A cool breeze blows through the open window across the room from you, making the curtains dance while it carries the sounds of early-morning commuters and holo-screen billboards along with it. On a normal morning you might be vaguely annoyed at the obnoxious advertisements, or maybe appreciative of the gentle wind that offers a brief respite from the early summer warmth, but in the darkness of the unfamiliar apartment it barely even registers with you as you stare blankly up at the ceiling.

Despite your exhaustion you've barely managed to get any sleep throughout the night, even the shower and change of clothes couldn't relax you enough to give you a restful sleep. So instead you've been lying down on the couch drifting in and out of consciousness for the last few hours, your mind tiredly turning over your memories of last night's 'escapades' as well as thoughts about the somewhat charred remains of your life. Obviously there's nothing stopping you from continuing school or your work as a courier aside from the obvious lack of an actual home, though that's easily enough remedied in the short-term by couch surfing here at Argonza's place until you can find someplace else or your renter's insurance pays out, no...the real problem, or question more accurately, is exactly how much your powers are going to affect your life.

As long as you can remember you've always wanted to help people, obviously that's not all you've ever had planned with your life but it is one of the biggest reasons you came to Millennium City instead of going to someplace like New York or Vibora Bay, and of course you've had fantasies of having superpowers...you doubt there's ever been a little boy who DIDN'T dream of being a superhero at least once or twice, but now that you've had that wish granted you're not really sure what to do with yourself. A frustrated sigh escapes you as you try to shake the recurring thoughts from your head, before unintentionally starting the process all over again.

Before you can get too lost in the circular argument with yourself, however, the soft sound of dress shoes padding across the lush carpet of the living room draws your attention towards the apartment's regular occupant. "Hey..." You say quietly as you sit up and look at her properly, looking a little quizzically at the neatly pressed slacks and dress shirt she's wearing as she sets her jacket across the back of the recliner and straightens her tie. "You always dress like that?"

The heroine lets out a short snort of amusement and shakes her head before turning and making her way towards the kitchen, "No, but I do have to wear it more than I'd really like to." She replies simply as she gets into the cabinet and grabs herself a mug before glancing at you and motioning to the freshly-brewed coffee pot...apparently she must have it on a timer. "You want a cup?"

You shrug as you push yourself up off the couch, twisting to pop your back as you do so, before joining her in the kitchen, "Sure, might as well. I'm probably going to need the caffeine today."

There's a short silence while she pulls another mug from the cabinet and closes it before filling both of your cups up. "Do you want creamer? I've only got French vanilla, but at least it's something." She asks as she opens up the fridge and grabs the aforementioned container, waiting for you to nod before pouring a good amount in both mugs and dropping a spoon in each of them before turning and gently placing the creamer back in the fridge.

"Thanks..." You mutter while picking one of the mugs up off the counter as she motions to it, "I appreciate it."

She offers you a small smile in return as both of you stir the spoons in your respective cups or a few seconds before watching you as you take a small sip of the rich liquid, her smile growing a bit larger when you savor the surprisingly delicious drink. "I get the mix from a small shop that my friend owns in West Side." She tells you simply, clearly a little proud of the blend, before taking a sip of her own and walking over to sit down at the table. "Did you get any sleep at all last night?"

"Some." You reply, shrugging noncommittally, "Mostly just sat there thinking about stuff."

The heroine nods understandingly, motioning to the chair as she does so, "Sit down if you want, I promise that I'm not going to bite. I've got about an hour before I've got to head out, I figured we could talk a bit if you wanted." She says gently, before continuing, "So what is it that's bothering you? Are you still worried about your powers or something like that? Like I said, I understand if you are...it's nothing to be ashamed about."

A small amount of apprehension spreads through you at her question, though to be honest you're not entirely sure why. Part of you wants to completely deny her assertion and just say you were thinking about something else, and to be fair that's not entirely untrue...but it's definitely not the whole truth either. On the other hand it might be good to talk to her about your abilities, if nothing else it might help you sort through your thoughts if you hear yourself talking about them out loud, plus she IS the only you can talk to right now that might understand where you're coming from. After all it's sure as hell not like your sister, or any other part of your family, is going to be able to relate to what it's like to suddenly being able to shoot lighting from your hands.
(Options in next post.)

What do you want to talk about?
>Tell her how you feel about your abilities, though leave out your thoughts about superheroes. You're not interested in sounding stupid right now.
>Be honest with her, she's the one asking about it and it's not likely you'll get to talk to anybody else who can understand you right now.
>Deny that you've got any issues with your powers, tell her that you're just worried about what you're going to do about school and work.
>Straight up deny that you have any problems at all. While you appreciate the help, you don't really feel the need to talk about this kind of stuff with an almost total stranger.
>Try to evade the question, though you're not really sure what you're going to direct the conversation to if you do this.

Also, how DO you feel about your powers?
>Unhappy. They're dangerous, and you don't like them. End of story.
>Apprehensive. You don't know for sure everything you can do, but you do know that there's a potential that they could be dangerous, both to yourself and others.
>Unsure. You just plain don't know what to think about them.
>Cautiously optimistic. You'll admit that there's some disadvantages to having your powers, but overall you have to admit that they're pretty cool...aside from having to be careful in the shower anyways.
>Enthusiastic. It's taken you a bit to get used to it, but the more that you think about them, the more excited you are to see what you can do. Sure, you need to be careful and responsible, but overall this is pretty cool!

>>32272062
>Be honest with her, she's the one asking about it and it's not likely you'll get to talk to anybody else who can understand you right now.

>Apprehensive. You don't know for sure everything you can do, but you do know that there's a potential that they could be dangerous, both to yourself and others.

At least what I can gather from our thoughts and action so far

Alrighty, looks like I'm writing to be honest with her, and that we're a bit apprehensive with our powers.

The silence in the kitchen remains nearly unbroken, aside from the scrape of the chair on the floor as you sit down, while you stare down into your cup of coffee, trying to figure out how exactly to put your thoughts into actual words. After a couple minutes, during which your host merely patiently sips on her coffee, you finally speak up. "I'm scared..." You admit apprehensively, not quite able to look her in the eye as you do so, "I mean yeah, I'll fully admit to dreaming about having super powers and going out and saving the world when I was a kid...maybe even before that, sometimes." A small chuckle escapes you, despite your nervous mood, before you continue, "But now that it actually happened, I can't help but just feel like it's a complete mistake. Of all the things I could have gotten, I ended up with being able to throw lightning at people." You say, finally looking up at her, a somewhat terrified look in your eyes, "I mean, how much more 'bad' of a power can you get than one that lets you just fry people you don't like? What happens if I go and lose my temper and accidentally electrocute everybody around me, or burn a building down or something like that?"

Kaitlin lets out a low breath and nods again, "I can see why that would bother you. I'm not going to lie to you and say that you're wrong about your powers being dangerous..." She replies slowly, clearly trying to choose her words carefully, "But almost everybody is that way when they start out. Usually the ones we have to watch are the ones that aren't worried about it at all, they're more commonly the ones that are prone to abusing their abilities."
(1/2 or 3 Also taking a bathroom break, sorry.)

You start to open your mouth to interrupt, but she continues anyways, "Look...if you want, I can try to help you learn how to use and control your powers if you want. I don't know how much I'll be able to help you, but I can at least be there to make sure nothing goes wrong...if you want much more than that then you're probably going to have to register." She says, taking another drink from her cup as you blink in confusion.

"How does registering have anything to do with learning to control my powers?" You ask curiously, though you suspect that you may already know the answer.

She shrugs, "It just gives you more resources to work with. If you're registered then you can just make an appointment for an assessment at the Power House if you want, or you can just walk in and try to figure them out yourself in their training areas. Honestly it's probably the safest place for you if you actually want to learn to USE your powers, instead of just control them." The heroine replies, before shooting you a somewhat amused smile, "And if you really want to do the whole hero thing, then you'll have more resources that way too, plus it usually keeps the cops off your ass...wish I could say the same about the press, but you know how they are with anybody in the public eye."

You blink in surprise, before narrowing your eyes somewhat suspiciously at her, "I thought you said it was better not to register?"

"No...I said that I wouldn't force you to do it. Like I said, it's not something that should be forced on anybody but criminals. Thankfully Mayor Biselle's more or less turned it into an incentive's program here, aside from the fact that the police obviously still have to take you in if they find out you're not registered. There's not much he can do about that part."
(2/3)

>>32273009
Electricity's a pretty great power though. We could use it to power power armor or something.

Or never have to pay electricity bills again.

"Huh...fair enough, I guess." You mutter in reply, before drifting off into thought, curious as to whether or not you really want to take her up on her offer, or even register at this point. Granted, like she there's definitely problems with the way the system works, but it might be better to deal with your name in a computer system that only the government has access to rather than having the cops hounding you if you ever do decide to use your powers. Either way, you might want to give the issue some thought. That's why you agreed to come back to her place in the first place anyways, isn't it?

>Accept her offer to help you learn about your powers, but you're not so sure about registering.
>Decline the offer. You appreciate it, but if you're going to learn how to use your powers then maybe you should seriously think about registering after all.
>Ask if you can think it over. Just because you're harboring some lingering fantasy from your childhood doesn't mean you should jump into anything without giving it some serious thought.
>Write-in.

>>32273661
>>Accept her offer to help you learn about your powers, but you're not so sure about registering.

>>32273719
For the record, she's not saying that you have to register for her to help you get control, she's just saying that the professionals would be more useful to you than she would. Sorry if I didn't make that clear.

Also yeah, there's no way you're getting off that list if you get on it, short of a complete wipe of the list anyways.

>>32273661

>Accept her offer to help you learn about your powers, but you're not so sure about registering.

I kinda want to go the reluctant vigilante route but I have a feeling people are going to beat me to death with sham wows

Alrighty, looks like I'm writing to accept the offer, though we're gonna hold off on registering for a while. We don't need no government employees to tell us how to control our powers...except for the one hat's doing it illegally.

>>32273661
>Write-in.

We need to know the laws about registering, before anything else. What does it mean to register, what are our responsibilities, what are the risks?

>>32273661
>>Accept her offer to help you learn about your powers, but you're not so sure about registering.
I mean learning how to use the stuff seems like a wise idea. But fuck registration. Just need one mutant phobic social movement before that registration list turns into a hit list.

Numbah One is the name Bolt already claimed by any known Mutants?

Giving it some thought, you decide that as nice as it may sound to have those resources she's talking about, you're still not convinced that you want to register, though you do decide that you should probably accept her offer to help train you, albeit somewhat reluctantly. "Well...yeah, I guess I could use the help, if you don't mind, Captain, but I think I'm still gonna hold off on registering for now. Honestly I want to know exactly what I'd be getting myself into if I let them put me into the system, you know?"

Kaitlin rolls her eyes at your use of her rank, though she does nod at your answer. "I understand, Mike, don't worry about that." She replies, pausing to tip back her mug and swallow the small amount of coffee left in it, before pushing away for the table and moving to rinse it out. "If you'd like I can sit down with you and actually talk over the finer points of it once I get back...not really sure how long I'll be gone though. If not then no big deal, I'll probably just go on patrol then, unless you want to start your training tonight. Also, you don't have to call me Captain...seriously. I'm not big on rank, and I prefer my actual name to some kind of codename. Not saying it's stupid or anything, I'm just not-" She stops herself before going any further, a somewhat embarrassed smile crossing her face as she does so, "Ah...sorry 'bout that, didn't meant to get started on a rant."

A small crosses your own face at that, as you wave her off, "No big deal." You reply, before shrugging at her earlier question, wondering if you should go ahead and make plans with her later, especially if she doesn't know when she's going to get back...you've got a few other things that you might want to do today yourself.
(choices next post.)

>Make plans to sit down and talk about what all registration entails.
>Make plans to start training with her tonight.
>You'll play it by ear. You're not sure what might happen today, though you certainly wouldn't mind starting in on training if the chance presents itself.
>Not tonight. You'd rather just do your own thing tonight.
>Write-in.

>>32274494
make plans to talk about registration, and do some independent research in the meantime. Obviously a government agent isn't going to give us the full drawbacks.

>>32274428
Not that I know of. Granted I don't know every single character with in the champions universe, but if there is one then they're obviously they're not important enough to this particular campaign for me to know about them.

Rolled 11

>>32274512
Make plans to train. Learn first how to control. Also gives time to discuss the laws

>>32274512
>>Make plans to start training with her tonight.

>>32274494
These. We had probably ought to see if we can retrieve any of our shit and go to class and work.

Looks like the popular vote is to make plans to train later. Writing now.

"Well, I wouldn't mind getting started on learning how to control...this." You say, motioning to yourself as you do so, drawing a smirk from the heroine in the process as she looks you up and down, clearly amused at the statement...or maybe it's the fact that you're wearing a too-small shirt and a pair of cookie-monster pajama pants that bunch up a bit around your feet.

"Guess I can't blame you. We wouldn't want any OTHER disasters to occur...we'll work on your powers too." She replies in a slightly teasing tone, as she grabs her jacket off the recliner and slips it on and starts doing up the buttons while you blow out a vaguely annoyed breath.

"I can't wait to start." You deadpan slightly, though you do smile a little at the jab.

Kaitlin shoots a grin back at you, before waving to the apartment in general, "Make yourself at home, Mike. Like I said, I don't know for sure how long I'll be gone, but it'll probably be at least until one or two. Your clothes are in the drier, they should probably be just about done by now...if you're not here when I get back I'll stick around for an hour or two, before heading out on patrol. Feel free to use the phone or whatever if you need to call anybody, I'm sure your family's worried about you if they know about the fire." She says quickly, before stepping out into the hallway, "Other than that, call me if anything happens." With that she pulls the door shut behind her, leaving you in the apartment, blinking in a small amount of surprise at the fact that you hadn't even considered the fact that your family might have heard about your apartment building.
(1/2 or 3)

With little else to keep you company other than the slowly growing noise of the city filtering in through the open window, you wander over to the couch again and sit down as you try to decide what you're going to do. Obviously you're going to have to MCU at some point this week to talk to your teachers about what's happened. All of your text books and the homework that you had finished, ready to turn in next week, are reduced to ashes, along with the rest of your apartment...really you suppose that you should probably call in to John, your boss, and tell him what's happened as well...assuming he hasn't fired you for a no-show no-call yet...he's kind of a dick.

You also do suppose that you might want to call somebody in your family to tell them that you're alright...talking to Dad isn't really your favorite thing in the world, and Mom's even worse...especially when it comes to these kinds of things, but it's probably necessary, though you could just call Brooke, your sister, to make sure she knows you're alright. You get along with her a lot better, honestly, and if you do that then you'd probably be able to convince her to call Mom and Dad for you, though you're sure you'd end up getting some flak from them next time you talk to them...as if that's any different from any other occasion.

The idea of heading by and seeing what's left of your apartment building occurs to you as well...you sincerely doubt that there's anything of value left in your apartment, assuming that YOUR apartment even exists anymore, but it might be worth a look. Of course, with everything else that's happened in the last twenty-four hours, it might be best to just take some time to yourself and try to relax...maybe watch some TV and mess with your goggles a little, see if the HUD you installed into them still works or if you ended up frying them last night. You hope they're okay, it took you a decent amount of time to get them right.
(Choices in the next post...again.)

What do you want to do?
>Go in and talk to your teachers to see if you can get some leniency.
>See if you still have a job.
>Call somebody in your family and let them know what's going on and that you're okay. Who do you want to call?
>Go by your apartment building to see what's left of it.
>Take some personal time to mess with the goggles. [Roll 3d10 to see if they're okay.]
>Write-in.

Rolled 10, 7, 5 = 22

>>32275518
>>Take some personal time to mess with the goggles. [Roll 3d10 to see if they're okay.]

>>32275518
>Call somebody in your family and let them know what's going on and that you're okay. Who do you want to call?
Our parents it'll only get worse the more we put it off while we do that we should
>Take some personal time to mess with the goggles. [Roll 3d10 to see if they're okay.]
Having unpleasant conversation with parents often lead to awkward silences or the usual rants and or lectures. Perfect opportunity for SCIENNNNCCCCEE

Rolled 11, 11, 13 = 35

>>32275518
Call the teachers, call the job and tell them you need a few days to get your life back together because Fire. The school will understand, the boss can fire you "At Will" but you'll get unemployment for 120 bucks a week. Call your sister, but don't go out. Turn on the TV and see if you can find the morning news, see about the fire, and see if you're famous/infamous yet. Leaving the apartment is dangerous at this point, as Matt could of ID'd you to the police. And... Take some personally time with the goggles

>>32275603
>d20s
Ya fucked up

>>32275518
Email the teachers, call family, call work.

Then do some research on the laws surrounding registration.

Rolled 9, 7, 4 = 20

>>32275603
oops

Looks like popular choices are to notify teachers and work, and then call your parents before working on the goggles.
Your parents are divorced, which one do you want to call first, or does it not matter?

Rolled 19

>>32275713
Call the sister and key get dirty it out.

>>32275713
Call mom first.

>>32275755
Wrong dice.

>>32275713
Mom

Leaning back against the couch, you decide that, rather than putting it off, you really should start making some calls to make sure that everybody that needs to know what's going on is at least told. With that thought in mind you push yourself up off the couch and make your way over to the desktop computer sitting in the corner of the living room, slightly hesitating to get onto it for a second or two before deciding that this is important enough to use it, and she DID tell you to make yourself at home.

Fifteen minutes later you log out of your email and stand up from behind the desk, having sent each of your teachers a nearly identical message explaining the situation and asking for a few days to take stock of your situation and rebuild your life. You make sure to completely close the browser and push the chair back in before grabbing the phone off it's base and punching in your boss' number, though you do take a short moment to brace yourself for the coming shit-storm before pressing the call button.

As the phone rings, unanswered, for nearly a minute you blow out an impatient breath, and you're about to hang up and try again when finally you hear a click followed by your boss' ever-impatient voice, "Macgrath courier services, I'm John, how can I help you today?"

"Hey, John, it's Mike-"

Before you can even finish your sentence your boss has already started tearing into you on the other end of the line. "Hogelin?! Where the hell are you? You were supposed to be here an hour ago!" He growls angrily, though to his credit he does manage to keep himself from shouting, though you can tell from his tone that he desperately wants to.
(1/?)

>>32276126
>Macgrath courier services

Oh you cheeky bastard

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>>32276126
>Macgrath courier services

>>32276155
>>32276247
I don't really get it. Google tells me infamous reference?

Your grip on the phone tightens somewhat at the interruption, though you thankfully manage to keep a hold on your emotions, rather than unload your quickly growing frustration on your boss. "I'm sorry I'm not there, John, but I'm having a bit trouble right now. I'm staying at a, uh...friend's place." You reply in a somewhat clipped tone, "My apartment building burnt down last night."

A low, somewhat awkward, groan comes from the other side of the line before your boss slowly speaks back up, his tone decidedly apologetic, "Ah...I'm sorry to hear that, Michael." He mutters, surprising you more than just a little bit, "I'm, uh not sure how much I can help, but is there anything I can do for you?"

You let out a small, disbelieving chuckle at your boss' offer, before composing yourself, "Uh...well keeping my job would be nice." You reply hopefully, though considering the uncomfortable sigh that John lets out at the request you get the feeling it's not going to happen.

"Look...you know the policy here, Mike. I mean, obviously this is a special circumstance, but I still don't make the rules, you know?" He says, leading you to let out a sigh of your own as you nod to yourself, though before you can reply he continues, "I can give you a week, at most, but after that then I don't really have much of a choice. You've always been a good kid, and I'll make sure to mark you as rehireable, but that's about all I can promise you."

Well...that's better than you'd expected, honestly, though you are a little disappointed, "Yeah...I understand, John. I'm not sure how quick I'll be able to get back in there, but if I can then I'll be back in before the end of the week." You reply, grateful, if for no other reason, that you aren't just being fired on the spot like you'd half-expected.

"Alright...well, I hope things work out for you, Mike, and if you don't make it back then I'll make sure you get some kind of severance pay. Call me if you need anything, and good luck."
(2/?)

Afraid I'm going to have to take a quick break again, sorry about that, I know my posting time isn't spectacular in the first place, but I've got to eat something or I'm just gonna get distracted again later. Anyways, I'll get back to doing what I'm supposed to be doing as quick as possible, hopefully without taking forever and a day to start talking to mother dearest.

You shrug, mostly to yourself, thinking that while you appreciate the sentiment the chances of you calling him for anything other than something job-related are nearly non-existent, "Thanks, John, I'll talk to you later." You reply, feeling just a little awkward as you kill the call.

Making your way back to the couch you flop down onto the comfortable piece of furniture and run a hand through your already hair, messing it up even worse than it already was, before looking reluctantly down at the phone in your other hand again. While you weren't thrilled at the idea of calling in to work, you knew that, at worst, you wouldn't have to deal with John ever again if he decided to fire you. Unfortunately, you think while your mom's number, you know that the direct opposite is true of your next call.

Regardless of whatever happens, there's no way you're going to be able to completely avoid either of your parents for the rest of your life and, in all honestly, you don't actually want to have to feel that way. Despite the complete mess that is your family you do love them...you just wish that they didn't have to be so god damned annoying! At least if they were annoying in the same ways then you would be able to just have a single strategy for dealing with them, instead you're forced to come up with a veritable playbook of different responses to various family members, and god help you, and everybody else in the general vicinity, if your parents have to come together for something. Honestly, you sometimes question Brooke's sanity, for the simple reason that she was bound and determined to have both Mom and Dad at her wedding.

(3/4 or 5? Also ended up having to actually make something, so I found it and put it in the oven but I'm still going to be a bit slower than normal.)

>>32276942
> you think while your mom's number
That's supposed to be 'you think while you dial your mom's number'

A quiet groan escapes your mouth as you realize that you're just putting the off the inevitable. The longer that you sit here stewing in problems that you're in no way capable of fixing, the harder it's going to be to make the call, and you know it. With that in mind you finally force yourself to press your thumb down on the call button and bring the phone up to your ear. Your call goes unanswered for several rings before, finally, a familiar voice answers the phone. "Hello?"

"Uh...hey, Mom, it's me." You answer, doing your best to keep a fairly upbeat tone to your voice, though in reality you merely succeed at keeping it neutral.

Your mom lets out a surprised gasp, "Mikey! Oh honey, it's great to hear your voice, I'm sorry I didn't recognize the number, did you get a new phone or something? You hardly ever call me, so I might have missed you if you tried calling earlier." She replies rapidly, an overly cheerful tone permeating her voice.

You shake your head, more at the fact that you recognize that you brought this upon yourself more than anything, before answering her, "No, Mom, it's not my phone. I, uh...I lost that one, I have to get a new one."
(4/? Getting the oven now so it's a short post probably. Be back soon.)

"Oh, well okay, honey. You'll have to call me when you get your new one, that way I have your number." She says, keeping her happy tone, though there is certainly a somewhat demanding aspect to her voice.

"Well, yeah, of course I will." You reply, feeling just a small twinge of annoyance at her direction, despite the fact that you're forced to call her rather than the other way around more often than not, unless she's wanting something at any rate.

"Alright...so, how are you doing? Have you talked to your sister recently? She was down here visiting last week, and I swear she looks like she's just about ready to pop. I didn't even know until last Monday that she's actually carrying twins!"

You nod to yourself at her question, a small grin appearing on your face, despite the situation. You knew that she and Jason were dealing with twins, in fact the day she found out she called you, cussing you out about it since you'd been joking that that was what would happen from the beginning. "Yeah, I went over and saw her yesterday..."

There's a short, somewhat awkward pause as you trail off, before you hear your mom speak up again, her voice slipping into a somewhat concerned tone at your silence, "Hey, are you still there?"

"Uh...yeah, yeah, I'm still here, Mom. Sorry about that." You reply quickly, though you regret it pretty quickly as it seems to set off some kind of warning bell in your mother's head.

"Is something wrong, Michael?"
(5/6.)

You sigh somewhat tiredly at the question, "Ah, well, kind of..." You mutter, hesitating as you try to decide exactly how much of your situation you really want to tell her. Unfortunately one of the most annoying and, in this particular situation, possibly dangerous things about your mother's reactions to bad news is that she has a tendency to spread it like the plague. Once she knows that something's gone wrong you doubt that there will be a single one of her friends, or quite possibly the entire town, that doesn't know about it, not to mention that she's among those who thinks that meta-humans can be 'cured'. Technically you suppose she's right, though even as apprehensive of your powers as you are, you're about as interested as being forced to take a cure as you are in being forced to register. Still, she is your mother, and at some level you feel that she might deserve to know the truth about what's going on with you.

So how much are you going to tell her about what's going on?
>Full disclosure. Tell her everything, but make sure she knows that this isn't something that she should be spreading around.
>Just tell her about the fire. It's not that you don't trust her to keep a secret, it's just that...okay, yeah it's mostly that.
>Tell her about the fire, but downplay it, so that it doesn't seem quite so big of a deal. You are not interested in dealing with your mom freaking out more than you have to and, honestly, does she really have to know all the little details?
>Write-in.

>>32277646
Just tell her about the fire. It's not that you don't trust her to keep a secret, it's just that...okay, yeah it's mostly that.
You're just coming off knowing about it yourself you'll tell her when you get your shit together, besides who says if shell believe you?

>>32277646
>>Just tell her about the fire. It's not that you don't trust her to keep a secret, it's just that...okay, yeah it's mostly that.

My roommate just went and stabbed himself in the foot with a freaking beer bottle. I'm taking his drunk ass to the hospital to get stitches because he's a dumb ass. Sorry for yet another interruption, folks...tonight seems to be full of them, not something I'm particularly proud of. At any rate, if the thread is still alive when I get back I'll write to tell her about the fire. In the meantime, if you feel like it, I'd appreciate any thoughts on how things are going so far, though you're obviously not obligated to do so.

Anyways, I'll be back as soon as this idiot's taken care of...I'm STILL waiting for him to get dressed.

>>32277835
good luck bro. sorry to hear about your problems with the drunk asshole.

>>32277835
Poor guy, all the best for him.
Going well OP; loving it so far.
Looking forward to electrical shenanigans!
Hope you get your dinner

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>>32278468
/tg/ is pretty slow right now. It's not going to fall off the board for another 5 hours at least.

>>32278622
Usually.
Sometimes it can surprise you though.
In the meantime, let's discuss what we can do with our powers:
We can probably power stuff eventually, right?
Instead of going full Iron Man, why don't we go Crysis?
Stealth suits and stuff?
Rather than just painting ourselves with a big target sign.

Back home, but it's probably going to be a bit before I get back to what I'm supposed and want to be doing. Like I said, sorry for the stupid interruptions, but with any luck when I get back for real then I won't have to deal with much else.

Also, if anybody's interested at all, stupid drunk roommate is fine...almost got me a damned ticket though.

>>32278914
Unlucky man, glad to hear no-one's seriously injured though.
Really enjoying the thread so far, but take your time; good things are worth waiting for.

Quick question though; just how much electricity CAN we generate? Not in an exact kinda way, but do we need to recharge and stuff? Could we power something big and heavy?

>>32278874
We're a broke college student, not Tony Stark. If we do make power armor it will probably cost a couple thousand dollars with off the shelf parts. It would probably help boost strength and endurance instead of making us more agile or stealthy, I'm not sure how electricity could help with that.

There's no way we're making anything like an Iron Man or Crysis suit anytime soon.

Hell, we can make power armor now. The big challenge is miniaturizing the power source, which we are.

>>32279007
But Tony Stark did it!
In a cave!

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>>32278941
Not saying we shouldn't do that but do you think we can right now?
We're a broke college student, and a homeless one at that. I think we might need to start small and work our way up.
Maybe try and go full infamous with our powers and stuff? We could skate on power lines!
Also, I totally want to make an amp

>>32279064
It would probably look closer like the junk bot he built in that cave instead of the flying thing that shoots tiny missiles and particle beams.

>>32279112
Want to take bets on how long it would take before SHIELD was knocking on Cap's door?

>>32279092
We can always bring metal bars and turn them into super tasers with reach for now.
Maybe stun grenades by throwing super-charged tin cans?

>>32279112
Absolutely. But it did look pretty cool.

>>32279127
Wait, what?

Answering a couple questions since I've got a minute or two at the moment.
>>32278941
At the moment you're able to generate a decent amount of electricity, enough to power a few essential appliances, and then go get in to a fight and such. It's definitely more than enough to accidentally on purpose kill somebody.
That said you do have to recharge regularly at the moment. You'll have to either ration it out pretty well or keep where you can draw on the power grid or something.
>>32279007
I don't want to say too much about the suits or anything like that, but as for the endurance and such, you do already have a pretty good amount. I really need to go in and actually break down electrokinesis on the character sheet, so that everybody can see its natural buffs, or whatever you want to call them.
You don't have as much strength and endurance as you would have if you chose to focus on those, but you do have above average in both.
[spoilers]Hooray for Charles Atlas super powers?
>>32279127
What exactly do you mean by that? Are talking about Primus or Until or whatever?

Also, time for me to disappear again.

>>32279317
Ahh...
Cheers.
Hm. Well, I suppose we can earn our keep at least; powering appliances whilst we look for more permament lodgings.

>>32279317
...OP?
Bump anyway

Bump
Is OP just completely dead or something?

Bump

Fuck, guys. This has just been a hell of a shitty session on my part. Hoping to god it doesn't kill the quest, sorry about that.
As for why it's taken me so long, I'm tired of talking about the drunk guy, and I'm sure you're tired of the excuses, but suffice it to say that I'm getting a new roommate.
I'm going to grab breakfast and a quick shower and then I'll get to work telling Mom about the fire.

Sorry again guys, I really am.

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>>32284181
Don't sweat it

Rolled 19

>>32284181
Rolling for you to have a better day.

Back, for good this time.
I think...
>Writing.

>>32285196
Woo!

Rolled 8

>>32285196
Doing a little dance. Making a little love. Getting down tonight

"Michael..."

"My apartment building burnt down, Mom." You say reluctantly, wincing as you hear her let out a shout of alarm but pushing forward before she can say anything else, "I'm fine, you know, not hurt or anything, but I just thought you'd prefer to hear it from me before anybody else."

Despite your assurances your mother still can't resist the barrage of questions, though to be fair it is kind of hard to blame here in this case. Finally, once she's determined that you are not, in fact making the call from within a burning inferno, she seems to calm down a bit. "Well, do you have anywhere to stay? The house is always open to you, you know, and I'm pretty sue that Samantha is still single..."

Your eyes roll at the not-so-subtle direction that you should go back 'home', the fact that she tells you nearly the same thing every time would almost be comical if it wasn't so annoying, "No, Mom, I'm not moving back to Waynoka, and yeah I'm staying someplace right now. A friend of mine is letting me crash in her apartment." You say, not even bothering to respond to the comment she made about your ex-girlfriend.

A small gasp sounds from the other end of the line, "You're living with your girlfriend?! Michael Logan Hogelin, I thought I raised you better than that! I hope you're at least using protection!" She scolds you, making you shake your head as a look of bewilderment dominates your face.

"What?! No! Damn it, Mom, I said I'm living with a friend, not my girlfriend, not that it would matter much if I was anyways." You shoot back, momentarily loosing the grip on your emotions before taking a deep breath and continuing. "Sorry, Mom...I didn't mean to shout, but yeah...like I said I'm just crashing on a friend's couch for a bit until I can get a new apartment. I haven't got the chance to call Brooke yet, you're the first one I've told, but I don't really want to bother her right now anyways, they've got enough on their hands right now."
(1/2 or 3)

Rolled 13

>>32285680
Flyingelectrosex... That's the kind of lewds in looking for. Giggity.

>>32285795
Well with our electricity we could probably just zap a particular part of the brain and give massive pleasure
though I really don't want any lewd, fuck bitches get science

Rolled 3

>>32285890
Turn ourself into a living TASP, I like it.

>>32285964
Yeah, but why stop at pleasure? With enough knowledge of the brain we could put someone into a coma with a few little bursts of electricity, or make someone go berserk, or we could just fry them until their insides are ash

Rolled 19

>>32286050
Why be evil? Death is mean, but orgasms are forever.

"Oh...well, that's okay then, I suppose. Well, then if I'm the first one that you're calling then you should really make sure your sister knows what's going too. You should probably call your father as well...the man is far from perfect but I'm sure he would like to know that you're okay." She responds, sounding positively triumphant at the news that she was apparently the most important person on your list, or at least you're sure that's what she got out of the conversation anyways.

"Yeah, I was planning on it, Mom." You reply, not bothering to say that the main reason that you actually called her first was to try and head your sister off, just in case she'd heard about the fire on the news or something.

"Good, I'm glad. Well...I guess that if that's what you're going to do then I'll let you go. I'm sure you've got a busy day ahead of you, and you've probably got more important things to do than talking to your crazy mom." She says in a long, drawn out tone.

You sigh in exasperation, barely managing to bite your tongue when the first response to pass through your head is to tell her that she's absolutely right, and that you have no time to waste. Instead you just roll your eyes at her attempted guilt trip, for no reason at that, "I love you, Mom. I'll talk to you later, okay? I'll make sure to call you once I've got a new phone."

Despite her long-suffering sigh she responds in a relatively upbeat tone, "Alright, Mikey, I'll talk to you later. I love you, honey."

"Love you too, Mom, bye."

With your goodbyes said, you end the call and let your head fall back against the cushion again, letting yourself recover from the conversation for a few moments before forcing yourself back up and slowly dialing your dad's number. You're actually kind of glad that you got the call to your mom out of the way first, seeing as how she's easily the mos difficult to talk to, usually.
(2/3)

>>32286089
You still have to protect yourself, and we should still go around stopping crimes, the bad men don't get the godly touch

Rolled 19

>>32286139
Ahh, the morals of great responsibility. Are we judge and jury? I'm curious to see how this turns out.
Captcha: costsso his

>>32286249
QM hasn't called for dice. You're using the wrong ones anyway.

Rolled 2, 2, 2, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 2, 1, 2, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1 = 30

>>32286306
Must be my autism. Gunna keep ruling anyways so I can be lazy and not have to put the dice rolls in for the other that I'm watching.

>>32286139
>>32286306
Vigilante Route get?

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Shaking your head, you push yourself up off the couch and wander over to the open window, gazing out a billboard for Zombie repellant and enjoying the breeze blowing gently against you while the phone rings. It goes on for about a minute before cutting away to your Dad's voice mail.

You let out a small sigh as the automated message goes on about the tone and such, wondering if this is really the kind of thing you want to tell him about in a message. Still, he didn't answer, and you're not really sure you want him calling this number back...he's not exactly subtle when it comes to the way he talks with most women.

Still, you do need to let him know, so maybe you should just leave a message for him anyways? How much would you even tell him through one of those? What if somebody else listen to it and hears about your powers, if you tell him about them? You suppose you could just call him again later, or even now if you think it's important enough.

What do you want to do?
>Leave a message for him. How much do you want to tell him?
>Call him back later, there's probably a reason that he's not answering his phone...knowing him you'd rather not hear about it.
>Call him again. This is important, and you'd really rather he knew about it from you than anybody else.
>Write-in.

>>32286442
Don't blame autism. I have autism and don't do the obnoxious shit you do.

Rolled 2, 1, 1, 2, 2, 1, 2, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 1, 1, 2 = 30

>>32286489
Leave a message, mention the fire, say you're safe and will call when you can. Don't leave a call back number.

>>32286463
Could always decide to go mercenary route. Could go after Viper or Argent or whatever, assuming OP is going to include them. And then if we done that we wouldn't have to pull our punches.

He'd probably make us register though.

>>32286442
You should stop using a name and stop posting.

>>32286489
>Call him again. This is important, and you'd really rather he knew about it from you than anybody else.

>tfw I don't know shit about what ever universe this is based on

Rolled 3, 4, 9 = 16

>>32286503 Oh. In that care get over it. Take this as non living non attacking advice. calling someone out on something as inconsequential as an errant dice roll harms nothing. Letting yourself be bothered by it shows a lack of internal locus of control. I appreciated the correction of my earlier roll when I put in 20's instead of 10s.

>>32286489
>Call him back later, there's probably a reason that he's not answering his phone...knowing him you'd rather not hear about it.

Rolled 5, 7, 8 = 20

>>32286575
Good call on the name.

>>32286589
Probably something like Worm.

>>32286489
>Call him again. This is important, and you'd really rather he knew about it from you than anybody else.

I can smell something. Smells like plot, or angry dads. It's really hard to tell the diffrence at times

>>32286589
It's based in the Champions universe, though the world is modified a bit so as not to be quite so campy.
Or at least I'm trying to make it not campy anyways. A bit grittier in some areas of the world, mostly just because various villainous organizations are actually half-way competent instead of being mind boggling retarded.

Also, writing to call him again.

Just as the tone to leave a message sounds you decide that this is really something that you should tell him now, rather than just in a message or whenever you get the chance to call him again. You end the call and then just as quickly redial his number.

The call goes unanswered for nearly as long as the last one before, just as you're almost certain that you're going to get a voice mail again, the other side of the line picks up, "Damn it, Hardy, just get it on the truck! I don't care what it takes, I've got to get moving within the hour!" A man shouts angrily, before turning his attention to the call, "Who is this?"

A nonplussed look settles across your face at the gruff voice...yep, that's Dad alright. "Hey, Dad, it's me." You say shortly, not entirely sure if you should have called him again, with the sound of his voice.

Your Dad lets out a somewhat confused grunt, almost as if he's shaking his head, "Jimmy?" He asks, making your shoulders sag just a little, though it's not entirely unexpected, you've only met one of them, but you're pretty sure you've got four brothers spread out across the US.

"No, it's Mike, Dad." You respond, managing to remain patient, despite your quickly building belief that you would have been better off just leaving a message.

"Oh, Mike, hey! Sorry, son, I didn't recognize the number, thought that it was James for a second." He explains nonchalantly, though it does seem that he's at least kind of happy to hear from you. "So, what's up, bud? You been keeping yourself busy?"
(1/2 or 3?)

You shrug before dropping your other hand to let you lean on the windowsill, "You could say that, I guess..."

A belabored sigh comes from the other end of the line at the answer, "Please tell me you didn't get some chick pregnant, Mike. Come, on we've talked about this, you alwa-"

"Seriously?! You and mom both? Come on Dad, I'm twenty-two drop the whole 'safety talk', alright? And no, for the record I didn't get anybody pregnant." You shoot back, frustration clear in your voice as you do so.

Your Dad lets out his familiar chuckle, reserved for teasing you and making dirty jokes, "Good, I'm already a Grandpa, and your sister's about to make me one again, I don't need you to make me one a third time." He says, clearly amused at himself, before calming himself down again, "So, what's wrong then, if you didn't knock somebody up?"

Rolling your eyes, you blow out another breath, "Well, my apartment building went up in flames last night-" You start, only to be interrupted as your Dad suddenly butts in.

"Are you alright? Do you need any help or something? I'm gonna be in Millennium City tomorrow, I can give you some money or something if you need it." He says quickly, not even giving you a chance to answer before continuing, "What about your sister, is she alright?"

"Umm...yeah, Brooke's fine, Dad, she lives all the way across town from me." You reply, slowly, before slowly continuing, "And yeah, I'm fine...I've got a place to stay for a bit, so I'm not too worried about it. I've notified my teachers and they'll probably give me a few days, mostly it's just work that I'm worried about."

You hear your dad let out a sigh of relief, "Oh, good...I'm glad you're alright, son. Like I said, I'm going to be in town in a couple of days, if you want we can meet up somewhere, maybe where you're staying, and then we can talk a bit more about what's going on? I'd, uh...I'd like to talk more about it now, but I don't really have much time."
(2/3)

You start to nod and are about to say yes when you remember exactly who you're talking to. Despite your father's greatest intentions, and all the promises in the world that he makes, the biggest problem you've ever had with him is that he is simply not reliable. He rarely keeps on schedule, unless it's work related, instead he usually throws money at you and then decides to just appear at your door with little to no notice. Still, you wouldn't mind talking to him a bit more and, unlike your mom, he doesn't have the same issues with mutants that so many others do...to be honest he's actually kind of a fan boy.

Still, you're not sure whether you really want to tell him about it yet, nor are you sure you want him just dropping by at Kaitlin's apartment unannounced...that's a recipe for a disaster. On the other hand, would it really hurt to tell him about your abilities now? It might give him some time to think about it before he gets here, if you decide that you want to meet up with him.

What are you going to do?
>Make plans to meet up with him, let him know the address of Kaitlin's apartment but make sure he knows that he can't just show up whenever he wants.
>Make plans meet up with him, but do it at a restaurant or something.
>Make plans to meet him at your sister's...you're sure she and Jason won't mind.
>Tell him you'll have to think about it, tell him that it's just because your life is a bit hectic at the moment.

Also,
>Do you want to tell him about your powers right now?

>>32287920
>>Make plans meet up with him, but do it at a restaurant or something.
and dont tell him about your powers now.

>>32287920
>Make plans meet up with him, but do it at a restaurant or something.

I kinda want to tell him any reason why we shouldn't?

Looks like we'll tell him that we'll meet up with him, but we're still awaiting consensus on whether or not to tell him about being a walking battery.

>>32288092
Bugged phone. It might be my shadowruns talking, but don't say sensitive shit over the phone for now.

>>32288170
Don't tell him, he doesn't need to know and people might report us if we'll talk at crowded spaces.

>Keeping a lid on it.

Writing.

>>32288229
>not knowing crowded places are the best place to talk about shit that will get you in trouble
Its like you don't know what you're doing

>>32288183
Oh yeah I forgot whose phone we were using.

>>32288229
I doubt we would say it while waiting in line for some food or in the middle of a crowded restaurant

Got to make a run to the store real quick, thankfully it won't take too long, we'll be back to your irregularly scheduled program as soon as possible.

>>32288499
Don't dig any more holes, please.

Back, continuing to write.
Sorry about disappearing again, but it should be the final time tonight, probably, aside from actually eating lunch/dinner/whatever.
I kind of sound like a broken record though, don't I?

You decide that, while you would like to meet up with him, it probably wouldn't be that great of an idea to just invite him over to the apartment, at least not with talking to Kaitlin first, anyways. "Sure, I'd like that...but I don't think it'd be a great idea to meet here without asking first, though. Maybe we could meet somewhere else and then have lunch or dinner or something?" You offer, conveniently leaving out both your worries about him showing up uninvited and any mention of your powers, though the latter is more due to the realization that you're calling from a government employee's apartment AND using her phone to do so. Granted you may have just seen one too many spy movies, but you can't ignore the idea once it's taken root in your mind.

"Alright, Mike, that sounds alright to me. I've got to go though, call me when you figure out where you want to get together, you can bring your girlfriend along with you if you want." You can practically hear the shit-eating grin that you're sure is on his face as he says that, "Okay, well, like I said, I've got to go. Talk to you later, son."

Despite the parting jab you feel a small smile cross your face as you're about to respond, only to feel it falter a little bit as he ends the call before you can say goodbye. There's a lingering feeling of disappointment as you look down at the phone in your hand before finally shrugging and doing your best to push it from your mind. You've mostly come to expect the lack of attention from your father, though you'd be lying if you said it didn't bother you from time to time.

Still, there's not much that you can do about it, you came to that conclusion a long time ago. Rather than trying to win the undivided attention of a chronically distracted man with six kids and at least three ex-wifes, you just take what you can get and largely repay the favor...it doesn't really seem to bother him all that much.
(1/2)

>>32286749
Champions Universe?

You start to wander back to the desk so that you can put the phone back on it's base, before realizing that you still haven't called your sister and told her that you're alright. Of all the people close to you in your family, you actually get along best with her, and really she's the only one that would probably know about the fire in the first place, if she saw it on the news.

Given her highly pregnant state, it may not be a good idea to keep her worrying, especially if they're reporting that they can't find you, even Matt knew you were in the building. On the other hand, are they really going to listen to Matt that much? For all they know he could have been saved by anybody and just thought it was you, right?

As you think about that your gaze travels over to the still sooty goggles sitting on the coffee table in the living room...you really would like to just sit back and relax while you work on them, and it would give you the chance to listen to the news and see if they figured out what caused the fire, assuming they're talking about it anyways. Enough minor disasters happen in Millennium City in any given week that a simple apartment complex fire probably isn't particularly high on the list of reports.

What do you want to do?
>Go ahead and call your sister. You don't have to tell her everything, though you certainly trust her enough to, but she should at least know that you're okay, if nothing else.
>You're sure she's fine. Right now you just need to relax.
>Write-in.

>>32289681
>>Go ahead and call your sister. You don't have to tell her everything, though you certainly trust her enough to, but she should at least know that you're okay, if nothing else.

>>32289759
Second this

>>32289681
>>You're sure she's fine. Right now you just need to relax.

>>32289681
>Go ahead and call your sister. You don't have to tell her everything, though you certainly trust her enough to, but she should at least know that you're okay, if nothing else.

No superpowers though

>>32289759
This. Be brief though. No need to worry her more.

>>32289681
>Go ahead and phone your sister
We can tell her about the fire, but leave off of any major meta-related details.
Then we really need to wind down.
Especially due to the lack of sleep

>>32289906
Trufax

Alrighty, writing to call our sister, but leave out the powers.

Well, you've talked to everybody else today, you might as well call Brooke too, though you decide against letting her know any more than mom and dad, at least for now anyways. Besides, if you don't call her now then you're sure she'll kill you later. You dial in her number and hit the call button, rather than the long wait you dealt with on your other calls, though, the line is picked up almost immediately.

There's a definite note of irritation and impatience in her voice as she answers, "Hello? Who is this?"

"Uh...hey, Brooke. Are-" You start slowly, somewhat concerned, only to be cut off, for at least the third time today.

"Mike! Where the hell have you been?! We've been looking all over for you, are you okay? Where are you?" She asks, sounding simultaneously infuriated and relieved with you as she shoos question after question at you before finally slowing to a stop to let you talk.

"Hey, just calm down, Brooke, I'm fine okay?" You reply, much calmer than you feel, "I'm just crashing at a friend's place for right now, okay? I didn't call you earlier because I, umm, lost my phone last night, or I would have called you sooner."

Brooke lets out a small sigh of relief, seeming to calm down a little, "Well, I'm glad that you're alright, but...why didn't you talk to the police last night? They were saying that you saved some kid last night, but they didn't know where you were." You just barely stop yourself from drawing in a sharp breath at the news, though it's obvious that you're a bit uncomfortable with her question. "...Mike? Is something wrong? Where did you say you are again?"
(1/2)

"Oh, uh, no nothing's wrong..." You reply, stumbling over the words slightly, before hesitating. You're not really sure how you want to deal with this, you were actually just hoping that they thought Matt was mistaken or something. Instead now you're going to have to get yourself out of this. You suppose you could just roll with the idea that you weren't there at all, and that it was just somebody else...although you could easily see that collapsing in on itself and just drawing more attention to you if anybody else saw you, but if you managed to figure out some other alibi you would probably be pretty safe. On the other hand you can just admit to getting him out of the building, but you'll have to figure out how to explain the police not knowing that you made it out...it'd probably be easier to wave that off but it certainly wouldn't stand up to much scrutiny if people really wanted to look into it.

What do you want to tell her?
>Deny being there in the first place. It must have been somebody else.
>Admit to saving Matt, but try to explain away your apparent absence on the records.
>Write-in.

>>32290980
>>Deny being there in the first place. It must have been somebody else.

>>32290980
Forgot to say, regardless of your choice, roll 3d10 if you manage tell a convincing lie.

>>32291012
>Julio
>telling convincing lies
yeah no not happening ever

>>32291054
meant to say to see if you tell a convincing lie.

Rolled 1, 6, 10 = 17

>>32291012

>>32291012
Do we share the same father with her?

Rolled 5, 1, 9 = 15

>>32290980
>Admit to saving Matt, try to explain away apparent absence
"I'm ok sis, I just had to exit elsewhere, and don't want to deal with the cops."

Rolled 4, 8, 1 = 13

>>32290980
>Admit to saving Matt, but try to explain away your apparent absence on the records.

Rolled 2, 1, 9 = 12

>>32291012
>>Admit to saving Matt, but try to explain away your apparent absence on the records.

Rolled 3, 8, 3 = 14

>>32290980

>Admit to saving Matt, but try to explain away your apparent absence on the records.

>>32291105
I wanted to say we just deflect by saying that Our dad was asking about her

>>32290980
>Admit to saving Matt, but try to explain away your apparent absence on the records.

>17, 15, 13 vs. DC of 15. Regular success

>>32291105
Yeah, the only other kid Mom has besides our sister is a little brother that's still at home.

>Writing to try to explain away the absence.

"Yeah...I got Matt out of the building, but I'm not really sure why they didn't know what the deal was. I talked with a couple of the firefighters a little bit before Kaitlin got there and offered to let me come crash on her couch." You say slowly, feigning confusion before letting out a low hum, "Well...I guess now that I think about it, I guess I really didn't tell anybody my name. I just waited until I saw Matt before leaving..."

Brooke lets out a slightly frustrated sigh, "Mike, you're supposed to stay at the scene! Come on, you should know that by now...no wonder they didn't know where the hell you were. You had me worried sick!" She says with exasperation, though apparently your explanation's calmed her down enough that she's not about to strangle you.

"Well, I mean if you think I need to I can go into the station or something and tell them that I'm alright..." You offer, though honestly you don't plan on doing so even if she says it's the best option.

"No...no, you're fine. I know that you were probably pretty shaken up, but just try and keep your head from now on, okay?" She replies before continuing, "Are you sure you're alright though? No internal injuries or anything? Did you manage to save anything from your apartment?"

Shaking your head you let out another sigh of your own, "Yeah, I'm fine, but no...I didn't manage to save anything of value." You answer as your eyes travel to the goggles sitting on the table. "It'll be alright though, I had insurance and all that, and it's looking like I'm going to be able to stay here, for a few days at least"

"Good. Well, I'll let you go then, I've got to head to the bank in a little bit, once I get breakfast cleaned up. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

You nod, smiling a little, "Yeah, see ya, Brooke."

"Oh, and, Mike?" She says, just as you're about to take the phone away from your ear.

"Yeah?"

"Try a little harder not to do something stupid like that again, please?"
(1/2)

Rolling your eyes you let out a belabored sigh, "Fine...if you say so." You reply, much to her amusement, "I'll see you later, Brooke."

"Okay, bye, Michael."

You wait for her to end the call before turning and setting the receiver back down on the base and walking back through the living room, snatching the filthy goggles off the coffee table as you do so to rinse them off in the kitchen sink, along with your long-empty coffee cup. After making sure that they're more or less free of soot you dry them off with a paper towel and grab a can of soda from the fridge before heading back to the living room and plopping back down on the couch.

Your eyes drift to the TV while you turn the goggles over in your hands, wondering if you should turn the news on to listen while you work. You're more than capable of multitasking, obviously, and it would probably be a good idea to try and catch up with anything else that you might've missed in the last couple of days.

Even if you don't want to turn the news on, you could always tune into a music channel or something like that, you usually like having something going on in the background while you work...it helps you concentrate on what you're doing, oddly enough. On the other hand, there's nothing that says you need to bother with the TV at all, you could just sit back and relax as you work...you're honestly pretty tired, and it might be nice to just be able to take your time and tinker with your sole remaining possession.

How do you want to work?
>Turn the TV on to the news. It's always good to be informed.
>Turn on some music.
>Leave the TV alone and just sit back and relax while you work.
>Write-in.

>>32292657
>>Leave the TV alone and just sit back and relax while you work.

Got to make a phone call here soon, and I'll probably take another break, maybe even call the thread after the goggles are over. I know there's plenty of posts left, and we honestly haven't made much progress today, but I didn't get much sleep last night.

I do plan on having another thread later tonight and/or tomorrow afternoon if anybody's interested. The timing mostly depends on whether or not I can fix my sleep schedule before deciding to run the thread.

Aside from the obvious issues with an absentee QM, is there anything that you like/dislike about the quest, or want to see more or less of? Granted, I know that it's mostly just been dialogue so far, but I promise that there will be action relatively soon...even if we do have to have a third or maybe fourth? thread for our origin story.

>Writing to leave the TV alone.

Rolled 6

>>32292845
Can't wait for the next one

>>32292845
I like the quest so far. Writing is good. Posting speed's a bit slow, but that's okay.

You seem to have attracted one of the more obnoxious namefags, but that's more bad luck than anything.

So keep up the good work.

Your attention drifts away from the TV back to the goggles in your hands. You admit that you're actually pretty proud of the way you managed to integrate the circuitry into the eye wear without ruining them or making them any more bulky than any other pair of aviator goggles. The one thing that you weren't able to avoid tacking on to them though, was the power source.

Still, for the most part they're pretty cool, and it looks like they're relatively undamaged, at least physically, from your display last night. That said, it's impossible to miss the way the battery attached to the left side has exploded. Funny, you didn't notice that last night but you guess it could have happened when your powers first flared up, in fact you'd almost guarantee it. You let out a small sigh and shake your head as you sit up and pull the small battery free, along with the little assembly you had to hold it there, seeing as how that's slagged right along with it.

Tossing the useless hunk of metal down on to the table you lean back again and gently peel back the padding in the eye wear that both hides and protects the more delicate parts of the device. From what you can see there isn't any obvious damage...in fact it looks like it might even still work if you had a way to power it. You give the circuits one more look before slowly replacing them back into their hard-cover, making sure to seal it back down again as you do so.
(1/2)

Making phone call and then posting part two.

Several ideas about how you might be able to prevent a battery from exploding like that in the future drift lazily through your head, and with your mind preoccupied you almost don't notice something decidedly unusual as you start to move to put your 'invention' back down on the table.

Still, once your eyes do catch it, it's impossible to ignore the fact that even without a battery, the holographic interface of the HUD is shining brightly up at you from the lenses of the goggles. You nearly drop them in your surprise, but just barely manage to hold onto them.

Your mind races for a few moments, trying to figure out what's letting it work without electricity, before your mind screeches to a halt. A somewhat stupid grin spreads across your face as you realize that YOU must be what's powering it without even realizing it. Apparently your body channels at least some electricity into everything you touch, you doubt it's very much or the phone probably would have exploded in your hand just like the battery did last night, but it's obviously enough to power low-energy devices like your HUD.

After figuring out what's going on you go ahead and set the goggles back down the table, somewhat surprised to see that they're still glowing up at you, though with a greatly decreased light...maybe you stored a little bit of your energy inside them? It'll probably dissipate pretty quickly, but it's still interesting. As you lay back on the couch several questions occur to you, largely unimportant, though you do wonder if you might be do anything else with your latent abilities, or if you're stuck just being a human battery until you can figure out how to control your powers better.

As you stare up at the ceiling, a relaxed feeling washes over you as you do your best to sort through your thoughts. At some point, you manage to drift to sleep, while a cool breeze drifts in through the window, carrying the noises of Millennium City with it while the curtains dance in the wind.

>End of Issue #2

Alrighty, I'm calling it guys. I'll stick around for Q&A for a bit if anybody cares to ask anything. Like I said, the next thread will probably be early afternoon tomorrow or something like that.

Sorry that things moved so slowly this time, but it shouldn't be a problem in the future.

At any rate, hope you guys enjoyed the thread, even with the problems we had keeping it moving.

>>32294408
Thread was still enjoyable hope you have a better time at running next time.


Is Electrokinesis best at movement, offense, or defense?

Rolled 47

>>32294408
Thanks for the thread. Hopefully next thread will be a touch easier on you

>>32294408
How much does our intelligence get boosted by our intelligence power? Will we ace the shit out of out classes now?

>>32294475
Well you'll be able to move pretty fast once you figure out your travel powers/determine if you want to use them in a different way/surprise the hell out of me by just completely coming up with something out of left field.

As for combat you're pretty quick, especially due to to your increased agility and reflexes, you should be able to hit whoever you're fighting hard and fast, while still being able to take a few knocks yourself due to the increased endurance you received naturally from the electrokinesis.

The simple answer is that out of the three powers offered, Electrokinesis was offensive and fast, Force/Kinetic was balanced and crowd control, and cryokinesis was defensive and crowd control.

>>32294588
I'm going off the idea that while your electrokinesis powers just activated, your secondary powers have been active, at least some levels for a few years. Granted you didn't have super agility or reflexes until last night, but you were still more coordinated and fast to react that is normal.
Hence the goggles with a HUD, and tinkering hobbies. But yeah, you're a pretty good student and are currently pretty close to being the top of your class while just putting the most basic amount of effort into it. If you really put your mind to it then you can do great things...as long as you have the resources to fund whatever ideas you may have.

Long-winded answers, HO!

>>32294800
>we haven't been going all out
god damn it Julio, you better shape the fuck up

>>32292845
Looking forward to the next one, I love supers stories, there aren't nearly enough of them.
Origins are cool too, it's nice to see how we get set up, rather than just actionactionaction all the time.

>>32294866
The authorities will be looking for a "Mike".
Let's change our name to Julio for anonymity.

I just deicided to play infinity and warmahourdes instead.

>>32296923
Well they don't really know our last names, do they?
I guess the kid's mom could have told them, if she knows...also guess they could check the records.
But would they actually bother looking for us? Could we convince them that we weren't actually the one if they are?
Does big sis work for the police? How would she know about us missing otherwise?

>>32297309
What?

>>32298195
I was half joking, but it might not be a bad idea to have a "back-up" identity, just in case we need to undercover or underground.

>>32297309
What