Heritage

Okay, some die rolls! 1d20+10=13. Boo! Blowing HP on reroll 1d20=10=28. Yay!

Hiya Shaen! If you could, I'd like you to take another look at Gossamer. The one thing I recently discovered is that she can't use her Snare attack at range, since it's an AP just like Elongation. I'd also like to boost her Device a bit, givinging tricorder-like analytic powers. In addition to her current pp, she has 5 unspent ones. Would appreciate any help you can offer me here, bud. :D

"Hmm. I get the feeling that doesn't belong to you, so if you don't mind, I'll be taking that crate now." A thick golden braid formed, shot across the intervening space and wrapped itself around the thug's burden and made ready to bring it back by Gossamer's side.

So would it be a Disarm check to snatch the crate away form them? Last time I think you said that was +10, so here goes: 1d20+10=29. Let me know if I need to do something differently.

Hmm, it seems like the action has shifted to the shore; can Gossamer hitch a lift with someone? I guess she can always arrive via the copter that brought her.

Fine with me :)

Are we waiting on Alder at this point?

Lynn looked up at Erik's approach, and sat up a little straighter on her stool. "Here he comes; okay, thumbs up or thumbs down on the toys and stuff? We won't do it if it's not unanimous. Whaddaya say, dude?" She lifted her own thumb and grinned like an idiotic doll, then signalled for a refill, still maintaining the same creepy smile.

Grim smiled and shook her head. "Yeah, I learned a lot from my mom, too." She rolled her eyes. "Not all of it good, though. She did read to me a lot of a kid, and bought me tons of books. We never has a lot of toys, so I went over and played at my friends' houses." She sighed and started fiddling with Colt's shirt. "God, she's so smart, like, supervillain smart, I swear; Doc would be scared of her. And Dad is such a goofball screwup. And yet, they're still together, twenty years later. No, twenty-five years later...wow". Grim was quiet for a little while, still messing with the shirt, then she spoke quietly. "Ben says Mom's been better, since she started therapy; I think she's still on the meds, though." She looked at her boyfriend and smiled. "So maybe someday you can meet 'em. It'd be nice."

"See, you're getting the hang of it! And you're welcome." Grim smiled and pointed up at her head. "The only limit is your imagination, right? So my advice to you is do a lot of reading; this town has a lot of good schools and some great libraries; use 'em, buddy boy! Also, good old-fashioned people watching; go to the mall, the park, watch the suits down at City Center. When you go out to eat, eavesdrop on the people in the next booth. You gotta feed the battery, y'know?" She got up, dismissed the futon chair with a wave of her hand, and looked around the room. "Well, I think my work here is done; you can call me if you have any other problems, but not when your at home, if you can help it, okay?" She held out her hand in a very professional manner, though her smile was warm. "Alright there, buddy?"

She got a 14 on her Init roll :(

I think we can call it here; do we want to do another sometime soon? Grim is gonna skip in February, for some reason ;)

Lynn gets more and more excited as the ideas spill out of her mouth. "And there can be a Brownstone playset! Or no, idiot, it would be an abandoned warehouse playset, or like a disused subway station or something." "Yeah, yeah, the plastic kind that you can take off! And you need a little choking hazard hat!" Lynn looked nervously after Erik, chewing on her thumbnail. "Oh no, do you think I hit a nerve? What nerve did I hit? Or am I just being paranoid?" She fluttered her hands. "Gah, I'm overreacting, I'm sure he's fine." Then she smiled and rapped her knuckles on the table. "Okay, I want to see proposals from everyone by this weekend, capiche?"

Grim sighed and shook her head, a crumpled smile on her face. "Okay, maybe I was overreacting a bit; maybe I'll just take pass on poker this month, and I'll be fine for next time; you and Colt and whoever else wants to play, y'know, knock yourselves out. I'll just say I don't feel like it, which will in fact be true." She clapped her hands and made a face like a psychotic cheerleader. "Okay, good session, class! I think we learned a lot today, don't you?" Then she laughed and rested a hand on Sam's arm. "Seriously, though, I'm glad you got your life back. And give some serious thought to keeping the shifting a secret; not from other heroes, but from the bad guys." She laid a finger along side her nose. "Always nice to have an ace in the hole, am I right?" ;)

The young plant woman was amazingly efficient; in a manner of minutes, she'd apparently cleared all the crash survivors (or were they really refugees?) safely to shore far, much faster than Coast Guard copter ever could manage. Gossamer approached her, shaking her head with admiration as she held out her hand, her hair trailing behind her like a wake. "Very well done, miss! I'm Dr Estelle de Havilland, from ASTRO Labs. Very impressive." The blonde scientist then addressed the rest of the group. "It seems that all is well in hand, from a life-saving point of view, though it does look like we were all to late to help that poor elderly gentleman." She indicated the fallen vessel with a wave of her hand. "Are any of you familiar with this type of craft? Do we need to get it somewhere safe?"

Not being very good at fightimng from a distance, as well as trusting her fellow Interceptors to handle the mysterious woman, Grim joined the German genius by the injured man. "You need any help, Doc? If we need a stretcher or an operating table, I'm your girl." From the looks of the locals, her crimefighting gear was somewhat out of place; thinking back on various fantasy and medieval films she's seen, she comes up with an outfit that she hopes won't stand out. Not overly concerned about her not-very-secret identity, she doesn't bother with a mask, since she doesn't want to look like a bandit.

"Ooh, good call! Yeah, that would be bad." Lynn laughed and shook her head. "Hey, who said anything about money? I see exactly two reasons to do something like this." She ticks the points off on her fingers. "One, it's just darn cool. Two, and much more important, is the role model aspect; personally, I would love to see a kid walking to school with a Jack of All Blades lunch box, complete with cleft chin and afro, knowing that his hero is out there doing his best, and setting an example." She took another sip of her drink, then rubbed her hands together, clearly warming to her topic. "We could donate all profits to charity or something, like a shelter or money to help the families of cops who fell in the line of duty. It would be like Newman's Own, but for toys. Whaddya think, guys?"

Gossamer quickly stepped back and covered her mouth and nose with her hand. "Be careful, it may be psychotropic! Jester, would you be kind enough to reseal that bag? Somehow I don't think you're particularly at risk." Speaking through her hand, she turned to the guard. "Did the patient have any access to chemicals while she was here, or access to a lab or medical facilities?"

At last, Lynn put her head on the table and threw up her hands. "Fine, no starting bar fights! We don't want to mess with the purity of the art form." She lifted her head up and rubbed her face. "So we've ruled out conversation and violence, so what does that leave? That's all we're good at!" Restless and a little bored, the changeling reached into her coat pocket, and after a bit of fumbling pulled out three action figures, tiny representations of Colt, Grim and Jack. At first glance, they appeared to be plastic, but were actually formed out of wood with silver joint pins (technically the glamoured equivillent, of course), and were highly detailed. She placed them on the table, standing in front of the corresponding hero. "Okay, change of topic. I think we need to talk to Doc about marketing and stuff; these are obviously just mock-ups I pulled out of my ass, but think about it, guys. How cool would it be to see these on the shelves at Wal-Mart?"

Was it wrong that she took comfort in the knowledge that Colt's childhood was as messed up as her own? Someone once said that all happy families are the same, but unhappy families are all unique; was that why she was so attracted to troubled guys? Back when she was still pulling her internet dating scam, preying upon the wealthy frat boys of Freedom, it was always the screwed-up ones she let slip through her net; after a few dates, she released them back into the ocean, their credit and A/V equipment still intact. Grim curled up on her blanket, head resting in her hand, and smiled. "Yeah; tell me about your big gun, cowboy." ;)

Grim's eyes went wide; clearly she didn't think she was going to win this agruement. But then a huge smile of relief spread across her face, and she gave Sam a friendly but crushing bear hug. "Oh God, thankyouthankyouthankyou! You have no idea what this means to me!" She suddenly let go, brushing her hair off her forehead with an embarrassed smile. "Sorry, I'll try to keep the touchy-touchy to a minimum." She took a deep breath and bent at the waist, like she just finished a marathon. "Yeah, I will tell you asap if and when I tell him; you were decent enough to help me, it's the least I can do for a friend." And then she smiled. "Actually, my brother is a lawyer, in New York; maybe some of that rubbed off, huh?" The tiny shapeshifter sighed and dropped into a futon chair she made for just that purpose; after a few moments contemplation, she vigorously scratched her head and shrugged. "To be honest, I dunno; I've never been in this situation before." She laughed bleakly. "Usually my boyfriends don't live long enough for it to come up." A quick troubled side glance hints she might have said more than she meant. "I mean, I guess...I dunno, we can still work together, I suppose; beating people up kinda monopolizes your thought processes. But socially..." And here she looked rather sad. "Maybe we should put the poker game on hold, at least for a little while; I don't see anything good coming out of the three of us at the same table, all liquored up." Grim shrugged. "We move on, we deal. We act like adults."

"mutters a bemused Atlas to Colt after Grim leaves the room. He accepts the money on the table" The table, she is gone, meester! :D

As she finished clearing off the table, Grim's brow slowly furrowed as she thought the situation over, then a thought slowly entered her head. With some effort, she screwed up her face and wagged a finger at the cowboy. "Waitaminute...this was all clever scheme to get me on the back of your kickass bike, wasn't it?" Hands on hips, she shook her head in disgust...as high-heeled biker boots suddenly appeared on her feet. "If you think you can pull that kinda crap with me..." And then she was wearing tight leather pants. "You can forget it, buddy! I don't swing that way..." And a sleek leather bomber jacket. "I don't just jump on the back of anybody's hog, mister!" She slipped on a pair of shades and pulled a jet-black helmet out of thin air, then grinned. "I'll be outside." She pulled down her shades and gave Atlas a wink. "Later, chump!" Spinning on her wicked heel, the tiny leather-clad shapeshifter strutted for the door, helmet tucked under one arm; just before she closed the door, she made the poker table vanish with a snap of her fingers, not even bothering to look back.

This site might have been linked here before, but Doc's awesome comics threads made me want to share this with you all anyway. The commentary nearly made me pee my pants a few times, so be careful if you're at work! Also has a bit of cussin'.

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