Mertropolis

Gear Craft continues charging, jumping towards the stage once he's close enough. Meanwhile chanting IhopethisworksIhopethisworksIhopethisworks. in his head like a mantra.

Golden launches all the hanging fire at the stage. It arrives just in time to catch Gear Craft unawares as he leaps onto the stage. Meanwhile World Rocker looks at the oncoming fireballs and makes some motions in Col's direction and Col finds himself losing control over his flight path and interposed between the stage and a few fireballs. And finally Floe teleports to the stage to find a fireball bearing down on her.

The not-enraptured members of the crowd freak out even more at all of this, and even a few who were seem to snap out of their single minded focus on the music.... to go straight into panic mode.

((Gear make an Endurance check for maintaining composure and having the presence of mind to deal with the fire in some appropriate manner as well as for maintaining concentration on intangibility.

Floe make an acrobatics check to dodge.

Col...  uh.... cry? Oh and an endurance check with a pretty low DC just to make sure you don't pass out from heat stroke or fright or something.))

Gear Craft continues leaping at World Rocker, morphing out of intangibilty while trying to ignore the flames and punching at his guitar, trying to break it in some way.

Rolls!:

Col grunts in pain as he gets hit by the fireballs. Damn it! Think fast, Col! It's do or burn here! Wait a minute... Momentum.. Hahaha! I knew all of those physics studies would be usefull! He remarks to himself, twisting around to get the right angle to swing back around towards World Rocker, keeping his wings open to help him glide.

Meta:

(Acrobatics Check: 19 (Roll) + 9 (Skill) = 28)

Floe dodges out of the way of the fireball. She then moves up to her (former) band members, signalling them with the hand motions for stopping the band and yelling out "STOP THE MUSIC, PEOPLE ARE GETTING HURT!"

(Persuasion Check: 12 (Roll) + 9 (Skill) = 21)

Wait, what? We really need to work on this super hero business, and this whole not getting in the way of each other thing... With that, Coral focuses on... uh... not World Rocker, but his guitar, and tries to telekinesis it over away from him and toward somewhere that it should be easier for the others to catch it on fire in a way that does not catch any of them on fire. (Please don't make me roll for this if you would normally, I'm having enough trouble typing as it is)

"SHITSHITSHIT!!!" Golden frantically waves her hooves trying to extinguish the flames now flying at her friends.

roll:

The flames whoosh out as the band, World Rocker included, jerks back in terror at the sight and sound of Floe and suddenly the ground accelerates in it's skyward movement. The two factors cause everyone else's targeting to be slightly off. Gear throws a punch that hits nothing, but air and loses his balance as Col zooms past and knocks the guitar out of World Rocker's hands as Coral telikenetically jerks on it as well. The combined force causes the guitar the fly up into the air and Coral ends up holding Gear several feet above the stage. Golden for her part manages to fly upward quick enough to avoid the ground coming up to hit her, while Col flies past and sees the ground going up higher than him out of the corner of his eye.

The music of course cuts out, though the crowd is pretty loud at this point due to all the things to be freaked out/excited about, and World Rocker says to Floe... "Uh... sure." somewhat apprehensively, but then his face resumes a cocky self-assured smirk as the ground stops moving upward. There's a sick feeling in everyone's stomach as the ground begins to fall. (Except for Golden and Col who are flying.)

"OH CRAP!" Gear says, before quickly noticing that the guitar is somewhat near him, as it's in the air, grabs it with his Artificial Kinetic Displacement Unit (Basically just telekinesis.) and brings it over to himself, shrugging and saying "Well, why not, it's not like we're not dead anyways." before strumming each of whatever passes for strings experimentally.

"Son of a..." Col remarks, seeing what's going on, swooping back around again towards the stage without really caring if he loses a bit of momentum. Damn it, gotta hope they have some sort of plan, this is not looking good.

Coral Psionica, watching this all transpire from deep in the crowd, sighs and sets down Gear, shaking him off if necessary, then smacks World Rocker upside the head with the guitar, hopefully hard enough to knock him out.

Golden soars over to the now falling stage almost entirely unsure what to do now...

Roll:

"Oh you have got to be bucking..." Floe quickly dashes off stage, flying to the side, and begins to 'tar' up the darkness under the stage...

(Arcana Check: 6 (Roll) + 18 (Skill) = 24)
(Magic Point Reroll (0 Magic Points Remaining)
(Arcana Check: Natural 20)
(Endurance Check: 12 (Roll) + 6 (Skill) = 18)

Golden and Col arrive at the stage at more or less the same time while Gear and Coral (unknown to Gear who has no idea who else is trying to take it) telikenetically play tug of war with World Rocker's magic guitar. However Gear handily wins the contest (perhaps to Coral's shock and dismay) and makes some random noises with it.

During this same time Floe flies off the stage (though it's really hard to notice that right now since you could barely tell she was there in the first place) and summons up a huge mass of shadow under the platform. Much to her own surprise the shadowstuff takes form into hundreds of shadow clones of herself pushing upwards. A couple seconds later the platform comes to a complete halt. (And it will remain stopped for the duration of the current round.)

Nearly everyone else thinks it stopped because of Gear. (PCs can make up their own minds.)

Also Coral with her (freaky) knowledge of architecture(TM) realizes that if the platform doesn't fall straight back down the hole it came out of, a lot more people are going to die or be injured. Though either way it'll likely be a lot.

"Shadow Me, when did you get friends?"

(Arcana Check: 16 (Roll) + 18 (Skill) = 34)
(Endurance Check: 17 (Roll) + 6 (Skill) = 23)

Gear Craft begins to examine the guitar. There's gotta be some kind of mechanical reason for this thing's function.
((Mech Check:14 + 20 = 34))

Coral starts making her way toward the others, telekinetically and carefully pushing people out of the way so she can get there faster. "HEY GUYS, WE NEED TO MAKE SURE THIS THING GOES EXACTLY WHERE IT CAME FROM OR PEOPLE COULD GET HURT!!!" She yells at the top of her lungs, hoping they can hear her.

Golden looks at Gear playing   the guitar for a moment. "... there's no way that actually just worked. She then goes into a flying tackle at World Rocker trying to grab a hold of him. " Why and What in the world were you even trying to do?"

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Col, after looking around in confusion for a bit, hears Coral's advice and decides to hang onto it as it's the only thing that he can really help with at the moment. "Right! If this thing falls, it needs to go exactly where it came from!" Col remarks, practically to himself, then flies off the edge of the floating platform and under it, going to help keep the platform up. It's at this point he sees the shadow clones of Floe, and double takes for a moment, before remembering her powers back in that situation underground. "Well, you're either under her control or just friends of her... somehow... Either way, you're helping, and I'm gonna too." He remarks before attempting to gently lower the platform towards a clear area on the surface. "Better idea, let's not get it where it came from, how about we just set it on the surface? All we have to do is make sure this gets set down gently, then everyone can get off!"

Roll:

Together Col and Floe lower the platform at a controlled rate.

Gear determines what several knobs and levers and strings do despite probably not being specifically well educated in musical instruments. As far as he can tell all of them have something to do with either producing sound or activating magic that does... well he doesn't know shit about magic so yeah how was he supposed to figure that stuff out? Mechanically anyway, it's just a very fancy guitar with a lot of stuff.

Some people might notice that the platform didn't immediately begin a full fall as soon as Gear stopped playing the guitar.

Golden lights up the nearby area with a small mid-air fire and tackles World Rocker to the ground (of the stage, not the ground of the surface because damn what the hell guys really what's wrong with you?). He gives an ooph and then smirks up at her and says, "Hey, if you wanted to be on top you could have just asked. Not that I mind a little roughness. Not the kind of performance I had in mind though." Golden cannot help but blush a bit (and likely glad nobody can tell) but maintains the harsh look in her eyes and World Rocker adds a bit nervously (and self-importantly), "Look, we want to be stars and you've got to use every bit of talent, cunning, and ruthlessness you have to make it in this business. We're just putting on a show that the honeys will be talking about for weeks, no matter how it went. We've already done that much, so how about you let me go and the band and I leave and maybe we can think out some way to reward you for your kindness and chill groove eh deary?" (Yes, that's a pun there.) He then gives Golden a wink.

((I'd like another endurance check from Golden with her next post.))

Col continues gently lowering the platform. Come on, I can't give up...

Rolls:

Gear Craft puts the guitar down and goes over to Golden, helping her to hold World down, and discreetly slapping a tracer on him.
((Using Giraffe Tracer, and rolling athletics to assist. 17 + 3 = 20))

Coral, seeing Col go underneath, facehooves. She stops using her telekinesis to push people out of the way, instead to help push up on the platform they were all on, and slightly to the side in a direction that they seem to have already been going.

Golden tries to crush whatever feeling just hit her as her eye twitches with disgust from looking at World Rocker. "Y-you put tons of people in danger even...risking their lives... just so you could get fifteen seconds of fame?" She then looks at Gear "Should I knock this sleazebag-attention-whore-guy out?"

Roll:

Floe begins to struggle...

(Arcana Check: 6 (Roll) + 18 (Skill) = 24)
(Endurance Check: 12 (Roll) + 6 (Skill) = 18)