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Trevor's arm wrapped around Erin's waist, leaning backward slightly as he drew her closer, legs tangling loosely under the bubbling water. He ignored the peanut gallery with suitable aplomb, but by the time they broke away he was flushed darkly for entirely different reasons. He spent another long moment with a grin broad enough to show teeth before he was finally able to direct his attention elsewhere. "Sorry, big guy, the codpiece does nothing for me," he deadpanned distractedly as he tried to remember what he was supposed to be doing. "Hrrn, guess I'm asking Alex, then. Truth or Dare?"

Jack of all Blades 3PP - Three more ranks of Sidekick, for a total of 33 (18 + 15 Veteran Reward) 1PP - One more rank of Attack Focus (Melee), for a total of 7. That gives him Attack +7 Base, +14 Melee, +20 Swords 2PP - Swordsmanship Supremacy 1 (Probability Control, Flaws: Limited 2 [swordsmanship]) [2pp] Jill O'Cure Those extra ranks of Sidekick give her another 15PP, and I'm going to move her up to PL11. 2PP - Two more points of Constitution, for a total of 14 (+2). That gives her Toughness: +6 (+2 Con, +2 Defensive Roll, +2 Costume) 1PP - One more rank of Attack Focus (Melee), for a total of 3. That gives her Attack +4 Base, +7 Melee, +11 Disease Touch 1PP - One more point of Fortitude, for a total of +7 (+2 Con, +5) 1PP - One more rank of Dodge Focus for a total of 8. That gives her Defense: +16 (+8 Base, +8 Dodge Focus), +4 Flat-Footed 1PP - One more rank of Evasion for a total of 2. 1PP - Fearless 1PP - Power Attack 2PP - Immunity 2 (disease, poison) [2PP] 3PP - Add 3PP to her Biological Manipulation Array: That also changes her DC Block to: ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC15 Toughness (Staged) Damage Disease Touch Touch DC21 Fortitude (Staged) Drain Fortitude Touch DC26 Fortitude (Staged) Damage That leaves her at 163/165; I'm going to leave the remaining 2PP unassigned until I increase her PL again, if that's alright. Geez3r'd (09:36:46) Geez3r: Huh (09:36:54) Geez3r: just noticed an error for Jill O'Cure (09:37:04) Geez3r: She's 10 points underbudget (09:37:28) Geez3r: when they added up the point total they used 28 points in Saves rather than the true 18

Midnight II Gonna spend all 9PP on a third rank of Gadgets! [b]Gadgets 3[/b] (Utility Coat & Belt; 15pp Variable Power, Any Power, Multiple Powers At Once, [i]Extras:[/i] Action [Free], Duration [Continuous], [i]Flaws:[/i] Hard-To-Lose) [27pp] Also, increase his Height to 6'2" and his Weight to 165 lbs, and add the Complications: Geez3r'd

Knowledge [Tech], Knowledge [History] (1d20=6, 1d20=5) Hahaha... Jack can Auto hit 20 with Skill Mastery on Notice.

"Why I...?" Trevor blinked in surprise, leaning back slightly. "Thought you knew," he told her apologetically, feeling a stab of guilt for not having made it clear as he reached out and took her hand in his. "Erin, you are so strong. You face every challenge head on and don't stop until it's done. You know how bad things can get, you know there's no guarantees, and you stand up anyway. I..." The young man let a short, fast breath out of the corner of his mouth, a trail of mist accompanying it as he marshaled his feelings into words. "I'm used to people... giving up. On me. You're okay when I don't have anything to say, okay with the silence, when I'm distracted by some project or case or gadget." He ran his free hand through his dark hair with a chagrined look. "Honestly? Remember the first time you showed me the Doom Room, that simulation with the Grue? The big one was going to crush me and you just came out of nowhere and took the hit. It was... it's silly, but that was pretty much it for me. I was done, right there."

Trevor went still, turning very slowly to meet Erin's grinning expression. On the one hand, choosing 'dare' was probably the safer choice, despite Mike's stated philosophy. Then again, the theme of the night seemed to be running in the opposite direction. Even in his light headed state, he hesitated, unsure of his own ability to say the right thing. Ultimately, though, it was Erin he had to put is trust in, and that was easily done. "Truth," he responded, the corner of his mouth twitching upward.

Trevor dimly regretted joking about Mark's extensive collection when his friend revealed his favourite piece; he'd been noticeably more prone to melancholy sentiments since his father's departure, something the dark haired young man could relate to all too easily. He was abruptly distracted fro that train of thought by the game's next question and Erin's response. Reflexively looking over his shoulder, he blinked a few times as he turned back around. "Never buying shirts that fit again."

"What?! Hey, where are you--" Blaise's objection was drowned out as Geckogirl took off with a prodigious bound. "Augh! Geckie, get your butt back here so I can cut off the rest of your clooooothes!" the younger girl shouted at the top of her lungs. It took a moment for her to realize that the crowd that had gathered to the sound of lighting bolts and demolished walls was staring at her. Placing a hand on her hip, she addressed one of the closer civilians, a business man with a receding hairline. "Oh, like you've never tried to keep things fresh." Firing her grapple again, she followed after her beseiged friend as quickly as she could.

Alright, Emma's going to move all-out after Cassie using her grapple. There isn't any Speed on it, so that's just 120', but I think she gets +2 to her Defense since it's a movement power, mitigating some of her lost dodge bonus.

"Nhh," Trevor groaned good naturedly, covering half his face with his free hand so that only a silver of his subtle smile was visible. "Why? Why would you do that? We'll be here all night while he decides between that working Omegadrone pike and the complete set of Freedom Eagle themed collectible spoons." The dare component he had fewer concerns about; even inebriated, he suspected Mark could recite the Freedom League roster in reverse alphabetical order while walking a straight line and touching his nose with alternating index fingers.

"It's not so much that," Jill admitted as she took a seat across from Erin, breaking out her knife and fork. "My mom's in a wheelchair, she's not an invalid. I've just, y'know, I've got stuff and..." With a sigh, the teenage girl poked at half a strawberry with her utensil. "...and I'm not really used to making time to hang out with friends. Just gotta suck it up and get over it, obviously."

"Oh, sure, logic," Jill grumbled as she followed quickly after Erin, retrieving a tray of her own. "Well, it's not like I can't be found," she pointed out insistently. "I'm at the brownstone a lot of the time, you know where that is." She retrieved a pair of waffles, considered for a split second and pile another two squares onto the stack before moving onto the fruits. "You're right though; I should try to be around here more if I can."

Oh slagging nertz! Blaise though as she realized what was happening. Just think, what would Cassie do... if she could move, I mean. Leaping from the billboard, the young swordswoman backflipped through the air to plant her free hand on a passing hovercar before springing off again. "Right, 'cause running away totally sounds like me," she called sarcastically throughout her acrobatic display. "Just hang on, and try not to move too much!" Without warning, she was abruptly in striking range, the Three-Flames Katana lashing forward five times with graceful precision. With a molten sizzle, green and gold metal slid from its place as the 'G' emblem on the older girl's chest clattered to the ground in pieces, leaving a jagged 'B' shaped hole in the battlesuit.

"Shadows tend to get... darker when I'm around," Trevor explained dryly. If Liz hadn't been such an excellent judge of character, she might have thought there was a subtle undercurrent of smug satisfaction to the statement. In response to her question, he nodded deeply enough to border on a stiff bow and gestured with one hand for her to lead the way back to the hanger to examine the returned airship.

Blaise O'Glory Move Action: Feint Network! Move Action Feint. (1d20+10=29) Standard Action: Attack the possessed geckosuit! Three-Flames Katana Power Attack 1. (1d10+10=19) That's DC 21!

Jack took a step back from opened crate a craned his neck, scanning the rest of the room. "Couple dozen, at least. More than enough to make for a really bad day." The athletic masked man produced a utilitarian lighter from the pocket of his jeans, rolling it contemplatively about his hand. "I can toast these, but I'm guessing those fancy double As need some more delicate disposal, and it doesn't much help long term if somebody's got a supplier."

Trevor sputtered as though he'd swallowed something poorly as he regarded the materialized outfit with a mix of horror and amusement. It certainly put Erin's pink shoes in stark perspective. Recovering, he gave Mike a serious look. "The flames will make you go faster. That's science," he deadpanned with a sage nod. "And you can't argue with science, Mike. You just can't."

Replacing his fedora atop his concealed face, Midnight deftly caught the tossed disk in one hand as he drew one of his escrima sticks from is holster with the other. "Good talk," he said genuinely with a small, vague salute, his voice echoing through the gas filter. "Cheers. Back soon." Inky mist was already starting to slip from the ends of his sleeves as he tapped the beacon's button, winking away and leaving a small clouds of dark vapour in his wake.

"It usually just-- hey!" The construct moved to swing down between Jill and the hurled cutlery, but Supercape's aim still proved true as the spoon struck one of the two spheres squarely. It immediately rebounded from the force field and sailed away again, heading with unfortunate accuracy to bounce into the shoulder of their dozing host on the couch. Wincing, the coltish teen cast an accusatory glare in the older heroes direction.

"Well, yeah, dude. Magic. Kinda the textbook definition there, with the physics breaking." Jill expanded the globe, then created a second, identical duplicate, letting each one float above one of her spread hands. A thinner beam emerged to connect the two, forming a cartoonish dumbbell. Grasping the interconnecting bar, the lean girl made a show of lifting the construct over her head. "I mean, it'll stop a bullet in its tracks, but..." She released one hand, keeping the shimmering object raised with the other, then released it as well, letting it float in the air of its own accord.

"Regular mugger?" Trevor asked, clearly missing the point Alex was trying to make. Rising to his feet and setting aside his coffee cup once more, the lanky teen held his beaten fedora in one hand while he produced a carefully folded mask from a compartment in his unassuming belt with the other. "Just send me over; take two minutes, tops." He rested one foot atop his chair lightly, revealing the escrima stick holstered underneath his pant leg.

"Well, that's mostly just 'cause I don't trust people," Jill replied glibly, glancing over to Erin when she realized the other girl's concerns deserved a more serious reply. "Hey, it's not like I'm wearing a mask to class. Says 'Jill Pique', right on my student card," she lied by omission. "But I don't really want random people to know where my family sleeps, either. Taking college prep lit together doesn't exactly make somebody my bestie."

"Right, the ear guy," Jack confirmed absently, still concentrating. "Gotta be able to get a feel for the stuff before I can make a sword out of it. Gets kinda muddled sometimes, though; I can recognize stuff I've felt before but it's still a little... abstract." The metamagi cracked his neck in each direction and rolled his shoulders. Seeing Bombshell finish changing, he fished around in his coat and withdrew his customary bandanna mask, a deep royal blue rather than the crimson he'd favoured when they'd first met, along with hit black wig. He had both on in short order, and set the jacket aside to reveal his sleeveless white shirt along with bare, athletic arms crisscrossed with a smattering of light scars, nearly all of which were too faint to be obvious in the dim light. It wasn't exactly a greatcoat and bodysuit, but once he pulled a rapier out of thin air, most people weren't looking at his clothes. "It's in the crates, anyway. There, there... there. A bunch of them. Somebody's moving something, and it's not pretty pictures."

"Tch, yeah yeah..." Jill scoffed, rolling her eyes and smiling a little in spite of herself. Supercape still struck her as basically a ridiculous fop, but at least he was an upbeat and well meaning ridiculous fop. He also seemed to actually know what he was talking about; the teenager had to admit she'd be foolish to ignore his advice out of hand. "Well, I've been figuring out my capabilities, but it's a little tough to pin down specific numbers."

"Be polite not to look," Trevor pointed out with something approximating a muted, pleased grin pulling at one side of his face as the remains of the small cloud of midnight mist dissipated. Giving Erin's hand a brief squeeze under the bubbling water, he relaxed visibly, his free arm resting on the the edge of the tub. The new dare elicited a few baritone chuckles from the stoic youth. "Heh. Sparkle pants..."