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It better be. You have to make up for a lot now, sonny-jim.

Epic win.

Gecko-pimp is failing at his task here. Avenger is a cruel DM. It's not fair. Also, Kenzie, not McKenzie. Odd name, but phonetically alliterative.

"Of course, sir. I volunteered to go get one of those fine gentlemen a drink, just to give a good impression," snapped off Chris without a change in expression. He even pulled down the sunglasses to show off his innocent-looking eyes. "I mean, my epic hat is too noticeable to pull it off, right?" Superheroes shouldn't lie and cheat... wait, teenager. I can has leeway nao? He grabbed the pint. I can't believe I'm going to have to do this. It's frankly embarassing. "I'll just go give it to him," said Chris, quickly moving forwards with the girl. "We'll cause a distraction and loop back after this," he muttered to the teacher couldn't hear. Right, now I just need to do the puppy dog eyes thing to someone and hope this works... damn, this is painful. He walked over to the large group talking with... Duncan... Summers... Abort! Abort! Geckoman stood and just blinked. Run while you can! To the hills, Geckoman! Flee! That's no mooooooooon!

You and your new initiatives. Back in my day, we kept the same initiative count across a whole dungeon, moving 5 foot square by 5 foot square... Kids today... (1d20+9=25)

Cock-blocked.

Geckoman smirked over at Battlecry. He's going on my list.* Now, bare-faced lying about my age! He took Daisy up to the bar, and flashed a smile at the barman, trying to make his voice deeper. Why do I do these things? "Hi, dude... Erm... Give me a Carlsberg, and whatever the lady would like." Look confident, get beer, look confident, get beer, look confident, get beer. *'101 people to hit with an airship.'

Bluff, bluff, bluff the surly barmaaaaaan! (1d20+16=23) Hero point time... Things can only get better (1d20+16=29) Aha! Deception and lies!

I see/smell/hear you (1d20+5=21)

Updated my post.

Geckoman didn't miss a beat, not even for the usual guy's reaction of "Hooooooooly shiiiiiitake mushrooms." Wait, am I censoring my own monologues now? Dammit. With one gloved hand, he took her hand gently in his and bowed slightly, sweeping his hat off and kissing her hand. "Thanks. You're looking pretty nice too." Could be smoother, could be smoother. Stay on target, stay on target! "So, can I, uh..." Chris hesitated for a second. Bar! Inspiration! "Get you a drink?"

That's just overcomplicating things. Really, if all the players in the thread are cool with it, the refs aren't going to object.

Well, I am dressed like G-Money. Kind of obvious. Also, this isn't fair! She's going to use me for my hat and throw me away like a soiled tissue! And his surname has no Mc in it. And you suck! And... and...

I'm Scottish, not English. It'd be like calling an Alaskan "one of those Californian surfer dudes"

Wesley and Hawky object to this! :P

Whatever gave you that impression. ;)

Notice'd be more appropriate, considering you're flying above the area. Mr Divine, feel free to have always been in the lab. Post with a description, everyonew start making rolls so I can do story update.

The vigilante was frantic now. He dealt in thugs and mobsters, not kids at risk of burning alive. This was wrong. Just wrong. He moved as fast as he could without unduly tiring himself out, running down to the next door and moving to kick it in, prepared to kick it down if that didn't work.

Hurray! Another critical hit! Basically, I just moved across to in front of the stairs and opened fire with my distracting autofire. Hopefully the thug will prove useless, but if not... ouch.

"Oh, do shut up," sighed Arrowhawk, rolling across the room towards the stairs and coming up in a crouch. Lifting his bow, he quickly fired a stream of arrows into the lead assailant. "Fall over now?" he suggested as the arrows whistled forth.

Wait until he gets to the bar. "You underage?" "No." "OK!"

My bluff check wasn't really needed too much, as he's on the list. It's just because, well... he's not with his chaperone. I figure 18 covers it, else I'll edit.

Geckoman arrived later than the other Claremont lot. Thankfully, he'd managed to lie to the school about where he was, but this still left the whole problem of getting in. Thankfully his name was on the list regardless, despite his non-chaperone-ness. Thus it was that he sauntered into the party, in a slightly more garish version of his normal costume. The green was brighter, the 'G' logo was emblazoned with gold sequins and the goggles had been replaced with wrap-around sunglasses. He'd topped off this attire with a wide-brimmed green fedora with a big white feather stuck in the band. "Ok, let's party!" he declared to nobody in particular after he entered.

Geckoman is turning up at some point. As previously established, he has a variety of (home-made) costumes, so I'll post after I come up with a suitably gaudy design.

Dc 20 save... weeee... (1d20+5=6) Re-roll (1d20+5=22) Down to 1 HP and fatigued now... Ok, we're going to get our asses handed to us here...