Tiffany Korta

Nicki Dee Nicki watched the pair for anything tick or sign that they were leaving off any information, already she had a Merge on-site checking things out, a portion of her hearing and feeling the signs and sounds of the floor. She wondered how her carefully curated brain, full of one or more Merges and sometimes a Cam, would look to a telepath rummaging through her thoughts. Maybe after all this, she could ask one professional to another! "Pave paradise, put up a parking lot! how very droll Mr Strong!" she liked to play the part of a slightly stuffy professional woman, it put people off and allowed her to pick up things they might not have realised they'd said or even implied "Maybe we should see where all this happened, to get a feel for what has already happened?"

Emerald Spider That was troubling, magic and technology always acted weird around each other, at least in her engineering brain. It also probably meant she was dealing with a company (probably) dealing with some very shady people. Still a problem for future Peri to worry about! Through hook or crook, she popped the hood of the latest deactivated drone, snapping a quick picture of the layout to send to the good doctor. Same setup as this one? She was well aware she'd need to get moving again, still too many of these cars needed taking down. Deside the gangster would rapidly decide if they were upset or not about her saving them from almost being mowed down by a crazy drone car...

Doctor Rosa Thorne Rosa considered for a minute, she couldn't leave these guns around to hurt anyone, but reducing them to slag could set them off causing innocents to get hurt. There was another options but it would take a little more effort and time. Not that there was much choice right now, so she wedged a chair under the door to buy her some time, sat cross-legged, and began to concentrate. A lesser principle of alchemy was that everything wanted to return to its original state, every rock dreamed of again being lava. So it was relatively easy to convince elements to separate from each other into their composite parts. Though it took effort so she started small, getting copper and lead to go into two neat piles, before splitting gunpowder into its composites. Then the steel, into iron and charcoal before finally the most difficult returning plastic to the oozing oil of its origins. It was slow and tiring, but hopefully, she could make a large dent in things before they realised what was happening.

Mz Grue With the effects seemingly disseminating Daphne quickly considered her options. Luckily little attention was on her, more focus on the "real" heroes, so she took the opportunity to apparently accidentally fall slowly into a nearby bush. Then with a quick roll, she was clear changing into her costume and growing in size as she came up. A quick swipe to grab the man was ineffective, obviously, her brain was still recovering from being slowed, but it wasn't the main aim. That was to provide a very big distraction so the others could make enough of a recovery to help out.

Roll, Grow and Grab is the plan! So roll out of sight and grow to giant size, then make a grab for the baddie! Attack Roll: 1d20+2=4, or not! Let's have this one stand and see if I can be a distraction for everyone to get things together!

Mz Grue Daphne returned to normal and joined the other, feeling a little bummed that she hadn't figured out how to win earlier. "I should have known to do that, I've done this kind of thing lots of times before! Kinda sorta, things are always more complicated than that..." she looked a little awkward and scratched the back of her head "I blame all those fake digital psychic shadows, all taste kind of fuzzy to me!"

Madame Raven Like an angry shadow, a Raven Wing cut the Atlantic skies following behind Atom transporter. Only they knew it was there because they had (for now) the crafts transponder code, Callie might be less paranoid than some Raven, but not by much. It wasn't that she mistrusted Levity, she had to admit she was a much better pilot, but an extra craft couldn't hurt in such an unknowable situation. "Everything looks fine out here! Still not sure why you wouldn't let me play along with your I Spy game!" she added completely deadpan, she learned such things from the best! "Could be they're creating some sort of resonance in the rock, or bypassing it completely with some kind of quantum tunnelling. We'll probably know more once we get closer to the mountains." physics wasn't her strongest subject, but she'd done a little reading up during the flight. Just in case it became relevant later, though this time it was the Guides, not her father that had instilled that idea in her!

Revenant When Lucy was little she'd be jealous of a girl who lived next door who'd had this glorious mass of black curly hair. Then the flappers came along and her short straight hair was all the fashion. Sometimes she had to remind herself that fashions came and went and you had to go with the flow of get drowned. After all, even though she didn't look (much) older than Ghule there was a hundred-year difference, a gulf that she hadn't completely crossed yet! "Please call me Lucy, Harker if it's formal, which it most definitely isn't!" she smiled a warm friendly smile "And you must excuse my moment of introspection, melancholy is one of the curses of living so long!" she spoke in a relatively soft Freedom City accent "It's complicated but yes I am also what I guess most nowadays would be called a zombie, back then we'd call them the un-dead! Though I must have missed the newsletter about us getting a queen!" there was a hint of humor in her voice

Zhenshchina-voin at the Food tables On seeing an old friend, a rarity in this age, Klara gave a wide smile and offered a hug to Beth. She had to mentally remind herself that she was no longer a Lady Liberty, so she had to hold back a little (a lot) so as not to cause any harm. "Beth it's been so long! What was it 86 or 88? I started a family a good while before you did, not long after that as it happens!" she gently put her old friend down. "When you have time we should catch up, though I guess lots going on tonight!"

Revenant Moving towards the fire There was a time, Lucy mused, when she was little when the sight of a woman in a suit was scandalous, thankfully time had very much changed! She slipped into the Hall without making a fuss, not really standing out among the suited and booted superheroes. Once she was past the press and fans she removed her sunglasses, revealing her solid coal-black eyes which with her pale white skin made her stand out in most situations. She spotted Ghule and flashed the younger zombie (if such a term could apply) a smile, there were so few undead active that everyone knew, of had heard about everyone else. Except the vampires who kept their own very private council. As Ghule was busy with her fellow teammates Lucy decided to go warm herself by the fire. Well, she never felt the cold, or heat, but still, fire seemed to hold a special fascination to her. "We are drawn to the things that hurt us most!" she mused out loud to herself.

Zhenshchina-voin At the food tables. Being around so many teens made Klara nostalgic about when she was raising her own daughters, none of her granddaughters were quite old enough to count and bought their own chaotic energies. "It's no Amber Room, but I'll admit that these Americans really know how to put on a show! I'll have a word with Calliope and arrange something, should have done it years ago!" Any further musing were lost with the arrival of Shadowbourne. "Little Shadow! It has been far too long since you last visited! And it's Klara among friends, I'm too old and jaded to worry about secret identities anymore!" she paused and thought for a second before adding "Though for you young heroes a secret identity is a very important thing to have! Always keep some time for yourselves and your family away from the superhero life!"

The Traveller With the other Praetorians <"Look a lot like the old Imperial Palace back..."> Sitara caught herself, this might be the wrong Continent but Earth was home she'd not visited in a very long time <"... Though I feel a little underdressed! Though I guess the happy couple will do all the schmoozing, whilst the rest of us spread the joy on this Winter Festival!"> After a few planets, you got to see how one winter festival was much like another. Not that there wasn't a chance to have a good time, it was generally a chance to let your hair down and have a good time. Especially places that allowed some form of alcohol. "Do you want me to say hello first or can I hit the bar?" she switch flawlessly from Galsandard to English "I'm guessing the alcohol has changed a lot since the fermented grains of the last time I was here!"

Mz Grue Taking a moment to center herself Daphne metaphorically kicked herself, she was trying to meet Might with Might when she had a whole bundle of other tricks to play with! She suddenly recalled that Tom Cyprus was more a force of nature than a man, strong but not the sharpest moss in the swamp kingdom! She couldn't actually mind controlling anyone, not that she'd ever want to, but she could use her telepathy to plan the idea into that big head and try and cause conflict. Tom so stupid, Tom cannot beat puny humans. to the best of her abilities, she tried to keep the tone and inclination of what she'd heard of the villain, trying to make it sound like this was a dissenting voice in his mossy brain. Or at least that was the plan!

Zhenshchina-voin moving towards the food tables <"Wise woman your Babushka, though I wished I knew more and could have done more at the time..."> she mused before adding with a humoured tone <"Maybe it's true that Russians can be melancholic at even the most joyous of occasions!"> She mused for a moment before snatching up a napkin and beginning to write out a number. <"If you need someone to talk to, whatever the hour, don't hesitate to call Auntie Klara. The same goes if you need someone to visit and we can easily manage a trip if you want to come stay for a while. My wife is a mean cook..."> She let the last part hang for just a moment before offering up the napkin "I'm sure we could arrange a trip to London for you all in the New Year to come to visit Vanguard headquarters! It's not quite as fancy as this place, but then again what is really?"

Knowledge (Popular Culture): 1d20+10=17, should have figured! Can I use telepathy, maybe communication, maybe HP, to plant a fake voice in Tom's head to trick him into attacking himself?