Supercape

So deactivating the door alarms and unlocking the door (let's consider that together for ease) is DC30 from the outside or DC 20 from the inside (I.e if frost slips through) of course you may have other tricks and ideas up your sleeve! Happy to play out the outside with dreadnought but with that funky perform roll we can assume you get a good advantage in a distraction So we don't need to ?

GM Despite the age of the mansion, all brick and wood, there was absolutely nothing wrong with its security systems. The Duke was cunning; on the outside of the walls it looked like a very present but in euxceptional security system... precisely designed to deter the casual burglar but lull the dedicated their into a false sense of security. In the grounds, hidden high tech cameras were everywhere and it was a mixture of most astute eyes and luck that allowed Voin and Frost to creep through. Splendid gardens they were, too. Including the extravagance of some stables. Now, they faced the mansion itself. Locked and alarmed. A possible problem for Voin although the doors and windows were not airtight. Easy for cold most to slip through....

GM Feedstock seemed to relax after a fashion. In the way a sword fell into a scabbard with fingers still gripped on its hilt. The immediate danger of it being swung or thrust was muted. But it was still sharp. "That was some crazy trip" he said, slow and smooth. "I never had a gig like that before, But I did it, got paid, and of story. Why, what happened after?"

Where is fax driving too? And I guess with mimic deactivated?

Echohead Well that was interesting... Umberto had bad a sheltered life and the various thoughts of the ship owner had sundered that shelter. He would never look at spandex the same way. He hoped the sarab wasn't wearing any... That small dive, on the river's edge... That was the best bet... And he made the man Farrell, walking out of the shop to bring the scaran up to speed...

Actually a sense motive would be good ? the interaction with him is however do plot related that no diplomacy or bluff unless you are specifically bluffing

GM Despite the most unusual of circusmtance, there were two extremely ill (critically, in fact) policemen in front of them, and in such a situation the well drilled operation kicked in. Stabilise. Canulas and drips went in, bloods taken, and before you knew it, the men were out of danger. True, badly injured and needing a cart load of medical care, but alive. "You did a good job, son. I mean...er....whoever you are....Bandageboy? Mr, Mummy?" said an upbeat paramedic as the policemen got wheeled into the Intensibe care of the hospital.

For saving the cops! Fax - 3 HP - Unharmed

GM Skulll, for his part, leant over the side of the penthouse aghast at the scene. "What? It didn't work? I'm truly fu---" A gust of wind spurred Alex and the police officers further away and out of earshot. Alas, he could not hear Mr. Skulll protest about how fudged he was. And it did seem that he was fudged. Royally fudged. Fortunately it was not far to the nearest hospital, at least by gliding over traffic (even at this time of night, this was Freedom City. there was traffic). He landed elegantly just outside, to the aghast and amazed faces of the paramedics and health staff outside. One drunkard with a black eye and bleeding nose from falling in his face, dramatically dropped his last brown bag containing his last bottle of industrial cleaning alcohol. He might just be turning over a new leaf...

So thats all good, but the HQ here has a defence system! Nauseate 5 and Lethal Damage 5 (Fort Save) effect as his organs and systems gets rearranged. Normally this would be rank 10 but given the nature of his mimicry (and hocus pocus magic stuff) lets half the effect!

GM "What the hell? Is this the revenge of the mummy? A really fat mummy?" gasped Skulll as he caught sight of Alex. Skull stumbled back, aghast at the site and aflood with panic, he could barely mumble anything. But he could mumble something. "Invictus Terriblus!" he screamed in a metal wail. No, normally this would be just some bad faux-spell that someone had learned of a kids magic show. Or, for instance, hypothetically, a series of childrens books and films. But the Penthouse was defended. Enchanted and defended. And Alex felt a wave of energy beyond normal senses congeal in the air around him, seeping off the walls and from the floor. A wave that caused a most vigorous rearangement of his internal organs...

Getting out of the closet could be difficult (bdum dum tish!) Well, getting out unnoticed anyway. Are you stealthing it past Skulll or some other tactic?

Thats a slight stretch with no medicine or anatomy, but its also cool and largely narrative so lets go with that

GM With a snap of his fingers the DJ cut short the music. This was all very dramatic, as the spotlights went on him, in silence. The dancers around him looked bemused, dissapointed, and worried. Replica could see a few security guards circling behind her. "Lady, this is a disco club. And you just stopped the beat. I ain't here to talk about no glass. I ain't here to talk about no metahuman abilities. I ain't here to answer no damn questions from you, or nobody else" he said, face a mixture of calm and angry. He snapped his fingers again and the music came back on. Goldnote, as he called himself, wasn't dancing however, he was studying Replica intently. "This is my club, lady. I want to know what you are doing here. I've been hustling the streets for thirty years and I know who my friends and enemies are - and you better believe I got plenty of both. Thing is, I don't know a damn thing about you, and thats gotta change..."

GM The two police officers were stuffed in the closet, broken and battered. Breathing, as far as Alex could tell, but they looked like they might stop bretahing at any time. They were at least mercifully unconscious, but every pore was bruised, they was blood everywhere, and several bones looked suspiciously broken. He was hardly a doctor, so judging exactly how unwell they were was beyond him. But any fool could tell they were in extremely bad shape and needed medical attention...

I think its taking 10 rather than 20 but either way, its a hit from both of them. THe monkey bot that LH is aiming for cannot make that save, so it is smashed. COuld you post your move actions too if any? I am on holiday next week so may ask you to make some rolls on my behalf in Oro (I will have spotty internet; enough probably for a few IC posts but might be a stretch with Oro!)

Mind Reading the man, surface thoughts As its effortless and insidious and subtle, just going to keep going until he makes the opposed check or the man throws him out so Ill leave that to your discretion and feel free to make some rolls for Echo head on my behalf

Echohead "Errr...yes I can see that" said Echohead, doing very well and not looking at all the junk (in more ways than one) on display around the shop. He didn't like the man, and he didn't like the shop, and he wasn't trained for this. Perhaps nobody was. But he knew the insides of peoples heads like few others. Poking around had given him a knack for spotting subtle inflections and signs. The man was frowning when he heard about superpowers. Why? Superpowers for people would normally make them interested or keen. Possibly scared. But frowning? Well, he had to start somewhere. He simply couldn't face the day trawling through seedy sex shops or asking random strangers in dingy clubs. At best, it would be a fruitless, unpleasant experience. At worst, he would get knifed. So, whilst he didn't like it, he had to be clear. A gentle touch inside the man's head. What had he really heard? "You sure you haven't heard about superpower clubs here?" he said again, the words acting as cue for the man to think about them.

I dont know what useful fibres are, but they sure sound useful! Otherwise all clocked and locked (or something like that)

GM "Help! Help! They sent two policemen! I had to protect myself! Seriously! Like you said...you know...the spells! Oh please babe! PLEASE! I NEED YOU!" cried Skulll into the phone. Now inside the penthouse, and with senses alert, Fax could smell blood and sweat. And then, with eyes (or what passed as eyes in his most peculiar form), he could see blood. A trial of blood. Two trials of blood, in fact, leading to a closet with a bloody handle. Something bloody had gone on. "OK OK...I'll wait. But come quickly! What shall I do..." cried Skulll into the phone, before he was cut off. He started pacing around the flat, wringing his hands.

Skull cant really beat that so go for it!

No policemen to be seen. And unfortunately its going to be do too plain difficult to see the number without some funky super senses!

GM The air was predictably cooler out here, even if they were not high up. It was almost pleasant; the stars shone bright and free of the cities light polution. Inside the penthouse, through the glass, Fax could see Skulll pacing up and down, nusring his nose, and finally scrambling for his phone, frantically dialing the number over and over again. He could not hear him through the glass (predictably, Skulll as a musician had sound proofed his apartment to the max. To the ultra max, even), but Fax could certainly see him screaming and shouting down the phone. Angry. Desperate. Confused...

GM The two bored guards outside the Dukes mansion were bored no longer. "<What the....>" A veritable dribble of befuddled Flemish poured forth from flabergasted mouths. Now, by this stage, Dreadnought had attracted a little bit of fame - it was hardly possible to avoid it, what with his size. And the Dutch kept up with the European superheroes. "<The Dreadnought!>" And doing a most spectacular dance, by all the looks of it. The pavement and the road, however, did not best manage the huge weight of Dreadnough, and cracked and splintered. A crowd started to congeal around him; not malign by any means. Despite the destruction of the road, they applauded loudly. "He dances! He dances!" Yes, the Dutch spoke better English than the English, in many cases. And the applause was indicative that Dreadnought had made quite an impression. And quite an impression meant quite a distraction...

Echohead "Gur...gah...I was looking for a club...I mean a club where people get special treatment...I mean you get special club treatment. Clubbed specially. As a treat...." He shook himself still, keeping his eyes locked in on the man. "I mean, sorry to disturb you sir. Have you heard anything about a club here that deals with...special enhancements? Super powers?" he said, trying to be more direct and avoid the rather long menu of strange activities and scenes that assaulted his eyes wherevere he looked.