Heritage

How do we fix this poor thread? I want to see how it ends!

Hmm, I smell a wacky bathroom routine interaction thread, possibly involving the brushing of teeth… So that would leave Blink and Velocity (assuming we ever get her back) taking the last two rooms on the second floor; cool beans! I will mark up my floor plans accordingly.

I couldn't resist having Grim poke her head in; this is reminding me of the end of The Wizard of Oz ;)

Grim pokes her head into the garage, shaking her head in disbelief. "How can the whole team be in here? You guys better hope Velo doesn't have class today, or else the West End is screwed if anything happens." The young heroine enters the room, drops down by Colt’s side and rests her head against his shoulder; she’s wearing a gray sleeveless hooded pullover, olive drab cargo shorts and scuffed-up sneakers. Catching sight of Jack's disheveled state, her eyebrows go up. "What happened to you, hon, get hit by a bus?"

Unless you had a final post to add, yeah, that works for me.

She holds up her hand and counts off on her fingers, not bothering to look up from the snuggle, her voice muffled by Colt's shoulder. "Movie night. Atlantic City. Camping trip. With lots of other leisure activites in-between." Her hand sleepily traces the contours of his jaw, and then drops down to her side. "That'd be nice...someday..." It appears that Grim's seemingly boundless well of energy has finally run out; as gentle snoring rises up from the cowboy's chest, her clothes shift into a pair of dark blue pajamas that spread, gently rustling, over her form.

“Who, me? Uh, I did fine, I guess. I mean, I was pretty small time, mostly running scams on dumb rich guys I found through dating services, plus some very petty theft. I still like to get into mischief, but at least now it's for a good cause, right?†She looks over her shoulder, then leans in and lowers her voice. “I was actually in on a heist last year, y’know, all undercover and stuff? But that didn’t go so well, to be honest; I wasn’t ready yet, to go that far. But a lot’s happened since then.†Grim laughs as she tucks her legs up Indian-style. "Yeah, scruples always make you unpopular. So as I said at our first team meeting, I have two identities established in Freedom's criminal underworld. One is a sleazy talent agent-slash-pimp named Lenny Stein, who specializes in providing clients with beautiful female crooks, which means you'd fit the profile to a T; he's very gross and a lot of fun to play, to be honest. The other is a crook herself, a thief who can do the fadeout thing named Whisper, one of Lenny's 'girls'." She spreads her hands. "I dunno if either of those help you, but I offer 'em up for the toolbox, y'know, for whatever plans we hatch."

Okay, based on Ex's first post in Setting up Shop, this would mean that RW and All-Star are bathroom buddies - yay! That leaves one more bedroom on the third floor, facing the street and sharing a bath with Grim (not literally, you pervs!), and two more of the larger rooms facing onto the rear terrace on the second floor. I will actually label the bedrooms on my map when I link it here.

Grim held up her hands. “Hey, you’ll get no judgment or guilt trips from me, girl; the only reason I could tell is I’ve worked both sides of the street myself.†She warms to her topic, and gets all gesture-y. “Your body language and combat reflexes pretty much scream ‘ex-military’, but you haven’t gone soft from civilian life, so you’re obviously still workin’. And women, for no damn good reason, aren’t allowed in the front lines in this country, even though they get their arms and legs blown off every day over there. Plus you have a scary Russian accent, so there ya go. A pro.†And here Grim gets an evil look in her eye as she steeples her fingers like Mr. Burns. “That’s the thing: do they have to know? You are in a perfect position to be a double agent, if we keep your membership in the Interceptors secret. Or if it’s too late for that or you’re not comfortable, you can prep me to go in deep.â€

God, this Russian girl cracked her up! Grim was always careful to laugh with her and not at her (she’d seen the kind of weights the girl could handle), but something about her earnest stoicism just made the shapeshifter smile. “Cool. Wow, so this is the gym, huh? I really ought to spend more time down here.†She made herself a wooden stool out of glamour and perched upon it. “So I was thinkin' maybe we should start developing a strategy for taking on the mob; y’know, baby steps at first, but then workin’ our way deeper and deeper into the organization.†She had a feeling this next part was going to be uncomfortable; her eyes wandered around the room as she chose her words carefully. “So, uh, you’ve worked…you’re a professional, aren’t ya? Or at least, you were before you signed up with us, right?â€

The diminutive shapeshifter snorts. “Heck, I’m itty-bitty, I can fit anywhere; you can practically put me in your back pocket.†She puts a finger to her lips. “Actually, that might be true from time to time…†She unlocks her legs from behind Colt’s back and wriggles herself into a more comfortable position, curled up on his chest and lap. "That’s better, my legs were falling asleep.†As Grimalkin closes her eyes, looking for all the world like her namesake napping in a patch of sunlight, her voice starts to get a little drowsy. “I think we need to do a road trip to Atlantic City; by day, I can show you all the crappy places I grew up, and we’ll eat salt water taffy on the Steel Pier. Then at night, we can hit the tables at the Taj; you playin’ poker and me hangin’ on your arm, all cleavage and red silk, distracting the competition.†She cackles at the thought of such mischief.

Okay, here we go! IC OOC

OOC for Grim and Blink discussing strategy (at least in theory).

It’s didn’t take too long for Grim to track down her prey; the quarry didn’t spend much time above ground, and the lower level of the brownstone was so sterile and antiseptic that any scent stood out in sharp relief. Quiet as a shadow, the young faeling crept down the corridor towards the gym, nostrils twitching; about twenty feet from the doorway, she remembered who she was hunting…and suddenly being playful and mischievous seemed like a really bad idea. Switching tactics, she hopped up to her full five foot three, rolled the tension out of her neck and shoulders, and ambled the last twenty feet, loudly whistling ‘Always Look On the Bright Side of Life’. She wore loose gray workout pants, a dark blue sports bra and was barefoot; it seemed appropriate for a gym visit. When she got to the doorway, she loudly banged on it and called out. “Yo, Blink, you in there? It’s the other hot and sneaky girl on the team.â€

Grimalkin And Blackjack Invasion! - Danger Mansion Upstairs at Monty's - October And An Island Never Cries Death Don't Have No Mercy Ghoulies and Ghosties and Long-Legged Beasties Interceptors: Small World [Colt/Grim] Interceptors: War Council [blink/Grim] Invasion! - West End Setting Up Shop

Lynn frowned as she continued chewing on her straw. "Mmm, I don't know that Highlander song, never got into those movies for some reason." The petite brunette rolls her eyes. "Oh, Jack's mysterious older brother, you are such a character! Seriously though, I don't think it's right for the dumper to sing a 'woe is me' song; that's the privilege of the dumpee. Though I might make an exception tonight..." She trailed off when she saw Doc approach Jack with hand outstretched; from what she'd gathered, this might prove to be interesting.

Just so folks know, I am almost through with my proposed design for the Interceptors’ Brownstone, which is technically three interconnected West End rowhouses. There is a garden (ground) floor, but the entrance is up a flight of stairs to the first floor, with two more floors above for a total of four ‘public’ floors. The garden floor is still in development, but the first floor is coming along nicely and the two residential floors with bedrooms are all but done. The first floor has the living room (with hidden stairs that lead below!), dining room, a full kitchen and smaller kitchen with breakfast nook. There’s also a TV room and game room, and a few bathrooms. The second floor has three bedrooms, all facing the back of the house; they are the largest and ‘nicest’ rooms, with their own bathrooms and French doors opening onto a terrace, which overlooks the garden. They're large enough to accommodate couples (ahem!), if any of them develop. There is also a cozy reading room and two more rooms I’m working on. The third floor has four bedrooms, two with bay windows facing the tree-lined street, and two somewhat smaller rooms overlooking the terrace and garden. There are two bathrooms, shared Brady Bunch-style between each pair of front-and-back rooms. Between the two pairs of rooms is a small workout room, with some freeweights, punching bags and mats on the floor. The idea was to avoid having seven monotonous bedrooms and mix them up a bit, as well as creating the impression that the design incorporated details of the existing structures. I also thought it would allow different characters the chance to pick a room that fits their style and temperament. There’s also an old-fashioned cage elevator that runs through the middle of the building, which can also (in theory) lead to our secret basement via some sort of security protocol. Of course, all of this stuff is up to team (i.e. player) approval, and I am willing to make tweaks to please folks :D

Zombie CatGrim does some sort of odd, ‘two-fisted Elvis’ kung fu move while attempting her best impression of Snake the thug from The Simpsons. “Alright, laser lightshow! Someone put on Dark Side of the Moon!†“Doc! Our not-so-mysterious-yet-still-mysterious benefactor! Wilkommen Sie!†She hops up to give him a ghoulish but still sweet peck on the cheek. “That’s about all the German I know, and I’m not sure I used it right, so sorry if I called your mom something horrible.â€

Very cool! The most logical start of the conversation would be a discussion of plans for the Interceptors’ ‘war on crime’, stuff like tactics, powers, motivations, etc.

Grim's Bluff with Skill Mastery is 28 for her poker face :twisted:

“Uh, okay, how bout this: blue is five bucks, green is a dollar, black is fitty cents and red is a quarter? Do those denominations work for everyone?†Grim lines up her chips in neat rows and takes a peek at her two pocket cards; her face is pretty darn blank when she does so. However any attempt at a poker face is doomed once Rat lays out his big ol’ pimp clip :shock: “Whoa! Well, there’s something I’m never gonna get.†The pretty young shapeshifter returns to lining up her chips “So, anyone get stomped bad this week? I’m still a bit sore from dancing with some skinheads two nights ago.â€

I would love to do 'getting to know you' threads with pretty much everyone; Grim already knows Velocity, but Jack, Blink, RW and All-Star would all be fun to chat with somewhere :D

“Sure you are! You’re like a big strip of beef jerky, all for me.†Grim sighs deeply and contentedly as she nuzzles her head into his shoulder. “Mmm, this is definitely too good to last! You know the expression ‘hope for the best, expect the worst’? Kinda my mantra.†She frowns thoughtfully. “It actually might be a Mel Brooks song. Anyway, whatever this turns out to be, for however long, we will enjoy it as it comes, right?†She just lies there for awhile, feeling Colt’s chest rise and fall beneath her like the gentle rocking of a mighty pirate ship. Then she lifts her head up and smiles at him. “So, which room are you taking? I need to know so I can slide under the door and slip into your arms at night.†;)

Just a public service message :)

Hmm, Gizmo's last post in this thread is mysteriously inaccessable! :?