Greywind

I close my eyes and my memory flies me where soft trade winds blow I`m in the sun hearin' laughter and fun when she whispers 'Hello' Her touch is still tender just like I remember when my feelings begin to show Suddenly I wake up from the dream I make up of The girl I'll never know In a place I'll never go Angels never fly this low She`s the girl I'll never know God knows I've tried but I'm always denied any love on my mind And so I chase to my fantasy place like a fool runnin' blind Then she comes to me, her love rushes through me just as she falls in my arms Suddenly I wake up from the dream I make up of The girl I'll never know In a place I'll never go Angels never fly this low She's the girl I`ll never know Angels don't fly this low She's the girl I'll never know Angels don't fly this low She`s the girl I'll never know

Shenanigans! We got a title and a band listing! I see trees of green........ Red roses too I see em bloom..... For me and for you And I think to myself.... What a wonderful world. I see skies of blue..... Clouds of white Bright blessed days.... Dark sacred nights And I think to myself..... What a wonderful world. The colors of a rainbow..... So pretty.. In the sky Are also on the faces..... Of people.. Going by I see friends shaking hands..... Sayin.. How do you do They're really sayin...... I love you. I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow They'll learn much more..... Than I'll never know And I think to myself..... What a wonderful The colors of a rainbow..... So pretty.. In the sky Are there on the faces..... Of people.. Going by I see friends shaking hands..... Sayin.. How do you do They're really sayin...*spoken*(I.... Love.... You). I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow *Spoken*(you know their gonna learn A whole lot more than I'll never know) And I think to myself..... What a wonderful world Yes I think to myself....... What a wonderful world.

The ghosts of Woodstock still haunt the next of kin But the screams and shouts have turned to whispers on the wind The time has come to face the music again Back 'em up against the wall and bring the hammer down Tell 'em that was then, my friend, but this is here and now Rock Out, Roll On Rock out we've waited so long Rock Out, Roll On we keep holding on We've waited so long we've got to be strong We'll just keep holdin' on... Can't you hear the future knockin' down the door Can't you hear the footsteps on the killing floor Comes a time when you can't take anymore When you've made up your mind, you step over the line Then it's all just a question of time Rock Out, Roll On Rock out we've waited so long Rock Out, Roll On we keep holding on We've waited so long we've got to be strong We'll just keep holdin' on... A chance will surely come your way To say the things you need to say To play like no one else has played And blow them away Is it any wonder we somehow survive The strength and the power comes from somewhere inside You learn to turn your cheek and swallow your pride Coming to the wire, fighting fire with fire Driven on by this burnin' desire Rock Out, Roll On Rock out we've waited so long Rock Out, Roll On we keep holding on We've waited so long we've got to be strong We'll just keep holdin' on...

Oh, like the executives are relevant.

"To combat violence you need greater violence!"

Unless you're ugly. In which case, regardless of powers, you're a Morlock.

Isn't life strange? A turn of the page Can read like before Can we ask for more? Each day passes by How hard man will try? The sea will not wait You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry Wished I could be in your heart To be one with your love Wished I could be in your eyes Looking back, there you were and here we are Isn't love strange? A word we arrange With no thought or care Maker of despair Each breath that we breathe With love we must weave To make us as one You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry Wished I could be in your heart To be one with your love Wished I could be in your eyes Looking back, there you were and here we are Isn't life strange? A turn of the page A book without light Unless with love we write To throw it away To lose just a day The quicksand of time You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry Wished I could be in your heart To be one with your love Wished I could be in your eyes Looking back, there you were Wished I could be in your heart To be one with your love Wished I could be in your eyes Looking back, there you were Wished I could be in your heart To be one with your love Wished I could be in your eyes Looking back, there you were Wished I could be in your heart To be one with your love Wished I could be in your eyes Looking back, there you were Wished I could be in your heart To be one with your love

Right. Don't hate the mutants. Turn the hate to the pecans.

His response was "Sorry in advance, suckaaaaaaa."

Watiti apologized in advance for the humor he planned on incorporating into Love and Thunder.

And then there's Mrs. Dash, but she rarely gets out of the kitchen.

For your eyes only, can see me through the night For your eyes only, I never need to hide You can see so much in me, so much in me that's new I never felt until I looked at you For your eyes only, only for you You'll see what no one else can see, and now I'm breaking free For your eyes only, only for you The love I know you need in me, the fantasy you've freed in me Only for you, only for you For your eyes only, the nights are never cold You really know me, that's all I need to know Maybe I'm an open book because I know you're mine But you won't need to read between the lines For your eyes only, only for you You see what no one else can see, and now I'm breaking free For your eyes only, only for you The passions that collide in me, the wild abandoned side of me Only for you, for your eyes only

On a long and lonesome highway East of Omaha You can listen to the engine Moaning out his one-note song You can think about the woman Or the girl you knew the night before But your thoughts will soon be wanderin' The way they always do When you're ridin' sixteen hours And there's nothin' much to do And you don't feel much like ridin' You just wish the trip was through Say, here I am On the road again There I am Up on the stage Here I go Playin' the star again There I go Turn the page Well, you walk into a restaurant Strung out from the road And you feel the eyes upon you As you're shakin' off the cold You pretend it doesn't bother you But you just want to explode Most times you can't hear 'em talk Other times you can Oh, the same old clichés "Is that a woman or a man?" And you always seem outnumbered You don't dare make a stand Say, here I am On the road again There I am Up on the stage Here I go Playin' the star again There I go Turn the page Out there in the spotlight You're a million miles away Every ounce of energy You try to give away As the sweat pours out your body Like the music that you play Later in the evening As you lie awake in bed With the echoes from the amplifiers Ringin' in your head You smoke the day's last cigarette Rememberin' what she said Say, here I am On the road again There I am Up on the stage Here I go Just playin' the star again There I go Turn the page Ah, here I am On the road again There I am Up on the stage Here I go Playin' star again There I go There I go

Tara opened the door. Al smiled at her. “That's a big box.” Al stepped inside and set the box outside of the foyer without leaving it. He took off his coat and hung it up. His cap went on the same hook. He took off his shoes without being asked. “Where would you like it?” he asked, indicating the box. “What is it?” Al smiled again. “I have no idea.” His glasses came off and he slipped them into his breast pocket. Tara looked over the box, shifting it from position to position to look at all sides. “It's for Michael.” “Yes, ma'am.” “Will you be joining the others in the dining room?” Tara asked. “No, ma'am. That's not my business. If I may, could I use your television?” Tara smiled. “Of course. Would you like some coffee? It's just about ready.” “Please,” he answered with another smile. Tara got the remote for the TV and switched it on. She handed it to him with a smile. Tara pushed the box with one hand towards the dining room. It wasn't heavy and she had to wonder what it was. “Michael, there's a box for you.” “Coffee dinged, Gramma,” he said coming out of the kitchen. “I'll get it, Mom,” Tara said. Michael examined the box. “What is it?” “You're going to have to open it to find out,” Gramma told him. “Would you like some help?” Trese asked. Michael nodded. Mr. Abernathy passed Trese a pocket knife. Trese knelt down with Michael and pulled the blade out. She sliced through the packing tape, folded the knife back in, and helped Michael pull the box out of the carton. “It's wrapped,” Michael said, stating the obvious. “There's a card on it,” Tara said from the archway. She brought the coffee to the table. “That's my name!” he exclaimed, pointing to the card. Trese grinned. “Why, yes it is!” Pulling the card off, Michael took it to his mother. Tara opened it. “For Michael,” she read. “An early Christmas present. Jason.” She handed the card back to Michael so he could look at it. “Santa! And reindeer!” He set the card on the table and turned his attention to the present. “So,” Trese asked, “are you going to be neat about it or...?” Michael slipped his hand inside a fold and ripped. “Guess not.” “Mom!” “I see!” Tara said. “It's the playset you wanted!” “Yeah! The whole hideout!” “I think it's a tower in the city,” Beth said. “They don't really hide out. Do they?” “Can we put it together?” Trese sat cross-legged. “Of course we can. Where do we start?” * * * * * Michael played with his figures in the new playset. “You're really good with kids,” Tara said. “Do you have any of your own?” Trese shook her head. “Little brothers or sisters?” “I have an extended, rather dysfunctional family. Several close sisters, none of which are blood. Then there's Jason, Warren, Kate, but I claim her under the close sisters.” Tara grinned. “She's Warren's wife.” “Where do I stand?” Beth asked. “Currently, my trainer and slave driver.” Beth laughed. “She's family, too.” Reaching over, Tara stood the box up. There was still a weight in it. “Michael, did you put something in this box?” “No.” “Well, there's still something in it. Come look.” Michael came over and pulled the box down to look inside. “There's another present!” He wrestled the box over until the second present fell out. The wrapping didn't last as long as the first present. “Mom! It's all of them!” “Let me see!” Michael brought the box to his mom. “You're right!” “Can I play with them?” he asked. “They are yours.” Tara peeled the tape off the flap. She pulled the plastic out of the box and looked over the figures. “It's a factory set,” Trese said. “It has all the pieces from the collection in one place. Along with their accessories.” Tara began releasing the figures and setting them on the table where Michael could reach them. “Which one is your favorite?” Trese asked the boy. “This one! She looks like an angel!” Trese smiled. “Yes, she does.” “Jason said I could meet her!” “He did?” Trese reached over and picked up the Psistorm figure. “What about this one?” “All she does is make bubbles. I'm going to put her in the TV room.” Trese glowered. Beth covered her mouth to hide a grin and keep herself from laughing. “That's not a TV,” Tara said. “It's a monitor.” “Whatever.”

https://phys.org/news/2009-10-physicists-parallel-universes.html

Right up there with time travel.

It's early morning, the sun comes out Last night was shaking and pretty loud My cat is purring, it scratches my skin So what is wrong with another sin? The bitch is hungry, she needs to tell So give her inches and feed her well More days to come, new places to go I've got to leave, it's time for a show Here I am Rock you like a hurricane Here I am Rock you like a hurricane My body is burning, it starts to shout Desire is coming, it breaks out loud Lust is in cages 'til storm breaks loose Just have to make it with someone I choose The night is calling, I have to go The wolf is hungry, he runs the show He's licking his lips, he's ready to win On the hunt tonight for love at first sting Here I am Rock you like a hurricane (Are you ready, baby?) Here I am Rock you like a hurricane Here I am Rock you like a hurricane Here I am Rock you like a hurricane Rock you like a hurricane It's early morning, the sun comes out Last night was shaking and pretty loud My cat is purring, it scratched my skin So what is wrong with another sin? The night is calling, I have to go The wolf is hungry, he runs the show He's licking his lips, he's ready to win On the hunt tonight for love at first sting Here I am Rock you like a hurricane (Are you ready, baby?) Here I am Rock you like a hurricane Here I am Rock you like a hurricane (Come on, come on, come on, come on) Here I am Rock you like a hurricane Here I am

Smiled plenty in Endgame.

Alex Ross used him as a model for Stark in Marvels.

Repulsion field?

As a player, discuss with the GM. As a GM, waive the cost.

Use Barrier as the basis for it? Give it minimal stats, Desolid, and Affects Physical World advantage.

I was meaning the depowered and banished mutants