Supercape

Thats... ample!

"Why is pretty lady not speaking? Pretty lady not my friend any more? Pretty lady was nice to me before. Except made me nasty coffee. Me made her glowy stuff." He smiled with a vacant expression on his mind, and formed a star shaped ball of quantum matter in front of Gina, that bobbed up and down. "You like glowy stuff too?" he asked.

GM With a wave of her hand, Miss Wells greeted Cannonade and Grimalkin and eagerly took the copper tubes from them. After inserting them into her difference engine and studying the readouts for a while, she furrowed her brow. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the centre of the temperature drop seems to be coming from Kew Gardens of all places. Most peculiar, and indeed dangerous, as this is currently the site of a major social gathering of London's finest aristocracy and landed gentry. Its going on right now..." She collapsed slightly. "I don't have a ticket!"

Cannonade: Fort Check vs Cold Environment DC 10 On way back.

"Errr" replied Supercape, not knowing what to do. "Me not knowing what to do" he said. He scratched his head. "So that means me comes in broom broom. Can you make me think more cleverer again? Thinking so hard. Thinking boring. " "Me teach stuff at school. Numbers and stuff. Me not sure me can do that now. Numbers all funny. Me count 1...2....3...errr.... many...." "What me do? Me hungry and me not know what to do now!" he started crying as he followed Gina, hanging on to her arm.

Following up from Dragonfly's spatial distortion, Slick clambered on top of the man, paused dramatically, and with all the power she could muster, slammed her arms together brutally in a clapping motion, her fists colliding onto his head. "Brute!" she yelled, "you have no right!"

Slick remains full of fury, so -2 defence, +2 DC trade off... 1d20+5=24 As has improved crit for unarmed attack, that crits! So its a mighty DC 29 Toughness save... ouch! Of course, may be immune to crit hits.

"Me go in broom broom?" asked Supercape "with pretty lady?" "Where is broom broom going?" he asked, wondering if she should trust the lady who was not pretty. "Should me trust lady in't pretty?" he said. "Did me just say that?" he asked, scratching his head. "Me confused!" he exclaimed, thus finally pronouncing some truth.

"Oh, I do hope something is going on tonight", replied Felix, more than happy to be lead, unblinkingly dancing in an effeminate style. "That's the whole point. And nobody is innocent, for sure. As Oscar said 'the truth is rarely pure and never simple' - or was it the other way round?" He twirled away from Fusion with a wink. "I must attend to the guests for a moment, my dear. Do please entertain yourself. More fun, less journalism, heh?" Felix sauntered off to the gardens. Waiting for him there where the firework crew, acrobats, and animal handlers he had hired. Monkeys, tigers, and an elephant he intended to make a grand entrance on, firing off some fireworks... He caught sight of Victory, and wandering over him, clapped a friendly arm on his shoulder "hows about a daring display of aerial acrobatics to go with these fireworks, sir?"

Supercape squinted, in an almost comedic cross eyed fashion. Despite his befuddled brain, his ability to sense all sorts of pretty atoms and quantum fluctuations was intact. And the pretty lady wasn't making a pretty beam of raydywayve anymore. "Wake up, pretty lady, make raydwave!" he said, giving her a nudge. He hopped from foot to foot in anxiety. "Get the nee-nar bus, get the nee-nar bus!" he said to the audience, who were clearly quite shocked at his idiotic behaviour.

Supercape watched the frozen body of Miss America tumble to the ground. He floated down herself at a more leisurely pace, upset that the funny monkey man had gone. "Funny monkey man gone" he sad, sadly, as he floated down. He tugged at Miss Americana's arm, worried that she hadn't like his pretty lights. "Pretty lady not like pretty lights?" he asked.

"Hehe Monkey man talk! Monkey man talk!" clapped Supercape excitedly. Dr. Simian was clearly nervous when the idiot beam was pointed at his own cranium. "Now, now, lets not be too hasty" he said, holding up his hands carefully "if you reverse the polarity of the neutron flow, the subjects intellect should be restored shortly..." "Wheeee!" said Supercape "Me make pretty lights!" And with that, an atom exploded in his hands, releasing a blinding electromagnetic pulse blinding every one for nearly half a mile, and frying every radio receive in the same diameter. Blinded himself, Dr. Simian still knew how to take an opportunity when it was handed him. He aimed his hover chair to the skies and flew off as fast as possible. "Farewell, human fools! Soon the whole world will be morons once I erect my mega-idiotizer on the Pyramid Plaza! muahaha!"

Consider yourself queen of the dancefloor. Audience very impressed.

You aren't joining the Kareoke later? :D

"Excellent" replied Supercape, gesturing at Jill's creation "particularly if you fancy working out your upper arms!" Probably a good thing she dozed off. Less she knows about quantum mechanics, the better. Although as long as she doesn't take a PhD, it should be safe... yes. Should. "Sorry about the spoon by the way" gesturing at the bent object at her feet. "Oh, and your head" he said, acknowledging the unfortunate trajectory of the rebound.

Sounds perfect to me, Alder. The party has started although the night is young. One question looking through t=your character sheet (as it may be pertinent) what is your perform skill in? it seems to just say perform 5... Are you taking to the mike for singing? showing some moves on the dance floor? etc etc...

"Ahem" coughed Supercape "unfortunate bounce, that. Must be a bad bit of turf, so to speak. Then again, been a while since I played cricket. " "Nevertheless!" he pronounced, waving a finger! "it appears its strength is due to plastic deformity with associated rebound! which is important stuff. If bullets go flying off in all directions, you may harm innocents. On the other hand, this property may in fact be desirable in some circumstances. " "Important stuff, this science rubbish!" he grinned at Jill.

Pretty lady... met before? thought Supercape, trying to concentrate. It was like walking up a muddy hill wearing ski's. "Pretty lady...met before?" he said. It was clearly impossible to think without speaking. Perhaps with a good deal effort he might only mouth the words. "Monkey man make lights. Head feels silly" he gave her an innane grin. "Ooooh" he said, looking down "me in sky! ground down there!" he pointed at the park several meters below them and wiggled his legs excitedly.

"Excellent!" said Supercape "Gravity blind! can come in handy!" he poked the dumb-bell experimentally. "How does it stop the bullet? dead in its tracks? rebounding it? plastic and deformable strength or rigid? you probably won't need to know all these things, buts its worth thinking about. " He went to the small kitchenette, and took up a spoon. "It needs proper experimentation, of course. But the first question can be answered, a least provisionally..." and with that, he took careful aim, and flicked the spoon at full velocity towards the blue construct...

The pulse is a drain INT -14 Power vs Will. For Plot devices Supercape is failing this and as he is also monologuing (a complication), its +1 HP as the pitiful compensation! Supercape now has an INT of 4!

Supercape paused, hovering in mid-air. "Mr. Simian, your foolish plots will come to nothing. Surely you realise that the answer lies in elevating your kindred species, not degrading the noble spirit of humankind. For as Shakespeare himself said: "What a piece of worke is a man! how Noble in Reason? how infinite in faculty? in forme and mouing how expresse and admirable? in Action, how like an Angel? in apprehension, how..." Even Dr. Simian, no stranger to monologues, was tiring of this. "Oh shut up, you silly man!" he growled, and depressed the button. The device pounced to life, green sparks flying up and down its protruding wires, and a pulse of white - yellow light covered the park. Supercape was most upset his knowledge of Shakespeare was not appreciated. "Have you no love for the Bard, that mighty... master...of...." what did he do again? plays or something. What was that monkey doing in that chair? it was floating. Gravity, or something. What was gravity again? He giggled "monkey... make lights!"

Just a reminder: we have 5 PP comitted to the Lab now, and it looks ready to go from the Braniac Brunch thread. If you could commit 1PP of your last months rewards that would be grand. At some point, I will kick off a "Lab Introduction and Grand Opening" thread for us to enjoy our new facilities!

Galvanised by fear, Slick lashed out crudely with his foot, trying to knock the pile of bones and flesh that had loomed behind Mad Dog. He could smell them now, all around. Whilst fear certainly lead to action, it didn't lead to style. His kick was completely ineffective, driven with no thought other than to feebly push the thing away. He swallowed a scream.

OK there are four pumped up zombies (base stats, with +8 STR, +2 Att, +2 Def, +4 Protection). Shouldn't be a huge problem for us. Slick - 13 - HP 1 - Shaken (-2 attacks, defence, checks) Mad Dog- 7 - HP 1 - Unharmed Zombies - 2 - Unharmed And we start with a pitiful straight attack from Slick 1d20+5=7

Miss America looks after an idiotised Supercape in this thread