Friday, August 15, 2008
Tracer Foundation
The Tracer Foundation for Charitable Donations has taken over this blog, in order to leave it to serve as a memorial to the woman we all knew and loved. Please visit our website to find out more information about our work, and her legacy.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
Temporary Addition
There's a new guest here at Chez Tracer.
Isn't he a cutie? His name is Boo, and I'm watching him for someone I know. Hopefully he gets along ok with Xolo and Xolelwa.
Isn't he a cutie? His name is Boo, and I'm watching him for someone I know. Hopefully he gets along ok with Xolo and Xolelwa.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Bobbie, redux
After seeing that Houston was having tryouts for a new tornado, I thought it would be a good time to investigate more into Mr. Phelps. I called the Mayor's office, and offered to come down and sit in on the trials, so he could be more sure he had an actual nova, and to get him to let me in on the investigations results. He readily agreed and I flew down there the next day with Hustle and Max.
Other than the crowds, it was uneventful at first. A lot of posers, and several novas who just weren't up to the job. Then, someone who seemed just about perfect showed up. And started yelling at the mayor about how he was involved with the Church of Michael Archangel...and turned into Geryon. I managed to disrupt him, and Hustle got the mayor out of the way, when we heard more screams outside the room. Several other members of Nova Vigilance were there, including Leviathan, Clarion, and my good friend Shrapnel.
Between Hustle, who was fending off some of their attacks and trying to protect the crowd, Living Wreck, and myself, we managed to drive them off, and they retreated into their portals...and Max foolishly went after them. I thought about it for a moment, but I wasn't going to be able to take them myself, and there were people here who needed help as well. Good Luck Max...
After recovery and rescue efforts from the partial collapse of the building, Hustle and I talked to the Mayor. He gave Hustle the Tornado's old uniform, and made him the Tornado. He also talked about his involvement in the Church of Michael Archangel. He had been a member, but left when they became too extreme. He was certain they were involved in the Tornado's death, but didn't have enough proof. He also said that Phelps was a big contributor and suggested I look into the Church's headquarters in New York to get more information.
After what seemed like forever, and when I had just about given up any hope, Max reported back to the office that he was ok. It seems that Shrapnel had blown herself up, and the distraction, along with some nearby Utopia agents, helped him escape.
I guess now it's off to New York, although I'm not sure what the heck I'm gonna do there.
Other than the crowds, it was uneventful at first. A lot of posers, and several novas who just weren't up to the job. Then, someone who seemed just about perfect showed up. And started yelling at the mayor about how he was involved with the Church of Michael Archangel...and turned into Geryon. I managed to disrupt him, and Hustle got the mayor out of the way, when we heard more screams outside the room. Several other members of Nova Vigilance were there, including Leviathan, Clarion, and my good friend Shrapnel.
Between Hustle, who was fending off some of their attacks and trying to protect the crowd, Living Wreck, and myself, we managed to drive them off, and they retreated into their portals...and Max foolishly went after them. I thought about it for a moment, but I wasn't going to be able to take them myself, and there were people here who needed help as well. Good Luck Max...
After recovery and rescue efforts from the partial collapse of the building, Hustle and I talked to the Mayor. He gave Hustle the Tornado's old uniform, and made him the Tornado. He also talked about his involvement in the Church of Michael Archangel. He had been a member, but left when they became too extreme. He was certain they were involved in the Tornado's death, but didn't have enough proof. He also said that Phelps was a big contributor and suggested I look into the Church's headquarters in New York to get more information.
After what seemed like forever, and when I had just about given up any hope, Max reported back to the office that he was ok. It seems that Shrapnel had blown herself up, and the distraction, along with some nearby Utopia agents, helped him escape.
I guess now it's off to New York, although I'm not sure what the heck I'm gonna do there.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Valentine's present
Well, I got a present for Valentine's Day. I tried to send it back to him twice, but he even bribed the doorman to put it in my apartment. I don't know how I feel about accepting such a valuable gift, but at this point I need to do something with it.
It is beautiful. Sigh.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
At least I don't have fans like these...yet?
In one of my first days as Director, Slider stopped by and invited those of us in the office to lunch with her and Corbin. I should have known there were too many novas in one place for it to just be an ordinary lunch.
It ended up being me, Metal, Mothman, Fireguard, and, of course, Slider and Corbin. Slider got called away early on by T2M business. After about ten minutes or so, Mothman heads to the restroom, and comes out covered in blood, talking on his phone. While trying to keep the restaurant calm, I soon found out that someone was trying to blackmail Mothman into doing a concert for him, and issueing some kind of apology, and had shot a waitress to prove he was "serious."
After he shot two more people (Fireguard was able to save one of them), we started to put the concert together. During that time, we tried to find the guy, but he was no where nearby. And, there were no bullets. I started to think he must be a nova...somewhere else. But we had no idea where to start looking.
After the concert, Jimmy called and had another demand (and let us know his name). He wanted 50 million dollars, in two hours. Tess and Mothman tried to distract him by playing new songs, while the rest of us left to look for him, but it didn't work for long enough, and Jimmy started shooting again. He did briefly appear as some sort of apparition, and it gave me an idea.
I gave Mothman and Tess my corporate card, and sent them to the bank to try and get the money together. Between the two of them, they would make such a production it should keep Jimmy distracted. With them gone (Fireguard accompanied them), Corbin and I went in search of Jimmy.
Between consulting with Mothman's manager, and cross referencing some databases, we found out our likely suspect was a student at GWU. When we got to his dorm, however, he had moved out. We ended up chasing him across the city, from one place to the next, until we finally came upon him in a ratty apartment in SE. When we entered, we saw a boy, covered in blood, in front of his computer, with a gun and a cell phone next to him. The last number he had dialed was Mothman's, and on the computer screen was a letter saying that Mothman wouldn't be able to play at Jimmy's party.
I called Mothman, and he said they were in a fight in the bank with the "psychic" Jimmy. Unfortunately, I wasn't sure that disrupting Jimmy's powers wouldn't kill him with the wound he had. I called an ambulance, and some paraphysicians, and hoped. Corbin assisted with some basic first aid, the best medical knowledge either of us had.
Luckily, Jimmy survived being disrupted, and the ambulance took him away to the Utopia compound.
Being in charge isn't all it's cracked up to be. For a while, I had no idea what to do, and felt like everyone was looking at me to fix it.
It ended up being me, Metal, Mothman, Fireguard, and, of course, Slider and Corbin. Slider got called away early on by T2M business. After about ten minutes or so, Mothman heads to the restroom, and comes out covered in blood, talking on his phone. While trying to keep the restaurant calm, I soon found out that someone was trying to blackmail Mothman into doing a concert for him, and issueing some kind of apology, and had shot a waitress to prove he was "serious."
After he shot two more people (Fireguard was able to save one of them), we started to put the concert together. During that time, we tried to find the guy, but he was no where nearby. And, there were no bullets. I started to think he must be a nova...somewhere else. But we had no idea where to start looking.
After the concert, Jimmy called and had another demand (and let us know his name). He wanted 50 million dollars, in two hours. Tess and Mothman tried to distract him by playing new songs, while the rest of us left to look for him, but it didn't work for long enough, and Jimmy started shooting again. He did briefly appear as some sort of apparition, and it gave me an idea.
I gave Mothman and Tess my corporate card, and sent them to the bank to try and get the money together. Between the two of them, they would make such a production it should keep Jimmy distracted. With them gone (Fireguard accompanied them), Corbin and I went in search of Jimmy.
Between consulting with Mothman's manager, and cross referencing some databases, we found out our likely suspect was a student at GWU. When we got to his dorm, however, he had moved out. We ended up chasing him across the city, from one place to the next, until we finally came upon him in a ratty apartment in SE. When we entered, we saw a boy, covered in blood, in front of his computer, with a gun and a cell phone next to him. The last number he had dialed was Mothman's, and on the computer screen was a letter saying that Mothman wouldn't be able to play at Jimmy's party.
I called Mothman, and he said they were in a fight in the bank with the "psychic" Jimmy. Unfortunately, I wasn't sure that disrupting Jimmy's powers wouldn't kill him with the wound he had. I called an ambulance, and some paraphysicians, and hoped. Corbin assisted with some basic first aid, the best medical knowledge either of us had.
Luckily, Jimmy survived being disrupted, and the ambulance took him away to the Utopia compound.
Being in charge isn't all it's cracked up to be. For a while, I had no idea what to do, and felt like everyone was looking at me to fix it.
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