Soul Train

"Oh yah, LONG way!! Altho' I'm from Florrisant, meself..." Soullll looked a bit wistful. "But, Poppa done passed away, we sold the house, and Momma, well, Momma's got herself someplace outside of Tucson now. Said she'd had enough of the Midwest, wanted to go someplace she could keep the chill outta her bones come wintertime...."

Soullll shook her head slightly, then shook Gal's hand lightly. "Anyways, yah, good to see someone from the Gateway City, neh? And yah, I'se a mite peckish, come ta think of it. Them chops sound GOOD.... but here I am, keepin' y'all from yo customers! I'll be here awhile, planned on makin' an evenin' out... ain't no hurry."

Soullll turned and caught Gertrude's eye. "Sugah, if you'd be so kind as to ask that lovely elfmaiden behin' th' bar to pour me another double shot? Yeah, Cuervo gold, and nev'mind the lime, I still got this'n heah."

Hearing the voice of the proprietoress, who she flat-out MISSED on the way in, Soullll turned from the shot she was lining up, and then held her arms out. "Heyyyyy!! Whassup, girlfrien'?? Give Soullll some love! And I gotta say, your place is... wow! you got good people, your taste in music is top-notch, you got a pool table that ain't all worn and cues that aren't warped or broken, you set fresh chalk out," she paused to salt her hand, bite a bit of lime, and then down the rest of her shot, "the drinks are spot on... dayumn, girl, how you manage all this?"

Soullll sat down in the booth where she set the rest of the pool balls. "Please, have a seat!"

(( OOC: Soullll isn't from the south per se, more Midwest, specifically St. Louis, but her family still has that deep south mentality and upbringing courtesy her maternal grandmother. And yes, sistahs be doin' it fo' themselves.))

"Why thank ya, sugah. Oh!" as Shaye realized the sides of the box were cold where Nar had held it. "Yes, but don't forget the salt. Gotta have salt with tequila."

Shaye strolled over to the nearer of the two pool tables, thankfully empty, set the 1-9 balls out in the familiar diamond pattern, set the cue ball out, and then set the box down at the back of a nearby booth. Selecting a good solid cue, she felt the weight and balance, took a few practice shots with the cueball to see how well things felt (wow, haven't seen 'house' equipment this good since... well, ever!) and then set the cue ball down and THWACK! popped a semi-decent break.

She then started to 'hunt' the balls in order, leaning over the edges of the table so as to get the proper bridges set up with her left hand, sighting along the cue, analyzing the geometry of her intended shots. After rattling the 1 off the corner pocket twice, she shook her head.

Something's missing.

Aha! The jukebox. Shaye dropped in a few quarters, tapped codes for a few minutes, and then returned to shooting pool as the Isley Brothers started off a 20-minute stretch of classic R&B tunes....

"It's your thing... " Thwack! Clack! -plop!-

"Do what ya wanna do..." Thwack! Clack! -bump- -plop!-

"I cain't tell ya... " THWACK! -bounce- Clack! -bump- -plop!-

"Who to sock it to..." Thwack! -Tap!- .... -plop!-

Ahh... MUCH better!!!

Accepting the shot glass, saltshaker, and lime from Gertrude ("Thank you, sugah!") she resumed sinking balls...

(OOC: Soul is open to other patrons approaching her to join in the game, or to say hello.)

Cliffnotes of Doc Mayhem:

Theme Song: "Hell in a Bucket" by the Grateful Dead
Why?

Well, Doc's a holdover from the 60's, still wears his hair long and in a ponytail, and despite the increasing connection to Darkforce, he's a really mellow and pragmatic guy. The song evokes his views of the world, things are going downhill fast, but that doesn't mean one should just give up.

Origin: Doc is a mutant, able to tap into Darkforce to produce minor effects (defensive, mostly). This talent was discovered in his late teens, and was initially dismissed as an LSD dream... but when the 'trip' faded and the powers did not, at that point he realized that he was 'more than normal'. However, he did little to develop it, and has not had many issues as far as controlling it over the years. His main talent is purely natural, and comes from a lifetime of practicing Kendo, first as a student, then as a sensei himself. He was born in 1949, in Massachusetts, but spent most of his life elsewhere. First it was Berkeley and the Haight-Ashbury neighborhood of San Francisco, then overseas in the Peace Corps, and then a decade or so of traveling around Asia. He returned to Paragon purely as a civilian in the 80's, set up a dojo, and settled into what was a fairly stable life - offering kendo classes for people, mostly normals, but the odd superhero or two.

When he discovered that his latent Darkforce talents were actually growing stronger as he grew older, he realized that his 'death' will most likely be when he becomes a pure Darkforce being, but he figures that time is still a ways off. For his 'retirement', he leased the dojo to a group of martial arts/ninjitsu aficionados, not realizing that they were part of the Tsoo... and when his tenants got raided, he discovered his home and his livelihood are now "states evidence" and has had to fall back on subsidized housing until the courts free everything back up (which could be weeks, months, or years.)

He has income both from savings and investments he's accumulated, and his City stipend, but is officially 'out of doors'.

He's a relatively short man (5'5", normal, but smaller than many superheroes), with grey hair bound into a ponytail and a trimmed grey beard. He wears a gi bordered in sapphire blue, and carries a katana within a lacquered cherry wood scabbard. The sword is named Blade of Spring Dawn, and was a gift from his old sensei when he left Asia. He wears rectangular blue sunglasses, which hide the only overt mutated feature he has - his eyes glow blue-purple, very much like the 'light' given off by a black light. The purple-dark glow intensifies when he is upset or angry, or his Darkforce powers are in use, but they can be slightly upsetting even when muted.

He is soft spoken, somewhat of a pacifist except when Spring Dawn is out of her scabbard, a philosopher, and an avid music fan. especially 'progressive rock' or fusion jazz.

The door swung open, letting some wan light from the setting sun into the entryway, only to be blocked by Soul Train's six-foot-and-change frame. The black woman looked around, took in the ambiance of the place, then nodded and strolled up to the host.

"Whew! It's gettin' rough out there. Vahz on one side, Lost on t'other, Circle of Thorns nut-jobs on the rooftops and in the backyards... and clocks an' Skuls in the middle. Y'all got a pool table, sugah?"

The man smiled, nodded, and indicated the sign "Billiards" over the bar entrance. "We do indeed have a table or two. Most play 8-ball or 9-ball, but on occasion we get a snooker player in. For that, I have to reconfigure the table, but it's not too much trouble. However, I will need to see your ID."

Kashaye Parker (for that was her name, Soul Train merely being her street alias) handed over her Paragon City Hero ID. The birthdate on it read "2/17/1967".

"Very good, Ms. Parker."

"Thank you verra much, sugah!"

She strolled into the bar, sassy as you please, and buttonholed the diminuitive woman behind the bar. "Hello, I'd like a double shot o' Cuervo Gold, a bit of lime, and a saltshaker. Also, is there a table free for a few games of 9-ball?"

Soul Train took a look around at the other patrons as she waited for her drink. She'd been sloggin' through one crimefighting mission after another for what seemed to be weeks, and it was high time she had some fun.

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Grandma walked over to the broken chair and started to scold it.

“What is the meaning of dropping one of my fine guest on the ground. Why I have a right mind to toss you out into the trash bin. . .” As she was doing the scolding the chair started to repair it’s self and become sturdier, and every one could have sworn the chair looked embarrassed.

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Shaye looked nonplussed as the pieces of wood in her hands jumped away and reassembled themselves into a chair. How very interesting. Well, the woman running the place said she had magical power, and she DID convince the Circle to stay out of her desmenes.... so as far as Kashaye Parker knew, an animated chair-golem was ... perfectly normal.

She altered her path to the front door, laying down a $20 on the counter. "For that wonderful meal, Gramma Delors... and don' worry 'bout no change. Worth every cent. Madadh, sounds like you got a rough row to hoe, there, kid. I'd pop on over to M.A.G.I. and bug the seeress. She might have a few insights into ... your companion. Catch y'all later!"

She stepped outside the restaurant, gathered energy from the surrounding trees, sidewalks, cars, etc, then shot straight up and arced toward her condo fifteen blocks away.

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When Shaye had meantioned he could easily get it out he made abit of a nervous face. "Doesn't exactly help that I have a couple of unpaided tickets for various things. I'd pay them off, but I can never get the money together."

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Shaye grabbed a napkin and quickly wrote a few names and numbers down. She then passed it across the table to Hermod.

"Y'all need to talk to these folks I done favors for in the past. They're all cops, various beats, couple'a detectives, a desk sarge... I think if you mention my name, and let them know the circumstances, you should be able to get your bike outta hock. However, this is a one-shot deal, you keep parking the bike wherever and whenever, it'll get locked up again... and after that you'll be on your own."

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"Thank you," he mumbled to Shaye. He stood up slowly, looking down at the broken chair in embarrassment. "I'm very sorry about that ma'am," He said looking over at Delors. "I'll find some way to pay for it," He glanced about nervously, then directed his wild eyed gaze back to Delors. "You can do magic can't you," he said timidly, as if he was afraid to ask.

At the mention of the word magic the shadows about Madadh gave off a faint whisper, almost as if the word itself had brought them to life.

Madadh looked at Hermod. "I ah, made a mistake," He said simply, a pained expression coming to his face.

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At that comment, Shaye smiled, suppressing a quick chuckle. "If you talkin' about the chair, yah, you did, but it was a minor one. If you speakin' of how you came to be, well, shoot, honey, we ALL can say that, in some way or 'nother. But, it sounds as if your 'mistake' was a bit more a CHOICE than an accident... dat right?"

With that, she stood up, and started picking up pieces of broken chair. "Delors, you got a dumpster out back, right? I'm a gonna toss this out, be right back."

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He plopped down onto a chair in amazement, only to have it break underneath him, sending him sprawling to the ground.

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Shaye stood up, and gestured, an aura of power flowing down her gold-tattooed arm and into the sprawled body of the newcomer. It felt... well, lighter wasn't the right word. It was as if he was more coordinated and nimble, more in control, as if his mass or weight wasn't nearly as ... confining... as it usually was.

"There ya go, sugah. The effects of my Inertial Reduction will pass in time, but in the meantime, I don' think you be breakin' any mo' of Gramma Delors' furniture. Just.. don't stand up suddenly, or you'll probably hit the ceiling."

Shaye indicated the empty chair opposite her. "Pull up a log, Hermod, ain't no one usin' that side of the table. Thank you Delors. Mmm, this does look yummy." She took a forkful. "Oh wow, yes! You wouldn't be using that 'voodoun' of yours to enhance your cooking, now?"

As Hermod told of his woes with his bike, Shaye arched an eyebrow. "Impounded while you were putting out the fire? That doesn't sound too good. Didya talk to the fire captain on scene? Most of those guys could get the ticket written off, and your bike returned, seein'as you was helpin' his guys out an' all."

Another bite of cobbler, and a pause to enjoy the flavors.

"And yah, I know what you on about wanting to be 'normal folk'. Me too. I mean, I COULD go around slingshottin' myself off of thugs and muggers all day, but unless I'm needing to get across town in an all-fired hurry, I'd rather just, I dunno, drive, or take the train. Less chance of bowlin' over a pedestrian, altho' these days I run in the street with the cars, instead of on the sidewalks."

Another pause while she polished off more of the cobbler. "Now, to answer your question about 'why', Delors. I don't know why, least all of it. I know that I can't work a regular gig, what with my powers tending to knock stuff around on occasion. Shoot, I had to get me one of them voice dication computers, cos if I try and type, I get going so fast I break the keys. I'm probably OK with outside work, maybe over at the University jobsite in Steel Canyon... but seems like every time I get all gussied up for an interview, here's some civilian being rustled for her purse, or there's two thugs tryin' to break into a car, or some Trolls decide to hold a Superadine rave and start causing more property damage... you can't turn yo' back on that kinda thing! Sure, 'someone else can handle it'. No way. YOU are that someone else. So, I guess, bein' a heroine is my job. And I guess, I dunno, I think I'm good at my job, so far. As for why... hey, i get a big kick out of picking up some poor suit outa da street after putting boot to behind on the Skulls that were trying to rob him. And occasionally, " her eyes twinkled, "I get a phone number out of the deal. Or flowers. Or even dinner."

"What about you, Hermod? You into this hero gig full time, or is it just something you do in between bouts of normality?"

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“Eat up child looks like you could use it. So are you one of the Hero’s that has been keeping this fair city safe?”

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"Oh this is wonderful! How you get the gravy like this? And these biscuits... mmm!" Shaye paused to enjoy a few more bites. "Oh yes, y'all are def'nitely goin' in my book o' places to visit."

"Now, to answer your question, yeah, I'm one of Paragon's heroes. Ain't been at it all that long, but I'm gettin' by. Pull a stipend from the City in exchange for bustin' evil's chops, and occasionally I receive a gift from some citizen that I had a hand in savin'."

"And what is it you do, Shaye? You look like the Queen o' Sheba, all done up in white and gold, right splendid... but I know it ain't the costume, it's the person in it, right?"

"Well, some folks DO use a costume, or a battlesuit, or a belt full of tricks. But no, what I do..." her mind cast back to the day the test reactor blew containment in the physics lab where she was working as an assistant, "I'm what's known as a mutate. As in, I been changed. Was working on my grad degree, subatomic physics, right? And the project I was involved with developed some sort of problem, and the reactor let off a WHOLE bunch of subatomic radiation that ain't no body's been able to classify. You familiar with physics, things like inertia, momentum, that sort of thing?"

"Well, barely. I remember from schoolin' that objects at rest resist being put into motion, and objects in mostion tend to keep moving until something else acts on them."

"Right, that's it 'xactly. Now, what I do is, I take those concepts, those laws of physics, and I break 'em. When I'm around, I'm the external force making things stop and go and slow down an' speed up. Gravity, or momentum, or inertia... I can change all a' dat."

Shaye tossed a saltshaker in the air, and then right before it hit the table, it decelerated, so it barely made a tap as it landed. "I can take a body and slam him up in the air, or I can take the stored kinetic energy in his muscles and use it for meself, or for others around me. Shoot, I can fly even. The folks down at City Hall call me a Kineticist, like they can sum it all up in one word. But it's more than that. Evah since that situation wit' the reactor, I'm able to FEEL the world around me, how it moves, how it all fits together. It's wierd as heck... and although it lost me my job, and now Crey's got all the project data, and my graduate degree's on hold cos they appropriated my thesis and COPYRIGHTED the thing.... well, aside from a few minor issues, I'm in decent shape. I like bein' a heroine, even if it does mean I end up in hospitals a lot, and have to clean my uniform ev'ry otha' day."

Delors shook her head. "Child, you got a funny way of lookin' at things. Sure, things'll change. World gets all upside-down and backwards. But at the same time, you got opportunity. Look at this town. Half of it all gleamin' and sparkly, half of it reduced to rubble, and then there's folks like me, you, our neighbors down the street, all caught up in the middle. Been that way since, oh, shoot, prob'ly befo' Noah put all them animals on his boat."

Shaye mopped up the last of the gravy with a bite of biscuit, and then polished off the collard greens. "Uh huh. That's it right there. I ain't got too many regrets about what happened, but I take it one day at a time, right?" She leaned back and took a long draught of the tea.

"Now, how about a bit o' that cobbler you mentioned?"

About this time a man in a cowboy outfit wandered in, looking for work. Shaye recognized him immediately. "Hey, aren't you... Hermod?"

The man nodded and said yes.

"Thought so, that was a horrible show."

Her expression softened. "Gramma Delors, get this man an ice tea, my treat. Looks like he could use one. Hey Hermod, uhm... don't you usually ride a bike? Big fancy chopper type rig? Always wanted one of those... although I tend to prefer those race-bike things, you know, the overseas jobs... always did like speed..."


((OOC: yeah I ride. This could devolve into a biker discussion if we're not careful, even though Soullll hasn't tried riding yet!))

Soullll Trainnn strolled in, taking a good look around while inhaling the cooking smells from the kitchen. Her eyes lit up. "Yes, I think this'll do me jus' fine."

Delors poked her head out of the kitchen. "Jus' seat yo'self anywhere ya want, honey, ah'll be right out wit' a menu."

"Thank you. Nice place you got here. Reminds me of my aunt's place outside Cinncinnati. Say, you got greens, right?"

"Shoot, honey, I grow my own callard greens in the garden out back! Had to convince those Circle of Thorns whackos to do their rituals elsewhere though, that took a bit o' doin'. You want coffee, ice tea, water? I do my ice tea like they do down South, lots and lots o' sugar."

"Iced tea, please! It's hot out there today." Soullll by this time had seated herself at a window table. Delors stepped out with a menu and a huge glass of honey-colored liquid poured over ice, and a sprig of mint at the top. "Holler when you ready, child. I'm jus' gettin' a pot roast going for the special, but I still got the grill fired up in case you want sumptin' offa dat."

"Hey, at this point, I'm up for whatever you recommend, ma'am." Soul took a sip of the tea, and smiled. Wasn't like how she made it, or how her momma made it, but it was extremely refreshing.

"Oh go on! You call me Gramma or Delors, ev'rybody else do 'round heah!"

"So, you mentioned gettin' those Circle whackos outa yo' garden. How you get that done? Some heros come by and take names for ya?"

"Oh no, child! Gramma Delors got some voodoun of her own! You superhero types ain't got the lock on magic, folks been doing that for, oh, hundreds o' years... came over with the slave trade, then spread out from there... creole, cajun, even the upper class started dabblin' in it. Folks don't talk much about it, but when you got the Gift, you figger out how to make it work for you and those you care about."

Soullll raised an eyebrow. "Delors, you are some piece of work... and I'm thinkin' here I was about to go lookin' to sell my condo over on the east side o' the Gish, and now I'm thinkin' mebbe not. Mmmm... how's maybe some biscuits n' gravy? With a side of those greens you be braggin' about?"

"You got it, sweet. By the way, what they call you?"

"I go by the name Soulll Trainnn on th' street, but my friends..." Soullll paused for a second to think about friends she'd made... "my friends usually call me Shaye."

Anthromorphism.

Some get into it, some hate it.

And then there's those who don't much care either way.


As long as they don't go overboard with it, I'm cool.

OK, question:

Is Hover the ONLY 'combat movement' power that gives you a +DEF? It would seem to me that the other combat movement powers (SipS, IR, etc) would make you harder to hit because you can dodge out of the way, either by zipping sideways or jumping upward and bouncing off a handily-placed cargo container.


But since every weapon in the game is 'guided' (meaning you see the effect show in your buff-debuff area below your menu, then the effect follows you and hits even if you're dodging to the side, then the Big Red Numbers)... it's hard to tell if I'm getting nailed by bullets, ice blasts, or thrown chunks of pavement more or less often when I'm in SipS overdrive than when I'm not.

OK. I have found that binds that say things get annoying when spoken in Local... ESPECIALLY when you're running an android.

I'd set my TAB functions to announce the new target... and after I'd dispatched a crew of thugs (cycling thru them with the targeting keys) I get a tell: "Dude, shut it already!"

Whups.



So I reset them all except CTRL-TAB (target nearest enemy) which now says "Targeting Priority Override: $target" (basically to indicate to a team that I had to switch from range to melee defense mode to get rid of an annoyance.)
TIP: If you modify your targeting keys, put the "say text" AFTER the stock command to target something, that way it'll announce the current target rather than the old one (yes, this all happens at the same time, but they're processed in the order they show up in the bind command.)

And yes, the stock F6-F10 keys got redone. I really SHOULD move them around though. It doesn't make sense to have the "ready!" message IN BETWEEN the "Run!" and "Help!" keys, or the "LFT" key right beyond them. I'll probably put LFT on F12, at the end, with F11 being the 'Introduce'. Then sort the rest in order of increasing personal danger....

F10 - the Taunt key - this is easily changed to specify your target, and optionally issue your battlecry (by default it just does the battlecry).

F10 "say Hostile: $target - Directive: Subdue and Arrest$$em point"
F10 "say Hey $target!! $battlecry$$em taunt" << leave punctuation off after the battlecry variable, cos it's usu. defined in your ID anyway

You could also rework F10 into a pull command by using powexec_name [sniperpower] instead of em taunt or whatnot... That way you'd not only name your target for your team, but snipe him at the same time.

I also keyed an 'out of endurance' key (accent grave - it's the key to the left of the 1 on the number row, unused by default), an 'assist' key (shift-T) and a victory key for when a target drops (period key, also unused).

ex: Endurance
` "say Unit $name on battery power only - Request recharge downtime"

ex: Assist
SHIFT+T "say ASSIST MODE - Targeting functions transferred to $target"

ex: Victory
. "say Target $target has been rendered unconscious, awaiting police transport."

and lastly, the "I just Died!" key

SHIFT+Z "say ALERT! Unit $name has sustained critical damage, all systems offline!"
SHIFT+Z "say Man down! $name needs immediate medical evac!!"

(( NOTE: The real name of the character 'Soullll Trainnn' has been changed to Kashaye Parker - my earlier post on her origin had a different name.))
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"Kashaye, I'm sorry, but your lab tests have been cancelled."

"Wait, hold up... Cancelled? Why?"

"Well, the whole Muon Dampener project is being... reassigned. So we don't have the funding or the equipment to try and recreate what happened to you."

"Doc, don't hand me that bulls***!! I was a top employee in this lab, and now ever since that da** subatomic muon-whatsis reactor of yours failed containment, I've been walking around acting like the bumpers in a pinball game! I NEED TO FIND OUT WHY!! What about the lab rats? Did we get anything from the experiments with the rats?"

"Shaye, all the rats died. You know that. And no, we don't know why. Their internal organs looked like something you'd find in a road-kill deer. Impact trauma. But no marks on the outside. One literally exploded in place like it'd been slammed up against a wall at 50mph for crissake!!"

"Yah I remember. That was bad. So you KNOW why I want to find out, right? I don't want to wake up some morning and find my spleen's been turned into jelly." Kashaye frowned. "Wait, you said 'reassigned.' To who?"

"Crey Industries."

"WHAT????? You mean to tell me, that that bit** the Countess is running this? I don't BELIEVE this!!"

"Well, not her particularly. It was a rider attached to Crey's endowment donations for the Institute. They reserved the right to select and administer certain research projects in ALL fields, not just physics... Kashaye, they're our biggest contributor, we can't just tell them 'No' when they see a project they like!"

"So, what does THIS mean fo' ME, Doc? I gotta go sign in over at Crey to get my insurance payments, now? Or get my three-times-a-month medical workup and CAT scans?"

"Ahh, well, the insurance has been dropped..."

"WHAT?????? You can't DO this to me Doc! I got bills to pay! I can't work no desk job, these powers of mine start knockin' sh** around the room at random! That's why you had me on disability, cos I couldn't WORk no' mo'!! And now they tellin' me that there's no insurance???"

"Well, in a manner of speaking, there still is. Only Crey Industries is paying the bill. We'll still administer it, send it to you... but you WILL need to check in with the lab downtown."

"What if I decide to NOT go along with this? You know, find another gig. He**, I get a stipend from the City now, it ain't much, but at least I got enough to pay the rent on a place, and bring food in. But, I like my jazz clubs, Doc. And I LIKE my condo. But this whole Crey business has me steamin', it really does!"

"Well, you COULD drop from the project, but your thesis would have to be abandoned, seeing as it's now become Crey IP, being related to the Muon Dampener project."

"Doc, you are just a BARREL of laughs today! You mean to tell me, that four YEARS of my life, MY effort, MY study, is going to some corporate pencil-pusher??? That ain't right, Doc. That ain't right!"

"You submitted it as part of the project, Kashaye. Your work was a large portion of what we were working to prove, and your ideas... well, your ideas were spot on. But we don't have control of the project anymore! and when they came and got the equipment, and the tissue samples, and all the data in the mainframe, they got your paper too. And I checked; they slapped this big 'Proprietary and Confidential' label on it, locked it up so tight I can't read it without some Crey bureaucrat standing behind me. They made me sign an NDA too! so technically if you weren't our chief lab rat around here, I'd be cashiered for talking to you about any of it. I'm surprised they haven't approached you about that."

"Doc, I ain't exactly been easy to reach, since signin' up with the City to do the hero gig... but if those jokers try and rope me in, I ain't signin' nuthin'!! I won't work with those eggheads, Doc! They got NO soul, NO vision for the future, all they're after is dollar signs. Uh uh, no way no how Kashaye Parker's working for THAT bunch! They'd have me in a jail cell in some lab someplace, or farm me out as one of their super-powered mercenaries. Uh uh! Soul Train's her OWN hero, and I'm my own woman! The Countess don't like it, she can come kiss my big fat a**!!!"

-slam!-

The doc shook his head. Too bad. Kashaye Parker wasn't going to be on the Crey Industries "A" list after all. He'd miss her.

But, then again, what Countess Crey wants, sooner or later, Countess Crey gets.

Soul>>

My name's Kashaye Parker, I'm a 30-year-old African-American woman, looking to spend some quality time with a like-minded hero. I like jazz, funk, and R&B, fringe jackets and cowboy hats, and long moonlit walks in Perez, complete with a knock-down drag out dust-em-up with the Thorns!! I live on Victory, so call me!!

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In game type /bind_save then log out.

Find the keybind file (usually keybinds.txt) and copy it a buncha times renaming each one differently (Keybind1.txt, keybind2.txt, etc . . .) then when you go into the file (with notepad or wordpad) you just change that one line (numpad0 in the OP's case) to play the saying and load the next file.

To load the file from in game from the chat prompt you type /bind_load_file [path to file]. i.e. if I have the file on my C drive and in the folder 'Stuff' it would be /bind_load_file c:\stuff\keybind3.txt Alternately you can load the default keybinds file (to copy the same keybinds over to more than one character) by typing /bind_load.

If you are using the command from within a macro/bind leave off the slash as shown in the OP's example.

When you open the keybinds file with notepad a lot of it will become clear. It'll list the key and then stuff next to it that that particular key does.

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you don't need to copy the entire keybind file over and over and over.

Just export the lines you want changed to a new file, and copy THAT one many times and change each.

when a bind file is loaded with /bind_load_name, it will overwrite those binds that are in it, and leave all the others 'stock'. Makes for a much faster load, plus takes up less space on the HD.

As I said before, the whole influence vs time spent makes no sense, either way. Time spent is too easy to exploit, and inf... well, we know what kind of inf people are holding onto....

Better to datamine what was accomplished during supergroup mode -- and then look at how many people IN THE SG were participating and use that as a multiplier.

That way one lone hero with his own personal SG could theoretically save up enough to build a base... but it'd be a tin-roof shack compared to what an active SG, regularly teaming together, could build...

This one's probably been posted (not too keen on running thru the whole list):

To make your char put up a 'typing indicator':

/bind ENTER "/AFK Please wait for typed response...$$show chat$$startchat"

Now when you hit the ENTER key, instead of just going to the chat window, your character displays "Please wait for typed response..." as an AFK message above his or her head. This is great for role-play characters, as it allows you to take the time to type something out without 'dead air' or somebody else jumping in.

Feel free to edit the message itself.

A similar binding is

/bind / "AFK Please wait for typed action...$$show chat$$slashchat"

This puts another AFK up, indicating that you're doing something complicated.

Yes, the slash itself can be rebound... the last command puts it into the chat string so you don't have to type it twice (and get stuck in a recursive loop every time you type it!)

I expect you could remap the other single-key chat commands as well... haven't tried those yet.

I'm one of those people who exported the default binds, edited them with notepad, and then reloaded the file.

Now my character will NOT accidentally auto-run or follow a bad guy if I start typing without hitting Enter first. Instead she just says a whole bunch of non-sequiteurs.

Nevermind I modeled most of Soul Train's 'taunt' binds to something Mo'Nique would say to a heckler. So they're really amusing out of context.

Especially under Atlas.

Soul: "Yo yo, don' be dissin' ME, RandomHero, Soullll Trainnn gonna whup yo' butt!"
Randomhero: What you say????
Soul: /em puts hands over mouth and blushes RED
Soul: Oh sorry, wrong /bind!!!

Word up.

besides, wouldn't it make more sense to base prestige off of time spent on SG TEAMS?? yanno, where members of the SG do things together? cos being seen in an SG costume ain't worth diddly unless you're actually doing something, and being teamed with other SG members should be a multiplier (you're reinforcing the group as a close-knit organization instead of just a bunch of guys with similar costumes.)

Doc mayhem watches from the shadows as Trak dispatches the statuesque black woman. Pity, she was definitely better looking. Hrm... now the problem is, how to take out an electrical without getting electrocuted oneself?

Ah yes... those will do nicely.

After a few moments of preparation, Doc sneaks up behind Trak, then twirls the edge of his katana sword around Trak's neck, opening both carotids and allowing Trak's lifeblood to gush out of his body.


Meanwhile Trak's built-up electrical charge nearly vaporizes the insulation on ten extension cords that each had one end stripped and then wrapped around the pommel of the sword..... with their other bare ends twenty feet away, looped around a metal drainpipe descending into the ground.

Doc stepped back as Trak's body fell limp to the ground. He then bowed to the departed spirit, and smiled inwardly.

"Youth and exuberance are no match for age and trickery...."

BRAVO!!!

Simply [censored] amazing.

(( So is this for toons being 'retired' from the rosters, or just minor eulogies for when you faceplant? ))

Good to know, Anne.

Doc Mayhem:
Get Smart - Hugo Montenegro
Throwing Stones - Grateful Dead
Out of the Heat - Tangerine Dream

Mistress Ohm:
La Femme Nikita - Mark Snow
Feuer Frei! - Rammstein
Busy Child - Crystal Method

Soulll Trainn:
Peter Gunn Theme - Henry Mancini
It's Your Thing - Isley Brothers
Love Rollercoaster - Ohio Players
Low Rider - War