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Okay, then I'll focus the effect on a member of the COT, I don't get a say in how they perceive it....but maybe we'll get lucky and they'll want to help?

If we're waiting on me, then I'm gonna say if my move gets at least to a seven, then I want an NPC to be a member of the CoT, preferably someone who can kick some ass. Whatever option the GM chooses, should keep them focused on me and not everyone else, right?.

Any chance we can get a roster of sorts in the campaign info tab? Just so I have a place to check and make sure I know who's who.

We're all in the same area, so using team should be fine though Twitch is embarrassed we have to use it on her after she talked a big game. The move itself:

When you put on a flamboyant display of your powers, roll + Superior. On a 7-9, name one NPC present. On a 10+, name two NPCs present. The named NPCs must either volunteer help or information, express admiration, or ask for your help, GM’s choice. On a miss, your display catches someone watching in the wrong way.

I'm not sure if I can declare another super, or if the GM provides me options and I can pick one. But yeah, having a minor success is better than the failure option imo.

I don't think so...

Twitch rubs her hands together in anticipation. She always got a tiny bit nervous before a show. Wait..no. This isn't just a show, its a rescue. She needed to put the lives of the hostages over ratings. Well, she could do both if she was smart enough.

Twitch pulls in the as much light energy as she can to create a large disco ball in the center of the amphitheater.

Time for a Show!: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 2) + 1 = 5
Uh oh... First the race, now this...

Surfing on the sand? Wish that was a real life thing.

Moxie does not have influence on Twitch.

Twitch does trust Moxie as current team leader, and she knows the team well enough that she thinks they can handle her own. However...she is a little wary of Manifest and Siphon ever since the mention of brain draining.

Twitch is still primarily wanting to stand out and keep things fun (she's fully planning to stream the event). Oh, and save some folks (but she's assuming that'll naturally happen since the team is so great).

Twitch grabs the salt shaker and places it places it in the center of Moxie's improvised map.

"Guys, just leave the distractions to me. I mean, I've made a whole career about getting attention, shouldn't be to hard right? One Tron bike maze later and we'll clean this up no problem."

It only made sense. Salt was in her name.

Copying Amir, I want Moxie to make me lead centerpiece, Provoking: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (3, 6) + 2 = 11
So if you do what I want, we get a team in the pool. If you don't....you take a condition. I am fully fine if you get pissed at me.

I'm good with a timeskip.

Not sure where to go from here...

"Amir? Something on your mind?"

Sure he was quiet, but he wasn't this reserved when everyone was together. And between the streaming, the promotions, and always being...."on", showing some human decency felt normal.

Oh, gotcha. Sometimes I get a bit mixed up in the scenes. Thanks for clearing that up.

Huh, Amir's stepping up.

Yu Na was used to footing the bill for most group outings. It was what she considered part of "compensation" for the group helping her make so much great content. Still, she did feel bad that Amir was paying for a contest he didn't seem to realize he had been a part of.

Note to self, figure out what Amir likes other than sand.

After the pho, which was of course delicious, Yu Na resigned herself to recovering from her food coma as she watched her teammates gabber on.

So we're all still at the restaurant? Columbia included?

"It's been a long night. You know Kilt's in the ICU right? And Manifest is being checked out by a doctor?"

Twitch takes the time to fill Amir. He was the most grounded of the group, but sometimes that meant he was gone for something almost as much as Twitch was when her streams called her.

Yu Na gives Siphon a look over. She sighs and puts away her phone, stands up, and streches.

"Alrighty," she exclaims, deciding Siphon wasn't going to make good on her word. "I could use some food. It's been ages. I'm planning on waiting at the hospital to see how The Kilt does, but I don't want to starve death doing it. There's a Pho place nearby, family owned and extra large servings. You guys in?"

Yu Na raises her eyebrows, as Miss Moxie closes the distance.

"You really don't know? And I thought I was out of the loop..."

With that, Yu Na fills Moxie in on what she's aware of, mainly: she reiterates that Siphon is being weirdly aggressive, Manifest is having a freakout, Kilt's in the ICU, and she has no idea where Amir is.

"While I was trying to get a hold of our public image, everyone apparently went wild. And that-" she nudges her head over to the still large amount patients, "is part of the result.."

Yu Na pulls out her phone and goes through her favorites for what must have been the 15th time since she arrived at the hospital. Her knees bounced in place, as her slouched hunched deeper and deeper.

She opens her contacts, and texts Amir.

Hey, everyone's at the hospital. Where are you? I need to blow off some steam and everyone else is a bit...heated at the moment.

Good ol' Amir. Surely he'd save her from this boredom.

"Mox? That you?"

Twitch had parked herself in the waiting room, laptop on her lap as her legs were folded criss-cross. To one side was a snoring older woman, to the other side a small mound of sodas, chips, and a small backpack.

She nudges her head to the hallway.

"Manifest and Siphon are having a magic playdate in their room. The Kilt is in the ICU, main reason why I haven't left yet. Don't tell Siphon that. I'm not sure if she was serious about wanting to give me a mind whammy."

And I thought I was out of the loop

"Kilt's in the ICU. It's bad. Never thought someone could take out that stubborn ass, but....well..."

She shifts uncomfortably, brushing her hair behind her ear. And then Siphon's words hit her ears.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Did I hear right? You want to mind wammy me? What the f+~$!?"

Siphon had always been an interesting character, and Twitch hadn't really considered her much past the view numbers she could draw while she was filming. But memory alteration? Even after she's come back to her senses, Twitch didn't like the sound of two magically enhanced teens with eyes on her.

"Look," Twitch states harshly, throwing open the door, "clearly you guys are fine on your own. I'm going to get out of here. I have some extra cash from my viewership, it should cover your medical stay. Get treated, get rested, and I'll come back when we aren't pointing mind-jammers at teammates, okay?"

Classic Twitch. Throw money at the problem, should probably fix it.

"I'm not blind Manifest." Yu Na states flatly. "A little entitled and maybe glitzy, but it doesn't take much to realize that when Columbia tells me Siphon and Manifest are in this room..."

She lets the thought play out.

"It's not that big of a deal, is it? I mean, you don't look half bad with your mask off."

Her words weren't meant to be callous or unthoughtful, in her mind the worst she was being practical.

"Have you guys seen The Kilt? I heard he's not doing well."

So there's a curtain? Hmm...I established I sensed a tension already. I'll make it work.

Maybe it was Manifest's magics, but even before tossing aside the curtain Yu Na could feel the uncomfortable tension. And all that was before she saw what could only be described as what the tabloids would pay thousands for. A pair of powerful young teens in the throes of a powerful argument, or something. Honestly, the smile on Siphon's face was a bit creepy, but it was aimed at Manifest so....

"I have no idea what's going on, but if you two get into a knockout brawl I don't think I could stop either of you..." Yu Na states, a confused look on her face.

Hmm...intense scene, would it be rude to jump in?

I have to get settled for the upcoming semester. If I start reading Ward now, I'm not sure I could pace myself.

Yu Na held back a swear. The Kilt was in critical condition? That was....unexpected. It seemed like nothing could hold that stubborn mule back...

She approached the room indicated by Columbia, and opened the door, stepping inside.

"Guys! Are you o-"

She stops, seeing the tense situation in the room.

Not getting answers, Yuna opts to be more helpful and starts constructing light constructs to help splint limbs and stabilize spines.

Thankfully, her hands can stay free for some quick texting.

Team? Where is everyone? Hospital is being swamped by patients.

It should also be stated that Yu Na hates poor spelling and grammer.

Back in the states!

To all my games, I am going to be leaving tomorrow for a humanitarian trip to help those in need. I will only have access to my smartphone at the time, so I will not be able to post during this time. I estimate my return to the boards in the first week of January.

If I'm a player and you find this absence unfavorable, I understand if you remove me from the game.

If I'm the GM, and you'd rather leave the game if it stalls for this long, I understand your withdrawal.

In either case, message me and we'll get things sorted out.

But I do wish everyone Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Twitch, tries to hide the fact that she's a bit surprised to find out what her team had gotten into while she had been away.

"Where's my team?" she asks, a bit more concern in her voice than she'd like.

Finals are over!

Twitch smiles, remembering the first time she discovered her powers. The fun, mischief, and general shenanigans she took part of. Her nose began to twitch as she smelled the smoky scent of several folks being rushed to the ER. She took a quick glance, before turning back to the fan.

"Not really visiting someone, just helping out someone I know. But an invisible empath? You'd do great for recon. Train up, stay alive, and next time I might be the one who's excited to meet you."

She gives him a wink, manifests her LOL insignia with the star eyes and stuck out tongue, shoots it to him so it bursts in a shower of small hard-light coins (paying homage to a certain plumber) and waves goodbye.

She double checks to make sure her camera equipment is put away. While a glory hog, she was never one to capitalize on other's misfortune. She approaches the heroes.

"O, A-team. What happened?"

"Ouch, looks like that hurts." Twitch says, entering the room after she makes sure it's clear.

"Didn't expect to see a fan here."

For someone who dealt with her fanbase through a screen primarily, the one-on-one meetings left her more at a loss for words than she'd like to admit. Hopefully, the kid's eagerness would make up for that.

Of all the...

Tiwtch throws on her best streamer face, and peeks around the door into the patient's room, as if a parent was playing peek-a-boo with their child. However, in this case she was greeting a possible fan.

"Someone call?" she asks.

Go ahead and rope me in,more fun that way, more problems to deal with.

Aren't you effectively knocked out/removed from the scene if you have all conditions marked?

Twitch, irritated that somehow she got roped in to being a messagner boy, decides to she's had enough.

"He'll send you the details if he wants to Kilt. I'm going." and hangs up. Kneading two knuckles into her forehead she pulls out a notepad and pen, supplies usually meant for the uber fans that wanted an autograph on the spot.

"Call him here kid. It only works once and then the routing service will give you an error. Kilt wants to help, but just know that doesn't mean its a good thing."

And with that, Twitch leaves.

To a group chat (including The Kilt) she starts sending off messages.

So, everyone ready for tomorrow, or are you all having fun without me?

Also, Manifest, I want to talk to you about an idea I've been working on.

"Listen, kilt boy, I tracked down the guy you're after, you want to talk to him or not? Otherwise, I'm going to meet up with the others."

Twitch is starting to get peeved with Kilt's 'yell first' mentality.

Amir, I'm not sure but I feel there's you're going to have a mental conflict with who Twitch plays and who she 'truly' is. Should be fun.

I don't think we need to much. From what we've done so far the team dynamic will most likely not change too much. There needs to be enough that we want to stay a team (whatever the reason) but there's enough minutia to have different levels of investment between relationships.

Great I found him...now what?

She pulls out her smartphone, getting a videochat ready with The Kilt.

If he accepts the call, she holds up the phone for their 'conversation.'

Midterms successfully slayed. Now just the normal homework and essays for a while.

Siphon, you were a defense attorney?

It was hard sometimes to set everything in motion. She had her audience primed, the date for the training session was ready, and she had even nabbed a twitch stream with the ever fun-to-make-mad Kilt. Excuse me. THE Kilt.

But as her drones went offline and flew back to their charging stations, Twitch found herself....alone.

Huh. The silence was odd to her.

But this was easily remedied.

"Alright, what did Kilt need me to do...go find some kid?" She finds the text and, weaving together a light suit, starts sliding away towards the hospital, trying to track this Conner kid.

I've been meaning to figure out rss feeds.

Is it worth it Manifest?

Twitch smiles and she approaches Dante as she weves the light around her to make a gaudy reporter suit, fake microphone, and holds it up to Dante. Her drones zoom forward for a close-up.

"Dante, Dante, a comment for the audiences watching at home?" she asks, a terrible professional's cantor spilling from her mouth.

Conniving Otter Charlatans?

Or....she should be the leader all the time.

"Yeah, I wanna see if my team can handle what you're putting up. Like I said, win, win, win."

Twitch can see the text alert on her shades, and a quick open reveals The Kilts highly regular slough of profanity and charm.

Sry. Busy planning our stream debut. Also talking to hothead. xoxoxo she texts back quickly.

"Wholly agreed, and I get the footage to prove the back half at least."

Ooh boy, this is escalating...

"Dante! Just the man I wanted to see."

Perhaps this could work...

"Dante, my friends and I were on our way here after hearing your interview, you know, the one where you look extra 'inferno.' Anyway, it seems we're having a bit of a tussle here as well, so I'm going to propose something."

Her drones lower themselves so its clear to everyone in the area that they are being streamed live to the internet.

"You want us to have proper training? How about a crash course, a Al-Dante Special. For one day, you get to try and drill into our heads what it means to be a hero. It serves as a consequence for these lovely two ladies who seem to have tiff with your men, and you get to do some good for a few supers. That's a win, win, win in my book."

Provoke Someone: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (6, 6) + 2 = 14
Finally!!!

I keep missing these 'lines' of updates.

Twitch touched down off her light trail, sliding on it like an ice skater. She turns to her cameras, and shrugs.

"Can't win them all folks, but hey, that's why they won't let my call this team Twitch and the Holograms."

She looks around to see if she came in last, but surprisingly she doesn't see a sign on the McGregor kid. But it does seem like something was starting to kick off in a very McGregor fashion. Touching her control console, she controls her drones to get a bit closer.

Nothing like a bit of social dominance to get the audience going.

Normally, she left the cameras off for the more personal stuff, but if they were going to have a fight in front of crowd, Twitch wanted to be sure she could get a good angle for it.

Provoke Ingressl: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 1) + 1 = 4
Why does the dice roller hate me...

"Hey Ingress, can I call you Ingress? I mean, you know you could end the conversation like that." She snaps her fingers for dramatic effect.

"Just leave."

Definitely Insecure. Also, could you put links to the playbooks and basic moves at the top of the page again?

Twitch harrumphs as Amir comes to her aid. She didn't like it. She didn't need his help, she only a little behind was all.

She get's up on her feet, her Tron costume still wrapped around her and shoots Amir an exasperated look.

"Thanks, but I'm fine. If you have time to worry about me, join the race already."

She would have to rely on an old trick to make up time. She focused an intense amount of hard light under her to boost her into the air, and from there she formed glider-like wings to help sail her to the goal

Unleash your Power: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (3, 3) + 1 = 7

Unleash: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 2) + 1 = 4

Perhaps it was a bit too much to start with, but As the threads of light come together to create a tron cycle. It only gets a few meters before speed and force of the slope she's riding on pushes the hardened light past its limit, and the Tron cycle disperses leaving Twitch to skid down the light track she's created.

Ouch.

If its up to me, and to keep Twitch in the "capable" are of things, how about she can create hard light that also can create mechanical objects (emulating the lantern corps) however, the fragility of her hard light can be stressed easily, and under strain they'll shatter.

Just a little something...

Twitch weaves the light into a blue tinge and as the Kilt runs off he sports a spiky main of blue with a small word bubble following him with the words Gotta Go Fast!

As for Twitch herself, She sprints off, one drone following her and another switching around her teammates.

"Place your bets! Place your bets!" she shouts up tot he drone. One of the functions of her chat stream is that folks could place a bid token on one of the results of the race. It was free of course, no sense in actually taking money through gambling, but the winners did receive special emotes to use.

So if Amir's a fan, he'd definitely get an alert on this, right?

Twitch weaves the light around her to give a Tron aesthetic. She begins running down the sidewalk, moving through the crowd, before she starts climbing a path made of light on the nearby buildings.

Think I can green lantern this and make a Tron cycle? That might be pushing it...