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<Prozac> [Arsenal`] He's not Crazy, he's downright NUTS!
You are now known as Reed_S
<Trent> Heh.  'lo, lumpy
<Reed_S> 'lo druggy
<Meethos> hey ars
bonfire keeps finding minor discrepancies, shrugs s'more.
<Ch`Dith> Katya: hmm?
Reed_S ponders his Godling...
<bonfire> Ch: Enh, rolling up a character last night, they had Computer 
Programming and Computer Hacking as RCC skills.
Trent ponders converting a charachter from Underground again.
<bonfire> However, under the listing for Hacking, it says, must know 
Programming.
<bonfire> That's the one I decided "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth."
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<Prozac> [N`Mor] It's DarkSide!  Wai!
<Reed_S> RCC Related Skills: Athletics, Acrobatics, Body Building, Boxing, 
Running, Wrestling, Gymnastics, and Swimming.
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<Ch`Dith> Katya: Well, it's logical
<Trent> 'lo N`Mor, Steve
N`Mor hrmms, will have to go prod Kei awake ;)
<Ch`Dith> N'Mor: Yes, that *would* be wise.
<Reed_S> 'lo Steve, cow
<bonfire> Then, just now, as I'm pasting together skills, this character has 
Lore:Demon and Lore of Choice at +10%, but in OCC Related it says "+15% to Art, 
Language, and Lore skills."
<bonfire> *shrug* Minor discrepancies. :)
Reed_S starts applying his cylninders... "Anyone seen my crazy glue?"
<bonfire> And typo of the day goes to CWC.
<bonfire> "At least 75-85% of all Coalition troops are anti-human and pro-
Coalition fanatics."
SteveM @grumbles at his parents... they didn't leave me a note about the animals 
and NOW they expect me to. *grumblefuckmutter*
<_Will> Hey, coupla questions: This radio my char's supposed to start out with - 
is it a receiver or a transceiver?
<bonfire> Will: *shrug* Call it in the air. :)
<Ch`Dith> Reed: Last time I saw it the Runt was sniffing it.
<_Will> Trans it is.
<Reed_S> Will: usually, we've been playing w/ two-ways
Trent winces at Reed, walks over to him and starts pounding his cylinders in 
with a mallet.
bonfire is now known as Anya
SteveM is away *grumblefuckmutter*
Reed_S ponders what this godling would drive, takes a look at Juicer Uprising...
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<Trent> *chuckle*
<Reed_S> Trent: PS: 45, supernatural.  
<Trent> Hmm...not bad at all.
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<Reed_S> that's fookin' *strong*
<Meethos> bak
Meethos is now known as Rick
N`Mor prods Kei awake... for the most part, i think. Maybe.
<Rick> Reed: I have to use your dice program. But it's giving me bad juju.
<Reed_S> Meeth: next time you need a character, ask me to roll up a Cyber-Doc, 
Body Fixer, City Rat, or Vagabond for ya.
Trent eyes the Oninese Ninja he has rolled up. PS of 40, supernatural.
<Rick> gotit
<Reed_S> Trent: I have not yet figured out the Bonuses for this Godling yet.
<Rick> reed: In fact roll me a Cyber-doc
<Ch`Dith> Reed: "Godling" ?
<Reed_S> Ch: yeah...
Trent still wants to convert some of the toys from the Underground rpg to Rifts. 
*ponders 30mm autopistols*
<Reed_S> Rifts Conversion Book 2: Pantheons of the Megaverse
<Reed_S> Trent: we still have to convert some BattleMechs to Rifts...
<Trent> Reed: Oh yeah.  Sorry about that.  =\
<Reed_S> Basically, a godling is a minor god...
<_Will> The character description talks about body.  I feel safe in assuming 
that at game start I don't have anything like?
<_Will> body -> body armor.
<Reed_S> Will: what OCC/RCC?
<_Will> Rogue Scholar
<Anya> Scholar, I think.
_Will waves to Anya.
<Reed_S> ah... yeah, you can start with body armor...
<Ch`Dith> Will: You get starting equipment/stuff.
Anya salutes back.
<Reed_S> Anya started with Huntsman armor
<Ch`Dith> Will: Ye play Go?
<Rick> _Will: Hi. I'm Rick. I drive the Truck.
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<Ch`Dith> GMFaerie!
<Reed_S> rick: APC, nor Truck.
<Anya> Rick: s/Truck/APC.
<Maeryn> boo
<Reed_S> Truck was Sergio
<Reed_S> 'lo GM
SteveM happydances! Rick in the hands of a competent RPer! :)
Anya watches Rifts books get spread all over the room again.
<Maeryn> who's Rick this week?
<Reed_S> Mae: Meeth
SteveM , just getting back, realizes he spoke too soon. :P
<Reed_S> we may be short one Runt, tho...
Trent eyes Cultural skill: Go from the Ninjas and Superspies book.
<_Will> Ch'D: The Oriental game?  Me, yeah, Character, why not, sure.
<Rick> Truck, APC. They're both big and mean lookin'.
<Anya> Trent: It's actually a skill? :)
<Ch`Dith> Will: And chess? (yer char, I mean)
<Anya> I put the chess in as a background thing (Russian/Chess, it fits.) :)
<Reed_S> hrrm...
<Trent> Anya: Ja.  I don't have it, though.  Gambling, on the other 
hand....(decided it was time to take less serious skills)
<Ch`Dith> Rick: An APC will stand up to a launched rocket. A truck usually 
doesn't.
<Reed_S> Trent: heheh
<_Will> Again, unless one needs to devote a skill, I see no reason why not.  I 
am IRL not ungood at both games, so could roleplay if the need arose.
SteveM GRUMBLES at his mom, My oh my, she's in rare form
Anya eyes her mp3 playlist.  "Fixin' to Die Rag..."  <-- I hate it, I hate it...
<Trent> Steve: Oh?
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<Trent> Oh.
Reed_S pops in AC/DC: _High Voltage_
<Anya> Uh oh.
<Reed_S> Uh-oh is right.
Anya goes back to working on Wraith and Frances, idly.
Trent eyes his charsheet, realizes he still has to pick another skill
Ch`Dith boogies to a song he doesn't know who wrote it, who sings it, what it 
says or what the title is... butitsaneatsong.
<Reed_S> Wraith? and Frances?
Rick _airdurms_ to "Tom Sawer"
<Reed_S> Ch: "Louie Louie"?
<Reed_S> *runs*
<Ch`Dith> Reed: I know that song.
<Anya> Reed: Backup chars. :)
<Reed_S> heh
<Ch`Dith> If ye want to help me find it, it's in /newstuff/Unknown-You_and_I.mp3
<Ch`Dith> s/it/the title
<_Will> Now the last fun part: picking what highly illegal and ever-impressive 
books and discs he has.  I'm particularly proud, however, of his use of the 
TV/Video skill to make several copies of a 3-disc video set to teach basic 
literacy(letters, sounds, several samples).  The Gettysburg Address uses very 
simple words, ya know.  Good so far?
<Anya> A Psi-Ghost and a Grey Seer, respectively. :)  
<Reed_S> Anya: got that Marrakethian yet?
<Reed_S> Will: heh...
<Anya> Reed: Uh uh.
<Reed_S> Will: something from Erin Tarn is a definite.
<Maeryn> Will.. what kind of character you thinking of?
<_Will> Maeryn: I'm putting the finishing touches on a Rogue Scholar.
Trent idly uploads the chainsword render he did earlier today, tries to figure 
out what skill to take.
<Anya> Haven't had time to sit down and ponder original stuff offhand, although 
I'm thinking of actually putting together a netbook.
<Anya> Mae: there are no objections from the Russian, I might point out. :)
<Reed_S> Anya: kinda like the MechWarrior/Rifts Conversion Book KJ and I have 
been working on..
<_Will> Can I tack a flute onto his starting equipment?  I had some 
personalization ideas.
<Reed_S> Mae: we might be short one runt.
<Reed_S> Will: you can take on anything you want..
<Rick> mae: It's 10:07 by my clock. Are we startin'?
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<Anya> moo.
<SteveM> back
<Trent> 're, Steve
<Maeryn> Will.. sure.. you know the gang is on phaseworld right now.. yer 
character there too?
<Trent> "And now, the triumphant scene where we all run like hell!"
Ch`Dith cues Korn-Children of the Korn
<Rick> WB SteveM. *Salute*
<SteveM> The second after I get on, they get in and decide I need to see to the 
animals and make a phone call.
<Maeryn> Rick.. in a few
<_Will> I'm wherever you are.  My only question is how I got there.  What's 
phaseworld?
<SteveM> Rick: See last week's QotN
<Maeryn> Reed.. you back for the night yet or going soon?
<Anya> Will: Another dimension, we got involuntarily Rifted.
<Rick> nope.
<Maeryn> Anya.. some of you went voluntarily :)
<Rick> Steve: What was it?
<Reed_S> hold on... I'm getting distracted
<Anya> True. :)  But you were trying your darndest to get us all involuntarily. 
:)
<SteveM> Or to use my term, rift-napped. Some damn fools like myself, Rick, 
Kasia, and Vix (the latter two aren't here) rifted in after them.
SteveM @dohyeahs, and Maeryn and Vander
<_Will> Oh dear.  I wonder, could a random bystander have gotten sucked through 
somewhere else down the ley line?
Anya plays "One Day More" followed by "Fixin' to Die"  ... both seem appropriate 
for the night.
<Rick> Steve: What was the QotN?
<Trent> Anya: We're running, ja?
<Ch`Dith> Will: If not, ye'll have to wait a bit/RP by yerself until the GM 
thinks of a way to deposit you in our midst... 
<Ch`Dith> Rick: dagwood.sandwich.net/rifts/
<Anya> Trent: Something to that effect.  Back into the frying pan or something. 
:)
<_Will> Ch'D Sounds like a plan.  I can semi-lurk and watch you guys play for a 
while anyway.  Sound good?
<SteveM> "Stand easy, son. I'm not the Pope, John Wayne, or Emperor Prosek."
<Ch`Dith> 's what I did.
<Anya> Hence why "One More Day" goes first. :)
<Ch`Dith> One Day More, dammit..
<Ch`Dith> ... speaking of which, where's the Melter and the Walker?
<Anya> Okay, so I suck at remembering titles. :)
<Anya> Ch: Dance.
<Reed_S> okay... back... where are/were we?
SteveM would play "Blaze of Glory" for Trent's likely action, but the best he 
can do is "One Shot At Glory"
<Ch`Dith> d'ohyeah
Trent WILL flee, if anyone thinks to remind him why we're still here.
Ch`Dith cues _Zarking Fast_ or the Dutch translation.
<Trent> ICly.
Anya grumbles at the Russian/English dictionary for not having a translation for 
"Oops."
<Reed_S> Anya: umm... why not?
<Trent> Besides, it's Lumpy who lead the charge.
<Reed_S> you guys didn't *have* to follow me through the window.
<Anya> Because Russians don't say "Oops?" :)
SteveM remembers what song he was going to play... "You Can't Kill Me"
<Trent> Reed: Wha, we let you call attention to us, so we get shot shortly after 
you get burned down?
<SteveM> Hey Shad, wanna run da Melter?
<Rick> Reed: You really should put a liist on QotNs.
<Rick> -i
Trent cues Mr. Self Destruct.
<Reed_S> Rick: If I could remember all of them, I would.
<Maeryn> 'k.. here's the deal.. Ru is away from the group and won't be missed 
tonight
<Rick> you don't have them wirtten down?
<Ch`Dith> umm.. okay, I guess. Couldye find the time to help me with some 
japanese cuss words to play her right?
<Reed_S> unless, by some odd fluke of luck, we find her.
<Ch`Dith> *whew*
<Reed_S> Rick: nope
<Trent> Ch`D: http://linear.mv.com/cgi-bin/j-e/dict   It's handy.  ;)
<Maeryn> if we want to play with the others gone.. Kas and Vix will be written 
out of the plot for tonight
N`Mor is unconcious and perfectly safe *snore*
<Reed_S> N`M: ye'll be left behind.
<Reed_S> Mae: what about Vander?
<Maeryn> Vander has gone back for N'Mor who is playing dead in the arena
<SteveM> Mae: sounds nifty... assume Kasia'll be following Steve's lead. "The 
safest place here is RIGHT BEHIND YOU!"
<Rick> Reed: Read the old logs maybe you can find the old lines.
<N`Mor> Reed: Fine by me, I'll be safer.
<N`Mor> ;)
Anya looks for her d20
<Maeryn> Steve.. enh.. if we go on without her for tonight.. there may be a 
rescue mission later
<Ch`Dith> Steve: Under Siege.. forgot the name of the actress who played the 
stripper
<_Will> Ch'D Erika Eleniak
<Ch`Dith> ohyeah
Anya hmmms, watches Prosvitela be the first song up, yay.
<Reed_S> actually, if Will wants to try his hand at playing Vander for 
tonight...
<Reed_S> Vander and/or Kasia...
<_Will> Char sheet?
<_Will> +s
<SteveM> Mae: Who's rescue mission, may I ask?
<Maeryn> Reed.. Vander would be the best choice if Will wants to rp one of the 
group
<Maeryn> Steve.. Vix and Kas
<Rick> Reed: The only one I can remember is Sergio:"I swear to god I'll never 
drink again. "Waitress, give me a beer."
<Maeryn> Steve.. the other option is to hold off until two weeks from today
<SteveM> hrmmmm
<Ch`Dith> No game next week? 
<Maeryn> no game next week
Reed_S has no problem with skipping a few weeks... we've done it before..
<N`Mor> we're in Washington next week.
<_Will> Umm... Reed?  How do I accept this?
<SteveM> I don't suppose it would be fair to everyone else..... and we're all 
here for this game... hate to send people packing early.
<Ch`Dith> will: usually, /dcc get
<SteveM> will: /dcc get
Anya idly notes that the session that falls on the fourth of july weekend, 
she'll prolly not be at, and if she is, she'll have to bail early.
<SteveM> Mae: Aris'd want us to run anyway
<Maeryn> I have no problem running without them, but thought you'd all like a 
vote
Trent notes that he's gone for the 4th of July
<Anya> Trent: Yeah, the Saturday is the 3rd, so...
Reed_S will be gone for two weekends at the end of July
<Rick> I've got no problem playin' tonight.
Ch`Dith ICly isn't likely to leave anyone behind when they retreat
Anya nods in agreement with Ch'D.
<Anya> Why can't we just play it like when people are absent?
Reed_S ICly prolly would...
Trent ICly should just take a good strong reminder before he breaks off his 
homicidal rage and helps Ch`D.
<Anya> We just play on, like they do everything we do?
SteveM ICly @bandwagons
<Rick> ch`dith: Well sure. All you have to do is throw them over your shoulder.
<Trent> Anya: Ja, methinks so.
N`Mor would leave anyone behind that he damn well pleases. ;)
<Anya> We love you too, N'Mor.
<SteveM> Rick: Kasia would get a kick out of this for sure if I were to do that. 
;)
<Reed_S> well, I'd ICly give a cry over my shoulder as I retreated.
<N`Mor> N'Mor borders on scrupulous, but not /that/ much. ;)
<Maeryn> ok.. sounds like we're playing
<Ch`Dith> "DRAAAAKEEEE! WE ARE *LEAVING*!!!!" ?
<Rick> Steve: Of course. (C:{
Trent oocly ponders...through the window or up the stairs.
<Anya> Trent: Back in the frying pan, is my guess.
<Maeryn> Will.. you interested in that stint as the hobbit or wanna hang around 
until we work in yer char?
Trent had his UberGun pressed up against one of the guard's heads.
Reed_S was starting to get a descrip of Ru from Steve, until Steve stopped him.
Anya just came through the window, and now gets to think over this idea for a 
seconds.
<Rick> mae: Did you give your XP. for last week?
<Reed_S> Mae: XP time...
Ch`Dith needs 30 seconds more to get the teleport right.
Anya eyes the cheater dice. %)
<Maeryn> Reed 425
<Ch`Dith> Anya: hmm?
<Reed_S> ooh...
<Maeryn> Kasia 675
<Reed_S> details?
<Maeryn> Ru'ach 1575
<_Will> Rather hang around.  For one thing, I don't know him real well.  I'll 
watch y'all for a while.
<Anya> Ch'D: I have dice that roll sixes on a constant basis.
<Maeryn> Ch'dith.. did I tell you 900 before?
<Maeryn> N'Mor 350
<Ch`Dith> yep
<Maeryn> Steve 600
<Maeryn> Trent 450
Ch`Dith grooves to more Korn songs
Anya smiles evilly and blares the Star Wars theme at everybody in channel. :)
<Maeryn> Anya 400
Reed_S adds his copy to Anya's...
<Rick> Reed: You dice program has really S&#tty juju
<Maeryn> Vander 600
<Maeryn> Rick 425
Trent smiles evilly back at Anya and blares Ozzy Osbourne's rendition of Staying 
Alive at her.
<Ch`Dith> Rick: Mine rocks.
<Trent> ;)
<Reed_S> Rick: it's completely random... what can I say.
<Maeryn> Vix 350
Anya raises her hands...that's what we're gonna do, alright, we're gonna stay 
alive!  We're gonna rock!  The Force is with us...I think.
<Ch`Dith> Reed: So's mine. What can I say? Perl likes me. I like Perl
N`Mor rummages for the main sourcebook
<Rick> ch'dith you have a comp. dice program?
<Anya> /bin/sh: ./dice.pl: No such file or directory
<Anya> argh.
<Anya> wrong directory.
<Ch`Dith> Rick: No, I have a randomizer in my head. 
<Reed_S> perl. :)
<Anya> Total from 3d6 : 5 
<_Will> CH'D Explains why you're so weird.
<Anya> that's from Shad's script. :)  I just don't have good juju.
<Ch`Dith> Will: You... have NO idea.
<Anya> And Hence why I have the real thing taking up room on my desk.
<Ch`Dith> azimuth: ~/RPG/Rifts/ >roll 3 6
<Ch`Dith> 5 6 4
<Ch`Dith> Total from 3d6 : 15 
<Ch`Dith> Juju. }8=>
<Anya> Total from 3d6 : 10 
<Anya> :)
<Ch`Dith> azimuth: ~/RPG/Rifts/ >roll 3 6
<Ch`Dith> 5 4 4
<Ch`Dith> Total from 3d6 : 13
<Rick> total of 3d6= 3
<Anya> Shad: You have a copy that spits out the dice rolls now?
<Ch`Dith> Anya: When rolling more than one die, yes.
<Anya> Yeah, that's what I meant. :)
Trent clears his throat loudly
<Anya> Yes, Trent? 
<Trent> *shrug* Had something in my throat.  ;)
Reed_S eyes his character... ate his only package of Twinkies...
<Ch`Dith> Katya: check yer #tjab window and /dcc get shadur
Rick give Trent a throat losenger.
<Anya> Got.
<Reed_S> if he doesn't have more twinkies in him in about 2 hours, 45 minutes, 
he loses all his bonuses.
<Ch`Dith> Rick: That's useless. He needs Twinkies or he's a normo
<Ch`Dith> azimuth: ~/RPG/Rifts/ >roll 1 20
<Ch`Dith> 12
<Ch`Dith> azimuth: ~/RPG/Rifts/ >roll 1 20
<Ch`Dith> 18 
<Ch`Dith> Juju. 
<Trent> Ch`D: That's lumpy, not me.
<Ch`Dith> ergh. d'Oh.
<Maeryn> anyway.. everyone that jumped through the window roll initiative
<Reed_S> s/he/I/a
<Anya> 10
Trent rolls 18 + 4. Juju. ;)
<Reed_S> 16+2
Reed_S gets good juju from his diceroll proggy
<Maeryn> Rick, Ch'Dith, Steve.. I have you listed as going through the window.. 
initiative?
<Ch`Dith> Mae: I didn't go through the window... I teleported. And I goofed - 
can't make it till next round.
<Rick> 12
<SteveM> 19 init
<Maeryn> Ch.. why not?
<SteveM> Ch: So you're still in the arena now?
<Reed_S> Mae: something to do with the teleport taking 30 seconds, I think
<Ch`Dith> Mae: needed to roll 34 or lower. Rolled 78 and 32 in that order.
<Maeryn> ok
N`Mor is still dead, and thusly just ignores the session for a while ;)
<Reed_S> heheh... "still dead"
Trent still has his UberGun pressed up against somebody's head.
<Maeryn> yer first actions were used jumping through the window
Anya looks up idiot in russian, gets backwards n d backwards n o t...which 
pronounces out to "eedeeot."
<N`Mor> Mae: btw, it lasts as long as I sense I need to be dead, up to 4 days
<Reed_S> N`M: Death Trance, eh?
N`Mor nods.
<N`Mor> hey, I figured i wouldn't get shot if I was already dead
<N`Mor> %)
<Rick> "Trent Stop Pointing that thing at me."
<Maeryn> the 5 guards you've seen are wearing full armor and robes.. all dark 
menacing colors
<Trent> <OOC> Rick, I'm not.
<Maeryn> one guard grabs Kasia, one grabs Vix, one grabs Vander as he's 
attemting to go back for N'Mor and they disappear
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Rick: Could you try to use punctuation? It makes sentences less 
painful to read.
<Reed_S> well, that leaves us with two guards...
Trent fails to notice...
Anya blinks.
<Reed_S> Trent: I think you get first action.
<Maeryn> the fourth guard disappears alone
<Anya> "Oops."
<SteveM> "BASTARDS!"
Trent prods the guard's head with his UberGun before pulling the trigger.
<Trent> +one of
<Reed_S> "Hey!  We needed him alive!"
<SteveM> Mae: There's only one guard?
<Maeryn> there's one left
<Trent> ...unless he's smart enough to duck...
Reed_S <OOC> opens up the #wet_bar
<SteveM> "Take this sonofabitch alive, Trent."
<Maeryn> the last guard points at the guy with a gun to his head (Trent) and 
strikes with a lightning bolt
Trent tries to sidestep
Anya curses under her breath in Russian.
<Trent> 11+11 to dodge
<Reed_S> heh
<Maeryn> 21 to strike
<Maeryn> Trent dodges
<Reed_S> I'd say trent dodged it..
<Trent> <OOC> Damn, I love being a Juicer.
<N`Mor> Lost some hair, though
<N`Mor> :)
Reed_S leaps at the guard, throwing a haymaker at the jaw
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Fast as lightning?
<Trent> N`Mor: Helmet
<N`Mor> <OOC> Details. Feh.
<Maeryn> actions go Trent, Steve, Reed, Rick, Anya, guard
<Reed_S> okay, scratch that last action..
Reed_S <OOCly> eyes Empire Strikes Back on the TV... "They're moving into attack 
position" </utter_disbelief>
Trent blinks. My action or Steve's?
<SteveM> "We need him alive. He's gotta tell us where they took ours."
<SteveM> trent: yours.
<Trent> Err..whoops.
<Maeryn> Trent is up
Trent snarls, drops the UberGun and draws his reinforced baseball bat, smacking 
the guard in the head in one smooth motion.
<Reed_S> *chuckle*
<Maeryn> strike?
<Trent> 16+7...23
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Baseball Bat of Mighty Whacking? 
<Trent> <OOC> Hope this guy's armored.
<Maeryn> guard fails to dodge.. damage?
<Trent> Ch`D: Bah, wait until I roll damage.
<Reed_S> this a wooden or a metal bat?
<Ch`Dith> Roll already1
<Trent> <ooc> I hope this guy's durable.  3+25 sdc
<Reed_S> i.e. is the bat broken as well?
<Ch`Dith> -1+!-typist
<Trent> Reed: Wooden, modified with an alloy core.
<Maeryn> the bat doesn't dent his mdc armor
<Maeryn> Steve is up
<Trent> <ooc> But it does give 'im one helluva headache
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Mae: He'll hear ringing for a looong time tho.
<Reed_S> yeah... he should be at least -1 to strike due to headache
<Anya> <OOC> o/~ You can riiiiiing my be-eh-eh-eh-ell o/~
<SteveM> "What I wouldn't give for one of Ru's nets right about now." *shoots a 
five-shot burst from the C-12 into the guard's hip*
<Trent> *shrug*
<Reed_S> 8ow*
<Reed_S> s/8/*/
<Maeryn> strike?
<SteveM> 19 + 1
<Ch`Dith> pow.
<Reed_S> *ooh*
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Good Juju all around tonight.
<Reed_S> he's *down*
<Trent> That can't feel good.
<Maeryn> damage?
<SteveM> 13 MDC * 5
<Anya> 65
<SteveM> rolled crap damage, but it's just as well
<Maeryn> the guard has mdc armor and mdc naturally with a 21 ME.. don't think 
he's too bothered by the headache
<SteveM> It was a hip shot, but oh well
<Reed_S> hrrm... prolly injured the hip, tho.
<SteveM> . o O (Big guy, get your ass in here!)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Mae: Thank you. We *really* needed that reassurance.
Ch`Dith .oO(Trying *mental overtone of gritted teeth*)
<Maeryn> the guard is knocked back by the blow.. Reed is up
Reed_S uses this action to switch weapons to the Laser Rifle
<Maeryn> Ch.. aren't you glad the other four left? ;)
<Reed_S> no, wait... I still had it out...
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Yes.
<Reed_S> hold on... :P
<SteveM> THANKS A LOT.
<Anya> <OOC> Well, every silver cloud has a dark lining... 
Reed_S fires a single shot at the guy's hip
<Maeryn> strike?
<Reed_S> 9+3
<Maeryn> damage?
<Reed_S> low roll... 7 :P
<Maeryn> md?
<Trent> Mae: Ja.
<Reed_S> laser rifle == MD Weapon, usually
Trent oocly thinks he's picking his rifle back up.
<Maeryn> the guard doesn't look much more hurt than before.. Rick is up
Rick fires his laser pistol at the guard's shins
<Maeryn> strike?
<Rick> reed: I have WP energy pistol. Any bonuses?
<Trent> +3
<Reed_S> Rick: +3 for single shot or +1 for burst
<Rick> 9+3
<Maeryn> damage?
<Rick> 4
Reed_S notes that, should we whittle away half the armor's MDC, any good MDC 
shot will burst this guy's leg...
<Reed_S> the MDC for armor is usually for the entire body... a specific area has 
less MDC.
<Maeryn> ok.. Anya is up
<Reed_S> same goes for naturally MDC critters
Anya mutters, "Ya goorak.  And an idiot." and fires at the same spot Steve and 
Reed did.
<Maeryn> strike?
<Anya> 15+3.  18.
<Reed_S> bursts have more power, it looks..
Reed_S kicks himself in the mouth
<Rick> <OOC>bbialb
Reed_S drops an anvil on himself for being Mr. State the Obvious today. :P
<Maeryn> damage?
<Anya> 14
<Reed_S> <OOC> 3... that kick hurt my mouth. :)
<Maeryn> the guard appears to put his weight on his other leg
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> And roll for damage on the anvil?
<Reed_S> <OOC> 24 MDC... *ow*
<Maeryn> Reed.. what's the 24 for?
<Reed_S> Mae: OOC damage to me for the anvil. :)
<Anya> Mae: <OOC> He oocdly dropped an anvil on his head.
<Maeryn> ah.. ok
<Maeryn> the guard reaches up to his chest and is enveloped in an eerie, pale 
white glow
<Maeryn> Trent is up
<Trent> <ooc> Gread.
<Trent> -d +t
<Maeryn> how many actions per melee does everyone have?
<Anya> 3
<Reed_S> 4
<Trent> 5
<SteveM> 3
<Ch`Dith> 3
<SteveM> <OOC><voice=Donald Duck> Oh boy, a tattooed man
<SteveM> </voice>
Trent strides over behind the guard and tries to tear the helmet away from the 
armor.
<Maeryn> you're unsuccessful
<Trent> <ooc> Hell, I managed to do that to a Glitter Boy....
<Maeryn> Steve is up
<Trent> *shrug* Must be pretty good armro.
Trent oocly shoots his typoist.
<Rick> <OOC> Bak
Anya <OOCly> watches Duel of the Fates cue
<Maeryn> ...Sunaj Assassin Environmental Armor... not that anyone would 
recognize it...
<Reed_S> ooh... Sunaj...
SteveM points the laser at the guard in a hip shooting stance and says, "All 
right, that's enough."
<Rick> <OOC> Anya: Mp3 or cd?
<Anya> <OOC> Mp3.
<Maeryn> strike?
<Rick> <OOC> Anya: can you send it to me?
<SteveM> no strike this round, this is trying to end the fight.
<Anya> <OOC> Rick: got FTP?
<SteveM> s/round/action
<Rick> <OOC>don't know how to use it.
<Maeryn> ah.. the guard looks toward Steve and you hear a hollow laugh echo in 
his helmet
<Maeryn> Reed is up
<Anya> <OOC> Alright...can you take DCC's?
<Rick> <OOC> Usually.
<Anya> <OOC> or do you want it mailed or stuck on the web somewhere?
<SteveM> <OOC><SDSteve> "And to think I remember the days when a MA 22 meant 
something!"
Reed_S charges the guard, and attempts to body-slam him
<Maeryn> damage?
<Reed_S> strike: 8+1 :P
<Reed_S> Damage would be SDC... but does he get knocked down?
<Maeryn> in his condition he gets knocked down
<Maeryn> Rick is up
Rick fires at his hip
<Reed_S> Rick: yer firing at yer own hip?
<Maeryn> strike?
<Rick> the guard's oops
<Rick> 11+3
<Ch`Dith> .. with Trent in the way?
<Trent> Ch`D: I'm behind.
<Reed_S> Trent *and* Reed
<Reed_S> Reed would be in the way, having just body-slammed the guy
<Rick> change that. I'll punch the guard.
<SteveM> Trent being in the classic "backstop" position.
<Reed_S> Steve: *nod*
<Ch`Dith> Rick: There goes your fist.
<Reed_S> KLANG! No damage
<Maeryn> damage for the fire?
<Rick> 6
<Maeryn> Reed gets 1 due to being in the way.. the guard takes 5
<Maeryn> Anya is up
<Reed_S> Mae: umm... one thing...
<Reed_S> I'm wearing armor, Rick ain't.
<Maeryn> yep?
Anya sees Reed in the way, just yells, "What do you want with us?" to the guard.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Anya channels Morden?
<Anya> <OOC> Why not? :)
<Reed_S> Rick wouldn't do any damage to me or the guard.
<Rick> <OOC> Anya: You gonna send that MP#?
<Maeryn> the guard punches Reed
<Reed_S> he'd prolly just bust up his hand.
<Anya> Rick <OOC> Was waiting for an answer to my question, okay, hang on.
<Rick> s/#/3/
Reed_S parries the blow
<Maeryn> Rick fired an energy weapon
<Reed_S> Mae: he altered his attack into a punch... read above
Reed_S rolls an 18+2 to parry
<Maeryn> the punch was more foolish than firing the weapon
<Reed_S> true...
<Rick> <OOC> Anya. Thanx
<Reed_S> but he didn't change it back to the gun.
<Maeryn> Reed.. if yer parry is higher you roll damage?
<Reed_S> No...
<Reed_S> if the parry is higher, no damage is taken
<Maeryn> isn't that a dodge?
<Maeryn> you parry successfully
<Reed_S> I blocked his punch...
<Maeryn> Trent is up
<Ch`Dith> Mae: Difference being that a parry doesn't cost an action.
<Reed_S> that's still no damage.  Armored fist vs. armored arm...
<Maeryn> Ch.. ok.. thanks
<Reed_S> the strength behind the fist is still SDC.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Reed: One word: Knuckledusters.
Trent steps on the guy's neck, not quite hard enough to crush it. He then draws 
one of his pistols and holds it against one of the eyes on the armor, hoping the 
guard will get the idea.
<Maeryn> the guard doesn't appear to get the idea
<Maeryn> Reed is up
<Trent> <ooc> Wonder how durable that helmet is...
Reed_S stomps on the guard's injury.
<Maeryn> damage?
<Reed_S> strike: 14+1
<Reed_S> would this be SDC or MDC, since I'm in armor?
<Maeryn> mdc in this situation
<Reed_S> 7 MDC
<SteveM> mmm, hobnailed boot
<Reed_S> (that should at least make the guard scream)
<Anya> <OOC> fat chance?
<Maeryn> if you could see behind the helmet.. you'd see him wince
Reed_S forgot to add the +21 PS Damage bonus...
<Reed_S> but then, I don't think that'd be applicable here...
<Ch`Dith> .. +*21* ?!?
<Reed_S> CH: PS of 35
Trent gets +25
<Ch`Dith> eesh
<Reed_S> CH: you have supernatural strength... even with a lower PS rating, yer 
stronger than me and Trent put together.
<Maeryn> the guard grabs Trent's ankle.. roll save vs. magic
<Trent> vs. MAGIC?
<Trent> okay
<Reed_S> <OOC> one of his more munchier saves. :)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> I know.
<Trent> 18+7
<Maeryn> Trent.. yer drawn to that eerie glow.. yeah magic
<Maeryn> you saved
<Trent> <ooc> I'd hope.
<Maeryn> Trent is up again
<Trent> <ooc> Here's hoping that's a sturdy helmet.
Trent pulls the trigger on his Particle Pistol, aimed right at the guy's eye
<Maeryn> damage?
<Trent> 15 MD
<Reed_S> *eesh*
<Reed_S> that should at least take off the helmet,
<Trent> Or the eye.
<Ch`Dith> And the brain behind it.
<Maeryn> considering the aim.. the guard splashes blood all over Trent and dies
Anya blinks.
Reed_S grabs Trent, and slugs him across the jaw. "We needed him *alive*, you 
druggie!"
SteveM grimaces, although the faceshield conceals his expression.
<Maeryn> Reed.. strike?
Reed_S rolls an 8+1 to strike
Trent watches reed hurt his hand?
<Reed_S> Trent: I'm wearing armor, too.
Ch`Dith takes this moment to pop into the room with the sound of five people 
saying "Wop!"
<Maeryn> Trent.. you dodge or anything?
SteveM rummages in his backpack, pulls out Anya's journal, and hands it to Anya 
before wading in to resolve the dispute (he hopes)
Trent parries, grabbing onto Reed's wrist.
Anya takes it.
Anya runs back over what just progressed.
<Trent> 18 + something or other.  Doesn't really matter.
Anya curses in Russian again.
<Reed_S> nope...
<Ch`Dith> "Is it just me or are we short several people?"
<Maeryn> at this point.. anyone with sixth sense senses it may not be prudent to 
hang around or continue the way you were going
<Reed_S> what is the parry bonus?
<Trent> Reed: +11
<SteveM> *to Ch'Dith* "The bastards just grabbed several more."
<Ch`Dith> "... I think we may be better off back where we were."
Reed_S looks around for a way out.
Anya looks at the dwagon.  "Four other guards ran off with Vander, Kasia, and 
the other guy."
SteveM mutters "Don't remind me, Anya..."
<Maeryn> you got a good enough look to know these are not the same gang that 
rifted you all here
<Trent> "You want to try to capture the next one?" he snarls before holstering 
his weapons and picking up his rifle.
<Anya> "Sorry, Steve."
<Ch`Dith> "May I suggest that we leave the discussions until we are somewhere 
somewhat safer?"
Anya agrees with Ch'Dith.  
Reed_S holster his laser rifle...
<Trent> "Fine.  You have any bright ideas?"
Reed_S turns to Steve, pulling out his pad and pencil.  "Okay, I know what the 
others look like.  Describe this 'Ru'."
Anya pockets the journal and looks at the window.  "Back with N'Mor?"
<Trent> <ooc> Geez, I'm always accidentially killing people.  =P
Maeryn hollers from somewhere back in the arena.."hey.. you'll just leaving the 
cow behind?"
<Ch`Dith> "Save for the urgent notion that this room is not a wise location to 
be, none at the moment."
<SteveM> "For starters, we get the side of beef out of the arena if we're gonna 
go by this route."
<SteveM> "On second thought, we could join the side of beef."
Anya climbs back through the window into the arena.
<Trent> "Fine."  He stalks back out through the window, rifle still out.
Reed_S looks the place over, looking for an exit of any kind.
<Ch`Dith> "The little one seemed to have some idea of where we are."
<SteveM> *to Reed* "About yay tall, black, poorly-dyed hair..." *describes her*
SteveM clambers out the window
Trent idly tries *not* to listen to what Steve's saying.
<Rick> "the more we stay together the better. ***Climbs through window.
Reed_S scribbles notes
<Rick> +"+***
<Maeryn> Reed.. there appear to be several exits.. but yer sixth sense tells you 
they may not be all that safe
Anya looks around the arena, and then sits down next to the wall.
Ch`Dith watches the exits, waits until everyone else is out the window before 
teleporting back into the arena.
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Anya puts her head in her hands and just sits there for the longest time not 
moving or saying anything.
SteveM pokes his head back into the room. "Hey, Shamus. You want to get in here 
with the rest of us?"
Reed_S grumbles about something before grudgingly climbing BACK INTO THE ARENA
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Reed_S drops an anvil on his typoist
Reed_S drops an anvil on his typoist
<Reed_S> <OOC> sorry guys, getting distracted... }:]
Maeryn flies over to the group.. "any of you see a light under that big thing?"
<Rick> <OOC> Hit the wrong damn button.
SteveM would be upending tables if there was any in the Arena... instead, he 
breathes deeply, trying to get back some semblance of control
<SteveM> *to Mae* "Nah."
N`Mor twitches slightly
Ch`Dith <OOCly> pointlaughs at Rick and silly dozze IRC clients.
Trent looks over to see what Mae's talking about.
Anya stays curled up next to the wall.
Maeryn shrugs but watches that big thing anyway
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Rick: everyone else is out the window again. Go already.
SteveM eyes said big thing
<Maeryn> Trent.. at a glance you don't see anything
<Anya> <OOC> Ch: He went.  Pay attention. ;)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> d'oh
<Rick> I did, Ch`dith. Pay attention.
<SteveM> "Trent, Reed, help me move *OOOMPH* this thing."
Ch`Dith teleports back out as well, then.
Trent shrugs. "No, I don't see anything."
Reed_S helps
Trent slings his rifle, goes over to help.
<Maeryn> big thing doesn't seem to budge much
You are now known as Reed_AFK
<SteveM> "Now... wherewasthislight?"
<Trent> Hmm...how big is this 'big thing'?
Anya sits next to the wall, head in hands on knees, rifle next to her.
Rick goes to the group checking out the light. Tries to figure out what it is.
<Maeryn> Trent.. the thing you all crawled out of
<Trent> Oh, that.
Ch`Dith walks over to Steve/Trent/Reed, helps.
N`Mor snorts, and sucks in a HUGE lungful of air in a wheezing gasp.
Maeryn flies around the cow's head.."Wake up Cow!"
N`Mor sucks the faerie in?
<N`Mor> <ooc> %)
Ch`Dith . o O (*to Anya* Something ails you?)
Trent does some quick math, figures out that he can lift about 3 tons.
<Anya> . o O ( Oh, just upset and frustrated, give me a few moments and I'll 
head over there.)
Maeryn shoots an arrow into the cow's tongue and flies out as he screams
Anya pulls her head out of her hand, picks the rifle back up, sighs, and stands 
up.
Maeryn hollers and shouts at the cow.. "Don't ever do that again!!"
N`Mor sits up, gagging, yanking the arrow out of his tongue. Well, he's wide 
awake, at least.
Anya walks over to N'Mor just to check and make sure he's okay.
SteveM continues to push at the big thing and look for a light until he 
(momentarily) exhausts himself.
<Maeryn> the big thing budges slightly, but you could use more help
<SteveM> . o O (Dragon?)
Trent keeps pushing as hard as he can.
Rick helps them push the big thing.
N`Mor wobbles to his feet and eyes Trent's laboring. "What are you doing?" he 
coughs.
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Maeryn swats at the cow.. "Look at you just laying around while they try to save 
yer lard.. *ahem*"
<SteveM> *to Mae* "C'mere a second. Something I want you to see."
Maeryn mutters "wrong animal..."
Anya sees that N'Mor is okay, walks over to the critter.
<SteveM> Mae does get the impression that Steve's a little frantic right now.
N`Mor swats at the buzzing thing. "Leave."
Maeryn flies over to Steve a bit warily
<Trent> "Pushing...on...this..."he breaks into a string of curses. "thing."
You are now known as Reed_S
N`Mor nods in confusion to Trent, but shrugs, and lends a paw in the pushing.
Reed_S continues to help lift...
SteveM gets up and strolls over to the window... "You said you could detect 
where these people have taken others, right?"
<Maeryn> you all manage to move the thing a couple inches
<Reed_S> for reference, that's 35*40 for lifting capacity
<Rick> "If only I had th APC.
Trent resists the urge to stop pushing and start shooting.
<Rick> +"
Maeryn looks at Steve a bit helplessly.."I said I could follow the rift..."
<Trent> Reed: crazies are 2x that also.
<Reed_S> that's 2800 lbs.
<Trent> Juicers are 4x that.
<Reed_S> (for me)
Anya looks at what everybody is doing, decides to help push, although it's gonna 
do a whole lot of good.
<SteveM> "I think somebody else might have made a minor one just now..." *points 
to where the guards were*
<Rick> <OOC> how heavy is this thing?
<Reed_S> Trent's lifting 3200 lbs of the thing.
<Reed_S> N`M: what's yer PS?
<Trent> 6400
<Maeryn> if anyone is looking down they notice a strange light barely visible 
under the thing
<_Will> Hafta run an errand... be back in a few minutes.
<Reed_S> Trent: my bad.
Maeryn shakes her head at Steve.. "there haven't been any rifts since we got 
here."
<SteveM> (last quote was to Mae, jsyk)
<Rick> "Hey Maeryn, Check this out!"
<N`Mor> 22
Anya hmmms..."If only we had a lever..."
<N`Mor> 880 pounds o' lift ;P
Reed_S recalculates the figures... 5600 lbs for me.
Trent wasn't looking down, is probably fairly oblivious anyway.
<SteveM> *to Mae* "So Kasia and the rest haven't been Riftnapped again?"
Anya looks at Rick.  "What's up?"
<Trent> Reed: No, you were right the first time.
Maeryn shrugs at Steve.. "nope."
<Rick> "Maybe this light can help us get out of here."
<SteveM> *to Mae, muttered* "Thanks anyway"
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<Prozac> [Ch`Dith] Don't you hate lengthy info lines?
SteveM turns back toward the rest of the laborers
<Anya> "Light?"
Maeryn looks at Steve "sorry"
<Reed_S> "Sure, *we* can get home... what aboput the others?"
Reed_S *glares* at Rick
<SteveM> "'s all right... nothing you or I could've done..."
Rick gestures down to the floor under the big heavy thing.
Anya looks where Rick is pointing..."You're right, there's a light."
Ch`Dith <OOCly> kicks his comp for crashing...
SteveM <OOC> witnesses all his RHPS flashbacks come back all at once!
Trent keeps pushing. "One..thing..at..a..time."
<Maeryn> Steve.. RHPS?
<SteveM> "Dammit, I need a smoke."
Reed_S helps push as well..
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<SteveM> Mae: Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Anya throws a bit more weight into pushing the beast in the hopes that her 
little bit will help.
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SteveM trots over to the big thing
<Maeryn> the thing moves another coupla inches and the light is a bit more 
visible
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Roight. What'd I miss?
Ch`Dith *HEAVES* at the thing
<Trent> Ch`D: We're pushing some big heavy thing.  That's about it.
SteveM looks at the light. "What do you all make of this?"
<Anya> "It's a light.  Maybe an exit?  But that wouldn't explain why it's on the 
ground."
<Ch`Dith> Mae: Do I sense any kind of enchantment from the light?
N`Mor turns around, and throws his back into pushing the thing.
<Maeryn> the thing gets pushed another inch and you can see a crack in the 
ground
<Maeryn> Ch.. don't think so.. what can you sense?
Ch`Dith gives a snarl of effort, sets his claws firmer to the ground and heaves 
again
<Ch`Dith> Mae: Any kind of enchantment, magic circles, the like.
N`Mor <ooc> ponders how utterly insane the strength of a Juicer dragon would be 
;)
Anya pushes with everything she's got in trying to make a difference in moving 
this sucker.
<Ch`Dith> I'd also know if there's a ley line, nexus point or dragon nearby.
Reed_S continues to push
<Trent> N`Mor: That's one of the reason's it doesn't work on 'em.
SteveM takes a knee near the crack and tests for fresh air with a hand
<Rick> Maeryn: Is there anything in the room we can use to pry it.
<Trent> Titan Juicers are bad enough.
<Maeryn> Ch.. not exactly.. but maybe
<Ch`Dith> "There is *snarl* something about that *grunt* light..."
<Maeryn> Steve.. you don't feel a breeze
<Reed_S> there is the Dragon Juicer, but that's a juicer dependant on dragon 
blood.
SteveM finds a point to attack and throws his weight back into the moving of the 
big thing.
<Ch`Dith> Reed: Those are rare, I take it?
<Trent> Ch`D: Quite
Rick looks around to see if gtheres a pole or a bar or something to help move 
the Bigheavything.
<Ch`Dith> (seeing as how dragons tend to be uncooperative in giving blood and 
all)
<Reed_S> *nod*
<Maeryn> eventually you manage to shove the big thing aside.. but you are all 
worn out in the proccess
Trent is even probably pretty close, even with a PE of 28
Ch`Dith wheezes, breathes heavily.
<Anya> "Give me *oof* a lever *uff* and I can *erf* move the world!" *kerfall*
<Maeryn> you see the crack is roughly squarish in shape and about a meter across 
each side
Anya lies on the skeletons, not even caring for the moment.
<Ch`Dith> "I thought *wheeze* we just *gasp* did."
SteveM turns around with his back to the bigthing and collapses into something 
resembling a sitting position.
Rick sits down to catch his breath.
Ch`Dith flops down ungracefully and curls up.
Trent wavers slightly, breathes heavily. There are advantages to being a juicer.
N`Mor collapses to all fours, nostrils flaring.
<Maeryn> there is a faint light seeping through the crack
Ch`Dith eyes the light warily
<Rick> <OOC> Trent: But longevity isn't one of them.
Anya doesn't care right now.
Reed_S collapses in exhaustion..
SteveM leans over and tries to peer into the crack
Rick gets his breath back, and looks through the crack for the source of the 
light.
N`Mor decides that physical exertion after being mostly dead was a bad idea, 
falls flat to his stomach, wheezing.
Anya sits up, still breathing fairly heavily and gazes around.
Trent got his breath back, remembers some things. Like a good part of the party 
being missing.
<Maeryn> Steve.. each side is a bit too small to see anything.. but it looks as 
though you could pry up the piece of ground covering it
Ch`Dith regains his breath, starts hauling the piece of ground.
Trent tenses and walks over to Steve. "Okay, that was great excercise and all, 
but what does that have to do with getting everyone back?"
SteveM gets out his vibrosword (still in the sheath) and tries to pry away with 
whatever strength he has remaining.
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<SteveM> *to Trent* "Shut up and help me pry this dirt clod off."
Reed_S rolls for intelligence
<Reed_S> 80... too high :P
<Maeryn> the ground moves easily from the spot
Rick uses his survival knife to help.
<Maeryn> Reed.. what's the roll for?
Anya pulls out her jackknife and helps.
Trent twitches behind his helmet, grabs the dirt clod in one hand and throws it 
off.
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<SteveM> What do we see down there now?
<Rick> wb ch`dith
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Argh. X just blew up in my face.
<Trent> 're again, Ch`D
<Anya> "Yow."
<Maeryn> a girl ascends from the hole in the ground
<Reed_S> Mae: scratch the roll...
Anya cleans the knife off and sticks it back in her pocket.
<Anya> "Err...hello?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> I miss anything?
<Maeryn> the light is gone now
<SteveM> "hello...."
Rick puts his survival knife away
<Anya> <OOC> we pried up the sod, and this lady appeared.
<Maeryn> "hello"
Ch`Dith eyes the girl, offhandly checks for evilsense
N`Mor is semi-snoring now.
Trent resists going for any of his guns. Barely.
<SteveM> *muttered* "Great. One girl for the price of two. This isn't good."
<Rick> ***to strange floating lady*** "Who are you?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Meeth channels Vorlons?
Trent oocly thought she just climbed out, but ohwell.
Reed_S fingers his Zweihander
<Maeryn> any of you that speak American can add Trade Four to your languages
<Reed_S> Mae: that's all of us.
<Reed_S> :)
Anya takes a deep breath.  "Things progress wildly weirder and weirder."
<Maeryn> "Hey.. Yer a strange looking bunch. Kind of wimpy looking for this 
place."
<Ch`Dith> Mae: also litearacy if appropriate?
<Reed_S> "Wimpy?"
<Maeryn> she climbed out
<Trent> "Heh.  And what are YOU doing here?"
Ch`Dith looks at the woman, one eyebrow ridge raised.
<SteveM> "Hey. A bunch of our friends got riftnapped, ok?"
<SteveM> "We're just here to get them and head home."
<Reed_S> "We have a druggie, a dragon, and a bull, not to mention me, and she 
calls us 'wimpy'?"
<Rick> <OOC> Reed: I don't see any languages on here.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> *grumble* irssi makes X blow up and epic drops lines. Why can't 
a client work right for once?
<Reed_S> Rick: American is automatic for Coalition soldiers
Anya smiles. "Welcome to wherever we are, Reed." 
<Maeryn> normal American speakers have Trade Four at 50% plus iq bonuses.. 
literacy would prolly have to be learned.. but easier than learning a new 
language
<Ch`Dith> "While we are on the subject, where is this anyway?"
<Maeryn> "Hey.. No offense or anything.. but look around.. most of these 
creatures could've eaten you all for breakfast.."
<N`Mor> <ooc> Literally.
<Ch`Dith> "One did. It got heartburn."
<Reed_S> "Literally"
Trent points at the big thing. "It did."
<Maeryn> "This is Lord Klynn's Blood Dome."
<Reed_S> "Blood... Dome?
SteveM eyes Trent. "Really?"
<Anya> "Splugorth here too."
SteveM then eyes the newcomer. "So how do we get some of our friends back from 
the guards here?"
<Maeryn> the girl laughs a bit.. "You all did that?" she looks over at the big 
thing you all crawled out of.
Anya sighs, kinda guessed it, it's a shame, though.
<Trent> <ooc> Oh, good.  We're already on Phaseworld.
<Anya> "Yes, from the inside out." 
<Rick> "You have any idea where our friends were taken?"
<Maeryn> "What kinda guards took your friends?"
Reed_S goes out, drags the dead one back in.
<_Will> Back, unless I already said so.
<SteveM> *to Mae* "The same ones we busted the window on."
<Maeryn> "You all shouldn't hang around too long. Sluggy here was Lord Klynn's 
favorite champion."
N`Mor groans, and sits back on his haunches.
<Anya> "Do you know a way out?"
<Ch`Dith> ""Sluggy shouldn't have eaten something that disagreed with him.
<Trent> "Great.  What she said."
<Ch`Dith> +"
Anya walks open and shakes N'Mor.  "Time to wake up, moo cow." Anya then smiles.
N`Mor blehs at the small woman and rises, albeit wobbly, to his hooves.
<Anya> s/open/over *typistnuke*
<SteveM> *to Mae* "That's all well and good, but how the heck does that answer 
my question?"
<Maeryn> the girl looks at Anya.. "Out? The best way is the way I came in. 
Everywhere else will get you mauled by the guards."
<Ch`Dith> "Then lead the way."
<Reed_S> "One thing. Who are you?"
<Trent> "Yeah, we noticed.  Like we said, we had a few people taken by them."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Mae: any evilsense from her?
<Reed_S> <OOC> </vorlon>
<Maeryn> Ch.. nope
SteveM @hello?s the fae being fluttering near him
Anya mutters something in Russian.
<Maeryn> the girl looks over the guard.. "Not the friendly sort.. you said they 
took some of your friends?"
<Trent> "Yeah.  We'd kind of like to get them back."
<Reed_S> <muttered> "'Kind of'?"
<Maeryn> Steve.. at the moment Mae isn't saying much.. just the girl that 
climbed out of the hole in the ground
Anya goes back to observing.
Trent pointedly ignores Reed's comment on his understatement.
Rick murderizes his Typist.... Very messily.
<SteveM> *to Trent* "More like a moral imperative, it would seem."
<Maeryn> "Yer best bet is to find yer own way out and get help to find your 
friends. You're not likely to survive if you don't know what you're up against."
<Anya> "Then lets get out.  We're doing a lot of good debating in a Blood Dome."
<Maeryn> "How long has that guard been dead?"
<Reed_S> *to girl* "One thing doesn't compute here.  Who *are* you, how do you 
know about this exit, and does this place have any Twinkies?"
<Ch`Dith> "A few minutes."
<SteveM> "Trent just killed him what, ten minutes ago?"
<Anya> "Something like that."
<Maeryn> the girl looks at Reed curiously.. "What's a twinkie?"
Anya starts laughing.
<Reed_S> "Great.  Two and a half hours, and I'm normal again." *frown*
Trent looks over strangely at Anya
<Maeryn> "C'mon.. there's not much time left before the guard's friends get 
here." 
SteveM picks up his stuff, gets it all together, and jumps down the hole.
<Maeryn> the girl starts down through the hole in the ground, motioning you to 
follow
Reed_S looks at the girl, looks at the dead guard, and at the girl again.  "Lead 
the way, toots."
Ch`Dith eyes the hole, wonders if he'd fit. 
Trent follows behind the girl and Steve
N`Mor shrugs, and follows suit.
Anya quits laughing, grabs her rifle off the ground where she left it, and goes 
on.
Ch`Dith shrugs, snaps his fingers, and drops down the hole in human form.
<Maeryn> *to Reed* "Strange time to ask me to play for you.. perhaps later."
Rick follows the rest of the group
Reed_S follows as well, Zweihander at the ready.
<Maeryn> the girl climbs down.. you are lead down what appears to you all from 
earth to be a sewer tunnel of sorts.. without the sewage
Trent silently follows.
Anya overhears the comment to Reed, just smiles some more and ponders 
linguistics.
SteveM follows along as well, C-12 at the ready
<Rick> "Oh great so nowe we've ended up in New York City."
<Rick> -e
<Maeryn> the hole above you is closed and the tunnel seems to go on endlessly in 
mostly dark.. every so often it turns
<Reed_S> "No way... Mad Hatten is cleaner."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Rick knows 20th century history? Not friggin' likely.
SteveM turns on the lowlight and proceeds as before
<Reed_S> Rick: a better reference for you would be Level 5 of Chi-Town
<Anya> <OOC> That would be more in char with me, and I'm too busy observing to 
say much of anything.
<Maeryn> "how did you all get here?"
<Rick> oh ok I didn't know that.
Trent clicks on the low light in his helmet
<N`Mor> "Voodoo magic."
<Anya> "Involuntarily rifted.  Magic is the best explanation."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Rick: read the Rifts main book some time... Coalition is in the 
habit of keeping everyone but the elite as ignorant as possible. The soldiers 
even more so.
Rick pulls a flashlight out of his utility belt.
Ch`Dith doesn't, sees just fine in the dark.
Reed_S clicks on his nightvision...
Anya pulls the binoculars back down on her eyes, so she can follow the reddish 
shapes.
<Maeryn> "voodoo magic.. you allied with Lord Klynn?"
<Rick> <OOC> Ch`dith: I don't own any of the books.
<Reed_S> It was an accident.
Trent shakes his head.
<Anya> "There's no way in hell I'd have anything to do with Spluggies."
<Reed_S> +""
<Ch`Dith> "No, we were sent here against our will."
Anya ponders, tries to recall the exact passage from Tarn that talked of the 
Splugorth of Atlantis.
<Reed_S> "It was *not* voluntary.  I was just enjoying a beer, when this fight 
broke out.  I got involved in the middle, and *boom* ended up here."
<Ch`Dith> "That is more or less what happened to us all.
<Ch`Dith> "
<Maeryn> eventually the tunnel opens into a small room
<SteveM> "Nope, furthest thing from it. We're just some people who got caught in 
the wrong place at the wrong time and we would be DAMNED if we are just gonna 
let our friends rot in some alternate dimension."
Anya concentrates.
<Maeryn> "Your friends are lucky to have you as friends.. not many would fight 
the sploogies to rescue friends."
<Anya> "Somebody calling himself Splugorth the Terrible?  Is that what Tarn 
said, or not?"
<Maeryn> the girl wanders into another room.."you all want something to drink?"
<Ch`Dith> "Thank you, no."
<Rick> "
<Reed_S> "No thanks."
<Rick> None for me, thanks."
<SteveM> "I think I speak for the 'druggie' here when I say that me and him 
would storm the gates of Hell with a bucket of water to get our friends back. 
Coffee, please."
Trent nods and pulls off his helmet. "What do you have?"
Anya sighs...can't remember all the details, damn."
<Anya> -"
Trent chuckles. "Bucket hell, a can of soda even."
Anya smiles.  "No, Trent would be fighting fire with fire." 
<SteveM> *to Trent* "But who's counting?" *he smiles his first real smile since 
the battle in the Blood Dome*
<Maeryn> the girl hands Trent a glass filled with a lavender liquid.. 
"Sgadleberrie juice.. best thing around."
Rick laughs... "Not even Give me a coffee coolata and a chinese fan."
<Reed_S> *CUT*
Trent looks at it, mentally shrugs and takes a drink
<Reed_S> Rick: There are no Dunkin Donuts in the Rifts-world...
Ch`Dith <OOCly> stops acting and looks at Ars.
Anya looks at Trent.  "How's it taste?"
<Reed_S> so you wouldn't even *know* about that drink.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> "Dog Boy Donuts" ?
<Anya> <OOC> "Prosek Donuts...when the Emperor wants a snack."
<Maeryn> the girl takes a seat on the floor and looks at Anya.. "so is this Tarn 
one of your friends?
SteveM is not touching that one with a Super SAMAS and its quite tense pilot Who 
Shall Remain Nameless.
<Maeryn> "
Trent takes another sip. "Not bad at all."
<Anya> "Oh, I wish!  No, just a hero of mine, I've read her books."
Rick watches trent to see if he croaks from the drink.
<Reed_S> "Well, if the druggie likes it, I guess I'll try some."
<Maeryn> Trent.. it tastes something like raspberry pineapple juice might
Anya shrugs, decides to live dangerously, asks for one also. 
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Rick: Trent is constantly poisoning himself anyways. there's not 
much up to and probably including pure arsenic that could affect 'im anyways.
<Trent> <ooc> Wow, I can actually imagine that.
<SteveM> *to newcomer* "What the heck. I hope you have plenty to spare."
<Maeryn> the girl gets up and brings glasses of the juice to everyone
Ch`Dith decides to try at least a sip to see how it tastes.
SteveM removes his helmet and experimentally takes a snort.
N`Mor sniffs at the glass.
Reed_S takes a sip, then down the entire glass.
Rick still declines until averyone else has drank their's.
<Rick> -a+e
<Trent> Ch`D: Actually, I prolly could drink pure arsenic, though I think it 
might be eat.
Anya sips. 
<Ch`Dith> "Interesting taste."
Trent looks at his bonus of +15 to save vs toxins.
<Maeryn> the juice doesn't have any effect other than tasting good and making 
you feel refreshed after the hard labor and climbing through the dark
<Reed_S> "Miss, you still haven't answered my question. Who are you?"
SteveM @hrms approvingly. (OOC: Kinda like Harvey Keitel in Pulp Fiction on 
trying the coffee)
<Maeryn> "Name's Leyla."
Rick sees that noones dieing so He drinks his.
Anya idly pulls out the journal in an attempt to note the last few hours
<SteveM> <OOC> Somewhere, Eric Clapton is smiling.
<Maeryn> "Tell me about your friends."
<SteveM> "Steve Mitchell. I'm their guru--er, leader."
<Reed_S> <OOC> guru?
<Ch`Dith> "I am Ch'Dith."
<SteveM> <OOC> Completely random thought... late and tired. Deal or something. 
;)
Rick motions a slight salute. "my name's Rick Henkerton."
<Trent> "I'm Trent Harris, a wimp or something."  He smiles a bit as he 
contradicts the obvious.
Anya smiles quietly, looks up from the book.  "Anya Morchenko, scholar."
<Reed_S> "Reed Somerset, resident whacko."
<_Will> "Will Robinson, known as The Absent."
<_Will> ;)
Reed_S idly fingers his cylinders... "I need to regrow my hair to hide these."
<Trent> *chuckle*
Anya looks at Reed, smiles, and scrawls s'more.
<Maeryn> Leyla glances at Anya's journal.. "You're a writer?"
<Anya> "A bit of one."
<Trent> "The ones who got grabbed are a 'lady' named Kasia, a guy named Vix, and 
Vander, some sort of runt mechanic."
<SteveM> "Well, one of them is..." *describes Kasia* "She means a lot to me." 
*describes Ru* "She, on the other hand, means something to me (being one of the 
people in my group), but I figure she might mean more to Trent."
<Ch`Dith> "*to steve* The Singer was not here when we arrived."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> dammit, s/singer/Weaver/
<Maeryn> Leyla smiles at Steve.. "That's so romantic.. you all can rest here for 
a while. We may hear about your friends."
Trent nods slightly. "Ru`ach... well, we don't know what happened to her."
<Rick> "I guess the easiest way to describe Vander is a "Bowling ball with 
hair."
<Reed_S> "We?"
<SteveM> *to Ch'Dith* "Nevertheless, we went down into that rift to fetch her as 
well as the rest of y'all."
Anya smiles, jots that in the margin, and goes back to the main tale of her 
narrative.
<Reed_S> (the last to Leyla)
<Rick> *to Leyla* "There are more of you?"
<Maeryn> *to Reed* "My friends and I."
<Anya> <OOC> brb
Ch`Dith nods at Steve. "I know."
Trent sighs and finishes his drink before he gets a twinge from his stomach. 
"Err...I hate to be rude, but do you have anything to eat?"
<SteveM> *to Leyla* "And just who would your friends be?"
<Reed_S> *to Trent* "Pig."
<Rick> <OOC> BRB.
Trent glares at Reed, as if sizing him up to play a role in putting a dent in 
the floor.
Rick is now known as Rick_AFK
<Maeryn> Leyla wanders into the other room again and returns with trays of 
snacks
<Trent> "Thank you."  He walks over to one of the trays and gets some food.
<Maeryn> *to Steve* "My friends? People I know and like to visit." 
<SteveM> *to Leyla* "But will they be able to help us?"
<Maeryn> "If they like you they might."
SteveM nods...
Reed_S heads over to a corner, starts scribbling on his notepad.
<Reed_S> *to himself* "We need a map, and I need my Twinkies."
N`Mor stretches, and sits down against the wall, fishing around in his greens 
pouch... which appears to be empty. He frowns, or at least as much as his Bovine 
face allows him to.
<Ch`Dith> "So what can you tell us about this *spreads his arms to indicate the 
world in general* place?" 
<Maeryn> Leyla offers you a place to rest until she hears about your friends
<Reed_S> Kei: how long has it been since we left the arena?
<Maeryn> Reed.. hour or so
<Maeryn> maybe two
<Reed_S> my three-hour limit's approaching fast..
<Anya> <OOC> b...*grumble, coke machine isn't behaving*
<Reed_S> if I don't get a Twinkie before we get back to Earth, I'm gonna be next 
to useless.
Rick_AFK is now known as Rick
<Rick> bak
Trent tries to be patient and wait for Leyla to find out about their friends. 
Fails miserably and starts pacing nervously.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Patience not being a Juicer virtue.
<Trent> Ja, one might say that.
Rick checks his bag. Finds 1 last Twinkie.
Reed_S heads over to the snacks, tries to find something close to a Twinkie...
<SteveM> <OOC> Or a Crazy for those who have Power By Association.
<Maeryn> Leyla clears away the food dishes 
<Rick> "Reed. Here."
Anya notes a last few things and closes the journal.  Looks up.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> in the same way that smallness is not a common virtue of, say, 
astronomical bodies.
Reed_S takes the Twinkie from Rick.  "Thanks, kid."
<Maeryn> Leyla notices Reed's snack.. "Wow.. not many people that come through 
here like Chocas."
<Reed_S> "Chocas?"
<Rick> "Chocas?"
Reed_S downs the Twinkie while saying that... feels a slight surge of power.
Trent starts pacing more rapidly. It seems like anyone who would get in his way 
would stand a chance of getting trampled.
Anya looks up.  "I'd guess that's the local equivalent to Twinkies, Reed."
<Reed_S> "Hrrm... I'll have to see if it works as well."
<Maeryn> "Chocas.. my friends think they're much too salty." she brings Reed 
something similar to his Twinkie
<Ch`Dith> "A rose by any other name?" 
Reed_S examines it, takes an experimental bite.
<Rick> *To Leyla* You, by any chance, don't have any Chocas here. Do you?"
<Rick> +"
Anya hmmms, watches there be interesting linguistic conondrums in this place.
<Reed_S> Rick: <OOC> Why? You don't have an addiction to 'em.
<Maeryn> Leyla gets a plate of Chocas and sets it on the table.
<Reed_S> "Hrrm... It's a Twinkie, alright."
<SteveM> "Chocas. Sounds like something you'd get in Mexico."
Anya oddly reaches over, to test her theory of linguistic conondrums.
<Anya> +and grabs one
<Maeryn> "Mexico? What's that?"
<Rick> <OOC> Reed: No but it wouldn't hurt to get a supply of them. just in 
case.
<SteveM> "Some place from where we come from. It used to be a country at one 
point."
Reed_S eyes the plate, and realizes he left his backpack on the cycle. :P
Anya takes a bite.  "Yeah, twinkees.  Salty must be equal to sweet here."
Trent is pacing at about his full running speed now. He abruptly stops as he 
realizes what he's doing, goes over into a corner and tries to sit still.
<Reed_S> "Anyone have anything to carry some of these in?"
Maeryn ponders calling it early tonight...
<Reed_S> "And is there a map of this place?"
Ch`Dith offers his bandolier
Anya opens back up the journal and notes these interesting linguistic oddities.  
*scratch*
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> fine by me. Need some sleep anyways.
Rick loads his backpack with twinkies.
<Maeryn> "A map? This place is much too big for a map."
<Reed_S> fine here, too.
<_Will> Any chance of me making it in by next game?
<SteveM> Will: perhaps... it'll be on the 19th, keep in mind
<Maeryn> Will.. yep.. send me yer char sheet.. keili@cyberzone.net
<_Will> Would you really prefer it by mail or at 
http://members.xoom.com/lifemage/jihaddi/Will.txt ?
Trent idly ponders himself pacing at 35 mph.
<Anya> Will: GM's like having their own copy.
<_Will> email it is.
<Maeryn> Leyla shows you to another room.. larger with something resembling 
large cushions tossed around the floor "You can rest here while we wait to hear 
about your friends."
<Maeryn> Ch.. there's room for a dwagon here
<Maeryn> and we'll pick it up there in two weeks
SteveM tries to rest but doesn't really.... <OOC> worrying is a bitch, ain't it?
Reed_S goes in, and sleeps.
Ch`Dith clears a large area of cushions, shifts back to dragon form and hunkers 
down, nose to tailtip
Rick follows and takes a sort nap.
Trent walks in and lies down, still in his armor. Ends up staring at the ceiling 
the whole night.
<Rick> +h
Anya places the laser rifle on the floor neatly, and then just crashes, not even 
taking off her armour or anything.
N`Mor feels a bit clausterphobic, living in the open wastelands for much of his 
time on this earth, but somehow manages to get a fitful rest.
<Ch`Dith> another one?
Trent sighs, gets up about halfway through the night and goes out to the other 
room to resume pacing.
Ch`Dith perks op when he hears movement, watches Trent pace.
Ch`Dith . o O (You worry about the Weaver.)
Rick wakes from a nightmare and walks around the other room with trent.
Reed_S sits up, unable to sleep, starts sharpening his sword in the main room.
Trent jolts slightly. . o O (Yes, and the others.)
Anya stirs slightly because things are rather uncomfortable.
N`Mor just snores faintly.
Ch`Dith . o O (As do I... But right here and right now all we can do is wait, 
and regain our strength for when strength is needed.)
Anya looks around with half-closed eyebrows.
<N`Mor> <ooc> half-closed.... eyebrows?
SteveM beats his pillow a few times.
<Anya> <OOC> grr..typist error.
Ch`Dith . o O (There is a time to all things. Now is the time to wait and rest. 
There will be a time to fight. Soon. )
<Anya> <OOC> brain is running ahead of typist. :)
Ch`Dith . o O (But not now. Rest.)
<Reed_S> "So... Trent, right?  Tell me about your friend."
<Trent> . o O (*sigh* Things were so much simpler before.  Good night.)
Trent slows down and stops pacing. "Yeah, it's Trent.
<Trent> +"
Anya hears people talking, snaps awake.
Ch`Dith . o O (*wry amusement* Ahh... Nostalgia. Good night.)
Ch`Dith lays his head on his tail again and closes his eyes.
Anya sits up quietly and looks over the room.  Watches people sleep.
<Reed_S> "For instance, this 'Ru' we're looking for.  What's she like?"
<Trent> *sigh* "Ru`ach I just met a couple weeks ago.  At first, I think I was 
just siding with her because Kasia wouldn't stop bugging her.  Now though...I 
don't know really."
<Reed_S> "She must mean a lot to you."
Anya realizes sleep isn't going to return easily, heads out to the other room.
Rick sees anya enter the room. "Anya. What were you write in that book of 
yours?"
<Trent> "Yeah, she does.  When I found out that she wasn't with the 
other...well, I lost it a bit."
<Anya> "Stuff.  Observations.  Notes to myself.  Ideas.  Nothing much, really."
<Trent> "Heh.  Speaking of which, I'm sorry I almost got to the point of 
attacking you back there with the guard."
<Rick> "so how was it that you ended up in this group?
<Rick> +"
<Reed_S> "Hey, don't mention it.  Ever since I unwillingly received these ... 
things, I've been a little high-strung."
SteveM prefers to let Anya answer this one
<Anya> "I met them at Fort Reid.  Was heading back to El Paso, and stuck with 
them instead.  I don't know why I did it at the time, just had an idea that it 
would be a good idea, but..."
Anya *shrugs*  "Life has a way of changing things for me swiftly, suddenly, and 
ruthlessly."
SteveM stops pretending to be asleep. "You're not alone amongst the unwilling, 
Reed."
<Rick> "you kinda wish you had continued on to El Paso?"
<Trent> "Unwillingly?  Geez.  At least this I meant to do to myself."  He 
fingers one of his tubes.
<Anya> "No...actually, I'm glad I stuck around."
<SteveM> "I meant to be a panzerboy, myself. In a way, I'm a bit like you."
<Anya> "Things are more interesting, and I'm seeing places I never would have 
otherwise." *wry smile*
<Reed_S> "Yeah... I came across the Coalition experimenting with control chips 
in Juicers in Newtown, so they had their allies there rewire my brain so no one 
would believe me."
<SteveM> *to Trent, I might add*
<Trent> <ooc> *LOL*
Rick gets bored and starts to sing softly to himself.
<Reed_S> <OOC> Juicer Uprising reference.
Anya nods.
<Reed_S> }:]]
<Reed_S> -}
Reed_S drops an anvil on his typoist
<SteveM> <OOC> Spotted that a mile off.
Ch`Dith . o O (Everyone, at times, regrets the paths not taken. )
<Reed_S> }:]
Anya wryly nods.
<Reed_S> <OOC> Steve: and way off track, as far as the truth is concerned. :]
Trent shrugs. "Yeah, but the difference is that you won't absolutely die before 
7 years are over, Steve."
Ch`Dith . o O (*mental equiv of sigh* What is done, is done. )
<SteveM> "Well, Ch'Dith, whatever regrets I have are few."
Anya smiles sadly, and thinks back.
<Rick> "But don't you wish you could go back and change things sometimes?"
Anya nods.
Ch`Dith stares off into nowhere, doesn't really appear to be listening... That 
last was more to himself than to others, it seems.
<SteveM> *to Trent* It certainly seemed like it where I came from. First one 
war, then another. And for what? A mudball and a populace that's so sick of war 
they turn in the fighters to the enemy in hopes of protecting what security they 
had."
<Anya> "Yes, I've oft wondered if I'd just done what my father and my brother 
had done, and how much easier things would have been.  No struggling for truth, 
knowing exactly the way things should be..."
<Rick> "Why? What were they?"
Anya looks at Rick.  "And yet, people still desert."
<Trent> "Schiesse.  I never realized...maybe I should have." *shrug*
<SteveM> "Then along came a suicide mission, and with that, a chance to make the 
invaders choke on the chicken bone that was the Earth."
<Reed_S> "Ignorance is bliss, and the truth hurts sometimes.  As a private eye, 
I've seen the truth hurt and heal, often at the same time."
SteveM nods....
<SteveM> "Little did I know I'd trade one Earth for another."
Trent chuckles softly at the mention of suicide missions. "Life is a suicide 
mission. If it helps, then it's been worth it. If it doesn't, well, the trip was 
fun."
Anya smiles at Rick.  "Same as you were, Coalition Soldiers."
<Rick> *To Anya* Desert? Who deserted you?"
<Reed_S> Rick: <OOC> she was refering to you.
<SteveM> *to Trent* "You know why I was so dodgy around Malik?"
<Rick> <OOC> Reed: She is?
<Trent> "Besides the fact that he was an asshole?"
<Anya> "Fate and Life play a brutal game of chess, with us as their pawns."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Rick: obvious to everyone apart from you apparently.
<Reed_S> <OOC> rick: yes.  You were a Coalition soldier who deserted your unit.
<Reed_S> <OOC> Remember?
<Anya> <OOC> Ayup, was referring to you. :)
<Rick> <ooc> Ohj yeah ok.
<SteveM> "Well, let me put it this way. The Earth I was born and raised in was 
much different than the one he was."
<Reed_S> "So you're a D-Bee.  Been there, done that, burned the T-shirt."
Anya looks off in space, thinking of the fatal break.
Trent shrugs. "I can't say I'm completely surprised, all things considered."
<Reed_S> "I think, here, we're all D-Bees."
Anya overhears Reed and smiles.
Rick walks around the room feeling a little down now.
<SteveM> "Looking back, I think I find it funny. The Coalition with a D-Bee in 
its hands and nobody was the wiser."
Anya speaks out loud.  "Imagine if Malik were here."
Trent chuckles at that thought. "Could I kill him then?"
<SteveM> "I mean what was I supposed to do?  If I even gave more than a few 
hints, I'd sign my own death warrant."
Anya looks at Rick.  "Where are you from?  What part of the Coalition?"
<SteveM> *to Anya* "He'd freak." *to Trent* "Given the fact that he tried to 
have Vander killed at Lone Star, yes."
Trent twitches. "Remind me about that if we ever see him again."
<Rick> <OOC> Reed: That's info I need from you. Where am I from?
<SteveM> *to Trent* "I'll even help."
<Rick> *to Anya* " I come from Missouri Just borderline the Coalition State and 
The Kingdom of of Kingsdale.
Trent focuses his thinking on Malik. Mainly to avoid thinking about Ru.
<Rick> +"
<Anya> "Missouri...Yeah, the forgotten State."
<Anya> "I'm from Lone Star in the first place, so..."
<Rick> " I needed to get out of 'west bumblef^&k' and see the world."
<SteveM> "I keep thinking of that note General Emerson left in the Plow's 
cockpit before I left Lone Star. I was planning to make Kasia read it; show her 
that even the Coalition has men of honor. But it seems like searching for honest 
men in the Coalition's like trying to find a needle in a pile of medical waste."
<Reed_S> <OOC> so eloquently put... :)
N`Mor awakens quietly, and notices that everyone save the dragon has awakened. 
He rises silently, and trudges into the adjacent room.
<Anya> "Completely understandable."
<Trent> "What note?"
<Rick> "Did you leave for the same reason?"
<Anya> "I left..."
<SteveM> "Here." *shows Trent a note....*
Anya falters, and tries to gain her thoughts.
<Reed_S> "I've seen some Coalition soldiers that were good men.  Kind of anti-
human at times, but still good people."
<Anya> "I'd been thinking things weren't so great and wonderful, but Lone Star's 
not a boring place.  The reason I left is because somebody was careless on a 
training mission and my brother got killed."
<Reed_S> "Still, I guess we can't blame them for being brainwashed by Emperor 
Prozac."
Trent reads it, then hands it back. "True there are always good men. Hell, even 
Colonel Larsen was Coalition."
<SteveM> <NOTE> "Fight the good fight, Mitchell. {signed} Gen. R. Emerson. PS: 
Get as far away from the Coalition as you can."
<SteveM> "Colonel Larsen. Haven't heard of him, I'm afraid."
Trent nods, forgot the wording.
<Reed_S> "Colonel Larsen, of Larsen's Brigade?"
SteveM OOCly pulled up the log.
<SteveM> *to Reed* "Shows you how deep in the loop I was." *chuckles*
Anya looks at Reed.  "My father was an honorable one."
<Trent> "He's a mercenary leader, commander of what's probably the largest 
military in America aside from the CS."
Rick thinks back to a time when he was in the coalition.
<Reed_S> "I don't doubt you, miss."
SteveM nods.
Anya thinks back on a time when she was proud to say she was a Coalition 
citizen.  
<SteveM> "I can vouch for that, Anya."
Anya smiles at Steve.  "Thanks again."
<SteveM> "No problem. Just help me with the disguise next time you get an urge 
to visit."
<Rick> "Wait a minute. Your brothers name was Morchenko? He was in my team."
<Anya> "Dmitrii?"
<Anya> "He might have still went by Mitka.  This happened some number of years 
ago."
<Rick> "I think we always called him 'D'."
Trent sighs, stretches out and puts his hands behind his head.
Ch`Dith OOCly ponders... IIRC Rick wasn't more than 19-20 years old or 
something.. Does the CS do child conscription?
<Reed_S> <OOC> Rick: You haven't been in the army that long, I think
<Anya> <OOC> It's my fault...I didn't mention this was years ago.   Or he could 
be thinking of Vova.
<Reed_S> <OOC> Ch: he's 17 or 18, and he voluntarily enlisted.
<SteveM> Ch'D: <OOC> Not a bad guess... mebbe around, say, 16 or so
<Reed_S> <OOC> Anya: Vova's yer kid brother?
<Anya> <OOC> Ayup.
<Reed_S> <OOC> Rick: new take... go with it being Vova Morchenko, not Dmitri.
<Rick> ok
Anya hmmms
<Reed_S> <OOC> Makes more sense, given the time frame.
<Rick> "Vova was your brother?"
<Anya> <OOC> Yeah, and just the right age.  I need to at least release 
quickdirty.txt for people.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> If he was in that group Rick was with... He was one of the guys 
we fought. Guess he didn't recognize Anya?
<Anya> "Da."
<Rick> "He was a great guy."
<Anya> <OOC> It's been about five years or so since Anya ran away, and Anya 
didn't get enough glimpses of people to see for sure.
<Anya> <OOC> As far as the family knew, Anya was dead.  Ask Steve. :)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> ah.
<Trent> "Steve?"
<SteveM> "urm?"
<Anya> "Neat.  Was he on the APC with you?"
<Trent> "You think we're going to see them again?  Alive, I mean?"
<SteveM> "Of course we will. Otherwise, think of the fun we'd have letting the 
Blood Dome burn."
<Rick> "At last I remember he was on my team. I beleive he was on the APC with 
me. what happened after that, I'm not sure."
<Trent> "I don't think it'd be the same, somehow.  Anyway, goodnight."
Ch`Dith . o O (*Feral mind-grin* We could do both...)
<SteveM> "No, not really. Night, Trent."
<SteveM> . o O (Did I ever tell you that I liked the way you think?)
Trent wanders back to the sleeping room area thing, pretends to sleep.
<Anya> "Heh...I hope he made it out of there alive.  At least my father knows 
I'm alive, even if I'm now an anti-Coalition rabblerouser.
Ch`Dith . o O (Once or twice, as I recall...)
Trent oocly should go, too. My head's trying to explode. =P
<Anya> <OOC> Pillage, rape, and loot, and maim, but just in moderation...
<Reed_S> <OOC> easy on the rape... there's been enough of that this season.
<Trent> G`Nite, all.
<Reed_S> <OOC> everything else, go for it.
Ch`Dith . o O (For that matter, knowing Vander there is a good chance that the 
building might choose to explode of its own accord due to sudden "mechanical 
failures")
<Reed_S> Cya, trent
<Rick> nite Trent
<SteveM> . o O (As entertaining as that thought would be -- not to mention 
downright satisfying -- I think we'll have to put a lid on it. If the Dome's at 
least a tenth of what Leyla described, we'll have to confine it to a smiple 
smash-and-grab.)
<Anya> "Ya goorak...but proud of it."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Reed: The Ru schtick?
Trent [KillJoy@mercury-1-64.mdm.mkt.execpc.com] has quit IRC (Oh, how I hate it 
when my head does this.  =P)
<Reed_S> *nod*
<SteveM> . o O (It's a safe bet the plumbing would be sorely tested.)
SteveM <OOCly> looks up, stuffs a typist down the 2-in. bore of Trent's UberGun, 
and testfires it.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> *snickersnortcackle* 
T..h..e..B..l..o..o..d..D..o..m..e..g..u..a..r..d..s..g..e..t..j..i..g..g..y..w.
.i..t..h..t..h..e..a..r..e..n..a..a..n..i..m..a..l..s
<Reed_S> <OOC> *LOL*
<Rick> bbbrb
Anya doodles in her journal in the early morning hours, trying to get the 
thousands of thoughts that crop to mind on paper.
<_Will> Ch'D: Uhh... WHAT?
<Reed_S> <ooc> 
S..p..l..u..g..o..r..t..h..g..e..t..j..i..g..g..y..w..i..t..h..t..h..e..b..l..i.
.n..d..w..o..m..e..n?
<Anya> <OOC> *snicker*
<SteveM> <OOC> Yeah, the women would HAVE to be blind to get jiggy with 
spluggies. %)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Will: read the session logs sometime... When Malik landed Van in 
the stockade he started flushing subversive messages in Morse.
Reed_S <OOC> can't seem to do that with the same style UL does.
<Reed_S> <OOC> Will: one of the messages was "Dead boys get jitty with dog 
packs."
<Reed_S> >:]
<Rick> <OOC> S..p..l..u..g..o..r..t..h..i..s..a..t..o..o..l...
<Reed_S> s/jitty/jiggy/
<Reed_S> <OOC> S..o..y..l..e..n..t..G..r..e..e..n..i..s..P..E..O..P..L..E..
<Reed_S> :]
Anya <OOC> plays TMBG-Older.
Reed_S <OOC> gets to work on his Godling... I need a good Greek name for 'im...
Rick ruffles through his pockets. *to Anya* "In fact I think this is for you." 
Hands her a letter.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Daphne?
<_Will> Right... well, am I safe in saying that the game is ended for tonight?
<Reed_S> Ch: him, not her.
<Reed_S> Will: pretty much...
<_Will> Alright.  Same time on the 19th?
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Tomas?
<Ch`Dith> *nod*
<Reed_S> as log-keeper, I gotta stay until the session's pretty much ended.
<_Will> Then see y'all then.
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N`Mor ain't getting much exp this session. ;)
Anya thanks Rick, and puts the letter in her journal, and heads back to bed.
Rick should get mad exp for this session.
<Ch`Dith> 's what you get for playing dead.
<Anya> <OOC> and that's that.
<N`Mor> *shrug* survival instinct. ;)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Um.. Vova thought Anya's dead... right?
<Reed_S> ch: *nod*
SteveM will probably end up crashing on the nearest couch-equivalent
<Anya> <OOC> Yeah, that'd be the best explanation.  I'm sometimes more apt to 
play along. :)
Anya watches the GM be asleep?
<Rick> <OOC> I was gonna say that he told me to give it to his family if I run 
into any of them.
<Reed_S> Rick: makes sense...
<Anya> Okay...hey, it works.  
<Rick> <OOC> Reed: So how'd I do this time?
<Reed_S> Rick: pretty good, actually...
<Anya> Rick: Let's put it this way, I actually enjoyed roleplaying with you.  
You did good. :)
N`Mor watches the GM be asleep too... literally.
<Reed_S> so long as Rick doesn't become Raenar, he'll do fine.
<Rick> thank you.
<Reed_S> N`M: so log her off...
<SteveM> <cue closing credits>
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Yer improving. Still got a ways to go and I *REALLY* suggest you 
spend a productive time at your nearest RP bookstore and read up on CS/deadboys 
in the main Rifts book... but yer getting there. Keep it up.
N`Mor nods, BRB.
Anya <OOCly> listens to the forrest gump theme, watches it make a decent closing 
theme to this episode.
<Rick> Reed: Can I borrow it from you?
<Reed_S> Rick: feel free to drop by tomorrow to read through the Coalition 
sections in my book...
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<Rick> it won't be tomorrow.
<Rick> going.
Rick [K75bhsh@bngr-107ppp110.epix.net] has quit IRC (ga2fo)
Reed_S grabs hold of the cylinders in his head and yanks hard, peeling the 
skincap off as well...
You are now known as Arsenal
SteveM is now known as J-Rock
Ch`Dith shrugs out of the fake dorsal ridges and plucks off his secondary horns.
Anya is now known as katster
Ch`Dith is now known as Shadur
<katster> Well...better.
<katster> Things are slowly going somewhere.
<J-Rock> Careful, the makeup department's gonna have your hide for that. (In a 
sense, they already do, but that's beside the point.)
<Shadur> Well, another session of introspection and remembering the past... and 
Ch'Dith managed to maneuver everyone out of asking *him* questions he doesn't 
feel ready to answer yet. }8=>
<katster> I noticed. :)
N`Mor is now known as DarkSide
Shadur goes... *THUD* for a couple hours.
<DarkSide> moo
<Arsenal> unmoo
Shadur [shadur@catv6150.extern.kun.nl] has quit IRC (In the beginning, the 
Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and is now widely 
considered a bad move.)
Arsenal watches his Godling need 2600 XP to reach L2..
<Arsenal> Cyas...
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