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  1. I rolled pretty crappily the first time, so here (via HP) is a 32 instead
  2. 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."
  3. 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."
  4. 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!
  5. 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.
  6. 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.
  7. 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.
  8. 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.
  9. 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!"
  10. 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."
  11. 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."
  12. "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.
  13. 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....
  14. 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.
  15. "...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."
  16. "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.
  17. "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"
  18. 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."
  19. "I can fly, and interface with computers, and make myself solid to you," agreed Sharl, a little amused at the girl's interest. Surrounded by people with powers, he didn't often get the chance to be the center of attention. "I can do more when I'm inside a computer, of course, because that's actually where I'm from..." They reached the Claremont campus about then, the two young people following the headmaster onto first the parking lot, then into the Jasmine Summers administration building. The school was very pretty in the fall, its orange and red leaves a bouquet on every tree. Headmaster Summers took the tour over at that juncture and invited Glow into his spartan office, where he had a talk with her about the school and its expectations. He was a serious old man with a level gaze and firm voice, but didn't seem humorless either. When he was done, he told her "This will be a challenging experience for you, both academically and physically. But you will emerge stronger for the experience."
  20. "Well," said Sharl, by now used to giving this explanation. "Telepaths can't read my mind because I don't have an organic brain like you do. Or anything else, for that matter. I'm a synthetic intelligence," he told her, "the heroine Miss Americana found me on the Internet, built a mobile emitter for me to interact with people, and sent me to Claremont. So how some artificial intelligences have mechanical bodies, I'm all electronic." He demonstrated by passing his hand through the door, slipping his hand through like a ghost while staying securely in his seat, balancing his briefcase-sized emitter on his lap. "As for what you need to know, well...what was your old school like?" he asked her.
  21. It took Cannonade only a few moments to recognize the bruised figure underneath the mask; Theodore Eastland, aka Johnny Reb, the fallen hero turned Nazi stooge who had betrayed the legacy of the heroes of World War II so brutally! Close enough to recognize the man himself, Edge looked sick for a moment before managing to say, "Better tie his hands, he's really strong, and as fast as Wander. Bastard," he added with venom unusual for the easy-going team. "My grandpa Jimmy told me Johnny Reb used to collect Japanese skulls and send them home to his fan club. Look at him, he barely looks forty."
  22. "I'm...I'm all right," said Rao. "I just saw that thing coming up out of the ground and coming for me, and I must admit that I fainted," she added, putting a hand to the side of her head. She paused a moment, taking in the scene around her, before her attention focused on Terra-King. "...OH. So you are undergroundking1066." She fell silent for a moment as she processed this new information. "So all that you said about liking club music, that was false," said, sounding more than a little annoyed. "Your name was not because of your musical tastes, but because you live underground-" "No, I swear! I have all those noise rock albums you mentioned! The name was a double-pun, a double one!" Rao sighed, and shook her head, shooting a look at the heroes around her for support before she spoke to the villain. "Jervis, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can date you. A man has to be honest with a woman if he seeks to win her heart, and you have not been honest with me." The king of the Sub-Terrans looked away and sighed heavily. "I...I suppose you're right. I'm sorry about the mess. I just...I just wanted to impress you with how cool my ride was."
  23. The Old Fens Mission turned out to be a gorgeous treasure trove of Freedom City architecture, that is if your tastes ran to urban decay. Though some squatters had entered the place over the years, leaving behind gang tags and other signs of inhabitance, the building's relatively recent abandonment and its spiritual status meant most of the locals had thought twice about tampering with it. No sooner had they gotten through the fairly mundane freight doors in the back than they walked into what had once been a large church library; the books had been saved, many to the community library Sharl had left, but the shelves still rotted high on the walls, and pallid stone angels and their gargoyle companions leered inquisitively down at the teens as they studied the room. The rest of the floor seemed cut in a similar style, all dramatic Church architecture now fallen into disrepair: some of the interior stained glass panels were even largely intact! Sharl cast his flashlight about in fascination, making a note to build himself a flashlight built directly into his program as soon as he could: a physical light was as much a hinderance as help. "Wow...this is so WEIRD!" All this space, abandoned and gone to rot, was as alien as the Terran architecture itself.
  24. "Yeah," said Mark excitedly, moving over there so he could show her how it worked. "It's original, straight from Switzerland. I asked some of the local agents for a good place to shop, and they recommended the craftsman." He demonstrated its operation by setting it up on a nearby table, the clock's "voice" in this case being a jaunty-looking blue cuckoo carved in wood, wearing a Tyrolean cap to complete the alpine look. "I wanted to give you something that would make you think of me, and what better than a cuckoo clock! Since I work in Switzerland," he added without missing a beat. "I figured you could use a wakeup call that didn't rely on batteries."
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