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Quinn pulled herself out of her stare at Hannah’s house. “Hm?” “Mini golf. Ice cream. Fun.” Silas grinned. “Oh, sorry, no horses, so fun adjacent. You in?” “I thought you loved me,” Quinn grumped. He hid a smile, knowing where this was going. It wouldn’t be inviting Quinn to a non-horsey event without a few dramatics. “I do?” “The last time I did mini-golf,” she said, steering Bey-bey toward the Clairburn’s, “I twisted my ankle on the planter on the first hole.” “Yes, but you were fine on the other holes.” “Then the time

<Oh, most of those people operate on flattery or bribery, and I have a great deal of money and words. Thank you for trying, though,> he "said" with a chuckle. "How about we get something to eat before we try waking whoever this is up at. . ." he did the calculation up quickly and frowned. "Nearly 9 PM their time, so maybe not. Waiting much longer is likely to get us quite a grumpy Utopian." He pushed a button twice on his desk and grinned at Temple again. "No reason not to have some sample platters from Brennan's delivered, though." Apparently he liked the expensive restaurant en

Melvin took off the VR headset, "Looks like Sage is working out well. Just need some tweaks here and there. You've got a sweet little mecha there. Drinks sound good. I don't think I have watch tonight." He smiles and stretches all the way from his head to his calves. "I just can't get one hundred percent comfy on that couch. I prefer a basic chair instead. But I think that's just me. At least we don't have to stand up, and walk for the mech. That would be awkward for Sage and me. I don't think I can grow 2 more legs."

Temple had pulled one of the chairs around and placed it fairly close to Daivian. After she sat and was wiggling to find the most comfortable spot she noticed ho9w close and wondered if she had gotten too close. But he didn't say anything and so she didn't either. When he started making the phone calls she had concentrated fairly hard trying to get a read on the person on the other end and soon frustration set in. she could 'hear' what they were saying from her connective link with Davian, but she could get nothing else try as hard as she could there was just nothing and so frustra

Legal Name: Grace Williams Alias: Apex Eruption: The Storm Allegiance/Affiliations: Her Family (For Now) Appearance: Five and a half feet tall, Grace is blonde-haired and gray-eyed with a slender build that utterly belies her quantum-fueled physical strength. Befitting her status as a Williams, she tries to dress up when not indulging the athleticism that her transformation brought with it. She moves with the quiet assurance of someone who knows that they can make (almost) anyone move out of the way if a polite 'please' doesn't do the trick. Temperament: Solemn bu

Temple got to see Davian’s other office this time - one made of wood tones and cream accents. He motioned her to move one of the chairs around the desk and sit next to him for the next several hours as he made phone calls to search into the ‘Utopia situation’. Watching him change tone, wording, even vocal quality with each call was a chameleon whirlwind as he passed from powermonger, concerned young man, and flirtatious, nosey upper-cruster. Finally - after nearly six hours, he finally had a phone number of someone known to be connected to the group of Stormers suspected of forming the core co

THE QUICK MART Darryl did enjoy the view, though just for a moment, for he was now a man on a mission and that mission was snacks for the road. He grabbed that beer he was looking at as the big girl walked towards the counter and quickly set to pocketing it with a light little slip of his hand, using his body to conceal his action from any mirrors or cameras in the room. He then started to follow behind her, plucking a little snack here or there that somehow ended up in his pocket. In the end he ended up at the register with just a bag of chips which he paid for to cover the rest h

The Dollar General Hank pulled around back and went to the side door wich was beside the big roll-up loading door and knocked. Almost immediately the door was pushed up by Jeff Tate the other stocker who worked with Hank. Jeff was a tall, muscular seventeen-year-old who went to school with Hank and played both football and basketball, and while obviously a jock was not one of those who wore a chip on his shoulder. He was also African American, one, along with his sister Natalie who was in hanks class, of only a handful of blacks who attended Blairsville High.

THE QUICK MART Jo stared at the boy as he approached, striding tall and with his chest puffed out like a bantam rooster, and unconsciously did the same, not letting any man try to dominate or impress her with his stature or presence. Broad shoulders thrown back, her red crop strained, edges of the straps of her black sportsbra peeking into view from the neck, the can of Monster forgotten in her hand. Did that throb of soundless thunder mean anything? Could the boy feel it too? Evelyn had taught them some in the little time since the sleepover, but she'd hardly had time to teac

THE QUICK MART Darryl looked over the drinks with disinterest for the most part, nothing that he could get legally really interesting him. The beer however...now that was enticing. Glancing around to see who was about, see if the coast was clear, his eyes fell upon the girl. "Damn," he muttered to himself, feeling the odd feeling in his chest. Absently he brushed back his hair behind his ears, straightening himself up to not seem so small in her presence. He took a breath and wrinkled his nose, ugh, morning breath, and as he started to walk towards her he casually palmed some

WALSH ROAD "Huh," Silas said, watching the car coast into Hannah's old driveway. "I guess we have new neighbors. I thought. . . well, I don't get how real estate works." He shrugged and glanced over to Quinn. Things were still tender between the two of them, but some time helped. "I hope they're not the nosey type. That could get real awkward." After a beat he added, "Clairburn's gonna pay me the end of each week. You. . . you want to come help me celebrate my first real paycheck?" Helping his parents didn't count, even if they'd slip him some extra allowance for doing it. "I though m

The next three days were a whirlwind for the Kids. Despite the revelations of the slumber party, normal life still went on and that meant summer jobs to attend for some, and chores for others. They saw little of Evelyn as she was helping her uncle with preparations for the big Fourth of July party, and due to that many of the questions about being a witch and about what they were going to do to find the missing Devil’s Book had to wait. The Party, which all the Kids parents had been invited to as special guests of the Clairburn’s, was bigger than they had been led to believe. In fa

The kids listened to and practiced the things Evelyn was showing them - it was just what they needed to put the dread out of their minds, plus it was fun. But as the wee hours of the morning approached and sleepiness took over, one by one they snuggled into sleeping bags to catch a few snippets of sleep before true morning. Most of them that is. Soon after sleep settled in over the group, Evelyn quietly slipped from her bag and disappeared into the kitchen. She didn’t notice that Silas hadn’t been asleep but only laying down, pretending. The boy’s red rimmed

Emily swam around the ensemble as they debated then an Idea occurred. "Deezy, can you make some small probes to send down the offshoots and maybe some even smaller, I guess Nano-probes, that could slip past this blockage to see how big it is and what the other side is like. If you can find out if it's dry on the other side Ryan can warp us there." She looks at Ryan, "You can warp us there right?"

My plan was to have Donald surprised by another Stormer at the precinct who basically locks him down to keep the "kid" out of trouble and from trying to be Peter Parker in a real emergency. Donald can get himself free whenever Gabe is available again.

Mala, that could work. We could let his end of things...going to the police and all...fade into the background and focus on Renata's side. Then perhaps catch Gabe up when he returns?

There was a chuckle over the intercom and a good-natured taunt from Katarina in Russian, "And David goes down like Goliath." She pushed her VR headset up and off of her face, sitting up from her mock control couch and releasing her death grip on the twin trigger grips. It had been a close run thing trying to put enough ruins between her and David, waiting for the chance for her lightning in a bottle to lance out and score the kill. A grin threatened to split her face. Sure it had often as not been her going down to the superior heavy fire power of the bigger mechs, but this heat wa

The tunnel continued on for miles, winding around some and dipping further underground. There were intersecting tunnels, but all much smaller - like country roads compared to a major six-lane-to-a-side highway. Many side tunnels were caved in, but the water rushed around the boulders and sediments often anyways. None of that was a problem until the cave-in was in the main tunnel and not even the water seemed to find ways around the rock, sediment, and however-long years of settling that had gone on. The other side might be dry for all they knew, but it might also be miles of rock blocking thei

Max - Gabe is still MIA from school/life. Would you like me to move Fear and Loathing forward with a situation that takes Donald out of commission for a little while? Renata will have to deal with Phobos on her own or look for other allies, but it would allow the thread to move forward.

Sorry about that blip on getting back to this. My work duties expanded like two days after posting here, but we've now got staffing, so I can actually take my Thursday's off again. And until the end of October it looks like I have my Saturday days off free as well! Yay! So! I am working on stuff here again and look to have a post up either later today or Monday sometime.

Jo stared at the svelte redhead, still feeling the fading sense of urgency, of danger, towards herself and her friends from the vision, when she was trying to hold back the unseen monsters. She could even still smell the scene, the acrid scent of unwashed fur, the smell of burning wood as she waved her brand. She didn't quite know what all was going on, or was even sure she believed it all - though after what she'd just seen, she didn't not believe it either. What the big girl did know was that she wasn't going to let this witch hurt her friends. The brawny blonde strod

"That's... Useful." Karen's voice bluntly conveyed her doubt, arms crossing over her chest, down to a 'Devil Dogs' tanktop and sweatpants after a cathartic session with her punching bag, the ship in as good a state as she could make it without driving herself nutty looking for problems. The selfcare was more important when they were who knows how many years separated from their own time no matter how miraculously close four point something something light years was from home. Faint ache in her knuckles helped her stay centered as she digested what Rachel said, ponder in the silenc

A few more cups of coffee and minutes of small talk and the four young displaced troopers departed the mess hall to run errands and get ready for their afternoon sim. Meanwhile, in another part of the sprawling base. Captain William Hogan of the Intelligence section was resting on the corner of the Commanding General of the IAMC, General Sir David Wesley’s desk. The General, who was staring down his long nose at the tablet the intel officer had given him, scowled and made a harrumphing sound, much like clearing his throat but from way down deep in his chest. He looked at Hogan, wh

"Sim time? Gives me an excuse to tweak Sage further. I'm here because my Sage wasn't going to be "Useful" in what they expected to be a massive free-for-all battle. It's a bit of a mashup of combatant and constructor." Melvin sighs, "I don't think they would have liked me trying to take samples in the middle of battle either." He looks over at the new arrival and smiles. "Going back to your earlier question, Katarina, I am researching Kaiju biology to keep them from breeding, and to determine the best way to attack them, so I guess I am one of those that makes your computer tell y