Greywind

Pre-ignition.

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Can I suggest letting them have more than 2 shots in their guns? More than 2 shots in the bar?

I heard the same about vampires in CO. The whole "nature vs nurture" crap.

Bracing her foot against the top of the desk, Beth fastened the strap around her ankle. “When are you going to let me see what you did to me?” She put her foot down, slipped on the other shoe, and repeated the process. “Soon,” Leah teased. “You're purposely dragging this out.” “It won't be much longer,” Leah promised. “I just want a neutral opinion before you see it.” Jason stepped into his office. “Now I have some idea of what my office is used for when I'm not around.” Beth lowered her foot to the floor. “You! If you ever involve yourself in my personal life again, I'll... I'll... grrr!” “In the first place, I have no idea what you're talking about. In the second, who are you and what did you do with my office manager?” Leah smiled. “You like?” “Your skills might be rusty from disuse, but you haven't lost your touch. She's gorgeous.” “Can't I see now? Please?' Leah turned her makeup case so Beth could see herself in the mirror therein. “Oh, wow,” she said quietly. “What did you do to me?” “What you asked. I hope you aren't disappointed.” Beth smiled at Leah before looking back into the mirror. “No. Not at all.” “So, dinner plans?” “I... I haven't really stopped long enough to think that far ahead,” Beth said. Jason held his hand out to Beth. She took it and he helped her to her feet. He surprised her when he spun her about like they were dancing. “Very nice.” He released her. “What was that for?” “To get a better impression.” Beth shot him an annoyed look. “At least I didn't ask you to dance on the coffee table. Or my desk,” he teased. He held out a card to her. “Like I would. What's this,” she asked, taking the card. “Dinner is at eight.” Beth looked at the card. “Jason! I can't afford this!” “You can. I pay you well enough. But that is neither here nor there. I called and made your reservation. They will put the bill on my tab. Your responsibility tonight is to enjoy yourself. Nothing more. There is a car waiting for you downstairs.” “A car?” Beth looked stunned and then relieved. “Thank you.” “Anything here I need to look at?” Jason asked indicating the pile of files. Beth began collecting her things. “No. They'll keep over the weekend. I meant to put them away. I'll ask Jessica to see to it on my way out.” She slung her bag over her shoulder. She started to move around the desk and stopped. Beth turned to look Jason in the eye. “I love you.” She kissed him on the cheek. “The feeling is mutual, Miss Gilbert. Enjoy yourself.” “Yes, sir.” “Beth.” She turned towards Leah. Leah passed her something. Beth looked at it. It was the tube of lipstick Leah had used on her. “Thank you,” she said smiling. “Have a good time,” Leah said. She and Jason watched Beth walk out of the office. “That was nice of you.” “I'm not the one that painted her face. And apparently I am now done for the day. What would you like to do?” “Food?” Leah said. She closed up her makeup case and latched it down. She set it on Jason's desk and retracted the legs, locking them in their place. “Just not wherever you sent her to.” “It's your weekend,” he said. Leah smiled. “Wherever you want to go.”

Make him more, uh... tactical. Make him look, uh... Let's go with black.

I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure.

Sorcerer cannot become liches.

Concept. Think of the Constrictor. Grab, zap, thud.

“I'm sorry Jason was so hard on you,” Marlene said. “It's because he cares,” Morgan said quietly. Marlene smiled. “Just so. Here we are,” she indicated a door. “This isn't going to interfere with work, is it?” Morgan smiled. “I am officially on extended medical leave.” “How extended?” The door opened and Marlene lead the way. “Until I get my head together and give up this foolish nonsense. Or see a shrink.” Morgan took in the apartment. “Wow. Better view than Park Avenue. Does this mean I'm a Guardian?” she joked. “Do you want to be a Guardian?” Hearing the seriousness of the question gave Morgan pause. “I don't know. I started as a way to honor Carson.” Morgan dropped her bag on the floor. “But I kept getting sucked in. One thing after another that needed to be responded to.” Nodding, Marlene said, “They can all relate. That is pretty much how they got started. And we built up from there.” “Jason going on about his losses. All we had was a summer fling.” Marlene gave a laugh. “I'll tell you a secret. Jason has only ever had one summer fling, Morgan. And you were it. You came into his life when he was vulnerable. And if you haven't noticed, he doesn't really do things in half-measures.” “But then Ash came along.” “A few months later. That didn't really last either.” Morgan moved to the window and looked out over the skyline. “Do you know why?” Following after, Marlene said, “Ash kept hurting him physically. Granted it always healed, but she doesn't like hurting people she cares about. What are you going to do now that your face is associated with the mask?” “I don't know. Disassociate? Try to put some distance between me and it?”

Always preferred Nancy's voice over Ann's.

Why?

Well, do keep in mind that SG1 started out on Showtime.

I want better candidates to vote for. Same as I did in 2016.

Energy Blast 14D6 Stun Only, No Knockback, No Range, Linked (Entangle) Entangle 5D5, 5 Def, No Range Stretching 1” Linked (Entangle)

Mac Davis, Country Singer and Elvis Presley Songwriter, Dead at 78

Showing her card at the reader, Morgan pulled her 1966 Jaguar XKE Coupe into the parking garage of Guardian's Tower. A green light at the end lit up. She drove to it. A reinforced door opened and she drove through it. Jason waited by an elevator with an open door. Morgan pulled into a parking spot and shut off her engine. She got out and walked around the car and pulled a sea bag out of the passenger seat. Slinging it over her shoulder, she walked to Jason. “Is that everything?” “Yes.” Jason nodded and they stepped into the waiting elevator. “I'm sorry I missed the wedding,” Morgan said. “I was otherwise preoccupied.” “Your absence was noted,” Jason replied with a smile. “I like it better when you have long hair.” Morgan's hand went reflexively to her shoulder. “I needed a change.” Her long locks had been turned into a pixie cut. “That's understandable.” The elevator opened. “Where to?” “This way.” Jason lead her into the dining area. “Normally we'd use the meeting room, but the vote tended to be in favor of informal.” Morgan stopped, taking in everyone at the table. Her eyes sought out those she knew or had at least met before. “Hello, Morgan,” Marlene said. “I'm sorry I missed the wedding.” “Think nothing of it,” Marlene said. “You were quite indisposed from what I understand. How are you?” “Physically, I'm fine. Mentally, I don't know.” Marlene nodded her understanding. “You're in the right place.” “Have a seat,” Jason said. “You know Ash and Kris.” Morgan nodded to each. “Ash. Dr. Tyler.” “Kris,” she replied. “I'm off duty.” “Sparx,” Jason continued. “Rick.” “Hi. Richard,” Morgan said to each. Sparx replied in kind. Kaneda nodded, “Nice to see you Morgan. I wish I had known.” “Wasn't your fight, Richard.” “Hold that thought, Morgan,” said Jason. “You remember Paladin. Short-armor there is Cavalier.” “Miss Shaw,” Paladin said with a nod. Cavalier gave a bit of a wave. “Lastly is Sharon Anderson. She and Kaneda will oversee your training.” “But I thought...” Jason gave a slight shake of his head. “Okay, then. Where do we start?” “For starters,” Paladin said, “gear. Toss it up on the table.” Setting the sea bag on the table, Morgan opened it up. First thing she took out was a torn leather jacket. She set that on the table. Ash laid it flat, inspecting the rents. Next she pulled out Shadow Hunter's helmet. “I'll take that,” Cavalier said. Morgan tossed it to her. “I'll take the baton,” Paladin said. Morgan pulled that out and took a long look at it before passing it to him. Cavalier already had wires connecting her armor to the helmet. Pulling leather pants out that were in the same sad state as the jacket, Morgan set it on the table. Ash laid them flat, as well. Lastly, Morgan pulled out her boots. About the only thing in her outfit that was more or less intact. “Morgan,” Richard said gently, “why didn't you call?” “It was my fight, Richard,” she replied. Shaking his head, Jason said, “Morgan, can you take me in a fight?” Giving a bit of a smile, Morgan looked at the table. “Maybe.” Ignoring the years of practice and training that he had gone through to make the change easy, Jason changed violently. His chair flew backward, slammed into the wall, and fell over. Morgan felt pressure from his change on the table. “Let's go. Training room. Now.” “I thought you meant...” Leaning on his fists, Pulsar hung his head. “Morgan, I know what you thought. Rule number one you need to remember if you plan on continuing, is that there are no rules. You go into a fight consider that it may well be your last.” He picked his head up. His eyes were glowing through his mask. “You do not take on someone like Bloodbath without help.” “He killed Sandra!” she snapped back, standing up. “I'm aware of that,” he said calmly. “I lost you.” He pointed at Ash. “I lost her.” His finger pointed at Sparx. “I lost her.” He pointed at Marlene. “I lost her. Twice. And that is before we get into any fatalities. Each one of them left a mark here,” he pointed at his chest. “And here,” he said pointing at his head. “And I am the poster boy of not dealing with things well.” “You don't understand!” “Morgan, I understand far better than you imagine. You were angry. You were hurting. You were in no mental condition to take him on. You know what I can do. Bloodbath heals the same. Do you know why I had to wait until you were in the hospital before I came to heal you?” “No.” “Bloodbath jacked him up. The job he did on you, he did Jason worse,” Ash said. Morgan looked at Pulsar. “Why didn't you do it at range?” “Line in the sand.” Pulsar pulled his mask off and dropped it on the table. “If I wasn't in his face he could have gotten to you. We wouldn't be having this conversation.”

VPP by their very nature are not new GM/player friendly items.

The 2 shining lights were Evans and Chiklis.

Yes, it would be something the Centauri might do, but Sheridan didn't tell anyone what/why he was doing. Londo didn't know. That is what frustrated him. Londo doesn't like being uninformed.

George needs to finish writing the series.

That ended for me about when Shelley Long left.

Jason shook his head. He closed the journal, wrapping the strap about it. Then it disappeared. He shifted to face her. Leah moved a little bit closer. “Feeling safe?” “Feeling a lot more relaxed and comfortable. What's with your grandfather's journal?” “When Stacy and Jennie were going through the basement where my canvas was stored they found a niche. Had several chests that were my grandfather's. One was almost entirely journals. I've been going through them. Learning a bit about him.” Leah examined his face. “Learn anything interesting?” “He was involved in war effort. He had a hand in creating the Liberty Alliance. Probably where my dad got his fascination with capes. He also mentions Kayne several times by name.” Leah braced her head on an upraised arm. “I could have gone longer without ever hearing that name again.” She cast a glance at her clock. “I guess we missed breakfast.” “Are you hungry?” “Yes. Aren't you?” Jason gave her a grin. “I've been in bed all night with a half-naked woman. I've had a hand on her most of it. Let's just say it's a different kind of hunger.” He ran a finger down the side of her face. Leah smiled. “Pancakes or waffles?” * * * * * Running her fingers through her hair, Ash yawned. Her belly rumbled with hunger. She heard Dani's voice coming from the dining room. Ash contemplated the ease of cold cereal against the effort of actually making something. “You're late,” Dani said. “Breakfast was supposed to be an hour ago and you were supposed to make it.” “I was tired. Sue me.” Leah and Dani were sitting at the table. Leah was writing in a book. In front of each was a plate. Leah had waffles. Big, thick, lovely waffles. And fruit. Dani had a ham steak, a pile of scrambled eggs, and bacon. “Where did you guys get that?” “Ignoring the fact that we can cook, Jason made it.” “He did? How?” Leah smiled. “Ash, you're not awake. Get coffee. As to how, I kept Jason prisoner in my bed until he agreed to make me breakfast. Why he made enough for everyone else I can't begin to guess.” “In your bed? Are you two...?” “No. I just had a bad night and he stayed with me.” “Are you okay?” Ash asked. “Better,” Leah answered. “That's good,” Trese said entering the dining room. The plate she carried made Ash's belly rumble again. “No more problems after?” “Not according to Jason. I got a massage and we talked for a bit.” “I'd have done that,” Dani said sullenly. “What's that?” Trese asked indicating the book. Leah finished what she had been writing, closed the book, and lay her pen on it. “Journal for Dr. Pearson. I figure the events of last night qualified as something she might want to know. Anything on that bracelet?” Trese nodded. “Weird readings. Drawing some compositional blanks. The band is your standard Sterling silver inset with onyx. On a guess, I'd say it's worth no more than maybe five hundred.” “There's a but in there, Trese,” Ash said. “Yeah. The weight is off if it was just silver and onyx. My lab assistant is running deeper scans. I'm trying not to damage it.” “Damage it,” Leah said. Giving her a concerned look, Trese asked, “Are you sure?” Nodding, Leah replied, “Yes. Jason didn't give it to me, so sentimentality went out the window. If someone else is using it to keep my mind scrambled, damage it. I don't want it back.” “Be right back,” Ash said. “I need to see what you guys left me to eat.”

Except Atlantis started with SG1's sixth season. If SG1 ended at s7, Atlantis would have likely continued.