Supercape

Neither lock is top quality... DC 20 for the weapons locker DC 20 for the GOLDFIRE room DC 20 to hack computer system DC 15 Know (Business) if you want to analyse the books (can be done untrained) All of these take a little bit of time though - how much does Rosa have? Dum dum daaaaaa! Of course feel free to do any other stuff you fancy

GM The man's dancing, his presence, or perhaps even his reputation (whatever that was) held the attention of most if not all of the disco. Rosa couldn't quite read the mood of the place. Was it admiration? fear? both? There was sweat, for sure. But then, there was a lot of dancing under raving disco lights. In any case, it was fairly easy to slip past the security (who where dressed in gold disco costumes) and into the back room of the Bass Beat. There was the "VIP" lounge, where a couple of well-off Bedlam businesspeople cannoodled with less-well off but considerably more attractive Bedlamites. Not much to do there, unless Rosa fancied trying her luck as one of those less well off personages. The "Staff only" area was more interesting. Yes, there were a lot of boring stuff - costumes, rosters, a computer. Maybe she could hack the system, or study the business accounts. A weapons locker (locked) held some submachine guns. Or maybe she could pick the lock to the "GOLDFIRE" room.

That makes 2 HP! Yippee!

I just did it for fun in case RL wanted to use them (in hugely abbreviated way!)

Spore Spore had every reason to be a "woke" radical, and, perhaps, she was not so far from that position as some may have thought. But - -but every group had its small percentage of idiots and tyrants. And lashing out with vapid phrases lacking any nuance or understanding of the complexities behind the was a good indicator of being in that small percentage. "Kings and Patriachy? Aren't you, like, a couple of centuries late?" she asked. "And, like, in the wrong place?" As far as she could recall there had never been any kings of America. Well, maybe the Aztecs or Mayans? But that was a thousand years ago, wasn't it? She resolved to look the matter up at Claremont library. It was no good to shout back unless one knew what one was talking about. And in any case, it looked like she needed to do more than shout back. Suddenly it felt as the whole world was turning to treacle, and not in a good way... "Whoooooaaaaaaaahhhhhhh......" she said, every second turned to an hour (or so it seemed).

22 for Will Save, so Slowed I guess (is it really a Paralyse 15 effect?! Dang!) As for initiative: 24!

Gamma Buzz "Sure, sure. I just want to make it clear that I wasn't scared, it was merely my amazing cockroach-reflexes and cockroach-senses!" said Baz, clinging to the side of a building. Whilst he had been startled and scared, he was not completely lying. His antennae had picked up the tremors on the road, and he had leapt to safety, almost by pure reflex, thirty feet up, to the wall of a nearby building. He leapt down again, with a cool backflip, and dusted himself off. "Yeah, lets go and say hi. And hope Scutum doesn't have a Constellation of very sharp spear, right?" He cracked his cockroach knuckles and marched forward. Fortunately, one of his many amazing cockroach-powers was the ability to cockroach-crack his cockroach-kunckles that had plenty of cockroach armour-plates. Which meant the crack was loud. "Hey, mister! I am Gamma Buzz and this is Golden Star! How ya doing?"

Gamma Buzz "Yes yes, I am Gamma Buzz, the amazing Cockroach Kid!" said Baz, waving to the adoring fans that lined the walls of his skull. Of course, he drew some glances, and some of the glances turned into grimaces of disgust. But Baz was determined to waltz into the arena like he owned the place. After all, if he couldn't act a superstar here, where could he? "Stay tuned for Cockroach Radio, coming soon!" he declared to everybody and nobody. "This is exactly the kind of superstar superhero gossip I will be covering on my almost legal underground radio station!" His red insectoid guys were wide at all the stars and excitement, but one figure caught his eye in particular. "Woah! It's Wall Street! the Luchador!" Wall Street was a Mexican Luchador well known for comedy pranks and heroic costume wearing. He was only five foot tall, but also five foot wide. He was, literally, a wall. Blessed with incredible strength and the ability to root himself to the floor, making him virtually immovable, Wall Street was a man of the people, fighting for the poor against the rich. A modern day Robin Hood. Or at least that was the image on the posters and merchandise.

Thankyou! And it case its allowed, an easy NPC for Wall Street [PL 8]

Initiative 20

Lament "It..." Luther was uncharacteristically lost for words. "...It tastes like a... solution..." He said, his brain trying to process the ramifications. No more ravenous Void! He could go back to his normal life, being a top end entertainer and magician! No more need to feed. No more.. Well. Wait. What would he do? If he didn't need to feed the Void. A bloated fat Void would not grant Luther the extraordinary power of the void, just as a starving, ravenous Void would demand it. And... could he go back? What about the people he could save? Didn't he have a duty to them? He shook his frowning head. Was it selfish to want a normal life? Hadn't he done enough? Didn't he deserve a normal life? He shook his head violently now, to try and shake off the ruminations that bounced inside his skull. "Look, its great. More than I expected. I need this chemical. I need a lot of it. And I'll pay..." he said. Before a thought struck him. "But I need to know how you make it. Is it safe? Who suffers?"

18 for init!

Haven "Follow the yellow brick road," said Haven, looking up. HIs flesh and brain were artificial, but echoed from biological life. The mannerisms, the pulse, was still there. And right now, his hands flexed, unflexed, and flexed. He did not, could not sweat, and yet his hands felt sweaty. He had no heartbeat, and yet he felt a drumming in his neck. "Max Mars. I am coming for you. In this world, and maybe in the..." He was about to say real world, but what was that? Quantum mechanics might just say all there is, is information. So what made a simulation more, or less real than any other? All worlds were worlds of information. "...the other one," he concluded. It was best not to drown in the concept. Haven made judgement that Max Mars already knew he was coming. He probably knew Haven was right outside. So best to stride straight into through the front doors... ...and get ready to Jack out if the simulation got too hot!

Gamma Buzz "What do you mean, more wordy than normal?" said Baz, antennae trembling and glowing. "I am not wordy, not at all. Futhermore, wordy is something I am not. I pride myself on being able to say something in a manner that is both efficient and clear, as well as clear and efficient. And without waste, too. Wasteless, you might say!" He sniffed the air. "It is, I think all down to make amazing Cockroach-powers. Yes, hombre! There is no limit to my limitless Cockroach-abilities. And my radiation ones, too!" "Anyway I do not wish to swell on it. I mean dwell on it!"

Gamma Buzz "That Black Knight is cool, right?" said Baz. "I mean, you have to admire his huge weapon...!" The air hung still, and Baltazar's antannae glowed. "I mean, yes... its a very large sword. That's what I meant!" he added. He cast his insectoid around for other contestants. "But why don't we have any kung-fu knights? I mean, didn't they have kung-fu in medieval europe?" Baltazar did not have much of an education, but he did know his old kung fu films. "Anyway I am sure we could beat them all, even without powers! I mean, all you have to do is wiggle a sword around a bit... hi-yaaa! hi-yaaaa!" he proclaimed, miming some swordwork that simultaenously appeared to be both flashy and ineffective.

If you are taking chase - could you roll a drive?

GM The Snowmobile stopped, maybe a hundred or two hundred feet away. It was hard to say in the monochrome whiteness of it all, the snow on the ground, the snow in the air, and the sun shining on it all. Even Archer, who could calibrate distances better than most men alive, could not swear to the range. There was a pause. Even the snow seemed to wait in the air, wait for the tension to dissipate. The moment hung, the standoff carved out like a sculpture. And then, with a flurry of snow, the woman was off! She slid the snowmobile expertly, taking an acute ninety-degree angle. A plume of snow spewed into the air from the tracks. Whatever else the woman was, she knew how to ride a snowmmobile... and she was making a runner! Heading to? Well, it was hard to say in the middle of a snow storm, but it seemed she was heading to more rocky, uneven territory. And that mean more dangerous territory - at least, if one was going to ride through it full speed on a snowmobile!

GM "And the wolves?" One of the Zookeepers was just by them, feeding some snakes. He was slightly on the small side, wearing a yellow high- visibility jacket and a sour face. He looked, not precisely sleepy - but tired, burnt out. Haggard, harassed. Somebody who was doing something because they were cursed to do it, rather than chose to. And yet he did not seem cruel or angry, just, well... tired. His face was of brown complexion, maybe native American, but hard to tell. His eyes were dark, and he had not a single hair on his head. HIs scalp was a shiny as a billiard ball. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt your date," he said, voice soft to the point of mumbling. "Bears and monkeys are good. Don't go by the wolves - something wrong with them here. Mean spirited, you could say."

Lament "Sounds a lot like regret," said Luther, out aloud. He didn't plan to say it out aloud, and yet the words spooled out anyway. He didn't like drug dealers, and this dealer was particularly dislikeable. But he took the bottle anyway, held it up to his eye, and squinted, studying it for impurities or the such like. But why do I do this? I am no chemist, no alchemist? Impulse seized his muscles and made them waltz like a puppet on strings. He opened the bottle, and took a sip. The he took a huge gulp. "To infinity and beyond!" he laughed chaotically as he swallowed the liquid joy. Luther LeGrasse would never have taken drugs. But he had a ravenous near-mindless psychic parasite with an insatiable appetite that wanted just that thing. And whilst Luther could normally match its will, this was the king of carrots. The god of carrots. And he had to chomp.

GM Moyd's eyes swept through the room, the traces of gas, the prostrate bodies and the dreamer. It was hard to say if he was looking at you, or directly through you. "That is the question, isn't it? Am I a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or a butterfly that dreams I am? What is happening now, or anywhere?" He closed his eyes, sniffed the air. "And does it even matter? In the end, all that there is sensation..." His eyes snapped open once more, green to the point of luminescence. "I am talking to you. But who are you, what are you? I have a... difficult history with dreamers. Or maybe it is just that dreamers are difficult.... wait..." "Did you say Adrianna Liddel? Tell me... tell me true. What is your linneage, where did you come from?" From a brief second, a hint of fury crept into the eyes. "Tell me now!"

Gamma Buzz "I mean obviously I got it working... thanks to my amazing Cockroach abilities. Wait... no.... no I can't feel anything. Must be busted. No! Wait... I can feel it! Buzzing! Aha! They don't call me Gamma Buzz for nothing. eh?" Baltazar held the crystal in both hands and swung it left, right, up, down. The slight change in buzzing was there. Faint, but there. "I think we got it! Like, hot and cold thing? So all we have to do is walk!" And off he strode, holding the crystal, fascinated by its prismatic and tactile qualities. He was no thief, but he had a little voice in his head that he should have something as cool and beautiful as this!

Lament "Hey hey, no worries! Just wanna know what its going taste like, feel like, man. Look, I stuffed half of Freedom City into my stomach, and the other half into my veins. I know my junk, man. I can even give you a good review, if you want it..." Deliberately fumbling his wallet, Luther took out a few hundred dollar bills, scrunching them up and putting them on the table in front of him. "Look, I can pay, right? I just want the five star stuff, though. We can make a five star deal, can't we? Good for business. You look like a businessman... right? Sell as much as you can for as high a price as you can? I can be one of your best customers! I can get you a dozen... no... a dozen dozen customers, all loaded with green stuff. You don't have to deal with this..." Luther took a wild swing through the air, motioning towards the other buyers. "... rif raff, do ya? I mean, look at em!"

A diplomacy roll then I guess - 28 Fortunately Luther has Wealth 2 so can be generous with the dollars

In case we need it 7!

No athletics check in M&M! Climb, swim, acrobatics or a straight DEX check?