Soul Train

As a commentary on modern prisons being 'schools for crime' and stuffed full of the types of folks that would do this (prisoners and guards both) yeah. But it's pretty bleak if it's being marketed wholesale as an origin point for villains in general.

/agreed

it makes ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE for 'civilians' to be in the vault. The guards would be telling them to lie down on the floor so as not to get shot... and the robbers would be using them as hostages.

The fact that they get in the way by running around in a panic screws up the villians, yet the guards have no issues shooting THRU them at the criminals??

Yeah. RIGHT.

I want to be able to 'capture' one and as long as I keep him nearby, automatically Placate every guard in range... then toss the hostage aside and disappear. Of course, there might be a rogue guard that just shoots the hostage... "take them out of the equation"... but hey... that'll be fun too.

Civvies in a firefight = collateral damage. get with it, devs!

(( Yah I know. Am in TRAINING all day... but able to check in on breaks and such... oh Viiiic-tooor.... where ARRE YOoouuu?))

Cool, thanks Manti.


And as an aside to the poster who mentioned Bo and Luke Duke...

They use bows and arrows because of the terms of their parole/probation. They may NOT own/possess firearms of any kind.

There were a few episodes where someone 'borrowed' Coltrane's pistol (thereby getting it out of the hands of a dangerous incompetent) or Jesse's shotgun... but Bo and Luke fell back on arrows and dynamite because such items were NOT an automatic go-back-to-jail card.

Perhaps instead of individual targets, the drones should just teleport any opposing faction in range to a random hotspot on the map -- where they are then held in a level 50 immobilization field for 30 seconds.

Or, to quote SMERSH, "In Soviet Russia, opposing hospital camps YOU! Heheheh!!!"

Kashaye looked up from an oscilliscope as Gwen entered the lab.

"Hi Gwen... hey... what's bugging you? You look like you got kicked in the stomach."

"It's... Roselyn. You know, that agent that I went with to Legion, to drop off that package? She's been fingered as a spy."

Kashaye's jaw dropped. "Wait, is this the same Roselyn that you described as ..."

"YES!! And I KNOW her, Shay! She's honorable, she's forthright... there's no way she could..."

"hey... we've been fooled before. Remember that mimic kid? The one with the green hair or whatever itw as? She suckered me. Maybe Roselyn suckered you."

"NO! It's not possible. There's no way, I'd have seen it... "

Wh'appen to Firewa11 anyway? Still around?

Gwen entered the office and saw Sykes attempting to look busy, while Clarisa paced.

Just as she took this all in, her phone buzzed again.

Holding up a finger to ask Clarisa for a second (and receiving a curt nod in return), Gwen answered it.

"Yes? He is? Good. Show Mr. Jaramillo to Ms. Feynman's office. Immediately."

Feral

(her name's Feral Tigress, for Bob's sake! )

And no spaying or neutering, she's married. And she WANTS to have kittens, BADLY.

A loud THUMP! sounds on the roof of the car, as Feral Tigress lands on it to hitch a ride between stations...



followed immediately by a YOWL! of frustration as she slides off the back of the car and lands on the tracks on her butt.



"OK, whose bright idea was it to make it so you CAN'T ACTUALLY LAND on mobile objects???"

CHARACTER NAME: Baroness Samedi
APARTMENT NUMBER/LOCATION: 4th floor studio, #403
STORYTELLER: ProfessorBlues
THEME SONG: "Live and Let Die" (Guns n Roses?) "Trouble Comin' Everyday" (Frank Zappa)
SHORT DESCRIPTION: expatriate Haitian voodoo priestess - black, 6'3", 180 lbs, brown hair, brown eyes - wears form fitting and well-worn-in leather clothing, flattop or afro hairstyle, anodized stainless steel plate covering right temple. Smokes cigarettes or cigars on occasion, tends to use tarot cards in unusual ways. French Creole accent.
PHOTO (URL): http://img498.imageshack.us/img498/2...91431538nv.jpg
HERO CORPS RAP SHEET (URL): http://www.herocorps.com/vdb/?i=252
KNOWN ASSOCIATES (VG): Scandalously-Heeled Exploiters (S.H.E.)

Four Wolf Spider TacOps walk into the lobby and set up a folding table. On this table are set piles of forms and a box of golf pencils. A sign is taped to the front of the table.

BLAKMOORE REGISTRATION: REQUIRED FILING!!

The lead TacOps produces a bullhorn.

"Attention, Blakmoore residents! Y'all know the drill. Arachnos says 'Fill out the form, or else!' So get your butts down here and start writing, meat!"

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CHARACTER NAME:
APARTMENT NUMBER/LOCATION:
STORYTELLER:
THEME SONG:
SHORT DESCRIPTION:
PHOTO (URL):
HERO CORPS RAP SHEET (URL):
KNOWN ASSOCIATES (VG):


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(( This is a companion to the Blakmooore Safehouse thread. Since it is expected to have many different characters/storytellers, I thought it'd be good to get some sort of registry set up to keep track. There is a website set up to show this information... but nothing around to FILE it in an organized fashion... ))

Gwen was standing to one side as Agent Roselyn and Victor were talking about ancient statues and architecture of Europe (all well beyond her 'time', as well as being very far away from her old home, in what would become Great Britain) when her cellphone buzzed. She nodded once to Roselyn and stepped down the hall for privacy. She tapped the button on her headset to answer the phone.

"This is Gwen."

"Miss Gwen, this is Sykes in IT. Our firewall proxy logs are showing .. well... it looks weird."

"Explain 'weird'. I am not a computer expert. So keep that in mind."

"OK. Um... we set up various 'traps' if you will, on our data networks. Basically we want to make sure that all data going back and forth is authorized, and that no one gets in that's not supposed to. Well... one of those traps got sprung. So we looked at the log file. We noted two unusual events. One was a connection inbound from Paragon University, on a secure shell account. It belongs to an assistant researcher that was hired recently, a Mallory Swansen. She modified a document then sent it to several people. All were legitemate company accounts... but the inbound secure shell bothers me, we wern't advised that such activity was authorized on this Ms. Swansen's account."

"I can vouch for Ms. Swansen. What's the other thing?"

"Well, we see a large data upload from one of our workstations to an external file server. The data was encrypted, so we don't kow the contents. Here's the kicker. That workstation has been idle for at least a week, and was powered up only to do this upload, and then powered down. And get this... the ID used to log in and transmit the data... it was that of our company president. So his account has been comprimised, because I have his biometric ID showing him in our offices in New York. However... somehow he was also HERE... transmitting that file. I think we have a hacker, Ms. Gwen."

"Were you able to trace the destination?"

"No. We tried to port-scan and access the destination system, and found a proxy - the real server is somwhere else. We'll crack it and trace the file... but it'll take some time."

"OK. Take that workstation offline and get it into safekeeping NOW. Get whatever you can off of it. Call Harvey in Security, he's into forensics... I think he has a fingerprint kit. Have him try to lift prints. I'll call in a favor with some cops I know, maybe we can get an idea of who this is. Did we get a camera shot?"

"No. That camera is malfunctioning."

Damn. This person was good.

"OK. keep me apprised."

HEHEHEH!! Oh this is gonna be fun...

Kashaye saw the page pop back on her monitor.

[ QUOTE ]

To:KPARKER
RE: LUNCH
GTNG HNGRY. LNCH TGTHR? WHR? RDY N 1 HR.
MALLORYS


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She was about to type a reply when her phone rang again.

"Physiks Tech, Research, this is Parker."

"Hi Clarisa. You get the report?"

"Good."

"A lab tour? Well, I was thinking of heading out for lunch, but I can be back by 1, or 1:30... shall we set it for this afternoon?"

"That'll work great. Would you care to join us? Mallory's getting out of class... yeah, she sent that via VPN... smart kid, huh? Like it when folks are good at multitasking, makes me look better when I don't do it too good... yeah... "

"OK, I'll wait for you in the lobby, 11:30-ish? I was thinking of this lovely Indian place, a block from the campus. Nice walk."

/em laugh2$$say ... and St. Peter says, that's God, he just THINKS he's Bill Gates! HAHAHAHA!!!

/em evillaugh$$say ... and the sodium molecule says, yeah, I'M POSITIVE!!

Daisy Chain: /em bow

(She is actually a slave, but a skilled Huntress nonetheless. As it not defy the wishes of her Mistress, she will abide by this philosophy.)

"Physiks Technologies, Research, this is Parker."

"Oh hello Clarisa! Yes... well, we've got all the inventory done, the requisitions for replacement equipment has been filed... oh you have them?... great. Let's see... we have a work crew finishing up cleaning the bunker and checking all of the wiring and safety equipment, make sure it's back up to code... all we need now is our stuff back.... Yes... I've summarized everything in a report, was having Mallory check it... yes, she's doing great... OK, let me have Mallory send it to you."

She typed a message into the company IM application:

[ QUOTE ]
To:MALLORYS
RE: LAB DAMAGE RPT FINAL

PLS XMIT TO CFEYNMAN VIA EML STAT, CC MAKAVELL, LGWEN, AGT_ROSELYN, KPARKER. THX, U R DOING GRT!! :-)

KPARKER

[/ QUOTE ]

She soon received a reply.

[ QUOTE ]

I'M ON IT...


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Yah, we kinda got a bit of artistic license with him...

more screenies and narratives from participants being posted...

Well... I took a stab at it. There's a lot of backstory that's assumed...

but let me know what you think.

http://stiletto-heeled-enforcers.net...num=1131828249

And Heckfire... i'm not flush, so wouldn't be able to pay you..., but if you want to do a drawing or two of the 'honeymoon' you go right ahead and have fun.

OK all you hardcore RP-writers.

I'm in a bit of a bind.

Seems that during our RP tonight... my toon got engaged.

To the Goddess Persephone.

Which means half the Greek pantheon (the fun half) is on the guest list.

The OTHER shoe... my toon's guardian has seen fit to spill the beans ... not only is my lovely Tigress getting married, she's also going to be adopted AND will be recognized as a Princess - seeing as her guardian is one... now we're to be full-fledged sisters.

So... coronation, wedding, possible reception hosted by Dionysus and Bacchus, and yes there WILL be ambrosia served to the wedding couple... the plot was tossed together by four people... you know how ad-hoc RP goes... but, i'm the only one of the group that writes.

HOW DOES ONE WRITE THIS???

(help...)

http://img384.imageshack.us/img384/7...21730558nj.jpg

http://img396.imageshack.us/img396/3...20050081wu.jpg

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"Truly amazing, Mr. Jaramillo." She turned back to face him. "Wouldn't you agree Lady Gwenivere?"

[/ QUOTE ]

"Yes. Very impressive indeed."

Gwen was standing to one side; on the one hand, she was intrigued by the history of the place, but on the other, the less involved she got with Legion, the better. Her allegiance was to Kashaye and Physiks.

* earlier that morning, entering lobby of Physiks *

Gwen noticed the severe government-issue suit and dark glasses immediately. The woman exuded a sense of unyielding stoicism. She was reminded of a line from a movie: "We in the FBI do not have a sense of humor that we are aware of." This woman.. well, if she DID have a sense of humor, she left it in her house when she left for work.

"Hello. you must be the agent Rosylin that I was told about. Welcome to Physiks. I'm Lady Gwenivere, site security." She held out a hand, and received a curt two-pump handshake in reply.

"I'm told we're to deliver a package. Where is it?"

"Follow me."

The two women took the elevator to Clarisa's office, where Jane had a package wrapped with security holotape. "Good morning Gwen. Hello Agent. This is your package. I'll not divulge what it contains. Do not open it, and do not take it near or through any electromagnetic fields. Deliver it to Victor Jaramillo at Legion, downtown office. Personally. If someone else wishes to accept it for him, refuse. Return here with the package if Victor is unavailable. Clear?"

Gwen nodded.

"Sign this, acknowledging receipt. Clarisa's counting on you to get this to Mr. Jaramillo, ladies."

Agent Rosylin stepped forward and signed the log, and tucked the package into a briefcase, which she then locked. She handed the key to Gwen.

"Lets go."

* Present time *

Gwen marveled at the architecture. It was.. strangely reminiscent of the castles she'd been in when she was... well, before she was transported thru time to Paragon City. But, the look was also more severe. HER castles would have had tapestries and bunting, bright colors, rugs on the floor. This place was... almost like a prison.

After a time they were shown to Victor's office. When they entered, Victor stood up to greet them. Gwen looked closely... he did not appear to have any of the odd symptoms he displayed before. Hrm. Perhaps she was mistaken.

Rosylin was all business. "Let's conclude this. Gwen, the key." Gwen handed it to her, and the woman unlocked the briefcase, and set the package on Victor's desk. She then pulled out her own receipt book, made an X on one line, and handed it and a pen to Victor. "Sign here."

"Good morning Mallory!" Kashaye strolled into the living room in her robe, hair still wet from her shower. She started making coffee.

Mallory stirred... where was she? She saw the scene sideways... a living room... a nice living room.. but not her own.

She sat bolt upright. "What? Where..."

"You're in Kashaye Parker's apartment, want coffee?"

"Um...." Mallory tossed off the blanket, realizing she'd not bothered to undress. She did find her boots placed next to the couch. "What time is it?"

"It's 6 am dear. There's a towel laid out for you if you need to take a shower, and I hung your clothes in the spare closet in the hallway."

Kashaye sipped her coffee and read the paper as Mallory, still a bit groggy from sleep, ducked into the bathroom and started the shower.

"Morning Shay." Gwen leaned close to give her friend a hug from behind.

"Hi Gwen. Ready for your second day at work?"

"Yah. Mallory up?"

"Yep. She's in the shower."

"Oh. Hope she doesn't take too long or use all the hot water."

I'm thinking the Jenkins Badge should be a result of a 'rare' newspaper mission.

Wherein you have to go rescue his sorry butt yet again, and do HIS job for him.

Not sure having him as a gladiator badge would be a good thing.... maybe he can be like the Sky Raider Engineer, only he plants satchel charges that you can blow up, like the bank heist?