Dr Archeville

If he's actually a form-changer, why not go with Shapeshift, Limited only to taking on the forms and abilities of other (touched) beings?

As everyone and their half-orc sister is reporting, Gen Con has filed for Chapter 11 Bankruptcy protection, apparently as a direct result of a lawsuit filed by LucasFilm alleging an unjust failure to uphold financial obligations relating to Celebration IV. LucasFilm is suing them because they donated some Star Wars items for the charity auction and the money never went to the charity.

As everyone and their half-orc sister is reporting, Gen Con has filed for Chapter 11 Bankruptcy protection, apparently as a direct result of a lawsuit filed by LucasFilm alleging an unjust failure to uphold financial obligations relating to Celebration IV. LucasFilm is suing them because they donated some Star Wars items for the charity auction and the money never went to the charity.

Not having seen the two new heroes arrive, Archeville continued addressing the children. "I can easily solve your immediate problem..." he said as he flew up to the branch ensnaring the errant discus, "by flying up und retrieving your frisbee for you!" With a smile he tossed it to the youngest child there, though the child was too amazed at what he was seeing and it landed at his feet instead. "As for zhe tree itself," he continued, withdrawing some small glass vials and his Electromagnetic Screwdriver from his pockets, "I should be able to cure it, once I'm able to take some samples of the fungus and do some analyses at mein laboratory." After a bit of scraping, Archeville returned the vials and his uber-tool to his pockets, then floated back down to the ground. "It should not be too difficult a task -- why, I bet I could do it standing on mein head!" With that, Archeville flipped himself over upside down so it appeared he was doing a hand-stand (confident in the security of his zippered pockets). Most of the children laughed and squealed, either at the doktor's antics or because they'd already resumed playing with their frisbee. Through the groupings of children, from his inverted position, Archeville could just make out Alan & Keira. Having no idea who they were are where they came from,he decided to wait a bit and let them make the first social move.

Not having seen the two new heroes arrive, Archeville continued addressing the children. "I can easily solve your immediate problem..." he said as he flew up to the branch ensnaring the errant discus, "by flying up und retrieving your frisbee for you!" With a smile he tossed it to the youngest child there, though the child was too amazed at what he was seeing and it landed at his feet instead. "As for zhe tree itself," he continued, withdrawing some small glass vials and his Electromagnetic Screwdriver from his pockets, "I should be able to cure it, once I'm able to take some samples of the fungus and do some analyses at mein laboratory." After a bit of scraping, Archeville returned the vials and his uber-tool to his pockets, then floated back down to the ground. "It should not be too difficult a task -- why, I bet I could do it standing on mein head!" With that, Archeville flipped himself over upside down so it appeared he was doing a hand-stand (confident in the security of his zippered pockets). Most of the children laughed and squealed, either at the doktor's antics or because they'd already resumed playing with their frisbee. Through the groupings of children, from his inverted position, Archeville could just make out Alan & Keira. Having no idea who they were are where they came from,he decided to wait a bit and let them make the first social move.

Doktor Archeville made you a cake... but it broke free from its containment cell and is lurking in the sewers. :twisted: Happy Birfday!

Doktor Archeville made you a cake... but it broke free from its containment cell and is lurking in the sewers. :twisted: Happy Birfday!

His wife and children?

His wife and children?

Meanwhile... Viktor Archeville strolled down Meadow Lane, a few blocks away from Riverside Park. He'd spent the day in City Hall, working on getting zoning permits for the house he wished to build in Hanover, a process which he knew could take quite some time. Really should've started on that before moving out here, he thought to himself. But, at least I was able to get that apartment set up. As he walked down the street, a few people did double-takes at him -- even in Freedom City, it was atypical to see an attractive man in a full-length labcoat walking down the street. He smiled at them all, trying not to go too far one way and look like a schmoozy ham actor, and not too far the other and look like a leering maniac. Always his pace was even and efficient, headed directly towards Riverside Park. His journey did have one pause, however. While walking down a residential block, he saw a group of children, most some eight or nine years old, playing with a frisbee in the streets. An errant toss by one of the lads saw the disc soar up into and become lodged in the high branches of an elm tree. Archeville expected to see one scamper up and retrieve it, but they all just looked up at it forlornly. "Vhat's zhe matter, children?," Archeville called out. "Our frisbee'ss tuck, mister!" one of the smaller children blurted out, "but we can't get it out!" "Oh? Vhy not? Zhe tree looks-" Archeville stopped in mid-sentence as he paused to actually look at the tree. "It's sick, mister, has been for weeks," one of the older lads -- actually a tomboyish girl -- said. "Dad says it's unsafe to climb." "Ja, ja, indeed it is, my boy. You see zhe discolorations, zhere, und zhere, und zhere?" Archeville pointed, but did not wait for a response before continuing on, "Zhose are spots vhere zhe tree is dying, from a fungus, probably Ophiostoma ulmi. Zhe fungus is spread by beetles, or by infected trees touching one another...." Archeville pauses in his mini-lecture to look up and down the street at the other elms, "but none of the others around zeem infected. Which vould leave zhe third mezhod, pruning mit tools used on an infected tree but not properly cleansed." Archeville looked up at the infected tree and studied it's upper branches. "Yeah, I remember some of the branches were cut!," another child chimed in. "They were stickin' out and gettin' tangled in the power lines!" "Hrrmmm, ja, I see, several branches near zhe top cut, und zhat's vhere zhe fungal infection started. I'm sorry to say zhis, children, but I do not believe zhis tree vill be around for much longer." A few cries of disappointment escaped the children's lips. As if in sympathy, the tree suddenly creaked and drooped down a bit more. "Ah, do not be so glum, children! You are in luck, for I..." Archeville paused for dramatic effect, and activated his gravimetric belt to hover a few feet in the air, "... am a Doktor!"

Meanwhile... Viktor Archeville strolled down Meadow Lane, a few blocks away from Riverside Park. He'd spent the day in City Hall, working on getting zoning permits for the house he wished to build in Hanover, a process which he knew could take quite some time. Really should've started on that before moving out here, he thought to himself. But, at least I was able to get that apartment set up. As he walked down the street, a few people did double-takes at him -- even in Freedom City, it was atypical to see an attractive man in a full-length labcoat walking down the street. He smiled at them all, trying not to go too far one way and look like a schmoozy ham actor, and not too far the other and look like a leering maniac. Always his pace was even and efficient, headed directly towards Riverside Park. His journey did have one pause, however. While walking down a residential block, he saw a group of children, most some eight or nine years old, playing with a frisbee in the streets. An errant toss by one of the lads saw the disc soar up into and become lodged in the high branches of an elm tree. Archeville expected to see one scamper up and retrieve it, but they all just looked up at it forlornly. "Vhat's zhe matter, children?," Archeville called out. "Our frisbee'ss tuck, mister!" one of the smaller children blurted out, "but we can't get it out!" "Oh? Vhy not? Zhe tree looks-" Archeville stopped in mid-sentence as he paused to actually look at the tree. "It's sick, mister, has been for weeks," one of the older lads -- actually a tomboyish girl -- said. "Dad says it's unsafe to climb." "Ja, ja, indeed it is, my boy. You see zhe discolorations, zhere, und zhere, und zhere?" Archeville pointed, but did not wait for a response before continuing on, "Zhose are spots vhere zhe tree is dying, from a fungus, probably Ophiostoma ulmi. Zhe fungus is spread by beetles, or by infected trees touching one another...." Archeville pauses in his mini-lecture to look up and down the street at the other elms, "but none of the others around zeem infected. Which vould leave zhe third mezhod, pruning mit tools used on an infected tree but not properly cleansed." Archeville looked up at the infected tree and studied it's upper branches. "Yeah, I remember some of the branches were cut!," another child chimed in. "They were stickin' out and gettin' tangled in the power lines!" "Hrrmmm, ja, I see, several branches near zhe top cut, und zhat's vhere zhe fungal infection started. I'm sorry to say zhis, children, but I do not believe zhis tree vill be around for much longer." A few cries of disappointment escaped the children's lips. As if in sympathy, the tree suddenly creaked and drooped down a bit more. "Ah, do not be so glum, children! You are in luck, for I..." Archeville paused for dramatic effect, and activated his gravimetric belt to hover a few feet in the air, "... am a Doktor!"

Room for one more?

Room for one more?

I'd actually made a character like this once, many moons ago. At first his "make unlikely accident happen" thing was done as Blast (PFs: Indirect 3, Subtle, Variable Effect/any immediately local phenomenon). I kept it at regular range since he still had to 'target' a person, and his powers were still noticeable to those who had the means to notice mystical effects (hence only one rank of Subtle, not 2). The "immediately local phenomenon" was to show how he could, for example, make a steam pipe neat to someone burst and do heat damage, but if he wanted to fry someone with electricity, there'd either have to be a thunderstorm already raging or a similarly large source of electrical power. Later I'd planned to increase the range to Perception, to show how he'd gotten better at controlling probability around a target; it was as easy for him to hit someone as it is for Xavier to hit someone with his mental blasts.

I'd actually made a character like this once, many moons ago. At first his "make unlikely accident happen" thing was done as Blast (PFs: Indirect 3, Subtle, Variable Effect/any immediately local phenomenon). I kept it at regular range since he still had to 'target' a person, and his powers were still noticeable to those who had the means to notice mystical effects (hence only one rank of Subtle, not 2). The "immediately local phenomenon" was to show how he could, for example, make a steam pipe neat to someone burst and do heat damage, but if he wanted to fry someone with electricity, there'd either have to be a thunderstorm already raging or a similarly large source of electrical power. Later I'd planned to increase the range to Perception, to show how he'd gotten better at controlling probability around a target; it was as easy for him to hit someone as it is for Xavier to hit someone with his mental blasts.

Huzzah!

Huzzah!

I'd ordered it, and got the e-mail yesterday. Huzzah! :)

I'd ordered it, and got the e-mail yesterday. Huzzah! :)

[Edna Mode] NO CAPES! [/Edna Mode] You could go to this guy for your outfit, though.

[Edna Mode] NO CAPES! [/Edna Mode] You could go to this guy for your outfit, though.

Thank you, Barnum. PL 3 not being listed in any thread title or explicitly mentioned in either of the "ASTRO Labs" threads, and the presence of dimensional vortices within the adventure, can easily lead one to assume it's open to anyone from any world.

Thank you, Barnum. PL 3 not being listed in any thread title or explicitly mentioned in either of the "ASTRO Labs" threads, and the presence of dimensional vortices within the adventure, can easily lead one to assume it's open to anyone from any world.

I'd started a discussion about this on the Atomic Think Tank, over.... here. My own feelings: I applaud them and wish more people would do it.

I'd started a discussion about this on the Atomic Think Tank, over.... here. My own feelings: I applaud them and wish more people would do it.