Greywind

Doesn't mean that the fans have to go there, though. They can keep the topic strictly to what is shown without dragging reality into it.

Like in Kevin Bacon's Hollow Man...

I like it simply for the smile on her face.

Across the street the river runs Down in the gutter life is slipping away Let me still exist in another place Running down under cover Of a helicopter blade The flames are getting higher In effigy Burning down the bridges of my memory Love may still alive Somewhere someday Where they're downing only deer A hundred steel towns away Oh, rhythm of my heart Is beating like a drum With the words I love you Rolling off my tongue No never will I roam For I know my place is home Where the ocean meets the sky I'll be sailing Photographs and kerosene Light up my darkness Light it up Light it up I can still feel the touch Of your thin blue jeans Running down the alley I've got my eyes all over you, baby Oh, baby Oh, the rhythm of my heart Is beating like a drum With the words I love you Rolling off my tongue No never will I roam For I know my place is home Where the ocean meets the sky I'll be sailing Oh, yeah Oh, I've got lightning in my veins Shifting like the handle Of a slot machine Love may still exist In another place I'm just yanking back the handle No expression on my face Oh, the rhythm of my heart Is beating like a drum With the words I love you Rolling off my tongue No never will I roam For I know my place is home Where the ocean meets the sky I'll be sailing Oh, the rhythm of my heart Is beating like a drum With the words I love you Rolling off my tongue No never will I roam For I know my place is home Where the ocean meets the sky I'll be sailing The rhythm of my heart Is beating like a drum With the words I love you rolling off my tongue No never will I roam For I know my place is home Where the ocean meets the sky I'll be sailing

Put humans on it.

Take off and nuke it from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.

Taking a recovery requires being conscious. That is a function of Stun. Not END.

Step into the light Your on Hook into the night That look from eye to eye A flash gets passed around A band of wild angels Rockin heaven down Roll, roll, roll Roll out the soul You get that feel And everybody knows You're moving their minds Moving their minds around Rockin heaven Rockin heaven down You step into the night On your way back home What a scene it was tonight I'm so glad I'm not alone That look in your eye Makes me come unwound Come on baby let's go Rockin heaven down Roll, roll, roll Roll out the soul You get that feel and everybody knows You're moving their minds Moving around Rockin heaven down Rockin heaven down Rock me home Rock me home

Well, she was an American girl Raised on promises She couldn't help thinkin' That there was a little more to life somewhere else After all it was a great big world With lots of places to run to And if she had to die tryin' She had one little promise she was gonna keep O yeah, all right Take it easy, baby Make it last all night She was an American girl Well it was kind of cold that night, She stood alone on her balcony Yeah, she could hear the cars roll by, Out on 441 like waves crashin' on the beach And for one desperate moment There he crept back in her memory God it's so painful when something that's so close Is still so far out of reach O yeah, all right Take it easy, baby Make it last all night She was an American girl

It's alright if you love me It's alright if you don't I'm not afraid of you running away Honey, I get the feeling you won't There is no sense in pretending Your eyes give you away Something inside you is feeling like I do We said all there is to say Baby Breakdown Go ahead and give it to me Breakdown honey take me through the night Breakdown now I'm standing here can't you see Breakdown, it's alright It's alright It's alright Breakdown Go ahead and give it to me Breakdown honey take me through the night Breakdown now I'm standing here can't you see Breakdown, it's alright It's alright It's alright

Honey don't walk out, I'm too drunk to follow You know you won't feel this way tomorrow Well, maybe a little rough around the edges Or inside a little hollow, I get faced with some things, sometimes That are so hard to swallow, hey! I was born a rebel, down in Dixie On a Sunday morning Yeah with one foot in the grave And one foot on the pedal, I was born a rebel She picked me up in the mornin', and she paid all my tickets Then she screamed in the car Left me out in the thicket Well I never would of dreamed That her heart was so wicked Yeah but I keep comin' back Cause it's so hard to kick it, hey, hey, hey I was born a rebel, down in Dixie On a Sunday morning Yeah with one foot in the grave And one foot on the pedal, I was born a rebel Even before my father's father They called us all rebels While they burned our cornfields And left our cities leveled I can still feel the eyes of those blue-bellied devils Yeah, when I'm walking round at night Through the concrete and metal, hey, hey, hey I was born a rebel, down in Dixie On a Sunday morning Yeah with one foot in the grave And one foot on the pedal, I was born a rebel

Sarah went through the files in her arms, pulling papers out of some or setting the file intact on Jason's desk. “This is the document that Legal wants to go over with you tomorrow. Their assistant also wrote up a memo brief. That's the top sheet. “This is the approval for the funds for the survivors and families of the explosion. It just needs your initials here,” she pointed to a blank line, “here,” pointing to a different blank line, “and needs your signature at the bottom.” Jason scanned the page and initialed each space before signing the bottom. He pushed it back across his desk toward Sarah. “Anything else?” he asked. “Just that Captain Stone is more than happy to put off your meeting until tomorrow and that he hopes your consultation with your doctor isn't anything serious.” “What consultation?” Popping her head around the open door, Kris said, “Hi. Hope you don't mind. You haven't been in town for a while, and I thought that it might be a good idea for me to check up on you.” Smiling, Jason looked her up and down as she walked across his office. “Yeah, there's that appraising look. Now I'm wondering what painting or drawing I'm going to end up in next.” “So you got all dressed up for me?” he teased. With a slight shake of her head, Kris said, “No. I got all dressed up for me. You're just the person I was coming to see.” Quirking up a half-smile, Jason's eyes dropped to the paper in front of him. “So, what's on your mind?” “Dinner.” Jason chuckled at that. “Am I making or buying?” Kris smiled warmly. “You're feeding me. Beyond that, I don't care.” Pulling a notepad closer, Jason took up his pen. Nib scribbling across the pad, Jason looked to Kris. “Any preferences? Shrimp? Chicken? Fish? Beef?” “Shrimp,” she answered without hesitation. “And chicken,” she added. Jason jotted a few more notes and tore the page off and handed it to Sarah. Her eyes went down the list. “Hmm. About two hours. I will have this in your apartment.” “That's fine,”Jason said. Sarah collected her papers and files, leaving the ones for Jason. She made her way out, closing the door quietly. “How did you know I was here? Have a seat.” Kris ignored the offered chair and moved to a sofa off to the side. She sat, crossed her legs, and adjusted her skirt. Jason got the feeling that Kris did not want his desk being a barrier between them. “Can I get you a drink?” he asked, rising. “Please. I knew you were here because, as your doctor and in light of current circumstances, I've had Mentor keeping me informed. Aside from your hastily arranged meeting with Captain Stone want to tell me why you're in town?” Opening a cabinet, Jason took out a glass and a bottle. He paused for a moment and then brought the bottle closer to his face. “Is something wrong?” “Traces,” Jason answered. “My senses aren't at the same level as Huntress' is, but sometimes, usually when I least expect it, I find traces of Marlene. Her perfume on a shirt or blouse like she had just worn it yesterday.” Jason chuckled. “I found a new lingerie set in my travel bag still in the box.” “Sounds like she had something planned,” Kris responded quietly. “So, what brings you back to New York?” “Artemus Croystetter.” “Ugh. What now?” Pouring, Jason said, “Well, since that secretary is no longer around, why don't I consider a more suitable partner.” “You're kidding.” Shaking her head, Kris asked, “Who does he have in mind? His daughter?” “Granddaughter, actually. She came with me on the flight. Ostensibly to do something for her grandfather.” Taking the glass Jason offered, Kris smiled her thanks. “Like find a way to get him more control of the company.” Jason nodded once in agreement and took a seat opposite Kris. “I don't understand why he is still with the company.” “He's good at what he does.” “He's a manipulator.” “And a shrewd negotiator. Was why my grandfather brought him in. I just wish he would get past the point where Scott Enterprises isn't Croystetter Industries.” With both hands, Jason rubbed his face. “Fire him or retire him?” Kris half-joked. Pulling his hands down below his eyes, Jason looked at Kris and then shook his head. “I would if I could, but there's the contract he signed with Grampa and the 'shrewd negotiator'. I neither need nor want more legal problems.” “Okay, what about his granddaughter?” “Spoiled bitch.” “Ouch.” Jason smiled. “Don't get me wrong, spoiled is all well and good so long as I'm the one doing the spoiling. Having to deal with the spoiling that someone else has done? I don't think I have the patience to overcome or correct that.” Kris smiled into her glass. “So, what brings you here?” “Well, after your late-night visit to Warren's we were all rather concerned.” “Warren told you about that?” “No. You did.” Holding up her hand to stop Jason from speaking, Kris said, “When you disappeared, Leah let us know. When you reappeared, we already had Mentor monitoring. Mentor let us know that you and Leah had returned to the house. And then something happened. Leah was knocked out. When she came to you were gone again. There was that flare out over the ocean. Then you turned up at Warren's. “Warren had his phone on, so Mentor let us all listen in. You haven't said anything really about what occurred.” Looking down, Jason quietly said, “I will.” Jason slowly made a fist and then opened his hand. “In time.” Kris watched, looking for any clues, she pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. Nodding, she said, “All right.” “Anything else?” “Actually, yes. I heard a rumor. I was wondering if you could clear it up for me.” Cocking his head slightly to the side, Jason said, “A rumor? I would think you wouldn't listen to much to the rumor mill.” Setting her glass on the table, Kris interlocked her fingers around her knee and stared at Jason. “What's the rumor?” “The room is secure, Doctor.” “Thank you, Mentor. I heard a rumor that Pulsar managed to track down Silverthorn. Any truth to it?” Jason's eyes narrowed. “I don't have to try too hard to connect the dots. I would remind you that birds eat bugs.” Kris raised her eyebrows, more in question than surprise, and continued to stare at Jason.

I see life and it's passin' right before my eyes And the past is the past don't regret it, time to realize I need to walk on the wire just to catch my breath, I don't know how or where but I'm goin' it's all that I have left It don't matter where it takes me Long as I can keep this feeling runnin' through, my soul Never took this road before -- destination unknown Oh oh oh ohohoh -- destination unknown Won't be coming back this way gotta go it alone Oh oh oh ohohoh -- destination unknown See a chance gotta take it wanna meet my fate 'Cause the last thing I ever wanted was to find out it's too late No way out when you're in it deeper than the night There's a light at the end of the tunnel and I see it burning bright It don't matter where it takes me Long as I can keep this feeling soarin' through, my soul Never took this road before -- destination unknown Oh oh oh ohohoh -- destination unknown Won't be comin' back this way gotta go it alone Oh oh oh ohohoh -- destination unknown

Bobby's drivin' through the city tonight Through the lights in a hot new rent-a-car He joins the lovers in his heavy machine It's a scene down on Sunset Boulevard Say goodbye to Hollywood Say goodbye to my baby Say goodbye to Hollywood Say goodbye to my baby Johnny's takin' care of things for a while And his style is so right for troubadours They got him sitting with his back to the door Now he won't be my fast gun anymore Say goodbye to Hollywood Say goodbye my baby Say goodbye to Hollywood Say goodbye my baby Movin' on is a chance that you take Any time you try to stay together Whoa Say a word out of line And you find that the friends you had Are gone forever Forever So many faces in and out of my life Some will last Some will just be now and then Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes I'm afraid it's time for goodbye again Say goodbye to Hollywood Say goodbye my baby Say goodbye to Hollywood Say goodbye my baby Movin' on is a chance that you take Any time you try to stay together Whoa Say a word out of line And you find that the friends you had Are gone forever Forever So many faces in and out of my life Some will last Some will just be now and then Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes I'm afraid it's time for goodbye again Say goodbye to Hollywood Say goodbye my baby Say goodbye to Hollywood Say goodbye my baby

...and that fits perfectly well within the scope of the actual history of the Inhumans and the alpha primitives in the books.

You calculate mid-turn speed changes by passing a house rule stating there will be no mid-turn speed changes.

Tell that to the family in Poltergeist...

Bruce's cameo in Wonder Woman was fine. Big black Wayne Enterprises truck and a note.

Seems DC/Warner have finally realized what most of us have been saying for years now. http://www.vulture.com/2017/09/dc-cinematic-universe-is-being-downplayed.html

-5 points for no cigar.

It needs some crossovers with Daredevil and whatnot. Even if just mentions.