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Geckoman is at 3 HP, with his wonderful Notice check of 8, he will need them.

Yeah, it works for me. It means Chris knows Eddie a lot better and I can keep using the "Sorry I'm late, I was... distracted by boobies" excuse.

Crud, I didn't think to ask. If it's pre-13th, I'll have to edit out the Liz reference although the whole Raven incident still happened.

Chris ran up to the group, looking quite flushed. "Damn, am I late? Have we swapped to get seats next to each other? Dammit." He stopped to wipe sweat off his goggles. He seemed to still be wearing the familiar green of his Gecko-suit, only he'd thrown jeans and sneakers on over the top of it. To disguise the G logo and utility belt, he was wearing a baggy, dark green t-shirt with a picture of a baseball on it. It read 'Time to Score' underneath it. Metal wristbands were also visible on his wrists. His hair also seemed more ruffled than usual. "Sorry I'm late, had coffee with Liz and kind of lost track of time. Still... baseball!"

Chris hurled his magazine to the side, and stood up to greet the newcomer. "Hey, Eddie! So you're my new roommate? I hope you last longer than the previous five or six. They didn't seem able to stomach me crawling in at ungodly hours... Hope that won't be a problem, right? I mean, I try to keep it secret, but everyone knows about the Geckoman thing by now, so I was hoping maybe people would understand what that kind of entails..."

Chris reclined in his chair as yet another roommate left. Why do they keep requesting transfer? It's not really my fault they can't deal with me crawling in at three in the morning, usually having to regrow some weird and wonderful injury. He didn't even bother waving. He hadn't actually bothered learning this roommate's name. This isn't actually particularly fair. I was on a date last night, I didn't come in bleeding and smelling of... stuff. "They could just give me my own room," he mused aloud after the kid had scrambled out. "Then I wouldn't have to scare people off. But, nooooo.... Someone else is coming along soon, so I may as well get used to this." He went back to reading a music magazine and waited for his new roomie to appear.

If there's still a space...

It's Gecko-update time! Right, 1 pp more into Charisma, making his Charisma 20 (+5). I'd also like to put 1 pp into his Fort save, for +3 (+1 Con, +2) Finally, I was wondering if I could have the feat Challenge (Improved Taunt). It lets him Taunt as a move action with no -5 penalty.

I'm glad Shaen pointed out to me that you can oppose Bluff with Bluff. You can't play a player. Bluffing god, somewhat less so at notice (1d20+16=22, 1d20+5=25)

Other side of the street, so even if I roll I'm not going to have any idea a fight's going on until someone goes through the wall. Initiative. (1d20+9=14)

I find it amusing that even unequipped, having been blown up and having a load of metal embedded in my leg, I still react faster than anyone else.

Well, I suppose if the barely armoured archer survived, the villain in the power armour isn't going to die that easily... Arrowhawk managed to lurch to his feet and dove through the portal. "Close the portal, now! And get any civilians clear! He's dangerous!"

"Redhead, eh? Be right back... or not, as the case may prove. " Chris swung out of his seat and walked around to her. Ok, don't let your mouth run away with you... like that time with the blonde girl and the armour-piercing slap of death... "Hey there," he grinned at her.

July 13th, 2009: Chris Kenzie meets Liz Lawlett at the mall and they end up on a date. (CK and LL)

Note that due to this thread happening afterwards, Geckoman cannot hook up with that girl. Of course, not that I believe anything would happen that wouldn't cause us all to suffer.

FIGHT (1d20+9=26) I'm going to self-rule that the blast annihilated all my equipment and Devices (seems only logical to me, and I did get the discount for Easy to Lose/being equipment, so it should come into play at some point...) This means I am likely to run like hell. That said, now being in Scarab's Lair, it's possible none of this proves relevant.

"Much more impressive is how much it costs to get repainted." He lowered the ramp. "I'm going to go look at this shipment place. Would you like to accompany us, or remain here and exchange contact details?" Geckoman wiped the rain off his goggles as he prepared to fly. I don't want to crash into more things. Doc Metropolis may come after me and embed me in a sidewalk.

"Oooh, I like maintenance. That shade of blue'll really bring out my eyes," snarked Geckoman, pulling off his mask and goggles. "You know who I am anyway, so bleh to the mask." He whipped off his utility belt and threw it onto a chair. "I'm sure I had a black one of these..." he mused, wandering over to a cupboard and finding his Hallowe'en costume. "Shiny." He grabbed the black belt, pulled on the jumpsuit and started filling up the replacement belt with the contents of his usual one. "Have you got any useful information, like which gates receive most traffic or are most open, etcetera etcetera," asked Chris, pulling on the baseball cap and pulling it low over his face. "I figure if he's going for the gates, it'll be either the big, prominent ones or the little-used ones where there'll be less security about." He tucked his goggles and mask into his belt, making sure to take out the earpiece from within the mask and replace it. "And scheming villains won't do it directly, so it'll be less obvious-looking people doing the nasty stuff. Big, thuggish dudes." He flicked on the safeties of his zappers and pulled the sleeves over them. "They all go down the same anyway."

Chris leaned in to shake the other guy's hand. "I'm Chris. You're Eddie, right?" He grabbed the chair that Mark managed to grab, and whirled it in. "I'm the taxi driver," he said, grinning to make sure they knew it was a joke. Then came the waitress. "I'll have a Pepsi too, thanks. And do you have those bags of chips, y'know, with the salt packet in it so you can add as much as you like?" After sorting out his chip-related dilemna, he turned back to the group. "Yeah, these guys are good for a first concert, since you're not going to have some wild circle pit going." He looked slightly disappointed at that last part.

Firstly, yes. This just means that when the Alternate Form is active you must remain Insubstantial. Secondly, to apply the Permanent Flaw you must add the Continuous extra, so the cost remains the same due to an overall +0 modifier.

IC planning OOC rolling

The breath exploded back into Arrowhawk's chest, forcing out any cracks in his ribs. Scratches and bruises faded away. Unfortunately, a piece of the walkway became encased in his leg when the tissue regenerated back around it. "Gaaah!" snarled Arrowhawk, rolling to see Dark Star levitating the rubble above him. Thank god it's him. He'll trust me long enough for me to escape. Most people wouldn't stick around long enough to let me explain why this was necessary. Dark Star, I hope, is the sort to at least give me that. "DS, you've got to get me out of here and somewhere secure. Now." God, my leg hurts. This is actually quite painful.

Total Healing check! (1d20+15=33) Ok, so I beat the DC 10 minimum by 23. That's 5 results gone... Damn he's good.

Noboby ever said in my master plan was sufficient :(

Geckoman landed with a screech around the corner from the cafe. "Hop out while I park. I won't be long... Well, move it, I don't have all day." As soon as they'd all exited, he pulled up and flew skywards until he disappeared into the clouds. About thirty seconds later, Chris appeared on a glowing skateboard thing, plummetting from above to land beside the group, a remote in one hand. "Now, see, that's parking."