Heritage

I borrowed a computer from a friend, but can't seem to get it to work on our wireless network, so my access is still very spotty, stealing moments of access at Kinko's, various libraries or from family or friends. Sadly I'm way behind on posting as a result.

I'm never sure quite how well known Grim is at anytime; she's like Affably Mysterious. I think I've stated she is fairly well-known in the Fens, shared a few dances at Ace's big bash, and had that kissing booth at the carnival, but her crimefighting and patrol style favors moving through the shadows. I think this makes her more of a public figure than RW and Blink but less than Velocity or All-Star, so maybe DC 20 makes the most sense.

I have a question; does Grim/Lynn know what Derrick looks like? I can't recall if she's ever seen him not be Dark Star. She might recognize his voice if it doesn't sound too different powered down. Lynn and Grim look more or less the same, though her ears are pointier and hair spikier as Grim. Or are we just assuming most Knights have seen each other out of costume at one time or another?

Lynn took a cab up to Kingston, her first time north of the Wading River; this was not her turf, but she was happy for Taylor, and sort of intrigued to see a few of the Knights in their civvies, especially 'post-breakup'. She'd come up with a decent look fior the evening: kickass low-heeled boots, black jeans and a black silk jacket over a pale pink blouse. A flat wrapped box was tucked in the crook of her arm. As she pushed open the door of the bar, she heard a familiar set of power chords, and she grinned. "Uh oh, here we go." Oh man, no way. It took her a few seconds to get over the shock of seeing Jack up there getting his Survivor mojo on, but then she saw Taylor and a few others drinking together, and she made her way across the nearly empty bar to join them. "Hey hey, birthday girl!"

Hmm, I was under the impression we would all live there, but Velocity goes to school and All-Star has no secret ID. My plan was for Grim to live there; with her powers, she can be as sneaky as she wants without too much difficulty. For a team like this, I think it's best if we all know each other's real names, but that's just me. I think secrecy issues were one of the many challenges that helped undo the Knights.

I'm leaning towards Open Secret myself, but I could go with Somewhat Secretive if voting went that way. I'm not a huge fan of the two extremes, however.

Is someone actually going to open the door from the inside, or can I say Doc sent Grim a key? :D

Right now, Grim's kinda stuck at her booth, so folks have to come to her I will start it this week, possibly even tonight!

Blink, you mentioned 'government backing' in your IC post; was that intentional? I thought all the PC's knew the team was privately funded now.

I vote for both powers as well!

Yeah I saw it, but I'm at work, so I can only sneak in now and again. Don't worry, I've started putting something together ;)

Oh! Well in that case, I guess I'll just sit on my 1pp until next month :D

If at all possible, I would like to have this version of the character listed as the primary one; the old PL11 version of Grim is only active in one thread (Trickster's Game) and PL8 Grim is down for the count in Checkmate. Also if my 1pp from September can be used for Equipment for the Interceptors, that would be grand. EDIT: Hold off on the Equipment until next month ;)

At long last the kiss ended, a thin wisp of steam trailing from Grim's lips; at last she opened her eyes and shook her head clear. "Wow. Wow wow wow." Fanning herself, she dropped back into her seat, collapsing back to her normal height as she did so; after a few stunned moments of silence, she turned to look at the crowd, several of whom looked quite jealous. "Did that really happen? Did he invite me out to dinner?" Everyone nodded in unison. "Huh. Wow. Okay, sorry for the delay of game, folks, but it's all about customer satisfaction here at Grimalkin's Kissing Booth. Who's next? Yessir, how can I help you?" Soon a powerful looking red-head approached the booth; if this guy wasn't a direct descendant of Brian Boru (a legendary Irish king she'd come upon in her Celtic mythology studies), Grim would be stunned. She gave him a warm smile. "Welcome, friend! The doctor is in."

I've been thinking of further developing Grim's friend circle by creating an NPC, a fellow bike messenger by the name of Kiki Dixon, whom she stayed with after break up with Wesley among other things. This got me thinking about Grim's explanation of her nightly activities, and one idea I had was her claming to work with a neighborhood watch group in the Fens. In turn, this seemed like a cool thing to develop for the setting in general. What do people think?

I think it's time to drop Grim's Struggling complication (though her Prejudice will probably stay 'til the day she dies), so we can put her 1pp from September towards the team HQ. BTW, are the Interceptors an 'open' team, i.e. chatting to the press, or more secretive, and on a related note, is our Avengers Mansion-style HQ top secret, an 'open secret' or openly advertised? And what about pets..? Love MAVERIC, btw :clap:

You're absolutley right, Gizmo; this reminds of a scene from Sky High where you see Kurt Russell being held aloft by his wife Jetstream, and it looks hysterical. For now, it sounds like have a few options to maintain Jack's dignity.

I'm starting to think we should handwave everybody, and just have them meet for poker and ask questions later; Grim and Colt seem to be doing their darndest to avoid each other at the carnival :D

Next month I think I'm bringing back Grim's pixie form as an AP of Glamour; I was concerned it wouldn't fit Shaen's awesome new build for her stylistically (even though he thought it did), but now I'm like, screw it, I want her to fly again. So I'm just gonna say she brings that power back through force of will, at least as long as all the boys and girls in the theater believe in her :P

Kissing Booth At first Grim was very annoyed by the pushy bald newcomer, but then he started his goofy Southern-fried spiel and won her over. Bowing her head in false modesty, she snapped open a ladies' fan (which clearly was not in her hand a second ago) and fluttered her lashes over the top of it while trying on her best ‘belle of the ball’ accent. “Oh mah goodness, a gentleman caller who’s come into good fortune! What have ah done to deserve this honor, kind sir?†With a wink and a flourish, she snaps the fan closed and makes it disappear between her closed hands, then returns to her regularly scheduled Jersey Shore accent, all business. “So, a hundred bucks, huh? I guess someone’s looking for seven minutes in heaven.†Dropping the bill into her jar, she does a few neck stretches, cracks her knuckles and gives herself two quick blasts of cinnamon Binaca. “Alright, c’mere buckaroo, let’s give you your money’s worth.†Suddenly she stands up behind the booth, growing at least a foot taller in the process, grabs Maxie by the back of the head and pulls him in for a wet one.:o

Using this floor plan as a basis, I can design an HQ using two neighboring units side by side.

We actually might want to have have two or three units connected on the inside, like '313-315 Kensington Circle'; I was looking at brownstone floor plans and none of them had anywhere near seven bedrooms in them. I'd be willing to draw up some floor plans for fun, I love doing that stuff.

KISSING BOOTH! TWENTY DOLLARS! KISS A GENUINE HERO FOR CHARITY! So this was dumb; of all the dumb ideas Grimalkin ever had, this was the dumbest. She thought that setting the price at twenty bucks a pop would at least eliminate the deviants, flakes and creepazoids, but even in these trying times, it looked like a lot of folks would slap down Mr. Jackson for a chance to lay a wet one on a girl in tight leather. Flashing her sweetest smile, Grim holds up a gloved hand. "Please, gentlemen (oh, and I see a few ladies, that's very nice, thank you), if you could please just respect the person next to you, and have your cash out as you approach the booth, we can continue. If you have something to sign, have that out too, I have a few Sharpies here." "Can we take Polaroids with you?" So speaks the creepiest man alive. "Polaroids? Um, sure, why not?" All the money is going to Father Mike's shelter. The booth, the sign and her chair are all made out of glamour; if things got really rough, it all could go 'poof' and she'd be out of sight in two seconds. If it got too bad...

Still sniffling, she accepted the hug, then shook her head as she wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand. "Nah, it's cool; I try so hard to be all badass, then sometimes it's just too much." Lynn gently untangles herself from Silver's grasp, wrapping her arms tightly around herself. "Look, if it's easier for you to be, y'know, like your true form or whatever that was, it's cool; I know what to expect now." She laughs self-consciously. "I actually did come here to learn, not just get snot on your shirt; you can be yourself if it makes you more comfortable."

Okay, I thought someone mentioned Ashton and Grenville earlier, which as far as I know is all McMansions and strip malls; if we're in the West End (much classier!), I vote brownstone, too. If we have a jet, we might need to have a tunnel that leads to it some distance away, for both safety and secrecy.