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Oddly enough, thst might make the place "more* appealing to Gretch, in a morbid, Hunter S Thompson kind of way.
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Can I take 10 via Skill Mastery instead? I'm just so sick and tired of these garbage rolls. Or does the Complication give me an HP I can use for a reroll?
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Okay, here goes nothing! 1d20+10=12 ...honestly, I don't even know why I bother sometimes.
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Okay, so the Diplomacy check is for the phone call?
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-Did he just say 'free glowsticks'?- -Now, now! You know Sam doesn't fully understand you, or your deep and abiding hatred of all things associated with America's favorite jam band, Phish.- -Maybe if I drink enough of them I'll die.- -Enough! Think of the positives here! Tropical mixed drinks in bewildering varieties! Shirtless, sculpted men glistening with cocoa butter! Skinny dipping with your insanely hot girlfriend by moonlight!- -These...are compelling arguements.- -Thank you! Keeping an open mind is all I ask for.- -I shall try.- "So where exactly will be staying, Sam" inquired Lynn as she reached across to squeeze her girlfriend's hand. "You are having way too much fun being mysterious about everything."
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Hmm; my first thought was to use her super-breath to slow down the patrol cars, but that would just convince them that they were a threat. My second thought is to try and send a message to the cops, but without using the police band and making them angry again; this I can imagine working one of two ways: 1. MG stunts a huge volume boost off her super-breath to tell them in a very loud voice "WE ARE NOT BAD GUYS; WE'RE TRYING TO CATCH BAD GUYS!" 2. MG uses Communication ability to directly call one of the cops' cellphones and totally freak them out, but hopefully get them know that they're all on the same side. I find the second option more intriguing, though it is a bit more problematic; cellphones do use radio signals, but how would she know which specific one to call? This would be very Silver Age/CW's Supergirl, i.e. the kind of thing that makes you laugh and roll your eyes, but you still kind of think it's cool, so I leave it up to you
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The pretty brunette frowned slightly, then looked over her shoulder at the clock above the bar. "Um...okay, wow, you're super-early, but that's cool!" She offered the young man a firm handshake."Nice to meet you, Marcus; I'm Lynn Epstein, owner of Silberman's Books! Can I you something to drink? Water or coffee?" She gestured towards the bar as she began to head in the direction of a door that said 'Main Office. Employees Only' Now that she was closer, Marcus could smell the scent of magic on her as well, and pretty powerful at that! Lynn took this opportunity to send a quick message to Gretch. Hey, guess what? 'Big Guy' is my eleven o'clock! He is super early. Yep! Could be a good sign, y'know; 'eager self-starters' are all the rage right now. Or he thought the interview was for ten and he is super late. Hah!
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Poke!
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"Here, y'know what, let's go back into my office," said the changeling as she got up and gestured for Moira to follow her. "Bring your drink along." She led the goddess into the manager's office, which was small but cozy. All four walls were lined with bookshelves, and an old massive wooden desk squated in the middle of the floor. There was a high-backed swivel leather chair behind it, with two matching low-backed ones for guests. On top of the desk was desktop computer, scanner and a green banker's lamp, as well as a well-stocked candy dish. Lastly on the wall above and behind the desk was a pair of ornate looking firearms, a lever-action rifle and a revolver, mounted in a frame. Lynn slid easily behind the desk and plopped in the big chair, which made her look downright tiny. "Have a seat, help yourself to some candy." A few seconds later, there was a gentle tapping at the door, followed by Gretchen arriving with a giant peppermint mocha for her boss. "Oh, awesome, thanks; bring that bad boy over to Mama!" They exchanged a quick kiss (?), and then the young barista scooted out, giving Moira a giddy little wave as she passed. "So, time and absences; I know a little bit about that. I was offworld for three years myself, until 2014; my, how the time flies!" Noticing her old friend's inquisitive look regarding the kiss, Lynn gestured back towards the door. "Oh, ah, it'll be a year later this month; my first, uh, y'know, with a girl." She crossed her fingers and grimaced goofily. "So far so good! So," she said as she drummed on the desk. "Let's hear your long story, then I'll tell you mine."
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Would it be okay if Gretch did a Current Events roll, too? Lynn tends to jump in feet first, but Gretch likes to do her research; even if she came up with something bad, she'd still go along. EDIT: I went ahead and did the roll, just in case you're okay with it. 1d20+5=10 Hmm; doubt that gives her much insight, but you never know. Maybe the equivalent of going a Wikipedia search?
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-Oh my God, she's into me.- -Of course she is! You're gorgeous and she's Jack Harkness; bask in the wonder of her gaze!- Lynn's grin got even wider as she joined Moira at the table; perhaps smiling at some private joke? "I did wonder about what happened to you; you missed my wedding!" She regretted it as soon as she said it, her eyes going wide and apologetic as she reached out a hand to rest on her friend's arm. "Which is totally fine!" She held up her left hand to show her lack of ring. "See, ancient history! Totally of the past!" -Hon, I'm digging myself in deep here; I need a peppermint mocha, stat!- -On it!-
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Gretchen stood there and watched the two visions of loveliness intertwine, and it was almost more than she could handle. Luckily, her girlfriend was there to bring her back out of it. Dropping to the ground, the changeling put her arm around the redhead's shoulders and gestured towards her perfect face. "Gretch, I want you to meet an old and very dear friend of mine, Moira Morely. Moira, this is Gretchen McDaniels." -You're doing great, kid! It helps if you just look at one part of her, y'know? Otherwise your eyes kinda wander and you get all confused. Stick with eye contact, take deep breaths, and remember that this super-hot pixie chick loves you to death, okay?- -I...thanks. Got it.- The young barista closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then managed a little nod and that disaffected half smile that Lynn loved so much. "Hey" -Oh, you've got this, hon!-
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The swirl of emotions and feelings that were currently floating through the poor girl's head were sadly not very conducive to beverage preparation; however, she could still manage to fire off a mental distress signal before her boat capsized. -Lynn.- -Yo! Hey Gretch, what's up?- -There is a...girl-shaped being of enchantment out here.- -A...what now?- -It is built like unto a girl, but far more powerful. I am having trouble talking to it.- -Oh God. Does she have dark red hair, amazing skin and sort of glow with love and tenderness?- -I...yes.- -Be right there. Just smile, hold your ground, and try to remain fully clothed, okay?- -Please hurry.- This whole time, Gretchen pretty much stood there, eyes unfocused and a faint smile on her lips as she mutely made the mocha; luckily there wasn't a line, because she really was kind of useless right now. Just then, a very beautiful woman came out of the back office, a huge grin on her face. She looked a bit more mature and rounded than the last time Moira had seen her; no longer an elfin toothpick girl, Lynn Epstein had become a lovely elfin woman, with shoulder length curly brown hair. And that woman, wearing an Irish fisherman's sweater, boot-length jeans and light hiking boots, came charging out of her office, grinning like a maniac, and leaped a good fifteen feet through the air to wrap her arms around her old friend. "Deeeeeeeee! How are ya, hot stuff?" Yep, she was still Lynn, alright.
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The girl behind the bar was indeed cute; she wore a red flannel shirt with the sleeves ripped off over a vintage olive drab GI Joe T-shirt, tattered blue jeans and a well-worn pair of Doc Martin's. Behind her black plastic framed glasses, her eyes where heavily made-up, and a lot of silver was stuck in her ears. After what seemed like an eternity (such service!), Gretchen finally turned to face the newcomer. "..." The words never made it to her lips; she was too busy staring at the inhumanly attractive female who was standing before her. Her brain kept telling her it was rude to stare, which was funny because she normally didn't give a damn about being rude to customers, but it was like the little girl that lived inside of her head felt ashamed. And inadequate and invisible and very, very small. There were times when her own girlfriend's perfect looks, smell and hair made her jealous, but then Lynn shared freely of herself, so it was all okay. This woman (enchantress? deity?) was operating on a whole 'nother level of yowza. "I...Lynn's...in back. Doing stuff. All kinds of stuff." She gestured vaguely towards the back of the store. "I can actually...I can just call her, if you'd like..."
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Silberman's Books, at the corner of Frederick and Pratt. Saturday, February 4th, 2017. 12:05 pm. It was a rather cold and gray afternoon in February, the kind of day when really all you wanted to do was stay in bed, read a book, maybe watch something on Netflix; Gretchen in particular had argued in favor of this last point earlier that morning. But her girlfriend Lynn made the point that if they wanted a long and happy life, they wouldn't be working in retail; this led to a narrowing of the eyes and an icy telepathic rebuke. -Curse your alien faerie logic.- But now it was far too late; they'd been open for two hours, and it would be far too difficult to kill all the customers and hide the bodies. The surly barista was well and truly screwed, so she would just have to glare balefully at the Happy Morning People as they drank their coffee and ate their baked treats. You will all pay for this. For her part, Lynn was in the office, cheerfully going over her emails, seemingly oblivious to her love's virulent misanthropy this fine morning.
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Boop!
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Not sure what else I should post here...?
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Casey thought about it for a few seconds; to be honest, based on the limited means available to them, this would probably be as much of a plan as they could realistically come up with without turning to more professional help. "Okay, we'll see if we can make this work." She pulled out and unfolded a satelite photo she'd printed off of Google Earth, and pointed at specific building across the street from their target. "Meet me on this rofftop in one hour," she declared, hoping she sounded more confident than she felt. She provided the street address as well to ease navigation. "And try to wear something a bit more...stealthy." There was a blur of motion, and their weird picnic in the sky was all tidied up and tucked into a bag for later disposal. "See you soon!" And with that, the blonde powerhouse lifted off into the sky, her golden glow arcing south across the river.
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Lynn was onboard right away; she'd been itching to stretch her legs for some time, and a tropical vacation on a remote island sounded like just what the doctor ordered. Gretchen, however, was a much harder sell; she was not very outdoorsy by nature, not a huge fan of bright sunshine or wearing skimpy clothing on a hot beach, or even air travel, which was fairly ironic considering that she could actually fly. It took considerable cajoling on Lynn's part, but eventually she won the day; the changeling could, after all, be incredibly persuasive if she wanted to, and the concessions her girlfriend ultimately demanded in exchange were quirky, kinky, and kind of hilarious, so she didn't mind that Gretch was such a tough negotiator. Hmm; I should lose arguments more often! One of the (non-kinky) concessions was that if they had to fly to the West Coast, it would be nonstop and strictly no coach; three business class tickets weren't cheap, but to Lynn it was a small price to pay for a more-or-less happy girlfriend and a smooth flight. And now, out over the beautiful Pacific Ocean with Val Verde below them like an exotic emerald, the changeling quivered with excitement; she wore a sleeveless denim blouse, white shorts and leather wedges, topped with a wide straw hat and big green sunglasses."Oh my God, it looks amazing! We are going to have such an awesome time out here!" Meanwhile Gretchen, in her motorcycle jacket, black Misfits T-shirt, tattered bluejeans and combat boots merely sniffed, her eyes unreadable behind her Ray-Bans. "All I can say is that the T. Rex paddocks better damn well be secured."
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Sorry, guys! But I think better to figure out something's not working right away rather than once folksbare more invested later on.
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Got a bit of a head cold, posting may be sluggish (just like me!)
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Lynn held up her hands. "Whoa, whoa, whoa; you don't need to shower me with gifts or anything like that; I'm happy just to help out." At that, Gretchen's eyebrows went up as she once again switched to mental communication. Seriously? You're going to turn down the one good thing about taking in a crazy, homeless genie? If the legends are true, she could do pretty much anything. I know, I know, but that just doesn't feel right. My great-grandfather didn't treat her much better than a slave; I just can't do that to her. Once again focusing on Farrah again, the shopkeeper smiled and clasped her hands in front of her. "So, ah, Farrah! Can you make yourself look more like one of us?" She pinched her fingers together, leaving a small gap in between. "Maybe turn the volume down a smidge while you're at it?"
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This was all a bit much for the young barista, but she also knew she absolutely could NOT afford to freak out right now; instead, she did her best to steel her nerves and sound bored and annoyed, which had served her well in most situations. "You're Al-Kazar," she stated rather bluntly. Then she turned to face the flapper-thing, though she did kind of have to squint her eyes to keep from going nuts at the site of her incredible wrongness. "And you're the thing he trapped in here." Turning back to the magician, she did her very best to keep the fear out of her voice. "So how do we get out of here?" - - - - Meanwhile, Lynn flicked both her wrists, and the deadly night-black talons on her finger tips returned; dropping into a menacing crouch, she moved to get between Gretchen's body any who would do it harm, her eyes wild and voice more of a growl. "Don't even think about it!"
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Grimalkin/Shrike (19) [Maxed] Old Friends (10) Positions Available, Part 1 (2) The Box of Delights (1) There's Always Room For One More (1) Ultimate Cosmic Power, Itty Bitty Living Space (1) Viva Val Verde (4) Miracle Girl (6) A Friendly Game (1) Dark Dealings (2) Once Seen (1) The Young Woman and the Sea (2) NPC Hyperactive? Coffee Helps! (2) All points go to Miracle Girl
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"Okay." She was feeling a little better, but not by much; Casey easily climbed on the behemoth's back, and got a good grip. Suddenly she cocked her head to one side. "The cops are on their way, talking about shots fired and supervillains sighted; maybe I should give them a heads up." Pitching her voice at the same frequency as the police band, she made a brief announcement. "This is Miracle Girl. Myself and Leviathan are in pursuit of a blue SUV in North Bay. The driver is a Caucasian male, mid-thirties. He's joined by three women, mid to late twenties, race...unclear. They are armed and dangerous. Over."
