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Another one of Enoch's big grins appears, "Well ya know, anytime you want to party incognito I'd be totally happy to watch your back. Er, yeah, after we stop these genocidal losers, of course. Because, you know, priorities. But afterward ..." He trails off self-consciously.

"Give her a break, cro-magnon brah. I'm sure she was just minding her business when that scumsucker got all evil professor X on her. And before I started gambling on my own in Vegas, my wallet was chock full of bupkis."

I just have to mention that, as I write this, I am actually in a Las Vegas hotel room.

"Alright, um, thanks. Really I think I'll be fine. My tricks have tricks. But thanks." Enoch stands up, conveniently forgetting the notepad. "So, if we're not making any grandiose, caper movie master plans, shall we go deliver these genocidal douchebags an on-the-house ass kicking with extra sauce?"

I will be out of town until Monday. I should have internet access, but I figured I'd let you guys know in case complications arise.

Enoch smiles at Cassandra but also rolls his eyes. in a sarcastic voice he says,"That's sweet." Then continuing in a normal voice. No, really it is. But like Methuselah said, paramilitary goons I can deal with; engineered plagues, not so much."

Yeah, I can do the whole invisibility thing. But I don't actually make people all see-through. So cameras might be a problem if your hacker in residence can't do something tricksy with em remotely." Enoch looks at the pad doubtfully, "And I can jot down my name and the room I'm staying in. But...

"Name's Enoch. But what you're really asking, wild guess, is what I can do. I perceive and can manipulate object on the mental plane. So essentially I can screw with peoples mind's and perception. And if you need a distraction ... oh dude, you don't know." He grins, chuckling to himself and...

Enoch scoffed, "Um, doubt it. But now isn't exactly the time for testosterone-fueled chest beating." "I don't suppose we could get a hold of the off-duty shift of the guards for the creepy underground death-lab? If we could, I could get them to open the place up for us after they've like had...

Enoch looks between Felix and Uomo in outrage, "So I'm not wrong, just a tactless rude baby for having the audacity to call the old man out on a bunch of mur..." He looks over to Cassandra. "OK, whatever. What's this about a huger than life threat to mutants? I don't care what kind of bottom...

Oops! I meant to reply to this and got distracted. He turned 15 about a month back and is 5'7".

9 on the well-informed check isn't generally enough to get anything. So Felix is a total mystery to Enoch. NOTE: Expertise is a trained only skill.

Ooh! I'm assuming that the 30 on Uomo's check reveals all his juicy background details, since that's 4 successes despite his cipher advantage. I'll edit if I'm overstepping. Enoch's eyes widen and then suddenly narrow as he takes a close look at Uomo. "Am I? Among friends I mean. Jacob seems...

Could I make Well-Informed checks all around to enlighten my reply?

Sounds fine to me.

Enoch tries unsuccessfully to suppress a huge grin upon receiving the phone number, then replies, trying, again unsuccessfully, to sound casual. "Yeah, um, that would be cool. We should totally meet up sometime. We could, you know, go shopping, or um maybe see a movie." He glances down...

"What happened here is that the self-proclaimed king of mind games, drooling on the floor over there, got schooled. The SWAT team wasn't real. Gotta admit that drool boy dismissing 'em was a neat trick. But that was just my opening volley. Enoch turns to Laura. "Oh, I trust you, and not just...

Enoch seems slightly disappointed. "Alrighty. I'm guessing you want to wait until your friend show before I take the warden over to the Sun News. I've got a feeling he's about to get chock full of contrition, and decide to make a detailed confession." He turns to the other recently emancipated...

"Well I would be like totally honored to take you ladies shopping. But someone needs to keep an eye on our 'bags. I can pick up something stopgap at the casino clothing store. They won't be the most dazzling threads, but better than slave girl chic." Unless someone objects Enoch will head for...

"I'm Enoch. I was hanging, looking to get my own show, like Criss Angel or that old guy, whatshisname. Oh yeah, David Copperfield. I could totally put that brah to shame. But then I came across this scene, and was like 'No way, this sick BS has gotta end yesterday'" Enoch's face breaks into an...