<em>Grrrr!  Stupid disappearing posts!</em><br/><br/>Sweetwater groaned softly as she rearanged the plates so that, rather than one of each stew on each plate, there were three bowls of the requested sauce, along with a stack of flat bread and a strawberry rubarb tart.<br/><br/>This didn't miff her enough not to offer the dinners with a smile.<br/><br/>Outside, a rucus aproached, and Sweewater glanced at the door curiously, excitement dancing in blue green eyes.  As the sound drew closer, she inhaled and began to glow as her sense of some aproaching danger--or was it a call to play?--drew near.<br/><br/>Power upon power sheathed her body, inertial armor and thicken skin and vigor.  She didn't realize 'til too late that the aproaching rucus consisted mostly of gunshots, which would make the first two powers fairly pointless.  She shrugged her supply rounded shoulders and the glow faded as the gang of hoodlums busted the door in.<br/><br/>Calmly she set down the tray of food on a table facing them and backed up against the wall, removing her apron.  As she did this, she focused on one of the larger firearms and coated it with a shinny, slippery, greasy ectoplasam.<br/><br/>