Grrl Power #1446 – Tropical storm Leander
Working out is hard when you can lift the entire gym.
The bottom-left panel is supposed to be a hypothetical Everglades post-maximum Maxima event. I assumed Willy Crocman would make that obvious-ish, but the background could also be interpreted as Monument Valley after being pounded to sand. There’s not a whole lot of crocodiles in Utah, though, generally speaking.
Maxima’s outfit has to basically be printed onto her skin, and while makeup and grease paint don’t stick to her, it’s not like nothing at all does. A wacky wall walker would probably stick to her well enough. Probably one of those rubber stickers that are used on windows. Those might use the same technology, come to think of it. Cora and Galen found some material that basically won’t come off her skin if she’s exerting even the smallest amount of “personal force field” to envelop the stuff, and embedded thousands of micro holo projectors in it. The projection overlaps, so she’ll still have coverage if she loses small patches during the fight, and if large enough bare patches cause her disguise to start to fail, the stuff will slither around and attempt to close the gaps, but that’s dangerous during a fight because it can’t migrate anywhere while her force field is holding it in place. The plan at that point is for her to shift “Armor” into “Speed,” and keep out of danger for the 10-15 seconds it would take her smart cat suit to rearrange itself.
It is conceivable then, that if enough of the outfit was damaged all at once, she could find herself on Space-TV in front of a trillion viewers wearing nothing but pasties. But that’s a risk any superhero or heroine takes when they get into high-powered fights in front of a bank, and they are tougher than their own clothes.
Ah! I thought I had more time till March. I’m bad at looking at dates apparently.
Here is Gaxgy’s painting Maxima promised him. Weird how he draws almost exactly like me.
I did try and do an oil painting version of this, by actually re-painting over the whole thing with brush-strokey brushes, but what I figured out is that most brushy oil paintings are kind of low detail. Sure, a skilled painter like Bob Ross or whoever can dab a brush down a canvas and make a great looking tree or a shed with shingles, but in trying to preserve the detail of my picture (eyelashes, reflections, etc) was that I had to keep making the brush smaller and smaller, and the end result was that honestly, it didn’t really look all that oil-painted. I’ll post that version over at Patreon, just for fun, but I kind of quit on it after getting mostly done with re-painting Max.
Patreon has a no-dragon-bikini version of of the picture as well, naturally.
Double res version will be posted over at Patreon. Feel free to contribute as much as you like.




I know they have shared showers and everything and but that first panel of Max assumedly flashing Syd as she changes is kinda wild. They’ve all just gotten super comfortable with each other. Is that the Dabbler effect?
I think it’s just the context… Max wouldn’t have any problem in this situation (as long as Dabbler isn’t around), since as a soldier, she’s going to be used to not always having privacy. She’d have a lot more problem if, say, Hiro was in the room.
Footloose?
FOOTLOOSE? Really???
*groan*
:)
Should that be “keep the full extent of my powers a secret”?
Being tougher than your own clothes is a problem, physics should be rewritten to make my clothes last longer for financial reasons.
Hmmm, random thought. Has Max ever tried “shrinking” her power pool? Or putting points into a “reserve” that doesn’t do anything but store the power? Might let her power down a some to challenge herself.
I think she does that all the time. I don’t know if her powers work in a way that lets her hold reserves but I assume most interactions she’s operating at her lowest levels of power possible so a random punch doesn’t cause her enemy’s head to explode or so she can open a door or shake a hand without crushing it. I don’t think it’s about challenging herself as much as rarely reaching that upper limit to begin with. Unless she’s fight heavy hitters like Vehemence or Darude she just doesn’t get to experience that too often. Maybe with all their new resources they can magic science together like a training dimension or something eventually.
One of my RPG characters had that problem — but in her case, it wasn’t that she was tougher than her cloths, she was tougher than her *skin*.
So her idea of “nudity” was being stripped down to her nigh-indestructable cyborg chassis, looking something out of a Terminator movie. And since wearing clothes wasn’t really practical until she’d replaced the organic layers, she ended up attending a formal event wearing nothing more than rank insignia stencilled on her metal frame.
Wouldn’t the old nuclear testing range in the nevada desert be a safe spot for Max to practice?
[Reading Dave’s post] Do you mean “Willy Gatorman”?