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Post by shockwave on Dec 25, 2014 20:09:55 GMT -5
The heroes have all met, sort of. They have the opportunity to meet or set up meetings away from prying eyes. If they want to make statements to the press, they can.
1) Both jumpers survived, and are on psych watch at the hospital. (Same hospital as the survivor from 2 days earlier.)
2) The armored car hit 4 other vehicles on the I40 bridge to Arkansas. A number of people were injured, but none were killed. Several needed rescuing and/or first aid. It's assumed that you made some saves here, and can come up with the details of how you would go about it.
3) The armored car went over the side of the bridge into the Mississippi river. Divers are being sent to search the armored car for bodies, but haven't recovered anything yet.
The rest of the day is available for investigations, making contact with other heroes, or getting back to your day jobs. I have the next paper up, although I believe the details are the same as what is here. You are now internet sensations, as jumper videos have gone viral.
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Post by Vendetta on Dec 26, 2014 13:24:25 GMT -5
Alec was not exactly hiding, but he doubted anyone would look for him at the shelter, which was all he could afford at the moment. He stayed away from the common room, just in case someone would recognize him, keeping to himself, and only coming out to eat meals, shower, and go to the bathroom. He knew very well the kind of problems his "heroics" could get him in, but he felt he had to do whatever could, with his new found powers. He sat reading the paper, trying to keep up on the news, when there was a knock on the door to his room. "Mr. Steward? Are you there?"
/ooc I'll leave it at that for now and wait to see who finds him ooc/
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Post by The Omen on Dec 29, 2014 22:35:11 GMT -5
"MPD ask for Battle Armor funding"...there is absolutely no way that's going to end well...
The Mockingbird perches on the bridge, overlooking the recovery efforts in the Mississippi below, and places his secured IPhone in one of his myriad pouches.
...there's no way that its coincidental either. Between the Beetle sighting, the "Parakeet's" debut, the piece on the flying armored grasshopper, and now this, there's obviously someone setting up a technological arms race for profit in Memphis.
He fires a grappling line and swings off through the city.
Logically, the first port of inquiry is Pyramid International. Luckily for me, I have the perfect investigative tool prepped and ready for the job. Exit Mephis's magnificent Mockingbird...
Making every effort at his disposal to make sure he's unobserved, he swings through the modified access window of his Metro 67 penthouse and begins to change into his "casual clothes"
...enter Chilton Aerospace's wastrel poster boy, R.J. Chilton.
[gonna make a popularity FEAT (spending karma) to see if the C.A. Board of Directors can get me a meeting with Pyramid's PITBULL project leads.]
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Post by shockwave on Dec 31, 2014 17:03:16 GMT -5
Alec: Waiting to see what other PC's show back up and whether any previous PC's or new ones want to use that hook.
R.J.: You are informed that the production team is on a month long promotional tour to different police departments to try to sell more PITBULL battlesuits.
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Post by Renegade 2.0 on Jan 22, 2015 18:12:49 GMT -5
Aileen wandered around Beale Street for about an hour after having a late lunch at the BB King's Blues Club. While she appreciated the ambiance of the restaurant and the hickory smoked burger platter with the sides of fried dill pickles and catfish nuggets were out of this world, rhythm and blues wasn't exactly her favorite kind of music and so didn't stay there any longer than it was necessary until she had finished her meal.
This was Aileen's first solo outing away from the Institute and she wanted to make the best of it, first taking a Memphis tour bus to orient herself around town and then once she had memorized some of the major streets, ditched the bus the first chance she got. She felt confident that she can run back to the Institute without using one of those gizmos...what the heck were they called again? GPS or FBI or something like that. The last time she carried such a thing was during a field test near Kilowatt Lake. No matter how much she pleaded with the eggheads, for some reason they thought having super speed meant you can somehow run across water.
The result: one $500 piece of equipment was sitting on the bottom of the lake and Aileen spent three days in recovery. Of course the technicians blamed her for not knowing how to swim.
She wore a stylish beige coat over her costume and sunglasses as a vain attempt at disguise. Not that it did her any good as she was sort of well known thanks to a few Promethean sponsored commercials over the cable networks as well as the web of her being Tachyon, one of the first of Tennessee's public superheroes although she did little besides smile and wave to the cameras and then run like the wind at a couple of public events.
Not the best of choices, but Aileen made her bed and now must lie with it.
An annoying look came to Aileen's face as the dreaded ringtone: Phil Collins' "Any Day In Paradise" suddenly blurted out of her iPhone.
"What is it now, Doc?" she answered moodily.
"Now, now." came the smug voice of Doctor Silas Moore, head of the Promethean Institute. "An excellent opportunity has arisen and we feel that its time for Tachyon to become more proactive for the city."
"How Doc?"
"You are aware of course of the recent events at the Peabody?"
"You mean the jumpers? I thought it was a college prank."
"That and the fact there were... others involved who may have prevented things from going too far."
"Others? Others like what?"
"Who can say? Trained people with high tech gadgets? Mutants?" Aileen suppressed a shudder at the last word. "Nevertheless this bears looking into. A few of them were following an stolen armored car after the people were saved. The recent reports stated that the car went over and into the water by the I40 Bridge."
"Did they find anything, Doc?"
"So far, no. But we are looking into what was stolen. In the meantime see what you can find out. Frankly the area where the car was last seen should be fairly easy to locate."
"Gotcha, Doc." She shut off the phone and looked around for a safe hiding place to store her stuff until she can reclaim them as the high velocity speed might damage them. And she did like the coat.
After finding a suitable location, Tachyon sped out of Beale Street as fast as she could, her body a blur.
Fifty one seconds later, she arrived at the scene where the armored car had crashed into the river. Apparently there were quite a few police officers and twice as many reporters and tourists still milling about the shoreline.
Tachyon put on her best smile and rushed toward the crowd. Well 'rushed' was not the right word as she easily crossed the distance instantaneously. Of course all of a sudden camcorders and cellphone cameras all focusing on her.
"Who are you?" asked a reporter.
"I am called Tachyon."
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