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  1. Mark flushed for a moment at Trevor's kick, but said nothing about it as he considered what must have been his friend's reasoning. Hmm. Trevor's probably mad that I'm having this conversation right here in front of him and Erin when they're trying to introduce Trevor to Erin's parents! He's right, I shouldn't be such an attention hog. Erin-Prime's suggestion to go upstairs certainly seemed to offer a chance to get out of the way, and perhaps offer more as well! He rolled quickly with Megan's suggestion, deciding that showing off for someone's younger sister was a good way to impress everyone involved. "I can make almost anything I want. Nothing alive, and nothing with too complicated moving parts," he said as they walked into the living room, talking to Megan as he would any other kid interested in his powers. "What would you like?" he asked Erin-Prime. There, they were out of the way! He continued upstairs, their conversation falling away from the ears of the others downstairs.
  2. Electra and I are at her folks' place for Thanksgiving, so access will be a caution.
  3. Sharl walked her over to the Kord Dormitory, nodding a cordial hello to the people he knew on campus. There certainly seemed to be lots of people around, teenagers of all shapes and sizes and some with fantastic appearances! She'd been warned about the need to keep the school's secret off-campus, but here on campus all the students could be free to express themselves and use their powers safely: there were students with wings and some with what looked like fiery hair, a game of touch football (American-style) that was in the middle of an argument over "Speedy" using his teleport powers when he'd promised not to, and all in all what looked like an active fall weekend afternoon. The dormitory looked more like a college dorm than a high school, with TV rooms at the end of the hallways, though Sharl did introduce her to her Resident Advisor, Rose Nyland, a tall, blonde senior with an icy-cold handshake. "I can't go into the girls' floor, so you're on your own from here," he told her with a little shrug. "Remember, alternating floors, since they don't let girls and boys share a bathroom here."
  4. Everybody: The body on the bed is dead, all right! Midnight and Cannonade: Notice: The body was obviously dumped here, from the disordered angle of the limbs and some things knocked off the bedside table, it looks like she actually landed with some force. The body is positioned directly under where the bomb had been planted beneath the trailer, where it would have taken the full brunt of the fire. Midnight: Investigate: Bruises on the arms; a puncture wound in the torso, signs of cardiac arrest on the face and body. Someone held her down and injected potassium chloride into her heart. She was dead within seconds. A fast, professional job, one designed to leave as few marks as possible, marks which the fire from beneath almost certainly would have destroyed. She was dead when she got here; she was teleported in over the bed by someone who didn't come through ahead to make sure they had the angle right. Wander: Notice: This Greta Ratner is shorter and rounder than the one you last saw, her face a trifle less sharp. Her costume doesn't fit quite as well as you remember; it's a trifle looser around the chest and the hips, as if made for someone slightly taller and with marginally less body fat. Survival: This is not a fresh corpse. She doesn't have the forensic knowledge to put a name to it, but this reminds Wander of Arkansas and Missouri, frozen hellholes covered in corpses that when the snow melted looked so much alive she half-expected them to reach up and grab for her face. Perhaps this one will! (But no, it's not a zombie)
  5. The dead body of Greta Ratner is in the trailer, sprawled across its bed like a dropped doll, wearing the swastika and stars-and-bars cheerleader costume she was wearing when she disappeared. Let's have some crime-scene checks people! Use what skills seem relevant to what your character is trying to do here.
  6. Eastland got that look Midnight knew only too well, a man scared to death of the grim adventurer, and one not sure of how to escape from it. "Look, look, I said, I don't know anything about how...look, it was her idea! It was her idea!" erupted the frightened villain. "The bomb, the dead body, hitting Delmar, everything! Ever since White Knight got locked up for beating down those s...those Mooslims, she's taken over the whole damn organization!" "...what dead body?" asked Edge from his nearby position, taking the easiest problem first. "The body that was supposed to be in the trailer!" yelled Eastland. "Look, she said it was something that would solve all our problems, and when she got Hammer and Fucastrega on her side, the rest of us were outvoted. Stupid little tart and her plans! I wanted to bring Delmar in on it, but she said we have to prove we weren't loyal to any one faction anymore!" As she worked under the trailer, looking for evidence, Wander suddenly heard a loud thump from inside the trailer itself, as if a large sack of potatoes had been dropped on the metal floor over her head. She'd found little enough below, save that the small bodyprint beneath the bomb's former location had no trail leading to it, as if someone had simply popped into being to place it there. In the distance, there came the sound of sirens.
  7. I rolled pretty crappily the first time, so here (via HP) is a 32 instead
  8. Mark smiled, his mouth on autopilot as his brain sailed right through any of the complications of the situation. "Well, if I was, I couldn't tell you. I've got to protect my secret identity," he added with a wink. "When I'm not hanging out with your awesome alternate self and my old chum Trevor here, I work for the United Nations, using my powers to help build shelters and make clean food and water for people in West Africa. If you want, I could show you? We wouldn't have to go anywhere, and I can make all kinds of things." He figured that this was a good distraction so Trevor and Erin could focus on their conversation with Roger and Clarissa, and he'd learned not to just whip his powers out as the solution to every problem. "I don't want to take time away from your birthday. I'm sure it'll be a happy one."
  9. Wow, she's cute! thought Mark, who remembered his encounter with the Erin from that other dimension where she and he had seemed to be dating. This version of Erin reminded him much more of that Erin, one rather more feminine than the woman he was used to. Erin was a really good friend, but not someone he'd ever really been attracted to physically. When she was a little different, though...He made sure to say hello to everyone else, of course, the sheer force of his personality when he was trying to be impressive catching their eye, but made sure to focus on the other Erin in particular. "Why, hello there!" he said with a big, confident smile. "It's always a pleasure to meet any version of Erin."
  10. Mark took a seat, and said, "Trevor's a great guy. He's smart, dependable, and he's always there for a friend." He knew he owed Trevor one for being so thoughtless earlier, so he was determined to make up for that. "He fixes and makes awesome custom motorcycles! And his family's very well-off, so he takes good care of people. He's really awesome to have around." He looked around the kitchen, nodding in approval at the suburban lifestyle all around them. He debated adding some commentary on what a great boyfriend Trevor was, but that was really more Erin's department than his!
  11. Would Online Research be applicable here, TT?
  12. Just a reminder that your 20Q should look like this as far as depth. The example there is definitely"err on the side of story", you don't have to have that much, but in general your 20Q should at least have the skeleton of a story around it.
  13. Just a reminder that your 20Q should look like this as far as depth. The example there is definitely"err on the side of story", you don't have to have that much, but in general your 20Q should at least have the skeleton of a story around it.
  14. Just a reminder that your 20Q should look like this as far as depth. The example there is definitely"err on the side of story", you don't have to have that much, but in general your 20Q should at least have the skeleton of a story around it.
  15. Just a reminder that your 20Q should look like this as far as depth. The example there is definitely"err on the side of story", you don't have to have that much, but in general your 20Q should at least have the skeleton of a story around it.
  16. Mark made the cat disappear between his hands, looking around the house with fascination. Wow, so this was what Erin's old house looked like! It was pretty, and so was Erin's mom. "Why hello, it's a pleasure to meet you!" he said, his winning smile snapping on as he gave a hearty handshake to Erin's mom and sister. Even distracted as he'd been, this sort of conversation was the sort of thing Mark could do without thinking. "And you too, Megan, you look just like your sister!" He laughed, and explained for Clarissa and Megan's benefit. "Blame me for the sudden trip: I work for UNISON's humanitarian aid program, and I managed to get a flight for these two from Freedom City out to see the old homestead. Seattle is neat! I haven't even been out here for over a year, and I didn't make it...quite this far." He looked around admiringly. "This is a nice house!"
  17. The battered supervillain awoke with a start. Reb opened his eyes and looked around craftily, before seemed resigned to his fate as he focused on the group of young heroes above him. Dropping his head back to the dirt beneath his head, he said out loud, "Captain Theodore Eastland, United States Army, Serial Number 43044-A. And that's all I'm saying till I see my lawyer." His Southern-accented voice cracked with age despite his relatively youthful appearance, Eastland had evidently sung this song many times before. "You...you shut up, you bastard!" spat Edge, looking quite incensed at the former hero turned most dastardly of villains. "You don't deserve that title or that number. What were you trying to do here, anyway, pick a fight with people even stupider than you are?" Come to think of it, it was strange that 'Johnny Reb' had attacked people who were putatively his allies in particular. "Think what you want, liberal," sneered Reb. "They're probably the ones who killed that girl, anyway."
  18. It was tough to tell precisely how Summers felt about that, but he certainly didn't seem displeased with her answer. He shook her hand and welcomed her again to the school, then ushered her out into his outer office where Sharl was waiting for her. The electronic teen put away his iTablet at her approach and stood up, giving her a little wave. "Hey, I guess you got that taken care of. I'm sure you're real tired, so why don't I walk you over to the dorms? There are probably lots of girls on your floor right now who'd like a chance to meet a new student."
  19. "No, I don't think so," said Rao, shaking her head. "I think Jervis and I have both been embarrassed enough for today." She gave him a thin smile. "Goodbye, Jervis. You did give me an evening I won't soon forget," she quoted, "but not the one I'd hoped for." At her words, Terra-King nodded silently and turned to leave, letting the others climb off the beetle onto Gaian Knight's platform before he and the Sub-Terrans made their departure, the dwarfish little creatures now singing a regretful song of mourning for their king. As he helped tend to the doctor, who was now well enough to stand as they headed back for the surface, Sharl made a note to avoid underground adventures where the Sub-Terrans might appear. They were...a little weird.
  20. Feeling guilty for making his friends upset, Mark quietly tagged along, fighting the coward's urge to flee and leave them to handle this evidently unwelcome situation alone. I'll just stay in a corner and out of the way, he thought as he followed them up the sidewalk towards the house. Mark wasn't much given to introspection, but even he had to remember the last time (well, the only time) he'd visited this particular building. It really makes you think how life turns on a dime. One universe to the right, this place is a morgue, one universe to the left, Erin and I are having a baby...man, that was a weird universe! I wonder if we could visit there again someday....
  21. As was his natural inclination, Sharl tried to access the school's computer as they walked, since opening up that connection was at least as natural as this talking and walking thing. He was using his little projector for today, one that let him keep his hands free as he pulled out what looked like an iTablet and began tapping away with the little stylus: unfortunately, the school's computers turned out to be made of sterner stuff than he'd realized. If they're made by the same people who made Claremont's computers, I guess that's not too surprising... He put the pad away and tried to look attentive during the tour, sticking close to his wounded roomate along the way.
  22. "...I don't know, talk to your parents?" asked Mark, looking stricken. Erin and Trevor looked much more annoyed with him than he'd expected. It was obvious he hadn't entirely thought this one through. "Or, um, introduce Trevor to them!" he hazarded. "And Charlie too!" He looked at Trevor and winced, "Yeah, I guess I should have looked at that first." He thought for a minute, then brightened. "I know! I'll go get your shoes and...wait, no, I'd have to ditch you guys for that. Even better idea! Now hold still!" He snapped his fingers, and suddenly Erin and Trevor were both nattily dressed: Erin in the purple blouse and slacks she'd been wearing in the Midnight Manor last time Mark had seen her there, and Trevor in a black suit and tie, complete with shiny black leather shoes. "Bam, there's some clothes. I've been working on making them for charity, but this seems to work for you guys. And for Trevor..." He pulled, as if from nothing, a black fedora. "Here you go! I memorized your size and everything."
  23. "Yeah, the fill-in stories were starting to get really weird," agreed Mark. "She had to come back in and say the whole Andie wedding story was an imaginary fable, and then she had to send Sharona off to that monastery on the West Coast..." He hmmed for a moment, picking up on his friend's tension about her family, and got a really neat idea. "Hey, you know what, I think there's another present I can give you guys." Charlie the kitten had abandoned his post at the clock for a moment and crawled up on Mark's lap, and he happily petted the little kitten for a moment before standing up and handing him to Erin. "What if, for your birthday, you guys," Mark had been practicing his emergency teleports with UNISON agents so he could be used for evacuations in disaster situations, fast, subtle warps in the fabric of space that could transport a whole group of people at one. And so it was, with a flash of light and swirl of inky ripples in the air, the trio of teens vanished, along with Erin's cat, and reappeared on an all-too-familiar suburban front lawn. "went to Seattle? Ta-da!" he exclaimed, waving his arm towards the familiar face of the White house, looking far more intact than the last time they'd seen it: indeed, the neighborhood around them was a bustling, populated suburb on a festive fall morning, one just waking up to start the day at a little after seven local time.
  24. "It certainly is," said Mark, who looked quite pleased at the good reception his gift had gotten. "I'm glad you like it, Erin!" He smiled, looking pretty darn happy. "And hopefully Charlie will like it as much as Oliver liked that pillow...I got my mom a big box of Swiss chocolates, but that's just cause she likes to snack while she's drawing." He knew his mom's status wasn't something his friends and fellow survivors of the last Terminus incursion really liked to dwell on, so instead he changed the subject. "Have you heard anything from your folks in Seattle, Erin?" he asked her. "Did they call you or anything this year"
  25. Though Sharl talked a lot about his missions with Miss Americana to the rest of Young Freedom, particularly since she was so awesome, he wasn't sure exactly how he'd describe this one. Man, uh, maybe I'm better off without a girlfriend for a few years... "Yeah, uh, you don't want to go this far to have to impress a date anyway," said Sharl who'd watched a lot of Earth movies since his arrival. "If a girl can't appreciate you for who you are, you can do better anyway." Terra-King looked away and muttered "I don't need your pity, boy." He looked back, though, and said to the others, with a little more of the grace and dignity of a king, his subjects now beginning to rally around the beetle, listening to the conversation above that most of them could not see. "You all could easily have dragged me away in chains and furthered my humiliation. For that, I am in your debt."
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