Supercape

I think that makes Supercape up a mighty 2 Hero Points. I don't know when he is up next? If so, his actions might depend on if he can sense the fire elemental is insubstantial or not.

Right - Cannonade is indeed Impervious to the explosion! Grim can have a better toughness as soon as is approved, Heritage. Sorry about the Iron, but it is Steampunk England... there may be a bit of it around! Feel free to post IC your moans and groans, and chivalry.

I would be happy to join up for this - I could GM although I admit I'm not the worlds best.

"Very practical", answered Quentin politely. "Perhaps some first aid kits too. Although knowing you, you have probably cultivated some plant that probably oozes penicillin somewhere. " He gazed around. "Hedge is a nice touch. Stops the cattle wandering... err... so to speak. " he fiddled with his lapels. "You know, what with it being disorientating and everything. Actually, come to think of it, I hope they have a leaflet or something with 'WELCOME TO PLANTWORLD' on it. "

"Dumpster works fine" said Slick. "More Poetic, too." "Personally, I would prefer the fire escape functional. Confident as I am, fire is not my favourite element. I'm a little... flammable" she explained, secreting a tear of black oil onto her finger as she spoke. "And given the problems we had with that Nazi Scientist back there, an escape route may be wise. "

Right oh, just for fun, the explosion is a DC20 Nonlethal Toughness attack! Ms. Well is Bruised and Stunned from it! Grimalkin, due to the spinning Cogs and whatnot, its partially raised for you to DC 25. As Grim is PL 15, and in keeping with Steampunk, Iron will be rife! :D

GM With a delightful smile, Ms. Wells invited the four magnificent heroes into the car. "No need to sit, you can just... hover" she said to the nervous Grimalkin. She cracked her knuckles and set to work on the bewildering array of knobs, dials, and levers that arrayed themselves on what loosely passed for a dashboard. With an admiring look at Cannonade's biceps, she roped him into winding up a particularly stiff wheel. He could swear that he was priming a spring. When finally, after a few hoots and whistles, the machine started to edge forward, it was clear that if this was spring-powered, then something most peculiar was happening to the laws of physics. The air seemed to lurch this way and that. The whole universe followed suit. Ozone and random smells, particular to each new dimensionaut, wafted into assorted nostrils. Cogs cogged, steam steamed, springs springed, dials dialed, and pumps pumped. And then something grated. "Oh deary me..." was all Ms. Wells could say, before there was a blinding flash of illuminating darkness, a deafening silence, and a taste that made your skin stand on its hairs. And fumes, steam, and grating mechanical sounds wafted through a chilly air. A few cogwheels span on the snow. It was clear Ms. Wells Machine would need a little "work" to run again. The explosion had been magnificent. And now, they appeared to be in London Town, with Big Ben in the distance, the Sun overhead, snow on the ground, in a slightly dingy side street with two open jawed beggar urchins freezing but open jawed at the sight.

Supercape yelled at the two heroes inside "Hope this helps! Nice spot of H20!" and proceeded to concentrate on the fast moving jet of water. It wasn't easy, as the stream was indeed moving fast, but water molecules were something he had had plenty of practice on. Something rather pleasing about them, he always thought. With his mind's eye, the requisite molecules started to exhibit unusual attractions, and a crystal - like structure, in a funnel shape, appeared over the stream. The structure was made of water, but it wasn't ice - its molecules were held together by the power of Supercape, and it was tougher than steel. The stream of water from the hydrant now diverted straight through the hole. It was a messy, inaccurate affair, and missed the man of fire. However, it continued to pour in, and hopefully the two men inside could use it to some advantage. If nothing else, they could soak themselves if they caught on fire.

I suppose its a case of efficiency: By swapping Swing Line into utility belt, and a Grapple into the gun, you can boost the grapple up a rank 7 attack (and I imagine an extra like contagious / autofire / transparent etc, depending on your descriptors: as it sounds like a chemical gun, I had a blob of glue in mind!) rather than rank 4. An issue you may have at present is if there are civvies around - I appreciate the gas attacks are non-lethal, but still. Or in a team, etc. Also, if you go up against gas mask wearing enemies, there could be trouble. All of above is fine, of course, and in my opinion can make play interesting.

Personally, I would think about having a non-AoE attack in the Asps Device: Like a "Glue Gun" (Contagious Snare) perhaps. Also, I would think about having an Obscure power in it (the generic "smoke screen"). You may wish to get "Blind Fight" feat. The SLow Fall/ Swinging stuff seems to fit more into the utility belt array rather than his "Smoke Gun" to me (conceptually, and probably more efficient?) Feat wise I would think about grabbing at least one rank of Evasion with your high reflex save. Maybe drop Quick Change (unless you have a nifty concept how a "normal" can change costume in the blink of an eye! or you just want to be cool). Thats my unsolicited advice anyway!

I think its me up next? If so, its create object, namely a funnel, or flume, over the stream of water from the hydrant, redirecting it through the hole into hothead. I don't know what his defence is, but ill post my attack roll. Incidentally, I am not entirely going for accuracy - just getting a load of water into the room would suit fine. I don't know what modifiers you want to apply for that I'll leave it to your discretion. 1d20+4=12 I guess thats probably enough to get water into the room, but not to hit the beast. I'll refrain from IC post till you confirm, however.

GM "Not exactly a Power Source..." she gazed at Carries left hand briefly "Ms. Wendle. More, a focus for manipulating power. In this case, heat. And more particularly, in this case, weather temperature. " She started cranking a lever on the automobile. "Best get a move on if you want to help, my colonial friends. Your aide would be most appreciated. Knighthoods for all, I should expect. " "The colonies do still serve truth, justice, and the English way in this dimension, I hope?"

Carrie would have no Idea I'm afraid, not enough data at this point to compute, so to speak. However, I'll bear that roll in mind for when enough data comes in (so to speak) for the pieces to fall together.

By the way, supercape has a detect mass: acute and accurate sense. I'm not being too flashy about it for now, but does mr flamo actually have any mass? Or is he insubstantial?

"That would be splendid" replied Quentin, brushing off thr crumbs of cheddar as he stood up. He didn't need supersenses to detect her stress - she as distracting herself. Works well enough - in the short term at least. He took the last wedge of cheese as his eyes fell on it. "Where too first? I imagine the whole planet is at your disposal?"

Quentin came up behind Stesha and put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry Stesha" he apologised "I'm not really the marrying kind myself. I've had my romances but I'm too much of a doddering old fart to understand marriage." He was being honest. Open. No other way to be in these circumstances. "But your wedding does sound lovely. And I understand how scared you are. Scared, and alone. " He went to the window, or what passed for one. "You know, Stesha. A marriage is about a life together. A lifetime. Thats a longtime for anybody. For some superheroes, thats an extremely long time, or in a few cases, a shorter time, tragically. In any case, it's a lot longer than the day of a wedding. If you are truly married to Derrick, don't worry about the wedding. The wedding happens in your heart, not in a church, not for your family, or your friends, or in your hometown." He looked once again at the scenery "or even in a planet you grew." "You feel for him. That's the part of the wedding that really matters. The when, the how, the what. That's just..." "...well. That's just the cheese on the cracker!" He bit into another wedge of cheddar with a friendly smile on his face, and a few crumbs of cheese on his jacket.

As the firehydrant streamed its watery good upwards, Supercape followed suit, to the gaping hole in the building. All mayhem was breaking loose inside. And it looked like the "innocent" civvies where anything but. It was going to be a devil of a job getting the water into the building as it was. He could do it, but he needed a bit of an edge. A larger hole, maybe, or perhaps dropping his fiery friend down a few floors. Attractive options, but perhaps he could start off by doing shedding a little light on the situation. The goons and the fireman wouldn't see this coming. Hopefully, they wouldn't see much but the after images of blinding light for a while either. With a furrow of his brow and a click of his fingers, an atom in the building shifted slightly, lost some mass, and an explosion of blinding blue light filled the room.

"I am probably making a stupid suggestion" said Quentin, almost sheepishly. He stood up and swept his arm over the horizon. "Is there any reason you aren't having it here? Safe? Beautiful? Appropriate?" "I suppose there is" he continued, "but it would be spectacular here. I don't know all in the ins and outs of weddings, I concede, but this place looks poetic enough for me. Practicalities be damned when it comes to these things. Of course, I don't know about any religious component to the wedding you need or require. Or Derrick's views on the matter. Or transportation to and from here. Or how to serve canapes and spritzers in this environment. " "But at least you would be away from press photographers and Sinister Simian Supervillians!"

"It depends on the oppurtunitym" he replied. "I like teaching, because I like using my brain. I like learning. Its sociable, by and large. Its not without its irritations. Academics can be brutal. Well, like Liebniz, you remember him. Would stab you in the back to get a publication or academic accoladem" "Not literally stab you in the back." He paused. "Probably not literally stab you in the back, anyway." Changing the subject, he turned to lighter matters "So, tell me, how does a super hero wedding work? Are you doing your own flowers? And how are you having that wonderful hair?"

"So it's not just a jungle?" replied Quentin "What's the rest? some sort of post apocalyptic desert? No - don't tell me. I'd rather not spoil the illusion to be honest. I much prefer this view." And the view was magnificent. A panoramic picture of perfect beauty. "To be honest, I don't understand why you just don't just decamp here. How do you face city life after this serenity and solitude? how do you go back? I can understand how being a florist appeals to you. But does it compare to this?"

Feel free to post according to reputation threads, Aoiroo.

In which case, for now, Its Move Action: Fly up to the hole Free Action: Shout / Speak! Standard Action: Perception Range AoE Dazzle (Radio and Visual) Burst - I will try and place this as sensibly as possible but the prime target is the Fire Elemental. As perception Range AoE its auto hit, no reflex save (to half the DC anyway) - Reflex DC 18 or dazzled.

GM Ms. Wells smiled at the assorted hero's. "I am afraid that in the height of British Summer, our beloved isle is in the grip of a most fierce winter. Our coal plants are at full power keeping the populace warm and dry, but the food runs dry and the people complain, and in some cases, die. We don't know what exactly has caused it." "Our dimension is one which is very sensitive to the energies of others. Well, that's a simple way of putting decades of research from our institute. Hypothetically speaking, energies from your dimension, or others, may have seeped into ours. Or even small amounts of matter. In the latter case, what you term ice could be used as a weapon of mass destruction. Even a few molecules, we would term a hypothetical material called Freezonium. " She put the ice in a finely wrought tube of iron and glass, with a dial at the top. "Or, I believe, it could be used to eliminate the problem. " She flashed a smile at the four heroes. "Especially if we have some upstanding heroes to help us with the matter. If you would be so kind as to take these seats..." She gave an interested glance at Silhouette. "And you, dear lady, are particularly interesting from an pararefractory dimensional point of view. Your name?"

No history roll to work out who the monarch Charles is... :lol:

"Extraordinary!" exclaimed Quentin. "The other side of the galaxy! Star empires! It's quite extraordinary!" Looking from one horizon to another, with plant life stuffed into every nook and cranny, he couldn't help but comment. "And, um... you can only travel to Earth... so this... is, what... another version of Earth? Primeval? Same time? It does feel like it has the same gravity." He took another cracker. "And the same cheese."