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I thought, after the massive delay it took to start this, it could be band-related?

Ooooh, don't you be complaining about us being in the girl's dorms, Magni. Funny how you just arrived at the exact same time as Seven, eh? Nudge nudge wink wink.

"Yeah, OK," said Chris, "We got it all cleaned up anyway. I got things to do." He walked out of the room after Mike and Eddie, glancing down at Magni's feet. "Awesome slippers." Once he was clear of the RA, he muttered to Eddie. See you later. I got an appointment with a wretched hive of scum of villainy." With that he jogged off to climb out his window and bring in the Pitchoo remotely.

"An eeeevil one," said Chris, standing up. "Hurray for vomit?" He sniffed a bit. "Stupid enhanced sense of smell, I mean... eeew." "Look dude, I'd do the same in this situation, just... watch it, OK? I mean... dents in the wall. Don't rush in."

"Maybe you should learn to fight," sighed Arrowhawk, swinging a fist upwards from waist height to hit the young man in the jaw. "That's how you do it," he said, drawing back and bringing his arms up in a guarding stance.

Sense Motive (1d20+11=25) Power Attack for 3, DC 21 Toughness (1d20+8=12) Hero Point re-roll. Re-roll (1d20+8=14) +10 = 24

Arrowhawk was no idiot. He knew this was largely about what he did. But he didn't particularly want to have to try to justify himself. "I think what it boils down to, is that as a 'team' our methodologies all vary quite a bit, as do our standards," he mused. "But I doubt we can all agree on the same code without some being discontent. "

"The trick is to mop it up before it dries. That, or replace the flooring before anyone notices," said Chris, wiping the tattered remnants of his shirt over the flooring. "Ick. Girl can puke." He looked about to make sure Zoe wasn't in the room, before leaning in close. "I'm no expert, but I think she has what Erin has. Post-Traumatic Stress Something. "

"Troll's Bridge? Doubt it. This base looks pretty old, and 4chan is new compared to it. Other trolls are probably a lot less dangerous. But trust me, one blank mask and I'm running out of here. That ain't right, dude."

"Why does this always happen? See, when I build my dimensional whachamacallit, I will personally make sure that should it ever have components remove, it shuts down without exploding in a horrific mess. Seriously, do you people not have any qualified mechanics, or architects, or even a two-year-old who can tell you that if something breaks, it's best that it doesn't explode!?" With the modulator under his arm, Geckoman went to retreat back to the Sea Hawk.

I really am. It's good roleplaying when it makes you go "Duh-wha'" OOC as well as IC.

You think this comforts me. It doesn't.

Eddie had run out in a hurry, looking worried. Chris hadn't been halfway out of the window yet, so luckily was still in jeans and a t-shirt. Running around the dorms in a Geckoman costume would be... awkward. So he rolled back and chased after his friend, arriving in the doorway of the room. "Oh, crud. Hold on, lemme take a look at her." He kneeled down, ripping his shirt up as he went. "Hmmm... she looks worse than she is. Head and hand cuts bleed more than they hurt, she's done a real number." He made some makeshift bandages from his t-shirt. "I'll just wrap those cuts up and they'll be fine soon as you can say, well... bandage. OK, hun?" When he was done, he sat back on his heels. "The vomiting obviously isn't related to the injury, however." He looked the girl in the eyes and tried to reach her. "We can rule out lupus. Something's scared you bad, and it just hit you now. What happened?" He held up a hand to silence anyone, even though nobody was actually trying to speak.

Geckosenses, activate! (1d20+5=9) Look, I'm performing a full medical diagnosis of someone here. What's your excuse? *grumbles*

Geckomaaaaaaaaan (1d20+5=9) Erm... HERO POIIIIIIIINT (1d10+15=17)

"Hmmm... this looks weird, but Darian's base probably has weirder stuff in it. I'll take a look." So he spent a short while looking around the device, pushing and prodding at parts that looked semi-important and generally trying to get a feel for exactly how this thing was put together, extradimensional geometry be damned!

Beginner's Luck me up some Medicine ranks! House, eat your heart out! (1d20+5=25) Hugh Laurie has taught him well.

Shaen is correct on his interpretation. However, Sandy's interpretation is a lot fairer and more balanced.

It strikes me as essentially being Luck X (Flaws: Limited to surging, limited to when you crit). X being the operative term there.

I object to the concept is a staning long jump being useless! I once used a maneuver that let you do it as a swift action to vault a pool of acid and kill two hobgoblins in one round!

I can't think of a way to do it in MnM. Just get a higher Leaping rank? :P

Biologically... woohoo Chronologically.... my brain is bleeding

*cleans goggles and preps smokebombs*

Arrowhawk stalked into the room from the shadows of one of the rooms at the rear. He was clad in a slightly different costume than most of the Knights had seen him in before. "Evening." His cowl masked most of his head but the mouth and eyes, with small swept-back wings at the sides. The rest of him wore a flexible-looking, but heavily armoured, black suit with a white hawk logo across the chest. A bow and quiver were visible on his back although mostly concealed by a long, sweeping bwing-shaped cape extending from his shoulders and billowing around his silhouette.

It's hard to find redemption in a jail cell. ;)