Heritage

And we're off, at last! IC OOC

OOC for poker night!

This was actually pretty cool; as she set up everything for her first-ever poker night above Monty's garage, Grim was pleasantly reminded of her mom, bustling around the house when her dad’s drinking buddies stopped by for cards and cigars. She arrived two hours before game time, swept and tidied up the kitchen and set the folding chairs up in a circle. The fridge was stocked with drinks both alcoholic and non, and she’d brought two grocery bags full of every snack food known to man. Last but not least, she conjured forth an eight player poker table out of pure glamour; she was especially proud of the cup holders and the feel of the green felt. She placed a new deck of cards in the middle of the table, and started to open up the poker chips. As usual, she gave a lot of thought to her appearance; since this was casual but still street IDs only, she opted for jeans, sneakers and a black leather jacket, her domino mask and a green poker visor. Monty was working on a junker downstairs, and promised to send all the players up to the game when they arrived.

Grinning like a tiny Jewish demon, Grim takes Colt's hat, throws it over her shoulder, and goes in for the kill; as she does so, she lays on a little extra whammy, just for kicks...:kiss: :twisted:

Yes, this marks the first time Grim has abused her new Enhanced Charisma power :twisted:

The heroine slides her butt over on the bench, then crooks a finger Colt's way. "C'mere, cowboy, and I'll show you how we do it in the big city." :twisted:

She smiles sweetly. "Likewise." Grim gives in an appraising look, sweeping up and down. "You willing to put your money where your mouth is, cowboy?" She looks down at her seat, which suddenly shifts and grows into a bench, just wide enough for two. The kissing booth itself shortly follows suit. "We could make a lot more money for the widows and orphans if we get more girls in this line. And don't tell me you 'ain't no hero'; you put out that stinky thing, you're a hero to me." She holds up her jar and rattles it coquettishly.

Grim laughs and shakes her head. "Nah, it just means I can smell losers and wastrels a mile away." She poses for a cellphone snap with an adorable little boy and his Dad, gives them both quick pecks, and then shoots the cowboy another look. "You got a name there, stranger? 'Butch McGutch' or 'Whiskey Pete'? I'm Grimalkin, by the way. 'Mistress of Mystery'!" She grins and holds out her hand for a shake.

Lynn tipped her head to one side, then grinned. "Nintendo DS, is that you? Can I hug you in this form, 'cause I'm gonna try!"Â The tiny Jerseyite wraps her arms around him. She returns Stesha's hand shake warmly. "Nice to meet you! Do you know Taylor from, uh, 'work'?" Lynn sniffs the mysterious newcomer experimentally, then rolls her eyes. "Vince! Jack's long lost...relative! It's so good to finally meet you, Vince. Even though I've never met you before, you get a hug, too, because that's just the kind of gal I am!" She does her best to crush him in a bear hug while whispering in his ear. "Worst. Disguise. Ever." ;)

Kissing Booth Grim can only shake her head. "Why do all you Southern gentleman cut in line? Shameful, really!" But there's a twinkle in her eye as she says it. The pretty young thing shrugs affably."What can I say, I'm a slut for charity! Okay, who's next, let's keep this line movin'!" She squints back over at the cowboy as she signs a T-shirt for a new fan. "Uh, do you mind puttin' that out, 'pahdner'?" She points at her nose. "I'm like a bloodhound on crack with this thing. You can loiter all you want, keep me company while I earn an honest living, but the stogie has got to go."

Grimalkin There’s Magic In The Air Carnival In The Park And Blackjack Upstairs at Monty's - October And An Island Never Cries Death Don’t Have No Mercy Well It’s A Marvelous Night For A Moondance The Interceptors: Issue #0 Invasion! - West End

Yay!

Grim watches the presentation intently, her normal jocularity abandoned in favor of intense concentration; when it's finished, she holds up her hand once Colt is done speaking. At some point during the presentation, she somehow obtained a black Stetson. "Vince, are there like normal bedrooms upstairs? This looks kinda sterile and lab rat for day-to-day living, and I just moved out of a tomb."

Two quick things; Vince says "The locks will be keyed to your biometric data, so only you five can open them". I sssume he meant to say 'you seven'? And second, is all of this stuff underground, including our quarters? If so, should I stop working on my brownstone design upstairs? I don't want to clash with your vision or waste effort on my super kewl floorplans :D

Can Grim join her fellow Interceptors on this one? Could be a nice trial by fire for the team!

Yeah, sorry, not the most clear char edit post ever The linked version of Grim is the one that Shaen came up with; she exists after Grim's IC transformation in the Moondance thread, which takes place on September 4th, so any thread after that would use that version. Other than Trickster's Game, any thread previous versions of Grim was in she has been rendered unconscious as a way of dealing with my recent absence. Since I started a lot of threads this month, I thought the new version of Grim should be front and center. Em-Spriggan-ed by Doc

Any movement on this?

Grim nodded to herself; she definitely got the military vibe off of her, and something more as well. This girl has played for the other side, maybe only for the other side. She's a total pro. The diminutive shapeshifter couldn’t help but smile at the sincerity of the woman’s apology. She clambered up to her knees and shook her head. “Hey, no worries; I’m just a Jersey girl pulling yer chain. I shouldn’t mess folks ‘til I know ‘em better, y’know?†She laughs. “Trust me, you’ll know if I’m really mad at you; I spit venom and smoke comes out my ears.†For the sake of obvious super-square All-Star’s feelings, Grim resisted the overwhelming urge to laugh her ass off at Jack’s performance, though her smile got awful big. Jeez, what a stiff! Nice to know who the designated target for hijinx and shenanigans will be. With the addition of newly-arrived Underage Boy, Grim starting to feel a little overwhelmed; you wouldn’t know it by her brash demeanor, but sometimes crowds got to her, especially meeting so many new people at once. She got a little quiet for a few minutes (though she smirked and giggled when Vince appeared), but got a bit more enthusiastic when the stairway appeared. Cool, more to explore! As everyone started down the stairway, Grim leapt off the sofa and made a point of catching up with Jack. “Hey Jack, wait up! Can I just say you’re beyond awesome? I want that to go into the official record.†Flashing him a rather potent grin, she scampered past him down the stairs; by the time she reached the bottom, she was back in her working clothes, minus her mask.

Dear God, an explosion of posts! I apologize in advance if Grim doesn't get to react to everything :(

“Hey Velo, hey Colt. She gave the cowboy a friendly wink. "Nice to see you guys, and meet the rest of you.†Off of Blink's look, she peers down at her colorful jammies. “What, the outfit?†She puts her free hand on her hip and scowls cartoonishly at Blink. “Are you saying I look less than professional in this? Fine, be that way, I can fix it.†Grim’s form is briefly encased in swirling pale mist, which clears to reveal her working clothes: a skintight suit of black and midnight blue leather, a black domino mask and fingerless gloves. She does a slow spin to show off the new look. “That better? Sleek and magnifique, right? I didn’t want to flaunt it when I had the door open back there.†She lifts the giant bowl to her lips with both hands and loudly slurps down the last of her sugary milk. The tiny Jersey native waves her hand dismissively. “Hey, I don’t wanna hear about your thirteen championships, Leafhead; my team plays with heart, okay? I’ll take my three over your thirteen any day!†She laughs as she sets the bowl and spoon on a sideboard. “Here, let’s get out of the hallway; I’ve only had a chance to check out a bit of the joint, but it’s right out of an episode of Cribs. Follow me!†She leads her new teammates down a short hallway into a nicely-sized living room, complete with working fireplace; as she walks ahead of the group, her leathers peel away in tatters of mist, leaving behind…Scooby-Doo pajamas :roll: Grim deftly leaps onto one of three sofas, flipping gracefully in midair to land with a satisfying thump. Bare feet dangling over the armrest, she grins back at the others. “Pretty awesome, huh?â€Â

“Because I was afraid you’d be a little chickensh#* like your being now, dude! Man up, BD, this is just a scouting mission, no contact with the enemy.†*WHUMP* Unless the enemy contacts you? Grim couldn’t bring herself to respond; her heart was pounding and her mind was racing as she rode the razor’s edge between excitement and panic. At last she could stand it no more, and bellowed out as loud as she could. "Olly olly oxen free!"

Lynn shifts her weight from foot to foot, staring down at the ground while Mr. Silver goes through his preparations. "Is there anything I can do to help, like stir something or chop stuff up? I feel like a guest on a cooking show."

“Yeah yeah, my concerns, my many concerns…†Lynn sighs and rocks back on her heels. “Look, the number of questions I have is…large, but I don’t wanna grill you for three hours, and I don’t want you to lie to me, so I’m gonna keep it simple, okay?†“The main thing I need to know – well, actually there’s two things I need to know.†She ticks her questions off on her fingers. “One, what are your feeding rules? I know you’ve got ‘em, otherwise Taylor wouldn’t let you touch her. And two…how many vamps in this town don’t follow the same rules.â€Â

Riverside There wasn't too much for Lynn to pack; until she knew the pet situation at the new place, her friend Kiki agreed to take care of her three cats, which meant everything else she owned fit neatly into a duffel bag. The letter from Doc was a godsend; Lynn was getting restless crashing on her co-worker's couch, and though Kiki said she could stay as long as she needed, the young crimefighter sensed she was starting to wear out her welcome. A new team, already? Is it too soon? The Brownstone Steps The door opens, and a beautiful petite brunette stands before the new arrivals; she wears New Jersey Devils pajamas, a pair of slippers, and is enjoying a large bowl of Apple Jacks. She jerks her head in greeting and smiles at the gathered faces. “Sup, guys! I’m Lynn, aka Grimalkin. Welcome to the party.†munch munch munch

I'm working on a somewhat short post that I should be able to sneak on today ;)