Heritage

1d30+10=23 I believe his weapon is mine!

The young Alabaman got a little pink in the cheeks at Veronica's compliment, but was quick to offer one of her own. "Well, ah can assure you that you're twice as lovely as me tonight." She looked around a bit. "Ah'm supposed to meet Adam here tonight; that boy's probably got his nose in a book somewheres..." After the loud crash of Monica's entrance, through psychic was happy to see a familiar form striding over. "Hey there, handsome!" At Adam's approach, Lulu smiled liked the sun and her dark eyes sparkled as she clasped his hands in her own; unlike her companion, she had absolutely no problem checking out her date, taking a step backwards to do so. "Goodness, don't you clean up good! That tux really suits you!" Behind Adam, she happened to see Aja, looking lovely as ever but sadly with nothing to wear. "Oh, that ain't right; it's her first dance here in the States, it should be special!" Shaking her head, Lulu raised her hand as though she was holding an invisible wand. "Lucky for her, she's got a fairy godmother tonight." And with a wave of her hand, the young psychic drew a lovely yellow dress onto Aja, complete with diamond earrings and a matching hair scarf. "There we go; much better!" She blew on her finger like it was pistol, and mimed putting it back in a holster.

WHAMMIED BY TT First character edit for Lulu! 2PP to add new AP to Psionics array: - AP: Mental Blast 10 (Extras: Alternate Save [Will], Mental, Range 2 [Perception]; Flaw: Action [Full]; Feats: Subtle {31/33} - AP: Mental Transform 8 (Alter Memories; Extras: Alternate Save [Will], Duration [Continuous]; Feats: Subtle) {33/33} 2PP to increase Charisma to 20 2PP to add 8 ranks of Skills: - Bluff +3 - Knowledge (Civics) +1 - Knowledge (Current Events) +1 - Knowledge (Earth Science) +1 - Knowledge (History) +1 - Knowledge (Pop Culture) 1

"Ah, so not a social visit then," said Lynn once she started to put things together; she was actually relieved she wouldn't have to reach out to Gretch for backup, due to the current...awkwardness between them. "I'm Lynn; nice to finally meet you both." When Set moved in to take a selfie, she still had the wherewithal to offer up a weary yet defiant 'duckface' and flash the V sign. The changeling noticed Sekhmet sniffing the air and prowling about, and recognized a fellow hunter; looking over her shoulder at the statuesque woman, she indicated the men's bathroom with a nod as she returned to her sweeping. "They came in through the restroom, or at least I'm pretty sure they did; they didn't touch any of the outside doors or windows, and my one and only suspect visited the facilities when he came in here to throw his weight around and insult my store. I'm thinking he was either familiarizing himself with the room or leaving some sort of beacon or target behind; either way, he pretty much trashed the place when he 'apparated' in." She shook her head and sighed. "Some people just can't take 'no' for an answer."

Disarm to Hit: 1d20+10=29

Gossamer will attempt to disarm Smokey; is that just a straight To Hit roll?

Lynn had sent Maddy home once the police were done questioning her and taking her prints; the whole thing had rattled her, whereas wonton destruction of property was old hat for the changeling. After the cops had bagged all the evidence and took all the photos they needed, and the insurance folks got all the pictures they needed, Lynn was left alone in the dusty store. The plumber had cut off the water to the bathrooms, promising to return later in the week to install new fixtures after the carpenters hung the new door. It was all so terribly exhausting. So what do you do when disaster strikes? You get out a broom and start sweeping. Now wearing a pair of loose coveralls, Sonic the Hedgehog T-shirt and a pair of worn workboots, the fae bookseller got to work, seperating salvageable and unsalvageable books into seperate piles, mopping up the rest of the water in the bathroom, and sweeping up broken glass and splinters with a pushbroom. She was just dumping another dustpan's worth of debris into a conjured trashbin when the front door opened. S###, she thought to herself, I forgot to lock it. "Uh, sorry folks, we're actually not open today," Lynn said wearily as she wiped her brow with her forearm; even covered in dust and grime, she was surprisingly attractive for a mortal. "We had a bit of...unscheduled remodeling, I suppose you might say." She chuckled without much humor, but then paused to lean on her pushbroom as she squinted her eyes at the young man. "Waitaminute...you're that Egyptian god who's on Twitter, right? Set? Boy, did you pick a bad day for a store visit!"

I know Grim and Set have never been in a thread together, and looking over Temperance's history, it doesn't appear she and Lynn have crossed paths either. More than likely, Lynn and Eliza have probably chatted in the store, and both are aware the other is knowledgeable about the arcane and occult. I'm guessing that neither knows about the others' heroic identity, but would not be surprised to find out that they possess magical abilities.

I imagine Lynn knows who Set is due to his media presence, though she's probably never met him. Can we assume she and Eliza are familiar with each other, in at least a professional capacity?

"Oh, everyone's pretty nice," she said with a shrug. "It's pretty much what you get in any high school; there's a few shy kids, and one ah can't figure out if she's a bitch or not. And one who..." She frowned as she tried to find the most diplomatic way to say it. "One who may be a boy and may be a girl. Or neither, ah guess. Whoever they are, they are good lookin'." And then Lulu smiled to herself as she ran her finger around the rim of her water glass. "And there's another boy who's real cute, but not in the usual way, know what ah mean? He's not boy band pretty or anythin' like that. But he's deep; he reads books and stuff, which ah think is cool."

Hearing Pan's request, Lulu dug around in her shopping bag. "Well ah stopped by the dollar store and got a big ol' bag of army men; ah think they're 'bout the right size." She pulled out a small, dark green figure, scrutinized it, then offered it to Pan. "This here's a jungle commando or some such; you can use him." This was all very exciting! Growing up back in Columbia, it was hard to find people to talk to about things like the Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit; now here were a whole bunch of nerds eager to sit down together and write their own adventures! She hoped the game turned out well, and that she'd get to play again.

Lulu was glad she'd managed to get Tabitha to come out, even it she didn't seem super-happy to be there; once the redheaded psychic showed her how she could create a convincing illusion to hide her now-metallic form, she was interested enough to attempt a field test, hich was working fine so far. The young Southerner got her own tray of goodies, including two hot dogs, cheese fries and a Coke. Noticing Abby's lack of enthusiasm for the whole scenario, the redhead shrugged apologetically. "Ah'm sorry this ain't your idea of a good time, but no one's forcing you to bowl if you don't want to. Do you eat fish, or are you a vegan or vegetarian? Maybe we can rustle somethin' up you might like." Noting Abby's sketchbook, Lulu indicated it with a nod. "Look, if you just want to sketch or people-watch, go for broke." She leaned in a smidge more, and attempted a conspiratorial whisper and smile. "Ah mean, at least you can tell Miss Summers you was participatin', right? Maybe get her off your back?" Turning back to the others as she grabbed a handful of cheese fries, Lulu looked over their odd little group. "So how y'all want to work this? Two teams?"

"Dick!" Lynn said it a lot louder than she intended, but she doubted anyone would disagree with her assessment. She 'pulled out' a glamoured dish towel as she headed out to the sales floor to clean up the mess, followed quickly by a still-shaken Lance, who crouched down nect to her. "Wow! That got intense real fast! Was that because of-" "What happened to Gretch and Kiki? Yeah, it was; I've got no patience with bullies anymore." She reached out and put a protective hand on his arm. "Hey, be extra careful today, okay? We may not have seen the last of him, and he clearly has no qualms about using magic in front of the mundanes."

The two friends hit the floor, and it was a very interesting contrast to see them dance side by side. Megan, who studied gymnastics and dance from a young age, knew her body and what it was capable of, and even going through the movements of modern, casual dance was to see poetry in motion. For her part, while Lynn had no formal dance training (though she'd done gymnastics as a child), her infectious enthusiasm and vitality gave her simple movements a thrilling fire, and a body literally made of glamour in motion is something to behold. Together, they were easily the most captivating dancers on the floor, and they were enjoying themselves immensely. Then a pulsing dance track that Lynn recalled from an old vampire movie soundtrack began to throb out of the speakers, and she grinned in delight as she began to jump up and down. "Yes! I freakin' love this track!"

Oy, this guy was a piece of work! This was not going to end well; the last time someone couldn't take a hint, some people she cared a great deal about got shot. Lynn felt the tips of her talons sliding out of her fingertips as she took a deep breath and pushed on, hands jammed into the pockets of her cardigan. "I assure you, Mr. Hawthorne, I meant no deception; our catalog only lists items that are for sale. Now, it's possible something similar to what you describe is in our private collection, but not every item we possess has been properly assessed and documented; I cannot sell you something we haven't cataloged, and not every book we own is suitable for sale." The changeling leaned forward slightly, her pupils turned golden like a wolf's. "I'm sorry I am unable to help you, Mr. Hawthorne." Meanwhile, a transfixed Lance felt a small piece of paper appear in his hand; glancing down at it, he saw a note written in block capitals: GO TO THE BACK ROOM NOW Nervously looking between his boss and the difficult customer, the blonde barista mumbled a quick 'scuse me' before heading for the back room, where he did his best to resist the overwhelming tempation to peek back out towards the sales floor.

Lynn allowed Hawthorne to kiss her hand (a gesture that has never gone out of style in Colt's dimension), but it made her skin crawl; nonetheless, she maintained an outer appearance of civility, although her eyes narrowed slightly at the man's ostentatious display of magic in front of her customers. After he finished his spiel, the dark fae pursed her lips a bit, her eyes briefly flicking down to his walking stick before she responded "My, what a lovely cane." Then she met the man's eyes; her smile was warm, but her gaze was steady. "It's always nice to have someone in the trade drop by, but I'm afraid you travelled a great distance only to be disappointed. There's no item fitting that description currently in our catalog, which regretfully means I cannot accept your generous offer. Is there something else I can help you find?" She'd dealt with his kind before, and they usually didn't take no for an answer.

"Yeah, its true," Casey agreed with a nod. "You can start to lose perspective if you spend your whole life above it all." She frowned as a comparing occured to her. "To be honest, I think the same thing happens to rich people sometimes, especially if they're just born into money, you know? They don't understand how hard it is for, you know, normal people." She laughed ruefully. "I guess in a way, being rich is the original superpower. Kings and queens and emperors could just wave their hand and change the world, just like that." She snapped her fingers, and then her face got a bit sad and serious as she turned to look out the window. "I guess there's a lesson in there for us..."

Lance Bettendorfer stared blankly at the large bill, then mutely indicated the direction to the restrooms with an extended arm. Once the stranger began heading towards the facilities, the tall, blonde former college athlete scooped up the hundred and the card, slid over to the bar, and began steaming milk. "Quite a character," muttered Lynn Epstein, suddenly at Lance's elbow, which almost made him drop the double espresso shot he'd pulled. How she'd managed to get behind the bar so quickly, much less hear the weirdo wherever she was in the store, was beyond his comprehension; must be a magic thing. Today she wore a faded No Doubt T-shirt under a dark brown cardigan, with jeans and a pair of Timberlands. She'd been keeping her hair shorter lately, straight and just a little past the ears. "Uh, yeah, you said it, boss." "Lemme see the card." He handed it over, and the changeling proceeded to study it carefully, even going so far as to hold it under her nose for a good whiff. Meanwhile, her narrowed eyes stayed focused on the restroom door, waiting for the magician (or witch or warlock or whatever he called himself) to emerge. "Interesting..."

Sorry this is so darn late! Initiative for Gossamer: 1d20+7=16

Did not realize this was going to be a Bedlam thread; exciting! EDiT: Arcane Lore: 1d20+10=21 INT (CI): 1d20+2=8 INT (H): 1d20+2=19 Theo & Philo: 1d20+5=17

I'll be starting this in the next two days, possibly even today. I consider it an open thread, so anyone, EC based or otherwise, can drop in.

If nothing else, I can offer an open EC social thread, if you're interested.

Lulu entered the gym and gawped at all the decorations and beautiful dresses on display; this dance was a lot fancier than the ones back at Houston County High! After a lot of consulting with Mrs. Harrow (including a panicked, last-minute Skype session), she'd finally settled on a floor-length cobalt blue dress thst really popped. With her red hair draped over one bare shoulder, she made quite the impression. Wandering over to the punch table, the Southerner nervously got herself a glass of punch as she surveyed the room; she and Adam had talked about meeting up at the dance, but it was presented more as a meeting of friends than any sort of date. Though maybe one day...

"Mmm, let me finish this drink first," said Lynn as she took another sip through her straw. "Despite my bravado, I do need a bit more courage; I haven't been clubbing in literally decades." The changeling looked around the sea of faces, feeling desperately old despite her outward appearance. She'd been a wife, mother and grandmother for years offworld before her return to Prime, then dated an introvert who loathed crowds. Saying her old clubbing skills were a bit rusty was an understatement; they were downright ossified. But then she closed her eyes, and let the rhythm and alcohol work their magic. She took a deep breath and reminded herself that she was more than just an old Jewish bubbe; she was also an ageless faerie princess who could steal the heart of any mortal man or woman, a creature out of legend who set pulses racing with but a glance or smile. She picked up her Long Island, drained it with one long draw (not having to breathe had many uses), then firmly slammed the empty glass back on the bar. "F### it, I'm Lord of the Dance; let's do this sh##."

"Math and science mostly, ah guess. Ah do okay in English and history, 'cause ah like stories and readin' 'bout other folks' lives." She sighed. "It helps to put your problems in perspective, know what ah mean? Seein' what other folks have been through, how they overcame their circumstances. Your life don't seem so bad if you read about the Black Plague or somethin' like that." A smartly-dressed hostess brought them to their table, and Lulu whistled as she looked over the menu. "Hoo-wee, we are livin' fancy now! I don't know what half this stuff is." She pored over the offerings, reading the descriptions carefully; you knew you were at an expensive place when the cost was just listed as a single number in italics. "Mmm, this leek and potato soup sounds good! Ah'm definitely startin' with that. Aaaaaand the seafood linguini, 'cause ah love my shrimp. And ah'll have a Coke, too. Thank you, ma'am."