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"Well, if we're going soon, I'll go quickly restock my belt. And maybe get that jungle camo I have lying around. I think I put it on a suit, although unfortunately it's that one with all the armour plating. I'm gonna chafe tomorrow." He sighed as he went over to a cabinet on the far wall. "Oh, yay. It was the stupid armoured one.

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As the Pitchoo isn't being used, I'm going to reallocate my equipment list! This will increase his Toughness to +8, due to the wonder of not hitting PL caps! His Stealth will also increase to +17 in jungle. Let's assume he has 45 more utility belt APs :P

See: maximum load

"Yeah, the Pitchoo doesn't do cross-Atlantic travel so well. Besides, I'm not taking it to the equator until the air conditioning gets fixed, it gets hot in there..." He pulled out a notepad and pencil from his belt. "Anyway, I figure Psyks can get the teleport targetted well enough to get us fairly close, and we've got luck powers anyway. Terrain'll be rough, we'll probably need to progress via flight or swinging on vines. Chest-beating entirely optional." To hammer home the point, he drew a stick figure swinging from a vine. "We gonna need a spare teleport beacon to pick up Lion-O? Oh, and I'll need one, I never got round to it. Now, I'm assuming some firearms will be involved. Won't affect most of us, but try not to get shot if you aren't invulnerable, bullet wounds hurt." "We'll also need some Powerade. Hydration is essential."

"Yeah, easy," said Geckoman, adjusting his goggles for the flight. "You could stick the bike in the back if you want to take it, it'll easily fit." He leaned out the side to speak to Tempest. "You gonna go on ahead and I follow, or you want a ride too, or what?"

"Unlikely considering the situation. The robot'd've been ratted on easily," said John, draining his glass and gesturing for the now-nervous bar staff to top him up. "Thing is, how long before it gets out they're married and villains use them against each other, or they work long hours and never see each other or work together and get sick of each other? It's nice to think it'll last. I give it nine months."

"That's no problem, their patrol makes the usual mistake of a fixed route. Too easy to predict, I just need to get past then swiftly take them out when they come back that way. They'll expect someone coming from the outside, not someone at the warehouse attacking them." Arrowhawk pondered for a moment. "Since we can't see inside initially, once we get inside we don't know what we're facing. Worst comes to worst, you just gate us out to regroup."

"Yeah, should be fine," said Geckoman, pointing back at the Pitchoo. "Heck, the radar's probably the only thing that isn't borkded in some way. Nothing's gonna sneak up on her."

"Fraser," he answered, accepting Atlas' shake with a firm grip. "John Fraser." He shook Colt's hand as well. "I used to work with Jack, doing... well, you know. Funny thing is, last I saw the two together, she was violently slamming him into a wall with some amount of relish. Now they're married."

"Like a full-body condom..." mused Geckoman. "Yeah, I can see it. Skin-tight, so it can't leak out... stopper-like. It could work, could work. Yet we'll need a lot of latex."

"Connection?" said Geckomam, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, you keep referring to me as Geckoman human, which is true despite the redundancy of it. I'm pretty much human, albeit apparently with reeeeeeeeally odd DNA. Mystic stuff isn't my area of expertise at all. Hell, I can't even draw a pentagram without it being off-center."

John had already been at the bar when Atlas and Colt arrived. Social siuations made him uneasy. He'd already asked for a large glass of whisky, and had been quite antsy when his request for "No ice. Ever." was ignored. He smiled as the two guys beside him pointed out the women. "Doesn't tradition dictate you wait half an hour or so to let the best man, whoever that was, take his shot?"

Patrols? This is why we have Autofire Arrows!

Arrowhawk sighed. "Rarely does. I came to Freedom since I wondered how organised crime could function in a city with a high superhero concentration. Then I saw the jetpacks, lightning guns and force fields. Escalation. DS, you're the space expert. Any way to easily penetrate those shields, or could you just teleport through them?"

This thread needs more fairy.

John managed a wry smile. "More drink? At this stage in the evening? I'm not entirely sure that'd work out well, and the honeymoon'd be quite painful." He stopped to consider. "Well, for Taylor, anyway."

I assume Sense-Dependent (smell) Area Nauseate is a power stunt?

This was likely the first social event John'd been to in years, he thought, as he shaved away three days of stubble. He'd even found a kilt among his various bags of 'useless items'. So it was that his bike roared up to the reception before it got too busy, and John Fraser was clad in an uncharacteristically gaudy kilt in his clan tartan. He'd donned a shirt and suit jacket, but in deference to his profession he kept him collapsible quarterstaff in the sporran and the knife in his sock wasn't the usual ornamental sort. Grabbing some champagne from a passing waiter, he walked up to the happy couple and extended a hand to Jack. "Not great at these things, so, um... congratulations."

Geckoman somehow managed to find the energy to punch the air and grin. "They did it!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOT!" Then he slumped to the ground, exhausted. "I'm gonna need a coupla hours and enough chocolate to stuff a horse..."

"So why not just do your whole listening to Kurt Cobain shebang? What's stopping you, cos I'm'a gonna assume you called us up here cos something's screwed up like Tom Cruise's career and you need to fix it before you go to the great taco shop in the sky."

The Pitchoo spiralled and looped as it headed towards the forest. "WHY! ARE! YOU! ON! FIRE!" shouted Geckoman as smoke belched from the dashboard, punctuating each word with a bash of a hammer. "Who knew demonic brimstone would mess up your engine so badly? WHO KNEW!?" Then the engine cut out and he started plummetting towards the ground. "DAMN! CRAP! WHHHHHHHHY?" The ship crashed through several branches before the engine finally exploded into life, leaving the Pitchoo hovering inches from the ground and one of the seats near the back on fire. After several minutes of muffled swearing, Geckoman staggered out the side hatch coughing and spluttering. "Sorry I'm late, with all this Christmas stuff going on I can't afford to get my engine cleaned. Nor are there really many people who'd know where to start..."

GECKOMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN

Fixed

All fixed. Improved Taunt is the standard 'do as move action without -5 penalty'