Supercape

Supercape flew to the liberty park at his top speed, his cape flapping behind him. In his first few days in Freedom City, Colt had been good enough to show him the ropes of being a hero, and had finished with an off hand warning about Dr. Simian. It was light hearted, but because of the novelty and excitement of the situation, Supercape had taken it to heart. And now, he had heard that the Ape Genius had set up some kind of Superweapon in the park itself! He sped down to the centre of the Park, where he could see the Gorilla in his chair, twiddling the knobs on what looked like some kind of giant radio emitter. "So, Supercape, come to stop my Idiot Beam have you? Let me assure you, your puny mind is no match for this. Soon the whole world will be reduced to the level of my simian brothers, and then they can rise above you puny homo sapiens! muahaha!"

"Lets have a look then" said Supercape, peering closely at the object. Reaching out with his mind, he scanned for any mass or gravity within the structure. Yes, there it was. No... no... must have been mistaken. There it was, or was it, no..yes... "Well that's most peculiar" he commented. "Inertia, but no mass. Kind of bends the rules of physics a little. Or a lot. Could do with some study. Quantum, no doubt. Maybe operating on super-refractory dimensional abstractions. "

OOC for this thread. (Meaning the snake in the grass in latin!) Etain and Quentin engage in some Da Vinci Code Investigation!

Quentin Quill may have been an athiest, but he had come to that path not from ignorance but from a position of dalliance with philosophy and even theology. Accordingly, he remained interested in the historical, sociological, and psychological aspects of religion. When the catholic church, St. Georges (based in Midtown) was host to a public lecture by the priest and scholar father Rozello, from Italy. Dressed in his tweed Jacket and bow tie, he had spent half an hour wandering through the church admiring the architecture, and five minutes doing the crossword puzzle in the paper, before settling down to hear Rozello's public lecture.

Spiffycape: Flesh and Bone Brainiac Brunch Stupid is as Stupid Does Latet anguis in herba Mind over Matter Wiki entry for the Lab to go to Supercape please (+1 PP I presume) Slick: Champagne Shenanigans Dig for Victory One Pill Makes you Larger I'm in a Boat At the Opera Tonight Medical Matters Here's Looking at You, Kid GM: (As SC hitting over 100 by my count, to go to Slick) Champagne Shenanigans The Brit Machine Dig for Victory Mind over Matter NPC: Liebniz The Brainiac Brunch I have submitted a vignette so I presume that is being added to Slick and Supercape in the fullness of time...

"But of course my dear!" replied Felix. If only she knew... Felix complied, and started leading the dance. He was hardly an accomplished dancer, but he had been to a party or two. He was surprised at how strong the lady was damn she must work out! and almost as a reflex his own muscles slid around inside his body to compensate. "Now my dear, you really must relax and enjoy yourself. All work and no play makes Jackette a dull girl!" he smiled. He rather liked Ms. Collier. For a journalist. "So, tell me the latest gossip" he whispered, as he spun her round the ballroom. "And I hope Fassbinder is maintaining its pristine medical reputation? If not, I want to be the first to hear about it. " He shuffled around and with a few steps drew close to the ear. "And I do mean that. We built this company on doing the right thing. And if I hear of anybody in it doing the wrong thing, you let me know. Because there will be trouble." This time, his words had an edge and his arms had a muscular wiry strength to him that belied his apparent age. Never again... he whispered to himself in his head, dimly remembering the horrors of his infancy. He realised he had a little too much blood in his voice. What had brought that on? As he spun around, he caught site of Miss America and the Doctor dancing away. German accent super scientist...

Supercape nodded approvingly at the blue light, and Jill. "Nice work, if I may so, young lady!". He peered very closely at the shimmering light "at some point you should actually study this, work out its tensile strength, plasticity, deformity, and so on. Even its mass" he gazed deeply "If it even has any mass, of course..." "Of course, you may have done that all already - bright lady like yourself, forgive my rambling. "

"Uh huh, my friend, no can do!" said the reporter, shaking his head. "I'm being paid to take snaps, and taking snaps is what I'm gonna do!" he continued in a Texan drawl, which complimented his cowboy hat and bolo tie. Looking at his digital camera, he flicked back to the picture he had taken "and that sure is a good one! Gonna look good in Yes! magazine. What was your name, again, son?"

Then so be it! MUAHAHAH!

KD: I was going to set the DC at 20, as persuading a photographer to part with photographs is not great result. Just off! however, given your faint legal threats, I was also going to give a bonus if you made a DC 15 Knowledge: Civics check. If you can make this, its enough to push you into persuading him.

At player request, I can throw in the occasional GM post, but the narration and events are largely players perrogative here! (Have posted as GM after discussion with KnightD)

GM As Corbin stood by the punch, two pretty young ladies dressed in slightly too short skirts and rather deep plunging necklines came up to him. Hangers on, by the looks of them. "Hi, I'm Sindy" said the blonde. "Hi, I'm Mindy" said the brunette. "We're actresses" said Sindy. "Aren't you just thrilled to be here?" asked Mindy. "Are you an actor?" asked Sindy. "Smile!" smiled Mindy, as the two ladies held onto his powerful arms and each gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Hold that pose!" said the photographer, catching the threesome together and clicking his camera.

At that moment, a full brass and string band struck up in the main hall. Ballroom style, but with a slightly jazzy and eclectic flavour. As many guests started to drift towards the hall, the main butler rang his silver bell and declared "Ladies and Gentlemen, dancing will now commence in the main hall at your leisure. A full, comprehensive and free" he paused for some applause and approval "bar is also at your disposal". "Excellent band" noted Felix "saw them last year in Vienna. Flew them over for today's bash. " Spying Ms. Collier, he sidled up to her "care for a dance, ma'am, if I can drag your perceptive journalist eyes and keen investigative mind to the floor for a minute or two?"

Supercape patted his stomach. He was not exactly fat, but he was 40 years old and lead a fairly sedentary life style. He didn't have a rock hard abdomen, and he had to watch that the faint rumblings of middle aged spread didn't become an avalanche. It was primarily by cycling to and from work that he kept his reasonably trim figure. "Not for me thanks, m'dear" he answered politely. "I'll stick with the tea" he added, handing Stesha a cup.

"Excellent!" replied Felix. "I don't exactly know what your capabilities are, of course. But the bigger the display, the more you can show off that super technology of yours heh? How about some firecrackers in your hands whilst you do it? or some flares on your boots? Have a word with my guys. Hey, you never know, maybe the good Doctor himself can strap you up with something extra special for the show?" He gave a wink to the Doctor and in fluent German continued, ""

GM "Hi pretty lady!" said Paul, plucking away at his double bass, inbetween singing the national anthem. "Wow, she is really something!" exclaimed John, nudging Edge. "Deep, like. She looks foreign, like. From the east?" he asked, whilst strumming his guitar and harmonising with Paul. "The east is deep, guys. I keep telling you we should go there. " answered George, playing a more intricate ditty on his ornate guitar, that looked somewhat foreign itself. Richard hit a cymbal "I'm going to be a Starr!"

Quentin peeked over at the emerging sketch. He was getting quite excited now, thinking of the possibilities... Excellent. In Hanover too! Its like christmas he smiled to himself. Now, if we could perhaps build a new particle collider at its base. Fusion reactor of course... His mind whizzed and buzzed over the possibilities. Of course, quite how he would get Supercape in on it was another matter.

"Gah...gah..." croaked Slick, coated with a sheen of sweaty oil that represented the terror he was barely containing. Again, there was the sound of cracking bones and groaning voices. He nearly jumped out of his skin, his nerves now completely shredded. "Look out!" he yelped, as his flashlight streaked behing Mad Dog, revealing for an instant a lumbering figure, all bones and rotting flesh.

"Well, its just mental exercise for me. For you? maybe the same. If its bioelectical, it may just as well feed of your metabolism than your cognition. I guess you know better than me!". "Aha!" he said, finding the tea leaves and strainer "Breakfast tea, that will do!". He started preparing his long desired liquid refreshment. "Utility is the key. Sounds like your stuff is a bit more flexible than mine. I keep experimenting. " he formed a pyramid mid air, which floated like a bubble. He gave it a nudge, and it tumbled towards the young girl slowly, as if in zero gravity. "Try and form it underwater? Try and form it in small spaces, or odd shapes. Contract it, squeeze it, expand it. Push it. If I really concentrate I can make it even stronger, although it gives me a headache doing all the calculations".

Felix was talking to the firework display company when he first heard, and then saw, Victories descent. The cyborg needed a night off, he thought, hoping he was going to be on full government duty. Those secret service agent fellows were always a little to stiff, and on occasion a little to perceptive. Mind you the entrance had been spectacular. Maybe Victory had a little bit of "show off" inside him? That gives me an idea! Walking back to Doctor and Miss A, and giving the latter a blown kiss (with a wink), he came up to Victory. "Impressive entrance!" he said, clapping his hands. "So glad you can make it! champagne? I hope it doesn't interfere with all that wonderful steel gadgetry and technowizardry!" He congratulated victory with a friendly pat on the shoulder. "That really was something special, your entrance! How fast was that ladies and gentlemen?" he continued, to a wider audience, and gave another smile to the camera who papped the foursome. There was another round of applause for Victory. "I don't suppose you would care to give us a little show later?" he asked in a lower volume, privately. "Having some fireworks later, and if you fancy zipping through the display it would so cool!"

"Indeed!" agreed Felix, smiling. "I think I shall have to greet them, excuse me one moment, madam!" He strode over to the couple, not recognising, but certainly admiring Miss Americana. The Doctor, he did recognise. Perhaps he had drunk a little to much wine tonight, but his normally sharp mind was struggling to remember all the recent news on the Doc and his company. Wasn't he looking to expand or something? "Good evening and welcome!" he enthused, as the waitresses plied the couple with champagne. "Delighted to meet you both... Miss... and Doctor... I really must have a chat with you sometime about some business. But lets not spoil the evening. For now, come in, welcome, and please mingle!" "You must excuse me for now, I have some of the nights entertainment to attend to".

Well I guess he knows that... and that "Archeville is often in search of resources, both in terms of finances and raw materials". So maybe some business schmoozing...

Slicks knowledge of Archeville: Business 1d20+10=12 Poor! And of Current events 1d20+5=7 Even worse! The alcohol getting to his head!

1d20+5=25 He senses well! DC 33, as is taking 20 on disguise (big party). All oil carefully wiped away!

"Certainly my dear" replied Supercape, picking up the jug of water. Peering into it, he slammed together a few subatomic particles and let loose a pulse of microwaves that caused the water to boil almost instantly. "Damn" he cursed, vexedly "where does she keep the tea. I can never get a good cup of tea. I swear, I should keep a bag of earl grey in my costume!".