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"Yeah, movie's probably a good idea. We'll let him pick; might be somethin' interestin'." Now bored of her elaborate display, Lulu turned to the partygoers and sighed. "Alright, y'all; pack it up." She snapped her fingers, and an open suitcase appeared in the middle of the floor, and the entire 'rave', boys, girls, booze and sound system, got sucked into it in a swirling cascade of light and sound as the telepath nonchalantly took another swig of Coke. When it was all gone, the suitcase snapped shut and blinked out of existence. "Or we could play a board game," she offered with a shrug.
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Lulu's eyes got wide as the strange woman's face warped into a sort of creepy Snapchat filter, and despite herself the redhead leaned back a bit involuntarily. "Uh, Mia and Ben sorta, uh, described him pretty well." She made an upward gesture with her hand. "He flies a lot." Then she got the mental message from Dee, and visibly sighed with relief as her eyes went unfocused. - Oh thank goodness, a friendly voice! I am feeling very out of place right now, and I've been to space! How are you, Miss Farington? -
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Lulu sighed and shook her head, and put a hand on Olivia's shoulder. "You worry too much, cuz. And you don't have to apologize so much! Ah'm a big girl! Ah'm used to people's thoughts." As they entered the food court, which was filled with teenagers, glowing arrows began to appear in the air, pointing down at the heads of several of the boys, a few girls, and (sigh!) a few adults. - These are the people who've had impure thoughts about me in the last thirty seconds. It happens. They also think about what everyone else looks like naked, what to buy at Taco Bell, and whether or not there's a game on tonight. It doesn't mean they're disgusting or weird - well, usually not, but it does mean they're living, breathing humans with functioning eyeballs and sex drives. They can't help it. I know you find me attractive and you worry about me, but that's just part of who you are; you're also a good friend and an amazing person, and I'm happy to spend the day with you. - The Southern girl turned to Olivia and smiled. "You want to get some Taco Bell? Ah'm cravin' it all of a sudden!"
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Lulu winced as Leroy spoke so plainly, and he was right: all too often she'd dismissed him as a buffoon or pretty boy, which was really unfair. He really had changed a lot since coming to Claremont and meeting Judy. He might be naive and prone to flights of misguided gallantry, but it was clear he had a big heart and was truly devoted to his betrothed. She reached out and took both of his hands in hers, and there were tears in her eyes. "Leroy, ah...first of all, ah owe you an apology. You are an amazing young man, and Judy's lucky to have to you. Ah'm sorry ah treat you like a dumbass all the time." Then she took a deep breath and shook her head. "But what you're askin' right now? Well that's just plain stupid. Judy's the reason you've become a better man, you big dummy! Why on Earth would ah risk undoin' all that progress? Judy might seem like a simple girl sometimes, like someone you need to protect, but her and her sister are both certified badasses who can take care of themselves." And then she reached up, put a hand on his cheek and smiled. "And besides, ah trust you. You have the biggest, strongest heart of any man ah've ever met, and ah trust your love for Judy is strong enough to keep you both safe." The redhead telepath crossed her arms and nodded. "So my answer is 'f### no', in the most lovin' way possible. You hear?"
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At first Lulu looked confused, then she went to concerned and finally horrified. She squeezed her eyes shut, shook her head and held up her hands. "Wait wait wait! You want me to what, set up a triggered mind wipe in your brain, that will erase your knowledge of the Smith sisters' secrets?" Her eyes snapped open as she leaned in close to the love struck boy. "Is that what your askin'? Because that s### is terrifyin', hon! What if ah screw up, and erase your childhood or somethin'?"
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Lulu Beaumont, despite having lived with the Harrows for over a year now, still felt a bit out of place at these fancy soirees. But she knew Mia was planning to go, and she wanted to be their for her friend. Plus Davyd was always good for a fun afternoon, and Leroy and Eira were...themselves, so really, did she have a choice? Stepping out of one of the guest rooms, Lulu looked quite fetching in a one piece turquoise swimsuit with matching pool sandals, her hair coiled up on top of her head in a neat bun. She strode up to her best friend, then stopped as her jaw dropped in shock, her hand on her chest. "Oh mah Gawd! Is that what you've been hidin' all day? You look amazin', hon!"
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Lulu's brow furrowed as she crossed her arms tightly across her chest. "Ah saw Mia tryin' to apologize in her own awkward way, and you choosin' to take it as pity. Well guess what? Just because you've got a computer for a brain or whatever don't mean you can't fool yourself or make errors of judgement, or see things colored by your point of view. You're just as human as the rest of us in that department." She stood up and approached the Swedish robo-teen; there was a challenge in her posture, but it wasn't entirely hostile. "And don't you think you're superior to us? You clearly see this school as a waste of your time, because all the knowledge in the universe is already in your head or somethin', right? What could you possibly learn from kids your own biological age?"
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Lulu rolled her eyes at Leroy's determination to make Mia squad leader, but recognized that part of her resistance to the idea might have come from her own desire to lead Orange Squad. Maybe it was best to let this one go? Mia could speak for herself, after all. In response to the Earth-2 prince's request of a moment of her time, she shrugged offhandly "Uh, sure! Ah've got time."
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Lulu took a seat in the lounge, and gestured for Mia to sit in one next to her. She thought for a few moments, then shrugged. "Humans have been goin' where we don't belong for a long time. We build airplanes and submarines, climb mountains and take ships to Antarctica. Some people can't wait to leap into danger, and some just want to stay home; there ain't no shame in not wantin' to grab the bull by the horns." She reached over and put a hand on her friend's leg, and gave her a sympathic smile. "Look, ah'm here for you, okay? If you want, ah can...distract you with silly mind games or make this whole place look like Disneyworld. We'll get though this together, you hear me?"
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ic Spring Break 1: To Remove is to Improve (IC)
Heritage replied to Ari's topic in The Realms Beyond
Lulu waa stunned beyond words by the sheer alien beauty of Leroy's world; it was like walking into one of the worlds from the Prequel Trilogy, but for real and all around you. "Wow, Leroy; this is...a lot." Using her TK, she picked herself up and floated high into the air, arcing gently towards the beach to take in as much of the sights as possible. -
Shrike has effectively been retired
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ic Spring Break 1: To Remove is to Improve (IC)
Heritage replied to Ari's topic in The Realms Beyond
Another doorway opened, and a beaming Lulu Beaumont stepped out, wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat, a loose white blouse with sleeves down to elbows, baggy tan cargo pants, and Teva sandals. Her outfit covered most of her pale, sun-sensitive skin while still allowing freedom of movement and breathability, all while looking sharp. Her hair was in a French braid that fell over one shoulder, and a compact North Face backpack held all her gear. "Hey, y'all! Sorry 'bout the delay; Adam was helpin' me choose mah outfit on Snapchat." She cleared her throat and looked a little guilty. "There, uh...there may have been an impromptu fashion show." Slipping on a pair of round green sunglasses, she then made jazz hands and smiled a big showbiz smile. "Anywho, let's go!" -
The redhead laughed, a relaxed friendly laugh; she was enjoying her day with Olivia. Hopefully someday she could do the same with regular Davyd. "You are such a Star Trek snob! 'Ooh, the captain shouldn't go on away missions, that's why they have a chain of command!' Come on, now! Kirk's a take charge kind of guy!" Her ribbing was good natured, but clearly she'd been studying her Trek, possibly tucked under Adam's arm. When the shapeshifter sighed at his lack of Grue mental powers, Lulu pursed her lips and shook her head slightly. "Mmm, you may have more to be thankful for than you realize; telepathy can be a tough gig, know what ah mean? Ah mean, it took me years to figure out how to keep the voices out of mah head while ah was sleepin'. Up until then, mah daddy gave me shots of moonshine 'til ah passed out." She shuddered at the memory, but this new fact may have explained while Lulu was so comfortable around alcohol for her age. "It's like, we don't remember bein' potty trained, but by all accounts, it's a struggle. Not much fun when you can remember how hard it was."
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King, you want to have a swing at him? Otherwise, Lulu can use her TK on him.
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"Oh yeah, ah can sense all kinds of stuff, at good range, too. Also ah could probe ahead better than one of them little mini subs, 'cause ah can send mah sight through walls." But then she frowned. "Of course, if it gets too dark, mah vision ain't so hot. No infrared or low light." She was eagerly enjoying her salad, and had absolutely no problem drinking a glass of sangria with it; it was, however, a little scary seeing her slosh around the red liquid as she wore a lovely white beech dress, her red hair cascading over one bare shoulder. "Adam is very strong," she assured Davyd with a slight shake of her head. "And can hold his breath longer than any pearl diver; he'll be amazin' down there." Her cheeks glowed from a mixture of Spanish wine and love for her boy as she gazed upon him and smiled radiantly. In response to Pan's question, she cringed and shook her head. "No, ah tried that once when ah was like twelve or thirteen, you now, pushin' mah powers to read our dog's mind? And it was...unpleasant." She held up a hand. "Like, it didn't make me hate our dog or nothin', but it was just too alien for me to feel comfortable in there, know what ah mean? Ah think we might be better off just pretendin' we know what they think, is all."
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"Oh, totally," agreed Lulu with a nod, though a weird smile spread across her face. Suddenly all the doors into the house flew open, and a swarm of hootin' and hollerin' 'teenagers' (none of whom looked to be under the age of twenty) swarmed into the house, lugging kegs, coolers and what looked like an entire sound system and mixing table. They quickly occupied every available inch of space, tapping the kegs, blending frozen margaritas on the countertop, and dancing and gyrating to the thump thump of house music. To an individual, they were ludicrously attractive, suspiciously well-trained dancers, and wearing dated 90s clothing. One party dude, a NY Yankees cap worn facing sides on his head and baggy colorful clothing on his body, sauntered up to Adam and indicated the bewildered Claremont student with a jerk of his jaw. "Sup, bro!" He then turned to the throng and called out, "Yo, Pony Boy, beer me!" "Incoming!" Catching the cold brew with one hand without even looking, the dude gave the redheaded telepath, who was turning equally red in the face with suppressed laughter, a casual nod as he raised his voice to be heard over the music. "Sup, Lulu! Awesome little shindig you threw together!" The moisture-beaded can in his hand read only 'BEER' in a Gothic font as he popped the top and raised it to his lips.
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Boom!
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Lulu shrugged as Eira spoke of sound volume. "Ah mean, ah don't mind you playin' as long as ah'm not tryin' to sleep or somethin'. Ah usually study and do homework in the library, and on the weekends ah'm stayin' with my foster family a few times a month. We shouldn't get in each other's way too much." But when Eira transformed, the telepath was much less blasé, and she whistled in appreciation. "Well now! That ain't somethin' you see everyday! Expect that's why my mental powers don't seem to work on you." She pinched her lower lip thoughtfully. "Might even be why the put us together in the first place, know what ah mean?"
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Wisdom 20 Will save for Mr. Fancy Pants, if that's okay.
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Preferring to stay invisible for the moment, the teen telepath got within about fifty feet of the duo before sending another message Velocity's way. - I'm nearby. I'm just going to do a quick mental scan for a little intel. - Then she reached out with her mind and, with the lightest touch, gently ran her mental fingers in ripples across the surface of the caped man's thoughts. Let's have a look at what makes you tick...
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Torque - PL10 Vibora Bay PC - Heritage (Gold Reward)
Heritage replied to Heritage's topic in Character Building
I appreciate all the work both of you did on this character. I don't think I'll be playing her for the time being. -
Something about that last statement made the telepath's blood boil; to hear her best friend's lifetime of struggle dismissed so out of hand by someone who'd admittedly suffered a great deal, but never had to fight for her parents' affection made the back of her neck go all warm. "Yeah, that may be it," Lulu stated matter-of-factly, as she stared down at her shoes. "So the next question is, why are you so damn hypersensitive?" And then she skewered her roommate with the most hostile yet disinterred blank stare she could manage.
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Lulu winced as the anger rolled off her friend in waves of heat; she felt like she was standing at the rim of a very active volcano, and Mt. Mia was about to erupt. She tried to dampen the fires as best she could. -You can not let her get to you, hon. Yes, she's a bitch, but she's also a thoughtless little brat who's never had to play nice with others. She insults people the way most of us breathe. Now I know it sucks and it's going to give you an ulcer, but you have to be the better person here. I'm not saying not to stand up for yourself, but if you take the bait every time, one of you is going to end up dead. And I love you and I don't want to have to deal with getting a new roommate; we just figured out our bathroom schedule. There was a little telekinetic squeeze on Mia's shoulder as Lulu looked at her with a sympathetic smile. She wasn't even paying attention to the rest of the tour or the discussion.
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"Hmm, good question," Lulu murmured with a nod as she tapped at her smartphone. "Let's see what the internet recommends...ooh, The Enemy Below! That sounds cool. 'The story of the battle between an American destroyer escort and a German U-Boat during World War II'. Oh, and they did base an episode of Star Trek on it, what do you know? Everythin's comin' up Star Trek today. Not like that's a bad thing..." The girls tried on a few more things, and Lulu paid for her purchases before they headed into the rest of the mall on their way to the food court. "Have you ever done this before, maintained an identity for a long period of time? Ah know you're more into theater, but boy, you'd be great doin' undercover work, ah'd think."