>> I *like* that... when you've got a prima facie hostile case on up in your face, kick him *through* the balls and into his tailbone... he'll think twice when he literally can't sit down for a month or two... <<
Exactly. A broken pelvis produces a kind of all-consuming agony, more so if the Armored fist went through your manly whatnots on the way in. Hollaback loves Fortressa.
>> And this way they'll tell their dude-bro buds! <<
That's a very effective way of discouraging sexual harassment. Word is spreading not to pick on lady supervillains, but well, not all of them are visible as such.
>> When I was studying such things closely, we learnt that 7 yards was the standard most cases that got to court worked from. <<
Oh, that's useful.
>> Basically: Male would-be perp, female would-be victim, assuming normal sizing gives you ability: He's bigger. <<
Cold Shoulder is tall and slim, if I remember right. (Her character sheet is stuck in my currently-jammed character notes file.) Certainly he outweighs her.
Then you have to consider superpowers vs. ordinary person. Unless the nary has some kind of equalizer (e.g. a gun) he's effectively defenseless against most superpowers. Even other soups are defenseless against many, such as Telepathy or Teleportation. But not all crimes require contact: sexual harassment can be either a touch attack (groping), a sonic attack (catcalling), or a gaze attack (weenie wagging). So they are capable of harming each other, one person has a physical fight advantage and social advantage, the other has superpowers.
Lawyers would fight to get this fun case, if it went to court, which is unlikely since Cold Shoulder is in Iceland.
>> Opportunity - he's within 7 yards. Jeopardy: At this point he basically has to do something _slightly more_ than look at you funny for him to be considered a lethal threat and thus eligible to receive whatever force is deemed necessary to end the threat. Draw and fire, freeze ray, heat vision, broken pelvis, broken head, personal concrete introduction... <<
:D
>> Though my favourite one is the apocryphal story where a SCAdian gets accosted in the parking lot of a con hotel by some dude-bro who thinks his switchblade will get him what he wants... and she coolly reaches behind her head and produces The Claymore. "I'll see yer six, and raise ye thirty." He hadda go home and change his pants _right then_... "Too bad he left such a nice knife..." <<
Technically, polygenetic rather than apocryphal. That one was Scarborough Faire. I think the scene with the Tuchuks and their red-silk girl was at Pennsic, but I'm less sure of that one. Back in college, I wrote a paper on several such incidents for my Women's Studies class. I knew people who'd been at the events for them. The problem is that, as these stories get passed around, they tend to blur together.
*ponder* I was also at Chambanacon and saw the incident where some dumb mundane harassed a young girl in a Unicorn Bait t-shirt ... and got washed into a corner of the dealer's room, pinned there by crowd surf, until someone came to boot him out the front door with instructions not to return.
>> And, yeah. Total agreement that Cold Shoulder is gonna need help with the survivor guilt. Good to know that she _is_ helping; that in itself will likely soothe her ruffled feathers some... and pinned for prompting. <<
Yay!
>> Thinks-With-Willy had it coming; <<
*cackle* Good name.
>> the rest of'em didn't *and* _nobody_ could see the bus... (I love that analogy... reminds me of Marconi's explanation of radio. The telegraph is like a very long cat - step on its tail in Cleveland, and it meows in New York. Radio is the same only no cat. :D ) <<
Superpowers are the same, only no bus. :D
Scene I know but haven't written up yet: after Ricasso rescued Thriver from a very bad situation, they were trying to manage an energy transfer with Thriver too wrecked and inexperienced to be delicate about it. Ricasso explained, "Imagine that I'm holding a very hot cup of coffee, full to the brim. I want to give it to you, and you want to take it very carefully so it doesn't spill on either of us." <3 awesome boss.
Re: Thoughts
Date: 2018-07-02 09:13 pm (UTC)Exactly. A broken pelvis produces a kind of all-consuming agony, more so if the Armored fist went through your manly whatnots on the way in. Hollaback loves Fortressa.
>> And this way they'll tell their dude-bro buds! <<
That's a very effective way of discouraging sexual harassment. Word is spreading not to pick on lady supervillains, but well, not all of them are visible as such.
>> When I was studying such things closely, we learnt that 7 yards was the standard most cases that got to court worked from. <<
Oh, that's useful.
>> Basically: Male would-be perp, female would-be victim, assuming normal sizing gives you ability: He's bigger. <<
Cold Shoulder is tall and slim, if I remember right. (Her character sheet is stuck in my currently-jammed character notes file.) Certainly he outweighs her.
Then you have to consider superpowers vs. ordinary person. Unless the nary has some kind of equalizer (e.g. a gun) he's effectively defenseless against most superpowers. Even other soups are defenseless against many, such as Telepathy or Teleportation. But not all crimes require contact: sexual harassment can be either a touch attack (groping), a sonic attack (catcalling), or a gaze attack (weenie wagging). So they are capable of harming each other, one person has a physical fight advantage and social advantage, the other has superpowers.
Lawyers would fight to get this fun case, if it went to court, which is unlikely since Cold Shoulder is in Iceland.
>> Opportunity - he's within 7 yards.
Jeopardy: At this point he basically has to do something _slightly more_ than look at you funny for him to be considered a lethal threat and thus eligible to receive whatever force is deemed necessary to end the threat. Draw and fire, freeze ray, heat vision, broken pelvis, broken head, personal concrete introduction... <<
:D
>> Though my favourite one is the apocryphal story where a SCAdian gets accosted in the parking lot of a con hotel by some dude-bro who thinks his switchblade will get him what he wants... and she coolly reaches behind her head and produces The Claymore. "I'll see yer six, and raise ye thirty." He hadda go home and change his pants _right then_... "Too bad he left such a nice knife..." <<
Technically, polygenetic rather than apocryphal. That one was Scarborough Faire. I think the scene with the Tuchuks and their red-silk girl was at Pennsic, but I'm less sure of that one. Back in college, I wrote a paper on several such incidents for my Women's Studies class. I knew people who'd been at the events for them. The problem is that, as these stories get passed around, they tend to blur together.
*ponder* I was also at Chambanacon and saw the incident where some dumb mundane harassed a young girl in a Unicorn Bait t-shirt ... and got washed into a corner of the dealer's room, pinned there by crowd surf, until someone came to boot him out the front door with instructions not to return.
>> And, yeah. Total agreement that Cold Shoulder is gonna need help with the survivor guilt. Good to know that she _is_ helping; that in itself will likely soothe her ruffled feathers some... and pinned for prompting. <<
Yay!
>> Thinks-With-Willy had it coming; <<
*cackle* Good name.
>> the rest of'em didn't *and* _nobody_ could see the bus... (I love that analogy... reminds me of Marconi's explanation of radio. The telegraph is like a very long cat - step on its tail in Cleveland, and it meows in New York. Radio is the same only no cat. :D ) <<
Superpowers are the same, only no bus. :D
Scene I know but haven't written up yet: after Ricasso rescued Thriver from a very bad situation, they were trying to manage an energy transfer with Thriver too wrecked and inexperienced to be delicate about it. Ricasso explained, "Imagine that I'm holding a very hot cup of coffee, full to the brim. I want to give it to you, and you want to take it very carefully so it doesn't spill on either of us." <3 awesome boss.