Sigilian

...and Amanda Vines has the latest on an apparent hacking attack in the Aeon Systems. Amanda, any further developments?

"Yes, John. Seems like some kind of attack designed to embarrass the good Doctor. Security services are currently examining the only thing that an insider has termed as a clue - a message that states: 'Big enough for you, Cyber? Love, S.'"

Keep us up to date, Amanda. Meanwhile, in Grandville, Lord Recluse has stated that...

((Y'know, Unending Scream would make a joke about being big and active, but he's sadly on the run after being accused of hacking the Corporation's systems. The Corporation are on the look out for anyone who may have seen Scream...))

Fair enough - I'll reawaken this during the week after seeing a few people might want it.

Thanks, all!

I'll keep this one saved for future use; looks like it will take a lot of planning. If people find themselves wanting to do this in the future, give me a shout.

Hello all.

Oddly enough, it appears Karsis is still talking to my Level 17 fire\fire tanker, and asking for 8 people to join in.

I'll be on around 2pm today, and will see how many others I can drag in to do this...

Send a shout to @Sigilian or Flaymebird at that time!

I have a Fire\Fire Tanker, level 16. Let me know if you'd like Flaymebird to join in

Thanks for the party!

I'm sure it'll work its way into some writeups...

Love the nice new front page; I'm sure Red Commissar will get more fan mail than before now

Only tweak with it - the 'banner graphic' that's just under the main navigation and intro block at the top of the page is a wee bit too wide...

But I've got more stuff to add on, so hey, am I caring much?

Hmm, good point - I'm carefully with my button pushing, but I also know the pain of saving over a document in Word.

Might I suggest that people follow Pious' details! I'll make sure I amend my editing in case I break things. With great power comes... hey, that saying *does* go well here

BTW, I'm nothing to do with the running of the place, so please correct my points above - this is just what I've done to edit wikis in the past!

Quick tips for those not used to wiki-dom (I know, 'cos I was one!). These are the tips I followed to create Restora and Lady Arotser on the wiki...

- Register yourself a username
- Use 'upload files' on the left to upload a picture of yer hero \ villain \ evil-furry-cat
- Look in the character directory on the Wiki, and admire it
- click the 'edit button' then copy all the code for that character (I find this easier than using the template on a new wiki - especially if I didn't understand what I was doing and broke the templates!)
- cancel your edit
- search for your character name 'Fred Bloggs' for example
- when it says that page doesn't exist, click on edit
- paste the template you'd copied previously
- edit the items to make it your own
- and when you save - a shiny new character is there

Rinse, repeat, enjoy.

I love wiki!

Great fun - I've started adding a couple of characters already!

Restora gestured to the stream of school children heading away from the Kings Row station. She waved ahead to her companion who hovered slightly ahead of the kids and their teacher. All had gone quiet for a few moments.

"Get them into the Van, and into Pocket D - the rest of the heroes there can make sure they get to a safe place," said the man. "You sure you can't get some of your old friends in the Overwatch to..."

Restora shook her head, her white coat flapping behind her. "I... I distanced myself from them when I'd had the problem with..."

A hissing, screeching noise broke into the air, and the man yelled something, focussing a blast of radiation at a point just past Restora's shoulder. Screaming, she darted forward and rolled out of the way as something twisted, purple and evil tried to leap at her.

Freezing the thing with a blast of Ice, Restora ran towards the kids, as, screaming, they started to scatter.

"Jennifer, get them out of here!" yelled the man. Glancing at the van, Restora saw the girl with the tentacles for arms ushering some of the less frightened kids into the van and through the portal to Pocket D. Restora glanced to the left, and saw three of the children running for the shelter of a nearby building.

Cursing the day the aliens first set foot on Earth, Restora ran down the side steet - with the Rikti scouts here it would only be a matter of time before a full strike force descended on the area...

nvm - can't make it now, cursed sunday chores...

((Ah - we may well find out who that other one is... I'll be back in game soon; busy with RL stuff for a week, but back tomorrow!))

For those who are wondering - here's a sketch of Restora and her alternate...

http://img527.imageshack.us/img527/6...arotseriu9.png

((Can't get the image embed works, so it must not be here - ah well!))

Jennifer hung up the suit in the wardrobe. She could not keep the smile from her face - hired, by Icon! Of course, she was only working as a 'consultant designer' - she'd made it clear that her first duty was to the Overwatch.

She strolled across the room, contemplating the day's events. She remembered the hunt for the device that would affect hero's minds, turn them into villains, and she remembered the Arachnos Base, and how it...

...dropped the glass of water and watched dumbly as it smashed against the Base's floor. Looking around, Jennifer didn't quite know how she'd got there. She remembered sorting out her uniform, and the mission... She rubbed her temples as the headache flared back up. She'd really have to get an appointment to get that seen to - perhaps it was something to do with the rate at which her powers were expanding.

"Increased mutation as a result of much gnarliness. Dude!" she quipped, trying to imitate Fallen Dragon, and failing miserabley. It didn't even raise a smile on her face. She turned to the phone, thinking to book an appointment, and noticed the number scribbled into the notepad beside the receiver. She craned her neck over to view the note, and - out of the corner of her eye - spotted her reflection in the mirror that hung over the phone.

Only it wasn't her. And it was looking directly at her. And screaming.

Her once-pristine white suit was being laundered. Again.

Jennifer grimaced at the thought of actually putting it back on - but then again, she supposed that she'd have to. She really should see if she could get those designs sent on to Icon. She could hardly be known as "Restora - Smelliest Hero in the Land".

She recalled last nights events all too clearly; working in the Overbook during the morning, and then Noetic's call that he'd found another clue leading to the Zombie-doctor's latest nasty plan. Which, of course, was in the sewer. Again. Just once, Restora thought, she'd like to come up against some really high class villains. So saying, she remembered the cool-eyed Arbiter Sands whoms he had teamed up with earlier in the day. He'd given her his calling card, and she'd slipped it into her pocket...

Reaching forward, she pulled the now soggy, ruined card from her pocket. She could still read the details on it.

Thoughtfully, she chewed her lip, and reached forward to pick up the phone...

Jennifer was not amused. She pushed the pile of books off the co-ordinators desk, and moved the cracked mug off the stack of maps. Rifling through the papers, she found the map of Skyway City, and saw the warehouse circled in red.

An enquring voice came from the room at the other end of the still-being-renovated base. Jennifer wasn't entirely sure what had been said, but she made an informed guess.

"Yes!" she bellowed, "And no thanks to you, psych-guy."

Another question rumbled back.

"Of course I did. And you'll want to watch out for the box of salvage items. The city council lot just dumped it right outside your..."

There was a loud crash, followed by some very well disguised swearing. Rolling her eyes, Jennifer pocketed the map and made for the portal. She had a packed day ahead of her. First, she'd deal with this 'mission' the co-ordinator had given her - and then a quick trip downtown to pick up the food shopping, and then...

...she paused, looking at herself in the mirror. Her cheap, white leather bodysuit framed her small body, her ice-blue hair glittering slightly in the odd half-light that the base lights cast. She stuck her lower lip out. Wonderful. Fashion Student. Mutant. Part-time Overwatch member. "And I look like a cheap ****." she said outloud.

The negative from the other room echoed throughout the base. "Thank you, co-ordinator!" she sang. And considered throwing a few ice daggers into his bedroom.

Jennifer sighed and resolved that she'd model her own designs, just as soon as she could persuade the University to fund the project she was working on. She thought back to her brief visit to Pocket D, and the hunteress with the horse-hide leathers, and then... she blushed, remembering the guy who had leered at her - Toxic? She shook her head. Bad news there, she felt.

"I'm going outside!" Jennifer called out. "Restora to the rescue!"

She cringed. She'd *have* to change that battle cry. It was almost as bad as the white leather suit...

Restora sat against the wall of the echoey room, and tried to get comfortable. Noetic had let her crash there after inviting her to join the Overwatch.

It had already been a hectic day; chasing down bits of information about the Circle's ritual that had - according to that purple-haired-thunder-guy - activated her genetic structure or something... This was a bit too much for a girl training to be a designer. "To think that I wanted to be a cape costume designer..." she sighed outloud.

Noetic looked up from her, from his place at the base's small computer, then went back to work, tracking down information about the zombie-guys plans to poison the city's water supply.

So much she'd found out in one day. Zombies. Ice-flinging trolls, where she'd first met the Dragon-man and Noetic. And also a strange, otherworldly club called Pocket D - although she hadn't been there yet. She wondered if thunder-guy went there? Perhaps she'd get a change to ask why the hell he rescued her, if all that was going to happen was that she was going to become a freak.

Restora sighed, and fell asleep, her dreams still rough-edged. But perhaps there was a small glimmer of hope, thanks to the Overwatch; they must have got to her in time.