Supercape

GM There was a brief moment of repressurisation in the airlock, and then the inner door opened. It was dark, with flashing emergency lighting on the floor. The facility was high tech, with plati-steel plating, and computer interfaces everywhere. It had big corridors and top facilities. Living quarters, laboratories, recreation rooms, hydroponics...everything. The base could remain independently operational for years, at the very least. Except... The computer was down, inoperable. The base had been hacked. Power was still up, but there was emergency lighting and warning lights everywhere. Grunt took a readout on his armoured suit, and powered down his helmet, exposing his canine face to the air. "Its good...good air...and I can smell him..." he said, pointing to his nose with one of his laser-powered gauntlets.

GM In the Police Car... It was a little cramped for two armoured superheroes in the back seat, but it was not intolerable. The question of tolerability could be more useful asked about the Sherrifs constant jabbering. "Well when 'Nose' Jenkins got tangled up with that there cow, ah say cow, then we had to round up some of the good folk of 'Halabama and..." Pointless trivia flowed from his mouth like water from a river. "...with three golf balls and a rubber duck, ah say, a rubber duck!" he finished, explaining the ending of the latest boring anecdote. "Ah, here we are, ah say, here we are!" he proclaimed, as they pulled up outside a rather shoddy old house. It must have been fourty or fifty years old, and the architect had surely had all sense of style or form surgically extracted at birth. It looked like a concrete cowpat. "An old, ree-search fahcility" said the Sherrif, getting out and adjusting his trousers once again. "You just stay behind me, watch how we do things round here Alabama style, Ah say, Alabama style!" he said proudly, marching up to the front door...

GM "Haumph, well if Sir would permit me" said the Matre'D proudly "I would recommend the Pinot Noir, 1988 Languedoc Cote LeHoelsher. It goes very well with peppered steak, sealed rare, and has a rich complex earthy taste, layered with winter fruits and a slight spring leaf aftertaste, all tempered with a fine oak" he explained, reeling off a few more impressive facts about sediment, body, and the region and soil quality of the grape. "And now, let me introduce you to..." Ms Sasha Shots, in the Opera Booth... "Mr Man. Mr Gecko Man, pleased to meet you. Please do take a seat" smiled Ms Sasha Shots, smiling with blood red lipstick and mascara. She bent in just the write places moving her arm like a ballet dancer, displaying both lithe flexibility and a barely modest cleavage. "Ms. Loeb thought you wouldn't show up. I thought better. How could you...resist?" she asked, sipping her own wine and smiling generously. "I hope you like Steak. And gambling..." she commented, savouring each word like it was indeed a finely cooked slice of meat.

GM "Yeah, there is a great way to contact me" answered Hannah. "That thing between your nose and your chin...what is it now...great piece of hardware..." she said, mulling over the riddle before snapping her fingers. "Your mouth! That's it!" she laughed, like a muted explosion. She enjoyed laughing. it was not exactly at Endevour, or even herself. it was a laugh that said "I'm glad to be alive". "That's right, sista, I'm coming with you, like it or not! Doctor Sparks, or whoever he is, well, he knows me, or at least of me. I can talk to him. From what I understand, he is paranoid as hell, and when you escape from the Circus Maximus with blueprints of their tech, I can't say I can blame him!"

Ok if you want to know your fine wines, Roll DC 10/15/20 to have a basic grasp, 15 to be a gentleman of taste, and 20 to know intimate show off detail about your wines. Failure shifts the Matre to Unhelpful, 15 to Freindlly, and 20 to helpful. Feel free to make a DC 20/30 roll to get a +2 / +5 Situational bonus to the above (i.e. seeming to know your wines and foods more than you do!)

GM "She is indeed Sir" said the unflappable Maitre'd, pointing with a remarkable display of decorum and accuracy, with a nod, and a subtle one too, at the opera booth above, where the delectable Sasha Shots sat. Her black hair was slicked back, short to medium length. Brown eyes shone, which was an impressive feat for brown eyes. She crossed her legs, revealing an immodest amount of tanned, toned, and flawless thigh. She raised her champagne glass to the Rogue Reptile, the man she had been studying with opera glasses. "Would Sir care to join the madam?" she asked. "I could also take your order for any fine wine or appetiser you may wish, again, on the house...." He gave the snooty and distinct impression that only fine would do. And any poor vintage or cheap cookery would be met with a polite upturn of the nose.

Computers Roll to interpret the readouts Hannah gives you: DC 20 DC 25 DC 30

GM "Huh, well I can't blame you there. I'm not a criminal, you understand? I just want to do what I need to, to survive. Every day, I get a little weaker. I'm running out of time" "To be honest, I have broken a ton of internet laws to get where I am. I'm not going to turn back now. If I need to bend laws, or even break them, to stay alive, you bet I will. But don't think I don't have a heart, even if it is bitter. I'm no supervillain" she almost chuckled at the last point. She did at least smile. "Word is, he took refuge in the Sewers. Which ain't far, but its a bit dark, and a lot smellly. I got the plans, and I got an email" she said, pulling out a rather weathered but still good quality laptop. Images, scans, and code flickered past Endevours eyes...

GM Geckoeyes scanned the joint. It was high class, no question about it. Large money was being pushed around. The wine was top quality Pinot Noir, old world, fine vintage. The Skeaks gave off a perfect bloody aroma. This was, as they say, how the other half lived, When they were not sailing their silver plated yacht studded with diamonds as big as your fist off their own private island. Cameras, there were a plenty. Some blatant, some hidden. Not surprising really, with gambling going on. As the sign said "Cheaters will be bitten". Mumbles rippled around him, alongside wide eyes and open jaws. Perhaps a few months ago, they would have asked for his autograph. But right now, with Loeb out for Geckoblood, and this being her trap, they were more reticent. "Champagne, Sir? All on the house tonight, courtesy of Ms. Loeb" said the Matre'd, a tall thin man with sharp eyes.

Throw me a DC 15 Current Events roll, +4 for Eidectic Memory feat, to remember this is the place that was rumoured to be run by a vampire and that Revenant nearly burnt to the ground (fighting some vampires on the top floor).

GM 2 Hours later... As Hannah walked out of Far Out!!! her Ataxia was more visible, she was walking with the aide of two sticks, and was clearly clumsy. That said, she was in good shape - she had to be, walking was such an effort for her. "You came. thanks for that" she said, sitting on a bench on the pavement and lighting up. There was something very punk about her, very...grown up, maybe, despite her age. "I'm in no immediate danger, thanks. I do however have a rare form of progressive ataxia. Ill be dead in ten years. Twenty if I am lucky. Sooner or later it will all go, and so will my lungs" she said, apparently resigned to the fact. "What I am looking for is a cure. It is...possible...I think. I am no expert, but I am good at computers, and finding things out. And I got wind of the Circus Maximus. You heard of them? They do all sorts of improvements. Biochemical, cybernetic, that sort of thing?" she puffed away at her cigarrette. "Anyway, I looked it all up. Plugged into places I shouldn't have. If anyone knew, or could prove anything, I would probably been in the slammer. The 'nets alive with this kind of gossip. Proteus, Darwin-X, the Circus Maximus, the list goes on..." She stamped out her coffin nail. "I found out about some guy. Underground. Left the Circus Maximus, stole a whole load of there secrets. He does...implants. It could help me. Trouble is, he is hard to get hold of. And dangerous to. And I can't fight very well..." she said, indicating her sticks.

GM "Hobbies, yeah, you could say..." said the woman vaguely. Her name tag said "Hannah", "Hacking computers, getting secrets, anarchy, that kind of thing" she explained, as her co worker, "John" grunted his dissaproval. "And yeah, its Ataxia. Bummer, eh. Guess some people get the good genes, some the bad" she said, again, her voice a cracked hotpot of emotions. "..." she paused, nervously. "...look, if you really want to help, I could use your help. Truth is, I know all about you and your family. Or at least, as much as I could hack around the world. I came here to find you. And now I have. Will you meet when I finish at this dump?" she asked, almost pleaded. She glanced at the work clock. Just under 2 hours till it shut...

OOC for A social conflict thread for Geckoman, defending his reputation from the Daily Herald.

GM Sunday, 14th December The High Steaks Casino / Restaurant Early Evening Sasha Shots was dressed to kill. And that was her aim. Not a shot through the heart. At least not the ballistic type. Her target was Geckoman, and she was dressed to make him swoon. It was a simple matter - she had poured herself into a hot little black cocktail dress of high expense, adorned herself with a few choice expensive jewels and jewelry, and applied her face paint. Sasha Shots was a journalist of average capabilities. What did make her valuable was a body to die for and a face to weep over. She was the new "face" of media, sweating pure sex appeal. And the corner of High Steaks, overlooking both the ground floor eating, and the raised area where gambling of all sorts took place, was hers. It was an opera booth of sorts. She checked her watch. Would Geckoman be late? The Daily Herald has publically invited him here today to give his "side" of the story, under the headline "Geckoman? Has he the Geckoballs?" The crowd below were packed, both gamblers and diners (and a large number who were both), all craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the "Rogue Reptile!"

GM "I'm in!" said Tanya and Arna, eager to be seen to be brave, even if they were not. It was hard to say who spoke first, or with more passion. One swim through arcane realms and ride through ley lines later... Whatever else, the ancient runestones of the Vikings had some pagan power. It was like travelling through fog, floating and ephemeral. And as the foursome wafted to the mountain through time that was not time and space that was not space, the voice of Erik the Red came through... Protect my line, Protect her.... The Mountain was beyond freezing. Even Tanya and Arna, who were unafraid of most cold temperements, started chattering teeth. There was wind here, and cold cold air. On the plus side, the sun was coming up, a dim glow that could be seen from their elevation. And it was elevated. And precarious. A thin path, or more like a thin space where the terrain was not perilous, leading upwards...

ok some rolls: DC 10 Sense Motive to get a sense that the woman is actually highly emotional - a mix of emotions rather than any specfic one, about finding / meeting Sar. DC 20 Medicine / Life Sciences noting that she has ataxia (highly uncoordinated, low DEX medical condition). DC 25 to spot that it is a genetic ataxia rather than later developed / acquired from brain injury etc.

GM The woman at the counter took her things and plugged them into the bar code reader. She moved slowly, with a tremor, uncoordinated. Sakurako noted that she was sitting down, and had a pair of walking sticks by her, under the counter. "Cards against Humanity, huh? How ironic" said the woman, tossing them back clumsily after bar code reading them. "I seen you here before, I think" she asked Saruako. She was not exactly rude, or blunt, just rather brazen about her questions. "Saruako, am I right?" she said as she took the young womans credit card. "Saruako Hino" she said, rolling her tongue over the surname. "Now theres a name to remember....is that really you?" she asked, pointedly. It was not exactly unfriendly, but neither was it exactly freindly.

GM "Well now, I dont rightly, ah say, I dont rightly know where that hooty-tootin white coated Sy-En-Tist is" he answered, clearly putting the concept 'Scientist' in the same mental bin as 'Federal'. One could only imagine that the Sherrif had a very large bin in his head. "I know he sold some of his new fertilizer to local folks. Well, more like gave it away, actually. Seems he was doing sum Huxperimentin'" he said, tossing a new word in his bin. "He had some place up in the woods, some bot-'han-ical lab-'hor-atoree...." he said, chewing his words and spitting them out in a nasty little green globule from the back of his throat. The soil it landed on fizzed slightly, and some lime green, almost luminescent mushrooms started to spout" "'Ahl give y'alls a ride, if you want, ah say, if you want. Just about 5 minutes from here..."

You could portal the whole way there, if you wish, but lets say this requires extra effort or an HP.

OOC for [url= this thread. Endevours history returns! Please also use this OOC for any ideas, directions, or complications you want the story to go.

GM December 13th, Late Morning... Season of the Yule... Cheap and awful Christmas music played on a short loop inside Far Out!!! game store. Browsing the games, videos, and electronics was fun. Listening to Mariah Carey belting out what she only wanted for Christmas for the third time, less so. As Endevour browed, she was watched by a woman at the counter, who was clearly "cool", or trying to be, whilst serving customers. She was sat down, head phones in ears, with short black hair and vaguely blurred ethnicity. She had headphones in her ears, and a leather jacket, in almost complete contempt of staff rules. And she was studying Endevour intently...

GM The Earth was now cleared, thanks to the Valiant Black Knight, cutting and thrusting, sweeping and parrying against the mushrooms and weeds. If a bard had been present, surely great songs would be told of the mighty duel between mighty warrior and inanimate fungus. Yet still, the earth was clearly poisoned and fetid. The soil was rank and toxic. Nee Naar Nee Naar Nee Naar Nee Narr Worp Worp! The police car pulled up beside them, trailing dust and screeching tyres. The siren flashed and stopped, and out came a splendidly rotund sherrif, whose brain looks as fat as his body. He pulled up his belt over his impressive midriff, took off his hat, and wiped his bald, sunburnt face. A revolver hung on his belt put he had not drawn it yet. "No whats going on here folks? This here a fancy dress party? Ah say, this here a fancy dress party? This is Alabama, y'all, not Freedom City!" he said, irritated and proud at the same time. He paused for breath and wiped his sweat again. "Ah got Hank Hicks, and he is a respectahble man, Mr. Hicks, well Ah say, I got Hank HIcks telling me some kinda super scientist sold him some bad fertilizer. And now ah got, Ah say, I got all sorts of Federal intahference, Ah say Intahference!" he protested. Clearly the Sherrif was not fond of federal ah say federal interference.

"Project Consciousness? Like some shaman thing?" bluffed Pitch. She knew smatterings, and that was it. "Well asking the dude seems the right thing to do. And looks like he ain't in much of a speakin' mood on this Earth" she said, as she commanded Tazel to fire down. The smoke and flames whiffed away, leaving her dressed pretty much as normal, which was still like a rock chick with bleach blonde hair gone wild. She didn't want the demon latching on to any ride to another dimension, that was for sure. He was dangerous enough locked up tight in her belly. "Well, I'm up for a Seance. Done a few before. Count me in!"

GM "Verily, and yeah..." said Arna, hand on mouth suppressing what was, to some, a rather cute giggle. "Thats all very valiant and so on, but it is also up a mountain. This is Greenland. The land of Ice. And snow. And also, at this time of the year, no sunlight. Climbing is not a good idea?" "Although do come in the Summer, the days are endless and the skies are blue!" she said with a smile to the Black Knight. "I can drive us there, but the ascent...I mean, I know you are a valiant knight, but...are you that valiant?"

"Yeah, yeah, ya bozo!" retorted the Mess, his musculature slowly shrinking down to 'normal' (or at least normal for him) size, as his super blood fizzed down. "Thats what all da guys say when they get clobbered. I could have been a contenda, if...I could have beaten him..if....I heard it all before, ya bootlicka, and maybe one day I'll hear it from ya again, when I beat ya down on my own. Or maybe you think that bruising my knuckles with ya face counts as a win?" he chuckled, elbowing Lucy. "What I wants ta know is, whats da big deal about this statue anyway? 'part from being old and all dat stuff..."