Cosmic Girl:
"And I gave him a good kicking, too!" Cosmic Girl, grinned. "I know it was only a toaster, but it really felt good to have the upper hand over his minions for a change! We owe him for more than a few bruises. And you being dead. He is going to find that expensive."
She followed, keeping as alert as she could. She was not really adept at spotting things, her powers were very much destructive, but not exactly perceptive.
OOC: 20:03, Today: Cosmic Girl rolled 4 using 2d6-1 ((2,3)).
So, about as observant as ever... Sigh.
As the trio (and Scraps) approaches one old traincar...
...It... expands. The sides and roof fold out and downward, and suddenly there's a laboratory with a ramp on each side leading up to it.
Standing in the center, near a lot of machinery, most of it finished, some of it not, is Professor Norwood. "You have drastically moved up my timetable," says Norwood. "I don't appreciate it. Rushing science should be avoided whenever possible."
He flips a switch and turns a dial, and a beam of energy shoots out and hits Cosmic Girl.
Ow!
(Cosmic Girl takes 1 new stress, and gets 1 new xp.)
"See? That should have knocked her out, at the very least. It's not the fault of my calculations-- it's a problem with powering my inventions... This was always the problem of wanting a mobile lab..." He fusses and fidgets with more switches and dials, frowning...