BoloOfEarth

The Professor (Gilligan's Island) gives him/her a Sonic Screwdriver made entirely out of coconuts.

Diane Turnshek‏ @DianeTurnshek Follow Follow @DianeTurnshek More Two scientists walk into a bar.
"I'll have H2O," says the 1st.
"I'll have H2O, too," says the 2nd.
Bartender gives them water because he is able to distinguish the boundary tones that dictate the grammatical function of homonyms in coda position, as well as pragmatic context.
7:30 AM - 8 Dec 2017

In fairness:
1)  He said he talked to people who had been on Fort Roz, including a disgraced Kryptonian priestess.
2)  Did he really give any specifics, apart from "Worldkiller" and the word "reign" (though you'll note he doesn't say it as a name)?  Overall, what he said sounds a lot like the vague "prophecies" of a con man or the semi-deranged:  full of spooky generalities that let the listener do the work of filling in details to fit his narrative.  Heck, it's almost like he's a cult leader. 
 
Here's what he said, with Kara's responses and questions removed.
 
Heck, if a disgraced priestess knew of and told him just the word "Worldkiller," and he watched the news and saw the symbol (in the same shield shape as Superman's and Supergirl's "S"), the rest could have easily come from his fevered mind.  Heck, he could be pretty sure that somebody named "Worldkiller" wasn't going to be handing out free candy and puppies.

Ice Age -- The Reincarnation

Deep fired?   I'm not sure I'd like my goose extra crispy.
 
Penguins.  Exponentially much cuter.
 
Cuteness Contest:
 
Bunnies vs. Puppies

Hermit, that's a pretty insightful observation. Don't know whether it actually applies or not, but it would fit Trump's pattern of distraction from domestic controversies. Of course doing that by stirring up a hornet's nest of international controversy isn't smart policy; but Trump has always let his neighbors' houses burn if that helps keep his own safe.

I'm kinda surprised Tornado didn't pull rank / seniority and make Eel be the "impotent one." 
 
I'm also surprised that Eel didn't ask Mabel for an unaltered video... even if just joking.
 
And Ariana is not only a thespian... I hear that she masticates every day, even in public!
 
Seriously though, Eel, you DON'T want to get into an acting discussion with your girlfriend.  The restaurant scene from When Harry Met Sally comes to mind.
 
 

(When it comes to marketing- Don't mess with Earth!)
 
 
"Hi," I stared into the camera, but tried not to stare too much, "I'm Eel of the New Samaritans, you may know me better as Fish Guy, In my short time in Costa Sagrado, I've done everything from finding cats to fighting terrorists to helping to subdue a giant chicken. I do my best to use my gifts to help others, and I know a lot of folks in this city do the same in their own way. But one thing I can't protect you from? Scammers. In this case, alien scammers. They're called the Fumians, and they've infiltrated Earth to rob our resources, trick people into being enslaved or enslaving your loved ones. And, their products don't even work. In fact, they can ruin your life."
 
"Take Sancho here, not his real name, and when you hear his story, you may realize why," I gestured to the side and Tornado came out onto the set. Of course, with the photomanipulation we were using, CGI rewrites that Hollywood would envy, it wouldn't look like Tornado. A very nondescript middle-aged gent of Latino heritage, almost generic in fact, and a bit slumping, "This poor man is a victim of Fumian scamming."
 
He came out, looking miserable and said, "I didn't know the man was a Fumian. I just knew that he had these amazing devices and sciences, or so it seemed to me. When he offered me a little, ah, help with performance, I jumped at the chance. The Free sample worked better than anything on the legal market. But, after a mere twenty four hours, I began to realize it was working less and less until I didn't , I couldn't," He hung his head, "And, I noticed something else. My …manhood, was getting, smaller."
 
"Sterility," I said patting 'Sancho' on the shoulder, "Impotency, and finally, diminishment. Buyer Beware indeed. If someone offers you something too good to be true, it probably is. Many good beings exist in this galaxy, and there are, I'm sure, even good Fumians, but these cosmic con artists are the ones that are here now. For more information, go to our website wwwdotfumianscammersdotNSdotnet. Knowing might just save what's most precious to you," I said.
 
"I know it would have for me," Sancho gave a miserable look to the camera.
 
"And we're done," Fox said as we stopped filming, a smile on her face, "Thank you, Eel, thank you, 'Sancho'. It only took like six takes. Now we set up the next one."
"Mabel, you're going to make sure no one knows it's me, RIIIGHT?" Tornado asked, and not for the first time.
 
The response from the audio speakers was a sultry set of chuckles, "give, give me a moment, it was all I could do not to laugh during the shooting."
 
I couldn't help but grin myself but sobered long enough to ask, "So these things we're using, they all really happened with others who dealt with the Fumians? Call me a sap, but I want at least a little truth in our advertising if we can arrange it."
 
It is all true, Slime assured me. The guy had been invaluable in giving us tales of Fumian customers being ruined for life by the results of their deals. Though I am unsure why you wished to use this anecdote. Is reproduction and performance so tied to the human male ego?
 
"Absolutely," Arctic Fox said.
"Pretty much," I admitted.
"Fair cop," Tornado agreed.
Odd, Slime wrote upon himself, clearly still mystified, Well, if it will discourage them, so be it.
 
Hours had passed since Doctor Vernon had hit the hay, and yes, Mabel made sure she did. We'd been busy as hell between patrolling, investigating, patching up incidents caused by Fumian tech, and hoping to find a glimpse of Apocalyptic.  And, of course, we were looking for the other independent superheroes.
 
Which is where I was heading next while we changed who was doing what commercials. Ariana and I had an idea on how to flush out Bloodwatch. We would pretend to be a criminal and his victim. The problem is we had a big disagreement on what the crime should be.
 
"Purse snatching is weak sauce, Caleb," She protested slipping on the wig of red hair to go with the business casual clothing she had ready. The prosthetic changed her nose shape just a bit, and the contacts turned her delicious chocolate eyes into a deep green, "If you really want to get his attention, then it needs to look more serious, a lot more serious."
 
My own outfit was fashioned from materials from an army navy store and I hoped looked sufficiently like what a mugger was wearing this year. I had died my hair, and had my face half obscured by a fake but realistic mustache.
 
"I do not want to even pretend to be a rapist," I stated flatly, "I can't even act out doing that. Call me weird, but no, not with any woman, but certainly not with you."
"Caleb," Ariana said, "I assure you, my kinks do not run," She made a face, "in that vein, but we've fought before. Heck, I kicked you through a wall in the training room last week, remember? And you threw me through another one."
 
"Yeah, and I felt bad about that," I reminded, "But this? This is different. Purse snatching? Yes. Heck, I'll even pretend to hit you, but I will not sexually assault you or even act it out. I've got ancestors, southern gentlemen of past ages, that would rise out of the grave and get me. Nuh uh." I crossed my arms and gave her that 'so there' look.
"You're adorable," She said after a bit, "Fine, if we don't end up drawing Bloodwatch's attention we'll know it's because we didn't compare to whatever else he found. I hope your acting is good."
 
I pretend to find your talk about your favorite actress and who she's dating fascinating. I deserve an Oscar for that. I thought wryly.  I thought it, but I didn't say it. Whether I was a good actor or not, I was not stupid by any stretch.
 
She eyeballed me as if somehow, she'd gained telepathy, "Huh" She said.
 
"I didn't say anything," I protested. Somehow this had just gotten spooky.
 
"No, you didn't say anything," She agreed, "Let's just hope those public service announcements have honed you as a thespian."
 
"You're a Thespian," I countered with a petulant tone.
 
"What?" She blinked.
 
"It sounded funnier in my head," I confessed sheepishly.
 
"It would have to," She clattered away on her sensible yet fashionable shoes towards the vehicle with which we would head to our patrol and performance, "Come on, hopefully this will work and get you shot in the head."
 
"Yaaaaaay?" I said and followed along.

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Yeah, if you make an accusation like that there'll be hell toupee.

The fact that she actually agreed to direct a church pageant is a big tip-off that she's out of her mind.  Those things would test the patience of a saint.

Captain Hyper !
 
By the power of the Internet HERE COMES Captain HYPER ! Born from the power of electric shock and flame posting on the Internet, Captain Hyper ! channels negative and positive hype energy to fight the good fight. The energy can only be channelled into other forms of energy or to boost his strength, endurance and resistance to harm. The bigger the hype both negative or positive, the more powerful Captain Hyper ! becomes

By STTMP, do you mean Star Trek: The Motionless Picture?

Louis Lewis is a short, somewhat rotund man who thinks he is the reincarnation of Napoleon Bonaparte.  Oddball gave Louis the power to literally explode on command (with his pieces coming back together and reforming him unharmed just seconds later).  Since he dresses as the former French emperor, the media have taken to calling him Napoleon Blownapart (an attempt to call him Napoleon Dynamite was stopped by legal action from Paramount Pictures).

Louis Lewis is a short, somewhat rotund man who thinks he is the reincarnation of Napoleon Bonaparte.  Oddball gave Louis the power to literally explode on command (with his pieces coming back together and reforming him unharmed just seconds later).  Since he dresses as the former French emperor, the media have taken to calling him Napoleon Blownapart (an attempt to call him Napoleon Dynamite was stopped by legal action from Paramount Pictures).

"The Dukes of Hazard was a documentary!"

Yes, but what about Star Trek: TMP?

To quote this article:


 
Has anyone pointed out to the administration that, by this same logic, Robert Mueller wouldn't need a warrant to acquire, say, the cell phone info throughout the election for anybody connected to the campaign?

To quote this article:


 
Has anyone pointed out to the administration that, by this same logic, Robert Mueller wouldn't need a warrant to acquire, say, the cell phone info throughout the election for anybody connected to the campaign?

Nice quick handling of the action sequence, and loved the interplay between Eel and Pinprick to get Eel madder. 
 
I'm probably being picky, but I'd trim down the talking between the two before they jumped.  I know that soliloquies are Zero-Phase actions, but it seemed like they took a bit of time chatting when they're supposed to be hauling butt before Lady O loses her force grip.
 
Overall, though, I loved it.  I'm glad you explained the (family) cost paid by the teens, and that the heroes rescued the innocents in the nick of time.  Well done.

(Bet you guys thought that once I hit the 50,000 I had forgotten about this)
 
"What smells like Puke?" Pinprick sniffed the air as he rode in on the back of the hovercycle.
 
"Puke," I answered, and slid the packet into the storage of the vehicle, "This is the chemical weapon, or whatever I took off Mister Brute."
 
'We'll study it later," Lady Obsidian said sending the vehicle off with Pinprick landing on her shoulder as the field that protected her rose up to envelop him, "Lead the way back."
"Right," I nodded. Lady Obsidian had her own options for seeing in the dark so no trouble there. She had speed to keep up, but sharp turns in narrow hallways and going under would be more of a challenge for her. Now was not the time to tell her what she already knew.
 
Racing through the water ways turned out to be more of a challenge for myself as well. The water was still clean and pristine, but I didn't see the mines until I was within five feet of them. In my defense, they didn’t' look like the undersea mines you see in movies. They appeared to be small spindles no bigger than my thumb. Then I got too close to the first one and it exploded in a burst of sound waves that sounded like three different octaves of pain. Sound travels faster in water, that's not a new discovery. Which means if you have the super-tech, and you want to build defenses in a liquid medium, sonic attacks are a good way to go.
 
The force of the first one going off to the side of me made my teeth rattle and sent me in a zag towards another and then it thundered as well. Then another, and another. No way the Fumians didn't know that I, or at least someone, wasn't back in the water. The bashing against the walls didn't hurt that much, but the upper registers of the three-octave attack threatened to make my ears bleed. Suddenly a wave of force went ahead of me, like a trawler's net, encircling and then collecting the next batch of them. The sphere grew solid and there was another crescendo, but the force projections didn't so much as crack.
 
Angry as she was with me, Lady Obsidian had my back. The dark waves of solidified energy made short work of what I'm sure was supposed to render me exhausted by the time I got through them. From the ceiling, blasters the size of machine gun nests popped out to hammer down on her, but her field took it in stride. Nor was Pinprick just along for the ride as he fired at the guns with his minute magic arrows.  Farm boys born on Desert planets have nothing on Pinprick for aim, and he proved this firing arrow after arrow down the barrels of the weapons despite the distance. Of course, Lady Obsidian had to cast illumination, but it wasn't like the Fumians didn't know we were around to begin with.
That's when the squid bots came to join the party. I didn't realize what they were really, but it was the best term I could come up for them on the fly.  The damn things appeared to be made of similar metal to Queen Kat's suit, and I didn't like the look of the needles on the underside of their tentacles.
 
One of them sent three tendrils trying to shoot out to hook into me. I decided I didn't much want to let them and tried a really fancy maneuver to avoid it.
I call it retreat.
 
Shooting backwards with a good deal of swim speed, I caused all three to clamp down on nothing before I surged forward, grabbed all three of them from the safe sides and before it could bring the others to bear, I began to beat the bulk of the one I had against the next closest one like a heavy flail going to town on a piñata. The alien metal was tough enough to hurt itself, if that makes any sense, at least with me using my own full strength. Tentacles from another sheared clean off as Lady Obsidian made her force burst so it could cut between molecules.
 
She's really a very scary woman.
 
Of course, with more and more of these things coming out, it was only a matter of time before one managed to get a grip on me long enough to have its razor-sharp needles press down into my flesh. Well, they tried. While Queen Kat's claws had the extra oomph of enhanced strength to drive the metal through, the tentacles , to my surprise, weren't as strong, and the pressure wasn't as bad.
 
The wounds weren't that deep. Not that bad at all. I'd heal up in no time.
 
Then the rotten little sons of you-know-whats injected me with something.
 
I cannot tell you what an alarming feeling it is to discover some alien thing has decided to share exciting off planet drugs with your blood stream, especially when you did not see it coming.
 
Rather than whine about it, I grabbed the thing and shook it hard until I started hearing sounds not unlike broken glass in a lunch box.
But I couldn't afford to delay any further.
 
Folks were about to be transported out to who knew where for lives of slavery. Leaping out of the water with the last battered squidbot in my hand, I moved up to a run, only to find Lady Obsidian and Pinprick ahead of me. Pinprick was cursing as he was caught in some sort of weird crystal that looked ready to choke him. I ran by and tapped it hard, cracking him free.
 
"You okay?" I asked, ignoring the odd chills that had come out of nowhere.
"Better than they're going to be when I get my hands on them," He shoot a gossamer arrow towards an archway, and then swung on it like the low end of a pendulum crossing a surprising amount of space. I made a leap of my own and almost overshot altitude to hit the archway head on. Fortunately, I fell just short enough not to smash a support.
The scene before us was impressive.
 
The once sealed chamber had an opening in the roof letting the light of the sky cascade down. I'd guess it was about twenty feet wide in diameter. The vehicle was nearly forty feet off the ground and trying to escape despite the tether of force lines Lady Obsidian had about it. The transport was obviously slimmer than that, but long. It looked a lot like the old space shuttles from the eighties in design albeit a bit sleeker, and with fancy panels of crystalline material.
What was it with aliens and crystal designs anyway? Did they just think it looked pretty?
 
"I can't hold it!" Lady Obsidian said, surprising me, "The shields on this transport are diffusing and weakening my force lines! It's only matter of time. Eel, Pinprick, move fast. We need an opening, Eel- making the opening is your task. Pinprick, getting the people out of there through whatever hole can made despite the size is yours. Me? I'm trying to see if the frequency for the holo-tech I have might help me find away to adapt my own force to those shields."
 
"You can shrink me and have me keep the same level of strength?" I questioned and wiped my brow.
"I get where you're going, and I like it," Pinprick nodded, "Yeah, Rookie, it's my choice if it diminishes people's strength. Hang on."
And not for the first time, he shot me. As before, I dwindled, the world seeming to grow immense in an already spacious chamber. I staggered.
"Hey, you okay?" He grabbed me, "Jesus, you're burning up here."
 
Weird he said so. I felt like I was freezing. Then again, I hadn't felt really cold in a long time, "Folks will be working on the salt mines of Rigel 4. I'll burn up later," I told him, "If I don't make the jump with us, it's up to you to get us the rest of the way. Ready?"
"Before you were born, Fish Guy. Let's do this," He said, "Oh, and don't knock Rigel Four, the women there are the right height, and incredibly friendly."
"You're kidding," I muttered.
 
"We get done with this, rescue all the folks, and get you in the medbay, maybe I'll tell you about the exciting adventures of Pinprick and the royal sisters of Rigel Four. It's the kind of tale that'll put hair on your chest just hearing about it," He grinned, "Let's do this."
 
I grabbed him around the waist and jumped up towards the transport. Whatever that damn drug had done, I wasn't sure shrinking had helped it. I was still super-strong, but I'd done much better jumps. You'd think with less weight to cart around than my usual stature, so I'd jump further, but the truth is? I fell short.
Fortunately, we had an archer on the team. Pinprick likes to point out that a third of all superhero teams have an archer out there, and that the other two thirds suck. When the gossamer thread snagged the vehicle, and started to reel us in, I began to suspect he was right. How did anyone get around without an all-purpose bowtwanger to adapt to the varied challenges of the trade?
 
We slammed up against the side of the transport, and I began feeling around for an opening.
"We have to move quickly," Pinprick said over the roar of the thrusters, "Once you crack this thing, anyone inside is toast if it breaks atmo."
"Tell me something," I tried not to slip off as I made my way to what looked like a possible airlock seam, "I don't know." I stuck my tiny fingers into the seam and pulled, straining, "I'm not sure I can do this."
 
"Come on, get mad, that'll help," He advised.
"I'm already mad, I blew this big time, and now these people are in danger," I grunted, "Because I made the wrong call and ignored directions. How am I going to get any madder?" It was opening.
"Nascar is just going in circles," He said, "It's not a sport."
"Some folks foolishly believe that," I said straining.
"The Panthers suck," He said.
"At least they're not the Browns," I countered.
"Those moon pies your mother sent you along with the six pack of Dew?" He reminded.
"You took the last one? You told me you didn't do that. You promised that you, seriously?"
"I lied. Delicious. You rednecks make good sugar combos mmm mmmm.  It was even better knowing it was the last of each," He mimed happy nom nom noises.
I ripped the door open enough for him to slip through, "After this, assuming we all live, I get the Rigel story and you are buying me a new pack of moon pies and Dew, you got me??"
 
"Yeah Yeah Yeah," He said and darted through the passage, "gonna need it wider than that even after I shrink them."
"I got it," I said, and positioned so I could brace my feet against one side, and pushed with my hands against the other, "I don't suppose you can undo the-"
And then I expanded to regular size and the door really was wide open. Pinprick rushed in, turned a corner, and I found myself stuck in place. The doors kept trying to close again on me, probably some automatic safety function, so I couldn't leave them behind to go help Pinprick.
"How is it holding, Lady Obsidian?" I said, and I realized as I spoke I was slurring my words abit.
"Not well," She called back, "The frequency of the shields appears to have no connection to the ones for the holo-emitter. But if I try brute force, I'm liable to break something instead of just holding it down. The anti-gravs on that thing might start into a counter vibration that would cause the ship to explode."
 
"I was expecting more techno-Babble," I confessed.
"Did you want would impress or what you would understand?" She said a bit irritably, "Got any of the kidnap victims yet?"
That's when Slime shot past me, he looked thread bare, not as bright in his usual shade of blue, but  stuck onto him like popcorn on gum were seven shrunk people, all of which appeared to be mercifully unconscious still.
 
"Slime and Pinprick did," I said, "Once he gets out should I uhm fall?" It was getting hard to think for some reason.
"No, Eel, I expect you to head into orbit," She said and then a beat later, "yes, yes let go of the damn thing as soon as he gets out."
"Make way!" Pinprick swung past me carrying a very small Fumian in an undignified fashion, not that he much cared I'm sure.  The shrunk alien was out cold and judging by the burn mark on Pinprick's leg they had exchanged fire; Pinprick won obviously. Both passed by me and were gone.
"Get out of there now, Eel," the command came on the communicator.
 
I nodded, before I realized no one could see the gesture and backwards I fell.
 
I can take powerful impacts without a blink, so the drop from this height wouldn't really do more than sting. I didn't feel sprightly enough for anything fancy. So, skip the three-point landing. I dropped down for a simpler descent.
 
But I didn't really plan on the face plant that was the result.
 
I didn't see Lady Obsidian's tethers finally come free completely. I didn't see the vehicle launch off to who knows where. I did look over to see Lady Obsidian's fields rather dim, she wasn't kidding about her power reserve.
 
"Not my best landing," I confessed and got wobbly to my feet. My teeth were chattering.
"You've had better days period, young man, and we are going to talk about that in private meeting later regarding following plans and remembering priorities, a very long talk and-" She paused, "Eel? What's wrong?"
 
"Nothing's wrong that can't wait," I assured her. Then I took two steps and wondered why all the color was bleeding out of the world, because it went completely black.
And I don't remember anything after that for quite some time.

I'd expect Desolidification to allow the person to get out of bonds, unless said bonds have Affects Desolidified.
 
Similarly, Teleportation could allow escape from bonds unless said bonds have Cannot be Escaped with Teleportation.

I'd expect Desolidification to allow the person to get out of bonds, unless said bonds have Affects Desolidified.
 
Similarly, Teleportation could allow escape from bonds unless said bonds have Cannot be Escaped with Teleportation.