Dr Archeville

The cheerful (in its own way) robot looked back and forth between Gossamer and Atlas as offers of food were made and declined. But then something else caught its unusual mind. It turned to Atlas, "Samael Nitorvich, may I be of assistance? Though my knowledgebases are incomplete, I may be able to help bridge certain communication gaps between you and Friend-Doctor de Havilland."

Minutes of trailers turned into hours of watching movies. Given his inhumanly fast mental processes, watching them in normal time would be frustrating at best, so he set up a separate monitor to watch them all at super-speed, then set about sketching costumes, plans for a stage and necessary machinery, and lists of people to bring in on both cast and crew. But even all of that he finished by the time Lynn and her manikin finished watching the first video. "Excuse me a moment," he said as Lynn chose the next video, "I have a few phone calls to make in order to get this set up. Ah," he chuckled softly, "I would ask if I could get you anything while I am up, but you two look quite comfy." By the time he was done with his phone calls (which all went fairly well) and returned to the laboratory, Lynn had seen her fill of videos, at least for the time being. "Well, what did you think?"

There is a difference of opinion on something. As written, I do not think Datalink itself is meant to give any ability to better carry out an extended search for an unfamiliar computer, since Datalink is just Communication. To use it on a computer that isn't right in front of you, you need to have found it via some other means (like a live video feed to it, or some other sort of ESP power). Others (such as AA and Electra) do think Datalink alone is enough to be used to do Extended Searches for a computer. If it can, would you need to buy separate Rapid feats to speed the search and speed the rate at which you 'upload data'? Or would one instance of the Rapid power feat let you both talk to and search for computers (and maybe mindless robotic constructs, or even sapient androids) 10x faster?

Protectron was originally built with a number of "cyberkientic" powers,basically psionic-ish powers (like illusion, mind control, and telepathy), but vs. machines. But how to actually go about statting that up? Datalink (with the Machine Control alternate effect) covers much of it -- talking to machines, as well as controlling standard (i.e., object) machines -- but not nearly all. Q1: Datalink is Communication (radio). That means it can be used to broadcast radio (including wifi) transmissions, and thus used to shout at people on communicators, cell phones, their car radio or television, CBs, via Skype, and the like, right? In the case of television, would it be audio only, or audio + video? Q2: How to do "seize control of the machine's mind"? Mind Control is intuitively the way to go, but that wouldn't get androids & 'bots with Immunity to Mental Effects, or 'bots with no Int (Int --- = immune to mental effects). Kenson has said, here, that Datalink itself can be used as an ersatz Mind Control vs. Int-less robotic constructs. (Though here, he later says either Mind Contorl or Datalink + Computers skill would work.) Q3: Related to the above, but different enough to warrant it's own question, is the idea of controlling someone via their battlesuit's systems or cybernetic interfaces. Not Mind Control per se; examples are acts such as "locking a Power Corps member's arms so they can't raise them to blast me," or "telling their suit's boot-jets to not engage," or "have the suit move so they blast their teammates." Controlling their bionic implants, or the suit around them. Would Mind Control (Extra: Conscious [aware of but unable to stop what they're doing, can use non-cyborg/non-suited parts normally]; Flaw: Limited [battlesuit and cyborg systems]) be sufficient for this? (This would also be a fine descriptor for a number of effects, such as Paralysis.) Q4: Concealment with the Limited to Machines Flaw. This makes the Concealment "Limited only to senses with a technological descriptor. This includes ordinary things like cameras and microphones as well as intelligent robots." Would this include someone looking at the concealed being through a battlesuit's sensors? Bionic eyes? Q5: Illusion. UP lists the Phantasms flaw, making the Illusion a mental effect viewable/audible only to beings with an Int of 1+, so they don't show on cameras, microphones, and the like. (I'd assume this also means constructs with an Int of --- cannot see them, since Int --- = immune to mental effect, and Phantasms turns Illusion into a mental effect.) Would it be of an equal value to flip this Flaw, so that the Illusions are only detectable by microphones, cameras and the like (and constructs with an Int of ---), but not living beings with an int of 1+? (Though this gets into the problem of whether it affects a cyborg with bionic eyes and ears.) Q6: Mind Reading. This could be used to "read the logs" of an Intelligent android, but what about a mindless robot (Int --- Construct) or a normal desktop? If you compare it to using Telepathy on someone, you'd need both Datalink to talk to it, and some type of Mind Reading to read "surface thoughts" and to do a "deep probe" (i.e., search for files). Or am I overthinking it, and it's all just Datalink + the Computers skill? Q7: Transform (memories). This could be used to "add, edit, and delete files" from an intelligent android's mind, but what about mindless robots, or a regular desktop or iPod? Would that be another Datalink + computers skill thing? Q8: "Trace Signal" -- tracking down a machine (object, mindless construct, of sapient 'bot) via its radio signals. Could some variant of Telelocation (itself a variant of ESP) be used for this? Or would that just be Super-Senses (radio) with the Extended, Rapid, and Tracking add-ons? EDIT: And for the cases where a Computer skill check would be used, what would the DCs be? An opposed Computer skill check vs. the target's own Computer check or Will save? (AvengerAssembled's Citizen and Electra's Miss Americana have similar abilities, and we have several others -- like Dragonfly and Ironclad, and Midnight and my namesake character via Gadgets -- with Datalink, so this thread should be useful for them, too.)

No, I moved my sample APs for Dok's Enhanced Int, Quickness, and his Force Field so it's just in his News thread. His sample Gadget configurations, I have both on his char sheet and in his news thread. Please list five sample configurations.

Improvised Materials? I believe you mean Improvised Tools. She has a VP, so I would like to see a few examples of that sorts of things she'd use it for. My one reservation is this Complication 1) that should be "due to making an attack," and 2) "gets an HP when making an attack while cloaked, which causes her to uncloak" (i.e., the Passive Flaw for Concealment, but taken as a Complication) is okay. "Gets an HP when hit in combat while cloaked" is not.

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"Guess that leaves th' mechanics' pit fer me an' Mutt here," the multi-layered Zombie said, patting the space beside him. "C'mon, boy, let's git down there." A large, panting mastiff faded into view. "Ruff?" "Yeah, I'm sure it'll be rough in there, boy. Probably lots'a debris an' junk an' whatnot." He looked up at Push and the others, "give us a chance t'clear any jagged metal bits an' rusty nails away 'fore y'all come down. Don't need any'a y'all gettin' lockjaw!" Ain't pickin' up no bad juju here, no restless spirits here, so that's good. 'Course, since Papa Ghede left me, mah own mojo's been lots weaker, my senses dulled, so there could be somethin' here I'm missin'. Eh, I'm sure if there is anythin', it'll pop up soon enough.

"'Yes' to the first part, 'not quite' on the second," he replied to Mona, chuckling. "The design was- ah, Senator Menendez, Mrs. Menendez! So good to see you again! How are Alicia and Robert?" What seemed like an eternity (even without reflexively slipping in and out of mental super-speed) passed, and the two heroes broke off from the Senator and his wife, with promises of tours of ArcheTech and viewings of Mona's sculptures. "The design of ArcheStern," he said, getting back to their previous topic of discussion, "was entirely mine. I oversaw the construction, but much of it was actually carried out assorted robotic drones, of my design and construction. Daedalus and Dark Star were kind enough to help; Dark Star even provided some alien crystals to serve as components for the communications system. Particularly effective at channeling radiowave frequency energies. Said they were something the natives of some backwater planet showered him with, in return for having saved their planet or somesuch." He nodded at a passing gentleman in a tuxedo, who had a woman on either arm, then tuned right back to face Mona, "the biggest part, though, was getting the UN to agree to it, a task for which I owe Ace Danger a great deal. I- hunh..." Archeville's face fell but only for a microsecond. He looked up at her, and 'hopped' up to give a peck on her cheek, "ready to talk to more people? Or are you ready to go?"

That easily hits, dead center of mass, but to no effect.

I'll allow it!

Limos, while your heart was in the right place, the only people who should be posting here are Refs and the player who made the char.

Well, a few things: 1) Breakdown knows her illusions affect all senses, so tremorsense wouldn't really help him, it'd just give him another senses through which her Illusions can affect/attack him; 2) Breakdown's already saved against her Illusion, so he won't need to make more saves against it. And in keeping with the "this is where BD learns he can't do it all himself" thing you brought up earlier, I'm not allowing that Affects Insub on the blast.

"Ho ho ho!," echoed a familiar voice from the chimney. A pinpoint of light popped out from within, and floated gently to the front of the fireplace. The pinpoint rapidly expanded to a jolly bearded man in a red suit with white fur trim, black leather boots, gloves and belt, a full blonde beard reaching down to the middle of his chest, and a bulging sack slung over one shoulder. "Frohe Weihnachten!," SantArcheville proclaimed, "Merry Christmas!" Viktor Archeville did love celebrating Christmas, largely because he had never gotten to do so much while growing up. So he went overboard now, when he had the resources to do so, both in the general sense (with numerous donations to local orphanages to make sure their charges had a merry time) and on a more personal level, with those he counted as his friends. Two nights before, on the 23rd, Viktor Archeville had overseen ArcheTech's First Annual Winter Festival Party. (He had ultimately chosen to go with the more generic name to be PC, and to not offend certain people whom his grandfather had done egregious harm to.) It was a memorable event, with an assortment of catered treats, a small live orchestra providing classical music, much alcohol (and alcohol-fueled hook-ups in assorted offices), and -- to the relief of all -- no criminal interruptions. The 24th had been spent finishing his preparations for today's party with the Interceptors, as well as cooking a huge assortment of foods served during traditional German Christmas dinners: roast goose, roast carp, and Weißwurst (a sausage made from very finely minced veal and flavored with cardamom, ginger, lemon, mace, onions, and parsley), and numerous side dishes such as Brussels sprouts, kale, macaroni salad, roast potatoes, and red cabbage. Of course there were almost an equal number of desserts, including Dominostein (tiny squares of a layered gingerbread, sour cherry or apricot jelly, and a top layer of marzipan, all coated in either milk or dark chocolate), Lebkuchen (a type of soft gingerbread, some round with almonds and powdered sugar on top, some in the shape of horses with fanciful colored icing), Pfeffernüsse (small, round, hard, spicy biscuits, some made with ground almonds and some with ground walnuts, and covered with powdered sugar), Springerle (anise-flavored, leavened biscuits with Medieval German knights and ladies embossed on them while the dough was rolled and cut), Spritzgebäck (a crisp, dry, fragile, buttery pastry), an assortment of Stollen (sugar-dusted fruitcakes), Vanillekipferl (crescent-shaped biscuits made with ground almonds or hazelnuts, flavored with vanilla, and given a heavy dusting of powdered and superfine sugar), and an assortment of rum-soaked berries, cherries, plums, and apricots, for serving with ice cream, waffles, or by themselves. And, oh yes, Eierpunsch, German eggnog. But he wasn't sure what the food arrangements for the party with the Interceptors would be -- communications between them and him were still a bit chaotic at times -- so rather than figure some way to haul it all with him, he left it ready-to-serve in his Hanover home's kitchen, and moved one of the teleport portal generators to his dining room for easy access. Besides, he already had one large sack of presents to carry! He sniffed the air, "ah, is that Chinese food I smell? Did you get any crab rangoon? Or eggrolls? Maybe we will not need the feast I prepared after all!"

"One moment, please," Protectron intoned. It turned its head towards the receptionist's desk, And trod towards it on clanking metal feet. "Friend-Doctor de Havilland," it intoned through The Lab's communications system, "there is a Samael Nitorvich here to see you. He says he has an appointment. Shall I escort him to your laboratory, or will you come down to meet him?"

Hey, that's that armored gal from the tussle with that fear-demon last month. Hope she ain't suffered no lastin' damage from it. "Man, don't go jinxin' it like that!," the many-coated Dead Head yelled back. He set his sights square on the remaining 'Demon-Dog,' and charged full-bore, swinging his shovel in a high arc and bringing it crashing down upon the beast's head. "Bad enough these things is meltin'; who knows what the gunk'll do ta folks?" From under his many layers, the Revenant's eyes went wide, and he turned to any stragglers who were gawking at the fight. "Git back, ya durned fools!" "My name is Mutt!," the odd red-eyed Mastiff proudly exclaimed to Cannonade. "Does Helmet-Man need help getting up?"

To be clear, this is open to anyone associated with The Lab (Dragonfly, Ironclad, Miss Americana, and Supercape; Protectron's semi-associated as I plan to have him be mostly involved in Rav & Quote's new tech team), not just Gossamer and Atlas, yes?

Second verse, same as the first: DH goes for the Big Nasty Dog. Move Action: Draw Shovel from holster at back. Standard Action: Dead Head charges towards Hound Charging (-2 Defense, +2 Attack), All Out Attack (free version; -2 Defense, +2 Attack), Power Attack (-5 Attack, +5 Damage); total modifiers -4 Defense, -1 Attack, +5 Damage. DC 30 Toughness if it hits. (1d20+11=28) Free Action: Yell at any stragglers and lookie loos to skeedaddle. Mutt continues looking after the still-prone Cannonade.

Archeville was, in fact, blushing slightly. "I am happy to hear I have been a role model for others, gotten others interested in science. Inspiring others to pursue -- and responsibly use -- science and technology is one of the main purposes driving all I do. Of course, my other drive," he clicked off the holographic display of Jessica's records, but remained in his chair, "is stopping all those who would abuse science and technology, use it for wholly selfish or otherwise evil reasons." He flashed a little smile, then turned to the spot where the door had been, then back to Jessica. "Are you still studying at Hanover? I know how difficult it can be, juggling the responsibilities of both schoolwork and the unique rigors of being a superhero, but it can be done! And I know that you are smart enough to do so." He glanced over at the sink and cabinets, then back to her, "I do not have the equipment here needed for the blood and spinal fluid extraction, though I can bring them here. Before doing the spinal tap, though, I would suggest we do the scans of your brain under varying levels of radiowave exposure. And, no," he waved a hand, "none of these tests are anything I would need to get your parents consent on."

Atlas heard the stomping of metal feet on the uncarpeted lobby floor, and turned to see some sort of mechanical man approaching. Its body was gold, with silvery chrome power cables snaking up and down its limbs and torso like exposed musculature. Crystal lenses adorned the forehead, shoulderpieces, and chest, and its head had two large, flat superstructures projecting from either side. Its visual sensors glowed greenish-yellow. "Greetings, human," it said in a clear and easy to understand, precise and electronic-sounding voice, with relatively little inflection and no accent. "I am Protectron. How are you? Do you require assistance?"

Archeville smiled, "While ArcheTech has made some impressive strides in the fields of prostheses," he said, chuckling slightly, "I would hate to think there are people intentionally maiming themselves to get them!" "Now, I will warn you," he continued, sitting in the stool opposite her, "some of these tests will be painful, though I shall do my best to minimize any discomfort. In addition to blood, we will need to extract a small amount of spinal fluid. Also, I would like to run some real-time scans of your brain while exposed to differing levels of radiowave stimuli, and while interfaced with an assortment of devices, so we can track exactly how your brain is reacting to and interpreting these signals." "There is also the matter of consent, as your medical records," an adjustment of the techno-wand shifted the holographic display to one of Jessica's info from Freedom Medical, "indicate you are not yet eighteen. Though existing state and federal laws do not require medical professionals to inform the parents or guardians of any metahuman abilities discovered in their children, we are allowed to tell them. More importantly, treatments: depending on what treatments, if any, you receive here, I would be required to inform them. Will this be a problem?"

"Ah, a comic book artist?!" he repeated, his face lighting up. "Ah, I have often wanted to meet someone in that industry! Have you done anything famous? Ah, no, no," he waved one hand, "if telling me would compromise your secret identity, you are under no obligation to tell me!" "It... can function as a camera, yes," he said, grinning. He held the gadget out so Powerhouse could get a good look at it, though if he reached out to touch it the Doktor pulled it away. "It is packed with tools and sensors, and can project and manipulate a wide spectrum of energies! An invaluable gadget in my pursuit of science... and justice!" "I will be happy to take these to them for you," the Doktor replied, still smiling. But then the smile faded -- just slightly -- and he took a more concerned expression, "Besides, I do not think you would want to answer the questions they would ask those restraints on your neck, wrists, waist and ankles...."

This sounds awesome!

"I appreciate your offers," it said, "and I do understand the need for security and verification; no offense is taken." "Friend Dragonfly, Friend Americana," it said, making ever-so-slight whirring noises as it turned to address the two superheroines, "may we go to this Lab now? There is much I should like to study."

Archeville returned Lynn's hug, smiling, "what, this little thing? Oh, it is just something whipped up by a thankful Deutschlander. You would be surprised how often fashion shows are interrupted by robbers or would-be kidnappers!" "And look at you! For something glamoured up form one still magazine photo, that is remarkable craftsmanship! He had given all the Interceptors who had been invited the card for a noted tailor in the city -- Archeville knew a lot of people -- but he never found out if any of them actually took up the offer. He nodded and waved to Carson. He had no idea who he was, and made a mental note to rectify that oversight at some point during the reception. He nodded against at Jack -- he still wasn't sure how the vampire felt about him after the unfortunate incident at his house four months ago -- but knelt slightly and waved and made faces at Jack. Jr. He smiled at Mark while shaking his hand, "Hello, Mister Lucas! Are you here as a friend of the bride, or groom? Or both?" Archeville did not know that he had, in fact, met the young man before, during one of Young Freedom's transdimensional adventures! He chuckled back at Tarrant's words, and patted him on the shoulder. "Not yet, sorry. In most cases, the hardest part of developing new technology is not in coming up with viable theories or constructing the prototype, it is making a product that is affordable, and easy and intuitive to use, by the general public! Ah, Doktor Viktor Archeville," he offered his hand to shake, "and you are?" He nodded to Trevor; the teen looked familiar, but he couldn't place him. Taylor's words reminded him he was not just a guest here, "ah! I suppose I should be helping Derrick with any last-minute tasks, too!" He gave Mona another peck on the cheek, then dashed inside.