Supercape

GM Edge, Cabbsy, and the Beatles "I like it!" enthused John "Imagine us! the Rolling stones!" "What do you think, Richy?" asked Paul "Nice ring...oh, star choice!" replied the percussionist, still flailing away at the partially disassembled kit.

Gabriel would certainly be a good candidate for providing some musical background if you wish... either solo or with others. What is his style? Jazz? If you would prefer CT that's certainly feasible, but may need a work around. Lying about his age, perhaps at his parents request or something. Technically its "18+", but its not X-rated, 17 years old would not be a huge problem and it may indeed be interesting. This is all up to you.

Supercape paused to do a few calculations. He was no architect, but then again, a simple dome wouldn't be to hard. He cracked his knuckles theatrically and gave a wink. Then, with a sweep of his magnificent cape, the quantum matter started to form. It was largely transparent and looked like an unusual crystal. It was probably white, but glimmered with purple blue colours here and there. Large struts of simple crystal formed connected to the ground to help support the weight... if indeed it could be said to have any weight at all. The dome now glistened like a magnificent crystal. With a moments concentration and flourish, Supercape formed a small ramp in the centre of the sanctuary leading out to the top of the crystal in a form of makeshift terrace. "Should be quite a nice view from up there!" he commented.

GM Cannonade: Hyde Park Ludd looked around, more cautious now. Sizing up his opponent, he clearly came to the conclusion he wasn't dealing with some simple minded pleb he could manipulate. And, it seemed, he wasn't in a strong bargaining position. Sizing up the options, he came to the simple but effective one. "Farewell, TRAITOR!" he yelled, as he ran away as fast as his boots could carry him.

Just tone down the German accent! But seriously, that would be a good interaction given Slicks past...

I have been somewhat neglecting Slick, my hero who dosen't have a cape, and whose non existent cape is in no way super. Slick's "Main" ID is the reclusive billionaire Felix Fassbinder. I had always conceived of him as something of reclusive businessman who threw the odd wild and extravagant party. Think Hugh Heffner without the bunny girls (keeping it very PG but you get the very broad flavour) - Wheeling dervishes, Elephants, Rockstars, Fireworks, Caviar, Cigars, Politians, etc. Nothing particularly sleazy or corrupt, but with a few jinx that would make it into the gossip pages of magazines and newspapers. Accordingly I was wondering if anyone would be up for an extravagant party? All (or at least, most) superheroes invited, of course... and if you feel its justified, some secret I.D's. Particular interests might be: Anyone who could be hired to perform - singers, musicians, comedians (bring your band and hangers on, of course) Anyone with particular fame, or political power Anyone fabulously wealthy Anyone who is just darn cool or has high CHA / Social skills The thread would be primarily social, but perhaps with some social conflicts and challenges thrown in at peoples discretion (e.g. getting photographed when you shouldn't, or accidentally offending a foreign diplomat - as two examples out of the bag).

Before we get, or don't surprised, its a notice check DC 15. Given the poor lighting, -4 if you have no accurate sense that is operating. Slick has accurate olfactory that will do the business for rotting corpses! However, Slick at -2 due to be shaken. 1d20+3=21 Makes it... And initiative roll 1d20+3=13 not so good... THe zombies... 1d20-1=2 even worse!

"Errr..." replied Supercape, unconsciously making his cape even larger and splendid, "yes, it is. On account of my cape. Which, as you can no doubt see, is rather spiffy!" "Ahem" he coughed "anyway, to business. Nice little sphere you have there! some kind of energy field, it seems" he continued, peering at the blue globe. Looking around the sanctuary, he started making mental calculations. "So, for this project, we will need to start with a base. A few pillars, like so..." As he spoke, some white crystal pillars of quantum matter formed at equidistant points around the sanctuary. "Now, hows the range on your magnificent blueness?"

With one man standing, Slick almost walked up to the outnumbered and outgunned enemy. With a quick feint and one-two combination, her fists pounded into the man. "And don't get up!" she shouted, almost furious, as her hands did most of the talking. Whilst normally cool, her blood was up. The thin veneer that had kept her fury over human experimentation in check had evaporated as her adrenaline levels rose.

Oops me bad, thought gangster was up next! 1d20+7=24 Slicks straightforward attack, should be enough.

As a Londoner, I can confirm the Gherkin does actually look very cool in real life!

"Delighted to meet you, madam!" said Supercape, shaking Jills hand and giving a small bow. As always, when meeting new folk, his cape grew slightly bigger and more splendid, and even sparkled slightly in the sunshine. Turning back to Stesha, he continued "so, big project eh? I guess you will be wanting some of this stuff..." and proceeded to produce a blue white crystal like ball of quantum matter that bobbed in the air like a balloon. He gave a smile at Jill to one side "I guess you can do something similar?"

"Ah yes! so, I guess the coffee cup is still there!" said Supercape, rather pleased with himself. Limbering up, more for show than anything else, he nodded at Stesha "sounds a splendid day out. I shall aim to please!" he smiled. Looking around, he gave her a knowing glance "Plant door again, I guess?" he asked.

"Stairs heh? bit of Dalek in him, then?" he asked with a wink. "Yes, give us a tinkle on the old Superphone. It may even be a little super now you have had a tinkle with it, I dare say!" "As for the soda" he said, pausing at the door, "I'm more of a cup of tea man, myself" he said with a wink, as he exited and flew off, cape fluttering behind him.

"Greetings and Salutations" exclaimed Supercape, dusting off his cape. He had decided to meet at Wharton forest on a whim, thinking it was so full of green goodness Stesha would somehow approve. His cape didn't however, being full of twigs and leaves. "New teaching job eh? sounds intriguing, and unexpected" he continued. "What exactly would this entail?"

"Excellent" said Supercape, giving the robot a gentle poke. "Nice little contraption, this one!" he said, nodding towards the robot. Casting his gaze around the laboratory, he sighed "well, it's been a pleasure, nay a delight, madam. Hopefully our joint scientific ventures will continue, given the plans for the laboratory!" He still wasn't entirely sure about Miss A. Something a bit too perfect about her, something he was missing? but despite this he trusted her, and even liked her. And she was damn helpful. He would have to check up on his quantum numbers.

The voices pierced straight through Slick. He stood frozen, and trembling. Hearty as Mad Dog's laugh was, it barely registered. He was actually trembling and could barely speak. "S...s..something real bad's down here. I'm scared. R....r...real scared..." As if to emphasise the point, the wind howled once more, and the voices echoed there horrible warnings. And this time, there was a horrible creaking sound, of old bones shifting against one another.

"Splendid stuff!" said Supercape, almost clapping himself. "Of course" he continued "this is laboratory conditions. In the real world things may be different. It all depends on degree of observation. Quantum entanglement and all that" Picking up the scraps of paper and the (now slightly blunt) pencil he continued his scribbling. "By my calculations if the existence of the matter was actually critical to ones own existence then quantum immortality would come into play. If we take the many - worlds hypothesis, then one would only be aware of the reality where the matter continued to exist, as when it didn't you wouldn't be around to note it didn't" He paused. "Of course, that wont apply when its existence will lead to serious injury, or deaths and injury of others" he said, chewing the top of the pencil.

You are fairly sure he is being evasive about Thomas, and either knew, or suspected, he was a Robot.

"Well that's not a bad idea" replied Supercape, and with a few flourishes, the numbers one to five, in three dimensional sculptures, all formed of quantum crystal, were floating in the air. "Now, how to measure when - or if - they actually stop existing. Or rather, cease pretending to exist. Stopwatch?"

"Sounds like an idea, thankyou" said Supercape graciously. Holding out his hand he formed a straightforward cube of quantum matter, about 5cm a side. Letting it hang in the air, he pushed it towards Miss A. "Will that do?" he asked "although I am not entirely sure how you will measure when it collapses. And in any case, it may be entirely random, like a decaying proton. One second or one year..."

"Errr... no idea" replied Supercape, honestly "it bears testing really, but I don't exactly have the resources to do the testing. I only recently struck on the idea how to create the stuff" he continued, gesturing at the scrawled equations he left on the desk. "As for my part, being familiar with this stuff, and given how I seem able to just... sense these things, it pretty much comes and goes as I please. Under other circumstances..." he shrugged, thinking of the quantum crystal coffee cup he had left at Stesha's plant world. Was it still there?

Cannonade can make a sense motive roll vs DC 20 to suss out Ludd if he wishes. Ludd is fairly canny.

GM Hyde Park: Cannonade and Ludd Ludd was seething "my game is simple, traitor. To unite the people and free them from the t'rny of in'dstry! if anything, Thomas served to il'strate the point! machines replacing man! what an ungodly thing!" Ludds voice was a loud screaming, but charismatic nonetheless. It drew in crowds, but the throng were still debating the outrageous events. Even as Ludd spoke, some of the crowd heard and started to wander over to the two, still debating and jostling as they did so...

GM Tower of London: Grim and Blake Blake clapped his hands "by Avalon!" he exclaimed at Grim's gift. Bending over, he peered at it more closely. "Needs a bit of refinement, mind!" he commented, reaching for his paintbrush. "Thankye, creature of fey, from Blake of William! 'tis fair exchange, 'tis fair! and fair it is! divine in providence!" he jabbered, dabbing at the glamour chair. "I shall be seeing you in the neverwhere and neverhence, I shouldn't imagine!" he added.