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 Riots have been breaking out across the globe sporadically. This week, violence broke out in Northern Azerbaijan after the homes of known EPIs in the region were torched. A UN Peacekeeping helicopter was downed in Egypt, with the details remaining unclear. Protests have erupted in London (both for and against EPIs) as EU Leaders gather for a conference in which Aldis Dram, one of the directors of the Center for Humanity, was the keynote speaker. Developing reports coming out of the Australian state of New South Wales indicate that torrential rains were mitigated by a wind controlling EPI, Tom Laird, who redirected the storm away from an overflowing dam and towards an unpopulated area. He's currently in a coma. A candlelight vigil outside of his hotel was disrupted by anti-EPI activists, which created a backlash from Laird's supporters. Over two dozen people are reported as being injured. A man in Texas is accused of murdering his wife when he found out she was an EPI. He claims self-defense. Pakistan and India, Taiwan and China, and Israel and Iran have continued their respective back-and-forths of incendiary rhetoric, but this is nothing new. In all four regions, the emergence of EPIs is being treated as a volatile arms race. The president of Brazil was quoted in an interview saying that "EPIs a resource that must be 'managed.'" When a City Tax referendum relating to wealthy EPIs the upcoming monday and the Warriors' four game win streak are the biggest pieces of local news, you could say it's a relatively slow news week in Oakland. It's easier for some than others to tune out the outside world, but that world world is looking to Oakland to lead. When compared to the world at large, registration, testing, and group activities seems like a walk in the park, although for this particular group, last week's meeting created more questions than answers. The inclination seemed to be to keep everyone else at arm's length (Dana excepted) and the question of Dr. Brown's presence was at the forefront. Was it really as simple as practicing what she preached? Only time will tell. As for the immediate future, it's balmy saturday morning in march (the kind that's become the norm as climate change continues to sink its teeth in), and your second get together is at noon. Someone last week suggested you all go to Lakeside Park, which is where you'll be meeting in a couple hours. Lakeside Park is a 64 acre multi purpose park and estuary that includes baseball diamonds, soccer pitches, an amphitheater, and a weekly greenmarket near the lake shore. Much of the park's acreage is protected estuary and wetlands and is undeveloped. It's the biggest park in Oakland and a fairly populated social hub on the weekends. Welcome to Oakland! Post your sheets in your first post (background's not necessary) and give a little vignette about what you did the past week and then take yourself over to the park. Sorry if the first post is a little dry, took me a while to write. I'll answer any questions you have about city and world details as they come along. Dana gets +1 XP for the Center or Human Development bit. xian fucked around with this message at Feb 7, 2013 around 00:06 |
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This post is for XP tracking and other stuff like that.
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Jacinda It's been a whirlwind week: places to go, people to see, places to be seen at... but then, what week isn't? Jacinda's been up late most nights, reacquainting herself with a handful of venues, and half-heartedly plotting a trip out into the boonies to visit an abandoned mental hospital again. It's not that she expects anything to have changed, but places like that tend to be big and are always poorly lit: exploring it all in one go is like trying to do Disneyland under the same pressure. Besides, that would mean leaving the city, and heading out into the kinda-sorta wilderness, and... Saturday's meeting is going to be enough of that. Who thought it was a good idea to have it out in the park? It wasn't hers, but she wasn't in a mood to argue. Hopefully they'll stay close to the roads and maybe the lakeshore. Jacinda  Mundane Qualities Professional [+4] Gal Around Town: Need to get across town quick? Looking for a club that's hopping on a Wednesday night, or just a decent thai place? Want to know who's been seen where with who, or if there's a new exhibit at the museum? Jacinda can help you out. She skims Social.Net's check-in and review services like other people listen to police scanners, a 21st century gossip girl with a talent for getting where she needs to be and a memory for social minutiae. Technique - Knows a Person: They don't call it Social.Net for nothing. Jacinda has scads of contacts and participates in a few dozen chat circles; with a little luck she can find out who that guy at the bar was last night, or get the ball rolling on trading a favor around. Professional [+4] Urban Explorer: Nobody likes a dead venue, but the really dead ones hold a special fascination for Jacinda. Her knack for routes isn't so good indoors, but in addition to giving her a glimpse of history UrbEx has taught her a number of things about personal safety: Pack lights and masks, watch where you step, and be discreet-- getting caught by a passing cop is embarrassing at best. Technique - Lemme Draw You a Map: From vague directions to public transit routes, given a little time to familiarize herself Jacinda can plot the best path from A to B or jot the same from memory. Building layouts and blueprints too, though she glosses over anything that isn't a structural member. Technique - Steady Breathing: Whether sprinting for the bus, going on a marathon shopping run, or dancing her feet off at the club, it always pays to pace yourself. Now if only she could apply that to less physical pursuits... Adept [+2] Blogger: Jacinda's developed a reputation for knowing what's going on and where, and while she's happy to share advice and observations 140 characters at a time, there are times when she wants to say something more in-depth or in a permanent-ish manner. To that end she's set up a personal blog. Maintaining it has had the pleasant side-effect of giving her a crash course in journalistic investigation, and she gets the occasional 'consideration' from venues hoping for good reviews. Adept [+2] Pretty Face: She's trim, she's tanned, dress her up nice and she has no trouble getting into the clubs when she wants to. Helps getting out of trouble on occasion, too. Weakness [-2] Distractible: Being raised on a steady diet of instant on-line gratification has made being patient and sticking to tasks difficult. Jacinda prefers to do more-than-momentary projects piecemeal, cycling through them in bits as boredom strikes. Weakness [-2] Judgmental: Jacinda is influenced heavily by first impressions, only gradually amending them as she consumes new data in hummingbird sips. When you're living your life 140 characters at a time, there isn't much room for deep analysis. Extraordinary Powers Adept [+2] 'Arboreal': Jacinda can climb like a squirrel, possesses preternatural balance, and is capable of prodigious leaps. She may not be all that heavy, but it's still a heck of a thing to have her fall on you at high velocity. Technique - Parkour!: Jacinda can take advantage of almost any toe- or handhold to fling herself about at a dizzying rate. Great for Jackie Chan-style flipping and scaling, almost as good for getting behind and giving someone both boots. Adept [+2] Wood Nymph: Not a scientific term, but it seems to fit the bill. Jacinda is photosynthetic, thanks to the green shoots that have grown in place of her hair. She seems to have some limited telekinetic(?) ability to influence plant growth and even cause more supple ones to animate to a degree. She's even taken a mugger out by breathing a big cloud of... something right in his face. If the trees ever start talking, or the Lorax comes to crash on her couch, she's booking a stay in the psych ward. Technique - Pollen: She doesn't want to think about the hows or whys, and really doesn't want to think about what must be going on in her lungs, but Jacinda can exhale a thick cloud of pollen when she's pushed. Not as potent as pepper spray, it's still irritating to mucous membranes and an absolute bastard if it gets in someone's eyes. Technique - Planimation: Ever seen a tree root rupture a slab of concrete in seconds? Jacinda has. Ever cause it to happen? Jacinda hasn't either. That's crazy talk. Weakness [-2] Not Roundup Ready®: More than normal people, Jacinda reacts really poorly to herbicides. Other chemical pollutants aren't much better, but at least she has some tolerance for smog. Hindrance [-1] Hothouse Flower: Cold weather, darkness, excessive dryness... Jacinda has discovered that the kinds of things that make a decorative plant wilt puts a cramp in her style too. Life: 21 XP: 3 spent boosting UrbEx to +4, 2 spent on 'Planimation' Extraordinary Technique.
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Andromeda Brown Last week Andromeda casually suggested they meet up in the park for their next get together. It'd be nice, she thought, to get outside, and perhaps heartening for some of the more outre members of the group to know that they all stand together. The thought had flitted back out of her head, pushed away by concerns of research projects and board meetings and a three day speaking tour to the colleges of New York and New England. A portal opens up in the park, disgorging the Doctor, carrying a blanket over one arm and a large picnic basket. Andromeda looks around and then waves. "Jacinda!" she says, walking towards one of her charges.  quote:Mundane Qualities
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Monique Davis Monday "…yep, that has to be them. I don't see another boat around for miles." "Yeah! Ok, I'll swing us back around and steady up." "I need to get ready, just shout when you're over it!" "Alright…… Ok! We're there. You got your tail on?" "Yes!" "Go!" SPLASH! Tuesday "I'm just saying that some people aren't okay with Extras yet, Monique. You can't just think that you're always okay on the job. That's all." "Because I don't know that already, do I? Thanks, you're a big help." "You can't expect everybody to be fine when you spring that tail on them out of nowhere, droping down on top of them." "Well, you know, considering I'm saving their lives I would've thought my tail would be the last thing on their minds. But what do I know?" "Just saying." Wednesday "…I know the last few weeks have been hard Fiona, but I think I got some news that'll bring a smile to your face." "Oh, you don't mean-" "Yep! City hall agreed to move the plans over a couple block to an abandoned lot. Turns out you weren't the only one who didn't want the parking garage built next to your girls favourite playground. And once somebody got the word got out and organised the complaint forms… "Oh thank you Monique! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I know you were worried about Steffi too, but I didn't know you could do this! Oh thank you!" "Haha, it's alright! Just trying to help." "No Nikki, you do this kind of stuff all the time and you never get thanked enough for it. I'm taking you out, how's Saturday?" "Since when can you get a sitter on Saturdays? And I'd love to Fi, really, but Saturday is going to be tricky for me anyway. You know, secret EPI business." "Oh." "…It's not actually a secret meeting Fiona, just a joke." "…really?" "What? I joke all the time, what are you talking about?" Thursday "Look, I'm really not in the mood. I've had to deal with nothing but inconsiderate jerks at the centre today and my rostered hours for work next week have just been doubled out of nowhere because one of the pilots is on holidays out of nowhere. I'm really angry and really want to work it out in a constructive way and really don't care about your ifs and buts. So… I can either punch you in the face here, or I can do it in the ring. Ok, Lee?" Friday "Ugh." "Huh? "Fish. Again." "Well what the hell do you want Angi? I can't eat anything else and I'm the one doing the cooking. So either you get your butt in here and actually cook something yourself else for a change, or shut up and eat your drat salmon." Saturday Clean energy was supposed to fix all the global warming stuff, but Monique hoped that she'd enjoy a few more years of pleasantly warm March mornings yet. The thing about March was that while not freezing cold like winter, it wasn't ever hot like in summer. And with how her body was now that summer sun could really be dangerous if she wasn't careful. But the March sun? She had nothing to worry about in that. Obviously she wasn't the only one who thought it was a good time to come out to the park, because it was pretty busy already. Kids out playing soccer and baseball, early morning fitness freaks jogging around the lake. Monique was almost worried she wouldn't find the others, but one thing Jacinda's thing was good for was picking her out in a crowd. That green hair was a dead give away. Waving, Monique made her way over.  Life: 21/21 0 HP : 2 XP Qualities: Professional [+4] Search and Rescue - Technique: Helicopter When Monique discovered she was an Extra, her mind first fell to 'Can I help anybody with what I can do?' And this landed her at the Coast Guard. Her Extra abilities made her perfect for water rescues, while at the same time minimising danger to other search and rescue who would have to do the job if she wasn't there. Whether being lowered down to the accident from above or diving in from a helicopter and using her Extra ability to take to the water like a fish, Monique has been warmly welcomed in the Coast Guard and has worked her rear end off to do her best and save lives. In the course of her search and rescue training, Monique has taken lessons for flying helicopters. While in the usual course of thing she would be jumping out of the helicopter into the ocean, she wanted to be able to pilot the chopper just in case it came up. It probably wouldn't come up in anything short of an emergency, as unlikely as that may be, but she was an emergency service. Professional [+4] Community Organiser - Technique: Logistics Since she had to figure out how to live supporting herself and her sister at a young age, Monique had to get good at getting her poo poo together. Naturally, as she had to rely on more and more people to get by, she began to pull people together to help each other out. Without a real education or decent job prospects, she put herself into this more and more until she kinda just fell into helping out and organising the local community. Whether it's passing the hat around to pay for medical bills, organising a safe place for women in need to stay, petitioning city hall when they get unfairly disadvantaged, figuring out how people can best work together, team building to get a job done, or smoothing over some rough edges that might otherwise break out into a fight, Monique does what she can. It benefitting her was just nice side-effect. Having to keep so many names, places, organisations and times lined up month on month, Monique has honed her logistics ability. While some may feel daunted when faced with such a confused and daunting task, Monique has done this stuff so many times now that she relishes the chance to organise the mess into some sense of order. Adept [+2] Charitable - Technique: Reputation - Technique: Wilful Monique and her little sister wouldn't have gotten through their childhood if it weren't for the kindness and charity of strangers. God knows that they weren't going to get any from anybody actually meant to look after them. This formative experience really hit home for Monique, and now that she's older and able to she gives back as much as she can. And not just her money and time, she put herself out there helps people when she can. She actually gives a drat about others. Giving so much of her time to helping others around Oakland, Monique has a bit gotten a bit of a reputation for her self about town. She's hardly a great philanthropist or a wealthy donor to good causes, but she does what she can and works hard to help others out. She's sincere in it and does it just because it's the right thing to do, and that honesty has given her a lot of good will. While she spends a lot of her time helping others, Monique is not a doormat. She lends a hand because it helped her and Angela get through a rough time and now she wants to give back. And she's more than given back, so she doesn't owe anybody anything. If you're in need she will go far out of her way to give you a hand, but try to abuse her kindness or waste her time with frivolous bullshit and you're going to get your rear end kicked out the door. Weakness [-2] Workaholic Having busted her rear end to get where she is today, Monique doesn't really do much in the way of relaxing. If she isn't busy with work, or trying to help somebody out, or on call for the Coast Guard, she worries that things might be falling apart again. And when that hits she gets majorly stressed out. She struggles to get any good sleep at all. She starts to get short and snappy with people, putting even those she may be trying to aid off. And it really puts her at odds with Angela, who has yet to learn the merits of work and responsibility. In one way this is good as she had shielded her younger sister from the worst of their childhood, but Monique still feels unappreciated. Weakness [-2] Little Sister One thing stands heads and shoulders above all of Monique's commitments as the single most important part of her life. Her little sister, Angela. She's been protecting and looking after her since they were both still kids, part and parcel with growing up in a broken home with an alcoholic mother. Their parents might as well have never been in the picture, she's always been her responsibility. If anything has driven her to where she is today, it's been so Angela doesn't have to go through what she did when she was her age. At seventeen she's not so little anymore, and they're starting to butt heads more and more, but she still needs looking after. Especially with how 'I'm seventeen and I know everything' she's been. Not to mention the stress Monique becoming an Extra has had on them. Supernatural: Adept [+2] Mermaid With fins, gills, and a 5ft long tail, Monique is able to alter her body into that of a fish. Or if you prefer, mermaid. Her legs fuse together and transform into a tail, visibly changing and gaining mass in an unknown Extra reaction. On land all this does is severely limit her movement, as losing your legs would do, but doesn't inhibit her breathing or otherwise put her in danger. In the water it enables her to breathe, stay underwater indefinitely to depths of more than 200 fathoms, and swim in excess of 60mph. With her tail being entirely muscle, it provides both powerful acceleration is is also a strong weapon if one is struck with its full force. Adept [+2] Electrosense - Technique: Interception - Technique: Bio-Feedback - Technique: Discharge Along with forming a tail, Monique has developed an electric organ. Unlike her tail it is present all the time, running the length of her body from her temples down her side to her legs or tail. This new organ allows her to perceive natural electrical stimuli and sense electrical emissions, effectively being able to 'see' by nothing more than the various types of electricity around her. With her electric organ Monique is able to not only feel local electrical fields, but also intercept them with some concentration. This allows her to hear, feel, or see many transmissions on the EM spectrum. As with many electrical fish, Monique can sense the bioelectrical fields generated by other living creatures. These fields are generated by all animals due to their nerve and muscle activity. Further to this, by getting a feel for how weak or strong this field is on an individual Monique can make a rough guess on how healthy or not they are. Like many aquatic animals with an electric organ, Monique can emit a strong electrical discharge from hers. So long as she is touching somebody with a part of her body that holds part of the electric organ, she can shock them very badly. Doing this puts a lot of strain on and exhausts the electric organ so for a while afterwards her electrosense is impaired until she can recover, but in a dangerous situation it just might be worth it. Weakness [-2] Scales Though her skin looks no different, Monique actually has scales now. While it is pretty much the same as having skin and aids her in swimming, the major problem in having scales is that Monique can no longer sweat through her skin. If she's not careful she can very easily overheat, or suffer from heat stroke. Not to mention maybe even dying. Though this is quickly fixed by diving into water, if she's stuck without anyway of getting into a pool or getting in front of an air conditioner or something, she's in a lot of trouble. Hinderance [-1] Pescetarianism Becoming an Extra has done something most peculiar to Monique's diet. While she can still eat food like normal, it just goes straight through her and provides little to no nutrition. To actually get any sustenance from what she's eating, it has to be raw seafood or sea vegetables. Only. Since discovering this she has bought a lot of Japanese cook books.
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Olivia Somewhere over the hill rambles the jaunty tune of a kazoo playing "The Ants Go Marching... To be honest, Nym has been spending most of the week planning for today. No, not for the EPI meeting. This weekend just happens to be time for Nym's 'Adventures in The Park.' She's spent countless hours on character designs, storyboards, and test-animations/rehearsals. Currently, before an audience of children, parents, and passerby, Nym puts on a living-chalk play in which two ant armies go to war over a misunderstanding about an insult to one side's ant princess and the other side's bumper strawberry crop. Fortunately, war is averted by the clever trickery of a wise, cunning grasshopper vagabond who befuddles them into realizing they have more in common than they do apart. At some point, most of the governmental departments in Oakland realized it was better to benefit from Psuedo Nym's talents than to waste time and resources chasing her down and trying to get in the way of her tags. Usually about once a month between March and November, the park and rec department pays Olivia to put on a living chalk show in Lakeside Park. Anyone who looks over the hill can see the show's just about finished. They can likely make out the figure of the wily grasshopper, having united the two hives, running off with their bumper strawberry crop and (besotted with him,) the ant princess, while the armies of both colonies trail behind. Olivia looks over her shoulder, up the hill, the ant deelie-boppers she wears on her hat as the ant-story narrator waggling, and waves, mouthing that she'll be there presently. ====== ==== Character ==== Sheet +4 Artist - Olivia lives and breathes for the creative impulse. Though she favors painting (with brush or spray-can,) she's also skilled with pencil and pen, and has dabbled in any number of other mediums. Her interest in comics and animation from an early age, when combined with her ability to bring her artwork to life have influenced her to develop a distinctly cartoon style, but she can render with impeccable drafted realism and detail as well. Overall, the act of expressing her mind's eye through her art is what keeps Nym sane and centered. Art is the one thing that easily, effortlessly overcomes Olivia's apathy toward planning. Give her a task that involves a true artistic challenge and be prepared to see Olivia come to life. It might actually be her only true love. In addition to her own works, Olivia follows the works of the masters, both old and new with an almost devout fascination, and Olivia's as likely to be able to tell you every detail about the process Michelangelo used in painting the Sistine chapel as she is to be able to verbally dissect the various components Jim Henson used to create his most intricate Muppets. Graffiti Queen Olivia's first true love is art, and graffiti was the lover who opened her eyes to what she can accomplish. As such, she's poured her heart into the art of the spray can, the medium which gave her a new lease on herself. With so much practice, her spray-paint creations possess that extra flair and stronger technique. Painter -Spray paint may be her primary go to of choice, but Olivia hasn't neglected her classics. She's adept with paint and canvas, and she doesn't carry around a staff-sized paint brush for nothing. +4 Lean, Mean, Graffiti Machine - Olivia's not just a pretty face. She's fast on her feet, quick to dodge, swift to slip through tight spaces, scramble up any handholds she finds, or to crack a bottle over someone's head. Growing up on the dangerous side of town requires a girl to grow up tough. Moving on to a career that involves putting up tags and paintings on inaccessible places that involve getting past chain link fences, across narrow ledges, around rubble and wreckage, and possibly through dangerously inhabited territory (possibly running into gang members, security bruisers, or other hazardous folks,) has turned Nym into a lean little bundle of energy, fitness, and surprisingly pugnacious strength. Stealthy & Sneaky- The lot of the urban tagger is often fraught with hazard and danger, and while some challenges can be met head on, some are best handled by sneaking out the side alley when the challenge's back is turned. Olivia knows how to move quiet, keep hidden, and cleverly utilize the art of distraction. +2 Opportunistic Initiative Olivia has always been able to make do with what she's got and make use of the darndest finds to fill in the gaps. Growing up poor and somewhat overlooked, this was an important talent, and by her teen years, Olivia was nearly a professional scrounge. After college, her skills served her well... and while Olivia isn't rich, she lives quite comfortably on the chances and venues she finds to make money from her creations and projects. She almost seems to have an instinct for wherever there's an opportunity to capitalize on, and is quick to pounce. +2 Charming, Charming Girl Olivia may not be a classical beauty, but she's quite pretty and carries herself a good deal further by dint of vibrant charisma. Confident and witty, with an acidic sense of humor, she talks her way in and out of trouble with ease, and makes friends easily (if not necessarily close friends.) Influencing Artist - With fast talk, banter, and just plain charm, Olivia has a way of steering people in the direction she intends. As cunning and tricksy as this sounds on the surface, she usually uses it to deflect trouble or deflate hostility. On the other hand, she's not entirely above using it to get her way, particularly from people who are too full of themselves, and of course she's a haggler of no small talent. Any artist who wants to sell her work should learn to be, after all. Performer - Likeable, bold, and energetic, Olivia has quite a stage presence. Whether putting on a live-paint street performance or a presentation for a potential patrons, she speaks clearly and emotes well before an audience, putting on a grand show. -2 Short-Sighted - Some might call Olivia unambitious. It's certainly hard to accuse her of laziness, with the sheer amount of planning, creativity, and work she puts into her art, but quite a few people wonder why she never parlayed her obviously skilled talents and local fame into something bigger. The truth is, outside of art, Olivia doesn't think big. Doing cool epic poo poo until she gets tired of it and settles down is about as close as she comes to a life plan. She's good at scrounging, good at making good on what she has, (her current reasonably comfortable lifestyle shows that,) but bad at seeing the long term or the big picture unless it's actually a mural. Add in a bit of a tendency to follow impulsive desire, and you find someone more willing to enjoy short term gains and simple pleasures than gamble on a distant payoff which may never occur. Long term planning that directly involves making a piece of artwork she can really sink her teeth into is an exception to her weakness of short sightedness. -2 Cynic - Olivia.. has trouble forming emotional attachments with others. She's charming, in an acerbic and witty manner; and makes pleasant acquaintances well, but she usually fails in feeling the deeper bond. Perhaps from a distant unaffectionate family life, perhaps from feelings of betrayal and bitterness at all of the obstacles placed in her way by society, Nym tends to believe, deep down, that everyone stands alone.It's just hard for her to trust. Combine this with a touch of selfishness half born of cynicism, and she doubts the existence of charity. Anyone offering something wants something in return, including herself, and anyone who says different is likely playing you for a fool. ===== Super-Powers ===== +2 Psionic Painter - Psuedo Nym is a pigmentokinetic. She psychically manipulates paint. Actually, according to EPI scientists, she manifests psycho-kinetic constructs with the power of her creative mind using paint as a base, either to ground her mind in her inventions, or her constructs in the physical world. Unfortunately, this hypothesis does little to explain her limited reality warping abilities, such as creating portable holes, doors on walls that actually lead to the other side, or tiny planets (say, the size of a compact car,) that ignore the Earth's gravity and can be walked around on as if they exhibit normal gravity (but only if you hop onto them,) all things Nym has created with her "magical" artwork. Put simply, Nym paints or draws things and they come to life and can affect the real world. Almost any 2D medium will do, pencil, ink, markers, chalk, charcoal, though she tends to prefer paint and spray-paint. She can create objects, creatures, and in a pinch very very small geography. As a general rule, Psuedo Nym's technicolor tulpa range up in size to max out at yak, and can range a football field or so in distance from her before reverting to ordinary paintings. If she goes unconscious, they suffer the same fate. Creating animated murals which have no physical effect on the world don't seem to have any size limit, though in practice the distance and consciousness rules do apply. It is worth noting that when she draws creatures (as opposed to objects,) though they often display quirky personalities, they are aspects of her own mind and follow her commands. Hasty Painter - Something about the magic of Nym's mind causes paint to leap to her brush and from brush to wall, (or spray-can, or marker, or ink-nub,) as if it's a thing alive and eager to please her. Sometimes, if you don't know any better it actually seems like she doesn't need to mix it or choose the colors by hand. At any rate, Nym's artistic alacrity is such that in a pinch she takes a mere fraction of the time, quite a handy trick when cornered without any pre-painted or befriended allies... or if she needs a fast exit. +2 Ink & Paint Girl - Perhaps some artists have a delicate touch, but Nym has always found it impossible to keep from splattering herself with paint, particularly working the really big murals. And since becoming an EPI, Nym has become thoroughly saturated with paint already charged by her own psychic essence. In effect, Nym has bonded with her own ability, literally becoming as much a creature of living ink and paint as flesh and blood. Unlike her Psionic Paint ability, this is innate, conscious or unconscious, and she couldn't turn it off if she wanted to do. As such, she possesses strange abilities related to the artistic mutability of form. She can stretch, squash, and contort her own body well beyond physical means, turn herself two-dimensional to flatten herself against a wall, bounce back from even grievous or fatal injuries as if a cartoon character, and generate her own minor special effects... it isn't uncommon to see a question mark appear above her head or angry sizzling squiggles, if vexed. Finally, and quite uniquely, Nym is able to draw minor alterations onto herself, such as an extra arm or prehensile tail, or shark's teeth, changing her height slightly, editing her features and physique in relatively small ways. She can only do this to herself, as only her body is canvas, art, and creature at the same time. Cartoon Physics - Inwardly focused, Nym's ink-paint physique and mild reality warping abilities combine within her such that she tends to operate as much by the rules of animation, as real physics. Nym has been known to hang in mid-air before falling, survive crazy accidents with only comical (and quite temporary) injuries, stow objects in ridiculously deep pockets, peel out before putting on a sudden supernormal burst of speed, or take advantage of the mutability of her matter, (ie, stretching, squeezing, and squashing,) among other sundry cartoonish tricks. And this is before you take into account that she can actually step into paintings and interact with them. -2 Erasable - Turpentine, paint thinner, bleach, industrial cleaners, all of the above are toxic to humans in the best of situations, but their effect on Nym is far worse. Mere contact with the stuff eats away at her paint-infused essence, causing her to grow wan, withered, and washed out, colorless and gray, feeble and sick. Her psychic creations suffer the same weakness, though their resistance depends on the solvency of the medium. A spray paint tiger won't sneeze at water, (and Nym has no problem swimming or showering either,) but an ox made of chalk might. -1 I Need Something to Draw With! - In order to create new living artwork, Nym needs the tools of the trade. Brushes, pens, spraycans, nubby crayons, something that can create lines or colors or gradations. This is mostly an inconvenience more than anything else, for she almost always carries dozens of implements, large to tiny on her person at a time, and even an office pen can do in a pinch. If she really, really has to, she can even use her own blood, which has an ink-like consistency... but that's really draining. Naturally, her own ink and paint body is already drawn into existence, so its cartoonish capabilities aren't affected by this limitation... unless she wants to draw new add-on features, of course. ==== I'll figure out my life points and append them shortly. For now, I'm up way too late! ====
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Dana Dominguez Monday 10:00 wake up 10:30 Meet Elena & practice 11:30 Breakfast with Elena 12:30-2:00 weightlifting A quiet day for me. I'd thought about leaving the bar closed, most people were still recovering from the weekend and only the really hard core drinkers came out nights. Still, we got enough business types and local shop owners in during the day for a lunch-time drink or a chat that we almost covered the costs of being open. Tuesday 10:00 wake up 10:30 Meet Elena & practice 11:30 Breakfast with Elena 12:30 weightlifting 2:00 Martial arts practice (solo katas) 3:30 shower, cleanup, get ready for lessons 4:00 5:00 6:00 7:00 check on bartender, mingle with patrons, try not to go crazy from empathic EPI 7:30 practice lesson with Izzy (free - she's getting really good) 8:00 group lessons, low attendance, again 9:00-11:00 Practica (a semi-public group practice dance time) Wednesday Same thing, different people until 9, two more privates, a guy and girl who actually show up. I've offered them the earlier time slots, but they like it here at night. Works for me - free entertainment for the nightclub customers. Heard about Tom Laird today. I lit some incense for him today and prayed he'd get well. I hope I do as well if I find myself in a similar position. Ever since I got my powers, the whole earth mother thing has meant a lot more to me. I tried sending good vibes his way, but there's no real way to tell if it did any good. I have to trust in our Mother. I just wish there was more I could do for him. Thursday Same as Tuesday, breakfast with Jean-Paul instead of Elena. Jean-Paul runs the very french restaurant Le Frou Frog a few blocks down. Cool guy, sometimes I take my advanced students over and we dance down the aisles between the tables until we get too drunk/tired to stand up. 9:00p.m.-2:00a.m. Milonga! The big tango dance event of the week. Used to do this on Friday's, but attendance has been dropping lately and it didn't feel right taking up Friday night at the bar anymore. Turnout was really good tonight. I'm still feeling happy about this. Friday) Usual morning routine, same thing until 4. Called my martial arts teacher today. "Hey Henry, how's it going? Oh, I'm sorry. She's a good kid, you'll get her turned around. Would you like me to try talking to her? No? Okay. No, no, I understand, I'm just glad we're talking again. Good luck, man, I'll light a candle for you and your daughter." I really wanted to talk to him about practicing again, but it didn't seem like the right time to push. I've started bringing in local bands for Friday night. They bring in the crowds, but its not the same as the grand dance parties I used to hold. Saturday After finishing my normal morning routine I called a cab and steeled myself for the trial that going anywhere in the city had become. "Good morning Joe, how are you doing today? Good good, how're your kids doing? Really? That's great! Yeah, pick me up at the usual location please. I'm meeting some people at Lincoln park today. I'll probably be giving you a call in a few hours for a ride back too." I chatted familiarly with the cabbie when he picked me up, this had become a routine over the past six months, if not a comfortable one. As soon as we encountered the heavy traffic on the highway a wave of negative emotions rolled over me and it was all I could do to avoid sobbing with the pain as I curled up into a ball on the back seat. Today was going to be a bad day. Arriving at the park was a welcome relief. All those happy people and especially the uncomplicated joy of children helped me pull myself back together by the time we stopped. Gathering up a couple bottles of wine and some truffles I'd made the night before I left the driver a healthy tip and headed for the meeting point. Even in the park though, I'd catch flashes of emotions from unhappy spouses, one woman contemplating a divorce, and... someone getting bullied, mabye? Today was going to be a very bad day. I pasted a smile back on my face as I saw Nym's grasshopper scampering off and headed for the group. Mostly girls so far, just like a milonga. For some reason, more women were willing to try dancing than men. LLSix posted:QUALITIES (All fluff is from my character's point of view)
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Grant Rogers "There's a right way and a wrong way to do this, Grant. The right way takes time and money. The wrong way...you don't want to know about the wrong way." "Freddie..." Grant snarls into his cellphone, nearly cracking it with his grip, "There is a right way and a wrong way. The right way is that you wait a goddamn week until I can get you the money. The wrong way is you don't and I break your fingers." He's had to go through quite a few cellphones since getting his powers. The cheap burner phones are better for him anyway. No credit checks. A man dressed in a business suit standing just outside of the garage calls in. "Hey, I need you to get my car down. I can see that it's done and I've got poo poo to do today." "Just a minute, sir!" Grant turns back to his phone. "You've really got nothing?" "Hrmmm...Well, not nothing. I don't think he's left the city but--" The guy calls in again, "Hey, rear end in a top hat, I don't have all day here!" Grant tries to wave him off. "Sorry, what was that?" "I said he hasn't left Oakland, but I don't know where he is in Oakland. It's a big place. He's either got to start doing jobs again or--" The idiot starts banging on the office glass and pointing at his watch. "Car. Down. Time=Money. You are wasting mine." Freddie chuckles into the phone. "Sounds like you're busy. Call me back when you're serious." Grant's phone shatters in his hand. "Alright! You want your car down? I'll GET your drat car down!" Grant stomps over to the lift and with a grunt of effort, heaves the car off the blocks and onto his shoulders. He walks it out of the garage as the stunned man watches, then drops it off his shoulders in front of him. "We replaced the alternator, the brake pads, saw that the fluid was low so we topped you off on that and gave you a general tune-up--free of charge. And, as you can see, your shocks are better than they've ever been." He shoves a clipboard in the man's face. "Sign here. Cash, check, or credit?" "Ch-ch-check," he stutters, handing it over after signing the invoice. "We've had some trouble with checks lately, so I'm just gonna ask you up front--is this going to go through?" "Yes!" "Good," He tosses the keys to the terrified man. "Drive safely now!" An older man, dressed in the typical well-greased uniform of the garage, walks over to Grant just shaking his head. The patch reads 'Jerry'. "You got to me more gentle with the clients, Grant! You got to handle them with finesse, even if you want to deck 'em. Aw, heck, suppose it's for the best. If you could handle people like you do a wrench, you sure wouldn't be working for me and Joe!" "Where is Joe, by the way?" Grant wipes the grease from his hands. The rag's only slightly less greasy than his hands--should have one more cleaning in them left. "Buying parts. He says he's found a deal that'll 'make our heads spin' " "Aw, jeez, don't tell me--he went to Maurice again. Last time I spent weeks combing through that pile and what little I could use I still had to spend hours calibrating, scraping off the rust--even before labor, he put you in the red." Jerry just throws up his hands. "Oh, you know Joe. He gets something into his head it's best to just ride it out. And it usually balances out, always has, since we were kids. You did find that piece Mr. Gurnfelder needed for his Studebaker, didn't you?" Grant laughs, "Yeah, I even found him a new hood ornament in that heap. Should have seen his face light up!" "See? That's my brother for you. A bit of a screw-up sometimes, but...there's always a silver lining, and he always comes through." Jerry glances at his watch. "Hey, look at the time, aren't you suppose to go to that Freakmeet'n'greet soon?" "You're never going to let me miss one of those, are you?" Grant asks with a smirk. "Not so long as you need to--You don't need to tell me where you been or what you done, boy, but I can tell a good seed from a bad one and you're not a bad seed. But staying away from those meetings is too risky for someone like you. Even more than just hiding out in the garage of two senile old mechanics." Grant puts his hand on Jerry's shoulder and then turns back to the office to collect one of his backup cellphones. He's got a drawerful, and at least the card on the last one had mostly run out. Grant Grant arrives in a Raiders cap and full-on Aviators. Nice day to be out, though, he thinks, and he can see why they chose this park to meet. Wish they had parks like this when I was a kid. You know, ones without hypodermic needles in the sandboxes. He shrugs and heads over to the group. How do you start a conversation with...what are they all supposed to be called now? Not freaks...EPIs, that's it. Because they're Extra something something. "So...How about that Tom Laird guy? Real shame about what happened to him. Saw a thing about it on the news." Mr. Fowl posted:Grant Rogers Mr. Fowl fucked around with this message at Feb 7, 2013 around 20:31 |
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Lee Monday begins with getting up late. Sunday night was, well, it was something. It's something of a regular habit, and there's a reason his Monday fitness classes begin a bit later than usual. He's not stupid enough to turn up to work all tanked out of his mind but with the rings around his eyes and the grin on his face, it's clear that he had a good night. Still, his regular sparring partner, Neema, manages to catch him with a surprise hook and actually floors him. Or seems to. That was a trick. It made her feel a bit better though. Tuesday, Wednesday, those are normal days. Weights, boxing, ignoring the looming Olympics. He ponders telling Neema about his EPI status but, after hearing that a woman had been murdered because of it, decides not to. Thursday is, however, when he trains Monique, another EPI. She's in something of a bad mood - and makes good on her word to punch him in the face. The gloves help to dull the impact. He doesn't ask why she's so bothered. Some people just like to work things out in the ring. Friday passes without incident. But it's another night at a few clubs. This weekend, Lee thinks, is going to be a good one. Providing he can make it through the EPI meeting. Lakeside's a nice park, Lee thinks. He's played baseball here once or twice. One of the joggers waves to him, recognising him from the gym. He shows up in a standard jeans and t-shirt combo with a day's worth of unshaven stubble. "Yeah, man," Lee says to Grant as he approaches, "It's some crazy poo poo. Takes a real piece of work to disrupt a candlelight vigil." He moves around the group to greet everyone. "So, no sandwiches this week?" quote:Lee Connor
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| # ? Feb 8, 2013 06:01 |
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Monique Davis Her minds goes back to earlier that week. "I'm just saying that some people aren't okay with Extras yet." Too drat true. "Ugh." She joins in the topic of Tom Laird. "The worst part about it is that he's only there because he was helping with that storm. People would have died if he didn't help, and people still hate Extras so much that they have to gatecrash his vigil." Monique shakes her head. "I know it's depressing, but I'm not really surprised. I have people freaking out about the mermaid thing. In the middle of being rescued."
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Dana "The, well, normals, for lack of a better word, are not all bad. By all reports, they showed up in droves to honor Tom as the hero he is. When he was attacked, they were the ones who fought to defend his well sick bed. For that matter just look around us. No-one is harrassing us right now, and we are a pretty conspicuous bunch. I just hope if I ever find myself in a situation like that, I will have the strength to make the same choice Tom did." "Monique, I bet some of the people you have rescued are grateful, si?" LLSix fucked around with this message at Feb 8, 2013 around 16:12 |
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Monique Davis "Don't say that." Monique jumps on Dana right after he says 'normals'. "Making it an 'us' and 'them' thing won't do anybody any favours." "Well, yeah. Coast Guard. They don't call us because they have a flat, you know."
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Jacinda A few looks. Some pointing, mostly young kids whose mothers gently scold them. Jacinda's resisted urges to point or wave back, until Andromeda arrives through one of her holes. Eyebrows rise when she spies the blanket and basket, as she waves in return. "Andromeda!" So now she looks weird, and she's with someone famous. So. A blanket picnic. Don't those attract... ...the sound of Olivia's performance drifts in from over the hill. Yeah. Those. "God, yeah. The networks were totally lit up about that poor guy. You'd think those idiots thought he caused that storm in the first place." She shakes her head, frowning. "Morons." Those come in all flavors, EPI and not.
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Andromeda "Afternoon, all," Andromeda says, shaking out the blanket and laying it down. "No sandwiches today, but I've got cheese and crackers and wine," she offers up, taking a seat and opening up the basket, pulling out items as she discussed them. "You're doing good work, Monique, don't let anybody tell you different." Kind of busy this weekend, sorry for slow-posting.
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Olivia Rather all of a sudden, the kazoo playing increases in volume, as cresting the hill scurries the peculiar sight of the wily grasshopper, with a pretty red ant princess in tow and a prize strawberry slung across his back.  About four foot tall and three foot tall respectively, with the strawberry about the size of a beach ball, the chalk couple race along the path past the EPI picnic. They are soon followed by a furious and raging band of red and black ants, rendered more as a conglomerate mob of extras than individuals. The last straggler over the hill is Nym, dressed like an old-time troubadour, with a pair of ant feelers poking out of her hat. She pauses at the top of the hill and turns to wave cheerfully at her audience, then, as if afraid she’ll be left behind, jumps and whirls, spinning her legs in the air before scrambling off after the ant horde. In truth, once she’s over the hill and out of sight of the audience, Nym rushes over to the EPI group, skidding to a stop in the grassy sod, “Sorry, sorry I’m late!” she apologizes with a breathless smile, “Some of the kids started asking the ant chamberlain questions, and I had to kind of roll with it,” making the requisite rolling gesture with her two hands, “Improvising added some time to the performance. But sometimes with a live show you need to break the fourth wall to maintain belief, you know.” Her ant feelers bob expressively as she talks. Drakli fucked around with this message at Feb 10, 2013 around 09:59 |
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A boy with a shaggy mop top, not yet in his teens, follows Nym up the hill with his little sister, who looks three or four years younger. He's all but dragging her behind him. "Miss Nym!" The boy squawks. The girl is red faced, sort of hiding behind her older brother. "Miss Nym! Miss Nym!" The boy stops at the edge of the picnic blanket, "My name's Larry. This is my sister Lucy...and she loved your show today... I did too, and it's her birthday this week, and while we were watching I wanted to... I mean... I thought it would be really neat if you'd draw her... I don't know... a card or something?" He lets the request hang in the air for a second, "Sorry for following you, but I didn't want to ask you down there because I thought if I asked so would everybody else and it might be like in school when you have to bring enough for everyone if you bring in cupcakes or candy..." He trails off, staring at Jacinda, then slowly processing the others. "Wait...you're... are you all... Super Heroes? So cool!" xian fucked around with this message at Feb 10, 2013 around 19:40 |
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Jacinda Wine and cheese? Oh, that's a totally different kind of pest. There are still ants, though they're focused on their own troubles, racing off past the blanket instead of toward it. Jacinda watches the pair go by first, tracking with a steady turn of her head, then repeats with the second group. "Those ants must be pissed: they're definitely not going two-by-two." There are uninvited guests coming up fast though. Or steadily, anyway; it's hard to be fast, half-dragging a person behind you. Awkward. Kids? Doubly awkward. They'll probably have somebody looking for them too. Even more awkward. Still, kids. Jacinda tries to put on a friendly face in the face of Larry's goggling. Kids stare, they don't know any better. It gets easier when he asks if they're super heroes. "Well, I don't know about anyone else here, but I think I'm just a girl with funny-colored hair, and that's nowhere as special as a birthday!" Jacinda looks past Larry's shoulder, trying to make eye contact with the elusive Lucy. "Happy birthday, Lucy! How old are you this week?" Jacinda keeps her ears open for the sound of someone calling the children's names, though her senses are definitely mundane. At least they're at the top of a hill; it should be easier for someone to see them all up here.
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"Seven." Lucy peeps, holding seven fingers up in front of her face. Neither Jacinda, nor anyone else, for that matter, hear parents shouting for Larry and Lucy.
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Lee "Cheese, crackers and wine? Well, that's not something I'm used to." But neither are all those ants, even if Nyx brought them into being, maybe especially if. And Lee's not good with kids either, or he doesn't think he is, because it reminds him too much of his own childhood. So, Lee takes a step back and lets Jacinda handle it. He decides to go poke around the food and see what's happening over there. Maybe Andromeda brought some sort of dessert? To Lee, this is already feeling like it's going to be a very strange day.
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Dana Dominguez Aaand there goes Jacinda. Dana thinks a heartfelt thank you at her. She gave him time to put the wine bottles down and place the chocolate truffles by Lee. He squatted so his head was on the same level as the kids. "Seven! That's a very big age and deserves a very big gift." Taking a dollar bill out of his pocket he holds it up and shows it to them, before deftly folding it into a tiny crane. "Happy Birthday Lucy." I hold the crane out to the shy little girl. "Did your parents bring you to see Nym's show?" 
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Nym Olivia winces and droops her shoulders sheepishly as she glances at Andromeda, antenna wilting in expectation of being chewed out for interrupting the EPI meeting. “Er, yes,” she murmurs, putting on a smile for the kids, “A birthday’s worth a card at the very least,” she straightens up and starts patting herself down. Unfortunately, she doesn’t exactly carry blank gift cards around with her, but she does locate a sketchpad amongst the many pencils, markers, chalk-sets, spray-cans, bits of construction paper, and other random artwork gear she hides upon her person, everyday. She tears off a sheet and folds it in several ways to form a thick gift-card-like shape. Giving the matter a moment of thought and several prisma-color markers, she sketches out a picture of the Wiley Grasshopper running away with a really big strawberry, a squad of ants scurrying not far behind. However, the inside of the card reveals the grasshopper putting the strawberry on top of a gigantic cake, while the ants “chasing” him were actually carrying tubes of frosting, and several of them now assist the grasshopper in decorating the birthday cake. The back of the card shows the squad of ants all lifting up the complete (and delicious looking) on a platter, while the grasshopper gestures to the viewer as if offering the birthday girl to blow out the candles. Underneath, she writes, ~Happy Birthday Lucy, from Psuedo Nym, and whole gang from Bugland!~ Handing the card over with a little spark of her power, she makes the grasshopper on the back wave and wink at Lucy, while the ants cheer. ====== +4 Artist with +2 Psionic Painter & the Fast Painter technique to speed-draw a lovely little card for Lucy’s birthday.
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Andromeda "Then you, my friend," Andromeda says to Lee, passing him a paper cup with some red wine in it, "are missing out. It's great for picnics. Casual grazing. Mmm. There's a good tapas place on the peninsula we should check out for our next meeting." She crouches back down to fish into the cooler, and she produces a small box from the bottom. She clicks it open as she walks over to join the group, and holds it out to Lucy, "Cupcake?" she offers.
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Lucy takes the crane, "Thank you." She says to Dana. "Our parents bring stuff to sell at the greenmarket by the Lake every Saturday. We help them out but they let us come see Nym." Larry explains. Larry and Lucy both give their full attention to Nym as she works up her card, when she hands it over to Lucy, Larry beams as his boldness for his sister is rewarded. Lucy regards the card with wonder and when she opens it an almost inaudible "Oooh..." escapes from her mouth. She runs her finger along the line of text as she reads it, and then turns the card over to the back, "This is the best present ever!" Larry watches his sister with the card and couldn't look happier. Andromeda hands her the cupcake and Lucy says, "Thank you! thank you! thank you! thank you! thank you! thank you!"
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Jacinda Does every seven year old do that five-and-two fingers thing? Probably. Jacinda can remember doing it too. Smiling, she shifts back as Nym produces a card and other impromptu gifts for the birthday girl materialize. She doesn't have anything to offer; maybe if she hadn't already snipped off the latest flower to sprout from her 'do, but she's never felt cut flowers really cut it as a birthday present. Too transient. "That's good of you two. I bet they like the help," Jacinda smiles at Larry, as his younger sister goes into thank-you overdrive. "And nice of you to bring your sister to come see Nym." Shouldn't say sweet, though it is. Don't want to embarrass him.
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Dana Dominguez Dana is horrified by the sight of Andromeda giving someone else's kid food. Especially, he almost shudders, sweets. That pair are going to be bouncing off the walls now, and there aren't even any walls here. What if she's allergic to gluten? What if she's lactose intolerant? Vegan? What if she was diabetic and the sugar in the cupcake was about to send her into a coma? Great Mother preserve us; what if the story about their parents was just a cover and the kids were really helping the cops with a sting operation to catch pedophiles!? Dana's mind swirled around and around with terrible possibility after calamitous result until his knees felt weak and collapsed, depositing him in a heap on the ground. Maybe he should have had something besides mimosas for breakfast. I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings and I don't really think this way.
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Monique Davis All of this was well and good, but Monique had no say one way or the other on it. She was already dozens of metres away from the whole thing, on her phone trying to get back to Fiona. "Yeah, hey Fi? You know that EPI thing I told you about? Well. Funny thing. Turns out I'm actually totally free for today after all. We still on?"
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Lee Lee pops one of the truffles in his mouth, chews it for a moment longer. "Yo, Dana," he says, finally, "Get up, your set's not over yet."
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Andromeda Having precisely zero experience with children, none of those things occur to Andromeda. She was a kid. She loved cupcakes. These are kids, therefore they love cupcakes. QED. "Dana?" Andromeda asks as the man swoons. "Have fun kids," she waves to them and she heads back to the blanket. "Is he okay?" Andromeda asks Lee. Andromeda clears her throat and raises her voice to TA level, "Hey everybody, let's get this together," she says. She gestures around the blanket and takes a seat herself. Once everybody's collected she smiles and claps her hands together. "Alright. Good to see you all again. Glad we haven't lost anybody. How's the week been? I'll start, I guess. I was at Colorado State on...Thursday," she says, "for a physics conference. There were some protesters, the whole 'freaks go home' thing." She shrugs, as if to throw it off her shoulders. "But when people walked out of my talk, that....that was harsh."
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"Oh, no!" Fiona says, "I just ate! But I'm up for anything, what did you have in mind?" ~~~ Noting the swooning Dana and knowing how to take a hint, Larry leads Lucy, both of them now bursting with thank yous, back towards the Green Market, "Red Hill Farm!" he turns back and says proudly, "That's the name of our farm."
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Olivia Olivia's response to the cavalcade of 'thank you's' with a smile and a theatrical bow, "You're most certainly welcome!" She leans conspiratorially close to the duo, and says, "Just, please do me a favor. Mom and Dad are fine, but don't let any other kids know you got a card from Nym until after you leave the park. Wait until tomorrow if you can." She gives a lopsided grin, "I need a head-start before other kids start asking me for the same thing." That said, she sketches out an gawky ant soldier in an army helmet (who coincidentally looks a bit like Don Knotts;) to accompany the duo back over the hill to their folks, so they aren't walking the park alone. With the kids gone, Nym literally zips back over to sit with the rest of the EPI group, skidding on her knees up next to Andromeda. Her antenna wobble a bit with the inertia. She gives her host a sympathetic smile, "That had to be pretty sickening," she suggests, "I'd have expected doctors and science students to be more interested in physics than your personal genetics."
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Monique Davis "You're the one who wanted to take me out for some fun you know." Monique retorts back, easily ambling her little self away. "Umm… how about I just swing by and we'll work it out then?"
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Lee Lee takes a seat on the blanket, chewing one of the truffles. "Yeah," he says in regards to Dana, "He seems fine." He listens intenly as Andromeda talks. "People actually walked out? Ouch. It makes my week seem pretty easy by comparison - boxing and work. You know, and ignoring it when everyone talks about the Olympics. That, uh- That sucks, y'know?"
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Nym Olivia's jaws are more elastic than your average person's, and she easily tucks a whole cupcake into her mouth. After savoring the treat with a smile, she muses, "I wonder if they'll have superhero Olympics someday. I wouldn't be surprised." Tilting backwards and folding hands behind her head, she reclines on her corner of the picnic cloth, "Folks enjoy watching super-people go head to head. It's the whole reason Marvel and DC are still in business, after all."
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DanaMilky Moor posted:Lee Dana hears Lee's voice as is from a far distance and uses it as a lifeline to drag himself back to reality. When he comes to he sees the, healthy, happy kids walking away. Looking embarrassed, he joins the others sitting on the picnic cloth. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. I haven't been feeling like myself lately. Maybe if I should eat something, can I try that cheese you brought Olivia?" Turning to Lee: "Why do you try and ignore it when people talk about the Olympics, Lee? Were you planning on competing?"
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Jacinda Smiling, Jacinda waves to the kids as they head back down the hill. Cute tykes. Good advertisers. She'll remember Red Hill if she ever comes out here for market. Kind of a trip for groceries though. And Dana's coming to, or stopping faking. Not a good scene either way. Jacinda's more focused on the one Andromeda describes, scowling at the image of people getting up and walking out as the other woman takes the podium. "Bunch of trolls," she states, shaking her head. The Internet may change at an incredible pace, but some bits of nomenclature remain stubbornly wedged into their niches. "Knew you'd be there, could have left during a break, but wanted to 'make a statement'." Gently waving her arms as she air-quotes, any resemblance to a tree is strictly coincidental. "Only the statement they've made is 'I'm a goatse.'" Yeah, that one's left a lingering impression on the 'net too.
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Andromeda Rommie nods a few times in response to the others. "It's become a real problem with my papers. Not that I'm in academia anymore, but I still want to publish, to contribute." She huhs at Dana and Nym, "Maybe. Everybody seems to get different stuff, so it'd be hard to do competitions like the Olympics. How many people can you get into the hundred-meter teleport?" she asks aloud. She wrinkles her nose slowly at Nym, though, "That sounds too much like wrestling," she says with distaste. She looks over to Monique, still on her phone, and tries to wave her over.
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Nym Still reclining, Olivia waggles a finger insolently in the air, "Wrestling is an Olympic sport." At least, she's reasonably sure it is. She hasn't exactly done the research. "Not WW Whatever it is, but real wrestling. And everybody in the Olympics wears a uniform, so it can't be about the costumes."
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Monique Davis This waving from Dr. Brown was for naught though, as the meet-up thus far was far too nonsensical for the most no-nonsense Monique. Especially when she could blow it off for something she actually wanted to do, and wasn't coerced into doing by a mammoth biotech conglomerate who had her genome on file.
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Lee Lee mulls over what Dana just said to him as he chews on another chocolate truffle. Someone should probably take those away from him. "Yeah," he says, slowly, as if he's surprised at the question. "Didja zone out when I said that? Well, I think I said it. Yeah, it hurts a bit." He shakes his head at Nym. "You're never gonna get Olympics with people like us. Y'can't have someone with lightspeed running doing the hurdles against someone who's got mind powers. It's not fair."
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Jacinda "That depends if the mind guy can make the sprinter think they're a chicken or something, and do the circuit while the sprinter's scratching," Jacinda says.
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