Supercape

Nothing to see but spooky gargoyles then. However, you can continue your divining effect to the last [intact] totem.

Supercape looked around at the other members. Scientists aren't reknowned for public speaking. Me included. He reminded himself. He fingered the five straws in his lab coat pocket, one with the cut off end. Perhaps nobody would volunteer... Good thing I came prepared...

Supercape shook hands with his Labmates. He knew Miss Americana particularly well, of course. The others, he had only met as his alter ego at the Braniac Brunch Meeting, and briefly during the course of the Lab construction. "Well, we still have some time before we have to meet the masses. A short speech from all, nothing more than a minute tops, would be good, providing everyone is happy to do so. Then a bit of mingling, meet and greet, all smiles and what not, then back up here to play with the toys and a spot of tea!" "I can't say I'm particular fond of crowds. At least we have some PR staff down there to help. " He coughed and looked at his shoes. "Any volunteers for the first words?"

"A scan sounds good. Especially if its a Star Trek one that goes beep beep!" smiled Slick, regaining some humour. "And you make quite a dashing McCoy, you know!" he added, as an afterthought. "Seriously, you have some impressive gadgets here. All very high calibre. Nothing like it. Its probably my only chance to get a good peek at my insides, and work out exactly how I tick. So, if whatever you could offer me, I would be more than happy to take it up. "

A Search Roll here would detect signs of recent (human) activity, and other stuff. DC 20 to spot, DC 25/30 for finer details. It would require quite a detailed search however, not a notice roll.

Quentin followed Etain into the Crypt, which was dusty, cool, and definitely more eerie than the graveyard. He coughed gently and shuddered. "Spooky" he commented. There was no Latin equivalent to the word. The architecture appeared somewhat macabre, with grotesque gargoyles and arches that could only be half seen in the shadows. "

Apologies AA, I mistakenly read your post as complete action for that round! I'm afraid this is due to my relative ignorance in PBM etiquette rather than game mechanics. If you want to add in what I imagine is a move action please feel free to do so.

Continuation of Initial Thread / Reboot. OOC thread for this thread. Slick, Dragonfly and Nick track down Knuckles O'Hagan and the new drug. This is rebooted from initial thread as Drifter has gone AWOL. Taken from the point where they reach Knuckles hide out.

Slick walked down the street counting down the house numbers. It was a run down street in a run down area. Trash littered the pavement, peppered with empty alcohol bottles and the sorrier sight of needles - testament to the narcotic use that plagued this area. A couple of bums lay asleep mumbling to themselves outside one house. His acute sense of smell was no great asset at that point. "Number 37 ahead. Looks like that's the place. Careful, looks like two guards outside" he commented, as he spotted two heavy set thugs sat on the stairs leading up to an old town house that looked particularly well boarded up and protected.

Quentin quite liked graveyards. They were quiet, for starters. The architecture was often reasonably pleasing. As long as they weren't any goth kids hanging around, he usually found them rather pleasant. After his experience with alien magic on an alien world earlier today, this was not a usual time. He quickened his pace, and kept all his senses alert. "" he commented. Stupid comment. Talking for the sake of hearing a human voice he realised. "

First lab thread now up! here! Primarily for Lab members, although I would imagine Dok A more than welcome!

OOC thread for this thread, should we need it (although its primarily social). This is primarily for members of the Lab to meet and greet each other and the public. Other heroes by invite. Doctor A would be an obvious invite.

Date: December 1st, 2010 The press and public swarmed outside the doors of the Lab. It under an hour till the ground floor expo would open. Supercape had changed into his modified "Supercoat" costume, same theme and colour, but instead of a magnificent spiffy cape, he had a magnificent spiffy lab coat. His face was still masked of course. The laboratory was now fully functional. Teething problems, of course. Especially the damn main computer bank on floor 13. Still, the back up systems were working fine. Even the particle accelerator underground was up to speed (he chuckled at his own mental pun). He dusted of his immaculate lab coat. It never needed dusting of course, but it reassured him. He didn't like crowds. The entire ground floor and first three levels were given over to demonstrations and public relation functions of the new building. Despite his nervousness, he was excited. So many toys to play with!

"" He say back and, in a rare moment of bravado, cracked his knuckles. "

Heritage up next

"Why certainly" replied Slick, taking the whit gauze and wiping his hands that continued to slowly ooze the characteristic oily substance that permeated his body. "I haven't yet determined many biometric parameters of my body, or the substrate, in situ at least. Magnetic, radioactive, so on. Of course, I have run a lot of tests on the extract, buts its a lot harder to do the testing... discreetly... on ones own body. "

"" replied Quentin, still staring at the candle. "" He sat back in wonder, and drank the rest of his tea. "".

GM "The names Sleaze, lady. Sleaze McRock", sad Sleaze, in a sleazy manner. Mindy and Cindy squealed and clapped there hands excitedly. "As in... not McSleaze Rock" he winked. "And yes, shure I knows that song... hit it boys!" His band pumped out a gritty but tuneful version of said song, perhaps somewhat more placid than he would have normally done given his audience. But it went down a riot nonetheless. A cheer went up, some drinks went down (along with some hair), and some normally respectable individuals started to grab a partner and cavort to the music.

Quentin stared at the flame intently, with more than his eyes. It was hot and bright as a flame should be, but the wick was still bright white, and the candle had, as yet, not melted. "" he commented. "" he added, after further scrutiny, scratching his chin. "

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Qunetin shrugged. Etain somehow combined being evasive with being polite. She should have been a French madam with that air of mystery, he concluded. It was coming out in small pieces, none of it particular useful. He just hoped their fates would note depend on it. On fates larger than their own. She was gracious about it, damn her! he smiled to himself. "" he smiled. "" he added, raising his mug.

"No no. I must say you have been very professional" remarked Slick, arching an eyebrow. What was this chick made of? Steel? "However, if we are getting down to the nitty gritty, what do you make of these oily secretions?" he asked, again holding up his hands to reveal two strata of his characteristic oil.

"Not as far as I am aware" replied Slick. "My DNA seems potentially able to produce offspring, but with much reduced probability. Under 1%. Far under. It would probably require some artificial help. " "Whilst I cant completely rule out the possibility, the answer is no. " He couldn't resist. He knew he shouldn't. But he had to. "You offering?" he said with a friendly smile, quite evidently conveying it as a jocular statement rather than a serious one.

"I have never attempted, no" replied Slick, stretching his limbs. They ached a little, from all the contortions of the last few minutes. "reason being, I wouldn't be able to. I am human, and I can only shift around my muscles and organs as a human would. Wings are out of the question. " He cracked his knuckles. "As for powers, well, given I can pretty much shift my body around, you wont find a stronger human being. I'm a strong as human muscles can be. And given my unusual physiology, I'm even more resilient. I can coil my legs to give me extra mobility..." he continued, giving a few demonstrative hops. "And my sense of smell is very acute. Every pore on my body acts as a nose!" he laughed.

"Just appearance" replied Slick "although in your case that must be your main super power" she replied with another wink. Again, the dance of flesh and oily streaks played before Miss Americana's eyes until Slick had reformed into his original appearance. "Just appearance" he repeated. "Although to quote Mr. Wilde again, it is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances. "