Supercape

GM "My only thought is to survive," said the Scientist. "And the only way to survive in this filthy world is to escape it. And the only way to escape is with coin. I am a biogeneticist, not an engineer. I can't build a rocket, or a teleportation beam. And I don't have superpowers. All I have is my brain, my wit, and my will..." "And good fortune. Someone popped up on the WEST radar. Someone who was trying to remain anonymous..." She pressed a button on her computer, and a floor panel slowly retracted, revealing a block of ice surrounded by monitors. Minus 30 degrees. Predator could sense the chill from standing above the ice. Inside, a an albino figure, not a shred of hair, with no external features. Asleep, or frozen - probably both. "Synth..." said the scientist. "An experiment funded by SHADOW. Oh, they would very much like to get their hands on this DNA. They would pay a small fortune. But I can make a lot more by harvesting the DNA and creating my own weapons. Behold..." She waved her hands across the half dozen transluscent figures floating in the cylinders. "My creation! the Hypersynth!"

Echohead Echohead nodded at the copy of Predator in his skull. The information! It was enough to make his temples pulse. A whirlwind of ideas and concepts. He had to concentrate - pull back the alien intelligence into some laser-focus - a focus he could actually use. "Stupid human fingers..." he muttered. Or perhaps the echo in his head did. Human fingers didn't meld well with Predator's brain, but he could calibrate. Clenching and unclenching his fingers, he started to work on the sensors. Quick work - even Echohead marvelled at how proficient Predator was. It was like gliding over ice on skates. Not that he could skate. But that was still how it felt.

GM The forest trembled, every colour vivid, and red, like the richest autumn leaves in a blazing sunset. Rocky, pale and sweating, shrugged his shoulders. "What am I? The sorcerer supreme? I never seen anything like that in my life! Its either going to be in my nightmares or my next album cover. Probably both. Sheesh! It was scary... like... hungry..." He paused. "I havent seen it before, but I have felt it. Something feeding off me. Feeding of my.. soul? No... not my soul. Feeding off my feelings. Sucks me dry, makes everything grey." Whatever Sunshade was, Jack couldn't feel it in him. It was more of an echo, a mark, a tether. But even this feeling told him something. Sunshade was hungry, and Jack was a feast!

Snakebite An inaccessible temple was something Cassandra was dead set on accessing. Definately set. Possibly dead. "Hmmm. Strange, curious, and irresistable," she said, tapping her chin excitedly. "Either you are making it up, or that was sorcery in play. Is this temple in our dimension?" She had seen some strange stuff in her time. Magic and sorcery was real, even if she didn't understand it. She didn't have much experience with it, but alternate dimensions? That was another matter. She had spent more time in the Lost World than nearly any living human (that resided "topside"). "There is no time to lose then. The professor may still be alive. So I'm going after him!"

I made one already so Ill wait on that and see what Spacefurry can muster up!

24 for Echohead (or Predator in his head) Do you want me to post that IC? Also @Spacefurryas its a copy of Predator (who had a very strong mind), feel free to chip in posts as the copt is rattling around in Echohead! The copy and the original cant communicate but if you fancy suggesting any comments like "Stupid human fingers!" etc let me know

GM "I didn't design the security systems," said the scientist, flatly, hey eyes slightly narrowing. "This is an enterprise. I firmly believe it is only a matter of time before the world burns. Nuclear war, greygoo, global warming. And that's just the stuff we are doing to ourselves. How about if the ebola virus becomes airborne? Or countless other threats, from aliens or other dimensions. The World is running out of time." "No doubt more optimistic folk would want to try and save it. Me, I want to escape it. And that means money. A lot of money. So I have developed a weapon. A weapon that can be sold for that kind of money. As you can see, there are some... hitches." She frowned. "Are you a scientist yourself? Come, I will show you..."

GM "Wheee! This is fun! We dont have anything like this in our world. Its so BORING!" Mr Metal avoided the water, devoured the popcorn, and supped the soda. Water was, it transpired, a rare and dangerous thing from his dimension. Something that caused all sorts of problems, like rust. Accordingly, Mr Metal was absolutely fascinated and terrified by it, his eyes wide as he played with the Fire Station's water systems. "NOBODY will BELIEVE this!" he said. According to the emergency services, the crisis was not over, but was resolving. The crash was cleared, the Monorail closed down, and the injured had been carted off to hospital. GIve the city five more minutes, and they probably would have mustered and official response to Mr Metal. Alas. The Fire Station reverberated with the sound of another Metallic voice, coming from all around them. "SNEAKING OFF AND HAVING ALL THE FUN YOURSELF???" "Uh oh...." said Mr Metal. "It's my older brother. He's not as nice as me..."

Apologies - it was a nauseate aura! and a DC 16 effects - so only sickened.

So Echohead will try to take over any technical activity whilst Predator does something clever to hold back the Deacons (no pressure...)

Echohead Echohead touched his temples (an act more for ritualistic purposes than any requirement) with the tips of his little fingers and, with a moment of concentration and the slight bulge of veins in his forehad, a copy of Predator's brain manifested in his own. With an intelligence as powerful as Predator's, his own cranium felt crowded. He could feel a grumbling, pulsatile headache forming. "What do you feed your brain on? Steroids?" he asked, taking a step back, reeling from the psychic impact. In a moment, he shook his head back to orientation. "Leave these scanner things to me. I guess you have a missile laucher or quantum drawn reciprocating dingle arm powered by a layer of prefamulated amulite set in semi-boloid laminar plating?" The new scientific concepts swirled and frothed in his brain like an steaming cup of coffee. "I mean... I hope you have some crowd control armaments?"

Echohead will copy Predators head! 38 Ranks = 10 PP Acrobatics [Dex] 4 (+5) [May need to calibrate] Computers [Int] 10 (+18) Craft, Electronic [Int] 5 (+13) Craft, Mechanical [Int] 5 (+13) Disable Device [Int] 5 (+13) Knowledge, Technology [Int] 5 (+13) Medical 1 (+4) Notice +3 R = 11 R (+14) And boosting INT to 26 for a total of 20 PP

Bloody Mess "This is a job for lefty and righty!" said Bloody Mess, showing his two fists to the skies and the unknown Gods of War that reside in them. He clamped his teeth shut, hard, so hard that his neck bulged, and with a fire in his eyes once more leapt into the fray. His skin bubbled and puckeres, a thousand blood filled blisters filling his skin. Things were about to get Messy. Bloody Messy. He pulled back his fists as he flew through the air, landed, and with another quick one-two step, moved up to Mothlight and proceeded to slam his fists into the villain. "Take that, ya bozo!" he yelled...

24 on Toughness save So Bloody mess is up! Free Action: Change Blood array to Blood Blisters Aura Leaping towards Mothlight as move action Standard Action: Punch! Getting a 21 If that hits, a DC 25 Tough and DC 21 Fort (Fatigue effect) from the aura

Snakebite Cassie held out her hand, palm upwards. She didn't need the money either. But she wasn't going to let a thief get away with it. "Hand over the money, thief. It wasn't yours to take." She took a step forward - not too fast, not too slow, but certainly not cowed. "And let me worry about the Yeti. I'm not stopping until I find the Professor, dead or alive." The Yeti? If they were real... where they protecting this Sunbright Temple? Or was it some slieight of hand? Somebody, or something, stoking up the fires of myth to suit their own purposes? One thing was for certain. She had to see this temple herself! "And then you can tell me where that Temple is. I'm going to see it with my own two eyes!"

Hero Point for heroic life saving. Archer - Unharmed - 5 HP

GM It was a messy business, and no mistake. TV shows and films showed sanitised heroic fantasies of first aid and resucitation. The reality was a whole lot more filthy. Violent coughing, spasms, vomit, unconsciousness, lungs fighting to get enough oxygen to the brain. But, even if it was a filthy business, it was a successful one. After an age of fitful coughing and wracking body, after scooping out vomit from the airway and hefty blows to the back, the Archer had saved a life. And maintained a source of information. "OK...OK... you saved my life...I get it..." wheezed the drug dealer, eyes bloodshot. "I owe you. Even if you were the one who messed everything up in the first place. I learned my lesson. Dont deal in human drugs... I mean drugs that come from a human. right?" He swept his gaze across the fleshy remains of the albino. "If it was a human..."

Haven Credentials? Haven had none. But this was cyberspace, and Haven was no stranger to creating false credentials either here or in meatspace. He was the man of many faces, many identities. Times slowed, data mutated, and new forms molded. He took out a freshly (cyber) minted Identification badge. "Alfred McNorton: Anti Virus Task Force" "There you go. See? My remit is to ensure global data security. Conclusion: Deleting me would raise risk of data corruption and digital contamination. Query: What is your imperitive? Speculation: You mission is to ensure data integrity. Extrapolation: If so, deleting me would run contrary to your objective." Haven tossed the forged cyber data onto the bar table and awaited judgement. "

Can I take on computers to get a 30 result?

Updated sheet New picture, countless formatting improvements, typo sweep, refinement of character and other areas from his first tear and claremont. And 18 PP spent, bringing him up to PL 9 (Improved saves, attack, defence, improved acrobatics, stealth, disable device, improved feats: skill mastery, elusive target, tracking scent super power, and one extra AP for radiation array - laser sweep [NB: Note the slight change to decreased area to feet - representing he can choose the angle of the sweep - I think it works )

Gamma Buzz (a.k.a the Cockroach Kid) Power Level: 9 (210/219 PP) Unspent Power Points: 9 PP Trade-Offs: +1 Attack/-1 DC, +1 Defence/-1 Toughness In Brief: Radioactive Cockroach Catchphrase: "Gamma Buzz, Baby!” Alternate Identity: Baltazar “Baz” Botez Birthplace: Mexico City Residence: Freedom City / Claremont Base of Operations: Freedom City / Claremont Occupation: Student Affiliations: Claremont Family: Bianca “Biz” Botez (Sister) Description: Age: 17 (DOB 3/3/07) Apparent Age: 17? Gender: Male Ethnicity: Cockroach Height: 5’9” Weight: 75Kgs Eyes: Red Hair: None Gamma Buzz looks like a human shaped insect, covered in a green exoskeleton, big red insect eyes, and two antennae growing out of his forehead. He normally wears battered (often dirty) jeans and converse trainers. History: Baltazar Botez grew up in the slums of Caracas, spending his time playing in a rubbish dump with his sister. His favourite activity was playing with the glowing green cockroaches that scuttled around suspicious rusty canisters. Illegally dumped experimental nuclear waste has strange effects. Whilst his sister mutated her eyes (and can see in infrared and ultraviolet), Baltazar mutated his eyes and everything else, turning into a half-man, half-cockroach radioactive mutant. Fearing prejudice, he and his sister illegally crossed into the USA so that Baltazar could join Claremont, whilst his sister scraped out a living cleaning the sewers and subways of Freedom City (Infrared vision is good for something…) Personality & Motivation Baltazar is a rumbunctious rapscallion who likes to play rather than study. He is keen to prove daredevil bravery. His hobby is electronics and DJ, and aims to set up his own pirate radio station in the future. Underneath the extravert personality, Baltazar is wounded; he is an insect, with no genitalia and (in his mind) a monster with no chance of getting a girl. He is awkward around females, and gets very angry with bullies. Baltazar is still working out his future. Part of him wants to be a hero, if nothing else to impress the girls and gain acceptance. He has a passion for the underdog and wants to help his sister. A rebellious streak in him makes him fancy himself as a “Punk Hero” – hence the pirate radio station. Powers & Tactics: Gamma Buzz has insect like strength, agility and senses. His armour-plated skin affords some protection and allows him to crawl along walls and ceilings. He is immune to radiation, and at the same time can emit radiation in various forms. Tactically, he would generally prefer to crawl along a ceiling and dramatically surprise people. He generally fights with his fists, whilst glowing green (Aura Nauseate Power). Whilst his sensitive eyes can see throughout the EM Spectrum, this also makes him vulnerable to dazzles. He has a penchant for signing “GBB” (Gamma Buzz, Baby) with an elegant twist of his laser vision. Power Descriptions: Gamma Buzz’s radioactive powers look like green light. This includes his laser vision (which is also coloured green). His “Mutate” power looks like a sickly yellow green, whilst his “Dazzle” power looks more like a bright white-green. Complications: Half Insect: Gamma Buzz is half insect. He looks ugly and stands out easily, making disguise almost impossible. In addition, certain pesticides and chemicals will affect him if they target insects. Big Impact: He is no more vulnerable to impact damage / effects than the next cape, but impact can easily dislocate his limbs. He can pop them back into place, but that takes time and hurts like hell. Vulnerable Antenna: Even an average guy (or girl) can easily tear of his Antenna. They regrow back eventually, but without them he will lose his tremor sense and detect radiation tactile sense. Green Light: Some of his powers (particularly the laser vision) will be markedly less useful, or ineffective, against green coloured objects (or people). Gamma Buzz sometimes forgets this. Signature Move: Gamma Buzz will normally celebrate a victory (or perceived success) by carving his signature (GBB or Gamma Buzz, Baby) into surfaces with his laser vision, Apart from the trouble this vandalism might cause, it can delay him. Struggling Sister:: Has very limited wealth (mainly from his struggling sister, who is also a potential vulnerability for Baltazar). Radiation Pressure: Even without actively using his radiation powers, Gamma Buzz is radioactive enough to be easily spotted and tracked by a Geiger counter or those with suitable senses. He also has to periodically use his powers (he will feel a pressure build up) after a few hours or he will lose control of them (for instance, unwittingly releasing an extra effort radiation burst at a bad time) inadvertently releasing his radiation in an attempt to let of steam / release the pressure. Like a brick. Despite his strength, Baz has never learned to swim and will thrash about in water. Whilst he can, technically, swim (due to his incredible strength rather than skill), he will be slow, ineffective, noisy, etc as suits the plot. To make matters worse, he has, against all wisdom, the urge to belly flop into any body of water because it makes a great splash. Easily read. When tense, anxious, or angry, his antennae will stiffen and then start trembling. Those who know him well (or the very astute) can read this, potentially making bluffs or tilts easier. Abilities: 16 + 18 + 12 + 2 + 0 + 4 = 52 Strength: 26 (+8) Dexterity: 28 (+9) Constitution: 22 (+6) Intelligence: 12 (+1) Wisdom: 10 (+0) Charisma: 14 (+2) Combat: 20 + 20 = 40 Initiative: +13 (+9 Dex, +4 Improved Initiative) Attack: +10 Defence: +10, +5 Flat Footed Grapple: +20 Knockback: -4 (-3 for Critical hits) Saving Throws: 6 + 3 + 5 = 14 Fort +12 (+6 Con, +6) Reflex +12 (+9 Dex, +3) Evasion 2 Will +5 Tough +8 (+6 Con, +2 Protection), +6 vs Critical Hits Skills: 72 Ranks = 18 PP Acrobatics 14 (+23) Skill Mastery Bluff 4 (+6) Computers 4 (+5) Craft (Electronics) 4 (+5) Disable Device 4 (+5) Skill Mastery Escape Artist 12 (+21) Skill Mastery Knowledge (Popular Culture) 4 (+5) Language 2 (English, Portuguese, Spanish [Native]) Notice 4 (+4) Perform (DJ) 4 (+6) Sense Motive 4 (+4) Stealth 12 (+21) Skill Mastery Feats: 8 PP Acrobatic Bluff Elusive Target Evasion 2 Favoured Environment (Sewers) Improved Initiative 1 Prone Fighting Skill Mastery 1 (Acrobatics, Disable Device, Escape Artist, Stealth) From powers: Uncanny Dodge [Tactile] Powers: 2 + 13 + 1 + 3 + 1 + 39 + 1 + 2 + 4 + 4 + 5 + 5 = 80pp Features 2 (Autoamputation [can, as a move action, harmlessly auto amputate limbs, digits, or armour plates; amputations are dead once separated and cannot be reattached], Iron Stomach [can eat anything]) [2 PP] Immunity 13 (All Radiation Effects, Hot and Cold Environments, Disease) [13PP] Immunity 2 (All suffocation, Flaws: Limited to holding breath for extended periods [substitute rounds for minutes]) "Cockroach lungs" [1 PP] Leaping 3 (x10 Distance. Running 180’, Standing 90’. High 45’) [3 PP] Protection 2 (Drawbacks: Weak spot) [1 PP] “Armour plates” Radiation Array (32 PP Array, Feats: Alt power 7) [39 PP] (Radiation Descriptor) BP: Blast 8 (Extras: Penetrating, Feats: Improved Range 3 (800’ Increments), Progression: Maximum range 3 (x10), Precise, Incurable) [32 PP] “Laser Vision” AP: Damage 8 (Extras: Area [Cone], Penetrating, Feats: Decreased Area 7 (Width and Height only, 10’-80’), Incurable) [32 PP] “Laser Vision Sweep” AP: Damage 8 (Extras: Area [Cone], Alternate Save [Fortitude], Feats: Reduced Area 6 [20-80' Cone], Incurable, Insidious) [32/32 PP] "Nuclear Breath" AP: Dazzle 8 (10-200’ Radius, Visual plus Radio Senses, Extras: Burst Area, Feats: Decrease Area 6, Increase Area 2, Flaws: Range) [32 PP] AP: Environmental Control 5 (100’ Radius, Extreme Heat, Extreme Light, Heavy Radiation, Extras: Independent [+0], Feats: Selective [Mix and match effects], Slow Fade 6, one day, Flaws: Range [touch]) 32 PP “Irradiate Ground” AP: Nauseate 5 (Extras: Sustained Aura [+3], Contagious, Feats: Selective Aura) [31 PP] “Radioactive Glow” AP: Nauseate 5 (1-50’ Cloud, Extras: Range, Contagious, Cloud Area, Feats: Decrease Area 5, Increase Area 1) [31 PP] “Fallout Bomb” AP: Transform 8 (Mutation to Mutation, 250lbs, Extras: Continuous- countered by medical treatment, Flaws: Random [No control over what power points are turned into]) 32 PP “Mutation Beam” Regeneration 0 (Feats: Regrowth) [1 PP] Speed 2 (25 mph) [2 PP] Super Movement 2 (Wall Crawling 2, Full Speed) [4 PP] Super Senses 4 (Infravision, Ultravision, Low Light Vision, Scent, Tracking [Olfactory]) [5 PP] Super Senses 4 (Tremor Sense, Tactile Detect Radiation, Feats: Uncanny Dodge [Tactile]) [5 PP] “Antennae” Super Strength 2 (+10 STR, total STR 36) [4 PP] Drawbacks: -2 Vulnerability (EM base dazzles including light; Frequency: uncommon; Intensity: Moderate [x150%]) [-2PP] Totals Attributes 52 + Combat 40 + Saves 14 + Skills 18 + Feats 8 + Powers 80 - Drawbacks 2 = 210/219

Enough to be scintelating but not spectacular

Spore in Fields of Summertime The weather was idyllic for most; an unfiltered sun cooled by a light breeze. The Vineyards awash with heat and light, the grapes ripening as fast as they could be plucked. This was the Hale Vineyard, producers of fine independent wines for the past fifty years. Just two years ago, they had been ablaze. Half a dozen people had died, including Harper Hales parents. This was the first time she had returned. To close that gaping wound, to unwind the knot of scar tissue that had formed around her heart. She was driven from nearby San Fransisco by Aunt, who harboured an equally eccentric name, Jazz. She was not a musician; by her own admission she was tone deaf and without any sense of timing. She was, however, quite chaotic and extremely free spirited. Jazz had taken over the running of the Vineyard without any experience, but she had a truckload of intelligence and an eye for the nature of men. She could see through a lie like an X-Ray. “Surviving?” she asked Harper as they pulled into the Vineyards in Aunt Jazz’s purple sports car. Jazz wore the most wide brimmed hat she could, with a feather stuck on. Her Cigarillo was lit and she puffed smoke out of pursed lips. “I’m ok,” said Harper, wearing wide sunglasses and a baseball cap, trying to keep as much of her skin out of the sun as possible. She burned easily, in body and soul. “That sounds rather like a lie, Harper dear. It sounds rather like a lie.” Harper smiled. “What, you never lied, Aunt?” “Don’t call me Aunt, dear. It reminds me I have responsibilities. And the only way to manage responsibility is to ignore it. Responsibilities cause premature aging, you know.” “Is that why you look fourty?” Jazz laughed. “Why yes it is dear. And the smoking and drinking. I am actually seventy nine, you know.” Jazz drove up to the edge of the Vineyards, delighting in the heat, the view, and her own lies. “I hope you don’t grow up to tell the truth, Harper, It is so frightfully dull. And often untrue.” Together, they stepped out of the sports car. Jazz took Harpers clammy and tremulous hand in hers, saying not a word. For all her anarchic nature, Jazz knew when to stay silent. To simply be there. She had looked after Harper for two years as her legal guardian. She knew her ward. She also knew Harper Hale was Spore. And she knew all that Spore could do. “Are you going to sweat out that hallucinogen?” she asked. Harper shook her head. “Shame. I shall have to drink some wine instead. The Evenings are not to be experienced sober. They are much like the mornings in that regard.” Harper rolled her eyes. “Drink isn’t the answer.” “Nonsense, Harper. Drink is the answer to many questions, such as What should a man in a desert do?” “I meant drink alcohol.” “So did I, dear. So did I!” Harper groaned. “I’ll report you to social services!” she said, grinning wildly. “Aren’t they the folk that aren’t social and don’t provide a service?” Harper didn’t quite agree. They had been kind enough, when her parents died. She let go of Jazz’s hand and ran two dozen yards ahead, hands outstretched, feeling the texture of the vines, reaching out, picking some plums, popping them in her mouth. “Tasty?” asked Jazz. Harper nodded. “Healthy.” That was something. A place of death, now bringing life. All the ash in the soil, maybe. Her parents ash. The thought gave her a shudder, but it was therapeutic. The fancy that her parents lived on, in some symbolic way. And yet she couldn’t quite face the singular most horrific memory of them all. She kicked of her sneakers, felt the earth beneath her toes. The soil was dry on the surface, almost cracked, but the cilia of her symbiotic fungus could burrow a little deeper. There, moisture beneath the surface, feeding the vines. She fancied she could feel, smell the ash in the soil. It was fertile. This was a place of life. Jazz took her time catching up, perambulating at a leisurely face, fingers brushing the vines, rubbing then, caressing the grapes yet not eating them. Too precious a fruit to waste on eating, in her opinion. She waited before speaking, wise to Harpers closed eyes, slow tears, trembling skin. “It’s exhausting, running from a painful memory. I am far too lazy to do so. But some are not blessed with my extraordinary laziness. Some have to choose.” “That’s what this is all about?” asked Harper. Jazz shrugged. “It’s a slice of the cake.” “Not the best slice.” “No, not the best. But a slice you have to eat before you get to the good stuff.” Harper opened her eyes and turned to face her aunt. The tears were there, unrestrained, unresisted. “What good stuff is there, here? It holds bad memories. You weren’t there.” “It holds good memories, too.” “The good memories just make the bad ones hurt more.” Jazz gave a subtle shake. “And maybe the bad ones make the good ones richer. Don’t let one consume the other, Harper.” “Easy for you to say,” “No. Not easy,” said Jazz, voice steely. “I never met a soul whose heart isn’t scarred from regret and pain. And the longer you walk through life, the more scars on your soul. But scar’s aren’t a failure, they are a story. Would you want to walk through life without shedding a tear?” Harper paused. “I guess not, although… sometimes I wish for it, all the same.” “Spend the summer here with your memories. Be like a boxer, lean into the pain. If you fear your memories, you fear yourself. Not a win.” Harper nodded, slow, sad. And so began three summer months of sunshine, grapes, running, laughing, crying. Being busy in a that relaxed way – picking fruit, making cheese, and even, yes, a little bit of carefully supervised (by a sort of adult) wine tasting. It was, they both agreed, best done now. Harper ran further than she ran before, until she was breathing fire and her stomach did flip flops in her tummy. She needed to be physically fit. She practiced mindfulness, meditation, yoga. She needed to be mentally fit. For come the end of summer she would be facing a new chapter in her life, and potentially a hard one. A chapter she wanted to swim in, not drown. She was going to Claremont, not just as Harper Hale, but as the amazing Spore!

Spore Reputation [+1 PP] Vignette (1.1 K Words) 20Q [+1 PP] Bloody Mess [Maxed] Unseelie against Steel [3 Posts] -> Roll to Spore Gamma Buzz Doom Room Troop [2 Posts] Snakebite Treasures of the Himalayas [7 POsts] -> Roll to Spore Haven Vignette [1.1K Word] Operation Ares [3 Posts] Captain Cosmos Vignette [1.2K Words] -> Roll to spore Diamondlight Vignette [1.1K Words] -> Roll to spore Echohead Dennis Deacon [10 Posts] GM Monorail Mayhem [9 Posts] The Sun in the Shade [4 Posts] Cool Drugs [3 Posts] Hot and Bothered [4 Posts] Total GM Posts = 20 x2 = 40 Bonus Posts Allocated: 10 to Haven (to reach 10 Posts = 2 PP) with Vignette should be +4 PP total 8 to Gamma Buzz (to reach 10 posts = 2 PP) 10 to Peak (to reach 2 posts = 2 PP) 10 to Sgt Shark (to reach 2 posts = 2 PP) 2 spare. If I miscounted Spore or Echohead, boost them, otherwise lost to the void. Spore should be 9 PP total (2 posts, 4 rollover Vig, 2 own Vig, 1 20 Q), Echohead should be 2 PP total (10 posts)