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Raya's apartment, Emerald City, Oregon September 30, 2019 Morning Groggily, Raya opened her eyes to find herself staring up at her ceiling. There was a slight throbbing in her temples, and her mouth was dry and tasted like salt and alcohol. Shifting, she felt a presence next to her, and turned to see a slumbering face next to her. A smile crept over Raya's lips, but it faded following a sharp spear of a headache running through her skull. Sighing, she sat up, and saw three empty bottles of champagne sitting next to a bucket full of water and some rapidly disappearing ice cubes. "Ah, man... Those are like a thousand bucks each..." After giving herself a moment to chastise herself, she rose from bed and went over to her drawer. Looking in mirror atop it, she saw her hair had gotten wild and her eyes were slightly red. She shrugged, and pulled on some stretch pants and a Compass Rose sweater that dropped down off her left shoulder. She wandered into her vast living room, taking a look at the Emerald City skyline from her windows, before flopping down on her leather couch in front of her coffee table, and more importantly, her 150 inch TV. Her setup was impressive in the living room, art pieces and trophies from adventures hanging on the walls. A Brazilian flag sat between two abstract pieced, a little reminder of her heritage. "Hey, SmartHome... Start morning routine, and place an order for two fiesta breakfasts for room service," she croaked, rubbing at her eyes. She saw a small flash of light from a device on her coffee table, and it chirped "Alright. Done." Raya heard the hiss of her percolator coming to life, and sank deeper into her seat. Flipping on the TV, she called up Netflix and began to watch her 'toons as she waited for her new companion to wake up.

GM August 21st, 2019 5:45 PM Wharton State Forest It had sprung up seemingly over night. A labyrinth, in the middle of Wharton State Forest, with pathways made from bushes and trees, the kind that it would take years to grow into place. But well, this place? The entrance was a big, with a large arch made out of the same bushes and trees and interlocking leaves as the rest of the maze. Large letters in a cream white color, in a vaguely Greek font, spelled out "MAZES AND MINOTAURS" at the top of the arch. A lot of people had gathered, some had entered, a lot of people just standing around outside. It was a strange thing, sure, but this was Freedom City, so it wasn't that strange, was it now? On the other hand, one Moira Morley had received an invite. A letter that had arrived at Morley's Pub, adressed to her, with golden letters on the front. It read: "COME FOR ADVENTURE AND FUN, AT THE BRAND NEW MAZES AND MINOTAURS! SPECIAL EVENT, JUST FOR YOU!" Could she pass that up? Maybe, maybe not.

OOC for this @Moira Morley

West End, Freedom City Fall 2019 6:30 PM The Meta-Naut Raya sighed to herself as she drove up to ‘Morley’s Pub.’ Normally, she had a driver, so parking on the street across from it was something of a nightmare. She would have kept the driver, but that seemed unnecessarily showy. Then again, wasn’t flying all the way to Freedom City just for a date pretty showy too? Oh well, didn’t matter now. Not like she could go back. At least not without being super weird. She sighed, leaning back in her seat, and pulled out her phone. She hoped the car she had rented wasn’t too ostentatious. It was a Black BMW-5 series. A luxury car that didn’t necessarily scream it. She inhaled sharply through her nose, and checked her makeup one last time before she opened up her text messages and began to hammer away at a text. Wanting to make sure that she was noticed, she stepped out front of the car and waited, staring at the pub. She didn’t want to go inside, really. Too many people and she’d feel awkward about not buying anything. Raya was dressed for the occasion, wearing a pink pant-suit with a light purple shirt underneath, her lips painted the same colour as her shirt and her eyeliner winged. She was wearing faux-crocskin black flats, since she didn’t want to be in heels all night. She’d even had her hair touched up, though it was in the same style as always, the left side of her head cut into short lazer lines while the rest of her hair was longer and flopped to the side. She hoped she hadn’t overdone it.

As time flowed, Moira and Estelle got... content with each other. They grew close. And that was fine for both women. But each knew they were not the settling down type. They had their love, but it was time to go their separate ways. With that, Moira caught a plane ticket to her old stomping grounds. Freedom City was like a big palette cleanser for Moira. It was her youth tied up with everything that made the world great. Not all of it though. But then you have the power to change things in Freedom City. From the smallest to the greatest. It's the reason she always had ties here. Unfortunately some ties got looser, but she would always remember them. First visit was to her home she always had. To check in on her father, the temple, and of course, Morleys pub. That was something she would fight for until her dying breath. Family. Even if Sean wasn't her biological father, he was her father. Ares was the type you went to when you wanted training or a fight. Sean was the one you went to when you wanted comfort and daddy's advice. Second visit was around the West End catching up on talk and people, but mostly, she wanted to see Lynn. The friend she'd always have. Plus, perching with her was always awesome. Well, if she'd allow. Moira looked at the last text she sent to Lynn. Half spelled out 'be back next weekend, love you' followed by a few emojis. That was last year. She sighed. It was almost indicative of her to be that flighty. Still it was fun. She sighed, shaking her head, followed by a quiet laugh. There was Lynn's door. It was Friday after hours. Knocking was purely customary, as she tried to open the door afterward. "Hey, anyone home? I brought the good stuff!"

Scion was facing down a couple of small time super powered criminals in the West End of Freedom City. The two thieves thought they could take what they wanted in broad daylight. Some criminals never did have any sense. "Freedom City, of all places," she laughed, "you better be glad all yo got was me!" Slamming one into the other. "Fortunately your hospital stay will be short, but your jail time will be..." Her, admittedly one sided, conversation was quickly interrupted. The two obstacles, in the blink of an eye, were now unconscious and handcuffed to boot! It "Pacer," Scion exclaimed, greeting the quick heroine, "how goes it, lady of the wind?"

Player Name: Moira Morley Character Name: Scion Power Level: 10 (150/181PP) Tradeoffs: -2 attack, +2 effect; -2 defense, +2 toughness Unspent Power Points: 31 In Brief: (originally) A earthbound goddess tries to be a hero. (now) The prodigal daughter returns. Residence: Freedom City, New Jersey. Base of Operations: None Catchphrase: None Alternate Identity: Edone (birth name), Moira Morley (mortal name), Divine (former heroic code name) Identity: Public Birthplace: Mount Olympus Occupation: Hostess and part owner of Morley's Pub Affiliations: Aphrodite, Apollo, Ares, Dionysus Family: Aphrodite (mother), Ares (father), other Olympians (by default, you know its a big messed up tree), Sean Morley (mortal parent, 55) Age: 28 (born: March 14, 1988) Apparent Age: between 19 and 21 Gender: Female Ethnicity: Olympian Height: 5 foot 5 inches (1.65 meters) Weight: 125 pounds (57 kilograms) Eyes: green (yellow when using golden bracer) Hair: dark red (with golden strands some times) Moira stands with authority, being an average size, her perfect hourglass figure is noticeable. Her skin is soft, but her muscle is toned, she didn't just party up there on Olympus, she trained her body into a golden ratio. She has a light olive complexion, withe a small dusting of freckles on her shoulder. While not actively searching, she keeps her eyes at ease, not closed but a softer look. Her hair is straight and short enough to cover her neck and full enough to run hands through. Sometimes Aphrodite likes to hide golden strands among them. She always smiles wide with full lips and white teeth. Her face is round and soft, again, hiding light freckles. She has a tattoo of the sun on the back of her neck, courtesy of the sun god, Apollo, himself, which read 'Omorfia Mou' (my beauty). She has a golden chain given to her by Sean for her tenth birthday that she only takes off to clean. She disdains shoes, prefering to go barefoot if she can, but a pair of brown sandals when she needs to. Her favorite casual clothes are tight jeans that show off her hips and a tshirt with either a local band or hero's logo (gotta rep the smaller guys!). The golden bracer given to her by the gods is simple and undorned, it wraps around her right lower arm Her costume is an ankle length sleeveless layered dress, a pair of golden strap sandal and a golden laurel in her hair. The dress has many colors - white, black, red, purple - but only one at a time. There's not a pattern she's divined. Power Descriptions When using the golden bracer given to her by the Olympians, her outline is a soft yellow and her eye color turns yellow. Depending on which god she's channeling, her attitude might change. Aphrodite might make her a little lovesick with the people she interacts with. Ares might make her super confrontational. Apollo will put her mind on a myriad of projects and other things she hasn't finished. Dionysus will spam her mind with junk ads. The Olympian Fighting style was taught to her by Ares. It focuses on getting her opponent to the ground and pounding them in vital and or soft places. Olympian Immortality and Strength don't have descriptions other than what they do. She can run faster, jump higher, lift more. She's not susceptable to mortal diseases, poison or the ravages of heat and cold. She hasn't aged a day in almost 10 years. If she were to die, she's pop back up in the Elysian Fields 24 hours later, able to walk out and back to the mortal realm. History Moira was born on Mount Olympus as Edone, goddess of hedonistic pursuits. Ares and Aphrodite had a fling, like they always do, but a child was conceived of the tryst. Hephaestus had had enough of his unfaithful wife and wanted something to show for it. Eris, unloved of all Olympus, seized the opportunity to whisper a truly wicked plot in Hephaestus's mind. It involved giving Aphrodite an apple. The apple was dipped in the River Styx. When Aphrodite ate the apple, it would not affect her, but the unborn child, stripping away it's godly essence. It was delivered by an underworld nymph, who was to lie and say it was a gift from Persephone for the new babe. Aphrodite accepted the gift and gobbled it up, unknowing of the fruit's real power. When Edone was born she was healthy and happy, but the most noticeable thing was that she had no god soul. Like she was a normal Olympian, but nothing about her was deific. Aphrodite called upon Hera to make heads or tails of this treachery. She saw the child was cursed. That someone had stolen the essence before she was born. Eris, unloved of all Olympus, revealed herself as the underworld nymph who gave the apple to Aphrodite and was only able to act through Hephaestus. Ares was displeased with all of this and went to pay Hephaestus a visit. Eris disappeared. That left Hera and Aphrodite. Hera cared not for this scheme, but Aphrodite received scorn for having the child in the first place. Hera looked after marriages. Instead of having the babe live among minor gods away from Olympus, she sent word to the mortal realm. To some of her most faithful followers. A priest of the faith, Sean Morley, jumped at the chance to raise the child of the goddess. Aphrodite saw into his heart and he knew he was true. With some work throughs, Sean took custody of the baby, naming her Moira, as it seemed it was fate. Sean raised Moira with special care, giving her the utmost attention and love, as a true parent would. He also taught her the ways of the faith, so when her parents revealed them selves to her, it wouldn't seem too weird. Moira took after her mother and father in personality. She loved almost everything, but she knew when there were times that love had to be tough. Those situations were few and far between. She was quick to make friends and even quicker to lose enemies. Growing up within arms reach of her mortal father, she made aunts, uncles, and cousins at the temple. She even got her first job at Morley's pub - Sean's familial business - as a waitress and eventually a bartender. Her jovial and light demeanor kept business coming. On her 21st birthday, Aphrodite began giving Moira visions. Moira knew of the goddess through readings and such, but had never had a divine intervention. Aphrodite told her that she was her child and of the sordid complications of her birth. Also, there was a gift for her. A golden liquid made of divinity. It wouldn't do it right away, but it would restore her to full power. Though when she was done, she would have to come back to Olympus as Edone and shedding Moira. At the time Moira thought this was a great idea. Another upside of the liquid was that it gave her part of her deific powers back. She could be a superhero if she wanted! And that she did, for a time. It wasn't four color and she wasn't quite proactive, but she mingled within the hero and villain community. Taking the name Divine, she put herself on the side of angels, but definitely wasn't a four color hero. Though she made friends on both sides of the coin. Heroes led to the Knights of Freedom (which, while good, was short lived). She even had a short fling with Captain Knievel (before she found out what he really was). She found the truest form of love in a woman went by the name Angel (Angel Marks). True friendship in Stesha/Fleur de Joie. But those two years passed by like nothing. By the time she was back to full power she remembered nothing. and was back on Olympus. What happened on Olympus stayed on Olympus. She made friends with Dionysus. She and Apollo fell in emphatic love. She, Ares and Aphrodite shared familial love. And she genuinely enjoyed herself. Six years passed with epic times had by all. But by the end of it, she was tired. Unfulfilled. And nostalgic of her true home. After thinking about it for a while and a long talk with her her closest friends and family on Olympus, she chose to forgo her godhood and leave Olympus. Zeus zapped her and she was on her way out the door when she was met by her friends and family. They had a gift It wasn't godhood, but something she could use on Earth. A golden bracer that could channel their power from Aphrodite, Ares, Apollo and Dionysus. Also the ability to talk with the group back and forth. She thanked them and started her new journey. Personality and Motivation Moira has a light-hearted spirit that seems like she's always having fun, even when in danger! Though she can be serious, no one really likes her serious side. It's more of her deific father showing through. It's short and mean and no nonsense. It wants to get things done. Luckily, she rarely indulges her serious side. Moira's back for her friends and family, because while having fun is fine, its nothing without anyone with you! She also sees this as a chance to show she can be a hero and not just a powerful person. Complications Easily Distracted: Things of beauty are likely to pull her off course, be it a painting or a person. Enemy: Eris plays the long game. She's not done with Edone/Moira yet. She may play on Hephaestus's feelings too to get him to lash out. Also Hades but he can't do anything directly (can he?) Identity: While she does have a stylish costume and a code name, her 'normal' life and her heroic life are not separate. Relationship: Sean, her mortal father. Responsibility: She has a job at Morley's pub. Responsibility: There are followers of the faith who may defer to her for advice. Abilities 15 + 4 + 10 + 0 + 4 + 14 = 47pp Strength 25 (+7) Dexterity 14 (+2) Constitution 20 (+5) Intelligence 10 (+0) Wisdom 14 (+2) Charisma 24 (+7) Combat 6 + 6 = 12pp Initiative +2 Attack +3, +8 (melee) Grapple +18 (7 strength, 8 melee, 3 super-strength) Defense +8 (3 base, 5 dodge focus), +2 flat-footed Knockback -6 Saving Throws 5 + 5 + 5 = 15pp Toughness +12 (5 con, 7 protection) Fortitude +10 (5 con, 5 save) Reflex +7 (2 dex, 5 save) Will +7 (2 wis, 5 save) Skills 32 ranks = 8pp Bluff 5 (+12, +20 Attractive) Diplomacy 5 (+12, +20 Attractive) Gather Information 3 (+10) Knowledge (theology and philosophy) 5 (+5) Language 2 (English [native], Greek, Spanish) Notice 3 (+5) Perform (dance) 3 (+10) Perform (sing) 3 (+10) Sense Motive 3 (+5) Feats 16pp Attack Focus (melee) 5 Attractive 2 Distract (Bluff) Dodge Focus 5 Fascinate 2 (Perform [sing, dance]) Taunt Powers 17 + 11 + 14 + 10 = 52pp Golden Bracer: Device 4 (1+7+12=20/20 device points, hard to lose, Power Feats: Restricted [Olympian Heritage]) [17pp] Costume: Feature 1 (can change clothes to costume and back as a free action) [1dp] Divine Calling [2+5=7dp] Enhanced Feats 2 (Benefit [directed inspiration], Connected) Super-Senses 4 (Connection Link 4 [Aphrodite, Apollo, Ares, Dionysus; Power Feats: Dimensional]) Divine Channeling: Variable 2 (10 points of multiple powers of the divine descriptor) [12dp] Olympian Fighting Style (training descriptor) [9+2=11pp] Damage 5 (Power Feats: Improved Critical 2 [18-20], Mighty, Variable Descriptor [bludgeoning, piercing, slashing]) [9pp] .Enhanced Feats 2 (Improved Grab, Improved Grapple) [2pp] Olympian Immortality (biological descriptor) [5+7+2=14pp] Immunity 5 (aging, cold, disease, heat, poison) [5pp] Protection 7 [7pp] Regeneration 2 (Resurrection 2 [1/day]) [2pp] Olympian Strength (biological descriptor) [4+6=10pp] Powerful Strides (3 point array, Power Feats: Alternate Power 1) [4pp] Leaping 3 (x10) [3/3] Speed 3 (50MPH, 500ft move action) [3/3] Super-Strength 3 (Effective Strength 40, Light 1 ton, Medium 2 tons, Heavy 3 tons, Max 6 tons. Push/Drag 15 tons) [6pp] DC Block Unarmed Melee DC 22 Toughness Damage (Physical, Bludgeoning) Olympian Fighting Style Melee DC 27 Toughness Damage (Physical, Bludgeoning/Piercing/Slashing) Totals: Abilities (47) + Combat (12) + Saves (15) + Skills (8) + Feats (16) + Powers (52) = 150/181 Power Points

For the past few days Moira had received cryptic messages in coded in ancient Greek. Mutually intelligibility aside, it was like reading ancient Greek. Smart people stuff. People that could read English couldn't understand all of it. That kind of stuff. She turned to her connections on Olympus and even they had a head scratch. It was machine code. If they were on good terms with Hephaestus, they'd have it solved. But the whole deal with him and them - Aphrodite and Ares, especially - was well noted. There was a hand full of smart people who could help. This was Freedom City. Turn the corner and you could find, like, fifteen geniuses. Still, you needed connections. Not like you could just... Well, it was worth a shot? Mandjet Building, 1 August 2018, Midday. Kamala Kanufasa was a technical genius. Her business was machine code. So Moira looked to her. Showing up after lunch. Walking in the front door and asking the receptionist to speak to Ms Kanufasa.

West End, Freedom City, 645PM, 27 October Moira had kept up with Mickey and Mona ever since they met in August. They'd meet up to bust criminals in Freedom City. It was a friendly relationship, but Moira took affection to Mick, spending more time with him after the heroics. After a couple of months, she finally broke down and asked him If he wanted to do something less on the books. She didn't come right out and say 'a date', which was weird for her, but they decided somewhere nice. Dinner, movie, stargazing, a ride home. All that first date stuff. It almost felt like a formal declaration or something. Something Moira didn't do often. While not dressed to the nines, Moira did more than just casual clothes. A short, white, lace dress, and heels, of which the latter she dreaded to wear, but it was for something nice. She smelled lightly tropical due to the concoction of perfumes, nothing overpowering. And light make up too, enough to 'accent'. It was a little before time. So she shot a message to him through text Moira 18:45:57 [Hey Mick. Hope everything's going smooth on your end.] [It's almost seven, love.] [See you when you get here. ?]

GM Mt. Olympus, home of the gods, "So..." Herakles was many things. A giant of a man, girded about with a strength that had challenged the world itself to contain, conqueror of innumerable impossible tasks(innumerable only to him, admittedly, whose education hadn't got very far in mathematics before his accidental murder of his mentor Chiron the wise), faithful guardian of Olympus, even an accomplished landscaper. But he wasn't good with making complex judgements on the fly. He rubbed his stubbled jaw with a hand easily big enough to contain both Scions' heads with room to spare, frowning in concentration. "She," he pointed a finger big as a sausage at the other Scion, "is not a god, but you want her to become one? And then go back to her world? After she's become divine and then needs mortal say-so to go back?" "Yeah!" The Scion from the other Earth looked indignantly at Moira "You never said anything about this 'Pact', when the Erebus-!" She blinked at the unfamiliar word "What? Why can't I say Erebus?" "Beats me," Herakles shrugged, leaning against the mighty gates leading into the celestial domain, "she's under Apollo's eye, I'd have figured he'd say something before you two got here." A mortal would have been dwarfed by the colorful portal and its gaily-painted doors. Next to the older demi-god it looked almost awkwardly small.

For this. In which Moira and Mickey keep getting interrupted and go further and further out! @EternalPhoenix?

Dr. Estelle de Havilland's Loft. July 21st, 2018. 10:30 am So strange to be back after all these years; the maid service expertly maintained the property, so the dust motes hanging in the air were entirely of her own invention, yet Estelle saw them nonetheless. Seven years away teaching and researching abroad in Berlin, Lisbon and Tokyo had done much to scour away the distressing memories of the Gorgon's first visit to Earth, but still her heart never left this sacred space, this feeling of belonging, of home. Her hair unfurled like a silk parachute, several fine tendrils depositing her bags upstairs in the sleeping loft, while countless others stretched out to gently stroke the walls, ceiling and furnishings with the caress of a long-lost love. A strong solid pair reached up and wrapped themselves around the arms of the combination metal sculpture/'jungle gym' that hung over the loft, and effortlessly drew her upward. Estelle closed her eyes and sighed as she stripped off her dusty traveling clothes while she floated in midair, and then carried herself into the master bathroom for a long, hot and entirely wasteful shower, an indulgence, true, but one that she earned after being trapped in an international flight for nine hours, her living hair forced into a confining French braid for far too long. Depositing herself onto the sectional sofa, wrapped in her favorite fluffy bathrobe with her damp hair majestically draped over the leather upholstery, Estelle finally allowed herself a long contented sigh. "Home..."

GM Lots of things happen in a city of heroes and villains. About a month ago the Terminus invaded and left a stamp on the landscape in the form of mutated citizens. Terra, Razor, Silk, and Crush were some of the 'lucky' ones. Friends through the same neighborhood, they looked after each other. These powers made it easier to do. Razor got a voice that could melt minds. Terra was lucky all the time, though she could never hit the numbers. Silk and Crush, the twins, got fire and ice powers, respectively. Things were looking up for Plantation Circle. Except for when their plans started going off. The lure of cheap thrills hit them all too easy. Terra was their lynchpin in getting away scot free. If they got caught theyd slip through the cracks and be out on a technicality. Cops in The Fens were starting to call it the Plantation Circle Clause. So much so when they were called to the scene, they almost gave up. A police call to Cleary's Jewelers? Thats where they were today. The precinct preferenced it with PCC. Plantation Circle Clause.

For rolls and such, Scion and Scion go to space castle. OOC for this thread. @Moira Morley Now it be up, sorry for the wait.

Left to right: Terra, Razor, Silk, and Crush. All wearing bandanas. But people around here know who they are. Terra is Scarlet Witch build. Razor is Songstress build with dances converted to song, dropped to PL8. Silk and Crush are Energy Controllers PL6.

For stuff @Tiffany Korta?

OOC thread for this thread. Demigodfight. @Moira Morley Roll Initiative, please. Paragons-Moira: 4.

Moira was a guest employee at Silberman's since the beginning of the year. She'd pop in every Wednesday ring the register, but lately she and Lynn had an idea. What if instead of register work, she pulled in customers? She and Lynn talked about it and they both agreed that she would dress up in a costume. For the past two weeks it was successful. More people in the store, more word of mouth, more sales. Good for all. Not that she didn't get a say in the matter, but Moira generally joyed the work. She would have done it for free, but that's not how businesses work. This week she and Gretchen - the two had mended bridges over the winter months, taking to warmer climes to get to know each other better - had been talking back and forth. They would take lunch break together and wouldn't come back for the rest of the shift. A few hours later, Moira woke up in Gretchen's room, rested. She hadn't slept this peacefully in a while. No mind talk from the parents. And then she noticed her bracer was gone. That thing never left her arm! She didn't want to wake Gretchen, but Gretchen wasn't there either. hopping up from the comforting bed, she raced to put on a night dress and scoured the apartment. For her bracer. For her lover. For any signs of what happened. And nothing had happened! The only thing rustled was the things that got in the way when they came in.

OOC thread for this thread. A Scion of another Earth steals the Holy Grail. @Moira Morley I apologize for taking so long. If you would, please roll Reflex/Acrobatics(whichever is higher), DC15. Wisdom at the same DC and Stealth/Dexterity(higher takes precedence) at DC10. The idea here is that Scion just leaps out and slides down the side of the skyscraper. Then steals a rando's(Marcel's)car, at which point it becomes more open.

@Heritage Heroic hijinks are about to ensue!

GM Inside the SouTeq headquarters building, Thebes, Egypt, Earth-C-Tech-20970 50 years since big business superceded governments, 1 month since the creation of the Device, 45 minutes since entry, three and one-quarter seconds since things began to go wrong... With a bone-jarring impact Marcel Suvou, one of the richest and most powerful men on Earth, flew headlong into a transparent wall, the creation of exotic polymers and high-stressed metal rippling around him as he slumped awkwardly against one of the obsidian lions inexplicably ringing the office. The archaic-looking wristwatch that would have ended her for good lay peacefully on Marcel's desk. But, despite her lighting-swift kick, Scion was still in trouble. The alarm rattled and screamed through the thick, hot night air and even with the suitcase she had risked so much for mag-locked to her arm it would take a miracle to make it hers. Outside, in the halls she had been sauntering through without a care, she could hear booted feet, the heavy tread of bullbots and the ringing shrieks of hawkbots as the small army she had ghosted past just minutes ago moved to trap her. Outside, beyond the balcony, she could see the complex moving into lockdown. She could also see the relatively gentle slope of the SouTeq Building's pyramidal facade. At the least, it would be faster than walking.

January 3rd, 2018 Dorm Room, Claremont Alexa sat in her room scanning through her YouTube channel at some of the comments. Her fingers did not grace the keyboard even as the screen scrolled and flicked from topic to topic. When she had been in Shanghai, her presence on her channel had been constant as her schoolwork had barely occupied a fraction of her time. Yet, with the move and transition to Claremont and her work to assimilate into American society she had barely put out anything in the past couple of months. While the comments on her work were positive, there was an undercurrent of restlessness from the posters wondering if she had dropped the channel or not. "Zhu, you need to post more!" "Where have you gone? We miss your stuff!" Of course there were some of the more rude and crude posts, but she had learned long ago to filter them out. The inevitable crude propositions and inarticulate rage that the internet seemed rife with were taken care of with a reasonably good set of filters. Still, she missed producing videos and now that she was feeling a little more settled in, the urge to create had crept back up on her. The question always was what to make this time? She was known for her special effects and short films with elaborate sets. Ideas were always the hardest part, but once she had one, then she could start laying the groundwork for it. Jumping off her own channel, she started to scan the news, looking both at current and past events. Thankfully, Freedom City had more than enough colorful material for her to look through and she was soon awash in photos of epic struggles and colorful heroes. As she was scanning she paused on a story about an Olympian hero, Scion. Reading through it she grinned as an idea for a short came to mind. She could practically picture the set with sweeping Greek architecture and who wouldn't want to do immortal special effects. Right! Idea found, now to find a leading lady. She didn't think that anyone would really want to see a comically underage Chinese girl play the part, so starring in it herself was out of the question. She didn't have the money to hire a professional, but probably could get some funds for an amateur. Especially someone who might be looking for some supplementary income. Grinning, she started a scan across social media outlets searching for someone who would have the right looks. Her ability to work the computer without having to operate it manually was a godsend as images and threads blazed by across the screen. Suddenly one paused and she gave it a good look. The woman, Moira Morley, had a face that would really suit the Greek Goddess part... well with a little post processing at least. She wasn't a professional and worked at a bar in the West End. That was about as perfect as it was going to get. Hopefully she would want the money and perhaps some exposure! To: Moira.Morley@morleyspub.com From: Zhu.Xieng@gmail.com Subject: Hi! Would you like to star in a movie? Hello, I know this is really kind of random, but I produce YouTube short movies and have been looking for someone to feature in my latest one. You have a perfect look for what I want to do and was wondering if you might be willing to spend a couple of afternoons to star in my film. I'm a student at Claremont but have some money to pay you as well as a successful channel. While the money wouldn't be great, if you are at all interested in acting, the exposure would be pretty good. I would love to meet with you and show you my work and talk over the possibility of you working with me. Sincerely, Alexa Xieng

GM Eastern Seaboard Bank Wading Way, Freedom City, New Jersey Thursday, July 27 2017 12:30 PM Tellers working lunch hours at a bank knew they were a part of the peak shift. It was the busy period when everyone could sneak away from their day to make a quick withdrawal or deposit without disrupting whatever else they had going on. That extra bit of traffic alone would account for the increase in pay for anyone working the busy shift. Anywhere else that is. For Freedom City's own E-Sea, the prime tellers were instead earning hazzard pay. Yet again the popular destination for criminals whose plans started and stopped with the words 'I want to rob a bank today', was being held up. "This is a hold up! If you don't want to get a taste of my Devil Ray's you'll--uh shut up. Yeah just shut up or else." A distorted voice called out from a jet black demonic looking helmet. It was the all too familiar site of the infamous Devil Ray. The Crime League's own superarmored aquatic thug was pointing his gauntlets at everyone. While three men wearing animal themed luchador masks (A wolf, puffer fish, and owl respectively) backed him up. The trio were making demands to be let into the safety deposit box whilst Devil Ray continued to simply bully the victims in the bank lobby. A result of which began to bring media attention to the latest E-Sea robbery.

November 7th, Morleys Pub, West End. The snow fell across Freedom City like a smothering blanket in a surprise Nor'easter which hammered the proud city with over 24 inches of snow in less than six hours. Across the city, old timers were reminiscing about the Megalopolitan Blizzard of 83 and telling anyone who would listen that this paltry bit of snow hardly counted. Emergency services were out in force and with the help of many of the cities more civil minded heroes, had most of the essential services running to most of the city. The gusting winds and blistering cold at least had the tendency to keep most of the citizens indoors and those few who ventured out, seemed to find solace and company in the many cozy pubs and taverns which mostly managed to stay open. Morley's pub, home to many of the cities finest, was one such place. Offering warmth and spirits even as the storm raged just outside the wood paneled walls. The crowd was sparse, but lively, with most of them relishing the chance to have a day off their normal schedules. Sean Morley wiped clean a few glasses before walking over to the fireplace to drop another log into the glowing warmth. While it didn't really put out a ton of heat, it just made the place seem more comforting and on a day like today, that's what people were looking for.

OOC thread for an alternate dimensional romp through Zemlya, an alternate Earth if Patton had invaded the USSR after WWII and lost.