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[Char. Dev.] Group Vignettes.

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Rydi
GM, 513 posts
Sat 31 Oct 2009
at 17:10
  • msg #1

[Char. Dev.] Group Vignettes

For group-based vignettes.
This message was last edited by the GM at 21:16, Fri 30 Aug 2013.
Comstock
player, 507 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Sat 24 Oct 2009
at 21:00
  • msg #2

Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

Comstock was carefully, slowly re-adapting himself to the rigors of atmosphere and gravity, lounging on deck while Gravitas used his powers to give the astronauts aboard ISS Icarus their hour-long artificial gravity treatment.  They were making the most of it, too: yoga, calisthenics, eating and drinking their favorite treats from home before they returned to the their research and the bone-devouring low-gravity environment.

Impetus had disappeared.  Something about a budget report or board meeting.  Two lady-astronauts were far too happy to take him away, but Comstock guessed that their dreams would be crushed by Imp's new brand of social responsibility and monogamy.  He'd been seeing Caroline a lot lately.  Or at least told Comstock that.

Such serious thoughts couldn't hold Dillon's mind for long.  As he relaxed, the endless, sparkling expanse of the galaxy kept returning ...

---

Something snapped Dillon back from his reverie.  Sudden activity, lots of it.  Gravitas and an astronaut were talking.  It took a few moments to concentrate on the voices, but it sounded urgent.

"-- few minutes ago.  They're venting atmo ... last long ... anything you can do?"

He rose, glad the room still had some artificial gravity, and let the metal out.  "Hey, what's going on?" he asked someone passing by.

"Space shuttle's been hit, sir.  Sounds bad."
Impetus
player, 522 posts
Zen and the art of
Transhumanism
Mon 26 Oct 2009
at 03:14
  • msg #3

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

Imp was writing another of the interminable station progress reports when the warning claxon cut through the hubub of the com bubble.  "This is Discovery, we have been hit repeat, we have been hit. We have a fire on-board and are losing atmosphere.  please assist.  Please assist."
Imp was out of his chair and heading towards the airlock before the message had finished broadcasting.  He tapped his Utpoia communicator as he sped through the halls.  "HQ, we need assistance in space, anybody who can survive and maneuver in space is needed for rescue of shuttle discovery. Recommend portalling.  Those of us aboard the Icarus are moving to assist.  Over." He stopped near Comstock.  "We've gotta move, big man, they've got a fire aboard.  Can Grav portal us in or am I gonna have to fly us over myself?"
Gravitas
player, 354 posts
aka Quentin Abernathy
Master of Gravity
Mon 26 Oct 2009
at 13:07
  • msg #4

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

Quentin was already on a terminal, finding the current location of the shuttle with one hand and activating the comm-unit with the other. He was painfully aware that each second of delay might well cost them the lives of the shuttle crew. Space was harsh mistress.

"Discovery, this is the Icarus, we've got Team Tomorrow members aboard at the moment and are headed your way," he shoved the mic at the station commander and moved over to a more open area. "You guys ready?" he asked, a rhetorical question given that the near end of a wormhole was already blooming nearby.
Comstock
player, 508 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Mon 26 Oct 2009
at 17:05
  • msg #5

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

"Yeah."  Comstock snapped to attention, made himself ready, and jogged over to Gravitas' side.

"Commander!" he shouted to one of the space station's crew.  "Your fake gravity is leaving.  Get on the radio, call Frostburn and Slider at Team Tomorrow Nevadas, tell them what's going on and to get everyone who can survive space up here ASAP."

"How-"

"Wideband, any frequency, find a way."  Comstock took a deep breath, hyper-oxygenating as much as possible to ease adaptation to the void.  "Do we have a plan, guys?"

Activity around the station was picking up.  Comstock hoped this was on the news.
Phantasm
player, 221 posts
Happy Shiney Person
Mon 26 Oct 2009
at 17:39
  • msg #6

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

Phantasm jumped when she heard the call come in over the intercom.  She shifted her eufiber into uniform mode as she ran, shoving the comms device in her ear and preparing herself for something crazy to happen shortly.  She would have shifted her body likewise, but until she got there, she wouldn't know what was needed.

Once she got to the portal pad (about 45 seconds or so), Frostburn began going over what had happened.

"The Discovery shuttle has been damaged, we need anyone that can survive in space to be up there helping.  Gravitas will have a portal up right about--"

The portal irised open on the pad even as Frostburn spoke.

"--now.  Everyone that's going, go. Report to Comstock for further orders.  We'll relay anything we can find to help you."

Phantasm moved through the portal, thinking as she did how nice it would be to have a heads up display that could show specs on the ship... Something else to add to the tech list.

When she got to the other side, she flipped her headset over to local, and hoped that it would work through the radiation outside the earth's magnetosphere and the shielding on the ship/station.
"Phantasm here, what you want me to do?"
Impetus
player, 524 posts
Zen and the art of
Transhumanism
Mon 26 Oct 2009
at 23:21
  • msg #7

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

"A plan?  Ok, I can hold the shuttle stable and make sure that nothing else flies off.  Stock should be able to seal the hole, at least temporarily.  Grav, maybe evac the astronauts to the surface, or even here. How's that sound?" Imp was already moving towards the rift in space.
Gravitas
player, 355 posts
aka Quentin Abernathy
Master of Gravity
Tue 27 Oct 2009
at 04:44
  • msg #8

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003


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Clarification, Grav is making a portal directly between the space station and the shuttle. I can, however, go ahead and have him create a portal between our 'portal pad' and the shuttle once we're aboard, both for help to get there and to evacuate hurt astonauts.

"Sounds as good as anything. We'd need to know more about the problem to do anything better," he eased off on the station's artificial gravity as he stepped through the portal. Though the others with him would continue to be weightless, Quentin persisted in having his feet firmly on the shuttle's floor upon arrival.

His ebon gaze scanned the shuttle's interior, assessing the problem, noting the locations of any astronauts, and formulating a plan of action. It doesn't take long to note the presence of a fire burning of precious oxygen. The blaring klaxons and smoke do not make the source of the damage immediately obvious. "Hello? Is anyone there?" he calls into the shuttle's interior as he makes his way aft (they had arrived near the cockpit). "This is Team Tomorrow, we're here to help!"

The comm in his ear buzzed, clicking in Frostburn as she spoke to any teammembers who had assembled to join them. On cue, he opened another portal to their regular location to allow any others to join the relief effort.
Impetus
player, 525 posts
Zen and the art of
Transhumanism
Tue 27 Oct 2009
at 10:22
  • msg #9

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

As he flitted through the portal, Comstock in tow, Imp felt the sudden lurch from his stomach as he went from normal to no Gs in half a step.  Weird, that stuff like that would still effect him.  His eyes took in the splendor of the earth, rotating beneath, the backdrop of stars, the angry fire of the sun, and the badly crippled space shuttle, spinning in the void.  Looked like their stabilizers and propulsion were down as well. He reached out and grabbed the pinwheeling white bulk with his mind, and spun it gracefully to a full stop, guided 'Stock in to the rupture, and for good measure, grabbed the edges of the break and pulled them back together.  Somehow things were just so much easier out here in the quiet of the void.

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a ridiculous 14 sux on the tk roll means Imp can effect 800,000kg. Anything else i should be doing with it?

This message was last edited by the player at 10:22, Tue 27 Oct 2009.
Solitaire
player, 453 posts
What has been Lost?
What has been Gained?
Tue 27 Oct 2009
at 18:20
  • msg #10

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

Solitaire almost missed the intercom announcement, catching it on the second repeat. Perhaps, she thought, totally soundproofing her room was a bit of a mistake, but how the hell was she supposed to get any sleep otherwise? Even as it was now, she could still hear people talking at the end of the hall if she was listening. perhaps she'd have maintenance put a speaker in her room.

She had been in the process of making minute adjustments to the massively expensive sound system that covered the east wall, Solitaire was never happy with settings, and was beginning to think that perhaps it was the hardware that was the problem, or possibly that her hearing was now so good that she couldn't filter out the imperfections the way normal people could. It was frustrating, she couldn't even enjoy her music the way she wanted to anymore.

"... Tomorrow members to the Transport Pad. Emergency, emergency. Case 36-Beta. Repeat, Vacuum-certified Team Tomorrow members..."

"Well, shit." Solitaire says, looking up from her settings with a scowl nobody would see, "I almost had it fixed." Pausing only to snatch her jacket off the bedpost, and lightly tap her picture for luck, Solitaire rockets out of there and is at the pad seconds later, just in time to catch the tail of end of Frostburns brief, then she's through the portal.

Now, neither the sub-zero cold, the total lack of gravity or the hard vacuum bothered Solitaire, but her inner ear still rebelled slightly at the instant transition to zero-G. Still, she liked space, it was peaceful and quiet, and had no problems it needed her to fix for it. Except perhaps the rather badly mangled space shuttle, but hey, nothing was perfect.

The problem was, well, this wasn't really her type of problem, Comstock could fix most of the shuttle damage, Grav could portal anyone to immediate medical attention, it happened like that sometimes, and it left her feeling decidedly extraneous. Solitaire shrugged, and followed Gravitas through the damaged, sparking and smokey interior of the shuttle, wondering if there was any debris to shove out of the way.
Comstock
player, 514 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Tue 27 Oct 2009
at 19:16
  • msg #11

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

Impetus dropped Comstock off at the shuttle's hull where he set to work.  Without any way to affix himself save his sturdy grip, he was somewhat helpless to move around quickly.

Phantasm:
"Phantasm here, what you want me to do?"


"Good to hear from you, P!  Can you make anything that'll smother the fires?"

"Team: anyone not busy getting crew out of there, start bringing me any debris that's floating away ... there isn't enough material here for me to patch it all closed."  Comstock was at a loss for what to fix first, and some of the weirder foams and plastics didn't respond to his powers.  "If the fires can be put out and the crew ported safely back to Icarus then we've averted the worst."


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For the damage, I keep thinking of the image out of the beginning of the core rulebook, with the cargo bay doors virtually destroyed.  The art shows Pax and company flying to the rescue ... everyone think we should be done by the time they show?

This message was last edited by the player at 08:33, Sun 01 Nov 2009.
Flare
player, 111 posts
Cogito ergo flamma sum.
Wed 28 Oct 2009
at 22:22
  • msg #12

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

"I think I can help with the fires."

Flare, unlike her normal explosive nature, goes to the edge of the flames and begins to tap her Quantum.  A portion of the fire fizzles and dies as if the air was sapped out of it.


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Flare basically has an anti-fire ability called 'Extinguish'


Impetus
player, 532 posts
Zen and the art of
Transhumanism
Fri 30 Oct 2009
at 03:35
  • msg #13

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

Imp reached out towards the expanding cloud of detritus around the shuttle.  it stopped its flight away from the stricken vessle and floated back towards teh metal behemoth clinging to the shuttle's white skin.  While he was doing so Imp made sure to pand back and forth with his new and improved headset camera.  the publicity pics from this would really help calm people's fears about novas causing more problems than they solved.  the throat mounted mic made communication possible even here in teh void.  "'Stock, I'm pulling in all the debris i can reach, can you turn it back into a heat resistant skin so we can take it down to the surface, or should we just bring it back to the Icarus? Over."
Comstock
player, 517 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Fri 30 Oct 2009
at 04:28
  • msg #14

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003


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I'm taking a crack at managing this scene as though I were ST.  I think it's kosher with Rydi, but by all means throw some complaints my way if there's problems.  I just figured I'd manage a side-show to help our beloved ST out in a busy, busy time.

On that note, a minor continuity blip: Gravitas' portaled to the interior of the ship from the sound of it, while Impetus and myself posted as though we were outside the ship.  Simple fix: Gravitas portaled another time to get into the crew compartment's interior before opening the portal back to Nevada.  Now we can still have a mostly-pressurized crew-compartment with dangerous fires and some breathable air.

Related quick query: who can survive space just fine, and who needs the NASA breathing equipment?  The only reason Comstock's talking is he has a mask on.



"Nice."  Comstock kept patching holes and tears in the shuttle.  "How's the crew?"

---

In the smoke filled chaos of the orbiter's crew cabin, there were four people strapped in.  All had personal breathing devices with bottles of oxygen.  One worked ineffectually with a fire-extinguisher to hold back a burning console, two tended their burns, and the last hung in surprise as Gravtias' wormhole closed.  "Team Tomorrow?  Dr. Abernathy?"

The cabin seemed to have pressure, but the smoke pouring out of the lower deck suggested something had damaged the air-filters.  Alarms and flashing lights indicated the fire aboard, but the CO2 extinguishers were empty.  The heat was debilitating, and the crew likely didn't have much time.

Another astronaut was busily operating the radio in the cockpit, confirming T2M's arrival with mission control and ISS Icarus.

Flare manages to push the fires back.  Within moments, the fire was pushed back to the lower deck.

---

Outside, the payload bay was demolished.  The shuttle itself wouldn't be making planetfall anytime soon.  "Impetus, this thing isn't going anywhere.  We're going to have to tow it.  And ... I think the shielding's a paint or something.  It doesn't taste like ... it's not metal."
This message was last edited by the player at 08:32, Sun 01 Nov 2009.
Impetus
player, 533 posts
Zen and the art of
Transhumanism
Fri 30 Oct 2009
at 08:22
  • msg #15

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

"Roger that, Comstock.  I can pull this thing to the station, but it'll be pretty slow going with just me.  If we can get Solitaire up here, or Pax, if he's space-worthy,  it'll be a faster trip.  I don't know how much O2 they have left onboard.  Over."
Phantasm
player, 227 posts
Happy Shiney Person
Fri 30 Oct 2009
at 08:44
  • msg #16

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

Phantasm moves where she's needed, patching holes with monstrous sheep-sized spiders (well, more monstrous, anyway... face of Britney Spears or something) until they can be fixed by Comstock, and protecting people from space hazards inside a DeathTeddytm until they can be portaled.

Phantasm wears a mask, but just so that she can talk; the rads and the cold don't phase her in the slightest.
"Guys, I think we've got the crew covered, but can we actually get this thing down safely?  Should we just dock it up here instead maybe?  Or... What about Frostburn?  She could syphon off any heat build up on the hull as it goes down, and Imp could hold it together..."
This message was last edited by the player at 17:03, Sat 31 Oct 2009.
Dr. Zero
player, 333 posts
Puppets!Puppets!Puppets!
Worst.Doctor.Ever.
Sun 1 Nov 2009
at 03:53
  • msg #17

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

Zero's voice purrs over the radio. "I think it would be less complex if we fix it in orbit. With Impetus' skill, and Gravitas calculations, we should be more than able to keep it's orbit from deteriorating."
This message was last edited by the player at 03:58, Mon 02 Nov 2009.
Solitaire
player, 458 posts
What if you Lose?
A game of One?
Sun 1 Nov 2009
at 06:51
  • msg #18

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

"I can move this thing over to the station, if you guys ask nicely." Solitaire says, turning around and heading for the airlock, glad to have something useful to do again. "I'm not gonna be able to talk once I'm outside though, I've just got the standard earbug." She cycled the airlock, stepped inside, then cycled it again, stepping out into the void. She flys around to the other side, giving Imp and Comstock a thumbs up to signal she was ready to move this sucker whenever they were.
This message was last edited by the player at 06:52, Sun 01 Nov 2009.
Comstock
player, 520 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Sun 1 Nov 2009
at 08:06
  • msg #19

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

Comstock heard something crackle in his ear-piece.  "Alright.  Imp, Sol, get a move on and bring this boat over to Icarus, but make it fast: Pax and the others just cracked the atmosphere and are heading this way."  He sounded competitive.

With the nightmare spiders help, Comstock's patch-job was going fast.  Inside, Phantasm, Flare and Gravitas can easily extract the crew via another portal (location of your choice) and stop the remaining sensitive electronics and oxygen from shorting out or igniting.  Years of technical training are paying off.

In the cockpit, the radio began crackling.  "Discovery, this is Mission Control: Team Tomorrow, can you hear us?  Repeat, Team Tomorrow, can you hear us?"
Impetus
player, 537 posts
Zen and the art of
Transhumanism
Sun 1 Nov 2009
at 14:24
  • msg #20

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

Imp signaled to Sol and they began pushing the Shuttle towards the station.  Noticing the urgency in Comstock's normally level voice Imp began screwing with the shuttle's momentum.  Soon they were rocketing along, moving way faster than Imp could while he was in orbit.  As they approached the station Imp applied the brakes, both via momentum manipulation and by moving to the front of the shuttle and using his powers of flight to slow the thing down by hand.  If somebody had told him that he'd be doing spaceborne rescue missions without the benefit of life support when he'd started with the project he would have laughed.  As it was, it still seemed pretty surreal.
Solitaire
player, 460 posts
What if you Lose?
A game of One?
Mon 2 Nov 2009
at 02:31
  • msg #21

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

Solitaire grunted as she started pushing the shuttle, it might have been weightless but she still had mass and inertia to fight against, and there was a lot more of that than she generally heaved around. She muttered a few choice curses, inaudible in the vacuum, but anyone looking might have seen the sentiments. Energy bled from her extremities and her left arm lit up like a beacon she she turned up the power and it started to move.

Jeez, what a bitch. Solitaire thought, as they neared the station and she had to do the whole thing in reverse.
Dr. Zero
player, 334 posts
Puppets!Puppets!Puppets!
Worst.Doctor.Ever.
Mon 2 Nov 2009
at 03:56
  • msg #22

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

Comstock:
Inside, Phantasm, Flare and Gravitas can easily extract the crew via another portal (location of your choice) and stop the remaining sensitive electronics and oxygen from shorting out or igniting.


Zero opts to help with maintenance and repairs, watching with an impressed air as Gravitas teleports multiple people at once.
Gravitas
player, 358 posts
aka Quentin Abernathy
Master of Gravity
Mon 2 Nov 2009
at 19:19
  • msg #23

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

Dr. Zero:
Zero's voice purrs over the radio. "I think it would be less complex if we fix it in orbit. With Impetus' skill, and Gravitas calculations, we should be more than able to keep it's orbit from deteriorating."


"Agreed, keeping it in orbit should not be a problem. The real problem will be patching it up - the Icarus isn't exactly a shipyard." Ideas buzzed through his head. Orbital shipyards wouldn't be a bad idea anyhow - and it'd give them a launching point to start other projects like Lunar colonization or asteroid belt mining. He let the ideas flit through unheeded as he tended to more urgent matters.

"The crew appears to be safe," the mission commander nodded at him, confirming his analysis - they were all fine. "I'm going to take them over to the Icarus temporarily - no reason to subject them to full gravity while their lungs are full of smoke." One of the crewman was holding his hand over a nasty gash in his head, a few had some minor bruises or first-degree burns, but overall they looked to be in surprisingly good shape for people who'd just been hit by a meteor. "Looks like a few got a little banged up, but they should be fine."

He found a relatively uncluttered area and gathered the crew there. "Gravitas to Icarus, prepare to receive some visitors." Another portal bloomed open and he urged the crew through it. Once they were through he allowed it to collapse and moved to the Discovery's comm system.

Comstock:
In the cockpit, the radio began crackling.  "Discovery, this is Mission Control: Team Tomorrow, can you hear us?  Repeat, Team Tomorrow, can you hear us?"


"This is Gravitas with Team Tomorrow, I read you. I have evacuated the Discovery crew to the Icarus - everyone is fine aside from some bumps and bruises. My teammates are stabilizing Discovery's orbit and performing some emergency repairs. With your permission, we'd like to dock the Discovery at the Icarus until sufficient repairs can be made to bring it back down."
This message was last edited by the player at 19:20, Mon 02 Nov 2009.
Comstock
player, 523 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Mon 2 Nov 2009
at 20:43
  • msg #24

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

With Impetus and Solitaire supplying thrust, the Shuttle slipped out of its decaying orbit and towards ISS Icarus.  Somewhere near the horizon of the Earth below, the camera on Caestus Pax's headset snapped a high-resolution image of Solitaire, her arm lit up like a newborn star, her mouth curled with determination.

"Americas!  This is Caestus Pax!  Great work out there!  We've heard your plan and we'll meet you at the space station!"

Cameras aboard ISS Icarus would, naturally, catch an image of Pax and his team seeing to soar to the rescue when in truth they were just helping the vessel break.

---

Aboard the shuttle, mission control answered.  "Permission Granted Team Tomorrow.  On behalf of everyone here, godspeed and thank you."  The radio erupted with riotous cheering and applause, a one-hundred billion dollar accident resolved inside of an hour.

The next day, the president of the United States wanted to thank the team personally and both images were featured on the front page of newspapers around the world.
This message was last edited by the GM at 17:06, Thu 05 Nov 2009.
Dr. Zero
player, 337 posts
Puppets!Puppets!Puppets!
Worst.Doctor.Ever.
Tue 3 Nov 2009
at 01:23
  • msg #25

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

Aftermath:

Zero stepped onto the red sand, and looked about for a long while. It sighed contently. The Doctor set up the tripod, and walked in front of the camera. "A-hem. This is the Nova that calls itself Dr. Zero. I am on Mars..." The Doctor gestured behind itself. "Yes. This is very, very cool. I am leaving my footprints! Though they will not last like on the moon. Still! I claim this land in the name of... uh, me!" Zero stabs a flag, with it's face on it, in the ground.  The Doctor looks to the heavens. "Ahhhh... space. I have some plans for you." Zero gets out it's shovel and starts to dig with superhuman efficiency.

This message was last edited by the player at 01:24, Tue 03 Nov 2009.
Phantasm
player, 234 posts
Happy Shiney Person
Tue 3 Nov 2009
at 04:00
  • msg #26

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

Aftermath:

As they float around making minor repairs, Phantasm tells Gravitas, "You need to make us a moon base.  You can design it, and between all of us, we could have it constructed in no time.  With your portals, no one would even have to know about it...  Come on Grav, you know you want to... it'd be like the Justice League, up on the moon, watching over earth... Pretty awesome, huh?"
Phantasm smiles at the idea.  She was half joking, half serious.  It would be nice to have a project to work on, and equally nice to be able to have a place of their own.
Gravitas
player, 363 posts
aka Quentin Abernathy
Master of Gravity
Tue 3 Nov 2009
at 05:00
  • msg #27

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

Aftermath:

Click. Click. Whirrrrr.... Click. The gears in Quentin's head came to a momentary halt as ideas fell into alignment enough to give him the sort of flash of insight baselines were entirely unfamiliar with. He gave Phantasm a thoughtful look and then gazed out across space at the distant moon. "You know," he said, "we may just have to do that."

He made some mental notes for himself to obtain a map of the moon's dark side to find a suitable spot and to put together some estimates for time and material costs.
Dr. Zero
player, 341 posts
Puppets!Puppets!Puppets!
Worst.Doctor.Ever.
Sun 8 Nov 2009
at 03:51
  • msg #28

Re: Space -- The Discovery Rescue -- March 9, 2003

"A Moon Base?" The Doctor walked up from behind. "Oh my. I like that. What should we name it? Oh, should it just be ours, or Utopias?"
Rydi
GM, 573 posts
Tue 15 Dec 2009
at 16:12
  • msg #29

For everything there is a season...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fHvf20Y6eoM

The members of Team Tomorrow Americas mourn apart.  A week passes, but it is a long week.  For those who do not, perhaps cannot, sleep, and who process information at speeds far in excess of the normal population, the Team experiences at least triple the time experienced by the rest of humanity.

Comstock spends time locally with his family, hoping to rebuild connections and to heal the pain that his existence and work brought upon his family, but all the while knowing that nothing would ever be the same.  His spare time is spent helping the community where he can with construction and renovation, but he constantly sees the parts he can't heal, the intangible but far more important ideals that hold society together by tenuous threads.  By night he watches the city, his city, and despairs as it reflects his own failures.  But in the darkness he can act, he can be something else that he has never dared to be and enforce the ideals that he holds so dearly...

Solitaire reconnects with her family after long absence, if only briefly.  The contact is poignant, and it is difficult for her to continue the charade, hiding who she is.  But it's safer for them... and as the mourning continues, she wonders in the dark places of her mind, would they blame her?  Would they be able to accept her?  While away from work, Solitaire has time to attend to her other projects, building hope in the hopeless, offering a hand up to those willing to grasp it.  She finds a spark of light in a world that has become so much darker despite her best efforts.

Impetus' life is a masquerade.  He wears the smiles he must.  He is strong for his family.  He reassures the media that the team is ok, that they are just on vacation.  He makes speeches at schools and prisons, wearing a calm and confident demeanor, and makes the world a better place one audience at a time.  He suffers the obsession of the public, whether love or hatred, with equanimity.  But inside, he is dying one little piece at a time, and every day he thinks about the lover that is gone while he needs her most, whose safety is now in question.  And he thinks of the future, what it might be like for them together, as a family.  Of the child he already has.  And of revenge for the horrible crimes that will in all likelihood go unpunished.

Suzukaze lives a strange dual life.  Half of her time with family, a dutiful, caring attendant to their needs, the other half wading through a cesspool of underworld contacts and government agents.  She seeks out information on her ex-teammates, revealing that they were hired by an outside source, with funds coming from Columbia; the team was all too happy to accept the offer.  After cutting down a North Korean minister and two respected Japanese businessmen to get the location of her former teammates, she finally succeeds.  A grim smile of satisfaction plays across her face; there will be a reckoning.

Gravitas is reminded that he was once Quinton.  The Nova that can move between worlds is forced to confront the man he once was, and the weaknesses that define the human condition.  And his family is forced to confront Gravitas, the nova who was once a man, their brother, their son.  No one is comfortable, and after a few days of awkward interaction, Quinton retreats to the lab permanently, his lab, for solitude.  In it he bends his will to the mystery of his brother's murder, starting with the tissue samples taken near his brother's time of death.  Gravitas finds that the Mite was indeed odd, cut with something else, a chemical that can only be extracted from a living nova's M-R node, killing the nova in the process.  Another chemical is present as well, a hormone found only in newly erupted novas; either his brother was injected with hormones from a newly erupted nova, or was one himself.  Finally, he finds that the tissue sample shows too little decay... His brother was alive at the time of extraction, but showing no life signs.  Looking up from his research, Quinton and Gravitas share a moment of profound realization... Their brother may still be alive, and if so, he is perhaps the only family that will ever be able to connect with them.

Zero watches.  It always watches.  It watches its teammates with their families, in shared sorrow.  It remembers loss, but it has little left to lose now... except its friends, and the future it has so desperately been trying to build.  But Zero won't let that happen.  It searches files, it beats answers out of baselines, and out of novas that thought they were untouchable.  It will know the truth.  It faces ambushes from thugs and novas and nova thugs, most timed with uncanny accuracy, but escapes them all through stealth and its teleportation.  It finds the truth in Columbia, after working its way through obstacles that few other novas could uncover without full scale invasion.  The cartels have every nova in the country working for them, and they're... making more.  They've allied themselves with the eastern Triads.  And together they have very, very powerful friends.

Flare mourns with what's left of her family, and walks through her father's life in hopes of finding something, anything, to help her make sense of what happened.  She interviews his friends, his co-workers, and his acquaintances.  She re-creates a picture of his life before his untimely death, and the picture is one of a good man that she never really knew.  Seeing him as he was to others, more than just a father to a young daughter, makes his loss all the more tragic for her.  His final days were spent helping at the department, and preparing for his retirement party.  His killer was a young kid, 16, that shot him at a coffee shop on his way home, on the day before he was going to retire.  The kid said something about being hired, how it wasn't his idea, he was just told to "go in at 7 and start shooting."  But the kid killed himself out of guilt that night, and no one on the force really looked into it.  The detectives on the case, who should have investigated further, are curiously in possession of new cars, and one has a hospital record from the night of the shooting; he was beaten pretty bad, a "bar fight gone wrong" supposedly, though he never pressed charges.

Gale has no one to mourn, something for which she is very grateful.  She watches as the team moves through the base, ghosts to the world around them, and she helps them as best she can.  Frostburn makes use of her, sending her on errands and to meet key personnel, in a process likely designed to make Gale a part of the the team and of the base's functioning.  Gale tries to help with the various tasks at hand, in the lab, with research, with anything that can help to better understand the problems that have beset the team.  But she finds it difficult to make herself a part of what the others are doing, either due to lack of expertise, or because of the distance that the recent deaths have caused.  But in the process of watching the team, and getting a grasp of the disparate information they are working with, it occurs to Gale that perhaps this wasn't merely an poorly thought out stab at T2M:A.  Perhaps it was a move to discredit them entirely, to weaken Utopia, or perhaps even to provoke an attack that would break international law... The media, which none of the others really had the time for, was already talking about the deaths and the cessation of T2M:A activity.  Now everyone knew just how to get to Utopia members, and what buttons to push.  It wouldn't just stay cartels, it would be anyone with a bone to pick...  What exactly had she gotten herself into?

Phantasm did nothing most of their time off.  She stared at a plain white wall in her room.  She stared at the sky.  She stared at the computer screen as it flashed data faster than baseline eyes could process.  The only thing she really did much of, was to think about things.  She thought about her family, her new life, about revenge, and about the world that was emerging.  She thought about what had happened, about loss, about happiness.  She thought about her time with her new friends, her trip with Imp, her nights with Dillon.  She thought about the problems with the world, and the problems facing the team.  She puzzled out how to deal with someone who could predict the future, and someone who could see the present.  She thought about how to apply all the information she was absorbing, and she though about whether she would ever have a life.  When she was done thinking, she asked Quinton to take her to her family one more time.  She trailed them all day; they were recovering, and they were fine without her.  She thought about that, and what it meant, when she returned home that night.

Utopia sees its perfect plan collapsing in on itself, and works to shore up its the holes that are forming.  A famous soccer player erupts in the middle of a game, and is recruited to Team Tomorrow to distract the media from more important affairs.  A group of Nova terrorists calling themselves Teragen has stumbled upon a form of super-charging nova evolution, and with the help of their informant, Proteus makes plans to steal away the woman that is even now undergoing a metamorphosis.

Further removed from the workings of the world, Shadow Walker sees realities diverging yet again, as he dances on the sea of probabilities, fascinated by watching an old man walk between them as he tries to set right events before they end in a great wall of quantum possibility.  Divis Mal looks up from his contemplations, as though sensing a familiar friend, but he sees only shadows; what will he choose to make the future he wonders... How much should he intervene?  And on a distant star, ghosts tremble as creation vibrates beneath them, through them, signaling a danger too great to be ignored.
Operations
NPC, 1 post
Comstock's
ST Voice
Thu 24 Dec 2009
at 20:03
  • msg #30

Tomorrow Is Always a Better Day -- Holidays, 2003-2004

”... and so, Mayor Goodman, I'm proud to give the people of Las Vegas the world's best rail.  My team, Dr. Yamato and I have worked hard to make it a reality.  With power from the Hoover Dam, it will not produce a single pound of carbon dioxide and every person in the valley will be able to get to work on-time.”

Oscar Goodman grinned and patted Comstock on the shoulder.  “But Mr. Amargosa, you're taking away our excuses.  How are we supposed to stay home from work now?”

Comstock just ran a hand over his stubbly head.  ”Well ... it's Christmas, Oscar ... give everyone another day off?”  The audience applauded.  For those watching on TV, the news segued to preparations for the big New Years Eve bash, titled "Tomorrow Is A Better Day".

---

Comstock had spent the better part of June working with Gravitas and Japan's Tetsuo Yamato to finalize the design on the monorail.  Really, it was just an efficiency overhaul on the old Aichi High-Speed Transit maglev, but even that was far superior to the conventional technology monorail that City Hall had been considering.  Impetus and Steve Debow took a day in September to Congress for Federal matching funds on the project, and Comstock had put in his night hours pushing the limits of his MR Node converting cheap metals into high-powered magnets to bring down costs.

All told, they had reduced the cost of the monorail to about $45 million per kilometer and linked up bloated, sprawling suburbia to a vibrant, increasingly cultured city-center.  The January issue of Time Magazine broached the question of whether Las Vegas was “transcending the car” and Team Tomorrow had to ride the first car out of the station next to rhinestone-encrusted showgirls from Bally's Jubilee!.  A great publicity stunt and just in time for Christmas.

Dr. Yamato wasn't present for the festivities.  He'd returned to Japan already, declaring “wait and see ... I've already trumped this work" for N! in an exclusive interview.

---

The New Years party wasn't going to be a rehash of last year.  This time, big donors weren't the problem, public exposure was.  After some brainstorming and a few petitions from the City of Las Vegas, Team Tomorrow was going to be on the ground during the festivities for New Years, on a stage they'd have to build themselves set up on Las Vegas Boulevard between the Archon and the New York, New York.  It was something of a demotion: Pax and others got to work over the elite at the Winter Gala and Charity Dinner while T2M:A was under orders to wear their brightly colored costumes and make a good impression on the crowd.  There were even going to a be TV cameras and some bright young faces from major news networks to interview them.


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Feel free to embellish the description of the stage or any performances that you want to put on.  T2M is commissioned to be there from about 6:00pm to 4:00am, and the road will be closed at noon to allow time for construction and preparations.

Impetus
player, 669 posts
Zen and the art of
Transhumanism
Tue 5 Jan 2010
at 06:52
  • msg #31

Re: Tomorrow Is Always a Better Day -- Holidays, 2003-2004

"Season's Greetings Las Vegas!" Imp's voice reverberated down the strip. He was ringleading the festivities as only he could.  moving from stage to crowd to stage again with an energy and ease that was almost unnerving.  wherever he went the crowd was happier, wilder, more carefree.  Imp was having great fun playing Bacchus, but didn't want the crowd to descend into a Maenidian frenzy.  That would look bad.  He instead changed gears and aimed for silliness instead.  Jokes, sleight of hand, surprise visits to people working in convenience stores and smaller businesses.  His energy was contagious, the energy of the crowd rose to a fever pitch, then crested and fell off, only to be driven back up again.  This would be a party to remember, for those sober enough to do so.

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is this marvelly enough, or should i throw in some explicit social fu-ery.

Operations
NPC, 2 posts
Comstock's
ST Voice
Wed 6 Jan 2010
at 18:55
  • msg #32

Re: Tomorrow Is Always a Better Day -- Holidays, 2003-2004

The crowd is uniquely boisterous and thoroughly pickled.  Laws to stop outside booze and glass bottles onto the strip for the celebration have, of course, been broken, but violence and accidents seem to be at a minimum.

There was plenty going on.  A baseline supermodel and a camera crew from some news station were reporting on the party and the team's entertainments, obviously looking for an opportune moment to corner one of the team for an interview or else storm the stage for another fluffy PR piece.  Adam "The Shield" Bower was in front of the Archon, keeping nova-obsessed crowds at bay with some difficulty.  He even had another nova to back him up, some Frankensteinian brute that may have once been female and Asian.  And over in front of the New York, New York there was another nova in a mask -- the cheesiest tri-corner hat, stars and strips and bright colored zorro mask ensemble you'd ever seen -- talking to a film crew from FoxOpNet while gesturing excitedly at the fragment of the World Trade Center enshrined there.

Meanwhile, in the crowd south of the stage, someone got on a loudspeaker and managed to shout over the crowd and the excitement.  "Team Tomorrow!  Fear me!  Doctor Nimrod comes to destroy you!"  Peering that way, Dr. Nimrod's shiny metal suit has a purple cape and an enormous helmet.  There's also a camera crew following him through the laughing crowd ...
Gale
player, 40 posts
Hope is the thing
with feathers...
Wed 6 Jan 2010
at 22:13
  • msg #33

Re: Tomorrow Is Always a Better Day -- Holidays, 2003-2004

Gale spent her time mingling with the crowd.  She wasn't hard to spot, with those wings.  Armani, hearing her preference for suits and her (albeit short) experience modeling, asked her to style her eufiber after his latest design. And even though she was relatively new to the team, apparently she still had a few fans; people wanted to shake her hand, wanted her autograph.  There were a few people who seemed to be a little more than fans, a side effect of her appearance, but she managed to placate those with a gentle smile.

When Dr. Nimrod made his announcement, Gale looked up.  She had to stand on tiptoe to see above the crowd, and when she saw the costumed character, she couldn't help but face-palm.  "Oh boy."
Flare
player, 149 posts
Cogito ergo flamma sum.
Thu 7 Jan 2010
at 01:10
  • msg #34

Re: Tomorrow Is Always a Better Day -- Holidays, 2003-2004

  "Team Tomorrow!  Fear me!  Doctor Nimrod comes to destroy you!"  Peering that way, Dr. Nimrod's shiny metal suit has a purple cape and an enormous helmet.

Flare had been staying as far away from anything with a camera as possible, which given T2M's popularity was likey difficult.  She'd found a group of college students sober enough to stand, but drunk enough to not recognize her and had been enjoying herself thouroughly.  At the arrival of the evil doctor nimrod (honestly) she cracked up, moving a bit closer to the stage to watch the show.

"Just my luck, I left my assinine deflector ray back at the base."
Phantasm
player, 275 posts
Happy Shiney Person
Thu 7 Jan 2010
at 12:31
  • msg #35

Re: Tomorrow Is Always a Better Day -- Holidays, 2003-2004

Phantasm joined in the festivities, just another member of the crowd for as long as she could maintain her anonymity.  If Zero went on, she'd help out with some critters, get the crowd excited, but she was happy moving around and people watching until then.  And of course, her tricks weren't always crowd pleasers, so it was best to use them sparingly.

At the sight of the costumed... oddities running around, P' made sure to watch them, just in case, but mostly dismissed them as another part of the circus that was Las Vegas.
Comstock
GM, 828 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Sun 6 Feb 2011
at 04:12
  • msg #36

2004 Summer Olympic Games -- Nova Events

August.  The Balkans were surprisingly quiet for this time of year, and the airport was covered with military and private security forces.  Nothing would spoil this: the economy of the nation was depending on it.  The appearance of a stable, modern Greece would bolster their position considerably, restore confidence, and draw Foreign Direct Investment.

For the competitors, this sentiment meant only that their Olympic hosts had pulled out all the stops.  The Olympic village was lavish, well-decorated and safe, the perfect place for bridging cultures and differences.  Nova competitors, though competing in separate events, were housed in the same place and encouraged to embrace the Olympic spirit.

By the end of the two-and-a-half weeks, however, opinions were somewhat different.  The Nova Events were the second highest rated sporting event on television in 2004.  Some of the novas made a few enemies -- it is easy to be jealous of speed and strength that comes without training -- but the whole of the world saw official records changed forever.

--

Comstock, as had promised, wore the stars and stripes.  The Team Tomorrow base in Nevada was opened to the US Olympic Team for training in the months leading up to the Olympics, and Comstock represented the US in weight lifting and wrestling.


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If you want to compete, pick your event.  Rydi, will Pax be competing?  I figure he's the only one who is likely to both compete and potentially defeat Comstock in Strength events.

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Phantasm
player, 354 posts
Happy Shiney Person
DeathTeady loves you!
Wed 9 Feb 2011
at 22:35
  • msg #37

Re: 2004 Summer Olympic Games -- Nova Events

Phantasm joins the American gymnastics team, and participates in rythmic gymnastics.  She makes a good showing, as her combination of abilities allows for creative and beautiful performances, but her overall unshifted abilities are not up to the sheer grace and agility of the other athletes.

In the end, Phantasm gains the support of the crowd, dances several cute and fun routines full of interesting but less challenging acrobatics, and is the happiest bronze medalist you've ever met.

Everything goes according to plan...
Comstock
GM, 851 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Tue 15 Feb 2011
at 12:27
  • msg #38

Re: 2004 Summer Olympic Games -- Nova Events

Nova Weight Events

A half-flooded drydock had been prepared as the special arena for the lifting events.  Scientists had set up up a considerable array of equipment to make observations, and camera crews were in place to document the scale of the events for posterity.  Like most nova-events, this was invitational, to reduce the need for qualifying rounds, ensure the marketability and integrity of the athletes, and put some limit on the scale of the miracles to come.  Even with twenty five competitors, it was awe inspiring.  Mythology made flesh.

Comstock reflected on this, internally, as he felt out the shape and structure of a yacht held overhead.  He realized, also, that he was cheating: the platform he was standing on had been bolted into place, and so as his feet sank into the earth he'd bolstered his stance and corrected his balance by reaching out to the bolts and the rebar.

He had not been able to replicate the miracle of the bomb again, his transmutation at range.  There were promising moments, sensations from afar, but no manipulation.  He had not told anyone this yet, since few knew he had accomplished it the first time.  The implications of this stumbling block were not lost on him.  The rules of this competition demanded physical contact, something that had kept Comstock in the running against more colorful and impressive competitors.  Some amount of showmanship was demanded, though collateral damage was frowned on.  Indulging the crowd, he paused, holding the yacht horizontal before him, making it float five feet in the air purely through his tenuous grip on the prow.  The yacht wanted to break, but Comstock circulated himself through it and so it did not.  Quantum was a strange thing.

The competitor following him had named himself Da Yu and competed for the People's Republic of China.  With a stomp of Da Yu's foot, the water fled the dry dock.  With a second stomp, it rushed back in and straight to him.  He seemed to absorb it, growing large, and though he'd performed this trick in earlier rounds, this time he stood like a titan, ten meters tall at the least.  The ship was little more than a rowboat in his grasp.  Comstock might be stronger, but Da Yu could lift the ship higher.  He also photographed well.

France had found someone to compete, some Algerian outdoorsman named "The Great Bear" for this competition at least, but the brute lacked creativity and endurance.  They'd probably dug him out of the XWF.  He faltered as the weight passed into dozens of tonnes.  His story was not unique.  In the final rounds, it was those with endurance that remained, those who'd not overexerted themselves or spent their quantum frivolously.

Determined glares were exchanged.  More weight was loaded onto the yacht, and competitors were encouraged to lift, rotate and even toss and catch the boat to increase the challenge.  A few others fell out.  A naval gunboat put into drydock for maintenance was volunteered, but it too posed little trouble to those that remained.  After some stalemate and two hours wait, at last a venue for some final challenge was decided upon.  A container ship.  Competitors would do what they could to move the container ship without losing any cargo or damaging the ship itself.

Russia's competitor, the charismatic and nationalistic Hammer of Industry (Молот промышленности), graciously withdrew from the competition at this time.  Vicious rumors circulated in the months afterward that the sometimes-Elite had been juicing, that his friends in organized crime had provided him with cybernetic or biological enhancements, or that using his full power could have resulted in the irradiation of the crowd.

Ricardo Montoya-Bernal was next out, though for Mexico making it to fourth place was impressive.  He managed to pull the ship behind him as he swam, but little more.  Commentary wondered if Montoya-Bernal's recruitment into the new T2M:A was intended to fill the void left by Comstock.

Da Yu's command of the waves and sizemorphing enabled him to hoist the ship and swing it about.  But he had his limits.  Within China, the bronze metal was much celebrated, proof that the government had enough power to stand toe to toe with the best of the world.  In a competition dominated by three T2M members, there might be something to say for the sentiment.

Comstock lacked Da Ya's showmanship.  But when stepped into the ocean, he climbed out with the ship held overhead.  It took him nearly ten minutes to maneuver the vessel safely over land, ten minutes to cheat the laws of physics into allowing him to stand upon the dock and walk with one-hundred-and-fifty thousand tons supported by a pair of human-sized feet.  No containers tumbled off the ship's deck.  Every motion was controlled and smooth.  "I outlast you," the Metal Man grunted.  He ought to have crushed the ground.  In effect, he pressing the earth with the same quantum principles he used to hold the ship together.  He'd bothered Gravitas a dozen times or more in mastering this power, and kept the full limits secret, practicing beneath the earth at the Sierra Nevadas base.  Carefully tilting the ship up, he swung the ship slowly over the crowd, then set it carefully back into the water, inch by inch, until it settled with nary a splash.  Exhausted, he stumbled away from the dock.

Caestus Pax glared.  He'd talked his way into an invitation to the event.  The somewhat vocal kid he'd informally made a leader on the first day of the Equatorial Wars would not upstage him anymore.  The one thing in all the world that Caestus Pax was sure of was his own greatness.  Perhaps, if Impetus had not played upon his ego and pushed him on this path, if he had not persuaded himself that Comstock was a threat to his image, if Divis Mal's enigmatic power had not planted the seed of self-doubt in his heart, if he had not begun reading the Null Manifesto as something other than a terrorist apologetic, he might not have cared about the gold.  But events had conspired to bring him here.

In one furious dive, Caestus Pax burned with quantum fire and swept the whole container into the Grecian sky.  The eerie silence of Comstock's display stood in start contrast to the raw energy of Pax.  Force was his domain, his and his alone, and so he threw the ship like a rod from heaven back at the crowd and cameras below.  Armageddon loomed.  Before impact, it slowed, it's kinetic energy sapped and returned to the hero.  At televisions around the world, millions released a breath that the scarcely realized they were holding.  None of the other competitors had enough strength left to compete.  None even knew how to begin to compete.

There was no doubt: he was great.  And in a world of escalating displays of power, he wanted no doubt left behind who deserved the title of the World's Strongest.
Impetus
player, 962 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Tue 15 Feb 2011
at 14:28
  • msg #39

Re: 2004 Summer Olympic Games -- Nova Events

Impetus, originally hesitant to compete, decided to enter events requiring coordination, timing, grace and precision.  Tennis on a court that was 400m long, gymnastics, soccer, and dance, all of these he competed in, some of which he won.  Mostly though, he was there to give Utopia's image a boost.  He was one of the few members of T2MA to remain with Utopia after Colombia and he was tasked with making sure the world remembered how magnificent a thing it was to be a member, even though he wore the stars and stripes of America rather than the blue and white of Utopia.  When he wasn't competing he was moving around the competition, and the baseline sister games as well, a quantum powered sun surrounded by thousands of adoring fans.
Flare
player, 271 posts
Cogito ergo flamma sum.
Fri 4 Mar 2011
at 21:51
  • msg #40

A Frosty Propostion


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I have no idea where this would fit in with current scenarios, just a bit of fun, since I decided my character needed a vacation.


Purgatory, Colorado: http://www.onthesnow.com/photo...1&text=purgatory

Though the resort didn’t have the big name appeal of Aspen, this gorgeous area near Durango, Colorado was a treasure.  Few people and acre upon acre of untrodden slopes.  There were even fewer people than normal , as the weather report was expecting some massive winter weather over the next few weeks, but that wouldn’t bother the Novas, and added the benefit of no gawkers, news people, or overzealous tourists being a nuisance during their recreation.  Flare had been thrilled that Gale was willing to come, trips were always better with friends after all, and had very subtly left brochures where all the T2M members were likely to find them (like under their doors, or on workbenches in their labs).  She had also sent word to all of the recently scattered members that she could find.  Their busy schedules and new agendas would probably keep them away, but Flare saw no reason not to keep in touch.

“WOOOOOOOOOOooooooo!” For most people the novelty of strapping sticks to your feet and plummeting off the edge of a cliff might have worn off by now and possibly sooner for Novas, but Flare was still having a ball two hours in.

She’d woken up at the crack of dawn, grabbed her extremely over packed, and extremely pink, ski equipment, attempted to drag Gale out of their cabin and headed for the furthest slope she could find.  This one in particular might not have even been a part of the actual resort, as it had no lift, but this didn’t deter her.  She had just been flying back up to the top after every trip down.  The mobility afforded by the lack of a lift and baselines viewing her had allowed her to go down what she had termed ‘Dead Man’s Volley’ and others would probably call ‘Peaceful Bunny Trail’ over 75 times, and it just kept getting better.

Flare liked to think that it was her manifestation of fire powers that lend her a mercurial nature, and not that she had extreme ADHD or was an idiot.

"What do you say, one more time?" Flare feared Gale's exasperation might reach critical if breakfast wasn't forthcoming, but couldn't help wanting to continue.  It had been so long since she had done something just for the sake of fun.
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Gale
player, 197 posts
And sore must be
the storm--
Sat 12 Mar 2011
at 00:19
  • msg #41

Re: A Frosty Propostion

Luckily for Flare, Gale could also fly, so she could keep up with her friend's enthusiasm for going "off the beaten track", so to speak.  However, having grown up in California, and lived either there or in Vegas for most of her life, she hadn't ever been skiing before.  She naively thought that it was like surfing, only on snow.  And downhill.

A few test runs quickly disabused her of that notion.  In fact, she spent less time actually on the snow than in the air.  She was cheating by using her wings to help her glide down the mountain side.  Despite not actually skiing though, she was having fun.

"Sure, one more time.  Then we're getting breakfast and I'm switching to a snowboard."  The winged woman grinned.  She had purposely carved out the time in her schedule to be with her friend, so for all intents and purposes, she was on vacation too.
Impetus
player, 1036 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Sun 15 May 2011
at 00:58
  • msg #42

The Alumni of Tomorrow

The invitations had been sent out a month before, each printed on cream colored paper, written in the bold, assertive, some would say arrogant, calligraphy that Imp had adopted for all his correspondence since coming back from Mars.  A letter had been sent to every member of T2M, past or present, and worded in such a way that it was almost impossible to resist going.  Getting all the addresses had been no mean feat, but for every job there was the right tool, and in this case Anna had been able to provide for a reasonable fee.

The Venue: The penthouse suit of the Ritz-Carlton Central Park.
Requested arrival time: Somewhere between 6 and 8pm.
The Event: a black tie dinner and socializing for all members of T2M.

There was a wide variety of food available, a very well stocked bar, and a chance to meet socially with the other people who belonged to the most powerful alumni in the world.
Once everyone had arrived and seated themselves at the improbably large table, Imp stood up, and lightly struck his glass with his fork.  "Thank you, my friends for making time in your busy schedules to attend, and I would like to than Dir. Larragione for clearing our schedules so that we can attend.  Enjoy the evening, eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow is another 23h workday."
Phantasm
player, 406 posts
Happy Shiney Person
DeathTeady loves you!
Tue 17 May 2011
at 16:12
  • msg #43

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Phantasm felt odd attending the event.  While not a stranger to this sort of thing (even less so now, with all the Hollywood stuff), it just didn’t feel right being around everyone out of uniform.  And it was weird seeing all the new people next to her old friends… who were in a way the strangest sight of all.  ‘Stock was harder now, Flare and Gale scarred by the horrors they’d seen, and all the Terats were different in a subtle but unsettling manner.

And now we all get to mingle.  Great.  Some of us are legends to these new kids, there’s tension between the old members that stayed and those that left… Hell, there’s tension between those of us that left too.  What’s Imp’s game in all this?

Mind sprinting as she analyzed the situation, Phantasm made small talk with those nearby.  “Hey Johnny, nice seeing you again.  El Dragon, long time no see; thanks for the save in the Archon, it made my life a lot more convenient.  Sol’, you’ve changed a bit... Imp' too...”
Solitaire
player, 742 posts
I Could Save You
But Why Should I?
Wed 18 May 2011
at 02:01
  • msg #44

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"I know." Solitaire preened at what she chose to interpret as a compliment. "I'm all glowing and sparkly now. Its quite fun." Well, it wasn't all fun and games, she had taken a hell of a beating in order to be all sparkly and radiant, but she chose to make the best of it, and after all, she did look good. She'd even regrown her missing arm. Life was on the up and up.

Normally, Solitaire hated parties, but this one had three things going for it. First, it was hosted by Imp, and two, the guest list was made up entirely of Nova's, and three, the whole gang ought to be here. She'd only seen a couple of them since her little nap on Mars, and it would be good to catch up.

"So, Phantasm, how have you been? I haven't seen you since I did my impression of a statue." Solitaire said, clearly unconcerned with whatever tension might be lurking in the room, after all, she'd been more or less dead for most of it. It wasn't all much her problem.
Impetus
player, 1038 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Wed 18 May 2011
at 13:05
  • msg #45

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Imp circulated with abandon. Effortlessly invading a conversation here, guiding two people who he knew would get along famously together there.  A casual observer would detect no rhyme or reason for his movements, those gifted with enhanced cognition or social skills would recognize a master at work, seemingly effortlessly creating a sense of belonging, companionship and solidarity amongst the attendees. He caught 'Tasm looking at him and smiled at her in recognition of the difficulty in playing a player. He finished introducing Pax to a soft spoken young Ethiopian woman named Ayodele and sauntered over to 'Tasm, and gave her a warm hug.  As he did so he whispered directly into her ear, "we must be more than coworkers,  P,  if we stand united there may be hope for us, if not, well..." He trailed off, pulled back and gave her his best smile.  "Remember skin diving in the South China Sea? All the bioluminescent plankton swirling around us and the raft, the stars spinning in the sky, and the sound of the waves. That was a little piece of heaven." After her reply he continued circulating, speaking warmly with everybody, somehow making each of them feel that the party had been arranged for them and them alone.
This message was last edited by the player at 04:54, Fri 20 May 2011.
Johnny Afterburner
NPC, 23 posts
New Guard -- T2M:A
To Protect and Serve
Wed 18 May 2011
at 16:14
  • msg #46

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Johnny arrived with el Dragón, knowing the value of a wingman in unfamiliar ground.  "Well now this is what I'm talking about," he smirked.  "I don't know about you, hoss, but I've arrived."  He found a drink and made it disappear.  "Imp owing you a favor, that's sweet."

Without a clear agenda, the new recruit was content to soak things in and chit-chat.  "Hey, you want me to introduce you to any of the ladies around here?  Or are you breaking off to go talk to the gods?"  He nodded to the growing cluster of activity around the Pantheon.  Johnny was considering nosing his way in there himself, but held off.  Reading him wasn't all that hard, but his good looks covered up any apprehensions he might have for the evening ahead.
Comstock
GM, 920 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Wed 18 May 2011
at 16:25
  • msg #47

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Comstock didn't know what it was to be groggy anymore, but after a ten hour plane ride back to New York he was close.

Like a pebble in a storm, he found himself drawn into the foment of activity near the center.  Pax received a polite nod.  Imp received a brotherly embrace.  His words were few, but his smile wide.

While Phantasm caught up with Solitaire and Impetus, he made his own schemes with other stalwarts.  "Guggie, how are you doing?"  The fist pound with Gvuthbjorg echoed through the room.  "Staying on with the Project, I hear?"  Ragnarockette and Ana Graca Texeira had both been regulars at his poker tables back in the Equatorial Wars, and it was good to see them again in less professional circumstances.  And if standing around helped insulate them (and him) against whatever the social-dynamos had in mind, so much the better.
El Dragon
player, 49 posts
Thu 19 May 2011
at 02:02
  • msg #48

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

In reply to Johnny Afterburner (msg #46):

"Oh, my friend," Dragón said with a quick look at his reflection in a plate glass window, "mess dress uniforms are soooo much easier with eufiber.  I hardly even have to worry about lint," he adds, flicking an imaginary dust bunny off Johnny's shoulder.

"Senoritas, I like, but my luck isn't always so good.  They must be put off by my devilish good looks, eh?" he says, grinning happily and indicating his scars which are covered, for this night, by a flesh-colored eufiber half mask.

"And over there?"  he says, his voice suddenly becoming serious, "I see no gods...I see veterans...who've earned something more than my awe or worship.  They've earned my respect.  I know you were just playin'" he says, giving Johnny a pat on the back, "and meant no disrespect, I just had let you know how I feel about it before we go over there.  Now...Olympus awaits."
Rydi
GM, 895 posts
Fri 20 May 2011
at 06:11
  • msg #49

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow


The Ragnarockette had grown since Dillon last saw her.  She was even more confident, determined, and had a touch of maturity weighing her down that wasn't there before.  "My friend, it is good to see you again.  I've missed my old friends from Americas.  I would have come to visit, but I never get time off any more now that I'm filling the team leader spot.  We must catch up, you must tell me what you are doing now!"

Texeira smirked at Dillon as he walked up.  After flinching and dramatically rubbing her ears in the aftermath of the the boom of Guggie and Dillon's friendly greeting, she made small talk. "So Impetus managed to even get the retired folks here.  How's your old age treating you?"

---

Skew approached the cluster of novas around Impetus, reserved curiousity and a bit of awe showing in his face. Not so much for the people involved or their accomplishments; he'd been there for many of the same conflicts.  He just couldn't stop staring at the changes in Solitaire and Impetus.  Several others, not quite so brave were equally interested in the deep changes in the two since their emergence from chrysalis.

---

Caestus Pax sulked as he listened to Impetus greet the guests.  He was only here as a favor, he'd left this life behind.  But Impetus was right, he'd been their leader, and they'd been there for him.  He should at least see them.  But upon arriving, few of them bothered to speak to him; was it because of his recent life choices (if so they needed to be educated) or was it that they were all just a bunch of resentful ingrates bloated on their own egos to the extent that they couldn't see how much they owed the Fist of Peace?  Looking at how friendly Gvuthbjorg was with his old team, and how none of them had given him more than nod in greeting, he was pretty sure it was the later.  As he stood idly by his face grew more and more sour.
Phantasm
player, 407 posts
Happy Shiney Person
DeathTeady loves you!
Sat 21 May 2011
at 03:14
  • msg #50

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Phantasm smiled at Solitaire, genuinely happy that the other woman was alright.  They were never close as teammates, but they had been through so much together... Sol was still closer than any family she had left.  And of course there was the secondary motive: find out how on earth Solitaire re-shaped herself.

"Yeah, that was quite the trick, I don't think anyone's ever seen that from a Nova.  And now that you're back, you've changed.  Grown a new arm, gotten glowy hair... You'll have to tell me about it one of these days."  Her face implied that here probably wasn't the place for expanations, and that none were expected.

"But you asked about me.  I've been... Good.  Different, but good.  Acting now, working on the pop star angle a little bit, that sort of thing.  No more fighting left in me after Columbia, I'm just another harmless civilian now." Phantasm appeared genuine, but Solitaire's memories of combat didn't quite let her see the younger woman as "harmless".  Apparently those from the other T2M teams had adjusted to the idea however; they subconsciously moved around Phantasm as though she were more fragile, and didn't quite belong with the rest of the veterans, while still giving her a healthy amount of respect.

When Impetus came up to her, 'Tasm internally steeled herself against his presence, while maintaining a relaxed facade.  She was expecting some sort of manipulation, but his offer was shocking and unexpected.  That's part of his charm too of course; he always knows how to get to you.  But if he's genuine, it's more than worth it.  And he's always been a decent guy, despite his power...

Phantasm nodded, the subtle intensity in her gaze letting him know that she wasn't simply aggreeing with his fond memories of their time in the Pacific, and letting him know that they had a great deal more to discuss.  "That was so beautiful.  You know, for all the hell we've all been through, we've also been incredibly priveleged to live this life."
Impetus
player, 1040 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Sat 21 May 2011
at 06:57
  • msg #51

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Agreed.  The beauty that I've seen, the help that I've been able to give, and the friends I've made more than counterbalance the bad.  So, how's life as a civvie? Is it all it's cracked up to be?"
Phantasm
player, 412 posts
Happy Shiney Person
DeathTeady loves you!
Sat 21 May 2011
at 16:58
  • msg #52

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"It's boring and mostly petty to be honest.  Entertainers are about the least meaningful self-important people on the planet.  They lose out only to politicians and a few religious leaders.  But it's safe, it pays well, I'm my own boss, and I get to see the world without trips being cut short to fight cartel novas or stop a war."

"What about you, how's it feel filling Dillon's shoes?  And I heard you were in some sort of fight with your old buddy CD; you guys both left the archon angry after that big party, and then the next morning there were reporters talking about the mid-desert fireworks show."
Solitaire
player, 743 posts
I Could Save You
But Why Should I?
Sat 21 May 2011
at 23:14
  • msg #53

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Solitaire had never regarded Phantasm as 'harmless'. Nobody was 'harmless', but the equivalent in her mind was 'non-threatening', which Phantasm didn't quite qualify for that either. She was fast, tough, and most importantly, clever enough to be mainly concerned with causing everyone else to underestimate her. In Solitaire's humble opinion, Phantasm was one of the more dangerous people in the room. The only question Solitaire had in regards to Phantasm was a general 'why?'

"Pop Star? Why on earth would you inflict that on yourself?" Solitaire asked, interested. Phantasm had never seemed the type to require attention, but she sought it out anyway, while paradoxically avoiding it at the same time. By becoming a 'personality', she was probably seeking to deflect any speculation about what she was really up to. After all, everyone knew pop-stars were useless. There was a deeper game there, but it wasn't one Solitaire played.

Making a note that she should go talk to Pax before he took out his resentment on some poor newbie, she glanced at Skew, waving him over since he so obviously wanted in the conversation. "You don't need to tiptoe around Skew, we're not going to chew you out for interrupting or anything, its a party after all."
El Dragon
player, 52 posts
Tue 24 May 2011
at 08:45
  • msg #54

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

El Dragon, scanning the room, spies the brooding loner, and an opportunity at the same time.  "Standby one, Johnny, there's somebody I've got to meet," he says as he ducks off through the crowd toward Caestus Pax.

He doesn't know if Pax was ever in the military but he stops in front of Pax and offers him a respectful salute.  "Sir," he says pleasantly, ignoring the sour look on the big man's face, "Lt. Col. Antonio Devarga, codename: El Dragon.  You left before I was attached to Team Tomorrow, but I just wanted to say I admired the way you dealt with what had to be a tough leadership situation."  He steps a little closer and looks the "Fist of Peace" squarely in the eyes and says, "No matter what people say or think, what matters, in the 'Algebra of Command,' is that you accomplished the mission and got your people home safe.  I just want to tell you how much I respect you for pulling that off for so long with what must have sometimes seemed like a gaggle of kids with super powers."  He puts out his hand for a handshake.

"And, sir, in case you suspect me of brown-nosing, I have nothing I hope to gain here.  This is a genuine token of respect from one officer to another."  Then, unless Pax engages him in conversation, Dragon turns to go, to find others to mingle with, perhaps.
Suzukaze
player, 243 posts
Assassin Wind
Tue 24 May 2011
at 13:45
  • msg #55

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Suzukaze enters the party arm in arm with Binary. She has made sure the two of them are dressed perfectly. Those closest double check to be sure they are sure who they are seeing. Those that don't know of Binary wonder if he is as crazy as her or has a death wish. She leans to whisper in his ear...

"See how they stare. I've got a good guess what they are probably thinking of. After all I do have a reputation. But it's all up to you to make an impression. And remember to get data of who is talking to who. Now go I have faith in you."

She pulls away from him and begins to move through the crowd greeting those she knows.
Gravitas
player, 557 posts
Behold Gravitas!
Master of Gravity
Tue 24 May 2011
at 20:10
  • msg #56

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

It would probably be extreme to say that Quentin 'hated' events like this. He did not enjoy them, that was certain. He could understand why they were held, and that they did benefit the people attending in most cases. He knew they fulfilled a need held by many of the people in attendance. He still didn't like going to them. He felt like he should be somewhere else, doing something else. Socializing with others, even other novas - many of which he considered friends - was never really a forte for him.

He found himself, as he often did, orbiting the room. He'd stop, greet someone, perhaps chat for a few minutes, and then resume his course. He could not, he knew, stay in one place for too long. He'd start attracting loose objects in a setting like this, if he did. He didn't really want to be responsible for dropping all the tableware onto the floor from across the room, but he knew from experience that things like that would happen if he just found himself a seat and let people come to him.
Comstock
GM, 921 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Wed 25 May 2011
at 03:36
  • msg #57

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Do I age, Tex?  Do any of us?"  He smirked.  "I'm getting by.  The paychecks are just thousands now, and I'm working on hobbies and the charity thing, you know?  Still got the itch."  He gesticulated with his drink.  "You two know if you ever need a hand, ever hit a tight spot, you just call, okay?  Just because I'm nudged out and working on other things doesn't mean I'm leaving you to the wolves.  Speaking of which, get ready for scrutiny and a distinct lack of gratitude for whatever you end up doing.  I think Pax quit as much because of his new religion as for the sour turn of public opinion."

Talking crap behind others backs?  You're getting a little more like them, Dillon.  He shook his head in shame, gossiping something he disapproved of in general.  "More seriously, either of you getting invitations from the Teragen?  Sol's been chatting me up," he smirked, figuring Sol and others could probably hear him, "I'm still leery, but I'm seeing some of the value in it."

Pax's face didn't phase Dillon.  But like the others he kept his eye on the Blind Prophet.  The man did not earn respect any longer, but he still commanded some measure of fear.
Johnny Afterburner
NPC, 24 posts
New Guard -- T2M:A
To Protect and Serve
Wed 25 May 2011
at 04:25
  • msg #58

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Johnny followed in Devarga's wake and waits a safe distance back to see how the meeting with Pax went.  Whatever Pax was, he wasn't someone Johnny wanted to waste time with.  The pop-icons and heroes of the future would have to make images to eclipse the waning star of Pax.
Impetus
player, 1044 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Wed 25 May 2011
at 12:03
  • msg #59

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"I did indeed meet CD that night, he's become totally unglued and irrational. Honestly, he would have killed me if not for the timely arrival of the new members of T2M. And I don't think I can ever really fill Dillon's shoes, he was the stable core around which we built the team, I'm more like the albatross flying in front of the ship, impelling the sailors to go farther and be more than they think they can, or than some feel comfortable with. There's always go to be that gulf between the ship and the bird too, something to make them notice that which separates them and make the bird something that they try to catch, but without being able to examine it in fine detail. It remains to be seen if this will work, but the new team is something special, they'll push hard.". He sipped his drink, "And now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go say hi to my good friend Pax." He kissed her warmly on the cheek and headed over to the cloud of indignation and frustration that was Pax.
Gale
player, 204 posts
And sore must be
the storm--
Wed 25 May 2011
at 22:22
  • msg #60

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Gale arrived late to the party.  Or later than the others anyway.  Despite her newfound confidence away from T2M, in these mixed social situations she still got a little anxious.  She needed to find someone to talk to.

Solitaire and Impetus were more than a little intimidating.  Their magnificent changes in appearance made it even more obvious that they were in a separate league altogether.  She and Gravitas hadn't ever been super close, same with Suzukaze.  Recent adventures with Phantasm had caused them to catch up, so the conversation there wouldn't be too interesting.  And she hadn't seen Thorn yet.  Ah, Comstock.  That would work.

She approached her old captain and tapped him lightly on the shoulder to interrupt.  "Hey, Comstock."  Assuming that he turned to acknowledge her, she wrapped him in a big hug.  "How have you been?  Haven't seen much of you, since we both left the team."
Comstock
GM, 923 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Thu 26 May 2011
at 20:39
  • msg #61

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

The hug was returned.  "Hey Gale.  You remember Tex and the Ragnarockette.  I was just filling them in.  Charity work, all that.  And a few long conversations."  He eyeballed Tex and Guggie to see how comfy they were with Gale and the previous line of conversation.
Suzukaze
player, 244 posts
Assassin Wind
Fri 27 May 2011
at 02:41
  • msg #62

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

As Suzukaze makes her way through the crowd she spots Phantasm. She waves and makes her way over to her former teammate. She greets her with a smile and a hug.

"Why hello senpai. It's been so long how is life treating you? I had hoped that I would see you here."

She opens her handbag and pulls out a small envelope. She hands it over to Phantasm. Inside are three round trip tickets to Japan.

"If you have the time my Uncle has reopened his hot springs. We never got the chance last time to enjoy it, and the trip was mainly to make you feel better back then. I also have a request if you do go. The other two tickets are for my cousins. They deserve to see their father. I can't let them go alone however, and I will be unable to go.

Her face becomes a mixture of seriousness, fear and anger. She hesitates a little when she speaks again.

"I need someone I can trust to be their escort. You are one of the few I hope I can trust. Besides I don't think Keitaro would mind you coming along."
Rydi
GM, 899 posts
Fri 3 Jun 2011
at 09:13
  • msg #63

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

The two women turn toward Gale, greeting her with warm nods and smiles.  They made room for her to join their discussion, moving slightly so that she could slide in closer.  Ragnarockette reached out to give her a one armed hug and a greeting.  "Gale, glad you could make it.  You have to come visit us, and bring us some rain when you do.  It's been a dry year, and I'd love to see some storms soon."  As she spoke, she turned her head slightly, staring over Gale's shoulder.  When she'd finished her statement, she suddenly raised her arm and waived toward Gravitas as he orbited the room.  "Well, look who else came out.  QUENTIN! Come join us!"

Tex, after ensuring that Gale felt welcomed, turned back to Dillon.  "Yeah, the whole Terragen thing is the thing to talk about these days.  A lot of people got open invites and a primer on their weird views after they worked with us in Columbia, but they've been pretty hands off since then.  Guggie says she had a run in with that Count Orzaiz guy that does all their PR while she was on a job, but he didn't really do more than invite her to one of their meetings.  Most of us have also gotten some pressure from up top to keep our distance from the 'personality cult' or risk 'inquiries.'  I can see why they'd be worried, losing Pax and all, but that kind of thing just risks alienating people like Impetus and Solitaire, and risks driving a damn big wedge in the nova community.  I mean, look at how Skew and some of the new recruits are staring over there."

---

Devarga was greated with a blind stare and intimidating scowl as he approached.  But as he spoke, Caestus Pax softened, nodding in time with the soldier's words.  At the end of Dragon's speach, the scarred and blind Pax reached out an arm and placed his hand roughly on the new T2M member's shoulder. After a moment of silence, Pax spoke.  "Thanks.  It's damn good to see that there's people coming in with some experience, and some deeper understanding. If you need any advice, any help dealing with job, you get in touch with me."  With that, Pax turned and walked away as well.  He retained a hint of his former scowl, if only to impart the proper gravity to his appearance, but his mood was certainly lifted.  When Impetus approached, he found the man in far better spirits than expected.

"Impetus.  Can't say I'm happy to be back here with all the ingrates and idiots, but I do like the new guy on your team.  He looks like he's gonna be a damn fine addition.  It sure is a shame my old team isn't likely to go in as good a direction.  Anyway, when is this over?"

---

Skew, upon realizing he'd been spotted, walked up to the small group.  "Uh, hey Solitaire.  You're... looking good.  Different, but good.  And you've got Suzukaze and Phantasm with you, nice seeing you ladies again.  So, how things been?"  He pauses for a moment before building up the confidence to continue.  "Last I saw, you were wrapped in some glowing crystal thingy and falling outa the sky.  And now you're almost like a whole new person." 
Phantasm
player, 414 posts
Happy Shiney Person
DeathTeady loves you!
Fri 3 Jun 2011
at 19:07
  • msg #64

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

A thoughtful, slightly troubled look crossed the young woman's face.  "Well Sol', the things we did, the things we endured, were pretty rough.  I don't begrudge it... Like I said, it's been a privelege to see what we've seen.  But I don't necessarily want to keep living that way.  Or to be remembered as a glowing green nightmare.  I want to make people happy, share in some of the cool things that being a Nova gives.  And really, being a star is pretty cool."  It was believable.  It made sense.  All the cues were right.  But...

"Hey Skew, 'Kaze."  The arrival of the others interrupted their conversation.  Phantasm listened to Skew, interested in Sol's answer, before turning to 'Kaze.  A look of surprise showed on Phantasm's face as the former assassin continued talking.  "Oh, I've been okay, doing the pop star thing for a while... Wow 'Kaze.  I'm honored that you thought of me for this.  Sure, I'd be happy to.  I had some business in Japan anyway, I can just move up the dates.  I can even take your cousins for a behind the scenes look at some of the big Japanese bands while we're there.  And it'd be nice to see Keitaro again, he seemed really sweat the few times we talked."  Suzukaze's request was out of the blue, but the woman had clearly been planning it for a while.  In someone else Phantasm would likely note the rudeness of forcing tickets and children on someone they hadn't talked to in some time... but it was 'Kaze.  She wasn't exactly a social ballerina, and she didn't get close to people easy.  It probably took a lot for her to come out and do this, and to trust someone with her family, so Phantasm took it as the compliment it was.  "We'll have a lot of fun. But why aren't you coming?  Didn't you want to see your home?  And how have you been by the way, I haven't seen you for ages?"
El Dragon
player, 58 posts
Sun 5 Jun 2011
at 02:08
  • msg #65

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

His duty done (as he saw it) he turned back to the rest of the crowd.  There were so many T2M members here he had never met.

He sidled through the room toward Phantasm.  "Buenos noches senorita bonita," he says, bowing slightly over her hand as he takes it.  "And the mighty Solitaire," he says bowing again as he shakes her hand, "it is an honor to meet you.  I am El Dragón."
Comstock
GM, 925 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Sun 5 Jun 2011
at 15:04
  • msg #66

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Comstock nodded.  "Can't really object to recruitment as long as no one's coerced."  His skin was shining, he realized, and he had to pause to concentrate on keeping the metal from showing.  "Just makes me nervous.  You want to get together to talk about it sometime?"  Carrying his stress in his jaw, he found a business card with his new emergency number written on the back.  He didn't say more.  This wasn't the time or place, and he was getting better at judging that kind of thing.

Dillon's arm shot into the air to help wave Quentin over, and while the Master of Gravitation decided whether or not to join them he reached into his pants pocket.  "Hey speaking of storms and weather, you guys hear the one about that nova Streetsweeper?"  He produced a folded up page of newspaper he'd gotten at the airport.  "So apparently there's a strike or some dispute going on here in New York with sanitation workers, and in comes this guy calling himself Streetsweeper.  And he says 'I can clean your streets and collect the garbage as fast as I can walk them.'  Someone decides he's serious or at least that he's not asking for a big payout and takes him up on it, and it goes so well that he's got a contract with the city now.  So now this guy's replaced a few hundred jobs, the mayor's trying to patch things up with the labor unions but can't fire the guy who signed Streetsweeper on, for some reason, and the guy who signed him is spouting libertarian crap and talking tough on unions, abortion, and budget deficits.  A presidential candidate in evolution."  He shook his head.

"Point is, Gale, is I'm getting by 'cause I've gotten careful about what I do and who for.  If you're doing it right, people won't know you've helped them at all.  And if you're doing it like Streetsweeper here, you've got to demand better rates on your time and talent."  Storytime over, his entrepreneurial side warmed up a bit.  "You find yourself short on money or PR this winter, call up some people out here and see if they'll pay you to ease up impending blizzard conditions.  Bound to be something in it."

"Oh yeah, Tex, how's that ocean bed thing you were doing shaping up?"
Johnny Afterburner
NPC, 25 posts
New Guard -- T2M:A
To Protect and Serve
Sun 5 Jun 2011
at 16:14
  • msg #67

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Johnny's eyes had wandered while he waited for Devarga's conversation with Pax to finish up.  But when he finally noticed it was over, he saw his wingman didn't need him.  He was already putting on the charm.  "Fuckin' A," he chuckled approvingly.  He'd swing around to bail his buddy out if he crashed and burned.

Johnny's ears were good now, real good, but there was a lot going on.  It didn't bother him, he was just having a little trouble filtering it all.  The best filter, he reasoned, was whiskey and loud people.  Easy to hear them, easier to ignore other sounds when they're nothing but a warm buzz.  Problem was, Johnny moved around the room and found whiskey, but all the loud and neat people were in the big cluster: Pax and Impetus were talking (don't want to get in between those two); Phantasm and Solitaire were holding court (sweet, but can't step on Dragon's toes if he's got a chance with Phantasm tonight); Comstock and the squares had their corner (yesterday's news and that Icelandic chick or whatever gives me the willies).

What was an up-and-coming-action-hero to do?

He turned on the smile and started making his own party with the younger crowd and everyone uncomfortable with the new gods.  He offered fun, stories, and boisterousness.  He stole kisses and slapped shoulders and showed off his new cowboy boots -- "M.L. Leddy's of Houston you know they made boots for Elvis Presley?  Sure did," -- and celebrated himself and the nova condition without talking about work or responsibilities or any of that stuff.
Gale
player, 208 posts
And sore must be
the storm--
Tue 7 Jun 2011
at 06:17
  • msg #68

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Gale took her place within the quickly forming conversational circle.  She stayed quiet during the discussion of the Terragen.  While she knew Impetus and Solitaire and a few of the others were members, she hadn't been actively approached.  And she wasn't a big enough player to require Utopia to breathe down her neck.  Thankfully.  But it did make her wonder.

Commenting on the story, she said, "That seems awful.  All those people.  And so unnecessary.  I mean, it's one thing for me make food in Africa and Gravitas to explore Mars, but doing something that anybody else could do?  That doesn't seem fair."  Her blue hair rippled as she shook her head slowly from side to side.

Comstock's advice brought a smirk to her lips.  "What are you telling me that for, 'Stock.  I know better than to go throwing my powers around.  You mess with the weather to much, and you risk messing the climate up.  But maybe I'll consider that.  A lot of people couldn't make it home for Christmas last year."  Then her turn in the conversation was over and the winged woman turned her attention to Tex.
Suzukaze
player, 250 posts
Assassin Wind
Wed 8 Jun 2011
at 05:36
  • msg #69

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Suzukaze looks uneasy as she stands before Phantasm. She stutters a bit as she talks...

"I... I'm fine... I've been fine... I want to, but it's best if I'm not near them. I mean it when I say your the only one I can trust." Her eyes shift over to Solitaire then back to 'Tasm. "I think it would be best not to talk here."

Suzukaze seems weirder than normal. Yes she's seemed unstable before, but she looks to be truly afraid or worried.
Flare
player, 290 posts
Cogito ergo flamma sum.
Thu 9 Jun 2011
at 02:36
  • msg #70

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

She’d arrived late, and had planned to leave early, but ended up waxing nostalgic in a corner over the faces of her old teammates.  She’d really wanted to stay home, barely made it in fact, but even while on the mend she couldn’t help but delight in being around her nova associates.  Her healing powers had taken care of most of the damage, but some of the burn scars on her arms were still visible.  She knew ice was pretty much her opposite in every way, even with the progress she was making in cold mastery, but a blast from a very powerful ice nova had still laid her up for a while.  That’s what she got for accepting solo missions.  Thank god she’d lived, the shame of being taken out by someone with a name as lame as ‘Freezerburn’ would have haunted her beyond the grave.

Flare tried to move with her normal grace and speed, and came off somewhat arthritic.  Still she had a fairly convincing smile in place as she moved through the crowd.

It had been harder and harder to keep up with the demands the military and Utopia were putting on her.  With several members brand new, Impetus taking the lead and other members being somewhat difficult, a few solo jobs had fallen to her.  Flattered then apprehensive, she had done what she was told, and not told anyone.  Now making her way toward Gale and the others, she wondered if her extra little jobs were really helping anyone.

“Hey guys, long time no see.”

Gale
player, 209 posts
And sore must be
the storm--
Thu 9 Jun 2011
at 02:57
  • msg #71

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Flare!  Welcome!"  Gale was pleased to see her old friend, and made room for her to join the circle of conversation.  "How have you been?  Those new recruits treating you well?"  If she noticed the burns, she didn't say anything.  She sort of felt sorry for Flare.  Solitaire, Comstock, Gravitas, and Gale had all left the team, leaving Flare and Impetus to pick up what remained of the team.  The winged woman didn't think she would have been able to do the same.  But then again, that was why she had left, wasn't it?
Phantasm
player, 416 posts
Happy Shiney Person
DeathTeady loves you!
Fri 10 Jun 2011
at 07:34
  • msg #72

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Noticing how disturbed Suzukaze was becoming, Phantasm did her best to comfort and calm her former teamate using voice tone modulation, micro-expressions, and a fair amount of genuine concern.  "Sure, we can talk later after the party is over, I'm sure everything will be fine...  Hey, here comes one of your new teammates!  Hello again sir, nice seeing you.  Dragon here saved me from a very miserable time at the Archon the night that Kraken threw that big party."

Phantasm continued to steer the conversation away from 'Kaze's troubles, both to better hide from the others whatever was causing such concern, and to ease Suzukaze's frayed nerves.
Gravitas
player, 560 posts
Behold Gravitas!
Master of Gravity
Fri 17 Jun 2011
at 18:18
  • msg #73

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Nodding as hands shot up to beckon him, Quentin slightly altered his path, making a brief stop by one of the tables to snatch something that smelled tastey on his way. He may not actually need to eat any more, but it was good to give his taste buds a workout every once in a while.

"Hello, everyone," he said as he approached. The motes of light that had surrounded him since his emergence from chrysalis tightened around him so as to not collide with other people. "This is... quite the turn-out, isn't it?"
El Dragon
player, 65 posts
Fri 17 Jun 2011
at 23:24
  • msg #74

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

As people came up to Phantasm and quickly drew her away in a swirl of activity Dragón stared after her blinking.  Well, so much for being able to get to know Phantasm a little better, he thought...wow.  He took a few moments to recover his self-esteem and consider his next moves.  Should he hang around the senior T2M:A members like a lost puppy, hoping for attention?  When it came down to it, if you counted his baseline experience, he had almost as much field and combat experience as they did.  It's just that, being a Ranger, his covert missions didn't make it into the news and so he wasn't famous.

Or should he try to hang out with the younger team members?  As an Army officer, he had learned from sad experience that whenever he had tried to join in the enlisted men's parties - no matter how loose he tried to be - he was always a wet blanket on their fun.  Looking around, he was older than many of the new T2M members.  He was also an "outsider," as evidenced by his uniform.

The The confidence he tried to radiate in public began to evaporate rapidly in his cloud of indecision.  His natural shyness plus the shame of his horrific scars began pushing in on him to just get a plate of snacks and a drink and retreat to a corner...or better yet...go home.

He decided he would hold out a few more minutes, circulate around the room one more time...
This message was last edited by the player at 01:22, Sun 19 June 2011.
Flare
player, 299 posts
Cogito ergo flamma sum.
Mon 20 Jun 2011
at 06:11
  • msg #75

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

She smirked at Gale with just a hint of a wickedness, "They're treating me well, if only I could return the favor.  Getting them ready for action requires some ball-busting after all.  How have things been with you?"

Flare glanced around the room a bit as she chatted with Gale.  Pleased with the amount of people and friendly faces.
El Dragon
player, 68 posts
Tue 21 Jun 2011
at 02:43
  • msg #76

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Dragón walked away from the bar, staring at the dual layered "drink" he had just been handed and sniffing it to make sure there was no alcohol in it.  Catching movement out of the corner of his eye, he saw a small group of younger team members that seemed to be comparing martial arts techniques.  Maybe he'd go join them, that was a subject he knew a little about.

Just then, he bumped into the back of Phantasm, and only their combined nova reflexes saved her from a cold surprise down the back!  "Ay caramba!  Senorita I am so sorry.  He doesn't seem to know what to do with his hands, or the drink, as he continues to apologize.

Mierda, of all the people to run into...
Phantasm
player, 420 posts
Happy Shiney Person
DeathTeady loves you!
Tue 21 Jun 2011
at 03:42
  • msg #77

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Hey, no problem.  You want to hang out here for a bit, avoid the obstacle course?"  Phantasm laid a hand on the soldier's elbow as she guided him into the circle of people. "So, does anyone want to wander over to the other cluster of our teammates, maybe have ourselves a little T2M:A past and present picture or something?"
Comstock
GM, 933 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Tue 21 Jun 2011
at 19:19
  • msg #78

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Hey Quentin."  He welcomed his friend into the circle, engaged in pleasantries, all that.  Now this cluster was growing.

Flare he welcomed with a wave and a wink. 

Despite Dillon's grudges, Phantasm's suggestion seemed like a good idea.  "Yeah, that sounds good.  You all up for it?  Group photo?"  Without prompting, he knew he'd never wander over there to talk to Pax or Imp at this rate.
Gale
player, 216 posts
And sore must be
the storm--
Thu 23 Jun 2011
at 02:48
  • msg #79

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Yeah, I'm sure it does.  I remember some of my early training assignments.  Me?  Oh, I'm doing ok, I guess.  Doing all these environmental speeches, dealing with religious protesters.  The usual."  A shrug accompanied her statement.  It was getting to be routine, dealing with the Michaelists.  "They really don't like me, you know?"

"Group photo?  Does anyone even have a camera?  I didn't bring one."  Then again, most cellphones were advanced enough to be better than most actual cameras these days.
Rydi
GM, 919 posts
Thu 23 Jun 2011
at 03:16
  • msg #80

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Tex started to reply as more people joined the conversation.  "Oh, you know, like every big project it's hard and slow-  Wow, we're popular over here.  Hey it looks like you've got a little reunion going on, I think I'll make my way around the room while you guys all catch up and spend some quality time and all that."  Turning to the rest of the new arrivals, she gave a nod and a smile as she slowly disengaged from the growing crowd.  "Great to see everyone, I'm gonna go mingle, but I'll see you again a little later."

Ragnarockette smiled brightly at Gravitas as he joined them.  Since the eve of Columbia she'd shown a fondness for him, but time, work, and chrysalis had prevented any meaningful interaction.  "You're back from neverland Quentin!  We must catch up later, you will tell me what you've been up to."  Her greeting was interupted by the group rapidly forming for a photo.  "Oh, team picture, I can hold the camera for you all.  If we find a camera that is.  And if you can steal Impetus from Pax.  Too bad Slider isn't here, wasn't she assigned full time to you all?  This is the sort of thing she would love."
Flare
player, 301 posts
Cogito ergo flamma sum.
Thu 23 Jun 2011
at 03:17
  • msg #81

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Flare gave a wave to Comstock, with a semi-sarcastic 'long time no see'.

“Pictures would be great!” Flare’s ‘training injuries’ couldn’t dampen her exuberant nature. “I love photos, especially when not done by insane paparazzi.”

Flare had been hearing a lot about the Michaelists in the news lately.  Now that she thought about it, they didn’t really bother her when she was out.  Perhaps it was her reputation to lob fireballs first and ask questions later…

Either way, her opinion on them was concise.

“They’re retarded. If they don’t understand that you can be awesome without being blasphemous, then they can go die in a fire.” She was beginning to think she might even be willing to help that along.  “Don’t let them get you down.” She slung an arm around Gale’s shoulders.  “Photo time!”
This message was last edited by the player at 04:39, Thu 23 June 2011.
Impetus
player, 1068 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Sat 25 Jun 2011
at 12:25
  • msg #82

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Imp slapped Pax on the shoulder as they shared a laugh, few people knew it, but the former Utopian powerhouse had a weakness for Flintstones jokes.  Mood lightened he sauntered over to where T2MA had clustered, "What's this I hear about a photo?" He said, smiling broadly and taking a sip of his luminous drink.  He was clearly having a great time, whether it was because he'd managed to get everybody to attend, or whether it was because he was simply enjoying seeing so many of his friends in the same place was anybody's guess.  He pulled Dillon in for a manly hug and, when they pulled back smiled and said, "One of these days, one day soon, I'd love to come by your office for some face time, my friend.  Do you keep normal people hours or do you still work two weeks on and 6 hours off?"
El Dragon
player, 71 posts
Sat 25 Jun 2011
at 12:49
  • msg #83

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Pictures...swell The Dragon thought.  Still, he recognized a historic moment and so allowed himself to be chivvied into place and put on his crooked grin with a good will when the camera flashed.
Comstock
GM, 935 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Sat 25 Jun 2011
at 15:32
  • msg #84

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Dillon returned the hug, lulled in by Impetus' spell.  "Lots of hours.  Lot of projects.  Easy to rearrange, though, I'll see what I can do."  He smiled.  Noticing the group forming up, he turned.  "But Imp, you've got to introduce me to your new crew."

Out of the group, he picked a face from the new crew and offered a hand, scraping his memory for a name.  "You're El Dragón, right?  Lt. Col. Angelo Devarga?  Dillon Amargosa.  Can't remember if we've met."

A few faces were starting to fuss over how to arrange people for the picture.
El Dragon
player, 72 posts
Sat 25 Jun 2011
at 20:11
  • msg #85

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Um...no, sir, we haven't" Dragón said, quickly extending a hand, "but it's a pleasure."  He had to chuckle at himself and wonder why he had expected the man to be as tall as the "legend."
Comstock
GM, 937 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Sat 25 Jun 2011
at 20:21
  • msg #86

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"I heard you went into Colombia with us.  Hell of a thing.  And a hell of a job you did out there."  Angelo was actually taller than Dillon, even though Dillon had bulked out a bit in the years since his eruption.  "Don't sweat the photos and crap.  Turns out they're useful to someone.  Even if it's just to get otherwise good people to open their wallets and do the right thing."
Solitaire
player, 758 posts
I Could Save You
But Why Should I?
Sun 26 Jun 2011
at 05:57
  • msg #87

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Solitaire, who had been deep in conversation with Skew about what might have been the best cut and style of leather jackets or might have been a deep discourse on Quantum, the Universe and Nova's place in it, paused at the mention of the photo.

"Sorry Skew, we'll have to continue this later. It appears to be a Kodak moment."
El Dragon
player, 73 posts
Mon 27 Jun 2011
at 08:06
  • msg #88

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Yessir," El Dragón replied, "had the privilege of leading a platoon of Rangers there."  He started to say more but stopped.  How much more do I say?  Is he genuinely interested or just glad-handing?

"Publicity photos, aya don't remind me.  Last thing I did before I transferred to T2M was a bunch of photos and a commercial series for Army Recruiting.  They should start rolling out over the next couple of weeks."
Gale
player, 221 posts
And sore must be
the storm--
Tue 28 Jun 2011
at 06:08
  • msg #89

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Gale laughed, and wrapped an arm around Flare's waist.  It was an intimate gesture, the kind only close friends could have.  "We better put on our best smiles, right?  It was a joke, and at the same time, not.  Whenever this many novas got together, inevitably the photos would be used for promoting something or other.  In fact, she began to wonder why Impetus was throwing such a big party like this anyway.  Networking?  She wasn't sure.
Phantasm
player, 424 posts
Happy Shiney Person
DeathTeady loves you!
Tue 28 Jun 2011
at 07:52
  • msg #90

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Inside, where no one could see, melancholy took hold of Phantasm.  But she gamely put on her best impish smile as she moved to stand beside Comstock and Gravitas, hiding her sadness from her friends.  So many friends gone, so much left to do.  I wonder if this will be the last picture we all have together... I wish Zero and Slider were here for it.


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If I knew a good artist, I'd commision a picture of this and share it with everybody.  This would make a good shot. 

Flare
player, 303 posts
Go die in a fire.
Tue 28 Jun 2011
at 08:20
  • msg #91

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Gale:
"We better put on our best smiles, right?


"As if we had any others." With Nova style looks, the majority of them were a pretty bunch.  Flare easily slung an arm over Gale's wings, making it look like old habit, which it was.  "Think of all the free press we'll get out of this, for good or bad." She thought a bit about the Michaelists and all the other psychos out there.  "On second thought, don't think about that goodness knows what nightmares it could give."

 This would be a good memory, the group all around.  No matter what happened in the future, they could remember that they weren't alone at this moment.
Gravitas
player, 572 posts
Behold Gravitas!
Master of Gravity
Thu 30 Jun 2011
at 19:18
  • msg #92

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Quentin tried not to cringe at the suggestion that they take a group photo. He'd been forced to do so many during his stint with T2M:A that he should be used to it by now. He wasn't, though, and probably never would be. He wore, as he usually did, a stolid expression for the photo. The motes of light that had been orbiting him since his chrysalis tightened their orbits so as to not collide with others. His infinitely black eyes did not reflect a flash, and no pictures of him since his eruption featured the red-eye flaw.
Rydi
GM, 926 posts
Wed 6 Jul 2011
at 08:41
  • msg #93

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

The photo captured the spirit of the team, past and future meeting at a single point.  In the years to come, it would be a reminder of better, brighter times for the novas of Team Tomorrow.  For the moment, it was a pretty picture that reminded each of them of the ties they had to one another, and to the united goal of a better future.

Impetus' gathering was a success, and served to reinforce the comraderie between the various teams.  Old relationships were rekindled, and new bonds made.  Ragnarockette shone as the new leader of Team Tomorrow, and the event gave the opportunity she needed to build solidarity and reinforce her position in the minds of the rest of the novas under her command.  The new members, replacements for the veterans lost in Columbia, had a chance to meet the older members and see themselves as part of a greater whole rather than as lesser novas doomed to live in the shadow of legends.  Even Caestus Pax, despite leaving only halfway through, seemed to find a sense of closure regarding his time spent on the team.  As the night continued, T2M found a new solidarity and purpose in one another, a hope for a new tomorrow.

As the night neared it's end...


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I'm up for more posting here, but it seemed to be dragging a bit.  We can use this as a break point to start new conversations in the party, or just move on to other things.  Up to you guys.  Feel free to make any last posts you wanted even if we do decide to wrap this up. After I give people a chance to post here, I may have a little something to add though.

This message was last edited by the GM at 08:43, Wed 06 July 2011.
El Dragon
player, 78 posts
Wed 6 Jul 2011
at 17:43
  • msg #94

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

El Dragón made his way through the slowly disintegrating knots of chatting novas, stuffing down the butterflies.  What am I, a teenager? he thought as he stopped and waited while Phantasm bade farewell to a couple of European novas.

When she was (momentarily) alone, he stepped up to her, "Hi again," he said, smiling, "I was wondering if perhaps I could interest you in dinner some evening?"
Suzukaze
player, 264 posts
Assassin Wind
Wed 6 Jul 2011
at 20:41
  • msg #95

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Even though it was fun Suzukaze felt tense as the pictures were taken. She felt awkward in this happy moment. When all was said and done a few words with some of the other teams gathering around she turns to he teammates. Not really paying attention to who is by her or who she is talking to. "I think I need to grab some fresh air. I'll be on the roof."

She leaves the room and makes her way to an elevator. An odd choice for her. It gave her a sense of normality. Back before her eruption. She took the elevator as far as it would go, and made her way onto the roof. She made her way to the edge of the building and looked out into the night sky.
Phantasm
player, 432 posts
Happy Shiney Person
DeathTeady loves you!
Wed 6 Jul 2011
at 23:04
  • msg #96

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

A moments pause gave Phantasm ample time to consider the question.  Was it a good match?  Sincere?  Her last relationship with a military guy hadn't turned out well... But he seemed nice, he was a link to the current team, and everything she'd seen of him indicated a responsible and stable man.  Kind of reminded her of Dillon actually... Eew, creepy thought.  Not going there.  Might make things a bit complicated if things went anywhere with 'Kaze's cousin, but it was premature to really worry about too much. The real question was, did she have time for this, and would it get in the way of her plans.  There were dangerous games going on, and she was just starting to play for real.  But you know what?  I'm not going to sacrifice all my chances at happiness.

Less than a second passes before Phantasm puts on her best "I'm cute and quirky" smile, and nods.  "Sure, that'd be cool.  Whatcha have in mind?"
El Dragon
player, 79 posts
Thu 7 Jul 2011
at 06:34
  • msg #97

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Angelo had to work hard to keep the massive relief from showing on his face.  "I don't really know the restaurants in town, but I was just thinking we could share some dinner...talk, get to know one another..."  Part of his brain was panicking, there's no way he should be trying to make a date with someone that smart and pretty...but he didn't allow himself to retreat or surrender.  Besides, he thought, the reward could be so pleasant.
Comstock
GM, 940 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Mon 11 Jul 2011
at 17:54
  • msg #98

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

As things settled down, people paired off for the evening.  And rather than bug Phantasm or DeVarga, who seemed to be hitting it off, Dillon got it into his mind to handle some business.

"It's a nice party, Imp.  Got a minute?"  Everyone wanted a piece of Imp.  Even Pax.  "We've got to talk."  Most everyone still respected him enough to give him a wide berth when he asked.  He hoped Pax would get the message too and back off without a confrontation.
Impetus
player, 1080 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Tue 12 Jul 2011
at 07:12
  • msg #99

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Of course my friend, how about on the balcony?" Imp lead the way to a secluded corner and concentrated.  The air around them wavered slightly as he robbed the molecules around them (and underfoot) of momentum, effectively creating a sound proof bubble around them.  "Unless people are reading lips we've got some privacy," He looked to his friend expectantly.
Comstock
GM, 941 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Tue 12 Jul 2011
at 16:45
  • msg #100

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

He followed, looked out over New York, and ground his teeth together.  "First, I've got to make sure of one thing."

"Did you muscle me out?  Take the team for yourself?"
Impetus
player, 1081 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Wed 13 Jul 2011
at 13:54
  • msg #101

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Muscle you out?  No.  Take over the mantle of leadership? Yes.  When I got back you had stepped down, moved into the private sector.  Half the team had retired, and the other half wasn't ready to take over.  So yeah, I stepped up, there was no other choice."  He took a sip of his drink, "If you want to be back on T2M, to lead T2MA, you say the word and you'll be reinstated faster than Frosty can dress down a new recruit, and I'll give you my total support."
He took another sip, "Is that what's been bothering you? Or is there something else?"  While it was impossible for Imp not to be who he was, he is giving the distinct impression that he's not reading his friend's emotions like he's capable of, perhaps as a gesture of respect.
Comstock
GM, 942 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Wed 13 Jul 2011
at 16:05
  • msg #102

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Reverb and metal filled his voice.  "What, you'll just snap a few fingers, shake a few hands and make the last year go away?"  This time, he didn't make much of an effort to control it.  He was ready for war, and made himself hard to read.

"No, Imp.  You probably could just smile and make all shake out for you.  And I don't know what pisses me off more: the idea that you can just do that and change the course of a whole goddamn planet or the idea that you've been able to do that all along and didn't bail my ass out."
Impetus
player, 1082 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Wed 13 Jul 2011
at 16:29
  • msg #103

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Imp said nothing for a long time. His brow furrowed as he looked at his friend. He hadn't really given much thought to what life must have been like for Dillon in the year following Colombia. He'd thought that...  Hell, he wasn't sure what he'd thought, so wrapped up in his own becoming that he didn't see the casualties of the war. "Dillon, I'm sorry. I didn't think, clearly didn't think, about what it must have been like for you. I've read the press releases, gotten caught up on the circus that built itself around you, but never really gave it the attention it deserved. It's so clear now, having three of your staunchest allies vanish, have the team break up, and having the world beating down your door, and not having anybody else to take the heat. Not that we didn't do the right thing, but that's cold comfort. I don't know how I can make this up to you, or if i ever can, but I promise I will try. Is there anything I can do this week?"
Comstock
GM, 943 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Wed 13 Jul 2011
at 16:59
  • msg #104

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"That's ... ah, shut up."

He thrust a finger in Imp's face.  "I don't need a damn shoulder.  From where I'm standing, you might have left me in the breeze because it was the right thing to do.  Because you didn't want to abuse people's minds.  Or maybe you couldn't do a damn thing and you're too obsessed with yourself to think the world has it's own ideas.  Or maybe," bitterness seeped from Comstock's controlled expression unbidden, "you've had your own master plans all along, and I'm just another damn pawn."
El Dragon
player, 80 posts
Wed 13 Jul 2011
at 17:29
  • msg #105

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

El Dragón offered Phantasm his arm in a gesture designed both to show her courtesy and communicate to others that "We're going to go talk for a second, okay?"

"So, Bonita," he said, keeping his eyes forward to keep his nerves in check, "what sorts of things do you like to do?  Music, dancing, one of the half a gajillion shows they have in Vegas?"  He paused for a moment, thinking, "I used to take dates to the skate park.  It's been a few years," he said turning to her with a grin, "but I imagine El Dragón could still shred the place down."

"But seriously, Bonita, what would you like to do?"
Phantasm
player, 434 posts
Happy Shiney Person
DeathTeady loves you!
Wed 13 Jul 2011
at 19:19
  • msg #106

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Phantasm took El Dragon's arm as she bemusedly smiled.  "Dunno Angelo.  Or do you go by your codename all the time?  Lot of novas do these days... Anyway, I'm usually so busy dealing with my daily itenerary that I really don't get out all that much for fun.  Maybe something normal, dinner and a movie, drop by whatever shopping mall is local and do some people watching?  I'm kind of boring when it comes down to it, and while I like fantastic sights, my time with T2M and now my work in Hollywood have given me more than enough opportunities for excitement and cool trips."

Her smile suddenly froze in place as her eyes scanned the room and came to rest on her arguing friends.  Though baseline ears couldn't yet hear the fight that was brewing, anyone could tell from the way they were gesturing that something was wrong.  And nova hearing could easily make out the words.  "Oh hell.  Just what we need right now..."  Phantasm began making her way closer to the argument, though she didn't let go of Angelo.  She just started walking and assumed he'd follow, attached at the arm as they were.
Impetus
player, 1083 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Thu 14 Jul 2011
at 01:52
  • msg #107

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Imp was stunned.  This was in no way in line with any of his plans, master or no.  He leaned on the railing, body language relaxed and extraordinarily non-confrontational. "Dillon, you're one of less than a dozen people in the world I would never, ever use or manipulate.  Lie for, Yes.  Kill for, Yes.  Lie to or finesse, Never.  Dill, you and all the other members of the first team are the best friends I've ever had, and are closer than my own flesh and blood," a flash of sorrow and rage crossed his face, replaced in an instant by his usual affable mask, "You are not and never will be in danger of being used by me, ok?"
Inside his mind was working feverishly, how could he make this up to Dillon?  Bring down the reporters who'd been the most active in their blood hunt?  Nah, they were just soldiers, symptoms of the disease.  The news networks though, they were the ones who set policy, who fed into and manipulated the masses, they were his real targets.  Or were they? Maybe it was the faceless mass of humanity, hooked on sensationalized news stories, on the 24h news cycle, the ones who lined up for the crap that was raked with such fervor by the networks.  He knew he could manipulate groups, knew that he could bend public opinion to his will, but could he re-write society on such a massive scale?  It might take a while, but It'd be worth it.  Imp resolved then and there to work towards this goal, when he wasn't working on other, equally important goals, of course. "Careful, my love." Came the whisper in his mind.  Of course he'd be careful, this would require extreme subtlety.
This message was last edited by the player at 08:24, Thu 14 July 2011.
El Dragon
player, 81 posts
Thu 14 Jul 2011
at 07:58
  • msg #108

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Having Phantasm walking beside him, with her hand resting lightly on his arm, and that smile on her face felt...nice.  He began to relax and enjoy the moment for what it was.

"No, Angelo is fine," he said, "I've been using my code name because I was told during my in-processing to T2M:A that it was traditional."

"So...schedule the date on your schedule; check." Dragon nodded.  "Slummin' incognito; check."

He felt her arm stiffen as her attention suddenly shifted.  He followed her gaze and quickly locked onto where she was headed.  He couldn't hear any voices, but by shutting out any irrelevant data he can tell that something odd is being done to sound in that spot.

He allows himself to be directed and stands ready if there's any way he can help, otherwise he stays out of it.
Comstock
GM, 944 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Thu 14 Jul 2011
at 15:12
  • msg #109

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Despite himself, he felt comforted.  "Ah, damnit, that's not the point."  He settled back, hands on his hips, trying to think of what he'd come to say.

"Look, you say that now, but it took you being away for me to realize just how damn likable you are.  And ... the metal won't ever leave me just like you can stop nudging things."

He gesticulated for emphasis.  "Look: I.  Can't.  Ever.  Know.  If you're lying-or-not-lying, scheming-or-not-scheming, I'm not sure I could ever tell the difference.  So how the hell can I trust you anymore?"  Old tells returned, and he ran a hand over his head.  "Sol tried to explain this Chrysalis thing more, and I sort of get it.  But it's not about me.  It's about them."  He gestured over the balcony.  "You're heading up a cult.  You're the goddamn front page.  I ... shit I don't even know what I'm trying to say, but people aren't even people around you anymore, they're wind-up toys.  It takes a breath from you to move stock prices and elections."

"Not to insult your intelligence, but am I making any sense?"

From his face, Imp could read between the lines.  Comstock had been trying to train himself to resist more, but manipulation and good looks weren't 'attacks'.  His body didn't immediately register that sort of thing or deploy defenses.  He used to consult with the rest of the team, but their absence had probably stymied his efforts at personal advancement.  He is swifter than he used to be, but still easy enough to manipulate.  And acutely aware of it.

Comstock had stood alone.  Impetus had entered Chrysalis.  As had Sol, and Gravitas.  Zero had disappeared and stopped returning calls.  Gale had a long hospital recovery.  Flare was helpful but not politics material.  Suzukaze was an enemy, someone whose excesses helped push Comstock to his more violent hard-line on nova criminals.  And Pax had found Mal -- though Comstock obviously still doesn't suspect that Impetus helped make him the Blind Prophet he is today, the closeness of Impetus' relationship with Pax only added fuel to Comstock's paranoia.  Whether he was lying or not about not wanting a shoulder or not being bothered by standing alone, having to endure without the team had changed him.

Furthermore, perhaps as a result, he was clinging rather more desperately now to regular everyday baselines, so his new distrust of "sphinxes" was an extension of that emotional/political allegiance.  The rest of his paranoia, his awkwardness, and his reluctance to engage with Imp for long periods of time all made more sense in that context.  He didn't fear Impetus in specific.  He feared Impetus in potential.

What Impetus could not determine is what, precisely, Comstock wanted from him.  Perhaps he didn't even know himself.
This message was last edited by the GM at 15:13, Thu 14 July 2011.
Phantasm
player, 438 posts
Happy Shiney Person
DeathTeady loves you!
Thu 14 Jul 2011
at 16:20
  • msg #110

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Though her ears weren't quite good enough to pierce whatever dampening field Impetus had created, she carefully studied Impetus' lips and body language as he made his replies to Comstock.  While Dillon was an all too easy to read, Impetus response would tell much about his intentions and who he'd become since his transformation into the Marvel of Tomorrow.

Without taking her eyes off of the conversation, Phantasm whispered to Angelo "Sorry, just want to make sure everything is okay over here..."
El Dragon
player, 82 posts
Thu 14 Jul 2011
at 19:42
  • msg #111

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Seeing Comstock ease out of the fight-ready posture he had been in and relax just a little, El Dragon let out a small sigh of relief.

"It looks like they're getting it sorted out, Bonita," he whispered as he shifted from holding out his arm to holding her hand.

"By the way," he asked, "what could I call you?  Do you go by your code name all the time?  Or perhaps I could just keep calling you Bonita."
Impetus
player, 1085 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Fri 15 Jul 2011
at 03:34
  • msg #112

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Imp nodded his head when his friend finished speaking.  "You're right, you know, the only way for you to trust me, or for any of us to trust anybody else is to chose to do so.  To let past actions and relationships speak, and to recognize that by opening ourselves up to trust another person, there is always the possibility of being hurt, being vulnerable, being betrayed and abandoned.  But choosing not to trust shuts down all the amazing things that other people have to offer, the incalculable enrichment that friendship brings.
That being said, I can't stop affecting others, even by my absence. If I'm there people look to me for things they think I can provide, or simply because it's reached the point where my company and appearance is addictive, and dangerously so.  If I'm not there that void is as apparent as my presence.
Grav and Anataeus can't help but shatter existing limits of scientific achievement when they put their thinking caps on; and in the same vein, I can't help but alter the thought patterns and behaviour of those around me, I'm doing it to everybody at the party right now, not consciously, but my presence and my desire for people to have a good time and relax causes them to do so.  Normal people do this too, but we left normal a long time ago.
"
He took another sip of his drink, "Since my chrysalis I'm always planning, always working an angle.  I was before i went under too, but the process changes you, alters perception and behaviour, magnifies and intensifies certain aspects of one's personality while subduing others.
A friend of mine who is as bright as Grav, but into probability and chaos theory and other realms arcane, tells me that unless something is done there will be a war between baselines and novas.  You've seen the signs, we all have, all us veterans.
I am working towards stopping that war, to save countless millions of baselines, and thousands of our peers.  I'm well positioned to work towards that goal, with my cult, as you describe them.  With the resources that I have at my disposal due to my position in Utopia, and with my near ubiquitous media presence I can make a difference.  I will lie, cheat, swindle, dominate, tear down and inspire to make this happen, my friend.
I promise, though, i will never do those things to you, or to the rest of our adopted family, save hopefully for inspire.  You will always get the unadulterated truth, and while social maneuvering is built into my very being now, I will never maneuver you through guile, or by using my patented Charisma Sledgehammer. I'll give you the information I have, my position and why I hold it, then let you make your choices.  Deal?
" He proffered a hand.  "That said, I could really use your help."
Comstock
GM, 947 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Fri 15 Jul 2011
at 04:08
  • msg #113

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Comstock stared.  Impetus always had the right move.  The right thing to say.  "War, huh."  His face was locked in a scowl.  "Is that what this Teragen has been about?  Preparations?"

He took Impetus' hand.  "What if you're the cause of the war?  What if ... all of us are the cause?"
Impetus
player, 1087 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Fri 15 Jul 2011
at 13:37
  • msg #114

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"No, not at all.  The Teragen are a group of indiiduals who associate because we share certain ideas to one degree or another.  No, this is very much a quiet thing.  We can talk about it later, in private, if you want.
As to me being the cause, like the rebel angels rising up against the creator to stop a disaster which was caused by their rising, that's always a possibility, but in this case not a probability.  I'll lay all my cards on the table, in private, and let you be the judge.  You can bring a tinfoil hat if you want.
"
Comstock
GM, 948 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Sat 16 Jul 2011
at 03:50
  • msg #115

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Ha fucking ha."  His jaw was still thick with tension, but he'd calmed down well enough.  "You know where to find me.  I'll be in touch.  But don't bring him."  Pax, of course.  "You're still a good man, Imp.  Stay that way."

Without another word, he turned away and stepped out of the bubble, noticing the audience as he went.  "Hey P.  DeVarga.  I'm about partied out."  The conversation hadn't gone as expected.  He felt like more of an asshole than when he started, and he found himself without much of a stomach for more.  "Don't stay out too late and stay out of trouble."

Before he could make a mess of anything else, he looked for the elevator, intent on finding his hotel room to crash for awhile before his flight back to Vegas.
El Dragon
player, 84 posts
Mon 18 Jul 2011
at 04:50
  • msg #116

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Seeing that the confrontation had defused itself, Angelo stepped onto the balcony and took in the panorama before him.  A smile brightened his face.  Here I am in New York, he thought, with a lovely lady holding my hand, and the entire Manhattan-freakin'-skyline spread out around me.


He turned, rather sheepishly, to Phantasm, "Do you wanna...come fly with me?" he asked.  "Just a quick turn around lower Manhattan," he added quickly, "and maybe out to Liberty Island, depending on how we feel.  I can drop you off at your hotel right after."  He paused to watch her reaction for a moment, then said playfully, "It'll save you a death-defying cab ride with a down-and-out Russian mobster."

What is it about this woman, he wondered, that's drawing me in so hard?  Although she was becoming more popular on the entertainment circuits, there were still many who saw her as frightening because of her powers, and the disturbing nature of the images she conjures.  Maybe that was it, he realized, she's seen and come to terms with the monstrous, perhaps she can see past the monstrous face he'd been cursed with.
Phantasm
player, 439 posts
Happy Shiney Person
DeathTeady loves you!
Mon 18 Jul 2011
at 19:33
  • msg #117

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Phantasm's fine, though Bonita might be a good substitute from the right person's lips..." she said playfully and absently as she watched Dillon conclude his conversation.  Poor guy, he didn't stand a chance against Impetus.  Even when the man was doing his best to be sincere, he walked over the concerns of others with all the difficulty most people had walking on dry leaves.  Dillon was a brief rustle in Impetus' self-assured mastery of the social sphere.  But at least the conversation had revealed some of the man's intent, and maybe given him at least a moments pause.

As Dillon walked out of the bubble, she turned to him and put her free hand on his elbow. "Good job Dillon.  Don't be so hard on yourself, he needed a wake up call.  Don't ever be afraid to tell people what you think.  Get ahold of me when you're feeling better, maybe we can get the rest of the local team together for lunch or something?  We can sit around and watch people eat."  She said the last with a smile, hoping to lighten Dillon's mood a bit before he went off to sulk alone.

Once the little tiff with her former teammates was over, Phantasm listened as Angelo proposed an evening flight. "Hmm.  Sure, not like I sleep anyway so staying out a little later won't hurt.  Did you want to take off now, or stick around here longer?  Party seems to be dying down a bit anyway..."
El Dragon
player, 86 posts
Tue 19 Jul 2011
at 00:01
  • msg #118

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Then, Bonita," Angelo says as he sweeps his officer's cap off his head and bows formally to her, "I am entirely at your disposal.  If you wish to take a moment and say your goodbyes, I will wait here," he says, placing his cap dramatically over his heart, "impatiently I'm afraid.  Otherwise I'm ready to leave as soon as I change out of this 'monkey suit.'"
Suzukaze
player, 269 posts
Assassin Wind
Tue 19 Jul 2011
at 02:04
  • msg #119

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Suzukaze's mind wanders as she stares out into the night. She climbs on top of the ledge and stares down. Without a thought she lifts a leg over. The feel of nothing below her foot. She contemplates just stepping off. Battle and even the nuke could not kill her. Should she just take it herself? She thinks of all the possibilities. What her family and team would think. She thinks of Annette, Paul and Shiro. She pulls her foot back and placing her hand on her forehead she sits on the edge.
Solitaire
player, 763 posts
I Could Save You
But Why Should I?
Tue 19 Jul 2011
at 03:01
  • msg #120

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"You know, you're going about that the entirely the wrong way." Solitaire said offhandedly as she floated along after Comstock. Going head to head against Imp is always a losing proposition, even if you aren't playing to win. 'Stocks body language pretty much said he wanted to be left alone, but that didn't apply to her obviously.

"Did that make you feel better? I'm not sure what the point of that was though."
Comstock
GM, 949 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Tue 19 Jul 2011
at 03:51
  • msg #121

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Comstock neither turned nor stopped walking.  "Ah, you know Sol.  Just trying to clear the air."  He headed for the elevator and pushed the button.  "Your ears are too damn good, you know that?"  He pushed the button again for good measure.
Rydi
GM, 933 posts
Tue 19 Jul 2011
at 06:16
  • msg #122

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Your ears are too damn good, you know that?"

Indeed they were.  And they often heard things no one but another hyper-perceptive nova could ever believe possible.  Over the noise of the party, the thrum of the music, the sound of the city, and the wind rushing around the building, Solitaire picked up the sound of footfalls on the roof, and voices to accompany them.  Why would there be people up there?  Other than the security staff that is... And hey, come to think of it, they'd been awefully quiet for some time now.

---

Phantasm tensed instinctively, a cold shiver of danger running down her spine.  Angelo senses her moment of alarm, but it vanishes so quickly he could almost have imagined it.

---


As Suzukaze won another battle with herself and hunkered down for a brief lull in her existential war, she noticed movement on the roof.  Three figures, two men and a woman, talking quietly.  They were novas; if their eufiber camo or node pulses didn't give them away, the signs of minor taint mutations surely did.  But they weren't Team Tomorrow...

"The ground team's in position," said the first man.

"We won't win this, we can't.  But we'll go down in a blaze of glory."  Said the second.

"Spare me the heroics.  All I want is revenge.  It's all any of us have now." The woman's voice was full of vitriol and suicidal zeal.  A darker reflection of an already dark Suzukaze, who moments before had been ready to throw her life away in grief and anger.

The second man grinned, fangs showing as he did.  "Then lets give 'em hell."

Suzukaze was at a loss to identify what was going on or who the mysterious novas were, but she could easily tell they intended harm to those inside the building.  Down in the street, she caught other movement, figures surrounding the building with coordinated military precission.  Where were was the security Impetus had surely hired for the event, the Utopia staff?  None of it made sense, but there was precious little time to inquire further.  The three novas were preparing to jump off of the roof as they each shouldered heavy equipment on their backs.
Suzukaze
player, 270 posts
Assassin Wind
Tue 19 Jul 2011
at 16:39
  • msg #123

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

With the other nova's words Suzukaze bolts to her feet summoning her blades. The glow of the summoning most likely revealing her presence. "I don't know who you are or your intentions, but your not getting past me! Sol we got trouble incoming!" She shouts at them and hopes Sol's super hearing could pick up her warning she charges the enemy nova's.


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obviously being on vacation I don't have my stuff with me so I can't really figure out needed rolls. Bad combat.

El Dragon
player, 87 posts
Tue 19 Jul 2011
at 23:33
  • msg #124

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Something wrong, Bonita?" Dragón asked quietly.  He reflexively shut out the sounds of the party to listen for sounds of anyone approaching.  Combat-sharpened instincts making him extra wary.


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Awareness Roll  18:29, Today: El Dragon rolled 6 successes using 12d10 with the Target Number system with a target of 7 with rolls of 7,4,4,1,6,7,3,2,7,9,7,10.


Solitaire
player, 764 posts
I Could Save You
But Why Should I?
Wed 20 Jul 2011
at 03:34
  • msg #125

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Well, yes, they are, but Imp always forgets to soundproof the floor when he does that. I can feel the vibration. Not really the point though. You see, the trick to Imp is..."

Solitaire paused mid sentence, quirking her ear to the roof. There was something odd going on...

"Hold on there Tin Man, I think the real party is about to get started. There seems to be a few people intent on crashing it."

So, 'Kaze was up on the roof, doing her best to get herself killed, as usual. The rest of T2M was in the hall, and they could handle themselves, and that left Comstock and herself, the two hardest hitting members of the team, in a good position to ambush their ambushers.

"Three on the roof, more at ground level. Would you prefer to go up or down?"
Comstock
GM, 953 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Wed 20 Jul 2011
at 04:00
  • msg #126

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

All effort at keeping the metal under wraps ended, and a blue-silver patina seeped out of his skin.  "I'll head down.  Can't maneuver in the air anyway."  The elevator finally arrived.  He stepped aboard, and it dipped a full inch under his increasing mass.  "I'll tell the front desk and detain anyone looking suspicious.  Dialing your cell-phone now, keep me appraised of what who we're up against and what we're looking for."

With his phone in his chest pocket and on speaker, he thumbed the "L" button and then assaulted the door close key repeatedly.
Solitaire
player, 765 posts
I Could Save You
But Why Should I?
Wed 20 Jul 2011
at 05:17
  • msg #127

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Kick some ass." Solitaire blew the metal man a kiss and a smile as the door closed. Then, she turned and called down the hallway, "Heads up! We got Company!"
Impetus
player, 1090 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Fri 22 Jul 2011
at 10:49
  • msg #128

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Imp, standing on the balcony and considering what Comstock had said, looked around for the attackers as he toggled his com, "HQ, this is Impetus, incoming nova hostiles at the T2M mixer.  Please have support crews on standby." He turned to address the rest of the assemblage, unaware or uncaring that he was subsuming Ragnarockette's position, "Enemy hostiles, assume a defensive perimeter, try to keep collateral damage to a minimum." Then, in a whisper, "And lets hope they don't have any nukes."
El Dragon
player, 90 posts
Fri 22 Jul 2011
at 19:48
  • msg #129

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Quickly shifting his eufiber to his "Union Suit," El Dragón now looked the part in his dragon mask and scaled full-body suit.  The charcoal gray color blended in with the shadows, making his outline harder to discern.

He took a quick glance over the edge of the balcony and then above them.  "Which direction do you want to cover, Bonita," he asked, "up or down?"
Phantasm
player, 441 posts
Happy Shiney Person
DeathTeady loves you!
Mon 25 Jul 2011
at 11:08
  • msg #130

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

At first, Phantasm merely shook her head slightly when Angelo asked her what was wrong.  But when her intuitions of danger were confirmed, and he asked where she wanted to go, she quickly replied.  "Up.  'Kaze is alone up there for the moment, and there are enough non-flyers that can take care of the downstairs.  I think 'Stock and Sol' are on it."

Moving rapidly, Phantasm grabbed onto El Dragon's neck.  "I believe you promised me a little flying?"
El Dragon
player, 91 posts
Tue 26 Jul 2011
at 03:32
  • msg #131

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Dragon grinned, "I did, Bonita," he said, launching out and up, facing the wall so he could watch for anyone coming down the wall as they're going up.  I also put a forcefield "bubble" around us until I get her to the roof.

When I get above the roof, I take in the situation and make a tactical assessment of the best place to put Phantasm into the fray.


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Wits+Tactics 22:23, Today: El Dragon rolled 4 successes using 12d10 with the Target Number system with a target of 7 with rolls of 7,5,2,5,8,6,1,9,1,5,6,10.


Rydi
GM, 940 posts
Tue 26 Jul 2011
at 09:09
  • msg #132

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

On the first floor of the building, Comstock stepped off the elevator into the lobby just as the generators failed.  There was a haze hanging in the air, a chemical cocktail that would have sent him to the ground spasming before his lungs melted had he been human like the gaurds weakly twitching on the floor, or the receptionist slumped over in his chair.

Despite the lethality of the gas filling area, Comstock was not alone.  4 novas in paramilitary camo gear busily prepared explosives that were attached at key structural supports throughout the floor.  One nova was the source of the gas (which would soon be spreading throughout the building), it came off of her in waves as she stood, focused, in the middle of the lobby.  Another woman with a silvery sheen to her skin worked on an explosive device near the entrance, while two men in gas masks rigged another device on the same wall as the elevator and prepared another to place IN the elevator.  The men were surprised to see Comstock walk from the elevator as they worked, but they reacted quickly, one dropping his gear before lunging in for an attack, the other doubling his efforts to finish programming the device he was working on.

---

Suzukaze's challenge held one of the Novas back, one of the men, but the other two leaped off the roof too rapidly to engage.  The remaining nova was non-descript, a deceptively average looking man that was difficult to focus on.  He smirked slightly, and 'Kaze was contemplating how odd the expression was when she realized he had moved to stand right beside her, custom revolver in hand and prepared to fire.

While 'Kaze engaged the man, El Dragon flew to the roof with Phantasm in his arms.  The two passed the plummeting novas leaping from the roof as they were going up, but any reaction was pre-empted by the purple lightning bolt of another flying nova, her form barely detectable as it streaked through the night sky and slammed into El Dragon, throwing Phantasm to the ground in a tight roll, and buffeting The Dragon beyond the edge of the roof.

---

Inside the party, veteran warriors and novice T2Mers alike responded with admirable alacrity, forming a defensive perimeter and activating powers before the building's generators gave out.  The room was still lit by the glow from the many energistic nova powers active in the room, but the darkness lent an eerie feel to the once safe and carefree gathering.  T2M flyers prepared to exit the building and patrol the exterior, but were interrupted as the two novas from the roof burst through the windows on grappling lines, activating the machines on their back.  They ran through the room, dodging and twirling, attempting merely to avoid capture rather than to attack.

Novas with enhanced hearing could hear the leak of gas escaping the canisters the two terrorists moved by.  Invisible, nearly undetectable gas flooded the room, and the potent poison immediately began to effect the novas still possessed of biological functions.  Those perceptive enough to identify the molecules or knowledgeable of symptoms could tell that sarin gas was in use, though with some sort of strange and unidentifiable quantum resonance in addition to its normal traits.
Impetus
player, 1092 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Tue 26 Jul 2011
at 10:45
  • msg #133

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Impetus reached out towards one of the novas with the machines on his back, and attempted to rob him of motion.
OOC: Spending a point of will power to enhance the effect, yields a craptastic 2 successes.  +5 for quantum (as per immobilize) is a dex reduction of 7.  Regaining motion will require a contested roll, as per p.204 of the main book.
Gale
player, 228 posts
And sore must be
the storm--
Tue 26 Jul 2011
at 16:30
  • msg #134

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Gale, having neither super-hearing, nor super-perception, was taken by surprise by the attack.  But, like many others, she did have wits, and soon she was ready to fight.  Who would think of attacking so many novas, here of all places?  This was T2M, most of them were in significant combats of one kind or another.  This just seemed like a really stupid idea.

The gas told her that they were serious.  She felt a tightness in her chest very quickly, and even though she couldn't spot the source, she knew it was poison.  Thankfully, the terrorists had broken the windows on their entrance, and that gave her a place to funnel it out.  Calling up a sweeping wind, she pushed the poison outside, being careful to keep it contained in a growing bubble just outside the window.  She didn't want this getting into the city at large, and until she knew of someway to safely get rid of it and neutralize it, that would have to do.
Comstock
GM, 956 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Tue 26 Jul 2011
at 17:41
  • msg #135

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"What?" he breathed, his body seizing violently for a moment.  The feeling passed, and very quickly he felt the other nova's attack.

The attack didn't matter.  He grabbed the first man and bodily threw him into his compatriot.  Gotta be faster, gotta be faster.  He formed the metal into claws and went heavy, as heavy as the floor of the lobby could bear.  "I will use lethal force.  Stop, now."  The suggestion reverberated with as much force as Comstock could muster.  He was loathe to employ the Voice, but saw no other choice.

If his words were dross, he fought to kill.  He aimed to decapitate and dismember, his hideous strength and spiked fists tearing holes through torsos and limbs.  He could not focus on understanding the bombs to disarm them until he was free from assault, and in the cool and reassuring logic of the moment murder was an acceptable course of action to achieve those ends.


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OOC: And now let's support that with some die rolls.
The Voice: two successes to get one of them to stop what they are doing, roll Wits to resist.  Need an upgrade that will target more people.
The Violence: four successes on a roll for a strike, should it come to it.  Damage is ... considerable, limited primarily by whether or not the floor can endure 1200 lbs. distributed over the surface area of two feet.


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El Dragon
player, 92 posts
Tue 26 Jul 2011
at 22:21
  • msg #136

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Dragón fought against the backward momentum as quantum surged into his body, making him stronger and leaving him filled with a flickering blue light.


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16:24, Today: El Dragon rolled 2 successes using 6d10 with the Target Number system with a target of 7 with rolls of 5,1,1,1,7,9. Activate Boost. Plus spending a Willpower to make it 3 successes.



Then he quickly spun to face the nova driving his force bubble back, collapsed the field to just around his skin, and met the face that came rushing toward him with a strong right fist.  I wish my fist could have picked up an imprint of the look of surprise on his face, Dragón thought with a grim smile.
Flare
player, 311 posts
Go die in a fire.
Wed 27 Jul 2011
at 03:31
  • msg #137

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

What kind of morons, nova or otherwise, decide to crash a party full of veteran T2M?  Flare, still tired and distracted, was taken by surprise as the terrorists hit the party.   She quickly threw a shield of fire around herself hopefully staving off most of the gas, and damn but she’d probably have to pay for the Ritz-Carlton’s carpeting.

“Geez, and I thought this was supposed to be a private function.”

As other Novas moved to engage the terrorists, Flare threw herself outside, shattering a nearby window.  If the gas had any toxic abilities, she’d be more useful healing than lighting fire to the Penthouse.

She did try to snag a terrorist to take a friendly stroll into the open air with.
Phantasm
player, 443 posts
Happy Shiney Person
DeathTeady loves you!
Sat 30 Jul 2011
at 06:53
  • msg #138

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Phantasm aimed herself at the nova with the gun as she fell, hoping to at least daze him and keep 'Kaze from taking a bullet.  When she came up from her roll she had a plan firmly in place.  Down the nova on 'Kaze, freeing both of them up to take out the flyer that hit Dragon, and then the three of them could go down to the bottom floor and help out there.  The only problem was focusing on 'Kaze's attacker long enough to get a hit in.  But her mind was uniquely resistant to his sort of tricks...

After spending a moment to shift and activate her forcefield, Phantasm took a deep breath and prepared to engage.


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Quickness activated for two actions, first is to land on 'Kaze's attacker and get him away from her.  Not really hoping for any damage.
6 successes

Next action is a split action, activating multitasking to reduce penalties and activating shapeshift/forcefield. Shapeshift goes toward armor 1, str+2, dex+2.  Forcefield was only 2 successes, but still adds to soak.


Rydi
GM, 948 posts
Thu 4 Aug 2011
at 02:00
  • msg #139

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Inside the party, the two terrorists were rapidly subdued.  Impetus' fast reactions removed the momentum from one, while the remaining hostile was piled on by multiple novas after Flare's near miss as she rocketed out the window.  Gale's quick thinking allowed the gas to be contained without causing serious harm to the public, though several of the less resilient novas in the room were already showing signs of sarin poisoning.  The altercation was over almost as soon as it began.  So why were the terrorists smiling?

---

On the roof, 'Kaze was saved from a bullet as Phantasm bowled over the nova with the ability to blink in and out of the perception and short term memory of his victims.  In the air, El Dragon met the energy wreathed nova with a right hook.  Though a glancing blow, it nonetheless spun the nova around in the air before she stabilized.  Purple lightning arced off of her, and into the new T2Mer, but it corscated over his force field with little effect.

---

On the ground floor, Comstock tore through the terrorists with horrifying ease.  Perhaps their superiority to baselines had given them an enhanced perception of thier own abilities, because they did not back down as the metal juggernaut pounded through the lobby of the building.  But they were weak, most of them much like the Columbian faux-novas, and Comstock was one of the most powerful novas in the world.  The two by the elevator were dead on contact, their bodies unable to handle the impact.  His Voice went unheaded by the remaining few, their eyes were glazed over with zeal or drugs (perhaps both?) before he'd even spoken.
Impetus
player, 1095 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Thu 4 Aug 2011
at 14:14
  • msg #140

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

A headset lifted out of Imp's pocket and snuggled into place as he scanned the penthouse. "HQ, this is Impetus, hostile gas attack on T2M gathering, assailants subdued, but we're going to need everybody in medical to administer tests to all attending, also, hazmat teams should be put on standby." He looked around, "Flare, Veda, help anybody who's sick.  Everybody else, stay sharp." without checking to see if his orders were being followed he went straight down as fast as he could to see how Comstock was fairing in the lobby. From rooftops surrounding the event there came the flicker of glazes going off, and the reflection of light off camera lenses, there was no way to keep this quiet, he'd just have to make the stories say what He wanted them to.
El Dragon
player, 93 posts
Fri 5 Aug 2011
at 08:57
  • msg #141

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Dragón shook off the minimal effects of his foe's attack.  Looking her in the eye, he tossed his head and gave her a dismissive, "Pfff," then he shot upward in an arc toward her.  He started downward feet first and a glowing pressure wave of force built up in front of him, ready to explode into his foe like the lethal shockwave of a hand grenade.


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I don't know if I can get an intimidate check out of my reaction, but the attack is a Lethal Blast.



He could see the winking of camera flashes, and knew that every detail was probably being captured on video.  This would be his first public "outing" with T2M.  This time, he wasn't in an Army-manipulated publicity operation, he was standing shoulder to shoulder with his new team, dealing with a live emergency with civilian lives at stake.  Well, the Rangers won't let you down today.
Flare
player, 315 posts
Go die in a fire.
Tue 9 Aug 2011
at 05:27
  • msg #142

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Flare hopped to Imp’s command with no hesitation, and began looking for somewhere to safely relocate the wounded.  Her detective mind caught up as she was swooping around the building.  “It really is stupid to attack us all, unless this is some kind of trap…”  If something was going on inside, she’d be nearly useless, but if someone was overseeing from a nearby rooftop, she might be able to do something about it.

Flare quickly flew above the hotel roof and started looking for any odd glints of metal not associated with the slathering paparazzi.


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Flare rolled 2 successes using 7d10 with the Target Number system with a target of 7 with rolls of 3,8,2,1,8,6,6. Perception for possible crazies on roofs.

Comstock
GM, 961 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Wed 10 Aug 2011
at 01:40
  • msg #143

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

If the attackers were this driven, priorities had to change.  ”I don't want to kill you.  Stop.  Now.”  He let the valves and quantum lock his nerves down, freeing up his thoughts to more clearly judge the situation.  The bombs were mostly set already.  The silvery-skinned woman could probably set everything off, and these were not highly stable plastic explosives from the taste of them, but rather unstable terror weapons.  The nerve gas woman was producing more poison by the moment, and Comstock had no indication of the limits of that power.  Choosing between the two, who to attack first presented a serious dilemma.

Before the two could press the attack farther, Comstock sought out a piece of exposed metal to grab, extended his consciousness through it to the remainder of the building, and tore all of the lobby down onto them.  In less than a second, like a great steel fist, beams, rebar, wire, and doors crushed and closed together.  With additional effort, it would be only seconds before the cage was thick enough to block radio signals and seal air-tight.

Once the hostiles were disabled, he needed to focus on moving the explosives away from structural supports.  He would do so without a word and as quickly as possible, provided no other threats presented themselves.


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Molecular Manipulation: Imprison for a crushing attack from the building, burning extra quantum.  Eight successes.  Holds them as a 16 success clinch … and if I am reading this right, inflicts lethal damage as a clinch if I burn another quantum?  Holy hell, how did I not notice this before?  Alright.  Assuming I hit either of them, I think I've just found another gap in the rules, as this allows me to apply my whole strength with the building.  Damage starts at 8[30] Lethal and only gets worse.

Comstock will probably let up before completely exsanguinating his targets.  He just wants them disabled, after all.  Course, he doesn't often use this sort or scale of power …


Gale
player, 232 posts
And sore must be
the storm--
Wed 10 Aug 2011
at 23:11
  • msg #144

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Gale would concentrate on keeping the poison contained.  She couldn't do much else with it.  She knew it was poison, but not much beyond that, and her basic college chemistry lab hadn't prepared her for this.  She did try to condense the ball as much as she could.  The smaller it was, the less dangerous it could be.  Perhaps Gravitas or one of the other more science-oriented novas could tell her what to do with it in a minute.
Solitaire
player, 767 posts
I Could Save You
But Why Should I?
Wed 10 Aug 2011
at 23:37
  • msg #145

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Solitaire wandered over to an exterior wall and kicked sharply. The energy pulse that exploded around the point of impact turned the small hole she had intended to make into a ten foot diameter circle. She frowned at that, taking a millisecond to contemplate the result. It had been a problem since she'd emerged from her Chrysalis, likely the how her body vented excess energy without the use of flashy powers like the others had. It was a minor consideration, but it annoyed her nonetheless, as she prided herself on her control.

Thrusting the thought aside in favor of more immediate problems, Solitaire knelt by the newly remodeled window, putting her left palm on the floor to feel the vibrations around her better and closing her eyes. She listened, attuning herself to the building and the surrounding area. She heard the conversation and orders coming from the hall, smelled the trace amounts of gas on the air. In the lobby Comstock was handling the enemies there, and the roof seemed under control as well. The problem was that this whole attack was stupid. There was something else going on, and she was going to find out what it was.


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16:35, Today: Solitaire rolled 6 successes using 14d10 with the Target Number system with a target of 7 with rolls of 3,3,10,2,1,10,1,3,5,6,2,7,8,3. Listening, 4 Mega.

Suzukaze
player, 275 posts
Assassin Wind
Wed 17 Aug 2011
at 11:03
  • msg #146

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Phantasm dropping in on the mystery nova surprised Suzukaze who thought for sure she was going to take a bullet to the head. That she'd end up like Shiro. She takes advantage of her friend jumping in and charges the nova striking him with an elbow to the head.


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Dice roller wouldn't let me roll over 20 dice. 13 successes total.

06:52, Today: Suzukaze rolled 1 success using 1d10 with the Target Number system with a target of 7 with rolls of 7.
06:52, Today: Suzukaze rolled 12 successes using 20d10 with the Target Number system with a target of 7 with rolls of 1,9,3,9,8,4,6,9,5,9,8,4,10,3,7,2,8,3,6,6.


Rydi
GM, 953 posts
Wed 17 Aug 2011
at 18:35
  • msg #147

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

On the roof, the attackers were quickly downed.  El Dragon's attack broke ribs and threw the enemy nova into the roof, breaking a few more bones for good measure, and her sheath of purple lightning dissipated as she slipped into unconsciousness.  Suzukaze's attacker, lacking significant defenses aside from the mind fog he produced in others, was unprepared for her precise attack.  'Kaze's elbow impacted with a sickening crunch, and he fell to the ground twitching.


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I only counted 15 dice for the attack on your character sheet Kaze, though since 5 were mega it didn't really matter, you would have hit anyway, and penetrated his defenses despite penalties from his powers.  Just curious where the other 5 dice were coming from.


---

The lobby collapsed, leaving the other novas immobilized or dead and Comstock free of distractions.  As he waded through the knee deep rubble as though it were water, he noted three explosives that needed his attention (one wasn't hooked up, and another was damaged enough by his attack on the lobby that it was no longer a threat).  Comstock managed to disable two of the devices before the third detonated, collapsing the support beam it was attached to.

---

The novas inside the party responded to the situation with great proficiency.  Those unaffected by the gas began evacuating wounded, scanned for more attackers, and began looking for any civilians that might need to be moved from the area around the building.

Gale still contained the poison with her winds, and protected her teammates from further exposure, right up until the report of an enhanced anti-materials rifle split the air, and a bullet split her shoulder.  Another nova, gently flying a teammate to the ground floor in his arms, took a bullet as well.  He began an uncontrolled descent, either out of control of his powers momentarily, or unconscious.

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make a stamina + endurance roll to maintain the intricate web of air that contains the poison, and take 2L damage after force field + eufiber


Flare noticed the snipers, positioned on two nearby buildings, just as the muzzle flare from their guns flashed.  She couldn't stop their bullets, but she certainly knew where they were.

Solitaire knelt to the ground, and felt the building.  Her perception was such that she was able to nearly recreate the scenes playing out around, above and below her simply through the vibration and sound.  Comstock ran toward another column to take something apart, the battle on the roof quickly ended as hostiles fell motionless, the air parted as bullets pierced allies.  And in the back of her head, she heard her Name called.  It was close, and not the normal water fountain chatter that normally surrounded the mention of her Name.  It was close enough that she could tune in on it with her hearing, a rooftop nearly half a mile away, voices carried on the wind.

"--Solitaire, Impetus, and a majority of the others are there.  We got most of them with the gas.  The snipers are taking out the weak ones."  The gas.  Mention of it called it to her attention, and her nose caught something strange, something she felt in her node as much as she smelled it.  A second chemical?  An odd flavor to the sarin?

"Good.  We pierce Utopias armor, let the world know they can be wounded.  Make them show weakness.  Now we leave."

"What about our forces?"

"They were just Columbian leftovers, easy pawns.  They don't matter."

Solitaire
player, 769 posts
I Could Save You
But Why Should I?
Wed 17 Aug 2011
at 20:24
  • msg #148

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Solitaire snarled as she sensed Gale take a hit. Gale was one of hers and by god she would break whoever was behind it.

"I have you now." She said in her best Vader impression and shot toward the rooftop the voices came from. It would take her precious seconds to get there, but seconds would have to do. She didn't like the fact a new player had appeared and she had no idea who it was. Best to take it out early, or at least discern its identity.
Suzukaze
player, 277 posts
Assassin Wind
Wed 17 Aug 2011
at 23:58
  • msg #149

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Suzukaze looks at both enemy novas before turning to Phantasm. "Thank you. I owe  my life to you my friend."

She turns towards Dragon. "Dragon can you get these two downstairs. They'll probably need medical treatment before any questioning or being dragged off to prison. Once down we can see what the situation is and help out everyone one else."


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The extra dice was probably my mistake. In the main book for hyperspeed strike it said you got 2 extra dice for Enhanced Movement and 1 die per dot in Hypermovement, but it did not say if those were for damage or to hit and when i went to roll I counted those.

Impetus
player, 1104 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Thu 18 Aug 2011
at 01:59
  • msg #150

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Imp looked up when he heard the report of the rifle and saw young Thunderbird fall out of the air, Scramble still held in her arms.  He cursed, and barked into his com as he ascended, force field snapping into place around him, "Snipers! Away from the windows, nobody goes outside unless they can withstand anti-vehicle weaponry." He then caught the two falling novas and dropped to the sidewalk in the middle of a crowd of people who had gathered to look at the fireworks above, and the dust and debris coming from the lobby below.  "It is not safe for you to be here, please find shelter." He commanded, voice ringing with authority.  Taking their obedience as a given he knelt and did what he could to staunch Thunderbird's bleeding, hands moving impossibly quickly.

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OOC: Rolled a mighty 1 success. A medic Imp isn't.  Would discern weakness help?

This message was last edited by the player at 12:34, Sun 21 Aug 2011.
El Dragon
player, 99 posts
Thu 18 Aug 2011
at 07:28
  • msg #151

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

As soon as the shot reached his ears, Dragon's head snapped that direction, his hand automatically going to the downed nova, making sure she stayed down and behind cover.  Making a quick tactical assessment, he came to the conclusion that there must have been someone watching, overseeing such a complex attack.  Then analyzing the angles of the attack versus the angle and visibility of the windows in the neighboring buildings more carefully, he worked out the best spot for them to have watched from.  Then he had to grin and shake his head as he saw Solitaire already streaking that direction.


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01:40, Today: El Dragon rolled 2 successes using 4d10 with the Target Number system with a target of 7 with rolls of 6,8,3,10. Bonus dice for Tactics.

01:41, Today: El Dragon rolled 3 successes using 9d10 with the Target Number system with a target of 7 with rolls of 6,2,7,4,10,6,4,3,9. Tactics Roll.

01:50, Today: El Dragon rolled 5 successes using 9d10 with the Target Number system with a target of 7 with rolls of 1,7,3,8,4,10,10,2,7. Second Tactics roll.



"Coming Bonita?" he asked, holding out his hand as he pointed with the other to the shimmering form of Solitaire, "or do you want to stay and help with the clean-up?"
Gale
player, 236 posts
And sore must be
the storm--
Thu 18 Aug 2011
at 17:17
  • msg #152

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Gale was concentrating so hard on shrinking the poison bubble in front of her that she was unaware that she was in any immediate danger.  After all, her teammates were here, and she could see on the roof that they were doing all right.

Her head shot up at the sound of the rifle shot, but she had no time to react.  The bullet shot through her shoulder and the wing behind it, burning like fire.  Snipers!  Damn!  A cry of both surprise and pain escaped her, and for a second her control on the poison wavered.  It was a testament to her training as a member of T2M that she didn't lose it.

She needed to get out of the line of fire.  The roof nearby would at least provide some cover.  The only good thing about getting shot was now that everyone knew the snipers were up here.


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12:07, Today: Gale rolled 3 successes using 6d10 with the Target Number system with a target of 7 with rolls of 1,8,6,8,4,8. Stamina-Endurance.

Flare
player, 317 posts
Go die in a fire.
Mon 22 Aug 2011
at 05:07
  • msg #153

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Flare noticed the snipers, positioned on two nearby buildings, just as the muzzle flare from their guns flashed.  She couldn't stop their bullets, but she certainly knew where they were.

“Bastards.”  She had a moment of pure terror for her friends stuck inside the hotel. There was nothing she could do but take out the shooters before they got off another round. Flare used her hyper-movement and blasted over to the nearest sniper.

“You picked the wrong party to crash.”  Flare positions herself as best as she can so that her shield will be in the way of the second sniper as she blasts the first with some potent flame.


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Flare rolled 8 successes using 13d10 with the Target Number system with a target of 7 with rolls of 3,5,10,8,4,7,5,4,10,4,3,8,8. Hitting a sniper. Flare rolled 12 successes using 20d10 with the Target Number system with a target of 7 with rolls of 7,6,5,1,1,9,8,10,8,7,6,10,3,8,7,7,1,10,4,10. Slaughtering sniper.   So 8 to hit and 12 damage of lethal for crisping a sniper.

Phantasm
player, 445 posts
Happy Shiney Person
DeathTeady loves you!
Mon 22 Aug 2011
at 06:06
  • msg #154

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Looking at the offered hand, Phantasm shook her head. "No, I'm checking down stairs, but you should go play wing man for her.  'Kaze, you've done the same for me.  Both of you stay safe."  With that she was off, streaking across the roof, and then diving from the edge.  As she plummeted, she analyzed the situation, and came to the conclusion that there was more at work here than a simple terrorist attack.  But there just wasn't enough data to go on yet...

She hit the ground hard, cracking the pavement.  Thankfully her forcefield took the brunt of it, and her reinforced bones took the rest of the impact with little problem.  Leaping up from her crouch, Phantasm ran through the broken doors of the lobby, shattered glass crackling under her boots as she ran to check on her friend and ensure that no more explosions were coming.

"You down here big guy?  Talk to me..."
Comstock
GM, 964 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Mon 22 Aug 2011
at 19:14
  • msg #155

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

A mound of rubble rose from the floor.  Comstock's patina was shot through with red iron, and in a few places he was heavily dented or torn.  But he was alive.

"I am here."  With an agonizing, unnatural sound he turned his neck and some blood and fluid spilled from his wounds.  "Does the building look secure?"  He seemed uncertain as to whether it was structurally sound, even uncertain of himself.  Even rocked a bit on his feet as though off balance, though it would take a nova to notice.  "I can hold it ... I think."  Holding up a tanker-ship was imposing enough.  He did not relish the thought of a whole building relying on him for structural bracing.  "Sol said she was calling the cops, but you should give them an update."  He put a shrapnel-savaged hand to his temple.

Without enemies directly in front of him and no knowledge of snipers in play yet, he felt he had a moment to recompose himself.  Somewhere in the wreckage were more plastic explosives, but for the moment they posed no structural threat.
El Dragon
player, 100 posts
Mon 22 Aug 2011
at 22:15
  • msg #156

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

El Dragón snapped a quick salute to the two women then took off as if fired from a cannon.  He poured on all the speed he could, trying to gain on Solitaire, then added a little more.  A second behind her, he flared to a landing, whispering, "Right behind you, Sol," as he set off after her.

He began to analyze the external and internal layout of the building to determine the most tactically efficient path out of it so that he could route Solitaire around in front of them to cut them off if they were fleeing.


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17:08, Today: El Dragon rolled 2 successes using 4d10 with the Target Number system with a target of 7 with rolls of 1,7,8,4. Bonus dice from Tactical prodigy.
17:09, Today: El Dragon rolled 8 successes using 14d10 with the Target Number system with a target of 7 with rolls of 8,9,6,1,9,4,10,1,6,5,10,8,9,8 Tactics Roll.


Suzukaze
player, 279 posts
Assassin Wind
Thu 25 Aug 2011
at 01:12
  • msg #157

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Watching Phantasm and Dragon take off Suzukaze just shrugs her shoulders. "Well I guess I'm left to take care of you two." She looks down at the twitching body of the nova she took out. She lifts him up and puts him up over her shoulder. "It'll be ok there Twitch. Sorry not sure what else to call you. Probably shouldn't carry you like this, but I got to take your buddy also. I really don't want to bother making two trips, and hell I probably can't hurt you much more."

She walks over the the nova Dragon took out, and bending down slaps her lightly a few times. "Hey sleeping beauty. I'm going to take you and your friend to get healed." She picks her up and hauls her up on her other shoulder. With them both situated Suzukaze starts going down the stairs as quickly as she can with the two. "Would have been nice if you guys didn't have to screw up the elevators. We'd at least have some music to listen to. Just better hope I don't accidentally drop you down the stairs here. Maybe even be easy to throw you. What the hell did you guys think when you decided to take on pretty much all of Team Tomorrow. Bragging rights? Oh well. We'll get you healed then put you up in a nice cell for questioning."

Finally arriving in the ballroom Suzukaze takes in the situation. As she approaches her fellow Team Tomorrow members she calls out. "Hey I need some healers here. I don't know what Dragon did to this one, but I think Twitch here is kind of serious. I think we want them both alive for questioning."
Rydi
GM, 955 posts
Thu 25 Aug 2011
at 06:24
  • msg #158

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

On the ground, Impetus settled the two wounded novas to the pavement of the sidewalk as he caught a glimpse of Comstock's metalic form amongst the rubble.  The metallic juggernaut bore a significant portion of the building's weight upon his shoulders, and one fortunate man with a new Kraken Industries smart phone was about to make himself a sizable amount of money taking pictures of the nova supporting a skyscraper on his back.

The police and ambulance sirens sounded in the distance, rapidly approaching the area as civilians braved the street to help one another away from the area.  The explosion took a heavy toll on the surrounding area; traffic was stalled, a few vagrants walking the sidewalk were badly hurt in the blast, and many of the surrounding cars had been pelted by debris.  Several people were injured, but it was hard to tell as yet if there were any deaths.

The sky above lit up with flames as a sheet of flame rushed toward another building nearby.

---

Flare's rapid assault ended in twisted metal and the charred remains of Gale's attacker.  Was he a nova?  His skeleton  didn't offer any clues, nor did the scorched anti-vehicle rifle he carried.

After seeing Flare, and recieving warnings from Impetus, Skew took the initiative and approached the second sniper's position, easily deflecting the metalic bullets as he went.  The second sniper was quickly immobilized.


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note that damage on a lethal blast is (2 x Q levels) + (2 x Power dice).  So 10 base damage assuming Q 5, plus 10 dice, plus successes in extra dice.


---

Solitaire didn't bother with finding an entrance, she simply made her own as she traced the retreating novas to their hiding place.  She heard them mutter in shock as she approached, wondering how she could possibly have known, and discussing possible routes of escape.

"You'll take the roof, distract them.  Don't let yourself be taken alive."

"Yes, I'll take the roof, distract them.  I won't be taken alive."


Having had several brushes with mind control, Solitaire had a suspicion that subordinate was a pawn.  But a dangerous pawn; in a burst of speed he shouldered into Solitaire before flying past her to engage the rapidly approaching El Dragon.  The impact didn't damage her, but it did delay her enough that the nova pulling the strings of this opperation could turn into a cloud of shadow and slip through the cracks in the doors of the building's elevator.

While Solitaire continued to give chase, El Dragon had his hands full.  He recognized his opponent, though Solitaire had not.  An ex-military man, a former navy seal who went into the XWF upon his erruption, and who shouldn't have been involved in this kind of operation.  Bradley "The Torpedo" Sanders was known for his charity and kindness as much for his terrifying wrestling persona, and this wasn't his style... or at least it didn't seem like it.  Either way though, he was a dangerous opponent, familiar with both military and nova combat, and a potential threat to everyone in the area if not handled.

---

Twitch twitched lightly as he was carried.  The woman was mostly unconscious, but mumbled something as they went down the stairs.  "...Already won, gas will take it all away... you didn't deserve it... Utopia shouldn't have... Columbia will never die..."
El Dragon
player, 101 posts
Thu 25 Aug 2011
at 19:31
  • msg #159

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Using a "soft hands" technique from his Tai Chi Chuan training, El Dragón deflected The Torpedo's charge.  He called after Solitaire sotto voce, feeding her the intercept path he had worked out.  Then he spun to face Sanders.  "Chief Petty Officer Sanders!" he barked in his best drill field voice, "front and center, sailor!"


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14:06, Today: El Dragon rolled 4 successes using 12d10 with the Target Number system with a target of 7 with rolls of 3,9,6,5,5,3,9,4,6,9,2,9. Command Roll, +1 Die for Natural Leader.  (That could have been better.)

Suzukaze
player, 280 posts
Assassin Wind
Fri 26 Aug 2011
at 02:29
  • msg #160

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

After setting the two novas down and waiting for some assistance to come for them Suzukaze went in search of Gravitas. "Gravitas we need to evacuate. The one enemy nova there who was conscious mentioned Columbia and gas. I know we got some guys out there fighting, but we need to make sure everyone is safe. I think we should get everyone to our headquarters and start treatments for everyone. We also need to see what info we can get maybe they had some rendezvous point or something to go to after this attack. If we can find something maybe we can intercept them."
Comstock
GM, 968 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Sun 28 Aug 2011
at 21:57
  • msg #161

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

As the building lurched, Comstock held onto its frame as best he could.  He felt a million miles tall, impossibly slow and tired.  He must have failed, or else the shaky building wouldn't be weighing down on him now.

"You've got to go.  I have to get this."  He gave P a reassuring-yet-vacant smile and concentrated on keeping his blunder from getting any worse.
Flare
player, 325 posts
Go die in a fire.
Mon 5 Sep 2011
at 01:38
  • msg #162

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

With herself and Skew taking out the two snipers, Flare figured the heavy hitters could take out the attackers.  She kept her eyes out for any extra shooting and made her way to the injured on the ground.  She hated healing Nova's when she wasn't sure of their allegiances. She spared a glance at the civilians, both injured and healed, milling around.

"Okay kiddies gather 'round, and any one injured step right up."  With the baselines close she could keep them safe from any Nova or shrapnel until the rapidly approaching authorities could get them the hell out of here.
Solitaire
player, 777 posts
I Could Save You
But Why Should I?
Sat 10 Sep 2011
at 17:52
  • msg #163

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Solitaire couldn't turn herself into smoke or shadow or any of that to follow the leader, but on the other hand, she wasn't much bothered by walls in the first place. She crashed right on through the doors into the shaft and did a quick 360, trying to determine whether her quarry had gone up or down. Her eyes were good, and her ears were better, besides, being a shadow wasn't true invisibility, she didn't expect to have a problem finding him.


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10:49, Today: Solitaire rolled 9 successes using 11d10 with the Target Number system with a target of 7 with rolls of 5,9,10,7,3,5,10,3,7,2,2. Which way did he go?.

10:51, Today: Solitaire rolled 1 success using 1d10 with the Target Number system with a target of 7 with rolls of 9. Reroll 10.

10 total.


Rydi
GM, 966 posts
Wed 28 Sep 2011
at 07:38
  • msg #164

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

On the ground Impetus did his best to help his injured comrades, but despite his speed and keen intellect, medicine wasn't his forte; he managed only to prevent his patient's health from deteriorating further.  Fortunately Flare arrived soon after, content with reducing a nearby building face (and presumably her attackers) to charred slag.  With her healing the injured novas rapidly stabilized, leaving Impetus free to lead his team.

Suzukaze's voice came over the comms addressing Gravitas and anyone else available regarding further danger, but Quentin was either occupied or absent.  Impetus heard loud and clear however, as did Solitaire several blocks away.

In the air, Ragnarockette gave orders for flyers to search for any remaining snipers before she rushed onto the first floor of the building.  Rapidly assessing the situation, she approached Comstock and Phantasm.  "You really have to stop showing off this way Comstock, we know you're strong but you don't have to lift buildings all by yourself to prove it you know.  You have friends to help with that."  The smile on her face was forced, given the tension of the situation, but it was genuine.  Guggie floated through the rubble and positioned herself under a primary support beam, careful not to disrupt Comstock's precarious hold, then gently took some of the building's weight on her shoulders.  "Don't you, ugh, have some creepy columns or something you could make as temporary supports?" she asked Phantasm, voice showing a hint of strain.

---

El Dragon's call to attention shook Sanders.  For a moment he looked bewildered, but then his features took on the hard cast of man prepared to carry out his mission at all costs.  "Military.  You're the ranger that erupted in Columbia.  I've been waiting for this a long time.  But before we do this, I just want to know: How could you betray your country like this, working for Utopia to bring down everything you swore to protect?"

---

Solitaire rushed ahead, ignoring petty things like the building between her and her quarry.  A moment to pause, and it almost felt like she could hear the soft patina of photons in the elevator disrupted as the shadow oozed into the ventilation system 3 floors below.
This message was last edited by the GM at 22:49, Tue 11 Oct 2011.
El Dragon
player, 105 posts
Thu 29 Sep 2011
at 05:55
  • msg #165

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

There was a moment's pause as the weight of Sanders' words struck him.  Anger started to rise as he felt an insult to what he most deeply honored: his duty.  After all the things he had sucked it up for for the Army's PR division.  He wanted to rage at the other man, but it would defeat his purpose.  He saw it for what it was, A plant in Sanders' mind to divide him from me...and I can't let it work.

"You've been misinformed, Sanders," Dragon said, standing upright but ready on the paved surface of the roof. "My name is Lt. Col. Angelo Devarga, still...a U.S. Army Ranger.  I work for the Department of Defense," he continued, his voice and body language rising in intensity, "my Commander in Chief is the President of the United States, my commanding officer," he said, reaching the top of his crescendo, "is Major General Bradley Irwin!."

Dragón modulated his tone back down, but his voice still rang with command.  "I was assigned by my commanding officer to act as a liaison to Utopia, and to represent, not betray, the U.S. Army as a member of Team Tomorrow.
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Comstock
GM, 970 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Mon 3 Oct 2011
at 08:27
  • msg #166

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Thank you," Comstock grunted.  "I am beginning the repair.  Just ... a minute."  Bystanders were snapping photos; Ragnarockette and Comstock saving a building from partial collapse, Phantasm standing guard over them.  Media gold.  "Should have been faster.  I'm sorry."  The building's frame starting repairing itself, pieces of metal stretching and joining to shore up the weak spots.


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OOC: Bring on the Metal Control.  Heck, Comstock may even max out on this one.  He's pushing pretty hard and needs to move quickly.

Phantasm
player, 446 posts
Happy Shiney Person
DeathTeady loves you!
Mon 3 Oct 2011
at 23:12
  • msg #167

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Phantasm, a bit unlike herself at the moment, was torn by indecision.  To help here, or trust her teammates to handle the rest of the situation, which was correct?  They might miss something, and second to Quentin she was the most astute person at the party... but it was likely already too late, and this had to take priority.  Her friend was straining, and there were a lot of people that could be hurt.

With a moment of concentration, creeping tendrils began to flow out of Phantasm's green aura, crawling over the ground and coating the area in a quivering verdigris kudzu.  As the moments passed, the vines broke down the rubble into manageable chunks, while the larger creepers twined together and spiraled toward the ceiling.  The entwined vines formed thick columns covered in vicious thorns, and then spread over the ceiling.  Together, they helped support the weight of the massive building and cleared the area for any workers that might need to come through.


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5 successes, all on size((2,8,5,3,10,8,3,7,3,1)).

Impetus
player, 1122 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Tue 4 Oct 2011
at 00:46
  • msg #168

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Relieved from tending to the wounded, Imp took off into the sky and scanned the area, looking to see exactly what was happening.  "Impetus to team leaders, what's your situation, over?"
This message was last edited by the player at 00:49, Tue 04 Oct 2011.
Johnny Afterburner
NPC, 29 posts
New Guard -- T2M:A
To Protect and Serve
Wed 5 Oct 2011
at 04:51
  • msg #169

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"This is Afterburner!  Pursuing Solitaire!  WOO!"  Johnny's somewhat inebriated reply came right back at Impetus.  He wasn't even a team leader.  From above the city, it was easy to make out Johnny's brightly flaring jetpack and interpret from his course where Solitaire must be heading.  Sol herself was far too fast and too far gone.  "I got me one of their nice rifles, too!  Whole bunch of 'em up here in the rooftops and lots more Johnny to go around!  Yeah, I'm talking about you!  Get some!  Get some!"  Johnny emptied the magazine of the rifle at something or someone.
Gravitas
player, 584 posts
Behold Gravitas!
Master of Gravity
Wed 5 Oct 2011
at 19:39
  • msg #170

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Shortly after the group photo, Quentin had excused himself. He no longer had the stomach for prolonged group gatherings, it seemed. He had been, in some ways, worlds away. Physically he had only been a few miles directly over the site of the gathering, staring up at the sky with less atmosphere and less light pollution from the city to mask the cosmos from his senses. He'd been running some mental calculations on the radio emissions from a far-off and otherwise invisible star he'd noticed when he heard his comm trigger.

"Evacuate?" he blinked his inky black eyes, refocusing himself. "What? What's going on?" He flipped end-over-end to redirect his gaze toward the ground and the building he'd been in miles below. It was too far off to make out anything in any real detail, though the clouds of smoke and flashes of gunfire did make it immediately clear that things were not as he'd left them. A reflexive use of his power allow Earth to resume its normal gravitational hold on him, and he began to fall back toward the site of the reunion.

He didn't know much about what was going on, but he could piece parts of it together simply from Suzu's comm message. There was an attack, she favored evacuating people, presumably mostly baselines, from the building to headquarters. The attackers were likely related to last year's Columbian incident. It sounded as if they'd already launched some sort of gas-based chemical or biological attack. "Where are we evacuating from?" he asked, "I'll go there directly."
Suzukaze
player, 284 posts
Assassin Wind
Wed 5 Oct 2011
at 20:59
  • msg #171

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"We'll evacuate from the ballroom we had our little party in." She paused for a moment. "We got to get all members of Team Tomorrow out. There are some injuries, and I don't know what gas was used or how badly some are going to be affected. We have some enemy novas that need to be healed and questioned. I'm going to try and use my speed to search for any staff and baseline guests. I'll bring them back to the ballroom unless you would prefer a different location."

She turns around the room not knowing the other teams that closely. She shouts out. "If anyone here is a speedster or porter I need you with me. We have to search the building for any surviving baselines. We must evacuate everyone as quickly as possible. Gravitas will be back to open a portal to America's base, and we'll need all healers ready to go."

She begins to walk from the room. "Impetus... Sir... I'm starting my search for any baselines. I gave orders to prepare for evacuation and for the healers to be ready. And... I'm sorry. I engaged the enemy novas which is a violation of my probation. Once we return to base I'll begin to remove my personal belongings if you wish. Just let me finish up here."
Impetus
player, 1123 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Thu 6 Oct 2011
at 01:49
  • msg #172

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Good work Sue, don't clean out your desk just yet, also, check in with Pax, see if he wants to help out either in the lobby or with cleaning out snipers.
Johnny, try not to kill anybody, we don't know if these novas are operating of their own free will, or are being used like the ones in Mexico and Colombia.
I need two fliers to give Johnny some backup, get up there ASAP.
Speaking of the lobby, Skew, get over to the construction site a block east and requisition some I-beams for Comstock to use to reinforce the superstructure, just in case he needs them.
"
Gravitas
player, 585 posts
Behold Gravitas!
Master of Gravity
Fri 7 Oct 2011
at 22:44
  • msg #173

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Confirmed," Quentin replied over the comm. He began to concentrate his quantum in several directions at once, forming his matte black shielding and a portal through which to speed his arrival. "ETA: five seconds."

The gravitational energy enveloped his body, swallowing all light that struck him and bending any that strayed nearby. The effect was an entirely black humanoid figure surrounded by an outline of warped light, as if seen through a lens. Meanwhile it was pooling somewhere below him as well; he'd positioned the concentration of energy such that he would fall through it the moment it completed formation.

Exactly four and a half seconds later, the gravitational energy reached its critical threshold and a hole through space yawned open. Half a second later, Gravitas had fallen through it and arrived in the building's ballroom, flipping end-over-end again so that he would land on his feet rather than his head. The portal's aperture, above him, irised shut and vanished.

He looked around for whoever it was he was supposed to send away, or for whatever attackers had disrupted what was otherwise a mostly-pleasant gathering.
Johnny Afterburner
NPC, 30 posts
New Guard -- T2M:A
To Protect and Serve
Sun 9 Oct 2011
at 03:33
  • msg #174

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"I hear you loud and clear Impetus, I'll just wound this guy a little!"  Johnny's rocket pack was maxing out, his power feeding quantum directly into it to burn for thrust.  Rifle empty, he threw it away onto a rooftop and accelerated, still trying to catch up to Solitaire.
Flare
player, 330 posts
Go die in a fire.
Sun 9 Oct 2011
at 06:01
  • msg #175

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

The shattered streetlights and warped pavement gave proof to the Nova battle.  Around her, the sweat of terrified baselines assaulted her senses, making her even more agitated.   She was currently healing a slightly overweight man in a shredded business suit.  The man had likely been out for a round of drinks after work when he’d been hit by a falling piece of concrete.  Flare took a deep breath and placed a hand over the man’s balding pate.  A few seconds and a flash of light later, the man was being removed by the EMT’s and being carted off to the hospital.

Flare sighed wearily.   She had used her authority to make the medical staff wait to move the most injured patients as she’d treated them.  It allowed the emergency staff to handle all the people they could, and gave the severely injured a chance to survive.

“Alright, next.”  She attempted a weary smile at the grim faced woman who approached.   Her arm was in a sling and she looked both afraid and angry.  The anger was understandable as Flare noticed a few Michaelist pamphlets in the woman’s handbag.

“Don’t touch me, freak!”  The woman recoiled as Flare reached out to her.  The pain in the Michaelists face was unmistakable, but apparently not as great as the woman’s mistrust.

Oh great fanatics among the injured.  Flare shook the thought away, and attempted a smile, which probably looked more like a grimace.

“Feel free to go with the paramedics, ma’am.  You don’t need me to treat you if you don’t want to be.”
She moved to turn away as the woman hissed at her.

“Why do you pretend? You don’t care about us? Lowly human baselines are nothing in comparison to Nova’s, right?  You probably think you’re divinely inspired. Bah!”
The woman sounded like she was spouting propaganda and Flare felt her ire rise for a moment.   Then she deflated.  What was the point of getting irate at an injured, bitter woman?  Flare took a quick head count around her and attempted to be diplomatic.

“I’m sorry you feel that way.  I guess I’m just here to propagate my ‘evil’ Nova plan, but I’ve got over 20 people to treat here, and I’ll pass out before I get through them.  So if you aren’t interested in my help, please move aside.”

Flare was nodding to the next injured person when she felt a touch on her arm; she repressed recoiling herself as the woman, her face tight, held out her injured arm.  “Please.”  Was all that the woman could get out past her bigotry, but it was enough for Flare to nod and heal her arm.
Gale
player, 242 posts
And sore must be
the storm--
Sun 9 Oct 2011
at 22:43
  • msg #176

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Gale stayed in her hiding spot.  She watched the other leave the roof, but felt that she couldn't, not until something was done about this poison.  After the gunfire seemed to have stopped, she forced herself to her feet, and headed back to the party room.  Once there, she looked around for someone who could help her, and spotted Raksha, a young member from T2M:AP.  "Raksha!  Get over here and help me with this."  There was a surprising amount of authority in her voice.

The Indian woman hurried over, constrained by the shortness of her bubble-gum pink dress.  "What can I do?"  "In this bubble is a poison gas.  I need you to destroy it."  Raksha nodded, and placed her hands above and below the sphere of air.  A moment of concentration and the bubble filled with water and then burst.  But it was no longer toxic.

"Thanks, Raksha."  Gale gave the other woman a pat on the back.  She turned away and pulled out her comm, putting it on.

"Gale here.  The poison's been neutralized.  What did I miss?"
Rydi
GM, 973 posts
Tue 11 Oct 2011
at 23:22
  • msg #177

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Occasionally a reputation for violent instability was a bonus.  At Suzukaze's call for evacuation, those remaining on the top floor (mostly the less experienced members and those with less raw power than the others) took notice and rapidly began gathering anyone remaining in the building and ushering them toward Gravitas.  Several of the newer members and most of the baseline staff showed relief at seeing the starry eyed teleporter; he was a bastion of cool, aloof confidence in the chaos, and a ready means of escape if things went even further awry.

Gale, sweat slowly dripping into her eyes from the strain of maintaining her containment bubble, was finally able to relax.  She had contained most of the contaminants, but virtually every surface in the room was likely contaminated with the toxin, whatever it was.  And she was wounded, which made life rather uncomfortable.

---

In the bowels of the building, Solitaire continued her chase as the shadow-man continued to stay a few steps ahead of her.  The floor buckled and gave way at her advance, but the shadow stayed in the crevices of the building's interior near key supports, forcing his pursuer to destroy more and more of the building to keep up, which would put any bystanders inside at serious risk.

---

In the air, Skew left to fulfill Impetus's request, while Firefly went in as support for Johnny.  She was the only flyer not otherwise occupied, and it would take her time to catch up to his rocket-propelled flight.  Johnny himself arrived at the building, noting the series of holes going down into the depths of the structure, and El Dragon engaging a hostile nova.

It seemed at first as though El Dragon's words might have gotten through the conditioning, but then Sanders shook his head and gave an enraged shout before demonstrating why he was called the Torpedo.  A rapid hyperspeed slam sent Sanders into Dragon's midsection and shockwaves through the air.  The hit barely connected, but it still felt like being hit by a tank shell, and it was enough to allow the man an opening to start a grapple.  He wasn't as skilled as Dragon, but he was quite strong.

---

On the ground, the emergency personnel were arriving and setting up, while Flare, Impetus, and the rest of Team Tomorrow continued to organize the area and tend to the wounded.  A taxi sped up to the barricade being erected by T2M and stopped, letting out an angry and worried Thorn, who ran directly toward Impetus.  "Sorry I'm late, I didn't have my comlink on me but I was already on my way when I saw the fireworks on the skyline.  What the hell happened?  Is everyone alright?  Where's Gale?"

In the lobby, Comstock continued to hold the building up.  The help from his teammates allowed him to divert his attention a bit and begin shoring up the structure of the building in earnest, even as the bystanders continued to record the even on their camera phones.  Ragnarockette, never one to let a witty one-liner pass her by, quipped "We should do this again sometime. Perhaps we could hold up the Eiffel Tower for the cameras, yes?"
This message was last edited by the GM at 02:30, Wed 12 Oct 2011.
Comstock
GM, 973 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Wed 12 Oct 2011
at 00:30
  • msg #178

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

There was an appreciable delay.  Then, with some effort, Comstock recognized the comment for what it was and tried to loosen up.  "Aw boss!  You're saying all the right things!"  Depleted, quantum half-gone, Comstock eased off a bit, testing the building frame.  "First we take Manhattan ... urgh,"  The building shuddered for a moment as Comstock bowled over, wracked with a coughing fit.  His repairs, however, held.  "That's good ... Ragnarockette, I've got this.  If you need to go, I've got this.  You should probably find Impetus, go look all commander in chief."  He sat down, keeping a hand on the metal frame, and tried to imagine he was hundreds of feet tall, held up tons of stone and brick, and needed to heal his broken shin while standing on one leg.

"Hey P!  We're good here.  Do me a favor and go help Dragon start puzzling out who is behind this."
Phantasm
player, 448 posts
Happy Shiney Person
DeathTeady loves you!
Wed 12 Oct 2011
at 02:40
  • msg #179

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

In reply to Comstock (msg #178):

"If you're sure you've got it..."  Phantasm gave the building a critical once-over before leaving.  Assured that it wouldn't collapse in her absence and that Comstock wouldn't either, she nodded once.  "Ok, be careful, don't do anything I wouldn't do.  And make sure you're done before midnight, I hear we have an exciting night of decon and reports after this.  It'll be just like old times..."

With that she was off, leaving at a jog and moving out to the area where a more permanent treatment area was being set up for the wounded.  She wasn't going to actually catch up to Dragon and Solitaire unless she grew wings (an option, but things weren't bad enough to require revealing her hidden powers), but she could start investigating at ground level.  And she should probably see if Imp and Ragnarockette needed anything.

Approaching Impetus, she asked "What now boss?  I'm apparently back on the team, at least for the night."
Gale
player, 245 posts
And sore must be
the storm--
Wed 12 Oct 2011
at 23:47
  • msg #180

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Oh yeah.  She had been shot.  Being all wrapped up in the confinement of the poison, she had almost forgotten.  But now, as she wiped the sweat from her face, the adrenaline waning away, the pain came shooting back through her shoulder and wing.  "Augh!"  Finally having time to examine the wound, she found a clean hole, still bleeding and fresh.  Probably not the worst wound she'd ever had, but not fun by any stretch of the imagination.  And that wasn't taking into account how much of that gas she breathed in before she bottled it up.

Gravitas, 'Kaze, and the younger members seemed to have things under control here.  She couldn't do much more about the contamination.  They'd just have to get a hazmat team up here.  And Gravitas was going to need his energy to port all these people out of here.  The hole in her wing probably wouldn't hurt her flight too much.  The winged woman decided to leave the ballroom, heading for the ground to see what else was going on.
Solitaire
player, 781 posts
I Could Save You
But Why Should I?
Thu 13 Oct 2011
at 12:54
  • msg #181

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Her quarry was proving a worthy opponent, much to her annoyance. In a less populated area, she might have kept up the chase, but she was not quite willing to level a city block to catch him. It wasn't something the 'good guys' did, and Solitaire considered herself to be a good guy, insomuch as being female allowed it. Perhaps she ought to work on a better descriptor once she had some free time? Something more gender neutral. 'Good girl' didn't have the same ring to it, that sounded more like she wanted a pat on the head. It was something to think about.

Solitaire continued to give a sort of halfhearted pursuit, avoiding anything that looked like a load-bearing wall and structural supports, less trying to catch the shadowman at this point than to chase it out of the area and pick it up again outside of town if possible.
This message was last edited by the player at 12:56, Thu 13 Oct 2011.
El Dragon
player, 106 posts
Fri 14 Oct 2011
at 09:15
  • msg #182

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

quote:
It seemed at first as though El Dragon's words might have gotten through the conditioning, but then Sanders shook his head and gave an enraged shout before demonstrating why he was called the Torpedo.  A rapid hyperspeed slam sent Sanders into Dragon's midsection and shockwaves through the air.  The hit barely connected, but it still felt like being hit by a tank shell, and it was enough to allow the man an opening to start a grapple.  He wasn't as skilled as Dragon, but he was quite strong.


El Dragón grunted as the Torpedo slammed into him.  His first thought was in the voice of the skater kid he'd grown up as: Dude, you are wicked quick!  But he quickly shook that thought aside and focused on his mission.  "Sorry Sanders," he said, straining slightly to keep his force field strong against Sanders' tightening grasp, "I hoped it wouldn't come to this but..."  With a precise snap of his arms and upper torso, Dragón loosened Torpedo's grip enough for him to drop down out of his grasp.  As he spun clear, he seized Sanders' right hand and locked the wrist down so that the rotation locked the arm out straight and forced him to bend forward.  Dragón then drove a kick into the Torpedo's knee.


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23:09, Yesterday: El Dragon rolled 5 successes [unless the 10s count as 2 successes, (I can't remember) which would make it 8] using 12d10 with the Target Number system with a target of 7 with rolls of 5,6,7,6,2,5,10,10,10,7,2,5. To escape a grapple using a martial arts "rote" combination.  My Mega-Strength and Stamina are currently boosted to 5 dots.

Rydi
GM, 974 posts
Thu 20 Oct 2011
at 04:28
  • msg #183

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Solitaire rushed through the building, but without bringing it down she had little chance of catching the mysterious nova responsible for the evening's terrorist act; her quantum senses told her that he wasn't even in the vicinity any longer.  The last she "heard" him he was moving toward the building's plumbing, and from there he would have easy access to the city's sewage or water supply as an escape route.  He was gone for now, but in following him she gleaned valuable intelligence on the nova: he could shapeshift into an amorphous shadow form, had the ability to mentally influence others, was fast enough and quick witted enough to avoid one of the world's fastest and most perceptive novas, and clearly had the ability to plan a complex terrorist attack.  And from his conversation, he wasn't with the Columbians, but rather he was using them as pawns and patsies in some larger game.

Emerging from the building, Solitaire's senses told her that the remaining enemies had been taken care of in her absence.  All that was left was to report back, though the reporting would need to be done in person; the information was a bit sensitive to trust to electronic communications.


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Villain had to get away in any case, but by following him you forced him to reveal his hand.  Might be useful later.


---

While Solitaire pondered and made her way out of the building, El Dragon had his hands full.  While he was the better hand to hand combatant due to intensive martial training, and the chi flowing through his body gave him superior strength for the moment, Sanders was no pushover.  The Torpedo's knee snapped, but he ignored the pain and drove an uppercut up into Dragon's floating rib with the full force of his strength and flight.  The two flew upward into the air, where Sanders attempted a second strike to the same area, but by this time Johnny was on scene and countered with a well timed aerial slam of his own.

El Dragon would have won the fight eventually, but with a second nova on scene Sanders was put down quickly, leaving the two T2Mers with an immobilized XWF fighter in their arms.


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Feel free to apply any finishing moves, then head toward the meeting area for scene wrap up


---

Inside the building, Comstock began the painstaking process of repairing the building.  The rebar and other metal debris were enough to get started, but when Skew showed up with the massive steel beams things moved much more quickly.  While it certainly wasn't in "like new" condition, the building would hold for the foreseeable future; it might not even need much in the way of repairs, aside from those of the cosmetic variety.  With the building stabilized, Comstock was then able to reassure himself that the bombs were taken care of and no longer a threat.

---

In the street, the police had arrived and were cordoning off the area.  Blockades to divert traffic were going into place, and emergency personal were arriving to treat the wounded, of which there were thankfully few.  The bulk of the injuries were actually to drivers passing by the building at the time of the explosion, but thanks to Flare and the other novas there were only 2 actual deaths.  Except for a single unlucky man, all of the pedestrians in the area were far enough away from the initial blast to survive, and despite several serious auto accidents only one driver was beyond rescue.

Impetus coordinated the actions of those present like a master conductor would a symphony, and activity flowed perfectly around him.  After she was freed from the building, Ragnarockette simultaneously took over coordinating action with Utopia HQ and dealing with the press that was already arriving on scene.  While normally Impetus would serve as the face of Utopia, he was more valuable as an organizer, and Guggie was herself possessed of significant charm.  The other team leaders took up roles appropriate to their skills and positions, functioning as irreplaceable cogs in the disaster response machine Impetus built with his social mastery.  Thorn was especially eager to help, as worry for Gale and his team combined with guilt over his absence to drive him into a near frenzy of activity.

As Gravitas 'ported the last of the wounded into the impromptu medical center, 'Kaze and Gale arrived to help, and the other flyers brought in the remaining attackers (or their charred remains), the situation moved from the adrenaline rush of life or death combat to the wearying process of repairing what could be salvaged of the situation.


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Finishing up here.  Group conversation, winding down the scene, aftermath, all that good stuff.  The fallout from this is fairly big, will affect other threads, and will get it's own thread here shortly.

This message was last edited by the GM at 04:30, Thu 20 Oct 2011.
Solitaire
player, 782 posts
I Could Save You
But Why Should I?
Thu 20 Oct 2011
at 05:51
  • msg #184

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Solitaire flashed back toward the wreckage of the party, skidding to a halt in front of Comstock. It was habit, and honestly she still considered him her team leader, and would come if he called. It didn't really matter that it was Impetus in charge and coordinating the show these days, her report went to Comstock, and that was that. The trick would be giving it only to Comstock, even if none of the others hearing was as keen as hers, some of them were still damn sharp.

"Hey, Boss, I need a private word. It can probably wait a minute, but sooner would be better." She said, giving him the casual wave that had always passed for her salute.
Comstock
GM, 974 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Thu 20 Oct 2011
at 06:25
  • msg #185

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Comstock looked a touch pale, like unpolished pewter showing signs of tarnish.  But for Sol, he stood tall and tried to look his best.  "Sure.  Go ahead."  Everyone else was busy at the moment, and he'd been pretty insistent on privacy as he worked.  "Fighting over out there?"
Impetus
player, 1124 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Thu 20 Oct 2011
at 12:23
  • msg #186

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Imp settled to the ground as the chaos of the attack morphed into the organized dance of the world's greatest rescue and disaster assistance team doing what they did best.  He didn't have to delegate much at all, that was the beauty of working with professionals.  Professionals with super powers.  He magnanimously allowed Guggie her time in the spot light, he had danced that dance so many times that he was sick of it, and allowing others to lead was the defining trait of the most effective leaders in history.  Instead he was on the line with the director, keeping him updated and coordinating both the disaster response, and scripting the media blitz that was going to counter the storm of conspiracies, calls for tighter nova regulation, and the howling madness that was allowed off the leash whenever the baseline population when given the slightest opportunity to panic.  Maybe now was the time to begin work on his plan to castrate this incestuous, long-term memory impairing 24 hour news cycle that was far more captivated by some stupid American tourist who fell off a boat in Portugal than in the plight of the masses ground under the boot of the cartels, or that of a great man brought to his knees by that same gibbering fear of the different, the better, that all of them kept in a warm, safe place in their petty, short-sighted hearts.  Yes, yes it was.  When he had a free moment he moved close to Phantasm, she would be a more than capable wingman in this caper.  "P, when you've got a second, there's something I need to ask you about." He said casually, or as casually as would be expected, given the situation.  His micro-expressions, body language, and the cadence of his blinks and breathing told the real story, that he wanted her help with something.  Something big.
Phantasm
player, 449 posts
Happy Shiney Person
DeathTeady loves you!
Thu 20 Oct 2011
at 20:44
  • msg #187

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"All yours handsome.  Any time." Playful and sarcastic reply, appropriate nuances to the statement to ensure him that she understood his real meaning.  But why the hell did I have to phrase it like that?  I really hate him sometimes, it's like he takes control of people's hormones or something without them even knowing it...
El Dragon
player, 107 posts
Sat 22 Oct 2011
at 09:24
  • msg #188

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

After Johnny slammed into the Torpedo, Dragón saw his chance to subdue Sanders quickly and without beating him to a pulp (satisfying as that might be right now).

He zipped in behind the big man and caught him in a "sleeper" hold.  Sanders wasn't strong enough to burst free and, being airborn, and with nothing to brace against, he was soon out like a light.

In a way, he rather enjoyed being part of the disaster clean-up, it gave him a chance to use his power for something non-destructive, and to to put the Field Engineering he had learned in the Army to good use.
Gale
player, 246 posts
And sore must be
the storm--
Sun 23 Oct 2011
at 02:28
  • msg #189

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Gale was glad to be a part of clean-up, now that most of the apparent danger appeared to be gone.  Upon noticing Thorn's presence, she ran to him, expressing how grateful she was that he wasn't hurt with a big hug.  Of course, at some point, she'd have to stop working and go get her wound treated, but she made sure to let Impetus know they'd need a haz-mat team in the ballroom.
El Dragon
player, 108 posts
Mon 24 Oct 2011
at 09:00
  • msg #190

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Hola Bonita," Angelo said, landing next to Phantasm after the work that could be done had been done.  "It might be a little late for a sightseeing flight, but I'm perfectly willing to play taxi and drop you off somewhere."
This message was last edited by the player at 09:00, Mon 24 Oct 2011.
Solitaire
player, 785 posts
I Could Save You
But Why Should I?
Thu 27 Oct 2011
at 02:02
  • msg #191

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Yup, ever know a fight going on nearby that I wasn't involved in?" Solitaire replied, chuckling at her own sort-of joke. "Anyway, good thing you have a minute, because I meant private, which is rather the opposite of this."

With something between a tackle and a glomp and a "Whee!" Solitaire grabbed Comstock took off. After a dozen blocks or so, enough to discourage prying ears, she set them both down gently atop another tall office building.

"There, that's more like it. Now, We, or You, or Them, have got problems. These guys are good. I don't mean the chumps you're busting now, they're pawns. I mean the ones calling the shots. Very Damn Good." Solitaire said, her hair shimmering red a moment to emphasize her annoyance at that. "I could have got the leader, but I likely would have flattened a chunk of the city to do it. He's fast, quiet, and can go through walls. Good enough to make me work to follow him. See where I'm going?"
Comstock
GM, 977 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Thu 27 Oct 2011
at 02:18
  • msg #192

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Yeah."  He mulled it all over in his head, the metal gradually receding from his face.  The light from the street played eerily across his features as he looked over the edge of the building at the street below.  "We're in a setup here.  What do you think they were after?  You're telling me they didn't bring their A-game, so they've gotta have a game."
This message was last edited by the GM at 02:20, Thu 27 Oct 2011.
Flare
player, 335 posts
Go die in a fire.
Thu 27 Oct 2011
at 02:36
  • msg #193

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

As the battle came to a close Flare slumped on the sidewalk watching the flashing lights of the last ambulance drive off to Las Vegas Medical.  The press was busy trying to get closer to Impetus and to photograph the carnage, so she had a moment to catch her breath.

She felt drained...no, used.  Like an old toy, she felt discarded by the baselines that she worked so hard to save.  She remembered when she first healed, the rush of joy and love she felt as she cured the sick and injured.  When had it become just another chore?  She watched the others talk and relax, but just felt numb.

With a heavy sigh she rose, she looked around briefly, but everything seemed well in hand.  Perhaps she could find a quiet roof to take a nap.  She nodded to a few Novas, and made her way to someplace quiet.
Phantasm
player, 451 posts
Happy Shiney Person
DeathTeady loves you!
Thu 27 Oct 2011
at 03:09
  • msg #194

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"I think we're gonna be sticking around here for the rest of the night Angelo.  After this is cleaned up it's time for paperwork.  But you're more than welcome to stick around with me for the rest of the night, I'm sure we could take care of it together.  You know, it's scary how easy it is to slide back into all of this by the way."  And it was easy.  Phantasm had been on T2M since before she was legally able to drive, not that most of the team knew that.  As screwed up as it was, she'd been raised on the adrenaline, the life and death decisions, and the silent trust of teammates you'd fought alongside for years. I guess that's how Angelo probably felt about the rangers... I wonder if it's as hard for him to leave that behind as it is for me to be gone from the team?

Phantasm gave a "we'll be in touch" nod to Impetus, and strolled off with her new soldier boy to take care of more work.  Why do I keep going for the guys in uniform?  Noticing Flare drained and lagging on the sidelines, she stopped to invite her to tag along.  "Long night ahead, looks like you could use a break.  Wanna come work with us for a while, catch a breather?"
Gravitas
player, 588 posts
Behold Gravitas!
Master of Gravity
Thu 27 Oct 2011
at 05:34
  • msg #195

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

After the last of the wounded were safely away, Gravitas felt drained. He did not create portals with the almost casual ease with which Slider did. It took concentration, it took mentally doing a lot of math in order to appropriately warp the local space-time without doing something terrible to it. It also took a lot of juice.

This later thought prompted him to consider the topic of 'juice', the quantum power channeled by novas. It did not, as far as he was aware, have a name aside from simply 'quantum' or the colloquial 'juice'. He'd measured its effects before and set about attempting to create some sort of scale for it, but it was hard work to codify it. Some novas seemed to use more than others, some had a higher capacity. Some could utilize more of the quantum stored in their patterns more rapidly than others - that much could be shown to be tied directly to one's node/brain mass ratio.

These thoughts flitted through Quintin's mind in parallel with dozens of others as he relaxed the warping of gravity around his person to let his personal shielding dissipate. He needed to get some intel on what the heck had happened. He'd turned his back on the party for only a handful of minutes and all hell had broken loose. Unfortunately it seemed most of the big-wigs that were still in T2M were occupied and Sol had taken off with Comstock in tow. Oh well, he thought, they'll probably still demand that I attend some sort of debriefing.
El Dragon
player, 109 posts
Thu 27 Oct 2011
at 23:53
  • msg #196

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Si Bonita, I know exactly how that is." El Dragon said as they walked off together.  "When we would come off deployment, they'd drop us back into 'normalcy' until our rotation came up again.  You get used to working a regular shift, sleeping in a real bed, and having the weekends off.  But as soon as we'd start the train-up cycle for redeployment, it was like an automatic reflex kicked in and pretty soon it felt just as normal as a barbecue in the backyard."

Seeing Flare at the same time Phantasm had, Dragon walked up to her.  "Hey buddy," he said, "you look beat down, are you okay?"  He offered her a hand up saying, "Come on, let's go find some water and some chow.  I for one prefer not to handle paperwork on an empty stomach."  Then he looked all around and said, "I wonder if there's anyplace that delivers pizza in this little one-horse town?"
Operations
NPC, 137 posts
Comstock's
ST Voice
Thu 29 Nov 2012
at 20:18
  • msg #197

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

quote:
Solitaire's Safehouse

Inside there was a short Japanese man with sunglasses busily looking through things.  He was precise, orderly, polite, replacing things where they had come from with nova-precision.  His backup wore a black suit and a golden skull mask.  Solitaire required no introduction, as the man's reputation spoke for itself: Totentanz.  A famous elite.  His action figure was sold world-wide.

"Sir."

"Ah.  Solitaire.  So this is your house.  I hope that I am not the one in trouble."  He examined a smudge on a piece of glass.  "She's already gone, isn't she?"

Totentanz had a short spear in hand.  Diamond edged, reinforced, a trademark weapon.  He oriented himself toward Solitaire, watching for movement.



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OOC: Moved from Full Circle, msg #160

Solitaire
player, 878 posts
I Could Save You
But Why Should I?
Tue 18 Dec 2012
at 02:21
  • msg #198

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Considering you are are trashing my house, and looking for one of my friends, I will leave it up to you." Solitaire replied, cracking her neck and knuckles audibly. "But don't expect to get out of here without answering a few of my questions."

Turning to Totentanz, she gave him a respectful nod. "Heya Deadhead, been a while." She didn't even try to get him to back down, he was a professional, and she respected that, but that didn't mean she had to be curtious when he was rummaging through her underwear drawer. Solitaire watched him closely, but the Japanese man was an unknown factor.

"Now Sunglasses, who are you and who do you work for."
Operations
NPC, 143 posts
Comstock's
ST Voice
Wed 19 Dec 2012
at 00:49
  • msg #199

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

"Solitaire."  Totentanz seemed eager to throw down.  But it was obvious that the short guy had a leash on him.

"I work for the red queen.  'Off with their heads!'" he chuckled.  "But not today.  She's slipped away."  He stopped looking at the smudge in the glass and faced Solitaire more directly.  "You know, I always wanted to meet you.  I'm a real fan of your work.  Lots of power, very precise, few attachments."  He smiled.  "If we meet up again elsewhere, would it be gauche to ask your autograph?"
Operations
NPC, 158 posts
Comstock's
ST Voice
Thu 31 Jan 2013
at 07:33
  • msg #200

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

The little Japanese man muttered nonsense and admiration, but when he wasn't getting anything enjoyable from Solitaire he simply told Totentanz to "Deal with her," and fled the scene.

Within minutes, the Safehouse was quite destroyed, and the two combatants were trading devastating blows.  "Gut!  Come and bleed for me," he crooned in his thick, trademark German accent.  On any normal day, Totentanz would have been a challenge.  But Solitaire only had minutes of strength.  Today, she was ticking down against Armageddon.  And Totentanz knew it.  His spear sang as it cut through the air, narrowly missing Solitaire as she pummeled him into the concrete foundation of the house with a sickening crack.  In seconds, the broken neck and spine mended themselves, and Totentanz was back on his feet.  He responded with a roundhouse kick that rocketed Solitaire into the sky.  Despite her efforts, she fell to earth, only barely managing to keep her feet under her.

The Elite's eyes gleamed with yellow light from behind his skull-mask.  "Why are you tiring?  I have studied you ... you are capable of more than this."  His spear pointed accusingly.  "I could kill you now in five moves.  Perhaps ... six.  What game are you playing at?"  He inhaled deeply, tasting the quantum in the air, judging Solitaire.  "Weakness."

It seemed her response didn't much matter.  Totentanz was unsatisfied, and his boss had fled the scene like a coward without giving detailed instructions.  The shortspear returned to its sheath, and he dusted off his eufiber with a grunt.  "We never crossed paths in the Equatorial Wars.  Then, your death would have given me reputation.  Now, I have had my fill of easy kills.  I will tell people you had 'an-off day' and that we will do this again some day.  Someone of your reputation has earned that much.  And you did me the courtesy of not fleeing the fight."  The man was creepy.  Single-minded.  "So you do not do anything unintelligent, I will tell you this: I do not, as a matter of policy, ask questions of my employers.  I was promised a great deal of money in the currency of my choice and the chance to fight and kill a member of Team Tomorrow.  One of the world's strongest.  They did not tell me that the fight would be rigged."  He grunted again in frustration and left, simply walking down the road away from the devastation.


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OOC: Time and real life had sort of eaten this thread, so in anticipation of wrapping up everything else I thought I would just give it a quick close.  Sol's trick of distilling her quantum down to maintain full potential for a short period of time would have helped her keep pace with Totentanz.  I and Rydi will not comment on whether it would have been enough to win against the Elite of the Elites.

Hope you like it.


Solitaire
player, 891 posts
I Could Save You
But Why Should I?
Thu 31 Jan 2013
at 23:26
  • msg #201

Re: The Alumni of Tomorrow

Solitaire was rather miffed by the whole ordeal. He had stung her pride, and the worst thing was that he was right. Were she up to her usual standard, it would be a good fight, he might even be able to take her. As she was though, she couldn't burn for long enough to win. Her reserves would run dry long before his. It was infuriating.

She reached into her back pocket, withdrawing a card from the deck she kept there by feel and flicked it at him. It flew straight and true, as if it were a dart and not a flimsy peace of cardboard. Totentanz caught it without looking. It was the Queen of Hearts.

"I'll take that back once the current situation is resolved. I look forward to a rematch." Solitaire said, watching him go. He was an opponent worthy of respect, he was ruthless and mercenary, but not cruel. She decided she rather liked him.

Idly kicking a moderate sized piece of rubble, she sighed to nobody in particular, "Well... Shit. I rather liked that place." All of her clothes were in there, and she hated shopping. Still, she supposed today could have been worse.


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Yeah, I had forgotten about this thread... again. The resolution is about what I would have expected. Well done.

This message was lightly edited by the player at 23:26, Thu 31 Jan 2013.
Impetus
player, 1392 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Thu 5 Sep 2013
at 03:09
  • msg #202

Plotting the Future

Impetus had a splitting headache.  His training with Mickey was going very, very poorly.  Anna had been right, the man was the best there was at getting into your head and messing around with whatever he found there.  Time after time Imp had felt his mind invaded, time after time he'd tried to resist, and time after time he'd been beaten like a read headed stepchild and woken up with blood coming out of his ears.  Still, things were getting better.  At least now he usually knew when Mickey was trying to slip in unnanounced.  Hopefully, with enough practice he'd be able to limit what Mickey could see when he was in Imp's head.  After that he'd work on keeping him out altogether, or turn the attack around completely.  Until that point, he'd have to deal with the migraines.
He sat, waiting, in an abandoned monastary high in China controlled Tibet.  Invitations, and coordinates, had been sent to the following people:
Comstock
Gravitas
Solitaire
Phantasm
Frosty
Kraken
Slider
Flare
Gale
Dragon
Operator
Raoul
Scripture
For those without transport abilities, instructions had been given for contact with Slide, Devries' premiere 'porter.  Imp would naturally pay Slide's fee.
Phantasm
player, 543 posts
Happy Shiney Person
DeathTeddy loves you!
Thu 5 Sep 2013
at 03:09
  • msg #203

Re: Plotting the Future

In reply to Impetus (msg # 202):

Phantasm was the first to show.  These were the places she felt most needed, and most at home.  Clandestine meetings deciding the fate of the future, not crumbling temples.

As the glowing green burrowing insects from her portal crawled back in their hole to lay eggs in the places between realities, Phantasm took a deep but unnecessary breath of the chill Tibetan air.  "Nice up here.  Crisp.  So, your node growing, or you been playing with psychics?"  It could have been something else of course, but his reaction would tell her enough to make a guess even if it was neither option.

"Well, want to do anything while we wait for the others?" It was always hard being so nonchalant when she was around him, but better that than she acknowledge his burning charisma.
Impetus
player, 1393 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Thu 5 Sep 2013
at 03:10
  • msg #204

Re: Plotting the Future

He chuckled, then winced and massaged his temples, "More like psychics have been using my brain as a punching bag, I'm pretty sure an MRI would show that this is my worst idea to date.  Which is saying something."
Notable, for events orchestrated by Imp, there were no amenities.  No luxurious chairs, not table groaning with delicacies, not even a cooler filled with beer.  Nothing.  Just wind, snow, cobwebs, and a temple that seemingly had been damaged in a fire.
"In terms of diversions, hmm, I've got a game developed by a friend in Canada," He pulled a truncated icosidodecahedron out of his pocket that quickly expanded, began to hover, and generated holographic playing pieces.  "He calls it icosideca chess, but he's got to find a better name.  "Here's the game manual," he clicked a switch on a device in his hand, and page after page of scrolling text was projected onto a wall.  "I'll give you a couple minutes."
Phantasm
player, 544 posts
Happy Shiney Person
DeathTeddy loves you!
Thu 5 Sep 2013
at 03:10
  • msg #205

Re: Plotting the Future

Phantasm read the manual in the first minute.  It was a bit slow for her, but she went at a leisurely pace since they had time to kill.  So, given the unpredictable wait, she politely pretended to read for another 30 seconds as she contemplated strategies for the game.  "Interesting.  Seems like it could be fun.  Let's give it a spin, yeah?" She wasn't interested in winning, merely in the diversion.
El Dragon
player, 282 posts
Do you dare dance with
The Dragon?
Thu 5 Sep 2013
at 03:11
  • msg #206

Re: Plotting the Future

Angelo stepped through the glowing portal and gazed around him to take in his surroundings.  The view from the mountaintop seemed to go on forever across a landscape of ice and granite.  The wind at this altitude, unfettered by obstructions like hills and trees, whistled across the front of the ruined monastery ruffling the loose silk tunic he wore over slightly worn jeans.  He'd often thought about coming to Tibet, to see the place where some of the philosophies that grew into Taijiquon were born, but had never seriously made an effort.  There was always some other duty to get wrapped up in.

He turned and pushed open the large, weather beaten wooden door and stepped into the building.  He looked, sadly, at the blackened walls and fire-damaged prayer wheels.  It made him wonder what hidden wisdom might have been lost when the monks had been driven from this refuge, their ancient scrolls destroyed by fire.  He heard voices up ahead and made his way further into the structure.  There he saw Impetus and Phantasm focused on some holographic game.  "Bonita!" he said, surprised, and he couldn't help but smile as he walked over and drew her into a hug.  It had only been a few weeks since they had parted in Bahrain, but those weeks had taken on the feeling of a forbidding gulf.  "You're a beautiful sight for sore eyes.  How've you been?"  He turned and acknowledged Impetus with a nod.  "Boss," he said, "good to see you."
Solitaire
player, 969 posts
I Could Save You
But Why Should I?
Thu 5 Sep 2013
at 06:14
  • msg #207

Re: Plotting the Future

Solitaire stepped through one of Sliders portals, which was unsurprising since she had whisked the woman off to one of her bolt-holes as soon as it was practical to do so. Hell if Solitaire was going to let her out of her sight until she was both fully healed and Solitaire had taught Slider how to defend herself. Not that Slider was capable of learning Solitaires particular fighting style just at the moment, but Solitaire was one of the most experienced and dangerous scrappers on the planet, she could think of something.

After a cursory scan for threats, Solitaire rarely needed to do more than that, she moved on, making way for Slider. Her hair billowed around her in the wind, trailing afterimages through the air like glowsticks at a rave. It had gotten brighter her power had returned, as if making up for lost brilliance with a vengeance. Solitaire was very proud of her hair, she tended to be a bit vain about her appearance when she had the time to be, but hair was always a concern. On the upside, it took care of itself and was largely immune to harm. She didn't even need to style it.

"You rang Imp?" Solitaire said to the assembled Novas with a wave and a grin.
Gale
player, 347 posts
And sore must be
the storm--
Fri 6 Sep 2013
at 03:23
  • msg #208

Re: Plotting the Future

Gale entered through a portal next.  A moment to stretch her wings in the mountain air, and then she was following the others inside.  "Just like old times, right?" she commented, with a small smile.  It had only been a few weeks since the last time they had done something like this, but it had been a long few weeks.  Actually, they seemed to be having more and more of these meetings now.

She took up a place leaning against a Buddha statue, seemingly with no regard for the sanctity of the symbol or even this place.  Religion had never done anything for her, after all.
Phantasm
player, 545 posts
Happy Shiney Person
DeathTeddy loves you!
Fri 6 Sep 2013
at 04:34
  • msg #209

Re: Plotting the Future

Phantasm smiled at Angelo, letting her feelings show through.  She moved to stand beside him, but she didn't get too close; they were here on business she was sure, and they were both still destined for different things... at least for now.

She had another smile for Sol and Gale as they came through "I think there's a lot more of this in our future Gale, unless you've decided to hang up your halo and go play at a 9 to 5 job or something." They could all live "normal" lives, normal for novas anyway, if they wanted.  But there were other callings for people that had been through as much as them.  She was pretty sure Gale, no matter how fed up with the world she was, would never stop striving for something more.
Impetus
player, 1395 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Fri 6 Sep 2013
at 06:09
  • msg #210

Re: Plotting the Future

"Dragon, thanks for coming." Imp gave the man a warm handshake.
"Sol, Gale, you too. Actually, I'm thinking that this may be the last meeting between all and sundry for quite a while, as every time we do all get together something terrible happens.  It's happened a few too many times for it to just be coincidence.""  He stood at ease, yet pensive. "I don't think any of us is going to have the luxury to hang up our capes for a while, there's far too much at stake."
Hell Kraken
player, 165 posts
Independence is a
Perogative of the Strong
Fri 6 Sep 2013
at 08:39
  • msg #211

Re: Plotting the Future

The events in Bahrain had convinced Wilhelm of at least one thing, the importance of never walking into a place that he didn't know how to walk out of.  Teleportation would have been the easy solution to the problem, but Wilhelm had never picked up the knack.  Or a taste for easy solutions.  Thus the Moravecian rotovator and his entrance thereby.  One moment nothing was visible, except perhaps to novas with the vision to see satellites in orbit.  In the next moment a fine black line appeared, splitting the heavens from horizon to zenith.  In the third moment Wilhelm stepped off the line, now clearly a carbon nanotube tether as big around as a redwood and 160 kilometers long.  In the fourth and final moment the tether disappeared, its momentary halting an illusion brought on by the fact that its tip was moving at 7.8 kilometers per second in a direction opposite the orbit of the satellite connected to its other end.  "Peking wird gehen um mir die Hölle über diese."  The Chinese were a touchy lot these days, especially over Tibet.  It would take hours to convince them he hadn't been hiding a Lama in his teflon trousers during insertion.  Ah, well.  It wouldn't be his first bone of contention with the Chinese government.  They were getting almost as bad as the British.  Still, a worse venue could have been chosen.  The Sutlej Valley had a certain desolate beauty this time of year and it had been ages since Wilhelm had been anywhere nearby.  He let himself into the monastery complex and wandered around, his attention drawn mainly to a few corners up in the rafters where traces of blue, gold, and red pigment could still be seen.  "A pity what happened to Tsaparang in the Cultural Revolution.  The frescoes were quite magnificent.  Tucci documented them all back in the 30s, of course, but it was all in black-and-white.  Not quite the same I'm afraid."
This message was last edited by the player at 08:40, Fri 06 Sept 2013.
Impetus
player, 1397 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Tue 10 Sep 2013
at 14:25
  • msg #212

Re: Plotting the Future

Imp looked around at everyone who had made it.  "Thanks for coming, everybody, I know you've got busy schedules.  As you may have noticed, after the events on the stairs at the UN, I was going to go inside and talk to the assembled representatives.  I was stopped by some sort of hive-mind.  It spoke to me, directly into my mind, telling me that I was ruining their plans and that I should leave the world in the hands of our angelic benefactors.  It wasn't even slightly human.  I don't know if it's some very powerful nova, or something not of this Earth, but I suspect the latter.  It also held me against my will, and forced me through the portal.  While I have tried to be a bit circumspect about what I can do since i don't want to scare the people that will be voting for me, but I'm more powerful than I was in Colombia, and at that time i could tk somewhere close to 200 tonnes.  I tried everything I could think of to break their hold and accomplished nothing.  They also made it impossible for me to use my abilities to sway emotions via my entire repertoire of tricks. Anyways, these things believe that they should be the ones that will chart the course of both branches of humanity.  I think they've been influencing Proteus, Aeon, and Utopia.  Which is the only way I can see a group of baselines thinking that they can sterilize us, murder us, and use us to make their lives better. I also suspect that they're also interfereing with various world governments.  I also know that this cannot be made public, as anybody who does go public will get black bagged, or worse, tuned into a puppet.  We need to unite as many resources as we can, build power quietly, and strike before they know we're coming.  I asked you here, and no others, because I think that you still love this Earth, and don't want a war between novas and humans.  We will both lose." He stopped talking to give those present a chance to think and discuss.
Comstock
GM, 1204 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Tue 10 Sep 2013
at 14:32
  • msg #213

Re: Plotting the Future

Moments after Imp started, Comstock arrived, black and white uniform under a long coat, the stink of the jungle coming through the portal with him.  He did not like this "Slide" character; the Elite wouldn't tell him where he was going, and was clearly calling himself "Slide" to cash in on Sliders notoriety.  He also didn't like how easily the man had found him, and it showed on his face for all the world to see.

But, this was important.  So he listened patiently to Impetus from the back of the gathering.  He agreed with everything Imp said, so he quietly nodded in reply and waited for the others to comment.
El Dragon
player, 286 posts
Do you dare dance with
The Dragon?
Tue 10 Sep 2013
at 16:12
  • msg #214

Re: Plotting the Future

Aliens?  Angelo had to take a few moments to process that.  He stared hard at Impetus.  He'd never seen any sign that the man was delusional or given to exaggeration...maybe a touch of over-zealousness in his reactions, but he seemed otherwise straightforward.  The new "Big Picture" that was forming in his mind was radically different than the one he had when he walked in the door.  It threw a whole new perspective on the baseline vs. nova and Teregen vs. Utopia struggles.  It would take some time to get a more firm handle on what this all meant, but one thing he knew for sure.

"I gave sweat and blood, and laid my life on the line to defend my country," he said.  "Hell yeah, I'll stand up for the whole planet."
Phantasm
player, 546 posts
Happy Shiney Person
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Tue 10 Sep 2013
at 23:35
  • msg #215

Re: Plotting the Future

"Really?  Aliens?  I... actually didn't see that one coming. Uhm, just checking here, but before we move further with this are you sure you're still sane and do we have any other proof?" Of course it was possible, especially in a universe where quantum powers were a reality.  Despite all the "quantum gods" posturing that novas were doing, human novas could just be little more than quantum background noise compared to the other beings out there.  But it still made sense to confirm things like this before reacting as though they were true, and she had the feeling Impetus could convince himself of whatever he needed to believe given the right motivation.
Gale
player, 349 posts
And sore must be
the storm--
Wed 11 Sep 2013
at 01:28
  • msg #216

Re: Plotting the Future

"I agree, it seems a bit far-fetched," Gale piped in after Phantasm.  She almost said something about Europa, but recalled that not everyone here had been there.  Best not to reveal too much.  "I would think that it's someone with as yet undiscovered abilities before I would think aliens.  A better question might be their motive.  If they're so benevolent, why did they not let you speak at the UN?"
Gravitas
player, 701 posts
Behold Gravitas!
Master of Gravity
Wed 11 Sep 2013
at 01:43
  • msg #217

Re: Plotting the Future

Gravitas had arrived relatively discretely sometime before Impetus's speech and was loitering somewhere around the edge of the group. "It isn't far-fetched when you think about the scale of things," he said. "There's life here. That's pretty unlikely, all in all. But there are at least millions and maybe billions of other planets similar to Earth just in our galaxy. The odds of at least a few of those harboring some form of life is pretty good. And that assumes that life is similar to what we have here on Earth. More exotic life? Assuming it exists at all, it considerably ups the population density of the galaxy."

He kept to himself the evidence of alien cultures he'd personally witnessed already. His analysis had been interrupted by powerlessness and insanity, and he didn't entirely trust everyone here to keep their mouths shut after the existence of his Martian home-away-from-home had been exposed during their most recent mission together.

"As for what Imp heard and saw? Sounds like psychics. Maybe alien psychics, sure, but at least psychics. Voices in the head, loss of body control, mass immunization against neurolinguistics? Classic telepathic hallmarks - at least for relatively powerful psychics."
Solitaire
player, 971 posts
I Could Save You
But Why Should I?
Wed 11 Sep 2013
at 02:07
  • msg #218

Re: Plotting the Future

Solitaire frowned. Psychics were pretty much the only thing she had ever found (since becoming a Nova, of course, nothing before that mattered) that actually frightened her. Alien Space Bat Psychic things were rather bad news in her book. She would rather pick a fight with Mal than go up against one.

"So..." Solitaire began, then thought for a moment before continuing. "What do we do about it? I really don't like the sound of this."
Flare
player, 424 posts
Go die in a fire.
FWOOOM!!!!
Wed 11 Sep 2013
at 02:12
  • msg #219

Re: Plotting the Future

"It sounds creepy and pretty scary that they could block even your powers.  I'm leaning more to a conglomerate of powerful novas than aliens, but either way, we'll have our work cut out for us to interfere in their plans. Especially doing so discreetly."


Flare was horrified at the idea that several powerful organizations could be under the control of powerful, likely crazed, novas.  It didn't bode well.
Comstock
GM, 1205 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Wed 11 Sep 2013
at 13:19
  • msg #220

Re: Plotting the Future

"I don't think it matters, you know?"  Comstock shifted from one foot to the others, his arms crossed over his chest.  "Utopia abused their power and our trust.  Only thing that will satisfy me is turning over Proteus and everyone with it to the UN Criminal Court for crimes against humanity.  If the psychic aliens will do that, then there's room to talk."  He frowned.  "I spoke to Justin.  In New York.  He was still himself.  Knew that he failed."
Hell Kraken
player, 166 posts
Independence is a
Perogative of the Strong
Wed 11 Sep 2013
at 23:46
  • msg #221

Re: Plotting the Future

This all was not exactly news.  Wilhelm said as much.  Psychics, even powerful psychics, were known and had been known for years.  They'd been a problem for as long as they'd been around, from an industrial espionage point of view if nothing else.  Any industrialist worth his salt had started taking steps to minimize their effects.  Regardless of the identity of these psychics -- aliens, angels, leprechauns, or ordinary novas -- the solution to the problem was obvious.  More money spent on projects already underway.  "Psychic powers are already under investigation by any number of sources.  The means of counteracting such powers as well.  Inquiries could be issued without looking too suspicious.  Dr. Wygand at Penn has made some advances in the area.  Dr. Bester at Colombia as well.  Viasoft has a psychic research program too, at least if the information I've seen regarding a prototype psychic computer they're calling CEREBRO is credible.  I've a bit of a program myself as well."  Wilhelm didn't go into details.  The Dream Twister (as the ivory tower folks in the department had taken to calling it) still had a few wrinkles to be ironed out before it could be revealed to the public.  Wrinkles that occasionally resulted in 'Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb.  Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow.' or the like getting inscribed on the walls of the lab in blood when the thing was turned on.  A liability problem, that was.  "So effective countermeasures are simply a matter of time and money.  Now if you wanted to hunt down these psychics that could be a more difficult matter.  Speaking personally, I don't know why you would want to if countermeasures are available.  Vengeance seems so very overrated."  The last sentiment was directed equally at the idea of hunting down Proteus as at the idea of hunting down the psychics.  Surely the best revenge was the acquisition of power enough to render one invulnerable to one's foes.
This message was last edited by the player at 23:49, Wed 11 Sept 2013.
Impetus
player, 1398 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Thu 12 Sep 2013
at 05:58
  • msg #222

Re: Plotting the Future

"Am I sane?  that's a good question.I feel far more like my old self now that we've been restored, as my brain is better able to deal with the pressures put on it by my node.  I'm not experiencing the migraines or rushes of euphoria either.  Also, the voices in my head stopped as soon as I found Car on Europa.  It seems she had been able to communicate with me from within her chrysalis.  I haven't gone to a shrink in a while, but yes, I feel fine." If Grav didn't want to reveal what they'd found on Mars, then Imp would follow his lead, mostly.  "Utopian operatives have discovered probes within our solar system that are not of human design. And those probes were seemingly monitoring Earth. Before I erupted I was working in rocketry, and I examined the things myself.  They were unlike anything i have seen before or since.  this makes me believe that the alienness of the telepathic contact stems from it having an extra terrestrial origin.  It could be a nova, but if so it would have to be someone that was very powerful, and had extremely non-human thought processes.  And a hive mind." He exhaled, "While countermeasures are certainly required, what's to stop them from developing counter-measures of their own, or finding some way to sterilize anybody with the latent DNA that will allow them to erupt?  Or to develop a virus that will kill anybody with that particular sequence? There's too many questions that are not answered, too many unknown variables.
What I think needs doing is for Utopia to be purged of the cancer that's killing the dream that many of us fought and bled for, and many of our friends died for.  I won't let their deaths be in vain.  I also think that someone needs to develop a very large, mainstream power base that they can use to affect geo-politics.  That's why I'm still serious about becoming president.  That will also make whatever this is focus on me and let everybody else do what they need to do.
"
Comstock
GM, 1207 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Thu 12 Sep 2013
at 13:26
  • msg #223

Re: Plotting the Future

"You'll need to find another running mate.  I'm busy."

"I'm building my own house.  With safe houses for novas that don't want to be part of Utopia, and a team to keep the peace the way we were supposed to."  He was deadly serious.  "My time will be split between the moon colony and this.  I won't have time for glad-handing."  With some satisfaction, he recalled last week's double-shift on the construction team; with his power returned to its former peak, the difference had been extraordinary.
Impetus
player, 1399 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Thu 12 Sep 2013
at 13:31
  • msg #224

Re: Plotting the Future

"That's what I figured, I'm thinking about Fireman, actually.  He's good people, is solid and dependable, and is very much a working Joe with nova powers.  I'll pay him a visit soon, I think. Also, if you need me for anything, just pick up the phone.  I'll be there."
El Dragon
player, 288 posts
Do you dare dance with
The Dragon?
Thu 12 Sep 2013
at 17:40
  • msg #225

Re: Plotting the Future

"Still running for president, huh?" Dragón said, shifting his feet as his mind unrolled the potential ramifications of this idea.  "Is there any sort of plan for what the rest of us should be doing in the mean time?"
Impetus
player, 1400 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Fri 13 Sep 2013
at 00:34
  • msg #226

Re: Plotting the Future

"Well, my friend, this is war.  A war against someone or something that we cannot come at directly, do not know where its powerbase is, do not know what it looks like, and can only observe its actions by observing what happens after it has acted.  I did not call you here to enlist you as soldiers or subordinates, I can find those elsewhere, instead my hope is that each of us here will be able to see the big picture, know what has to be done, and then create their own plan of attack.  We can, must, coordinate, but having each of us working at countering this in their own way makes us that much harder to to work against, even though it does sacrifice some of our efficiency." Hmmm, so this is how Mal feels, Imp thought to himself.
Phantasm
player, 547 posts
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Fri 13 Sep 2013
at 02:45
  • msg #227

Re: Plotting the Future

"I'm with Kraken on tactics.  Anti-psychic measures seem pretty much mandatory.  Though I'm for hunting down whatever is doing this stuff.  Loose ends suck."

"As for gaining a power base, I'm joining 'Stock.  I won't be making any overt power plays.  That doesn't mean that other people can't though.  Oh, and Portman would make a good running mate, but you might want to consider baselines politicians for the job.  They've got connections and skills... Portman is a good man, but he's not a politician."

Gale
player, 351 posts
And sore must be
the storm--
Fri 13 Sep 2013
at 03:14
  • msg #228

Re: Plotting the Future

Gale wasn't the most politically savvy, but the idea of Impetus as president made her smile.  If anyone could get something accomplished while in office, it would be Impetus.  "If we can't identify who these mystery psychics are, then I guess all we can do is keep researching anti-psychic tactics."  She couldn't combat psychics herself, and probably didn't even know if she'd been probed by psychics.  Not a good sign.

Switching topics, she echoed Phantasm.  "I don't have a whole lot of influence outside of environmental groups at the moment.  But I wouldn't mind joining a team with Comstock again.  Now that I'm at full strength again, I have the itch to do something."
Phantasm
player, 548 posts
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DeathTeddy loves you!
Fri 13 Sep 2013
at 03:24
  • msg #229

Re: Plotting the Future

"I was just about to ask you what your plans were Gale.  I think we've got a lot in common right now..."  Approval, a not terribly subtle allusion to their meeting with the group's Terats, and an oblique reference to underlying feelings and goals.
Comstock
player, 1209 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Sat 14 Sep 2013
at 06:21
  • msg #230

Re: Plotting the Future

"I don't have it all together just yet.  But that Elite from Bahrain, Operator, has some good ideas.  And I turned over the Foundation to a board so they won't need me."  Those words were hard for him.  He'd put a lot of his free time and most of his money into the Amargosa Charitable Foundation.

"The Teragen has its own secure computer network, right?  Proteus people found Slider whenever she used the OpNet or a phone for more than a few minutes.  If we're going to conspire, we're going to need to do it safely."
This message was last edited by the player at 06:24, Sat 14 Sept 2013.
El Dragon
player, 290 posts
Do you dare dance with
The Dragon?
Sat 14 Sep 2013
at 14:23
  • msg #231

Re: Plotting the Future

Arms folded and lips pursed in thought, Angelo, almost instinctively, began applying tactical doctrine to their situation.  He soon came to the conclusion, however, that there were too many generalities and unknown factors to formulate any kind of action plan.

Addressing the group as a whole, he said, "I'm pretty sure we've all got a fair idea of the long-term goal, but perhaps it might be a good idea to agree on a short-term goal (or a series of them).  That way, even though we might all approach the objective in our own way, we're all shooting at the same target."
Phantasm
player, 549 posts
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Sat 14 Sep 2013
at 15:56
  • msg #232

Re: Plotting the Future

Phantasm nodded at Dillon's comment.  "That means no opnet, no phones.  Scheduled meetings, maybe a few couriers that we trust, even regular postal services.  Sol seems to have some sort of sixth sense for when people are talking about her, so we might be able to use that."  She didn't know the details on Sol's ability, but no use being coy with knowledge right now.  They already knew Phantasm had secrets, other people's as well as her own.

When Angelo spoke, she nodded again.  "We're in a time of regrouping, building strength.  It's a stalemate, right?  The teragen is waiting on their 'bad god' to come back and in the meantime recovering from their ass kicking in Bahrain.  Utopia is trying to get back the world's love, while proteus goes deeper under cover.  That new directorate group is building a political base to stand on, and Imp's angel-aliens are trying to insinuate themselves into the world powers.  Tactically, it seems like the only two options we've got are to go in now and mess up everyone's attempt at patching up their wounds and building for the future... or, we just try and build the better base to work from.  Since I'm not sure we'd do much with the chaos approach, other than bring mutually assured destruction, I'm gonna take the latter approach, build something lasting and pervasive with Dillon.  That said, I think that at least some of us should go and monkey wrench things."
El Dragon
player, 291 posts
Do you dare dance with
The Dragon?
Sat 14 Sep 2013
at 21:18
  • msg #233

Re: Plotting the Future

"That's what I'm best at," Angelo said with a grin and chucking Phantasm in the shoulder.  "You might say I'm a trained professional at giving other people a bad day."  Then in a more serious tone, he said, "With my military connections, I could look into the Directorate...get an idea of what we're dealing with, figure out how to slow them down."
Frostburn
NPC, 84 posts
Mon 16 Sep 2013
at 01:05
  • msg #234

Re: Plotting the Future

Frostburn was late to the scene as she walked into the temple.  Apparently she had hiked her way up part of the way, but she wasn't dressed for the climate.  Despite her lack of nova stamina, a boon that allowed her to still get drunk on a regular basis, she was completely immune to temperature extremes.

Setting down a supply pack, she replied to Dragon's comment.  "The Directorate isn't necessarily your enemy you know, and there are things in the works there that you don't really want to get in the way of.  The big governments needs some way to respond to Utopia, provide oversight for international nova actions, and make them look like they still have some relevance in the face of current affairs.  The Directorate is going to be that tool, I can almost guarantee it.  I volunteered them after all." 

She flashed an ID badge: A woman named Amanda "Frostburn" M. Willis, with Frostburn's picture.  Frostburn was apparently a member of the international intelligence organization, and had been for at least the last year. "I'd have told you, but then I would have had to kill you."  She was most likely joking.  Most likely.  "With the crap Utopia was doing, I felt like I needed to be a part of the solution, so I fell back on my old skill set.  Anyway, if you want to go after some people, I've got my own list."

Frostburn leaned against a wall and pulled out a bottle of whiskey.  She poured half the bottle on the ground. "To the dead.  They get to do nothing and take in the libations while we do the heavy lifting."  A deep drink, then she passed the bottle to Solitaire. "I'm going to have to drink less when I take my new position.  Anyway, the list.  Proteus is still out there, and you could give them hell for a while.  Teragen are harboring a bunch of terrorist nutjobs.  There's some hidden influences woven through the Directorate that need checking out, and I can't do that for obvious reasons.  What we need there is investigation and a subtle hand though, not to wreck things.  The cartels, this time the Asians, are getting pretty damned powerful, and that'll come back to bite us later if we ignore it.  The US government decided to gear up its own nova army, R&D, and finance divisions, pretty much daring anyone to stop them.  And something new on my radar: I hear there's a group of ex-T2Mers that may have been connected to Bahrain that are trying to start some sort of underground resistance movement.  They're pretty clever though, so for now the Directorate doesn't have anything on them, but when they slip up there will be a lot of scrutiny."
El Dragon
player, 294 posts
Do you dare dance with
The Dragon?
Mon 16 Sep 2013
at 01:27
  • msg #235

Re: Plotting the Future

"I wasn't about to go all 'Bull in a china shop'" Angelo said with a smile, "I mean, give me a little credit for knowing enough gather intel before a mission.  Besides, there are ways to monkey up the works without being destructive.  Misdirection of threats or potential threats is one of the more reliable security measures for any sort of covert endeavor."
Impetus
player, 1403 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Mon 16 Sep 2013
at 04:27
  • msg #236

Re: Plotting the Future

"Frosty, it's been far too long!" Imp said, pleased that she had made it.  "I agree about the Directive, they did some good work with the Butcher, but it's not that far from where they are to something far more Proteus-like.  Fear leads to loathing and murder far to easily for my liking.  I'm also confident that they are going to be moving against me when I start my bid for presidency."
He looked to Sol, "Sol, something needs to be done about Manus, I'm going to talk with him as soon as I can track him down and see if I can talk him out of this fantastically poorly conceived Utopian genocide, and not just because I still have friends in the organization.  I'd like you to come with me when I do, he respects you and having both of us telling him he's in the wrong might make all the difference.  Killing a bunch of novas who're only guilty of believing what they've been told is not acceptable."
This message was last edited by the GM at 21:01, Mon 16 Sept 2013.
Solitaire
player, 974 posts
I Could Save You
But Why Should I?
Mon 16 Sep 2013
at 04:48
  • msg #237

Re: Plotting the Future

"Should have said something Frosty, I would have picked you up." Solitaire said, taking a swig of the whiskey. "So, you think the Directorate is on the up and up? I'll trust you on it. Honestly I encourage it, Baselines need to do something to make our... Overly enthusiastic members respect them. Otherwise they will fall before our kind in time." Solitaire said as a matter of fact. It was a simple truth, and everyone knew it. "The Teragen may recognize the Directorate as a entity worthy of respect it it approaches this properly and avoids the mistakes of Utopia. Do mention that we will not take secret prisons and disappearances lightly. However, if it garners the support of the baseline world, it may be possible to work with it rather than against it. Think of the Teragen as NATO, or possibly Warsaw if you are feeling uncharitable. A move against a member is likely to provoke the whole. Instead, if you have an grievance, bring it to my attention, or probably Raoul's until we possibly establish a channel for this type of thing. We have the influence to do something about it. You still have my number?"

Solitaire knocked back the bottle once more and handed it back with a grin, trying to lighten the seriousness of the moment. Then she looked to Imp "If you want, I can stop him from tearing you in half at least. I think he's got his heart set on dismantling Utopia though. I was going to try and talk him out of killing anybody anyway. That is a rather permanent solution."
Comstock
player, 1210 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Mon 16 Sep 2013
at 18:31
  • msg #238

Re: Plotting the Future

Dillon was unmoved.  "Pax can call himself whatever he wants, but he's still a bully and a child begging for attention.  If he crosses the line, I'll put him down myself.  You can let him know that too, Sol.  Utopia gets to stay so long as they hold their own accountable."

Everyone there knew it was unlikely, really, that Comstock could take down Pax himself.  He couldn't fly, couldn't exert thousands of tons of force at a distance, and couldn't move faster than the eye could see.  But then again, Comstock could absorb just about any punishment, and his grip was inescapable.

"The same promise extends to the Directorate.  Though I can't say I'm happy to hear that you've been lying to us for years too."  He glared.  "I smell work camps or nano-weapons, I'll show up at Quantico and shake the foundations a bit.  That's your warning."

"The flip side is that if you're trying to stop a war, I'll bring everything I have to the table."
El Dragon
player, 295 posts
Do you dare dance with
The Dragon?
Mon 16 Sep 2013
at 18:59
  • msg #239

Re: Plotting the Future

"Bull in a china shop," Angelo said, hooking a thumb toward Dillon.  Then he grinned and said, "I'm just glad this one's on our side."

Holding up a placating hand, he said, "Kidding aside, I can pretty much agree with those sentiments.  Proteus is a tumor inside Utopia that needs to be cut out and burned.  That's a message I hope you members of Teragen can take back and impress on your compatriots.  Utopia needs a doctor, not an executioner, because it has too much value to all the inhabitants of this little blue planet."

He suddenly looked around, seeming embarrassed.  "Sorry," he said, stepping back, "I'll put the soapbox away now."
Comstock
player, 1211 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Mon 16 Sep 2013
at 20:55
  • msg #240

Re: Plotting the Future

"You're fine, DeVarga."  Dillon's expression was locked in scowl.  "Real question I have is what you're planning to do with T2M:A next.  Because if Imps out to run for President, they'll either give it to you or Ricardo.  And he's got fins.  Public doesn't like fins."

"Unless you're quitting too."
El Dragon
player, 296 posts
Do you dare dance with
The Dragon?
Tue 17 Sep 2013
at 00:55
  • msg #241

Re: Plotting the Future

Angelo sighed thoughtfully.  "I was never officially a member of Utopia or Team Tomorrow, I was on assignment as US DoD liason with honorary status."  He paused and cleared his throat, reluctant to go on because the emotions around this decision were a little raw yet.  "In light of recent events and...uh...personal concerns, I've...uh...decided that...at the end of my current enlistment - in about eight months - I'm going to resign my commission.  I guess I just realized I can't fulfill my potential any more in that role.  Besides, once it gets worked out that I was involved on the Europa raid, they won't trust me as far as Kitten could throw me, much less in any sort of leadership role."
Frostburn
NPC, 85 posts
Tue 17 Sep 2013
at 01:36
  • msg #242

Re: Plotting the Future

Frostburn nodded at Dragon's revelation, but chose not to comment.  Instead she joined in on the Pax-bashing.  "Shelby was always a son-of-a-bitch.  He made everything a pain on my end of things, and that nuke couldn't have hit a more deserving target.  But he's really just a symptom of the problem.  You all-" a wave of her hand encompasses the room's occupants "-are too.  Only thing worse than a powerful person with a god complex is an actual god with a god complex.  Imp, you run for president, I'm not voting for you.  I like you too much, the world likes you too much, and no one in office needs to have people like them that well.  Gives them free reign.  Sol, Dillon, you two toss out these judgements like their your right.  Sure, you can back it up, but our species only lived this long because people couldn't back up that kind of threat... and now they can.  We need something to balance that.  I won't say the directorate is good, but I think it's needed.  I'm sure it will do bad shit, but its focus is more narrow than Utopia's.  That should mitigate some of it.  And I didn't lie to you Dillon, it's just that no one ever asked.  Did you tell me every time you went looking for criminals in Vegas?  Whatever, that's not the point, I didn't come here to argue, just to give fair warning that what you all do from here will make waves no matter what, so try and be smart about things."
Comstock
player, 1212 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Tue 17 Sep 2013
at 02:30
  • msg #243

Re: Plotting the Future

"If you can't stand for something, at least have the guts to admit it.  Don't pretend you're any different from Justin."
Gale
player, 358 posts
And sore must be
the storm--
Tue 17 Sep 2013
at 02:45
  • msg #244

Re: Plotting the Future

Gale crossed her arms, leaning back against the statue again, but turning to look at Frostburn.  "We tried playing by their rules," she added, agreeing with Comstock.  "We tried playing nice and pretending they could actually enforce anything on us.  They took and used our powers when it suited them, and paid us back with pain and hate.  If it takes Imp being a president with free reign to get them to finally respect our rights, then I'm ok with that."

"Shelby should have been their first indication that they were playing with something dangerous.  His power grew insanely fast, even in those early days, and the only way they kept a leash on him was by stroking his ego and giving him what he wanted.  And now, that's not enough."  A shrug, indicating that she didn't much care what Frostburn's response was.  It was the truth, and anyone who wanted to prevent war would have to deal with it.
Solitaire
player, 976 posts
I Could Save You
But Why Should I?
Tue 17 Sep 2013
at 02:50
  • msg #245

Re: Plotting the Future

Solitaire shrugged and laughed. Frosty had a point, and Frosty was smarter than she was. "Probably true. I don't claim to be right, but I will try to do what I think is right. I try to teach others to do the same. I wont begrudge you doing the same thing. There can be no equality without respect and a balance of power. We all do what we feel we must, or we do nothing. Those are really the only choices. To act or not, that is the question."
Frostburn
NPC, 86 posts
Tue 17 Sep 2013
at 03:12
  • msg #246

Re: Plotting the Future

"Always liked you Sol, you see better than most.  You too Dillon, but you're letting anger talk for you.  And I fucking well stand for something: survival."  She almost looked angry, then thought better of it.  The room got colder.  "Sol, keep the bottle.  Everyone else, I wish you luck and hope we all come out of this alive in 30 years, but I'm not counting on it.  Party in Ibiza next week for anyone interested, drinks on me, I plan on spending my new salary preemptively, that way I won't have any distractions.  If I see you there I'll probably be too drunk to know it, but I like the idea of seeing you have some fun.  If not, well, stay out of trouble.  World's counting on it."  With that, she turned and left, trekking back down the mountain.
Comstock
player, 1214 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Tue 17 Sep 2013
at 03:24
  • msg #247

Re: Plotting the Future

Frostburn didn't merit another glance; instead, Comstock's scowl focused on Sol.  An old argument between the two floated silently in the air, still unresolved.  "I'll be passing on those drinks.  It all tastes the same to me anyway.  But I should have something online soon if anyone needs to get in touch."

"We done here?  We've got our objectives.  We all have work to do.  Hell Kraken might get a thrill out of staring at paint on walls but I'm in the middle of some things and don't want to overstay my welcome."
Phantasm
player, 552 posts
Happy Shiney Person
DeathTeddy loves you!
Tue 17 Sep 2013
at 03:41
  • msg #248

Re: Plotting the Future

Phantasm shrugged.  "Eh, I guess.  I mostly wanted to see what people's plans were, and I've seen enough.  That'll let me keep track of the variables better.  Oh, back to the psychics again, you all might want to drop by for lessons from me and 'Stock.  At this point I think we're two of the most resistant people on the planet, and a good chunk of that resistance was intentional training even if the rest of it was just a survival adaptation." A pointed look at Impetus.  You could only stand in his presence so long before you either succumbed to the charisma beating against you, or you toughened up.  Then there were all the psychics they'd fought.  I really hope we meet a nice psychic some day... Maybe Operator will turn out alright.

"I won't be at the party either.  Dillon's testy right now, he needs a minder..." Said with a smile and calming hand on his shoulder. "And we've got a lot of prep work for this group we're forming.  Anyone who's still in on that should meet up in Vegas, we'll start there."
Solitaire
player, 978 posts
I Could Save You
But Why Should I?
Tue 17 Sep 2013
at 04:05
  • msg #249

Re: Plotting the Future

Solitaire waved as Frosty left. Frostburn was good people, even as much as she tried to hide it through semi-constant intoxication. Perhaps the problem was the Frosty was too good people, she thought in overall terms rather than Solitaires personal ones. She wished her luck.

She flinched away from Comstocks frown though, pursing her lips in return. She wasn't defensive exactly, but she very much disliked having Comstock disapprove of her. Out of everyone assembled, it was his opinion that mattered most.

"C'mon, don't give me that look Boss. You know I would back you vs the world  if you asked." He knew her views. She knew his. Neither was likely to change. But he should also know that she valued their friendship above all of that. "All you ever needed to do is ask."
This message was last edited by the player at 04:06, Tue 17 Sept 2013.
Comstock
player, 1216 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Tue 17 Sep 2013
at 04:19
  • msg #250

Re: Plotting the Future

Phantasm's hand on his shoulder forced him to calm down.  "If we don't take a stand, we'll never know the truth."  He couldn't judge Sol, he just hated it when Sol was right.  He couldn't just give up on humanity.  On hope.  "As I live, I'll not compromise.  Not on this.  Never again."
Gravitas
player, 704 posts
Behold Gravitas!
Master of Gravity
Tue 17 Sep 2013
at 05:09
  • msg #251

Re: Plotting the Future

"I'll look into psy-blockers too, though I don't know many telepaths I'd trust to test the things with. Not that I'm a good candidate for testing either. My brain structure and thought processes are already alien enough to confound telepaths without help from tech - though I know they can still get in if they're strong enough," his mouth tweaked up in a grin, "not that they can keep up."

"As people want to leave, I'm willing to offer transport to anywhere they'd like." He turned to yell this in the direction Frostburn had left for her benefit. "Well, anywhere on Earth anyway. Offworld transport isn't cheap."
El Dragon
player, 297 posts
Do you dare dance with
The Dragon?
Tue 17 Sep 2013
at 05:46
  • msg #252

Re: Plotting the Future

Angelo turned to Impetus.  "Well, you called this shindig.  Was there anything else you wanted to cover before we all make like little dandelion seeds?"
Impetus
player, 1405 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Tue 17 Sep 2013
at 16:15
  • msg #253

Re: Plotting the Future

"I am not a god, Frosty, far from it. The stories that humans have told themselves about the alien capricious beings that controled their lives have nothing to do with me. I am not capricious.
I'm flattered that you think so highly of me though.
" he smirked.
" I will also take a pass on the party. Whenever we go anywhere festive as a group there's usually a disaster. I also don't think we should all be together in one place after this, at least not very often. It's far better if we appear to have drifted apart. Frankly, the further you stay from me the safer you'll be. I am many things, but inconspicuous I am not. I'm the distraction, I'll draw the fire from the media, from the powerful, and from everybody that doesn't think a nova should be president. I anticipate repeated and regular attempts on my life." He grinned. "I'm actually looking forward to this." He turned to Operator, "I'm a spin doctor extraordinaire, but the things you do with raw information are astounding. How'd you like me to put you on retainer? I can talk with Anna tonight about it and get the paper work sorted by early next week."
He addressed his remaining friends " Be well, my friends. If you need me, for anything, just call. I'll come running.
A flagstone lifted out of the floor and Jenny's chrysalis floated out of the resultant hole. Imp smiled, gave a friendly salute, and flew up into the gathering storm clouds, heading southwest towards Africa.
Phantasm
player, 555 posts
Happy Shiney Person
DeathTeddy loves you!
Tue 17 Sep 2013
at 22:50
  • msg #254

Time for a Montage

Phantasm passed out the invitations weeks ago, to anyone in their little group with a strong mastery of hand to hand combat.  Now it was time for people to finally start arriving.

The island was small and unpopulated, on the edge of the many Indonesian islands in the Pacific Ocean.  The island was still growing, hot lava bubbling up from the Southern side of the mountain to create hissing clouds of steam where it met the sea.  Trees covered the Northern portions of the island, while the Western side dipped in slightly to form a shallow cove.  A storm was rolling in, cloud cover that would hopefully conceal them from any chance surveillance.  When the others began arriving, she explained.

"So, thanks for showing up.  I know I explained a little bit in the invite, but I figured I'd add my reasons for this little get together."  She shifted a bit, digging her bare feet into the sand, occupying another part of her mind with the feel of it between her toes.  "We're all fighters.  Sure, everyone else has fought, is dangerous, can take care of themselves, all that.  But we're the ones that have really honed our skills, focused on hand to hand, hurting others up close and personal.  We're all good, but I'm not sure we're good enough, not at the pace the world is moving, not with the challenges on the horizon.  We need to step things up.  I figure we can learn from each other, train together, and get used to fighting in hostile terrain while we do..."

She gave them a moment to contemplate, then continued.  "We should go over technique, have some light sparring, talk about details.  That's a part of it of course.  But we also need some real nova combat, forcefields, retractable claws, chi punches, energy blasts.  Yeah, we've all been up against that stuff before, but not usually from people at our level.  What do you all think?  Worth the time?"


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Set maybe a month after the last meeting.  This is open to anyone with martial arts, brawl, or melee 5 who spends a good chunk of their time in combat actually hitting things instead of using weird powers.  I sent out a preliminary invite to Dragon, 'Kaze, and Sol.  If others qualify, go for it.  Don't want anyone feeling left out...

El Dragon
player, 300 posts
Do you dare dance with
The Dragon?
Wed 18 Sep 2013
at 03:50
  • msg #255

Re: Time for a Montage

Angelo, wearing his eufiber in its dragon scale pattern (sans the mask), executed a formal bow to the group at large with a grin on his face.  "I look forward to your instruction," he said.
Flare
player, 432 posts
Go die in a fire.
FWOOOM!!!!
Wed 18 Sep 2013
at 20:19
  • msg #256

Re: Time for a Montage

Flare had never cared for Frostburn, and this meeting didn't improve her opinion.  Beyond her presence, their group seemed to have a lot of hands in a lot of pies.  She, as usual, wanted to be helpful, but didn't feel a strong direction toward any particular goal.  She wanted things to be better, and Comstock's idea certainly seemed to pave the way for Nova safety.
Solitaire
player, 985 posts
I Could Save You
But Why Should I?
Wed 18 Sep 2013
at 21:02
  • msg #257

Re: Time for a Montage

"A good scrap is always worth the time. And we're the best at it. This should be fun." Solitaire said cheerfully, cracking her knuckles. "Its been too long since I've had a sparring partner that could give me a good workout. Whatcha got in mind? Duals, seminars, just throwing down?"
Phantasm
player, 559 posts
Green-Eyed Monster
DeathTeddy loves you!
Wed 18 Sep 2013
at 22:22
  • msg #258

Re: Time for a Montage

"All of the above? But I'd prefer to get some fighting in first to loosen us up and give us something to talk about...  Probably just one on one, though a free for all king of the island might be fun later.  Draw straws for first pair?"


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It'll be two of us three, but I'm kind of hoping others show up for the scene so I'm pretending like there's more people here. I'll be the short straw and sit this one out.

Impetus
player, 1408 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Wed 18 Sep 2013
at 23:19
  • msg #259

Re: Time for a Montage

Imp emerged from the water and walked up the beach, he ran his hands back through his hair to strip away excess water.  Gone was his usual suit and tie, instead he wore tight fitting red shorts and a skin tight blue sleeveless shirt. "Thanks for the invite, P, I've got a few hours before I have to continue on to Australia." He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. "I could use the exercise, I spent the last day in meetings where I had to communicate via flash cards so people wouldn't be able to claim NLP. Idiots.  Looks like it's you and I, hunh kid?" He flowed into a fighting stance, feet shoulder-width apart, hands ready.
Phantasm
player, 561 posts
Green-Eyed Monster
DeathTeddy loves you!
Thu 19 Sep 2013
at 00:00
  • msg #260

Re: Time for a Montage

Phantasm shrugged, a "Why not?"  motion.  She hadn't expected Impetus to actually show, but his set of powers was good practice, and she knew he could fight if he needed to.

The point of this was to deal with unfriendly nova opponents though, not drop into a fighting stance and square off.  Phantasm moved fast, a glowing green blur as her protective aura surrounded her and her feet kicked up sand as she ran at Impetus. She threw a jab with no weight behind it, then as he weaved back she went in for a long fist strike to his solar plexus.
Impetus
player, 1411 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Thu 19 Sep 2013
at 00:15
  • msg #261

Re: Time for a Montage

Imp ducked under her strike, pivoted so they were facing the same way and grabbed her wrist then stood and pushed.
El Dragon
player, 304 posts
Do you dare dance with
The Dragon?
Thu 19 Sep 2013
at 01:29
  • msg #262

Re: Time for a Montage

Dragón turned toward Solitaire.  "Pick your poison," he said, "sparring or full-on brawl, on the ground or airborn?"
Phantasm
player, 563 posts
Green-Eyed Monster
DeathTeddy loves you!
Thu 19 Sep 2013
at 04:35
  • msg #263

Re: Time for a Montage



Kung fu versus aikido was a strange match up at the best of times.  The odd stances and ease with which kung fu shifted balance points to flow between attacks helped to mitigate the advantage of the aikido practitioner naturally had against an offensive opponent, but there WAS still an advantage there if she couldn't close the distance, and Impetus was unnaturally fast and strong, able to apply fantastic force with the light aikido motions... But that was why they were training after all: human martial arts just didn't work the same way against novas.

Phantasm moved with the push, twisting her triple jointed wrist, and using shifted claws to rake the hand he pushed with. Instead of the fall that a normal human would take, perhaps breaking a bone upon landing, she moved into a cross stance, shifting the weight through her legs rather than forward, in a way that would have dislocated a joint in a baseline.  As she took the stance, she turned to face Impetus again and moved inside mai-ai, limiting his movement, before kicking him.  In the spine.

From her extremely low, close, stance she kicked between his thighs, her foot hammering him in the spine at the join between the C7 and T1 vertebrae, then as her foot came down she crushed down on his ankle, attempting to break it and hold him in place simultaneously.


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multitasking and quickness make for a lot of responses in a short time.

Impetus
player, 1413 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Thu 19 Sep 2013
at 05:08
  • msg #264

Re: Time for a Montage

There was no way that Imp could block that many attacks in such a short time. Instead he trusted to his force field and his secondary field that robbed her attacks of their kinetic force. It wasn't quite enough but combined with his reflexes he was able to weather the storm with bruises and a limp instead of shattered bones. Realizing that staying close with a blender was ill advised he used the stolen momentum from her attacks to launch her out to sea with the force of about 500 newtons.
Solitaire
player, 987 posts
I Could Save You
But Why Should I?
Thu 19 Sep 2013
at 05:41
  • msg #265

Re: Time for a Montage

"Lets cut loose. Ante up."

Solitaire launched herself forward at Dragon, light-trails following behind her hair, hands and feet as she burned power. Her style was fluid, acrobatic and aggressive, she had a made a study of a good many of the worlds martial arts in the years since her eruption, and she stole shamelessly from all of them. It was efficient and brutal, willing to take a hit if she had to in order to put someone down. It was also probably a little bit flashier than it needed to be, but being able to fly negated a good deal otherwise important aspects, so it didn't suffer in any real way.

At two steps in front of him, she spun, whipping her right boot in a viscous circle up at his head, just to see what he would do. She wasn't up to full speed and power yet, just testing the waters.
El Dragon
player, 306 posts
Do you dare dance with
The Dragon?
Thu 19 Sep 2013
at 12:36
  • msg #266

Re: Time for a Montage

Dragón Powered up as Solitaire approached.  Small arcs of purple lightning danced across the scales of his eufiber then they lit up with a gleaming blue iridescence as they were reinforced by a force field.


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07:19, Thu 19 Sept 2013: El Dragon rolled 3 (4) successes using 7d10 with the Target Number system with a target of 7 ((3,9,1,10,4,1,8)) Activate Boost, making my M-Str and M-Sta 5.


He stood loosely, not taking any sort of stance.  With a slight duck of his head, Sol's kick slid across his shoulders.  He countered with a palm-heel at the level of her hips that barely seemed to move yet transferred significant momentum into her center of gravity.  He didn't follow up on this strike.  The last thing he wanted to do against such a powerful fighter was counter aggression with aggression, he would be yin to her yang.
Phantasm
player, 564 posts
Green-Eyed Monster
DeathTeddy loves you!
Fri 20 Sep 2013
at 00:10
  • msg #267

Re: Time for a Montage

Phantasm had been waiting for this.  She knew he'd eventually resort to the TK-type moves, and she had to time this just right...

As she flew away and splashed down into the water, three monstrous eels with centipede legs emerged from her aura.  One dove into the water and ripped a portal open, it's terminus imediately behind Impetus.  Phantasm timed her landing to coincide with the opening of the portal, giving Imp little time to react when she came through, elbow aimed straight for his head and two constructs weaving around his legs.


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We can go as long as you want to...  Getting bored though, rather move on to new pairs and discussion of strategy soonish though, unless you wanted to keep going for  a while.

Impetus
player, 1414 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Thu 26 Sep 2013
at 08:29
  • msg #268

Re: Time for a Montage

In retrospect he probably should have seen that coming. Her elbow caught him off guard and the serpents swept his legs out from under him. He landed with impossible grace, considering his predicament, and rolled to his feet. "Note to self, don't chuck people that can combat teleport. Point to you, P." he looked to Sol and Dragon, clearly impressed by their battle.

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Agreed. Dragon? Sol? Whenever you're ready.

Rydi
GM, 1266 posts
Sat 28 Sep 2013
at 19:38
  • msg #269

Hiring of a Driver


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This sequence of posts was transferred from Vignettes, as it is more of a group interaction than a 1 on 1 chat or individual aside.  Please feel free to continue it here.


Jessica pinched the bridge of her nose after downing 4 aspirin with a long draw from her iced latte.  She had been up all night trying to handle the situation at the theater the day before.  Between Laura's grief, her apparent adoption of this Daphne Ward...seriously what was up with stars picking up random riff-raff and keeping them like pets...she isn't Michael Jackson for Christ's sake!  and dealing with the press, tabloids, E!, and N!.  It was a long night and a very early morning.  This was her job, and the daughter that she never had though.  She sighed as she picked up her cell phone to make the easiest call that she was going to have to make in the past 24 hours.

"Hello, thank you for calling DeVries Agency, how may I assist you?

"Hi, I my name is Jessica Schimmels, and I am looking for a driver for a client that I represent."

---

Sean was relaxing in his hotel room when he got the call. "Wheelman, this is Control, we have a request for a driver at the Grand."
" I read you control, ETA 3 minutes." Sean rolled out of bed, pulled his suit off the hanger and was out the window in something under 30 seconds. After he touched down he shifted once and again. Pulling up in a loading zone near his rendezvous, he once again assumed his working guise and walked up the sidewalk towards the black limo with plates reading HAX 482. Opening the driver's door he slid into the seat. "Hello, Miss. My employer has instructed me to be your chauffeur for the evening. Where can I take you?"

---

Laura, sitting in the back of the limo with Daphne, looked over her black sunglasses at the new driver that Jessica had found.

"Palms Casino please"

I don't want to be at Fashion Week, but I can't really cancel.  It would be far worse press if I didn't show with my new line, than if I show dressed for a funeral.

---

"So how long have you had your own fashion line? I can't believe I actually get to go to Fashion week. It is so awesome to get to go and see all the top designs. I wonder if they will let me try stuff on. It won't look right going over my shield, but it would still be awesome to see it and dream."

Daphne looked out the window as the new driver began driving. Daphne leans over to Laura and whispers in her ear.

"So... Who is the new driver? Where did you get him from, he seems intimidating. Which is probably good for a driver slash bodyguard."

---

"Yes Ma'am.  Would you prefer me to take you to the front or to the rear VIP entrance?" Once he knew where his new assignment's preference was, he drove them there using side streets and by ways, he was always careful to time the lights so that he was the last car through, and he made 3 right turns instead of turning left.  As he drove he was constantly aware of everything happening behind and to the sides of the car, he didn't have eyes in the back of his head, but that didn't stop him from looking everywhere at once, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead.  He figured that the only reason someone would be paying Devries rates was if they needed something special, be it protection, anonymity or maybe just the prestige of a nova driver.

---

Daphne looked over at Laura with a quizzical look and looked forward. I wonder what she is thinking about; she seems so far away right now. I guess I will have to face the new driver and do what I think Laura would.

"Driver, we would like to go to the front entrance I believe. Laura usually likes making a big entrance. Ummm... I don't really like calling you driver. It seems a little bit impersonal, mind if I ask your name? By the way mine is Daphne."


Daphne forces a smile despite still being a little hesitant around this new man.


---

"Nice to meet you, Ma'am, My name is Sean, or you can call me Wheelman if you'd rather use my elite title.  Am I correct in assuming that you will have a security detail waiting for you at the Palms?"

---

Laura came out of her reverie when Daphne and Sean began talking to each other.  "Oh, yes sorry the front would be great Sean.  I am supposed to have a security detail waiting for me, but I would like you to come join us after you have parked the car.  I don't like it when some stars make their drivers sit in the car bored out of their minds while they go off gallivanting around.  Who knows you might meet your next conquest there, there will be plenty of beautiful women baseline and nova both.  I started my fashion line last year, in fact this event that we are going to was my premiere event.  As to Wheelman, have you ever heard of DeVries?  They are an agency that matches nova elites with clients, that is where my agent found Sean."

---

"Yes, Ma'am, although, if I may, having me park the car and then come join you creates an unacceptable window in your security if your security is not there.  Perhaps I should contact them before we arrive so that there is a seamless transition?"

---

"I haven't really heard of Devries. I mean it sounds familiar, but my parents did a fairly good job of keeping me secluded from nova stuff. Well it helped that pretty much my whole town and community was opposed to novas and didn't want anything to do with them. I never realized how much influence novas had on the world. I guess my community thought if they couldn't limit the influence they could just hide where it came from. It was a really complicated life and I don't know why I didn't see through it."

Daphne looks down and closes her eyes for a second, holding back the tears as she thinks about her life before being a nova.

---

"Please, don't call me 'Ma'am' Sean, you can call me Laura.  Here let me get you my security guard's number and you can call him.  Worse case scenario we trust the limo to a valet."

Turning to Daphne to see the young girl crying, Laura wrapped her arms around her, and pulled her close.  "Hey, it will be okay.  This is exciting!  You get to learn about a different world than what you were taught about.  It isn't a perfect world, but it is a wonderful world nonetheless.  If you have any questions about anything, just ask me."

---

Daphne calms her self down before they get to the Palms.

"Thanks, I don't really know what to ask. This is all just so new and strange to me. I think it would be bad if I'd even be exposed to novas, but not being exposed to it makes it that much harder on me. I will let you know if I do come up with any questions for you though."

---

"Yes, Ma'am," Sean dialed security at the Palms, arranged a valet to trade off with, and pulled in to the front entrance of the hotel minutes later.  He exited he vehicle, making careful note of the identity of the valet, and moved to the rear door.  Opening it he aided the ladies out of the vehicle, then moved ahead of them and walked towards the entrance off to the side of the red carpet.  He scanned the crowd, alert for any threat to his client.

---

Daphne took Sean's hand as she stepped out of the car. She was temporarily lost is the flash of lights and all the reporters who were all attempting to get her to answer questions. She deftly walked behind Laura as she answered, or more appropriately avoid answering questions. She smiled and waved for the cameras, but she was secretly scared of all that was going on around her.

"My goodness Laura how do you keep up with all this?

Daphne follows Laura and Sean to the dressing area where the models are all getting ready to show off the newest lines from all forms of designers, including Laura's own line.
Wheelman
player, 71 posts
Sean Callaghan
Paidrag Mulligan/Mechanus
Wed 16 Oct 2013
at 13:33
  • msg #270

Re: Hiring of a Driver

"Ma'am, we should keep moving, you're too exposed out here." Sean did his best to usher both women inside, the'd been glad handing for too long and he was starting to get worried.
Solitaire
player, 1007 posts
I Could Save You
But Why Should I?
Sun 23 Mar 2014
at 09:38
  • msg #271

Almost got 'im

The lights in soundproofed backroom at Archon were dialed down low, smoke drifted lazily along the floor, in no more of a hurry than anyone of the people seated around the table. Old guard, young blood, those in between, everyone had been invited to the game. The table had clearly once been of excellent quality, but the felt top was worn thin, stained in places and ripped in others. It was an old table, but it had character, and that was far more important anyway.

The deck of cards in Solitaire's hand was equally worn. It wasn't her lucky deck, that was long gone, along her jacket. It was another old friend though, one of her spares. Her fingers danced and shuffled in complex, almost cartoon-like patterns that no less dexterous Nova could emulate. Once she was satisfied, she handed the deck off for a cut, then began to deal, flicking the cards across the table unerringly.

"Five card draw. Buy-in is a good story. Who's got one? I'd go first, but might as well save the best for last. Ante up." Solitaire said with a lazy smile, leaning back in her chair.
El Dragon
player, 391 posts
Do you dare dance with
The Dragon?
Thu 27 Mar 2014
at 08:03
  • msg #272

Ante Up

Angelo slid coolly into a chair, in an obvious nod to a stereotypical Western hero, and nodded toward Solitaire.  “Here's a story that's short and sweet,” he said, leaning forward with his elbows on the table.

“A young 'butter-bar' was on only his second combat deployment in command of his very own platoon.  They helicoptered his unit along with a couple of Air Force PJs into this dusty little town to help extract a unit of Afghan police who were pinned down by a Taliban raid.  They set him down in a village square a couple hundred meters from the firefight and he fanned his fire teams out to move in on the target.

“Well, it's a little hard to hide a flock of Blackhawks so the Talibs weren't exactly surprised.  Still, it didn't take long for the platoon to start sweeping them out of the area.  Within about fifteen minutes most of the enemy were dead or headed for the hills.  There were less than a half dozen casualties, all light.  Then it came time to start trying to round up the Afghan police for extraction.  The Taliban didn't plan on making it easy, though.  Some of the more rabid Jihadies had stayed behind to snipe from the upper windows of buildings full of innocent townsfolk.  It turned into a really nasty game of Whack-a-Mole as a sniper would pop up in one place long enough to fire off a few shots then disappear as one popped up somewhere else.  You've got to hand it to those PJs though, one minute one of 'em was helping clear a building – including knocking a Talib through a wall with a brutal take-down – the next he was running an IV and tucking an Afghani policeman's small intestine back where it came from.

“Long story short, they managed to account for all but one of the little town's policemen and had all the live ones ready to move to the extraction point.  The only one unaccounted for was the police commander.  After okaying it through his CO, this butter-bar decides to focus on getting the ones he has got out alive.  They're moving to the LZ when the fire-team bringing up the rear hears a woman start screaming.  Sure enough, this woman in a full burqa runs out of the courtyard of one of the houses waving her arms and screaming in Pashto.  Near as they could make out, she was saying something about her husband being dead and not wanting to be left behind.  So, just to keep things moving, they scooped her in with the rest of the people they were taking out.

“As they were boarding the chopper, rotor wash got up under the woman's veil for a second.  In that second, the young lieutenant caught a glimpse of beard.  Thinking he might have an infiltrator, he wastes no time putting the guy on the ground hardcore, with his arms pinned so he couldn't set off a bomb or anything...unfriendly like that.  One of the other Rangers whipped the head scarf off and, lo and behold, there was the town's police captain...who had dressed up as a woman when he saw the Talibs coming at them.”
  Angelo leaned back in his chair again.  “Apparently, Pashtuns don't look too favorably on cross-dressers.”
El Dragon
player, 392 posts
Do you dare dance with
The Dragon?
Fri 28 Mar 2014
at 05:38
  • msg #273

Re: Ante Up

"So what do you say?" Angelo asked.  "Good enough?  I've got more...not all of them are military stories either..."
Wheelman
player, 137 posts
Sean Callaghan
Paidrag Mulligan/Mechanus
Fri 28 Mar 2014
at 09:03
  • msg #274

Re: Ante Up

Paidrag swaggered into the room and settled into his chair in a strangely boneless movement reminiscent of an old school break-dancer.  Once settled he ran a hand through his tousled hair and grinned out at the assembled card sharks from under his Decepticon mask.  "A story is it ye wan', lassie? He quipped. " Here's un from this dissolute bunch of backpacker English teachers I was drinking with in a charmin lil' den o' iniquity on hooker hill in Seoul.  Damn friendly barstaff, there were, ah don' min' tellin' ya.  Anyways, these college boys were swapping stories 'bout the darndest things their chitlens said in school.  the firs' bloke, he tells us a story 'bout his firs' time walkin' into his school, and the lil' potstickers were doin' one o' them chant things with the teacher leadin like.  It wen' 'This is Bob. Bob has balls.  Bob's balls are big.  Bob's balls are blue.  Bob has big blue balls.' Th' other bays a' the table had a good guffaw, then one o' 'em starts in on his story. Seems this bay was teachin' at a university there, callin hisself professor he was, and he was ou' wi' 'is studen's fer some o' that fine Korean bbq and firewater. He says one o' the gels a' the table wasn' drinkin' tha' nigh' fer sum reason r' t' other, and she wanted coke. Poor gel couldnae say it ri' though, and kept callin' it 'cock'. 'Professor, please give me some more cock' an all that.  Finally, he tells her she ain' prnouncin' it proper, so she wants to know wha' she'd been sayin. He 'splains it to 'er, an she gets this devilish gleam inner eye, and keeps sayin' cock just to get the tosser to blush. Well, the other bays have a right good laugh, then the bay lets it drop tha' his uni had the bright idea o' puttin all the single male professors in flats ona top floor of the girls dorm. He got all cagey like when i as'd 'im if'n he'd done nuthin' extracurricular.
Anyways, the last bay's been sittin there like a cat in cream while the other blokes were spinnin their yarns, and he settles in to tell 'is.  Seems this'un was teachin' li'l wee ones, like kindies, yeah? An this bay's teachin' 'em how to use the 'spression come in.  The kiddies, bein' kiddies start gettin silly, and start comin' up wi' funny things to say, until one o' the li'l darlins, she runs up to the teacher and says 'Teacher, come in my mouth!' Then opens her mouth big an' wide and says 'Ahhhhh' wit' 'er tongue stickin ou' an' all. Ah damn near fell offa my chair laffin I did, the other bays as well.  Which remin's me o the bar staff, bu' tha's a diff'rent story, innit
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This message was lightly edited by the player at 00:20, Sun 30 Mar 2014.
Gale
player, 392 posts
And sore must be
the storm--
Sat 29 Mar 2014
at 18:51
  • msg #275

Re: Ante Up

Gale sauntered to the table, wings rustling slightly as she took a seat.  "A story? Hm, I have to think about that one a bit."  She picked up the cards, studying them and rearranging them.  "Ah, here we go.  One from Ethiopia.  I was helping with the terraforming there, y'know?  Well it was right next to a wildlife refuge, so when we weren't working, we were basically allowed to go on safari the rest of the time.  So, Africa, right?  Lots of animals that don't exist anywhere else in the world.  And we were there for weeks!"

"Anyway," the winged woman said, stopping herself before she went on a tangent.  "Anyway, we were there so long, every day was pretty much the same thing.  Cheetah kills antelope, sometimes the antelope escapes.  Sometimes there were baby animals all over the place, but even that got old.  So, I took to watching things at night.  That's where a lot of the cool stuff happens and I could see pretty well in the dark.  I was watching all the big predators hunt, sneaking up on groups of unsuspecting prey.

So, one night, I'm sitting up in a tree, watching a group of zebra sleeping.  Lions normally go for that, and the nearest pride was pretty large, so there was a good chance they'd come by.  So I waited, and I waited.  Just when I was about to give up and go back to camp, something grabbed the branch I was sitting on, shaking it violently.  I fell out of the tree onto the ground and something pounced on me.  Something heavy.  In the background, I heard the zebra waking up and going crazy.

Turns out, one of the young males had decided I looked tasty.  Lions didn't tend to go after birds, they wern't big enough to make a meal out of.  So, this guy must have thought  he had a real treat here.  Problem was, I had claws too.  I came back to camp that morning covered in scratches and tufts of lion fur.  But you should have seen the other guy."

Comstock
player, 1256 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Tue 1 Apr 2014
at 15:21
  • msg #276

Re: Ante Up

Comstock chuckled. "Okay, I've got one."

"Rewind a bit.  We're talking Equatorial Wars.  Pax had just thrown another fit over something Harley did, so none of us old T2Mers were on active duty for a few days while they got that sorted out.  Which meant I was stuck in Italy."

"I didn't want to hang around Camp Darby and I didn't have Dr. Bharati breathing down my neck about homework, so off I went into the unknown.  Nearest town was Pisa, and all I knew was it had the leaning tower and Romans built it, so I buy myself a camera and a guidebook and rented a car.

"I got there, and spent the afternoon looking at cathedrals and medieval walls before realizing that I really, really don't know squat about history and I'm bored out of my mind.  But its dark and I'm a bit lost and certainly don't want to go driving back to the base like a chump, so I find this American-style bar right near the big cathedral.  They've had a DJ and made a burger that was pretty damn good as far as I could tell.  And after a few people recognized me from the news there was just this steady stream of people sitting down at my table, taking photos, all that.

"This goes on awhile.  The DJ packs up and leaves, but there's still a small crowd.  Until finally I'm just talking with some people that look like they just came off of a shift impersonating historical figures.  There's a guy in a toga, another guy in some armor, a woman in some robes, and like five or six languages being spoken.  These two guys in Napoleonic uniforms, Fedele and Jan, are doing the translating for me, but after awhile they are mostly talking among themselves and Fedele's keeping me in the loop.

"Anyhow, the church-bell rings five and the group gets quiet.  Two of them thank me for my company and head home for the night.  Then two more, and soon it's just me, Jan, and Fedele.  The sun starts to come up, and Jan finishes his last drink and starts grabbing his chest and complaining in Polish.  And Fedele gets this really sad look on his face, and he thanks Jan for all that he's done and wishes him well before the guy stumbles off to sleep off the incoming hangover.

"Finally, Fedele tells me that he's out of time.  I tell him I'm covering the tab, but he insists on contributing.  So he leaves four coins on the table and walks around the corner.  Really weird coins: the date says 1800, so I pick one up to look at it and as soon as I touch it I realize it's real silver.  But Fedele's already gone ... and the place is locked up and I can't say that I heard the door open or close.  I'm actually locked in, so I have nothing to do but wait there until someone comes back to open up.

"Someone does show up after noon, and they're pissed that I'm still there.  But I explain that I'm a nova, and that calms them down, and I tell them that I was with the costumed guys and they get confused.  They tell me that the place was empty when they locked up last night at 3:00 AM, and that I must have passed out at my table.  And they insist there weren't any historical reenactors that would have been working that late anyway.  I'm having enough trouble stumbling through their broken English and my Italian really isn't any good, so I just pay my tab and head on my way.

"So ever since then, I've had to wonder: was I part of some elaborate prank?  Or did I while away a night at an Italian bar with a bunch of ghosts and time-travelers?  If you'd have asked me back then, I would have definitely said the former.  But now ..."
he shrugged and looked around the table.
El Dragon
player, 394 posts
Do you dare dance with
The Dragon?
Thu 3 Apr 2014
at 03:16
  • msg #277

Re: Ante Up

"Excelente mi amigo," Angelo says, "I should have thought of ghost stories.  My abuela used to scare the pants off of us with her stories."
This message was last edited by the player at 05:07, Fri 04 Apr 2014.
Comstock
player, 1258 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Thu 3 Apr 2014
at 05:04
  • msg #278

Re: Ante Up

"Hey, I still don't know it was ghosts for sure."  He grinned.  "Alright, Sol, let me see some of those cards.  I know you're all going to wipe the floor with me but I like to pretend luck's on my side."
Solitaire
player, 1011 posts
I Could Save You
But Why Should I?
Fri 4 Apr 2014
at 03:36
  • msg #279

Re: Ante Up

Solitaire laughed and shuffled, her hair brightening as she did so. Ah, this was how it should be, friends and fun and cards. It had been far too long since everybody had been together and just relaxed.

"Ah, that is great. They might well be time travelers too, or ghosts.  Who knows? Its far from the strangest notion I've ever heard. After all, I met this one guy..." She shrugged, discarding the thought. "All right, do we have anyone else? Or is it my turn?"
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