Heritage

That works fine for me.

Lynn looks like you could knock her down with a feather :shock: "Was that...I mean...do you have a sister, and is that her? Or was that just some wandering super-hot woman who's stalking you?" She moves to follow him, still a bit stunned and wobbly.

Hmm, I wanted to link to a restaurant menu for flavor, but I could only get the whole site to link; still, lovely looking pictures, a tasty vegetarian menu and sweet Indian music to help set the mood. Change the name to Bombay Curry Company, and we're good to go! Edit: On second thought, I don't see a lot of curry on that menu; I'm just gonna change the name in the opening post to 'Vatan' and hope they pay me for the advertising :P

"Hey, it's no problem." Lynn leans up to give him a friendly peck on the cheek, and then starts fussing with his shirt collar and vest just a bit, smoothing and adjusting. "Sometime I would like to come by the shop and see you work, though, if I can; I know there might be health issues and stuff, but I'd like to see it, y'know, if that's cool." She dimples and does a weird sort of shrug. "Aw, that's sweet of you! And you, you look great! I love the vest." She makes one more adjustment to it, then gently takes his hand. "Okay, so you said you never had Indian food, right? Oh buddy, are you in for a treat!" The slender girl leads him towards the door, eagerly looking back over her shoulder at Wes. "It's not tofu burgers where they try to makes veggies taste like meat; these guys have been doing this for thousands of years, and they really know what they're doing. You like spicy? This is good spicy." In short order, they are seated at a booth not far from the window; the restaurant is gorgeous, with rich warm colors, plants and sculptures. Lynn passes one of the menus to Wes and opens her own. "Okay, samosas are like spicy balls of heaven; I'm gonna get some, and you can either have some of mine or order your own, or if your brave you can get another appetizer and we can share. I'm gonna order the toor dal, because I love it. Ummm...you might like the batakanu sak, it's almost like a potato stew, and then we get rice and naan, the pan bread, to go with everything. Oh, this is gonna be awesome!" She practically hops up and down in her chair.

Bucka-chucka-wam-wam! :love:

Ooh, pretty! (Thank you, sir!)

For a few moments, Estelle is entirely speechless; finally she finds her voice, and her tone seems highly amused. "My...goodness! Does Elton John know you stole his limo?" She gets a little pink, apparently concerned she might have caused offense, but maybe it's just the reflected neon; as she makes her way into the back, a few strands of hair loosen from her ponytail and extend to the panels of the outrageous vehicle, gracefully tracing its contours as well as artfully snatching a glass as she passes the bar. At last she sinks back into the seat and flutters a hand over her chest. "My, my, all this for me? Could a girl be any more flattered?" Her glass looms into view, ready for some champagne, as her eyes continue to dart around the interior. "Yes, I have been away awhile, haven't I? There were some legal issues to tidy up, and a visit with family that recharged my batteries." Her curiosity at last sated, Estelle's blue eyes finally come to rest on her companion for the evening. "I'm so sorry, there's so much to take in! I'm glad you were free on relatively short notice, Doktor; I despise dining alone and have so much to discuss with you."

Grim nods as Ace takes his leave to mingle some more, and then starts looking around for more people to talk with; happily, she has made the acquaintance of a few heroes she's never met before, and is hoping to meet a few more. However, her eyes keep drifting back to Scarab, and her previous conversation still reverberates in her head. When it looks like she's done speaking with the old guy, the young shapeshifter drifts over in the psychic's direction. She'll sense me coming anyway; hi Scarab! :D

Wait, why is PL 10 Grim's Toughness now lower than 8? It looks like there might have been an error on the old sheet before (when she had an Tough save of 8 in the past), but doesn't Con bonus (+2) + Defensive Roll 4 + Protection 2 = Toughness 8 now?

Based on the information revealed through interrogation thus far (and she was so glad it never got more physical!), Grim tried to figure out the best way she could be of help. She murmured as she turned the ideas over in her head, idly running her fingers across Wesley's forehead. "Well if it's a matter of infiltration, I'd be up for it; get close to the Big Bad, see what info I could get from him, or one of his lieutenants or something. Or if there's any sort of underground or criminal element, I could meet with them, too..."

New avatar picture for Gossamer, replacing her old tiny one Edit done by Geez3r

Hmm, maybe I should, for now.

Lynn shrugs. "I dunno, for me it always feels as natural as breathing, but I guess our powers work differently; it even looks different when you do it, with all the fire and stuff." The young woman nods as she steps out of their dark corner to see if it's all clear. "Yeah, basically that's it; I mean, it might turn out to be a toal bust, but you never know until you try, right?" She looks back to Sirius with a thoughtful frown. "Should we wait for her outside?"

Yeah, that's pretty much what I figured. A stretch DeLorean? :D

Sorry, PL8 Grim will not die! Here's her PL10 sheet, farther down.

Grim nods and takes the card, then looks between Ace and Scarab. She smiles and nods. "Oh, I get it; this is your not-so-subtle way of saying I can trust Scarab and look to her for advice, right? Okay, fair enough, I'll give her a shot." She holds up the card and twirls it playfully between her fingers. "Just don't think that gets you off the hook, Mr. Danger; I'm still gonna call you up in the middle of the night sobbing and saying 'I can't take it anymore!' from time to time. Vast quantities of mint chocolate chip ice cream will be consumed in the kitchen of Danger Mansion, mark my words." The shapeshifter sticks the card up her sleeve, then laughs out loud. "I can't believe I just called myself a 'tool'; God, I'm such a spaz." She holds out a hand for a firm handshake. "Seriously though, thanks; us 'young people' can use all the help we can get."

OOC thread for Gossamer and Dr A's night out at the biergarten. I don't see Herr Doktor as being the kind of guy who drives a lot, hence the rented car and driver; let me know if I need to change that, D-A.

Date: July 10th, 2009 High 76, low 54. Clear skies, E winds @ 5-10 mph. At first when Doctor Archeville suggested his predilection for his native German cuisine, Estelle De Havilland was a bit taken aback; due to her family's ready wealth, she'd been able to dine around the world and in a lot of fine restaurants, but big piles of steaming blutwurst were not quite her bag. However, she agreed out of politeness, at first dreading the thought until she did a little online research; Der Augenblick, the Hanover biergarten the good doctor had suggested, had a very nice website, and the menu looked intriguing. However, when she looked to the beer list, she was really impressed. Many people who know Doctor de Havilland in Freedom City think of her as being a bit stiff, but this is because they only know her cultured facade; in truth she loves loud rock music, dancing and even occasionally tying one on. So by the time the doctor's car pulls up in front of her loft apartment, Estelle is genuinely looking forward to the evening. She stands in front of her building, (having received a phone call that her companion for the evening was almost there), and she looks truly stunning; she wears a simple powder blue party dress, white opened-toed shoes, and her hair is in an elegant arm-think braid threaded with blue ribbons that hangs down between her shoulders to finally brush her ankles. As always for Estelle, the overall look is sophisticated and tasteful, but much less formal that she would wear to say a night at the theater. The chauffeured limo pulls to a halt, and the driver gets out to open the door for her; the beautiful chemist smiles and adjusts the small white purse on her shoulder as she ducks her head slightly to peer into the capacious back seat. "Good evening, Herr Docktor."

Lynn yelps with delight, probably a lot louder than she intended. "Oh my god, that's awesome! You did it, you did the thing!" She claps a hand over her mouth and looks a bit pink in the cheeks; after taking a moment to see if they're being observed, she's back to whispering. "Sorry, I got a little excited; here, take a look." She produces the silver mirror again and offers it to 'her'. "It's the most awesome thing in the world; the doors it opens for you are just amazing. You can be exactly the right person for any job, ask any question, go anywhere. Welcome to a world you've never seen before, through the eyes of someone else."

There are hints of tears in Grim's eyes as she stares at the figure of Centurion. "God, I can't remember the last time I really looked up to somebody; well, there was Nightrival, but that...that's in the past." She turns around to face of her impossibly young dance partner, and tries to see the age behind his eyes. "I haven't...I've done things, bad things, things I'm not very proud of, but I think they've given me, like, insight into people's lives, into the way they struggle, and the things they're willing to do out of fear or desperation." She looks over towards Scarab and the old guy with the cane. "Since I've been with the Knights, I feel like I'm losing that connection; I don't want to leave them or anything, plus as Scarab said it's not like an exclusive club or anything." The young shapeshifter suddenly grasps Ace's arms in a surprisingly firm grip. "I am a weapon in the war on crime and suffering, but not like a club or a gun; I'm a scalpel that needs to be wielded by a professional, like a surgeon. I'm no good on my own, not yet." Grim's face screws up as she tries to shape her thoughts into words. "I'm not saying it has to be you, but if you could help me in any way, point me in the right direction; whisper a name or write an address on a slip of paper, something." Her eyes once again show that intense passion. "Help me be the tool I know I can be, that cuts out the sickness and makes the body whole."

Gossamer has 1 pp, all of which will go to 4 ranks of Profession: Teacher. Edits done by Geez3r

PL 10 Grim has 5 pp to spend, I would like to spend them thusly: 2 pp to bump Wisdom up to 12; she's been showing signs of greater perception and understanding. 2 pp to give her two ranks of Protection in her normal form. Just because. 1 pp to purchase Immunity (aging). Yeah, pretty much a pure roleplaying thing, to show she's truly no longer human. Edits done by Geez3r

May 9th, 2009: Lynn and Wesley go out on their first real date (There's Magic In The Air) (Yes, I realize this is so long ago as to be practically a retcon, but we've dropped numerous references to them dating and felt it need to be established in continuity.)

OOC thread for Grim and Wesley's first big date :love: ;)

On a warm Saturday night in early May, Lynn fidgeted in front of 'Vatan', a nice little Indian place she'd picked out just off of Meadow. Thankfully Riverside had a lot of Indian places to choose from; she knew Wes wasn't broke but still didn't have a good handle on how much money he actually had, so she tried for the best combination of positive reviews and reasonable prices. Thank you, Google; as always, I pledge my undying love to you. :bow: As usual, she put a lot of thought into her look for the night; having an infinite number of options to choose from really allowed a girl to go for just the right effect. Tonight she decided to keep it simple and not overthink it; she knew she liked Wes, but didn't want to either crowd him or force things down any particular path, so she opted for 'pretty' over 'sexy'. She pulled a box of orange Tic Tacs out of her tiny purse and popped a few; she never could suck on Tic Tacs like some folks, instead going straight for the crunchy goodness. I hope he looks nice tonight, she thought absently.