tricking them into going at it would be a pretty good way to start." She frowned. "We need to find out where this stuff is coming from; if it's coming in from outside the country, we could have a major operation going on. Plus all those guns and money? This could be big." -
Estelle smiled; even before she'd obtained her admittedly bizarre superpowers, she'd always enjoyed helping people, and it was nice to do so in an entirely conventional manner. "Well, we'll have to compare schedules then, and see what date works the best. As far as the music goes, I play guitar and a little violin. I'm putting together a charity concert based on a sort of 'superhero supergroup' model, so I've invited a number of powerful strangers over to my loft to jam." She drains her flute and sends a tendril off to grab another from a nearby waiter's tray. "It may well be the most idiotic idea I've ever come up with, but I'm rather intrigued to see who'll show."
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After three minutes of intense workout, the music stopped, the overhead lights came back up and the colored panels flashed in sequence, chasing each other around the large room. "CONGRATULATIONS! NEW HIGH SCORE!" A visibly pooped Grim, glistening with sweat, slowly made her way over to the platform, which lowered back down to ground level; she conjured a towel out of the air to mop her face and hair as she smiled and shrugged. "Well, what can I say; I have many talents." Her costume shrunk down to a sports bra and a baggy pair of workout shorts as she plunked herself down for a breather. "Yeah, Jack's usual training routine is much more...combat-based, and Colt uses a lot of, y'know...pop-up targets." She mimed shooting two pistols before falling flat on her back, arms and legs spread wide. "Oh man! Whoo! I'm gonna need some serious water, and a cold, cold shower." She turned her head to look at Jill, eyebrows raised. "So, anything else you want to see? Before I...pass out in a pool of my own grossness over here?"
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Estelle visibly breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the familiar accent of Freedom's most brilliant scientist. Oh thank goodness! "I'm fine, Viktor, and I'm so glad you're here! We were-" The blonde chemist rolled her eyes and gave the good doctor time to examine the remains of the robots. Dr de Havilland nodded as she gestured about the ruined lab. "All we know for sure is that the culprit called himself 'Havok', he's good with technology and he stole some antennae and something called an encoding control module. He also worked very fast and seemed to have a very good idea where to find everything." She chuckled ruefully and shook her head. "Viktor, why is it whenever I see you, mad scientists always attack?"
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Lynn shook her head. "Nah, I think we're good, thanks. Wait, we need plates and stuff." She reached out and created several plates, cups and utensils with the touch of a finger, tapping out place settings on the picnic tables as she walked around them. "And technically, my birthday was the 17th, but Grimday is always observed the following weekend; it's in the Constitution, you know." She made a silly face, then suddenly she cocked her head to one side, and her ears twitched a bit. "Someone's at the front door; I'll get it!" In a flash, the changeling shrunk down to pixie size, flew through the Brownstone, and returned to normal size before opening the door; she was delighted to see Jack's sister standing there. "Hi, Jill! Welcome back!"
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Oh, I'm clear on that Doc, just not when it falls in the actual month; it's only an issue for me because of Grim's silly birthday party on the 20th. This would seem to indicate that IC, BP and WtBO all take place after the 20th, and that's what I was hoping to avoid. If that time table works better for everyone, I'll just make some mental adjusts in the Grimday thread.
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That was my understanding; the only reason I bring it up is because while Cow is marked as taking place on 'June XX', it's placed on the timeline after the 20th. I wasn't sure if this was on purpose or it just sort of ended up there after more threads were added to the Timeline.
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[Interceptors] Zombie Powder is a Helluva Drug [IC]
Heritage replied to Dr Archeville's topic in West End
A few minutes later, Grim reappeared next to the MAVERIC and clambered into the back seat. "Whew! Well, that was enlightening." She flipped open her phone and started scrolling through the directory. "I got a lot of numbers and was invited to no less than five parties this weekend, but that stuff is mostly background noise; if none of the other leads pan out, I guess I could show up and ask some more questions." She closed the phone up and tucked it into her waistband "The Red Devils and the Black Devils, AKA Los Diablos Rojos and Il Diavoli Neri, are definitly currently at war; word on the street is one side ripped off a big shipment from the other, but it's not clear who ripped off who. Supposedly it was guns, drugs and money, so no doubt they're pretty pissed off about it." The changeling flicked her fingers and a white embossed business card appeared; she leaned over the front seat and passed to Jack. "And here are three addresses in Lincoln where I was told I could score; I guess we just check 'em all." -
Is this thread and the spin-off threads it created actually taking place after June 20th? Grim's party takes place on the 20th, and I was under the perhaps mistaken impression that Avenger's test took place earlier in the month. If not, I might need to adjust some ideas.
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Estelle chuckled and shrugged. "Well, they have my check and I like Schubert, so everybody wins, I suppose. And of course I love the library." A slender golden tendril slips out of her braid and lovingly strokes the mosaic on the wall beside her. "I love old things, old buildings. Does that make me stodgy?" The blonde heroine was genuinely surprised by Vivian's offer. "Oh, of course, that would be lovely! Or if you prefer, you could always come by my loft in Hanover sometime; I seem to collect bottles of overpriced wine that I never have time to drink." Then she was struck by a thought. "Oh, but not next weekend, though; I'm having a little..." She grinned happily, with just a touch of wickedness. "Jam session." :twisted:
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Estelle's brow furrowed as her fellow alumnus described the challenges she'd faced; if the de Havillands weren't so damn wealthy, she might be in the very same boat herself. She cleared her throat and stood up a little straighter. "Uh, if you need any help writing any grant proposals, I used to help my friends at school all the time; my ridiculous prep school education does occasionally have its uses." Dr de Havilland sighed as she looked aroud the room, idly running her finger aroud the edge of her glass. "And while I'm certainly flattered thay you attended this evening for the chance to meet me, Vivian, sadly I-" She leaned in conspiratorially. "I have no idea what we're raising money for tonight; I have three events this week, and I've complete forgotten which event goes with which charity." She grimaced with embarrassment.
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Grim shook her head as she made her way up the wall and started heading back towards Jill on the ceiling. "What? That's crazy talk! We've only lost two team members in the Wreck Room, and both times it was totally their own fault!" The Jewish ninja pixie stopped directly above the teenager's head and peered at her hand. "Yeah, pretty much, in the sense that I use my claws and my claws are magical." She shrugs, then drops to the floor, turning over in midair to land in a perfect crouch. "Ta-daa! Hey, I can show you a very basic routine, just acrobatic stuff, no combat. Vince, you there?" A section of the wall opened up, showing Vince on the flatscreen standing in a white karate instructor's robe, bowing deeply. "I sure am, Malkie, and konichiwa! Oh, I see Jack's sister made it!" The AI beamed and waved. "Hi Jill, and welcome to the Wreck Room!" Turning back to Grim, he cocked an eyebrow at the faeling. "I dunno, Malkie; Jack will be a little ticked if he finds out you had his baby sister down here." Grim waved her hand dismissively. "Ah, he'll get over it; besides, I'm just gonna show her 'Apples and Oranges', so there's no danger or anything." "An excellent choice, my little pixie princess; Jill, I'm just gonna get you up and out of harm's way, just in case." Part of the Wreck Room floor raised up, a ten by ten foot square complete with padded guardrails; at the same time, several panels rose out of the floor in various parts of the room and began flashing through a wide variety of colors, no two any closer than ten feet apart. Grim began to do a few stretches as she explained the game. "It's basically Dance Dance Revolution for superheroes; up to four people can play, and Vince adjusts the timing and stuff based on the players. It's totally fun and addictive as hell." "READY? GO! GO! GO!" Suddenly the overhead lights switched off and the only illumination was the colored lights as a pounding dance beat began and Grim went into her dance, doing an amazing series of cartwheels, springs and jumps in perfect time with the music as she hit the lights in sequence with her hands, feet and occasionally even her butt.
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Here's a link to the first floor plan of the Brownstone, for reference. It's technically the second story in American terms, but you know how brownstones are.
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Fair enough! :D
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Grim practically skipped as she came out the kitchen door, tore down the back stairs and did a few backflips that brought her next to Colt by the grill. "Hi hon! Ooh, ya got yer ci-gars? Cool!" She hopped up to give him a quick kiss and rubbed his arm; though she'd made it clear she wasn't a huge fan of stinky stogies, she also had no desire to be a witch and completely deprive the man she loved of all his pleasures. The look she’d come up with the light as air and very summery, with a swimsuit underneath, and she’d grown her hair out a bit for a change, just so she could feel it on the back of her neck when it got wet. “So, not too bad for my first outdoor party, huh? I could make serious money doing this stuff for rick kids, y’know?†The shapeshifter turned and sighed as she proudly surveyed the yard. "I think this...is my Sistine Chapel, guys." Lynn had spent much of the wee hours decorating; she'd been pushing the limits of her glamour recently, and last night she seemed to make some sort of major breakthrough. There were two picnic tables, both covered by canopies held up by wooden poles. She'd conjured a Skeeball game, foosball table (careful observers would note the tiny players were actually the Interceptors playing the various positions) and even a small pool which had taken most of the night to fill with the garden hose. There was a small bar with several coolers parked around it, and she'd bought some party lights and stung them up all over the place. All in all, very impressive work for one little lady. Lynn smiled as she basked in her work...and then started nervously chewing on a thumbnail. “I hope people show; I went kinda nuts with the invitations. Y’know, they were supposed be kinda ironic, but then I think I went too far...â€
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For about three seconds, Grim was delighted by the success of her tactic. Yes, he actually hit him! Wait, what? Bam! The next thing she knew, the changeling was on the ground, head ringing from the impact of her teammate. Bleary-eyed, she raised herself up on one elbow as she rubbed the side of her head. "'I'm coming for ya brosef'? This is your plan? Smooth, buddy." Then she looked down and saw that the speedster was unconscious...with his head in her lap. :shock: :oops: "Yo, Eli! Dude! You are going places you are not meant to go, brosef!" She lightly slapped his face a few times as she wriggled out from under him.
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As Jack charged at the flaming behemoth, it swung a massive blue fist down at him like flaming tree trunk crashing to the ground during a forest fire. Its face was contorted into a mask of rage that flickered and danced with its unbridled fury.
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Bruiser Demon to hit: 1d20+12=30. According to the original thread, it was a DC 31 Toughness save.
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Shedding her Disney outfit, Grim returned to her maskless costume by default as she led Jill over to towards the training area, walking backwards and gesturing like a museum tour guide. "So this is what we call the 'Wreck Room', and it can be a pretty darn scary place depending on what settings you use." She went over to the control panel and tapped a few buttons to open the door with a woosh. Lights flickered on inside, revealing a huge open space with padded panels on almost every surface; high up on one side, the darkened windows of the control booth gaze down as the shapeshifter ran pell-mell into the room waving her arms and yelling like a kid at the zoo, made a flying leap and ended up clinging to the wall some twenty feet in the fair. Looking back over her shoulder, she yells back. "C'mon in, it's set on neutral!" :D
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Estelle brightened as she gracefully shook the newcomer's hand. "Very nice to meet you, Vivian! I was Class of 2001, but I didn't get my doctorate until 2007. How about yourself?" My goodness, what a striking young woman! Well as long as she doesn't ask me anything specific about tonight's event, I should be fine. :)