Supercape

Switching to Hyperdimensional array, mainly to stop him brain frying (although it is probably a bit singed) Alt Form Hyper Dimensional (Enhanced normal dimensions) (8+12+10=30) Immovable 8 (Resist movement +16, Knockback -4, Extras: Unstoppable) [8 PP] Impervious Toughness 12 [12 PP] Super Strength 5 (Additional +25 STR) [10 PP] So hopefully they wont be able to stab him! (and he can maintain hyperdimensional for several minutes safely)

Captain Cosmos Villains! Thieves! Theft was bad enough, but stealing these powerful items? They would almost certainly end up in the wrong hands and be put to nefarious and malign use. Buddy had a vague recollection of the heroes and their powers - he couldn't recall anything nuclear in destructive potential, but still... He flew 1right up to them, became solid, and held up a finger. "Villains! Thieves!" It was a satisfying articulation of his thoughts. "Cease! Those capes and costumes are property of the city, and dangerous! What business have you with them? Nothing good, I should wager!"

Its a fair point. Reduced Alt Form to 15 PP instead of 20 PP (Freeing up 5 PP) Pumping 3 of those PP into boosting Saves (+6 Fort, +12 Reflex, +12 Will now) Adding Power: Super senses 2 (Visual Counters Concealment) [2 PP]

Snakebite The tension in Cassandra's shoulders eased slightly. "I am no prisoner then? I can leave when I want?" "How long is too long?" The thought of treasure evaporated. Whatever her greed - for glory not gold - it was naught compared to her curiosity. "Then I shall stay for now. Gold, greed, they are not the sum of me. I wish to meet the loremaster, or whoever he is. Someone who knows the past better than me is someone worth meeting. He knows of my own past? Then doubly so... but..." "The professor? Is he safe here? I must see him too..." And, she thought to herself, who is this Yeti. Who is he really? This calm philosopher was not the maddened beast she had seen his visions. This version she trusted, but could she trust this Yeti to remain true to this nature?

Probably a fair bit? Ill take 10 on that - add +16 for current events, +6 for pop culture and +2 for history. My guess is pop culture is probably the most appropriate, unless the retirement was super recent (current events) or decades ago (history)

Going transdimensional... Alt Form:Transdimensional (Bypass normal dimensional contraints) (16+8+6 = 30 PP) Supermovement 8 (Dimensional 2 [Alternate Dimensiona], Space Travel 3 [Fast Interstellar], Permeate 3 [Full speed]) [16 PP] Supersenses 8 (Visual Penetrates [4], Auditory Penetrates [4]) [8 PP] Flight 6 (Stacks with normal flight for Flight 11, 25000mph, Flaws: Levitation) "Gravity hitching" [5 PP] So he can move through the walls and ceiling and also see and hear through them! However, this state rapidly drains in his mental health so he wont stay long - but still, he may start dipping into paranoia! In case its needed - notice roll... 25

Captain Cosmos Maybe it had, maybe it had not... But Buddy swiped the helmet off, eyes wide, the first trace of sweat on his brow. "This is a job for..." A quick glance around - nobody watching - "Captain Cosmos!" In the blink of an eye, he had changed into the suit, mask and cape of Buddy Brand, and floated in the air. "Always wanted to say that..." he muttered to himself, with a wry smile. He could sweep into action, sure, but he wanted to know what was really happening before charging in like a drug fuelled rhino. He didn't like going trans-dimensional, but... His figure blurred around the edges, as the mind and flesh of Captain Cosmos strode into vast unknown higher dimensions. It would be a strain on his mental health - for sure, but if he was quick, maybe not so bad. He quickly flew closer to the two men, bypassing solid matter (walls, ceilings, fake potted plants), and trying to listen in...

Haven Haven had been around Emerald City (in both meat and cyberspace) to recognise Max Mars. His silicon memory systems didn't let him forget much. Mars. Red Planet. It made sense. Whatever else was going on, somebody - the architect of this world - sure had a sense for the symbolic. Haven approved. "The Emerald Tower. The Wizard... hmmm...." A moment of reflection. "That must be in this cyberspace. The Emerald Tower?" He looked back to the Lion. "Where is that? And who is the Wizard?"

GM "I am no fan of the Rattus Rattus," said the Professor, wrinkling his nose. "Lamentably, it comes with the job. Professor of history, and so on." "So, we must swallow our disgust, hmm? Swallow it right down in to the pits of one stomach, and proceed. Also..." He pulled out, from his waistcoat, a small tin of snuff, placed a few sprinkles on the crease in his hand, and sniffed it up both nostrils. "I come prepared. Want some?" He offered the tin to the young King. "As for your dry cleaning, if, mayhap, your clothes are indeed regal rather than the inferior fabrics which they appear to be - yes, my interests include textiles - then I will of course pay for a new set. And perhaps, if as I suspect they are cheap knock offs, I will outfit you with something more suitable. I confess I am not known for my generous nature, but there is something rather fascinating about you. I think I appreciate the brazen narcissism. Yes, consider me your benefactor for a new set of clothes. Purple, of course. I am a man of reasonable means." His eyes cast down to the grate. "I think this is the portal to the cursed sewers. How we proceed? I think this is where we must think on our feet, young child. Can you concoct a sufficient potion from this position, or must we go deeper into the pits of hell?"

A quick note - the old Haven sheet (which can be archived) was update with PP, not the new one https://www.freedomplaybypost.com/topic/14357-haven/

Captain Cosmos "Don't sweat it. Good job is a good job. And to be honest, I don't know if I want a promotion. Too much stress. I drink too much coffee and eat to many pastries as is. My heart will give out..." And besides, he was busy as Captain Cosmos. Mid level fame was about as much as he could afford. He took up the helmet and peered into the eyes. Was this what he had missed? It was an impressive piece of technology, for sure. And looked pretty cool. Yeah, he should bring it back... ...but first... He had to try it on! The helmet was begging him to do it. Just for size. See what it would do. And then he could take it to the museum!

Pitch "FIRE ME UP!" Carmen Canto applied the mental thumbscrews to Tazel, the demon residing in her belly, who mentally spat back but complied. Tazel was not in the best of moods since he had been swallowed up again by Carmen. He had - so nearly - broken free. Broken the Canto Cane that bound him. Where was it now? In the hands of some half tiger youngling. But he was forced to comply, and comply he did, stretching his infernal smoke through Carmen, turning her into the one and only Pitch! She tore down the motorway at reckless speed, atop her motorcycle, shotgun holstered one side, black metal chain the other, the exhaust pluming out black, livid smoke. Her eyes blazed. With an elegant and dramatic screech, she pulled up to the church, looking every inch the infernalist superhero. Smoking hot. Boots, torn t shirt, gothic rings on fisted fingers. "Demon's beware!" she yelled, wisps of smoke coming from smiling mouth. Perhaps she should have looked up the church, the Profanorum, in some dusty library. But Pitch wasn't the patient type. The church - a slight problem, perhaps? Tazel couldn't enter churches. He would be ejected from her body, and not in a nice way, if she entered. But, by the looks of it, this church wasn't really a place of worship. Not any more. She had seen more gambling dens that were more holy than this place.

Thankyou!

GM "A fight? Are you kidding me?" The chief gritted his teeth and sucked his cheeks. "Sweet Jesus son of Mary. I mean, I guessed it was gonna be some kind of turd soup, but a fight? Everyone's going to be all over this. Media too?" He cast his eyes over the snowy planes. "What a day to be a Fire Chief. Look, son, you look like the kinda guy who will do the right thing, even if pen pushers tell you to do the wrong thing. So what I am telling you is..." His eyes shifted left and right, scanning for onlookers. Their appeared to be none. "There werent any tracks when we arrived. And if there were tracks, they have been covered by the snow now. And if there were tracks, which there weren't, they would have been headed to the direction of the WEST science station, which isnt just east of here..." He scratched his jawline. "WEST. World exotic science taskforce. They try to clean up hazardous science before the hazardous science cleans up all of us. They tend to like remote places. I can guess why... They have a small outstation in Alaska. But its not on any map."

Captain Cosmos Buddy munched on a Danish pastry, he sipped on a black coffee. He chewed the inside of his cheek, wondering how he had done. He had that nagging sense he had missed something, some nugget of gold that had slipped his gaze. He had pestered the crew, trying to work out what they might have done better. Pestered them too much, probably. Buddy was in that funny position in media. He was good. Clearly and undeniably good. But he wasn't one of the greats. He was good enough to have no particular reason to worry about getting fired, but this was the cut throat world of media. Just a bit better and he would be in that enviable position of too valuable to let go. Instead, he was sackable, but without any reason to be sacked. A solid B+ kind of guy. Nobody wanted to fire him, but they could, if they wanted to. He devoured the rest of the pastry and rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry guys," he said to the crew. "I know we did a good job, but it didn't really sparkle. But hey, you can't get a masterpiece with every piece, right? We wrapped it up. Good job..." It wasn't his best pep talk. But he gave a good smile. And, at the end of the day, his crew trusted Buddy. Buddy was one of the good guys, not ready to knife you in the back to get a better job. Still, the feeling nagged Buddy. Did he miss something?

Thanks Poncho!

Thanks Poncho, let me know when Cap is up

Gamma Buzz "And I can climb up walls!" said Baz, quickly. To demonstrate the point, he scuttled up a wall, and then on to the ceiling. "But more importantly, I am Gamma Buzz! Which means I can emit high doses of mainly non lethal radiation!" He glowed, a virulent green shine. And, to keep things relatively non-threatening, quickly killed the radioactive aura. "Don't worry, it's entirely almost safe. None of my friends has caught cancer. Probably. Unfortunately I don't have X-ray vision so I can't tell. Not for sure anyway." With another elegant flip, he tumbled back to the floor "Tada! I can confidently assure you I am the most powerful radioactive insect hero on campus!" he said, proudly, puffing out his chest with cockroach-lungs and putting his hands on his hips. This looks a pretty cool power pose! He thought to himself.

Feel free to narrate that

GM And so... The professor did indeed where wellington boots, and changed into somewhat cheaper clothes (tweed would not do), although he still sported a waistcoat and carried an elegant (and expensive, no doubt) umbrella. The building was a mess of cracked bricks just by the old and rusted railways of Freedom City. A forgotten place from a forgotten time. A few vagrants noted their passing. Maybe one, or two, contemplated trying their luck with either begging or mugging, but there was something in the stiffness of the Professors walk, the sterness of his gaze, that stopped them. Or maybe it was his young and regal companion. The old apothecary was in danger of collapsing on their hands. A thousand holes seemed to provide passage for a thousand rats. Opening the rotten wooden door was difficult, for it seemed to fall apart rather than open. In any case, access was easy. The place was dust and cobwebs, and rat excrement. And yet despite that the smell of old chemicals prevailed. Intact and broken bottles lined rotten shelves, and scattered the floor. Strange colourful fluids had dried on every surface. And in the centre was what appeared to be a rusty grill that lead downwards. A most awful stench bubbled forth....

GM Huckleberry was more than happy to lead Luke through the detritus of the trailer park (both the non-human and human detritus). Once he crawled through a few rusted and abandoned trailers, Luke soon got to the source of the problem. The problem kind of crawled up your nose. Or, more accurately, hammered up your noise with the force of a cannon. Even the rats were avoiding this. Fetid, purple-green water (if it was water) was bubbling up from beneath one of the rusted trailers. It oozed, it seeped, and even the most resilient grasses had decided to give up around it. A few suspicious fungi had tried to feed, and with some success. "There you go!" said Huckleberry, proudly, holding his nose. On closer inspection, it looked like the bubbling waters were coming from below - and below, it seemed there was a ruined sewer. With a stout nose and stout stomach, one could plow through the muck and it to the broken tunnels underneath the trailer park.

Gamma Buzz With all the whizzing super speed, Baltazar found it hard to keep up with what was happening, even with his amazing cockroach-reflexes. His head spun left, spun right, and his antennae trembled. How could anything be so fast? It was befuddling. "Spaceman. Plan. Powers. Got it!" he said, putting up a cockroach thumb to Torpedo Lass. "Clear as mud on a moonless night. And thanks to my amazing cockoach-intelligence, I cockroach-understand exactly what is going on, and what to do!" His antennae twitched. "Look, don't tell the others but I dont have a clue what is happening. But if you need me, I am there. So grab me, point me, and I'll release a gamma blast like you never saw!"

EDIT(because missed Sailors post! d'oh!) Going to go along with plan although Baz is out of his depth! So basically Baz is going to jump in Torpedo-Lasses arms and ready an EXTRA EFFORT Gamma Vision blast for when she says fire!!! Thats right, the Cockroach Kid is now Torpedo Lasses personal handgun! :0

Gamma Buzz "Hi hi! Yes indeed, I am going to be putting in a...er...different level of effort into my studies this year. Especially maths, where you can be sure I will appropriately modify my level of effort!" He puffed his chest, tweaked his antennae, and made every effort to look like a proud and diligent pupil. He doubted Lawrence or Michael would fall for such swagger, but maybe the new students would - and he was pretty sure he should set a good example for them, and not let them know that being a raspcallion was great fun. Which it was, even if it shouldnt be. "Anyway I am going to learn about fancy computers and electronics this year. Got to prepare for the real world and my plan to host a secret cockroach radio station did I say that out aloud I hope not its meant to be a secret."

Spore Harpers face was clearly crestfallen at the lack of kitchen. Back at the Vineyard they had a francophile approach; anyone was welcome at the kitchen, and Harper had been cooking for a couple of years. She was no chef, but she knew how to make a good meal. And she had packed plenty of herbs and spices. Her shoulders sagged. But! She knew how to speak Spanish. "Espanol!" she said to La Puma. "*At least I can practice speaking with my tongue!*" Fluent, she told herself. Fluent-ish. OK maybe she needed a bit of practice. Maybe she was a bit rusty. But she had spent plenty of time in France and Spain as a kid. Vineyard family. "Playstation? Sure..." she said to King Cole III. "I mean, if its allowed. I heard some rumour somewhere that someone played a computer game on campus and it burned down a tree or something..."