TwiLyghtSansSparkles

You hadn't? Well, I can see why. I kind of keep it under wraps. "Genesis of the Daleks" is a fantastic Classic Who arc. As for New Who, I'm rather fond of "The Empty Child/ The Doctor Dances," and "Silence in the Library/ Forest of the Dead" is one of the most elegant arcs I've seen yet.

I don't know….he might be a little too intense. I always pictured Prof as someone more reserved, but with an undercurrent of intensity that he keeps in check. Like Liam Neeson.

The trailer was a flashy show that said nothing at all. Still excited for the new season, though.

The Book Thief. Markus Zusak. Go, check it out from your local library, and don't get back on the computer until you've read it all the way through.

I think Leveler sounds more accurate, going off of what he can do. He more levels the playing field than makes them equal to….something else. /semantics

But....but where was his accordion?

So I suppose the answer would be: NH is vulnerable as long as he's unconscious, so it depends on how long it would take CM to decapitate/shoot/otherwise annihilate him. How long would he be out? Does it take his body longer to repair a delicate organ like the brain, or would it heal at the same rate as a broken limb or something similar?

Once again.... WEBSITE! Y U NO LET ME UPVOTE THE SAME POST TWICE????

Actually, it kills in five seconds, right? That must mean it targets pretty essential areas of the brain. (Speaking as one who is getting her MA in library science and has very little knowledge of how the brain works, so feel free to correct me.) I'd say Nighthound might survive, but probably with moderate to severe brain damage. It would depend on how strong the healing factor is, how long it takes to kick in, and whether or not it continues to repair long term injuries or illnesses (ie, if Nighthound had a malignant tumor, would his healing factor keep it at bay?).

Oh jeez. Give me the difficult existential questions, why don't you. ummmm Give me some time to overthink that question and I'll get back to you this afternoon when I'm off work.

Methinks Samuel L. Jackson is too fond of swearing for a movie written by a Mormon and aimed at teens.

Everyone is in Portland at the moment. Max (Mailliw) and Mel (Delightful) are trying to steal food from a shop that may or may not be owned by an angry Epic. Gordon has sold information to Joe/SightLine (both Joe) in order to help him find and kill Altermind. Kathy and Travis (Theorymaker) snuck into Thoughttown, but both were caught by Flashpoint (NPCish) and Scorch (me), Altermind's security team. Currently, Altermind is giving Kathy hallucinations and is having her doused with water to short out her powers. And CorpseMaker (Joe) and Funtimes (me) have teamed up for the time being so CorpseMaker can get his revenge on Joe/SightLine. CorpseMaker thinks Nathan (me) is an Epic. Did I miss anything?

Who, me?

I am on no one's side. I provide yak meat, knitted garments, and sarcasm to all.

(((Part two of mine and Joe's compilation post. ))) “CorpseMaker?” Doctor Funtimes teleported down from her perch, made a face, then tapped him on the nose. “That’s a yucky name. I will call you Jeffrey.” Nathan’s mind whirled with the news CorpseMaker--or was it Jeffrey?--had given. Great. There was more than one powerful Epic in Portland, and from what he could tell, not a single one seemed allied with another. Funtimes had dropped them smack in the middle of a war between warlords. I will not answer to Jeffrey, that wasn’t even my name before I was an Epic! You people don’t say anything do you? Not names, not abilities. But I’ll tell you Mine, I kill people, and you people, are asking for it. Funtimes tilted her head, still smiling. So far as Nathan could tell, she never stopped. “I’m Doctor Funtimes. I like to take things.” Seemingly unaffected by the threat that left Nathan shaking, she flounced over and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Like him! See? He’s fun. So I took him. You’re not fun.” Nathan sensed a threat in her words, cheerful though they were. He wanted to bolt, but Funtimes had claimed him. He was hers. If he wanted her protection, he would have to stay. He gave an uneasy smile. “Well, I never said I was fun for others, Though I have fun a lot, of course, no one’s ever seen me have fun, and lived to tell about it.” He had killed all the witnesess for fun. But these guys, two unknown Epics, one who could transform, and one who could, What? He was keeping his powers secret. “Anyway, could You make me some actuall clothes? Pants and a Shirt? Sunglasses maybe? She stuck out her tongue. “You’re lame. Like Fortuity. His gun is free now, running through the forest like a flock of little birdies.” Nathan resisted the urge to comment on the mixed metaphors. Doctor Funtimes unwrapped her arms and stepped back, tilting her head and surveying CorpseMaker. After a moment, she clapped her hands. She waved her hand over the chair and carpet, taking a little matter from each. A leg vanished, sending the chair toppling to the floor. Sunglasses were the first thing she gave him--wide, cats-eye glasses with pink frames. Then, pants: hideous orange things that nearly glowed in the weak light, a style Nathan thought he recognized from old pre-Calamity pictures of some artist named MC Hammer. A bright purple blazer and pink shirt finished CorpseMaker’s ensemble as the last of the chair and carpet vanished. Doctor Funtimes burst into laughter. It was a power play, Nathan knew. She had full sway over what he wore, and if she decided she didn’t like him, he would wear whatever she wanted him to wear. Nathan wanted to run. Giving an Epic named CorpseMaker an outfit that resembled something from his worst, most rotten pepperoni-fueled nightmare was the worst idea he could think of. CorpseMaker stared at the provided clothes, Orange pants, pink shirt, purple blazer. He would kill her for sure for this! He would- Wait, had she said Fortuity? That was the future seeing Epic that she beat? He would have to be more careful about her then, even in Portland, they had heard of Fortuity and his powers of Precognition, allowing him to be immune to all danger. “Ah, Thank you for these, clothes. Dr, Funtimes.” He quickly put them on. It beat being Naked. But as soon as he figured out both of their powers, and killed the Teleporter, he would kill them as well. “So, boy. What’s your name and Power?” Nathan froze. Power? What is he…. An Epic. CorpseMaker thought he was an Epic. Nathan unconsciously felt the soft suede of his duster. A duster, a suit--he was dressed like an Epic, so why shouldn’t he be mistaken for one? Did Funtimes plan this from the beginning? Covering quickly, he let a smile curve his lips, mimicking the Epics he had served. “I’d rather not talk about them just yet. And as for names, you can call me…” He cast about in his mind, searching for a name, any name, that sounded Epic-like. There were too many that fit the bill, and too many that sounded absolutely stupid. Bookman? No…. Duster Dude! Sparks, no. Let’s see…..random word, random word….. “The Traveller.” Doctor Funtimes wrapped her arms around his neck again. “I call him Doctor Awesomesauce.” “Only when we’re alone!” he hissed, then turned to CorpseMaker again. “I’m the Traveller. That is all you need to know.” The Traveller. Speed powers maybe? Well, if he wanted to keep his powers secret, He could just ask tan informant. “So, why did you guys save me anyway?” And what do you want? Funtimes tilted her head. “I thought you looked fun. That’s why.” “Prove her right, or prove her wrong. I won’t stop her either way.” He hoped he sounded like an Epic. He had heard them talk like that, but only spoke when spoken to. Only looked at them when they demanded it. He stood up a little straighter and let his arms slip around Funtimes’ waist. She didn’t pull away. Well then, an Epic couple? That didn’t happen very often. and when it did, it was much more dangerous. Especially since the woman appeared to be Insane. “Well, then, what are your plans for Portland? I think we both have something the other could Help with. You both look new to Portland, But I’m born and raised here.” Funtimes giggled, and Nathan smiled. “Well, there’s your answer. We’re here for fun.” She nodded enthusiastically. She was close, so close, and Nathan’s heart pounded. He couldn’t mess this up. “Give her fun, give us fun, and we’ll stay as long as we see fit.” This could be very good for him “Well, what’s your idea, of Fun? I can take you to all the fun places and people in town, if you help me deal with a problematic Epic. the Teleporter I told you about earlier.” Funtimes giggled. “Okie dokie lokie!” Releasing Nathan, she pranced over and tapped CorpseMaker’s sunglasses. They changed form, turning from something a teenage girl in the 1950s might wear to something he had seen on rock stars in old pictures. Nathan thought back to the forest, to the clothes she had given him, and decided the change was a sign. She was willing to give CorpseMaker a chance. “Well, there you have it. As for our idea of fun…” He smiled at Funtimes, and she returned it. Her eyes were shining. “We’ll make that up as we go.”

It's happened before.

More pumpkin donuts for me! MAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

These are totally the things I'm looking for. I have found the pumpkin donuts. All is good now.

I….had no idea Sith stampeded anything, let alone after munching donuts. Then again, they do seem to be more inclined to embrace fun (and therefore donuts) than the Jedi. I've always thought the Jedi ate nothing but kale and bran flakes.

It's YAK. Y-A-K. Yack is something you do when you're sick. Would you like me to turn that beer into cheese fondue? It goes wonderfully with soft pretzels.

All right, then. But I reserve the right to replace the following with prune juice if I catch a whiff of true warfare.

Does anyone need a summary? I don't think a ton has happened—it's mostly just setup, from what I can tell—but I know a lot has been written and people have been gone.

Is it a friendly duel, or a battle designed to start an inter-Clan war?