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Wisp's going to put herself between the 'bot and the civilians. Move: Stealth check to get hidden 1d20+15=18 Free action: Quick Change into costume Standard action: Second move action to teleport between the crowd and the robot. 45 Jubatus: Unharmed 25 Synth: Unharmed 24 Wisp: Unharmed 12 Revenant: Unharmed 10 Glow: Unharmed 8 Securitron: Injured 1

Vicky looked around, mentally noting how the collectable unveiling had gone from fairly fun diversion to disaster in seconds. When she saw Jubatus jump onto one of the cars she sighed a breath she hadn't noticed she'd been holding. Turning to Kristin she whispered, "We may need to clear these civilians and keep the robot from following. If things come to a fight, you might need to use your abilities. I've seen the video of you online but it's up to you if you want to use your powers sans costume here." Then the robot fired at the feline, at crowd screamed around them as the blast's light flared and crashed into the toy car. "It's never easy," she muttered, ducking low and willed her costume and current clothes to trade places. The costume change came with her teleporting ability's signature bi-colored smoke as she quickly followed the costume change by teleporting behind the last car between the civilians and the enemy robot, waiting for her chance to strike.

"I was thinking keeping it mostly to video games, primarily so we're not stepping on, say, the chess club's toes," she explained before retaking her seat and performing several leg curls. "That and most video games are kinda loud and would make the concentration needed for the more strategic board and card games fairly difficult. Especially if Guitar Hero, DJ Hero, or Rock Band are our starting points. I don't know if you've ever tried to play them muted but when I tried it ended poorly." "And yeah, we'll probably need a teacher or two to sponsor us. Especially if we want access to one of the class rooms and some of the equipment after school," the teleporter said, the effort of the workout finally starting to show.

I'm afraid not SC.

"I've only met her the one time, back in Tian. She was, for lack of a better term, sorted into my weight class. Crow, Myr, and I ended up eating most of our meals with her and Cannonade. The latter, good guy too. I've 'worked' with him a few more times." Vicky managed, just barely to keep the spheres moving as she watched Fulcrum send hers flying. "Well, the weight melted off once my powers emerged. The confidence took a while longer to cultivate," Vicky said, a slight bit of color raising in her face at the other hero's comment. "Very much an improvement, still have some stuck up bitches even in Claremont but nothing like my old school."

"And the pointless cameos. Â Like that one issue where Jay Leno joined one of the spider themed heroes in beating up ninjas. Â Or the time one of the publishers put Obama into a suit of power armor disturbingly similar to Ironclad's." "Well, without powers I'd likely be back in Chi-town, dodging the bitchier segments of my old school's cheerleader squad. Â Before my powers emerged I used to be a prime target for the she-bullies of the school, being the fat girl with bad acne didn't help matters." The look on Vicky's hinted at the harrasement she used to suffer.

Vicky watched the girls dance, making a mental note of their moves for sketching later. When the duo finished their impromptu display she gave a quiet bit of applause. After dodging the post-Christmas crowds the four made it to the music store. "My parents tried to sign me up for piano lessons as a kid. I nearly tied my fingers in a knot I was so horrible at it." The snow-haired teen gave a small impressed whistle as she looked down the row of guitars, drum kits, electronic keyboards and easily a dozen more instruments. "Very nice. Seeing all these makes me want to give music lessons of some kind another shot... I think I'll sit down until that feeling goes away," she stated before making good on her comment.

Securitron's save, 1d20+9=14 Please make your description and then it's Supercape's go. 45 Jubatus: Unharmed 25 Synth: Unharmed 24 Wisp: Unharmed 12 Revenant: Unharmed 10 Glow: Unharmed 8 Securitron: Injured 1

He's about twenty feet away.

Okay, combat time. Your foe, is this at PL 9 combat-wise. Wisp: 1d20+7=24 Securitron: 1d20+4=8 Juatus: Glow: Synth: Revenant:

The crowd of civilians seemed, surprisingly enough, to be calmed by the cheetah-man's speech. Unfortunately for Jubatus the robot wasn't as thrilled. It raised one arm, the three flat spatula-like pincers used as hands folding back over the wrist and a weapon's barrel emerging from the end of the arm. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to get off the car and quickly and quietly rejoin the group." Rather than wait for a response, the robot's gun-arm fired a blast of bright red energy at the hero. The feline was able to dodge in time but car he stood on had some rather nasty scorch marks where he'd been standing half a second earlier.

Vicky let out a small whistle at the room and the view, "Very nice. The house is a little bit on the creepy side but at least it doesn't remind one too strongly of the mansion from Resident Evil," she commented. When they finished moving all of Etain's possessions into her room she picked up one of the sandwiches. "Thanks Millie," she said before taking a bite of the turkey, cheese, and mustard stuffed food. She washed the food down with the iced tea and leaned against the wall. "No worries, if my and Janis' room ever gets so full of stuff we suddenly can't open the door, I know where I'm coming for a bit of help," she said with a smirk. "Yeah, Mr. Summers can probably get you something. In this economy, any job is a good job."

Sadly, Jube is unable to tell conclusively if the robot is being controlled remotely or is autonomous.

Well he knows the shrinking process originated from the a point at the top of the Eiffel Tower replica. Given his K-tech ranks... I'll need a search check for him to pick out where the robot's feed is coming from though.

Okay, you've got a panicked crowd and an robot delivering threats, GO!

As the light faded, the assembled crowd finds themselves on the top level parking tower with only a handful of the, until recently, subjectively small cars. Nearly every civilian in the crowd maintains a look of panic and naked fear on their face. Before more than a few cries of fear can be raised, something looking like a TV with arms on a unicycle rolls up the ramp down to the lower levels. "Good morning, I'm afraid because the toy lines used in this demonstration contain pieces of my creator's designs, you have all been officially taken hostage. Sit tight and if the CEO of Fun-Time Toys authorizes a shut-down of the line, you'll be released unharmed. If he doesn't, you and this building will be blown sky-high."

At her words the curtain began to withdraw revealing a table, easily fifteen feet wide and twenty feet long. On the table it seemed as though somebody had shrunk down some of the most famous landmarks around the world. Circling and criss-crossing the entire thing were easily half a dozen model trains. Movement, lights, and scaled-down noise buzzed around, through, and from the model. "What you see on the table before you is actually several of our new lines as well as animatronics our company has been working on for several years. The model trains are the first collection, the various cars and trucks you can see on the roads and highways linking the areas of the map together are another," she continued. Her speech was cut short however by a light beginning to wink on over the Eiffel Tower in the Parisian section of the model. As the light passed over the assembled crowd they felt themselves being lifted from their seats and pulled towards the model.

The lines finally began to collapse as people took their seats for the press conference and official unveiling of the new line of toys. Not far into the room a large black curtain hung, a small stage and podium set up before it. Several men and women in business suits walked on stage, the first of which, a woman in her mid thirties with shoulder length blond hair and a well tailored black suit, stepped behind a podium. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to our public unveiling. For years Fun-Time Toys has been creating toys that bring joy and happiness to boys and girls as well as collectors of all ages. Today, we're expanding on that with a new series of highly detailed scale models."

Vicky gave a smirk and chuckled before saying, "Next time we spar, I'll show you how to do that chickenwing arm hold. Besides, you did send that basketball across the gym and right into my jaw. That stung too." Vicky reached into her hoodie's pocket and pulled out the pre-order receipt as they neared the front of the line. Handing them to the attendant at the door she handed the receipts for scanning. She and Kristin made their way towards the stairs the staff member directed them to head down. The heated air inside the lobby was a relief from the January chill outside. The line continued more or less in the same order once inside, leading to stairs going up to the second floor. "Just when you thought we were really going somewhere," she mumbled.

Jube finds nothing out of the ordinary, sorry Cubist.

"Well there's that new Star Wars game I wanted to pick up but I'm in no real hurry, just remind me to swing into the Best Buy on the way out," Vicky said, unzipping her jacket as they entered the well heated mall. She looked over at Kristin, "Must have been nice. Chicago gets more than a little every year. The fun part is when we get almost a foot of snow in three days." At John's comment about the last time they tried to do any sort of sketching she smirk, "At least I don't work with paints, that shirt would have been ruined if we had." "Well, I think we've got a fairly easy choice ahead of us, either we load John down with various replica models he can build or an instrument. I'm thinking we should start at the musical end of things myself."

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"I hate to drop Goodwin's Law here but isn't that more or less how the jerk with the derpy mustache started his rise to power in Germany. Then again, in a weird round about way, I have him to thank for half of my powers," Vicky grumbled. "Oh, not saying it wasn't a great series. A pro-environmentalism message that was subtle? It was pretty impressive," she winced as the weight crashed onto Mona's foot. "True enough, the constant massive crossovers are getting old. Were the comic world is forever changed, until the store is quietly retconned out two years later." "I'll give the idea some time to brew, see what I can come up with." "Actually, To Kill a Mockingbird hasn't come up yet. But I see where you're coming from."

Vicky leaned over the new tablet computer her parents had gotten her for Christmas a few weeks previous, she was still getting used to drawing on it but so far she had managed to crank out half a dozen pages of one of her comics. Just as she finished shadowing the tattered remains of duster on a zombie she was drawing her phone began chiming with the voice of the antagonist of two highly successful puzzle games. "Hey John, sounds good. I'll be over in a couple minutes." Shutting down her setup she tucked it into her bag and changed from her casual lounging clothes into a pair of jeans and a sweater she made her way, via her smoke-producing teleports, to the mall. "Hey John, Etain," she called over, adjusting her sunglasses as she walked from the secluded place she'd landed in.

Vicky set the bed down, rolling her shoulders once she was standing straight again, "Much appreciated. Would be just my luck, I do a favor for a friend and end up fried by a defensive measure. Well, we'll be back with more of her stuff shortly." A second after that she vanished in her usual cloud and made the series of jumps back to the school. After landing she leaned against a dresser, trying to straighten her mildly tousled hair, "Your place's ghostly maid kept the defenses from doing anything worse that giving me a modest static shock when I landed. But, no harm, no foul. So, ready to get the rest of your stuff safely into your place?"