Campaign Dates: April 14, 2018
Sessions: 5 (so far)
- Session 1: Wed, Apr. 25, 2018 – 1800 PST
- Session 2: Wed, May 9, 2018 – 1800 PST
- Session 3: Wed, May 23, 2018 – 1800 PST
- Session 4: Wed, May 30, 2018 – 1800 PST
- Session 5: Wed, May 30, 2018 – 1800 PST
Session 1 – Narrative:
It is my firm opinion that the only thing worse than traveling to an alternate reality is returning to your own after someone else has been swapped into your reality as you … and done a bunch of things you would not (and could not) ever do. That’s the sort of shit storm to which we returned…
Merlyn had hundreds of calls logged for us, all of which had to be addressed. SuperHype, PRIMUS, the FBI, LAPD, and even the local Sheriff were all on our asses about things we supposedly did. Aggregating and sifting through footage of ‘us’ and our so-called activities, I was able to identify things we could not possibly do, annotate those things as evidence of imposters, file it all in a report with the authorities … and it eventually paid off. While we waited we consulted with Dr. Wraith for a more scientific explanation of what happened, but I think only The Kid followed the science.
It took two months to clear our names, during which time I quietly worked with The Kid to hone and refine my ability to regulate the psychosomatic effects of which my mind was capable. With a little concentration, I could now shift from direct mental abilities back to the sort of instinctive/latent body augmentation that had saved my ass during so many knock and talks in country. Unbeknownst to even The Kid, I had also furtively developed the ability to direct the minds of others to augment their bodies. It required mental contact, of course, but it was still a work in progress.
“Don’t burn that…”
Hardcore’s baritone voice roused me from my brief reverie as he swung by the grill en route to the keg, so I intentionally burned his burger just to spite him. It was a gorgeous spring day that turned into a celebration when Psi-Kick announced that she might not be able to keep doing the hero bit because she was pregnant. Hardcore was thrilled and I was happy for them both, but I hid it behind a wisecrack that this was just what the world didn’t need – another Harding or Osbourne.
Unfortunately our festivities were cut short with the arrival of Holocaust.
(More as time permits)