Dr Archeville

Ace Danger -- Avenger -- Belphegor -- Breakdown -- Captain Knievel -- Fleur de Joie -- Geckoman -- Grimalkin -- Malice -- Phalanx -- Pompadour -- Psyche (duet w/ Wander) -- ?do=embed' frameborder='0' data-embedContent> Vestige -- Wander (duet w/ Psyche) -- ?do=embed' frameborder='0' data-embedContent> EDIT 01: In we offered folks a chance to revisit this Vignette idea. We got four new entries. Doktor Archeville (alternate universe) -- Dragonfly -- Nick Cimitiere -- Push -- EDIT 02: In we made the same offer, and got one new entry. Gabriel -- "Songs & Revealtions" (link broken)

Even in summertime, the Claremont Academy kept its students pretty busy, so it was the rare afternoon when Erin and Alex ended up in their dorm room together before bedtime. This was one of those days, though, when someone’s mucked-up powers training meant the gym and the library were both closed for a few hours for repairs. As Alex came into the room with her ever-present bag of books, she found Erin cross-legged on the floor near the bed, idly winding up her music box and watching the plastic Disney Princess spin in place to the tinkling music. Erin nodded to her in greeting, but seemed lost in thought. Alex set down her bag and opened her mouth to say something, when suddenly a weird urge seemed to possess her. Instead of the greeting she’d intended, instead a song began pouring from her mouth. (To the tune of Love Story, by Taylor Swift) “We were both young when I first saw you Crackers and alphabet blocks I'm standing there In a circle of platic chairs See the light See the party, the people I see you make your way from the crowd Please don't go, don't you know That you're my Romeo, you were throwing pebbles But you can't see I'm your Juliette And I was crying on your jacket Begging you please don't go, and I said Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say yes So I help with homework, just to see you I keep quiet 'cause I'd die if you knew I close my eyes And I dream for a little while†Erin stared at Alex while she was singing, startled for a minute at the outburst of song. Somehow this sounded a little more personal than just a song from the radio. Then the music from her music box seemed to get louder, more insistent, and in a moment she was singing along with the dreamy, romantic tune. She never sang in public, and she wasn’t a great singer, but that wasn’t stopping her right now. (To the tune of So This is Love, from Disney’s Cinderella) “And here I am So far away Inside a world that never can be mine Sometimes I feel It isn't real But everyone around me thinks it's fine Easy for them, They'll never know Sometimes I hate them so Don't understand that life is just a sham And here I am…†As Erin started singing, the adagio of her song threaded through the upbeat allegro of Alex’s, creating a weird sort of duet. Their eyes met as both of them realized the complete oddity of the situation, but neither could stop. Something more powerful than either of them was directing this concert. Alex leaned against the edge of the desk and just kept singing. “You're my Romeo; I'm just your best friend You still can't see I'm your Juliette But you are everything to me I was begging you please don't go and I said Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say yes Romeo, save me, I can't help how I feel Its so painful, I know its real Without you, I can't make it out of this mess Its a love story, baby, just say yes Oh, oh I get tired of waiting, Wondering if you are ever coming 'round My faith in you is fading I've got to find the courage to stand and say, Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone I keep waiting for you but you never know Is this in my head? I don't know what to do I don't think I'm more than a friend to you Don't worry, I'll be with you You'll never have to be alone I love you and that's all I really know I'll always give your friendship my best Its a love story, baby, just say yes†Erin slammed the music box shut when it reached the end of another repetition of its song, as though that might stop the urge to sing along. Instead, it just meant she was singing a capella for the next verse. “I wish I knew What’s coming next And if I’ll ever find myself a home Will someone care If I’m not there Or is this just a struggle on my own? No one to ask, No way to know Sometimes I hate them so Don’t think I can get with their program And here I am…†Abruptly, the impulse to sing trailed off, as though someone had shut a faucet. The room went completely quiet, leaving the two girls staring at each other.

The two thugs in the Riverside alleyway bust open the handbags they'd snatched over the evening. “That's gotta be over 300 bucks, Bill!†crowed one of them, stuffing the cash into his pockets. “Yeah, keep it down!†hissed the other, “You know how them supers are always crawling about, George. I'm sure I heard something overhead.†“Damn right you did,†came a voice from above. The two thugs glanced up to see a green airship floating above them with a wiry-looking kid in a green costume sliding down the rope suspended from the bottom. “Hand it over and you fellas won't have to go to hospital before I cart you off to the cops.†“Hah!†laughed George, pulling out a gun and pointing it at the teen, “No kid like you could get toys like that, unless you stole them. You're just as bad as us.†Geckoman nonchalantly walked towards the thug. “Well, now that you mention it... wait, do you hear music... oh no, I saw this on the news. People start singing and tell uncomfortable truths...†George started looking unnerved, shaking the gun aggressively. “What are you talking about you utter moron!?†To the tune of 'Misery Business' by Paramore “I'm in the business of superin', Let's take it from the top. I've got an airship and some zappers and can run right up the walls You can just shoot me now, it'll heal back real fast, Then I'll shoot you in the chest and I'll have a blast! I used to be some kid, I walked round town alone, Saw some warehouse, claimed its contents for my own Few minutes, made impact with hill, I've got gecko powers now, So I wear the biggest smile! Whoa, I never meant to brag But, I heal fast and I run up walls, Whoa, it was never my intention to steal But I think I'm gonna keep it for now. 'Cos man does it feel so good, Cause I could fly 'round the world right now. And if you could then you know you would. 'Cos man it just feels so, It just feels so good. Second chances they all really matter, people need to change. Once a thief but could be more, if I atone that'll change. So I'll go catch crooks, that's what I'm doing now you see? I'm sorry dude, but he's knocked out, cos he tried to shoot me! Well there's a thousand other crooks who do it just like you. Running up alleyways to hide from guess who? They steal and what they steal is petty 'less you take a risk. Well I guess I did, guess I did, guess I did! Whoa, I never meant to brag But, I heal fast and I run up walls, Whoa, it was never my intention to steal But I think I'm gonna keep it for now. 'Cos man does it feel so good, Cause I could fly 'round the world right now. And if you could then you know you would. 'Cos man it just feels so, It just feels so good. But my ship's so. My ship's so damn good. I flied 'round and I saved good folks But you'll compare my theft to you But those folks all thanked me, it's true Not one of them's comparing! Well, I never mean to brag, but I think the stuff's better used here! Whoa, I never meant to brag But, I heal fast and I run up walls, Whoa, it was never my intention to steal But I think I'm gonna keep it for now. 'Cos man does it feel so good, Cause I could fly 'round the world right now. And if you could then you know you would. 'Cos man it just feels so, It just feels so good." Geckoman kicked Billy's cowering and bemused form into a bin and upper-cutted him with his power knuckles. “Stupid confession song. Nobody's allowed to know I stole my ship!†He stopped and mused for a second. “Although I can sing. I'll be humming that tune all day now.†He turned and went to drag these two crooks off to the cops. Humming as he went.

In the middle of one of his DJ nights at the Millennium, Eddie suddenly feels the urge to break out in song. In front of a crowd full of people, he leaps over the DJ table, self-projecting the music to Sublime's "What I Got" And putting his own words too it. His song is a little bit of a confession about how he knows he's not the best hero around, and he isn't that confident about his abilities, but he doesn't let it get him down, because his music encourages him. The song is as follows: What I got – Breakdown – June Vingette Early in the morning, risin' to the street Start me up that iPOD and I strap shoes on my feet Got to find a reason, a reason ta’do what I want Got to find a reason why I should be a hero I got a Jazz record, and I can still fly high Wish I could play the guitar like a *explitive deleted* riot Life is too short, so use the stuff you got 'Cause you might get run over or you might get shot Never start no static, I just get it off my chest Never had to battle with none’ma powers yet Take a small example, take a tip from me Take all of your money, use it to make music free! Music’s what I got, it's within my reach Yeah, and the Breakdown style's still straight from FC! Rhythm comes back to you, you'll fin’ly get the beats you deserve Try and test me, you're bound to get served Music’s what I got, don't start a riot You'll feel it when the dance gets hot Music’s what I got, I said remember that Music’s what I got, I remember that Music’s what I got, I said remember that Music’s what I got Why I don't get nervous ‘bout screwin stuff up I don't get mad at the villains I have to drop I don't get upset, I don’t wanna stop I’m not confident, I just wanna rock! Jamin’ and fightin', it's all the same Livin' with my muic’s the only way to stay sane Let the Music, let the Music come back to me 'Cause Music’s what I got, I said remember that Music’s what I got, I remember that Music’s what I got, I said remember that Music’s what I got, I got, I got, I got

note: This is sung to the tune of Iced Earth's "Ghosts of Freedom" Lonely Point, the most isolated point of land in Freedom City, is deserted this afternoon but not for long. A door appears from nowhere as The Vestige enters this reality from dimensions unknown. He is suddenly taken with a mixture of grief and rage as he is suddenly hit by The Maestro's melody. He breaks off into song with a deep, melodic voice laced with anger and grief. "Every time I think about it. It tears me up inside. I cursed the day the news had reached me. My homeland died. Now I'm always searching. Searching for anything that remains. But they are always with me By my side, they're my guiding light." As The Forgotten One sings, spirits of comrades long dead appear and begin to surround him. "Here they stand right in front of me. Here I am in the midst of my peers. I will fight, in honor of their dreams. I'm the last Living one it seems. Every time I go to sleep I see you all, my heart does weep. It doesn't matter, it doesn't numb the pain. You see I watch all these fighting men. They sicken me yet again. They're just pretenders, to all of our dreams. Here I stand on a great divide. I'll decide. Should they live? Should they die? Here's my choice! I condemn them to death! Let them have one last final breath. Now tis' the eve And I feel the tide. The time has come for all to die. Soon another New age will dawn. The time has come. The plans are set. I enter now with no regrets. I will make the whole world Fall on their knees!!! Here they are watching all my deeds. Ev'ry act, a testament to our dreams. Now it's time, let my vengeance be true.. Soon they'll be Dust beneath my heels." These ghosts try to respond and reason with him but he ignores them. As they speak, the waves crash below in time with their words as if the waves speak with them. (Just leave them be...be with us now) (Just leave them be...be with us now) "To my fallen brothers!!!" (Just leave them be...) "You died while I was freed!!!" (...be with us now) "I cannot do that now!!!" (Just leave them be...) "They stain our mighty name!!!" (...be with us now) (Just leave them be...be with us now...) Finally, The Vestige drops down on his knees and covers his face and mask with his hands as he begins to weep. He is alone with not even the ghosts of his fellow Atlanteans behind to comfort him.

Done to "Shiver my Timbers," from Muppet Treasure Island. Eric was running late, an oddity for him. He had gotten tied up at work, and had to practically fight his way out the door. As he stopped at a red light, he was suddenly over come with a most strange sensation. Emotions were just welling up with in, almost to the point of bursting. He had to do something to let them out, he had to... sing? As the light turned green, Eric broke into song. Sorry dear father, for what I stole What have I done It's a stain on my very mortal soul What have I done And I hunted them and my blows did ring true A man's righteous throw-down and a gut-less coup Had I known the shame would break all I hold- I let all my desire cloud my moral code Sorry dear father, for all the lies What have I done What I took from you, was no simple prize What have done All these simpering fools blame my crimes on rage The police all want to throw me in a cage But they don't know the worst, my soul does ache My dear father sorry, but the will was fake The will was fake The will was fake It's true dearest dad Need moar dakka, need moar dakka - I've got to fight Killing metas, fighting them, but I'm in the right Need moar dakka, need moar dakka - Don't tell me what's fair When there's Victor in the ground there's murder in the air Murder in the air I will fight back Sorry dear father, a bit too late What have I done The stocks stolen, on my conscious, what a weight What have I done What shall become of my dear mother this day? I've done too much, 'sorry' won't go a long way And when rage an righteouness become one The tales of one man, a war to be won Sorry dear Victor, sorry dear Heather I'll make it better Eyes welling with tears, Eric pulled into the drive way. Inside his mother was waiting fr his arrival for their dinner. On the sidewalk, Eric decided he would tell her the truth, here and now. As he reached for the door, the house became engulfed in flame. He could only stand agast before the house, and everything was blown to timbers. As the flmaes washed over his body, Eric sat bolt upright in bed, a cold sweat dripping from every inch of his body. "Just a dream." But as he grabbed his side he noticed the weight gone from his shoulder, where his arm once hang. "Not all of it." he added grimly. Eric sat there for a few more moments, with his mind in a haze. Finally, he muttered "I'm sorry." softly to the empty room, and rolled over hoping for a sleep he knew full well wouldn't come.

Location: Curious Things, Jos Terhune's antiques shoppe in Riverside. Inside are Adam Mears, Tom Wells, and Danny Levinson (better known as Fox, Vulture, and Shark) and Jos Terhune. The Trio are huddled together in one section, near a table of various knick-knacks, while Terhune sits at the counter, reading over the newspaper. (Note: this is taking place in late June 2009, many months after their run-in with some heroes in Riverside and their run-in with some other heroes at the Waterfront, which occurred in Sep 2008.) (Song is to the tune of "Be Prepared" from The Lion King) Adam: I don't think you two deserve this. {He dangles a set of storage locker keys in front of them} I practically gift-wrapped that Mind-Witch for you, and you couldn't even dispose of her! Tom: Well, ya know... it wasn't exactly like she was alone. Remember, it was that grim, dark Avenger who destroyed our suits. (Terhune lowers his newspaper and leans a bit closer.} Danny: Yeah. What are we supposed to do-- {swallows nervously} kill Scarab and Avenger? {Terhune speaks up.} Terhune: Precisely. {The Trio pause from their discussion and look over to Terhune questioningly.} Terhune:{spoken} I never thought souls were essential. They're crude and unspeakably plain. But maybe they've a glimmer of potential If alloyed to hellfire and pain. {Three-top flutter to coincide with Terune's long strides towards the Trio.} {Terhune walks calmly through sheets of flame and gas which are now shooting up from the floorboards of his shoppe} {Terhune paces slowly around Danny, who is nervously fiddling with a small bone wand.} Terhune: {Full song} I know that your powers of retention Are as wet as a Deep One's backside But thick as you are, pay attention I'm talking 'bout Lust, Wrath, and Pride {On 'Pay attention', Terhune angrily swats the bone away; Danny comes to abrupt attention} Terhune: It's clear from your guarded expressions You know my Deal comes from "Downstairs" {on "downstairs" Terhune makes an air quote gesture; Danny makes the Sign of the Horns, and Terhune winks} Terhune: But we're talking power! Possession! Even you can't be caught unawares {Adam & Tom are standing slack-jawed behind him; on "you," Terhune turns and leaps at them, throwing them backward onto a pair of chairs, which then animate like bucking broncos, throwing the two men into the air and crashing behind an aisle.} {In the next verse, Terhune is strutting theatrically up some small crates onto and then down the length of a long display case.} Terhune: So prepare for a deal of a lifetime Be prepared for sin-sational news A shining dark era Is creep-crawling nearer Adam: And how do we fit in? Terhune: {Grabbing Adam's cheek} Just shut up and listen {Adam rubs his cheek, which is now bruised red} Terhune: I know it sounds sordid But you'll be rewarded When at last I am given my dues Make a deal and you'll meet all your goals Sell your souls! {Terhune leaps up beside Danny, who is again messing with the bone wand, and here kicks him away from the display case} {The Trio crash into two aisles which fall in on them, submerging them in bric-a-brac; they reappear, each with a different horned skull on his head.} {Spoken} Adam: Yeah, make a deal. Yeah-heh... we'll make a deal, heh. ...For what? Terune: For the death of Avenger. Tom: Why? Is he sick? {Terhune grabs Tom by the throat} Terhune: No, fool - we're going to kill him. Scarab too. {Dropping Tom back onto the floor} Tom: Great idea! We'll rush in and overpower 'em! Tom (and then Danny): {Sing-song voices, dancing around Adam} Zerg Rug! Zerg Rush! Mua-ha-ha-ha-haa-haa! Terhune: Idiots! There will be no rushing! Danny: Hey, but you said, uh... Terhune: Plan out these things! ...Stick with me {triumphant, toothy grin}, and you'll never see prison again! Tom and Danny: Yaay! All right! Hail, our Dark Lord! {Camera reveals hundreds of imps in the shadows, ranging in size from horsefly to housecat, popping up from between and out of the antiques.} Trio & Imps: Hail, our Dark Lord! Hail, our Dark Lord! {Full song again} { Terhune's army of imps is goose-stepping across the floor of the shoppe, now stylized into a Nazi-esque quadrangle. Terhune sits upon a rock throne set atop his counter.} Imps: {In tight, crisp phrasing and diction} It's great that we'll soon be connected. With a fiend who'll tolle Inferni. Terhune: Of course, quid pro quo, you're expected To do a few small deeds for me {Motions a slice across the neck} Terhune: The future is littered with prizes And though I'm the main addressee The point that I must emphasize is You won't get revenge without me! {Leaps off his rock throne, hulking out into his Demonic Form, to single out one hapless imp in front of the Trio; that imp slips and falls into a fiery crack in the floorboards} {Throughout the next verse, the entire horde of imps joins in dancing boisterously, leaping along the tops of rock pillars that are bursting forth from beneath the shoppe & through to the second floor above, shaking animal & human skeletons in the light, one playing a rib cage/xylophone.} {The parenthetical parts are the imps' counterpoint singing} Belphegor: So prepare for the deal of the century (Oooh!) Be prepared to be ranked 'mongst the damned (Oooh... Damn! Damn Damn!) {rear ends punctuating} Meticulous planning (You'll have might!) Tenacity spanning (Might makes right!) Decades of torment (Say again) Have honed my intent (Pow'r of Sin) Be Fiend undiluted (Aaaaaaah...) Fear, envied, saluted (...aaaaaaah...) And seen as Hell's Great Artisan (...aaaaaaah!) Make a deal and you'll meet all your goals (Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo) Sell your souls! All (Even Danny): Make a deal and we'll all meet our goals - Sell our souls! {Close with a fill-in and a fade-out. Belphegor and the Trio are laughing evilly, then kneel before the demo. Drum roll rises to a crash.} Note: "tolle Inferni" is Latin for "raise Hell"

(This little scene take place in May the week before Memorial Day [making Grimalkin the very first victim of the effect!], on a largely deserted street in Riverside; the tune is original, and I’m hoping to have my sisters record it as a duet.) Sometimes when he touched her, she’d melt beneath his fingertips, but other times she flinched like a whipped dog. He thought he’d drown in her eyes like pools of dark brown coffee, except those days when all he saw was ice and fear. He finally decided to ask her about it on a warm spring night in Riverside after a movie, when her mood was light as cotton candy, and a street corner combo played guitar, pedal steel and fiddle. For a while she was quiet as she stared down at the sidewalk between her toes, and then she began to sing. Long Train to Nowhere (Grimalkin’s Song) When I was growing up back in New Jersey I always dreamed of heading out West Stuck out in a trailer My daddy was a failure And Momma never gave him a rest But I thought if I could make it to the railroad I could leave that sadness far behind I was riding the long train to nowhere Hoping and praying I was not found There’s a thousand miles between me and you But somehow it still feels like you’re around I met you in a camp outside Altoona You held me at night when it got cold To you, it wasn’t much But I shivered at your touch Remember I was just fifteen years old So we lived from train to train out on the railroad A freedom that I thought I’d never find Yes we’re riding the long train to nowhere Hoping and praying we don’t get found There’s a thousand miles between me and you But somehow it still feels like you’re around Then somehow it all changed out in Montana You tried to take something I could not give My back against the wall You were twice as tall And I found out just what I’d do to live Well I thought I would be safe out on the railroad But the strangers that you meet aren’t always kind So I’m riding the long train to nowhere Hoping and praying I don’t get found There’s a thousand miles between me and you But somehow it still feels like you’re around Now I find myself back in New Jersey And I see you in the eyes of every man It’s the price I’ve had to pay Never give my heart away I might dance, but lonely I will stand You can try to hide yourself out on the railroad But you can’t run away from your own mind I’m still riding the long train to nowhere Hoping and praying I don’t get found It’s a thousand lonely miles back to your grave But somehow it still feels like you’re around

The warden threw a party in the county jail. The prison band was there and they began to wail. The band was jumpin’ and the joint began to swing. You should’ve heard those knocked out jailbirds sing. Let’s rock, everybody, let’s rock. Everybody in the whole cell block Was dancin’ to the jailhouse rock. Dead Head played the tenor saxophone, Shadow Minion was blowin on the slide trombone. The Drummer Boy from illinois went crash, boom, bang, The whole rhythm section was the Mutant Mob. Let’s rock, everybody, let’s rock. Everybody in the whole cell block Was dancin’ to the jailhouse rock. They’ll never guess, but I really did do it! (They can’t prove a thing they got on me, oh yea! I ain’t crazy. I ain’t clinical, no way! Come on and do the jailhouse rock with me. Lets rock, everybody, lets rock. Everybody in the whole cell block Was dancin to the jailhouse rock. Kharhotep was a sittin on a block of stone Way over in the corner weepin all alone. The warden said, hey, buddy, dont you be no square. If you cant find a partner use a wooden chair. Lets rock, everybody, lets rock. Everybody in the whole cell block Was dancin to the jailhouse rock. Adam Alpha said to Magni, “For heavens sake,” “Don’t they get it? Man, I seen him get his take!” Bugsy turned to Adam and he said, “Nix nix,” “Don’t you mention that trial or we’ll feel his kicks!”. Lets rock, everybody, lets rock. Everybody in the whole cell block Was dancin to the jailhouse rock. Set this one in the city center Hot Women Rap! (Sung to the Tune of PokeRap) I want to be the best Freedom man! To bed all the women, yeah that's my cause. ALDA, Uma, Zelda, Lindsey Adelle, Bianca, Christie, Kelly Dionne, Elaine, Lady Liberty Hana, Jaida, Kat, Anandi! Bed ‘em, bed ‘em, gotta bed ‘em all, Hot Women! I'll search across the land, bed four at a time, release from my pants the power that's inside. Madalin, Madalaine, Madelyn, Nicky Larisa, Naomi, Mio, Princess Phoebe, Rebecca, Selma, Saffron Tayla, Vicki, Zoie, Steffi! Bed ‘em, bed ‘em, gotta bed ‘em all, Hot Women, Gotta bed ‘em all, Hot Women! Zoie, Fanny, Lilya, Guo Victoria, Yuri, Bailey, Calypso Jamie, Cari, Steph, Charo Noele, Aldea, Mimi, Flo Gotta bed ‘em all, Gotta bed ‘em all, yeah! Gotta bed ‘em all, Gotta bed ‘em all, yeah! Gotta bed ‘em all, Hot Women! Mary, Wynonna, Lara, Miyu Reba, Edith, Lilias, Qiu Arianne, Roxy, Fariah, Marylou Joie, Emma, Jackie, Mao At least 150 or more have done me. To be a Women pleaser is my destiny. Amanda, Lilo, Cherylin, Silke Felicity, Jade, Betsy, Rhiannon Cate, Kate, Cait, Tahnee Wendi, Alexis, Haylee, Abbie! "Woo! We're at the halfway point, doing great so far." "We? What's all this "we" stuff? I'm doing all the hard work!" "Breaktime's over, here we go!" Ulla, Chetana, Suzy, Carry Anita, Jameela, Ildi, Darby Hedwig, Terry, Jess, (The) Raven Candis, Candice, Candyse, Jan! Gotta bed ‘em all, Gotta bed ‘em all, yeah! Gotta bed ‘em all, Gotta bed ‘em all, yeah! Mourine, Lavender, Jaiden, Jewell Violet, Lori, Chansey (Women!) Elizabeth, Liz, Beth, Ling Fifi, Evette, Frea, London! At least 150 or more have boned me. To be a Women pleaser is my destiny. Courtney, Cortnee, Kortney, Achieng Ike, Goldie, Joleen, Euterpe Angel, Cherry, Ishtar Lin, Trecia, Lydia, Kohar "Whoa, catch your breath, girl. Shake out those lips." "It's downhill from here, just 24(minutes) more to go." "Now this position’s tricky so listen real good." Stasya, Zhi, Emilee, Ganine Aimee, Bailey, Cheyenne, Nikephoros Julie, Abi, Ila, Rosine Mandy, Lillian, Wisdom "You almost there?" Gotta bed ‘em all, Gotta bed ‘em all, yeah! Gotta bed ‘em all, Gotta bed ‘em all, yeah! Gotta bed ‘em all, Hot Women! Lisa, Naila, Tuule Rosita, Sidney, Abigayle Trina, Anke Cassidy, Yoko That's all folks! Bed ‘em, bed ‘em, gotta bed ‘em all, (oowww) Gotta bed ‘em all, Hot Women! Bed ‘em, bed ‘em, gotta bed ‘em all, (oowww) Gotta bed ‘em all, Hot Women! Bed ‘em, bed ‘em, gotta bed ‘em all Gotta bed ‘em all, Hot Women!

It was a pleasant Saturday most of the students were off on the town, hitting up the mall or the beach. Those who remained were lured by the clement weather into the quad and gardens to study or just goof off as the whim of the day took them. Mike winced slightly as he stepped out of the dormitory and began to hurry through the gardens looking for a secluded corner to brood in. He didn't get far however before he started humming quietly to himself, nothing unusual really, he blamed Alex and her Disney marathon of the previous night, he would get one of those incipit songs stuck in his head now. Then he jumped and grasped a low fence running around the zen garden and his voice spilled forth despite his minds protest, ((To the tune of 'Out There' from Disneys Hunchback of Notre Dame)) "I hide in fear of what I know I could become Watching young heroes grow around me Frightened I stand silent and still as a stone They solve mysteries I'll never see Surrounded perhaps but always I'm alone Knowing they could never accept me All my life I wish I could be just for a day Not among them But one of them" Throughout he jumps and whirls completing the stanza with arms outraised to the sky and continues at the top of his lungs, to his horror. "And Up there Flying in the sky Heroes soaring up there And I sit and sigh For I could never Up there Where they answer any scare I can't risk I don't dare Justice given form up there" He alights on one of the statues that were scattered throughout the garden and reaches for the sky as his song continues. "Up there among all of the citys' Heroes saving lives Stopping crimes in battle we rejoice them Ev'ry one of them a power taking to the skys Controlling the danger deep inside them If I just had control I'd be there in an instant" Mike slips loose the bonds of gravity taking a slow turn spiraling up over the gardens as he reaches the crescendo. "Up there Free of all my sins every morning up there extraordinary men I could join them there Fly away and then But I'm not competent With my shame Can't resent Can't lay blame Must repent I don't dare The brave ascent To fly Up there" He completes the song hovering a few feet over the center of the garden in a slow aerial pirouette arms outstretched as the last of the song echoes away. As the final note fades Mike drops like a stone leaving a small dent in the soil of the garden where he impacts and curses under his breath his face a brilliant red. "Great now I'm not only the moody new kid but also a fan of musical theatre." He mumbles under his breath as he leaves the garden at speed to mope in his room hopefully never having to emerge and face any of the witnesses of this humiliation. Perhaps if he had been less self absorbed he would have caught the other songs echoing throughout the campus as it was he merely hurried to his room.

Ace was late to the trustee meeting, not in and of itself unusual but the delay in this case had been due to the full vaudevillian routine of 'Puttin' on the Ritz' he and most of Wading Way had been compelled to partake in on his way to the meeting. Fortunately as he arrived the rest of the board was completing an acapella rendition of Pink Floyds 'Money' and the meeting was quickly voted to be postponed. Ace made a couple calls as he headed to talk in person to the commissioner about what might be going on. It seemed this song and dance act was pretty widespread as he mounted the steps of city hall he felt words swell unbidden to his lips once more. He moved to the music swelling within as he continued up the steps bounding back and forth and posing between stanzas as if in a music video and belting out the lyrics, a fast hard hitting sound that he personally didn't really care for even during its height of popularity. ((To the tune of 'The Kids Aren't Alright' by The Offspring)) "When it began the light was so bright The Whole city was full fire And everyone up and down the street Was terrified my heart skipped a beat The Omegadrone's cracked the sky I said it was too late but he had to try How can one foolish man Stand against such might Lances fire I can't see Searing pain Agony Try so Hard Hard to be A better man Why not me Rex took a chance, to save that kid Drones flew down fast he did all he could The Centurion took his final flight And saved us all from eternal night Had it been me I'd try to hide Saw Rex vaporized So many lost that day Why couldn't it be me Lances fire I can't see Searing pain Agony Try so Hard Hard to be A better man Why not me" He ended the song on his knees before the wide doors of city hall panting heavily. the assembled citizens glanced nervously at him and he quickly brushed himself off and with a grin and tip of his hat headed in to see if there was anything he could do to help with the situation.

Pompadour was behind the wheel of his street rod, headed to The Ink Tank to see his friend Trevor. Suddenly a low-pitched woman's voice moaned out "Oh, I need you soooo bad!" Thoroughly startled, he pulled over to the curb to investigate; the unknown woman continued to express her (presumably carnal) needs. Ah. Cell phone. Generally, his cell made a very subtle tone, but he had programmed an emergency override code for when authorized people needed to get ahold of him. The porn-sounds signified his agent absolutely, positively needed to speak with him instantly. Pompadour decided on the spot that he absolutely, positively needed to change the ring-tone... it seemed funny when he set it, but now that it had been used, oh so inappropriate. "Talk to me Mandy. What's the crisis?" "I don't know! I don't know! Your presence has been requested at Freedom Hall." "Oh my God!" "I know!" "Why?" "I don't know!" "I'm going!" After hanging up his cell, Pompadour quickly dialed his friend Tank, to let him know about the change of plans. "Hey man, I need to cancel on you. Sorry about the last minute thing, but someone wants to talk to me at Freedom Hall." "Oh my God!" "I know!" "Why?" "I don't know!" "You gotta go!" Pompadour put his wheels into gear, and went to see why The Freedom League wanted him. At Freedom Hall, Pompadour did his best to walk with confidence. He had been working on writing some of his own music, lately, and he found that some of the songs he had written were running through his head, and he suppressed an urge to start singing them. Stupid nerves... this is Freedom Hall. Save that for the shower, man... The pleasant looking woman manning the reception desk had a name placard that indicated that her name was Cynthia. "Hello miss. My name is Pompadour, I believe someone is expecting me?" The voice came from behind Pompadour. A voice he recognized. "Yes, Pompadour. Thank you for getting here so quickly." Sheer force of will kept Pomp from dropping to his knees and babbling for mercy. He turned to face Captain Thunder, who reached out to shake his hand, and then gestured for Pompadour to follow him. He did so, doing his best to steady his nerves. He found that he was humming the chorus line for the song he was writing, and dug his fingers into his palm to make himself stop. Captain Thunder lead him to a small meeting room, still on the main floor. He gestured for Pompadour to have a seat, and settled into a chair himself. "Alright, Pompadour. The reason I wanted to see you, was just to do some personal followup on the incident back on the Memorial Day long weekend. Multiple reports indicated that you claimed that the man that attacked that nightclub was me. Although, beyond making that statement to the police who arrived on the scene, you didn't make any public statements. Can you tell me more about this?" "Uh, yes, Captain. The man who attacked the club did look like you, and he said his name was Ray Gardner. He also said his name was Donar, though. I said what I said for the official record, because that's what I saw. I didn't go blabbing it around, because I figured I'd look like a fool... and no one, including me, thinks you run around attacking night clubs." "Now that you're sitting face to face with me, do you still think that the man at Da Bomb looks like me?" Pompadour searched his memories for images of the lightning-lit club, comparing an image of the self-proclaimed Thunder God to the face of Captain Thunder. They were identical. "Yes. Not having seen you in person before, I suppose I wasn't 100% sure. But now that I'm here, I'm sure." Pompadour realized he was tapping his foot against the chair-leg, along to a rhythm in his head, and Captain Thunder was looking at him quizzically... wait, was Captain Thunder tapping the table along to the same rhythm? Did I just see that? Pompadour stilled his tapping by crushing his foot to the floor ruthlessly. "Given your former career as a Super Criminal, there was some muttering among my colleagues that this was some sort of elaborate scheme to discredit the Freedom League. Of course the other strange attacks over the weekend seems to suggest some extra-dimensional power was at work. I just thought I should do you the courtesy of interviewing you before we closed our file on this. Actually, I've heard that you're making strides pursuing a career as a hero and I'm glad to hear it. Did you have anything else you wanted to share with me, or The League?" To his horror, Pompadour found himself propelled out of his chair, with his voice raised in song: You've got great Powers, Well, I think mine are just okay. I used to be a Genius too, But next to you, I'm just a Mook. I really Love your costume, yeah, Maybe I should get one, too, 'Cuz that's what Heroes do, I betcha. So what do you do? Oh yeah, I fight criminals too. I'm not on a Super Squad, But you know I'm pretty new. I've got a gig as a Super Dude, If I put myself on the Map, I can be a Hero that the People will really Love. Cause I like you, Yeah, I like you, And I want to be a Superhero like you, Yeah, I like you, Yeah, I like you, And I feel in my Heart; Whooo! Whoo-hoo hoo-ooooh! So, Until then, I'm really just a fraud. And I'm feeling kinda blah, Yeah, I want it really bad. It's not just what you do, it's what you are. But the real truth is, I'm really afraid of getting smacked down. Cause I like you, Yeah, I like you, And I want to be a Superhero like you, Yeah, I like you, Yeah, I like you, And I feel in my Heart; Whooo! Whoo-hoo hoo-ooooh! I'm getting brave, And I'm feeling super heroic like you, It's just that I've been afraid, 'Cuz Supervillainy is a Scary Thing. It isn't? It is for me. And I like you, Yeah, I like you, 'Cause I want to be a Superhero like you, Yeah, I like you, Yeah, I like you, And I feel in my Heart; Whooo! Whoo-hoo hoo-ooooh! Whoo-hoo hoo-ooooh! Whoo-hoo hoo-ooooh! Whoo-hoo hoo-ooooh! Whoo-hoo hoo-ooooh! Captain Thunder looked... surprised, but applauded politely as he also got to his feet. He opened his mouth to say something, but a look of horror washed over his face, as he realized he was not in control of the words coming out of his mouth! Well I guess it would be nice If you could be a hero. I know not everybody Can be heroic like me. But you've got to think twice Before you try the hero game And I know you're looking for fame But you can wind up maimed. Oh, but you Need some time to show true devotion Time to get your heart into the game And when the crunch comes down You'll put it in motion Well, it takes a strong man, Pompy But you already know the way But I already have faith... Now you've gotta have faith. Faith - uh - Faith - uh - Faith ... ahhhh! Captain Thunder finished his song with a cough, and shook his head. "We will never speak of this," he told Pompadour, as he ushered him towards the exit.

Avenger stood on a balcony in the Boardwalk overlooking a lovely view of the ocean. He wasn't paying attention, though, not when he was dangling a low-level informant for the Russian mafiyah over the edge of the balcony, keeping an iron grip on his ankle, and waiting for the man to talk. Jack tuned out the man's sobs and pleas as he waited for him to break...but as it happened, it was Avenger who broke first. Behind his mask, he began to sing. "Never knew I could feel like this. It's like I've never seen this guy before, I could make him vanish with a kiss Every night eat him more and more." He leaned close and added, his voice gentle and loving, "Listen to my heart, Can you hear it sing? No. There is no life in me, There is no thing! Seasons may change, winter to spring. I'll live now 'till the end of time." The man shrieked incoherently as Avenger nearly dropped him, waving him wildly around in the air in tempo with his sudden jerky lyrics! "No matter what you say, this night is ending my way!" He shook the man violently, making the flab in his cheeks shake like a bowl full of jelly. "Come on and stand your ground! For life, freedom, and man!" His voice went up, and up, echoing off the walls now. "You won't fool the children of Draculya! You won't fool the children of Draculya!" He took another step out, leaping up onto the railing. "My gift is your life..." His voice trailed off for just a moment, but the rhythm of the moment hadn't ended. "I will love life. I will save life. Until my dying day..." He leaned close, his mouth right next to the man's ear. "MY WAY" Only when the madness stopped did a shaken Avenger realize that the mobster had been yelling, "No speaking English! No speaking English!" All in all, maybe it was better that way. Maybe it was better to just let this all be forgotten. EDIT: The tune is from the reprise of "Come What May" from Moulin Rouge.

It was a very busy day at Flowers By Design. A massive wedding the next day meant all hands were on deck, organizing and arranging flowers in the crowded back room. Stesha was crammed cheek by jowl with two other employees as they all put together identical table centerpieces in pink roses and lilies, tucking sprigs of lily of the valley here and there for extra interest and scent. It was boring work, with fifty tables to cover, but exacting enough that there wasn't a lot of unnecessary conversation. On the other side of the room, two more employees and Will, the owner, were putting together the massive altarpiece. Stesha had no idea how they planned to transport it without use of a hacksaw, but it was going to be magnificent. She wished she had a few hundred thousand dollars to drop on a wedding in Freedom City's biggest church. She wished she had a boyfriend at all, come to think of it. But she was awfully busy lately, and hadn't ever really had much luck in that department. She sighed wistfully, bending again to her work. Suddenly, what sounded like a trumpet fanfare blasted through her mind. Before Stesha knew what she was doing, she was up off her stool, surveying the room as though it were the audience of an opera house. And before she could stop herself, she was... singing... "On laundry day we wash our sheets, Scrub them with detergent, I wash mine just once a month Cause I'm still a virgin! Never in a boyfriend's bed Or in his Ford Excursion, Even though I'm 24, I'm still a virgin!" She ended on a triumphal note and then suddenly regained control of her body, while everyone was staring at her. Her face turned beet red. "Um... isn't that the funniest song you ever heard? I saw it. On TV. Last night. I'll be right back." She ran out of the room with little grace, locking herself in the bathroom. What the hell had just happened?

Special thanks to all who participated! Ace Danger Avenger Belphegor Breakdown Captain Knievel Fleur de Joie Geckoman Grimalkin Malice Phalanx Pompadour Psyche (duet w/ Wander) Vestige Wander (duet w/ Psyche) Links to the songs will be forthcoming.

It just seems like a very clunky work-around to me. You could put a Flaw on the Regen (only activates once resurrected, until fully healed).

I'd go with a 1-pp Feature. Breathing CO2 instead of O2 is a 0-pt thing, like for water breathers. The "can produce O2 for other to breathe" is effectively Immunity 1 (CO2-heavy atmospheres; Usable By Other), a 1pp power.

Cue the Sun, Lens Flare, either way my retinas hated it.

Quote's correct, the Notice check I asked for is not for anything Scarab's doing. Arrowhawk's in the courtroom, yes? Notice check, please. Knievel got 20 Ace Danger got 8 Dark Star has 13 Malice has 14 So I'll also need one from Vestige.

Kavos, when would Vulpes next go to visit Jos? Later that Sunday? Monday (the day before the shipment's arrival)? Tuesday, the day of it? Or is he laying low until after the shipment's received and things settle? ;)

Geckoman, [High Note], and Quark. Thursday evening (Sept 25th), 5 days before the Delivery at Pier 18. Liberty Park, Parkside, Downtown Freedom. The moon is a waning crescent, only 15% visible. 64 degrees, 20mph NE winds, and there's a light rain which has been pouring for the past two hours. "Two large crates," he explained, "containing numerous objects d'art from northwestern Europe, as well as tools I use in appraising artwork." He trailed off, "I hope they used enough packing material." Sooner I get my stuff, the better off I'll be. Plus, I want to see these kids in action. The cessation of rain falling caused Terhune to look up, "that... is an impressive airship, Mr. Gecko-Man!"

Full. Of. Win.

The Hanover Home of Doktor Viktor Archeville: Haus von Archeville Location: 1894 Dyson Drive, Hanover (North Freedom), halfway between the Hanover Institute of Technology and the Albright Institute. The houses on either side of my home, and the one behind it, are empty. They've been on the market since shortly after I moved in. I try to be friendly to my neighbors (mostly students of HIT and employees of the Albright Institute), and try to host a cookout at least twice a year (the first one went really well, but the second was crashed by a weird wasp-swarm-thing). Appearance, Exterior: On the outside, my home appears to be just another one of the new two-story housing units which have sprung up all over Hanover. The house itself is a neutral gray color, and all the windows are completely covered in thick drapes. The roof is covered in ultra-efficient solar panels. The yard is surrounded by what looks like a simple wooden whitewashed picket fence, with a mailbox on a post directly behind the fence, sticking out just enough for a mailman to open the box and insert letters without having to even touch the fence. A cobblestone path leads from the front gate (and the sidewalk which passes the house) to the front door. The lawn is well-maintained (my own special blend of Festuca caesia and Festuca rubra), and two large white oak trees in the back yard support a swinging hammock. Eight garden gnome statues -- each stands about a foot and a half tall, with blue shirts and red pointy hats -- flank the cobblestone path. In accordance with popular belief, they really are tiny robots, and they do have surveillance equipment inside them. Contrary to popular belief, they do not have eye-lasers -- they are part of the targeting system for the concealed mailbox- and rain gutter-mounted capturefoam projectors. What appears to be a chimney along one side of the house, and two small satellite dishes on the roof, hold more of my surveillance and sensory equipment. (Foes are likely to target the obvious satellite dishes, but few would think to take out my chimney.) The doors and windows are secured with gravitic locks (similar to magnetic locks, but using gravity). In full lockdown mode, they require my fingerprints and galvanic skin response (via scanners embedded in the doorknob), retinal scan (via scanners in the peep-holes), voiceprint (picked up by sound sensors spread all over the building itself), and thought-scan (using hyper-advanced MRIs to map parts of the brain and searching for specific regions of activity triggered when I think certain thoughts) to open, though most interior doors are set to either fingerprint & galvanic or voice keys. There are more than a few 'backdoors' into the security system (DC 30 Disable Device to bypass), which I knows of but has yet to patch, in case I get trapped (or goes completely mad and seals myself up) inside my home. Appearance, Interior: The inside of the house is far bigger than the outside dimensions would allow (approximately 16x bigger), due to a tesseract generator incorporated into the buildings' structure. (This is why thick drapes block all the windows: looking inside is a very disorienting experience, as you would see everything on that floor 'smooshed together' and because it twists like a unicorn's horn. Most rooms contain windows that can look out, though this is due to gravity lens periscope-like effect.) Tesseract generators within the interior 'pocket dimension' itself make it such that if the buildings generators are shut off, the interior would exist as a pocket dimension with no way out, rather than simply collapsing into nothing; the house itself would be an empty two-story house with an attic and a basement/root cellar. Stepping through the door to the ground floor lands a visitor in a nicely decorated foyer, with beautifully stained wood paneling along the walls and a tiled floor depicting an odd mandala-like design (a gift from Dr. Sunayani Singh, a talented and lovely Hindi geneticist). Three hallways lead off from the entryway, left, right, and straight ahead. A sparkling crystal chandelier (made of antidefenestritie, a glass-like substance I created that deforms like soft plastic rather than shattering on impact) hangs from the ceiling. A closet between the left and middle hallways houses a robot recharging station, and a closet between the middle and right hallways is a simple coat closet. The left hallway leads to the kitchen, formal dining room, and parlor, as well as stairs going down to the basement and sub-basements. The middle hallway leads to a formal sitting room and the back door, as well as cargo elevators that goes to all levels. The right hallways leads to an art gallery, my office, a library (containing numerous computer consoles as well as a lot of printed material), and a day room (currently housing my music collection), as well as stairs going up. The parlor and day room contain regular-sized elevators that go to the second floor and the basement. The walls of the art gallery are ultra-high resolution displays which can show indistinguishable-from-real views of various works of art, as well as the security system's views. The second floor contains study halls (for when I try to teach myself or another), reading areas, (automated) linen service/housekeeping, (automated) laundry service, the master bedroom with walk-in closet and private bathroom, 10 spare guest rooms (five on either side of the floor; all currently empty and featuring a rather Spartan décor, though this can be quickly changed), and two common bathrooms for the spare rooms. My bedroom sports a king-sized bed with transgenic spider-goat silk sheets. The basement contains book storage (textbooks and bound copies of numerous journals I subscribe to), furniture storage, a beer/wine cellar, heating/air conditioning units, major laundry room, water heater, computer system main memory, and power back-ups, and the lockers/showers and a sauna/whirlpool. Due to an as-yet resolved quirk of the tesseract generators, the furniture storage room is flipped upside down, so that walking into it one immediately falls up to the ceiling; this makes retrieving and storing furniture a bit tricky. The HVAC system really conditions the air rather than simply pumping in very cold air or very hot air until some muddy intermediate mix is reached. The beer/wine cellar contains regular-sized elevators and a sloped ramp that goes to the sub-basements. Day-to-day operations are powered almost solely by the ultra-efficient solar cells along the roof, but the main laboratory/workshop draws power from its own dedicated system (originally a fission reactor, later a fusion reactor, and currently an antimatter plant; I have plans for a total conversion plant which can convert minuscule amounts of any matter into large amount of usable energy.) The first sub-basement contains my primary workshops and laboratories, and the gymnasium off to the west side. The labs/workshops are all in one massive room, roughly divided into quarters. The top left/NW section contains most physics and mechanical workstations (including a blacksmith's forge), the top right/NE section holds the automated surgery and operating theater (including facilities for bionic implantation and total cyborg conversion), the bottom right/SE section holds the chemical/biochemical/bio-electronic workstations, and the bottom left/SW section holds the electronics workstations. In the center of the massive room is a large pillar, covered in displays which monitor all broadcast information networks (and links to the Scarab's systems in her Lair); while I could tap into such networks as NORAD Central Command, AEGIS Intelligence, F.A.A. flight patterns, personnel files from England's MI6, and so on, I do not, largely because that's a slippery slope I don't want to start on. The second sub-basement holds my "war room" (where I stretch my tactical skills, as well as store my most private of plans) and my "Hazard Hall" (which dominates most of this floor). To the untrained eye it is a featureless room, but behind the unassuming gray paneled walls exist a multitude of exercise and combat paraphernalia designed to put even the most well-trained metahuman through their paces. Laser canons, vanadium-steel spring vices, flamethrowers,gas dispensers, and sensory deprivation cocoons are only a sample of the hardware secreted within. Advanced holographic technology, largely of my own design, allows the Hazard Hall to assume a three dimensional interactive environment conducive to constant refinement of both individual and team work. The holograms are made to feel real via overlapping polygonal force fields and tightly-focused pressor beams, and hologram-disguised robots make for decent sparring partners. Miscellaneous Capturefoam projectors, like the ones outside, also cover the inside, with three in each room. The foam is a quick-hardening polymer that can either be 'whipped' to allow air to pass through (and not suffocate the target) or be made airtight to trap liquid and gaseous entities; with some forewarning I can add ionized Dakana crystal powder to the foam mixture which makes it equally effective against incorporeal beings. The foam can also double as a fire retardant for most conventional fires. All interior walls are reinforced with internal force fields. There are no visible phones in the entire house. The phone system is part of an integrated house-wide sound system which can direct, enhance, or suppress sound. There are few keyboards: most data entry is handled by dictating to the air (and waiting sensors) or by a complex web of infrared lasers which track the position of my fingertips and eyes' fovea. Most walls, desks and tables contain integrated ultra-high resolution flat-panel displays. Four workstations in the main library/workshop, one in each section, contains a hologram/force field system similar to the one in the Hazard Hall to create realistic-looking and -feeling models. Numerous robots, humanoid and non-humanoid, ranging in size from that of a rat to that of a gorilla, scurry about the place, performing routine maintenance and assisting with projects. Of note: a silver gorilla-bot in a tuxedo (Butleraffe) mans the foyer, several German Shepherd-sized spider-bots maintain the beer/wine cellar, and NERGAL (Nützlicher Elektronischer Roboter, mit Gedanken Aus Licht, or "Helpful Electronic Robot, with Thoughts [formed] Out of Light"), a red lion-man robot, was re-purposed to be a com-bot after suffering irreparable damage to parts of its 'brain'. Upgrades as of October 2009 Location: Same Appearance, Exterior: Same Appearance, Interior: Improved tesseract generators so that the total interior volume is approximately 64x what the exterior dimensions would indicate (though much of this extra space is in Sub-Basement 3). The laboratories and workshops in the first sub-basement have roughly doubled in size, though are as packed as ever. The "Hazard hall" in the second sub-basement has also roughly doubled in size. A third sub-basement has been added, which is approximately three times bigger than the entire house above it. For now it is a giant featureless egg-shaped room, with the entrance (from the "War room") at the narrow end, and the walls are made (or, more accurately, covered) in a near-seamless neutral gray metal. I have yet to decide what to do with all this space; for now it is merely the result of seeing how big a 'pocket dimension' I can create. Miscellaneous Defense system upgraded: the targeting systems a bit improved, capturefoam is a bit stronger, and I have added numerous and varied energy blasters throughout the house (and in the lawn gnomes). Internal force fields improved, making the walls, floors, and ceiling as strong as Impervium. Library improved, adding books and journals (mostly in electronic form) on nearly all subjects of human endeavor. Including "magic." I've finally completed my Arzthelferin ("Medical Doctor's Assistant"). It's a small chamber that a wounded person can be placed in, and the dedicated microbots inside can treat them for any injury or illness while they float in a nutrient-rich fluid (which also boosts their immune system). More sensors added, including an extradimensional incursion warning system, and pattern recognition software to help process the data. Communications systems vastly improved; I can now override any or all radio receivers on the planet to transmit vital information. Similarly, based on some of the preliminary works of TEMPEST, I've worked out how to tap into any sensory device -- television cameras, microphones, listening devices, etc. -- on the planet. Combined with my communications override system, this gives me a frightening amount of access; with the system cranked to the highest speed I can process, I can search the entire planet in about 20 minutes. Honestly, it scares me... but I keep finding ways to talk myself out of dismantling it. Lastly, I've added a teleporter system, one capable of handling large amounts of material. It is connected to similar systems in the Arche-Tech facilities around the globe, to Schloss Wissenschaft in Germany, and to ArcheStern in orbit. Upgrades as of April 2010 * Improved security * Added self-repair drones * Added Think-Tank feature (commlinks with ArcheTech staff, plus several semi-autonomous AIs that help sift through data). * ESP: added Rapid 5 (x100,000), replaced Simultaneous with Duration [sustained] * Healing: changed Total to Affects Objects. Now he has things that can heal people and repair robots (technological constructs). * Added "Force Screen" (Impervious for Toughness) * Super-Senses: Added more Communication Links to the HQs, specifically, to the ArcehTech branches (none of them had them before). Tweaked senses some, partly to take advantage of the fact radio senses are acute, radius and ranged by default. Upgrades as of March 2011 * Changed Healing to Affects Others Regeneration. Healing is instantaneous, Regeneration is not, so this makes it more Bacta Tank-y. Come Christmastime, Archeville tends to go all-out on the decorations, like so. (To offset any objections the neighbors may have, he gladly shares his special eggnog.)

WB, Kavos :)

First things first, everyone in the court room please make a Notice check. She sees blood flowing down the stairs of the courthouse, which is on fire. She hears.... nothing. Nothing at all. She smells metal and sweat and gun oil and dust.