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"No, thanks. The team has been experimented on quite enough I think. What have your treatments consisted of then? You know, ethically we'd have to provide consent. That might not mean much to the company as a whole, but I expect more from a doctor. We've taken oaths," he keeps flipping through...

Judging by our current tally I doubt we'd need a goddess to have our floor wiped most thoroughly...

"Why is that weird? he asked absentmindedly while quickly scanning through the book. "So, what do you do now? Are you still cracking skulls or are you just waiting for someone to start pulling the rabbits out of the rabbit hole," he joked. Unbidden, his hand searches his scalp for any tell-tale...

"Of course it makes sense, as much sense as anything makes sense. Which, granted, isn't saying much." He pauses, and then wheels around. "So what's your last name? Why do you want to help us? What's the connection?"

*shrug* I figured that I would let everyone else do something and then reread the IC thread a bit to figure out what we were doing for this one. :) Oh, and I'm here. Obviously.

Heh. My connection's good enough that I don't start noticing unless the file is a gig or more. Sorry, that spreadsheet's the only one I know about.

You could make your normal gadgeteer, then give him the Improvised Tools feat as a power in your shadowforces container so it goes away when the power is nullified.

It's an Open Office spreadsheet.

Something I found useful was this Open Office Spreadsheet for M&M2E. It's certainly not the end-all, be-all of character generation aids, but I was able to knock out a half dozen versions of my character pretty quickly to see how the various versions weighed against each other.

"No, I'm not Isaac," he says without pausing. "Where is that book you were reading earlier? Do we have another copy of that? We're going to need that book I think, if we're going to find Isaac and figure out what's she's done to the team."

"Look, I'm not bitching about whatever you guys want to call yourselves: Rainbow, Moonbeam, Wally One-Eye, whatever. But I'm not going to get in the way of my rehabilitation by establishing false preconceptions about my identity based upon the ill-established 'needs' of complete strangers. Now...

"You can't even decide which boobs to wear each day, and if that's fine by you then fine. Excuse me though, if I'm not going to make up an identity just because it inconveniences you. No one asked you to talk to me anyways, so why don't you just go grow a moustache and leave me alone about...

"The real one, of course." "Who am I? It's one of the most basic questions, because it doesn't just answer the question: it places you. It's not just one thing, it's the beginning of all things - like where did I come from and where have I been? And, apologies to those of you who've felt...

"I was thinking you could call me Sue, that way I won't get too attached to it," he says mildly, raising his eyebrows. "Besides, how do we know it's me? Maybe it's the ghost in the cereal box or something? Do I look like a Junkyard? I was thinking that I looked more like a Tom or a Bill, but I...

He glumly accepts the handshake and returns it. "I don't have a name, but apparently, barring special deliveries from flying monkeys, if I stare at the breakfast food long enough it will send secret coded messages at me in Greek, one letter at a time," he jokes. He looks over at the evil box...

"Apparently I am a complete freaking idiot," he says mildly in reply.

The stout amnesiac snatches the box and stares at it. Sonofab... He stood up and slams his hands on the table in annoyance. "That's it, the sugar pops are haunted," he closes his eyes and shut his eyes as if to dismiss the bizarre world around him. He jabs a finger accusingly at the other two...

Or maybe you could go with using the shadows as manipulators. You could buy some extra limbs and elongation, along with wall crawling in a single container and you'd have a creepy shadow spider guy being carried around by his shadows and opening pop bottles for him from across the room.

He looks steadily at the shapeshifter. "Some of us need it more than others."

"Maybe we could do it this afternoon? We should get some more cereal while we're there. Something a little less spooky sounding than 'Omega' flakes." He pauses. "The cereal is freaking me out. Clearly we need to get out the house."