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It's also an old bug with how they made the in-game text editor, I believe. several characters (like the second space after a period) are converted to htmlencoding ( ) but it's SOMETIMES counted as just a single character, SOMETIMES is counted as all. That can add up over the course of the edit.

I usually see this from people that would prefer to engage with players/characters who at least try to tie themselves to the game world events or timeframe, inconsistencies aside. They're less interested (and sometimes hostile to) things like "dimension travelers" from other MMO's, Jedi, obvious-homage characters or joke characters. They can also object to taking the lore TOO liberally. The illegitimate son of Statesman, for example, may raise concerns. Claims to be Sister Psyche's clone or a time traveling Faultline/Fusionette child similary may not be accepted well.

I've seen this in a few bio's and it always seemed to be a good idea: Hooks Think of these as tidbits of information that serve as invitations for RP topics. Hooks are always optional, but sometimes it's hard to come up with a reason to engage another roleplayer. Hooks help, and can even help you create something shared between your characters. A cop character may have a hook saying he specializes in Tsoo matters. You could approach him saying you'd been referred to him regarding the tsoo, or even ask if he recalls when he helped save a friend of yours from the tsoo. A hero may add the hook of "one of the heroes that assisted in the evacuation of Paragon City University during the rikti invasion" and your character could build reference of a friend or family member (or themselves) saved by them that day... or who fell/fought in that battle. Or a hook may be that "looking up x in the PPD database comes up with warrants for X, Y, and Z" In general, when nabbing onto a hook, give an out in case the person isn't in the right timeframe to pursue that topic or reach out in OOC first, but usually those that post hooks are interested in engaging on those topics.

Tabitha's Japanese: So there's an old apocryphal story that always came up when I was deployed overseas. It was used to emphasize how many of our figures of expression don't translate well.. It told the tale of a marine (always a marine) that had the totally-original idea to learn how to say "F*** you!" in Japanese when stationed in Okinawa, which he researched on his own (pre-internet) Unknown to him, his translation effectively translated into "let's have sex" which he'd shout angrily in the faces of locals that crossed him, much to their shock, confusion, amusement, and possibly... intrigue. So, this tale from over 20 years ago comes to mind when I'm trying to find something legit in google for Tabby to say, and I thought, "What could be a more embarrassingly-Tabby screwup and simultaneously be a more pocket-d-stereotypical catgirl thing than shouting to a bunch of strangers "let's have sex." I could think of only one: add a working camera. Alas. Cthubuki's...err... Vi's dead battery. ...If only there was a Kallisti-level celebrity recently in the area that may have left a small entourage of paparazzi at the apartment entrance.

On The Street Tabitha's hoodie had done what hoodies did when wet... soak up fifty times their weight and stretch out. The hood was still pouring out the excess over her face and into her eyes, the sleeve cuffs now dangled inches past her fingertips and it hung down even lower to her knees... which was good, because her pants under the hoodie were barely staying up. Everything felt crushing against her- like swimming in wet cement. Trying to blink away the water, she became more cognizant of her aura "sight." Flambeaux's aura had an acrid smell to its color that she didn't remember before, but the others approaching were too fuzzy to get any sort of reading. One's got a blue warmth to it and there's something coppery in feel coming off the one holding the phone, but lord only knows what that means. *Its tough enough to divine meanign from auras without synethesia... wait... PHONE!* Tabby whipped around and gave an accusatory shout at Flambeaux, "I knew it! You had to try, didn't you!?" The loose tendrils of wet hair and a sopping brow still made it tough, but her sight was far more reliable than that stupid other "sense." *Creepy mask. Is that some kind of oni or Kabuki mask? Some kind of Cthulhu-like cultist? Something western? Cthulhu kabuki? Cthubuki! It'd be a rule 34 thing for sure- Japanese with their tentacles and all, but no... that doesn't seem right...* Tabby tried her best not to apply broad generalizations to other nationalities, but she'd once accidentally discovered Japanese catgirl dojunshi with safesearch disabled at school, and it had permanently scarred her. A lump formed in her gut. "Please tell me that you're not posting to that naughty nyan site." she said dryly to the Cthubuki girl. Probably not Cthubuki, but can't be sure and she was growing increasingly convinced that her worst fears were all being met. "Oh, so I was right- not even ready to pay? Just show up, get your laughs, and run off? OUR... FRIEND IN CITY HALL IS NOT GONNA LIKE THIS!" Even with all that went on, Tabby still didn't want to say "case worker" or "probation officer." Part of it was selfish- she didn't want her neighbors to know of her past, even if she was straightening it out, but Flambeaux was working with the same contact, suggesting that they might be working on rehabilitating her as well. As fragile as that effort may be, she really didn't want to hinder that. Everyone deserves a second chance. *OhGoshSomeoneElseSawThat... well, at least he doesn't know who I..* *...GODDAMMIT* "oh, ah, don't mind that, please. Just another life in the day of... I mean... I dunnowhatImean. I'm soaked, smouldering, smell like burnt hair, and am probably being streamed to thousands of lonely sukebei salarymen. Tastes like victory. Whee." She half mumbled to the stranger with the blue-sounding aura and hoarse voice. She did a double flip-off in the direction of Cthubuki (or would have, if her sopping wet sleeves hadn't obstructed the view and flopped anything-but menacingly at her target) and gave her best attempt at "F... you" in Japanese (see OOC) "Can we please turn that thing off?" With that she trundled from the fountain toward the apartment entrance, leaving a long wet trail behind her, too exhausted and frustrated to care.

Been a bit delayed in responding, sorry. Had some family issues crop up. Things are settling down now. recapping now.

There are no rules to roleplay except the ones followed within circles (i.e friend groups, supergroups, etc) - plus any rules that the server itself puts out (which is none, bar some very specific rules about where you roleplay/what you roleplay - targeting more adult or truly heinous things) - so yeah. Some people do not quite understand what is and isn't roleplay breaking because its based on personal opinion. To them, having a character who can fix stuff is a-okay to them but they've never been told otherwise that "hey, this is all way too deus ex machina style." or such. That's the problem: You're not engaging them in a manner that would benefit their growth as a roleplayer. You, instead, chose to make a forum topic. To each their own, but you're only adding to your own personal problem. I feel that's being a bit too argumentative here. The post, while advocating that person's perspective, was a way to engage with and discuss this among the community. RP communities have unspoken words about RP'ing live-changing (or ending) events on other RP'ers, after all. This is just suggesting that the same courtesy be applied to broader narrative arcs. In the example you're quoting, Prototech was responding to my post, so I'll use my example here further. Yes, if someone's playing the benevolent financial master that can spend whatever and are willing to share it with whoever, they can feel stifled and snubbed in your roleplaying opportunities when *I* don't want you to offer my starving college student a full tuition, living expenses, and an open account at icon to update my costume. On the other hand, if I took the time to RP out that character's problem, though, I probably didn't want it hand-waved away into oblivion with a 1 minute gesture. That's a problem. The solution was applied without OOC, without any telegraphing, and with a finality that showed little consideration for some of the themes I may be seeking to express with my character. Granted, I could easily retcon that experience away and keep my character poor once that fleeting RP encounter is gone... assuming it was just a fleeting encounter and not a RP supergroup I intended to join and that player may feel snubbed if we encounter each other later. Same goes for the guy that fixes things. In that one, he jumped in "fixing" things and presenting them as perfectly new without any OOC comments or requests. He actually got insulted when I had some things fizzle back out because "stuff my character fixes don't break like that" His RP not only redefined an aspect of the character but he tried to then impose his character's RP characteristics on my RP. OOC the player you're about to transform... or telegraph the intent in smaller slower batches that can be intercepted and changed. "walk over and examine the suit" gives you an out (didn't have tools, didn't have time, seemed strange design choices that could take hours to unravel) if someone objects in time. It shouldn't be unreasonable to suggest that such things be the norm.

Concur with Shadeknight. There's plenty of cringeworthy moments in RP- I'm guilty of more than a few- and it can be challenging-- particularly for a team leader that's trying to also balance pacing (selecting the next contact/mission, setting it up in RP context, etc) with the character chatter and everyone's expectations on what they want out of the session. sometimes you type something and cringe the moment it appears in chat The other problem is a bit inherent in the genre: superheroic stories are often power fantasies. They can attract people that WANT to feel powerful or confident or in-charge where most other people would feel overwhelmed. In a cathartic way, people overwhelmed with the problems of the day may want to play a character that's on top of all that- a little personal wish fulfillment often creeps into the RP. Yes, that risks some mary-sue-ness (useful term, but I hate it, mostly because I see it misused for female characters acting in a way that would be seen as OK/normal for a male, but that's not the case here, I just needed to vent that). Its also possible that we misread context. Imagine a character calls Crey corporation "evil." Are they doing this from a place of omnipotent knowledge of paragonwiki or are they acting like the guy on the street railing on how evil Amazon.com is. He still comes to that conclusion without knowing that Jeff Bezos is a lizard-man from the hollow earth bent of the enslavement of all surface-dwellers (probably). When you step back and look at all that's really SAID in in-game RP, its' rarely enough to qualify as a short chapter in a book, despite how long it played out in-game. That often means we're dealing with far less actual info and filling in a lot of blanks ourselves. But I do often run into some of what you see. -I'd play a perpetually-broke starving college student but encounter a teammate gazillionaire that'll solve that whole character aspect with a diamond-black charge card. -I'd play someone who's struggling in a very VERY early on a journey into the arcane arts, only to have a powerful mage character take her under her wing, give her powerful magical artifacts, and make her awesome. - I'd play someone who's cobbled together a scrapwork battle armor that she barely keeps working (most of the time) to have a master mechanic fix it up. Come to think of it... all those examples were females being "helped" by males.... probably has nothing to do with it, right? I apparently play "clueless" a little too well...

Oooh... well played, Violetta. Well played. Gonna think on this un... "...smack the cat girl upside the head for whining about "rich bitches" in the same breath as she demanded five hundred fucking million dollars." so enjoyed that. "...adorkable cat girl..." so sadly accurate.

Welcome to the game! The game is very solo-friendly. Some archetypes- like defenders- are practically made for grouping as they act as "force multipliers" for their team, but the devs made an effort to make these rather solo'able. I'm mostly a duo-er (my wife and I play) so what we've found: Virtually ALL "story arc" content in the game is solo-able or solo-friendly. Some of the arcs will have warnings that you may want to bring help- this usually indicates an "archvillain" that would require a team to take it down. Fortunately, the difficulty settings in the game will let you set many of those down to "elite bosses" - still no pushovers, but possible with some smart planning, patience and a lot of inspirations. Story arcs really are the bulk of the content here, and it's all effectively open to you. Standard City Zones have mobs that are meant to be do-able by a solo player. Some mobs are close enough to others that you may have to be clever in your approach, but you won't be oerwhelmed "hazard" zones have mobs that are more conducive to at least small team play. Consider them places where teams can street hunt with a little more challenge. TASK FORCES AND TRIALS require groups. You'll hear people talk about solo'ing them. I don't recommend even trying as a newcomer. This can be somewhat disappointing as- for example- many of the zone-based stories (hollows, striga, faultline, croatoa, etc) have a task force associated with them. In some, like the hollows, it's the culmination of the story and you may find it almost feels like something's missing. In others, they're more of a "side story" that contributes to the zone's narrative, but isn't required. There are zone events (zombie attack, rikti attack, etc) and giant monsters associated with each zone. Giant Monsters generally require multiple teams to take them down. The zone events though, scale with the surrounding population. a solo'er in a corner of the map during a zombie attack will get a mob reasonable for a solo'er, but a mob of heroes gathered at some designated place- even if not teamed- will make an EPIC effects-laden encounter that will tax even modern video cards.

I find myself both eagerly agreeing and vehemently disagreeing, so please don't see this as argumentative or insulting, but instead a very different style of roleplayer that would still very much like to find a common ground to enjoy and particpate in what you have to offer. As I'd previously posted, I do put a lot of RP character development into my builds, even characters that don't actively RP in game with. I would not think to rigidly bind myself (or others) to how my character is defined in-game when playing out those characters. At least, not in the same way I would in a well defined pen-n-paper RPG. The combat engine cannot always adequately reflect or represent the varied powers or powersets that roleplayers could bring to life. This is true of any rulesset in any medium, but in the off-screen world a good and responsive GM adapts and works with the players to allow their creations to grow where appropriate and nudge them when not. In this game, that latitude doesn't exist, but pretending it isn't necessary just would destroy some otherwise very innovative ideas. Roleplayers don't limit themselves to the animated in-game emotes- they add colorful text descriptiors of their characters' actions or even details in the descption that the character creator in all it's glory cannot deliver. They can bring their own personal narrative into the game- extend villains far beyond the few story arcs that define them. Doing so enriches the game as a whole. Intangibility: Why wouldn't we want that to be extended to the game's powers. Why would we want to limit them to the only ways that the game engine presents intangibility- as a basic "can't hit me/ can't hit attack" when we can include a narrative that allows people to slip through walls, participate in creative "now tangible, now intangible" unique combat methods? Or the way the engine (and game instanced mission maps, and most of the way the gameplay works) doesn't allow for extremely large or extremely small characters a la Ant man, but why would a roleplayer limit himself to only that tiny aspect of the world? Why not use the purest strengths of roleplaying to express such a power in that world. The idea of limiting powers to the ones in characters lead to ridiculous limitations that actually hinder the narrative. I have a cop character that I like playing as a "use less-than-lethal-force" before drawing his gun. I made him a pistol-willpower sentinel with an early fighting pool. I could have just as easily made him a mace-willpower scrapper with the pistol temp power. Either way, I have a cop that doesn't "shoot first" but would I actually be expected to have my "pistols" sentinel never use a billy-club in RP because he doesn't have that power? Do we really limit characters to just the 4 basic travel powers, or do we allow acrobatic travel or web slinging be "represented" by roleplaying expression? Do we actually pretend that the trival damage a single bullet does to an even non-invulnerability character is representative of the game world because that's how it plays out in mechanics? That silliness? I sure as hell hope not, but that's the natural conclusion to draw from a claimed rigid adherence to a character's stats, like you gave. Beyond that, I'd frequently show my support to events on other servers by rolling up a character to attend an event there. I'm not going to powerlevel my main to 50 there just so people treat it like a 50, and nor in my wildest imaginings would I consider making such an assumption of others based on those stats. I'm instead going to hope that my fellow roleplayers will understand and appreciate that I am trying to engage with them, trying to enrich their game the same way they enrich mine, and allow me the latitude of fair interpretation. Finally Consider a player on the server that loved expressing themselves in RP but disliked the math of IO's or the mundane grind of leveling or just had limited time or were disabled IRL and found they best could enjoy the game as a creative engine away from combat.... all of these become players hindered by a rigid interpretation of their character stats in the character they wish to present. I do agree that there's plenty of metadrama and godmodding around in roleplay, and the drama gets pretty hefty. I just don't want to add "but their build doesn't support that power" to it. I want to let them participate in and contribute to the collaborative story that unfolds through roleplay and enrich the game experience in the process. To paraphrase your closing statement... all that other shiite isn't worthy of others' time.

Ok, sorry for the delays and the novella. Still more comfortable writing for Tabby and not other chars- even more NPC-ish things like Flam-bot. I'm assuming all Tabby's "diva" shouting might reach the ears of some nearby ladies who are probably familiar with the term..... I totally intended to write in something on her suspicion of camera-takers among the surrounding people, but events moved too fast. Figured I'd make sure the mystery of Tabby's debt wasn't directly answered and tossing around some names of some high-dollar families might make some onlookers mistake where the money might've come from, or her interaction with those other families. ( For those that need/want to know, I imagined Flambeaux was meeting with the same "community service" worker as Tabby (the city does try hard to offer some outreach/rehabilitation to heroes gone awry), but her bank cancelled her credit cards and she needed fare for the trip home. ) Possible threads: - a disproportionately large number of Tabby's former classmates are now Carnival of Shadows, including one of the Fitzpatricks and the Patel twins. They're practically Vanessa's target demographic. Tabby doesn't know this, or know what that means (yet). She's just heard rumor that some former classes "took up some summer job at a carnival or something and their parents are NOT happy about it." - "Insane" Mary Zane is special- with a storied family history of wealth, necromancy, and "old blood" dating back to eastern Europe medieval times. Mary was institutionalized just two months after leaving St. Ives. Sidenote, if it looks like a Flambot vs Tabby fight is imminent: - Tabby can't fight... well- at least not in the superhero level. Some might characterize it as "catfight" with the hair-pulling and cheap shots. (In-game terms she's a kinetic melee / willpower stalker that identifies as a energy blast/super-reflexes sentinel). All that kinetic melee handwaving is her trying to conjure up an energy blast, but although everyone else she's seen weave the spell make big awesome long-range blasts out of it, hers fizzle and "pop" just inches from her hands. Potent pops, mind you, but she's still learning how to make that work. - to date, her most reputable "fight" (and frequently re-broadcast on social media) was her hanging onto the back of a Council operative who was about to finish off an exhausted hero in Steel canyon. Although it can be considered 'heroic' since she jumped in to help a stranger, the fight was closer to a clumsy catgirl version of the third round fight scene in "Love On Delivery (1994)." Youtube clips, sadly, highlight only the first 2 rounds, but real Stephen Chow fans have probably already found and re-watched the scene on Netflix.

*Why do I even bother with a disguise?* Tabby berated herself- not for the first time- even before Flambeaux finished speaking. Then the words sunk in. *...people like you...* She'd dealt with such derision her whole life, even before the change. From other kids on the daily torturous hour-long school bus. From grown-ups, talking too loud to one another while in line at the store or theatre or even church. From her rich bitch classmates in the boarding school. From fans online. From her own inner voice. *...people like you...* Her eyes immediately welled up... or was that from fumes from... is someone burning trash around here. *...people like you...* She just wanted to disappear- shrink to nothingness- and escape the moment. *No, if she's here, then so are the cameras. This is probably livestreamed online already. * *Do* *Not* *Give* *Them* *The* *Satisfaction* She threw back her hood and tore off her sunglasses... or tried to, the glasses- again tangled in her loose locks, snapped out of her hair, rebounded up to hit her chin, then dangled across her chest as if on a tether. She fumbled with it momentarily, gave up and tried to swing it behind her, at least, but it only hit her on the ear before falling back into place. "No. You don't get to play that 'I don't remeber oweing you anything' game with me. You borrow, you pay back." *you overpriveleged BITCH* she so wanted to add, but she bit her tongue. She was already saying more than she ever had the nerve to say before. Those words really lit a fire in her belly- she'd always thought the term to be metaphorical, but she did suddenly feel warmer. a LOT warmer. "You think you're better than me? I've dealt with..." Her eyes were tearing up so much her vision was blurring and her... not just in the pain and anger.... something was burning. Something close. *my pocket.!the penny! something went wrong!* The fake fingertips were never good at sensing temperature and the folds in the baggy pants had been keeping the superheated one-scent piece from contacting her thigh but it had grown too hot to miss now. She started batting the pocket. trying to knock it away while defiantly facing Flambeaux *don't stop. stay on target...* "I've dealt with enough rich bitches..." *ow. too hot.* She'd imagined up a powerful speech about elitism and the rich n famous not even being willing to pay back something as basic as cab fare, but With the smoldering now even more pronounced, she was could barely remember what she was talking about. *Where was I going? um.. rich bitches...* "The Fitzpatricks... The Patel twins..." The best she could manage was listing the rich bitch tormentors from St. Ives. The elite "boarding school" served as the juvenile placement facility for the daughters of some of the nations' most elite. Tabby had been "sponsored" to addend there and the girls never let an opportunity go by to remind her that their family's daily earnings exceeded (sometimes grossly exceeded) her family's entire net worth. She was now batting the smoking pocket with both hands, turning slowly while doing so, like a cat lazily chasing its tail. "...Zane...Insane Mary Zane!" With the name of her academic archnemesis, she saw flame erupt.. *F**k! Stop drop and roll-- wait, no-there!* She spotted the fountains by the apartment entrance and determined to make a casual and discrete move in their direction... as casual and discrete as you can be when your pants are on fire. ...Meaning she practically dove in. Emerging, now drenched and becoming the catgirl analogue of every angry-cat-bath video online- if the cat had an oversized soaked hoodie practically sliding off it and steaming/smoking pants. Sunglasses still dangling by a hair. "So lay off your diva shit- you're small time compared to them!"

] Welcome back! Now join us! Please! Post will be up shortly- more holiday weekend guests than I'd expected, sorry for the delays!

Workin on it. Very similar to the path I was taking. I'd been toying with the idea having the spell misfire cut off the message to just the first half"no more games" distort it to something that had both metallic and demonic tones, and broadcast it through everyone in the area, if only to make the crey operatives freak out. It didn't offer much but comedic effect, and some of that exchange was trending serious, so didn't want to change the tone, but some examples. - upon hearing the telepathic message in his head, 3 crey scientists on the sidewalk quickly get on their phones Scientist A quickly shouts into his headset "check the containment of that thing in lab 16C" while scientist B shouts simultaneously "Containment check, 18C. ASAP." As things die down, scientist C quietly whispers in his "yeah, Um, I'd like to request my project be assigned a new lab... yeah, 17C... anywhere but there, please.... How about extra shielding, then?" - a few of crey security folk, upon hearing the voice, raise weapons and shout "cover the incarnate!" while a few more seem to be hiding BEHIND said incarnate. that kinda silliness.

/salute. This event has my full endorsement. I won't be able to attend, but I'd LOVE to see the hilighs reel :D

I had a primary effect in mind, but figured I'd open this up for the group: If a nameless reckless neophyte mageling... say... used a ritual spell to imbue an impure artifact-- or an artifact of the wrong composition altogether- and compounded the issue by trying to rush the powering-up process with blood magic... what kinds of side effect might occur that could advance the RP stories of any other characters in the immediate vicinity?

So many good lines so far, but for me, "That's what Boba Fett would do" has skyrocketed to the top.

So, for those coin collectors reading Tabby's post saying "but the modern penny's mostly zinc, with only 2.5% copper." Yeah... well, Tabby didn't know that... yet, but she's probably gonna be googling that sometime after the upcoming... incident. What's gonna happen? Depends on how the story turns.

*This is so awesome* Tabby's inner voice exclaimed as she tested out what had to be the eighth hidden exit. This one came out behind some shrubs by the parking lot wall. Well concealed, quiet, and the perfect balance of "isoalted enough to not be noticed, but not so isolated that you stand out. She hadn't thought about the sentient food in minut... Grap...DAMMIT! Then, through the brances, she saw red. Flambeaux. "The bitch. She said next week!" *She didn't call or text or... crap! I left my phone in my backpack! * It was bad enough that Flambeaux kept trying to loop herself in to Tabby's notoriety, but to put this much effort into it- with no regard to how it affects those around her- really burned at Tabby. She was in and out of view fast and Tabby couldn't be sure if she had any friends with her. *Who am I kidding? Flambeaux- Friends?* She was debating on running back to her apartment for her phone or not when she spied an answer on the ground in front of her. A penny. One of the earliest enchanting tricks Tabby had found was using copper for messag enchantment. It didn't take much- she'd managed to stretch a few inches of old wiring from the school custodian into three semesters of practical jokes, answers to test questions, and "messages from God." Just snip off a tiny piece of copper, imbue it with the message you want, and set it in the path of the intended target, who'd "hear" the message resonate it through her head. She could imbue a message on the penny, drop it in Flambeaux's path and she'd get the message. without ever getting within her reach. She picked up the penny, nicked her thumb just enough to squeeze out a droplet of blood, and smeared it across the lincoln memorial. *Hate to use blood magic, but I don't have time for ritual here.* She whispered softly into the penny, "No more games. When you have my money, call me." With that, she stepped out of the hatch, adjusted her hood and sunglasses one last time, and then proceeded on a path that should cross Flambeaux's without looking like she was trying to cross Flambeaux's while doing her best not to look in their direction. She was focusing so hard on looking so casual that she didn't notice the penny, now in her pocket, was getting quite... unnaturally... hot.

Keep it up! So kinda a "into the Kallisti-verse". Have the rest of the Kallisti girls on your site already made it to this universe, or are new ones periodically popping in as the story unfolds. PS. I liked the detail with the "definately not approved by the comic code on your comic PDF

It had been hours since that encounter, but Kali's last line kept coming back. *She had to be joking, right? Totally joking. She might not be joking. Given what supers can do, she probably wasn't joking! No, gotta be joking.... *FOCUS on what's important!-- Hidden Ladder access* Tabitha had dumped her backpack into her apartment without much of a glance inside. The prospect of such a setup just fascinated her. At her last place, she'd done as good as she could with fire escapes and access to the roof, but *actually-designed secret access* locations... that was just *sooo awesome>* The opportunity couldn't be passed up. It was bit of a maze down there... well, it was when you were trying to hug the shadows and avoid anyone and anything else. As she crept to various access points, she slipped each open, peeked outside, then ducked back in, moving to the next one. *Sooo awesome!* Her stomach grumbled. *Sentient foods... grapists...No! NO- she was kidding. Focus.* Several times she was tempted to slip out- if nothing else but to better hear whatever was going in in the street *was that Kali?*, but her paranoia got the better of her curiosity. *No. Explore after dark.*

Q on current post 1) is the limo near ground level? 2) any windows open/ unshaded? would anyone possibly see inside?

Tabby's spent the past 4 years in an all-girls boarding school... the type for behavioral adjustment that the rich send their out of cotnrol brats too (Tabby was "sponsored") Her relationship with roommates- and many girls her age could be considered... catty... at best. "Insane" Mary Zane was the exception- more of an arch-nemesis there. She is REALLY looking forward to having her own place... She's also broke, desperate, probably didn't read the lease agreement thoroughly in her desperation to catch that little caveat, and that's perfectly consistent with the way her life goes. Do it. Was thinking about this some more. This is subsidized housing for heroes, and Tabby has a "sponsor" for starters, but nothing says that the sponsor would get her a whole apartment when she's arranging it. some options 1) more of a 'student off-campus' setup I see alot- common living room/kitchen with separate lockable bedrooms. Tabby's sponsor got her one of the "free" rooms here without warning her that the other room could be leased out to anyone... you could already be there OR come at your discretion. 2) Tabby subsidy isn't as much as she expected and she's in desperate need to find a roommate (just gotta speed a tad to her wanting to stay there more permanently, easy enough...). She'll put up some highly neurotic roommate wanted sign at the university, and... 3) Something happens to the room and she needs another fast. As it so happens, someone else is seeking a roommate. Thoughts?

ugh. had a quick post lost there. sounds good