*** Log file opened: 8/7/99 10:27:33 PM ------- John Wayne Bobbit Memorial Line ------- (read: start of session) *wince* that was pretty awful. re Ars: Aren't we missing pplz? Ow. Kas: JR said to start without him if he wasn't here at the start of the session... dwagin: where's ship? An: sitting on my bed. Her flush.net connection got... well... ... flushed. Ch`Dith absently scratches himself. Again. anyways, last time we saw Ru, she was running away from the others... Trent hmms, was chasing after Ru IIRC. Trent: ja... Kasia grabs Ship Kasia is now known as Ru`ach 'lo Ru Moo, ship. Oi, Ru Fnord Ship. Anya OOCly waves at Ship. Moo and all. Okay... So far, yes. That may change, though. ;) :) *chuckle* Trent: as you're chasing Ru, you happen to pass by a construction site, and get smacked in the forehead by an I-beam... take off 29 SDC, and consider yourself with a headache.. Trent *SWEARS*, falls to the ground clutching his head. Ru`ach runs toward the APC. not to mention surrounded by a trio of slave borg laborers. o/~ Run, baby, run, baby, run, baby, run... o/~ "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ABOUT?!?" Possible name for session: "Trent Has a Really Bad Day" ;) "Trent Harris' day Off"? :) heheh. Trent winces, pulls himself to his feet. . o O (Oh shit.) "Simple," the apparent leader states. "We don't like Juicers." Trent: That aimed at someone specific or just in general? * Kasia takes the turntable off the stool and drags the second chair up to the comp... %) Trent mentally kicks himself in the ass for not wearing most of his weapons. Ch`D: General. Vander walks down the street towards the APC from the magic shoppe, where he hopes the old fart of a Maiar is getting his chuckles Ch`Dith OOCly *was* keeping an eye on the Weaver and Trent to make sure she was all right. Dunno if he catches this, though. "I don't like getting hit in the face with a fucking I beam much either." Kasia [aris@p85.amax12.dialup.sjc1.flash.net] has joined #Rifts Arsenal sets mode: +o Kasia re Anya Woo! ay, Kas. -Anya +Kasia And now, to see if I can type around WS2. %( Greetings, Dwagin/Melter! "Deal, Juicer. Now get out of Worth." o/~ Hit the road, Jack / And don't you come back / No more, no more, no more, no more... o/~ Do I see this little infraction of bad form? Van: nope OK Trent makes a mental note to come back much later with his gear. As it is, he ducks between a pair of the borgs and runs. . o O (Ch`Dith? You know where Ru is?) Arsenal rolls for possibilities... roll failed. Ru`ach is prolly to the APC by now? Ch`Dith . o O (Returning to the APC. Go there and stay with her. We are on our way.) Trent: you trip over a log, and land face first in wet cement. Is Rick shacked up in the APC with anyone? *runs* no I'm alone . o O (Rog. Err... shit. Which way is the APC?) "Fuck!" Van: Rick's with the rest of the team in the cafe, IIRC. Rick sends his bowling ball at Vander. 'k Ch`Dith looks thoughtful for a second, then looks back up. "I think we had better return to the APC." Trent pushes out of the wet cements, wipes as much of it as he can off of his face. the trio of borgs get a kick out of this, and basically get back to work... Vix looks up. "Something is amiss?" Ch`Dith nods. well, Anya's just reminded me that Rick is back at the APC.. Kasia frowns. "Why?" Trent flips 'em the bird, continues running towards where he thinks the APC is parked. " so, at the APC is Rick, and now Ru "Then let's go. Urgent, is it?" Ch`Dith . o O (*to kas* We will need to hurry, Singer. I sense the Weaver... may not allow herself to live until sunset.) Ars: Rick is *in* there? ask him. *muttered* "C'mon drugs, do your work and get rid of this headache. Now." and with that, Ch'Dith vanishes with the sound of fifty people whispering "foop" all he said last session was that he was heading back to the APC Kasia sighs. "Yay. Well, that's-" she cuts herself off. "Never mind." yeah I was getting ready in case the cop/father came after me. JakeW [moo@dial449.radiks.net] has left #Rifts Ch`Dith rolls 28. Teleport successful. Ars: Do I figure that out before or after I lock the door? ;) ru: After, I'd think. Ch`Dith reappears inside the APC, just outside Ru's room. Knocks. "Weaver?" Ru`ach grins. Vix stands and heads for the door, heading towards the APC. Van: you come across Trent, still half-covered in drying cement Ru`ach digs into her bag. Starts taking things out. Trent: the headache's gone... *to Trent* "Trip on something?" ... clothes. ... book of spells. and the bruise is starting to fade... not that it's noticable under the cement. "I *DON'T* want to talk about it. Am I going the right way for the APC?" *to Trent* "Yah. There a problem?" Ch`Dith . o O (Weaver? Please answer me.) "Yes." *Breaks into a run* ... flashlight. ... notepad. Van: you have a problem keeping up with Trent, and fall behind him. Vix checks his pistol, and slides it back into the holster inside his robe, then continues hurridly towards the APC. ... Vander stands where Trent left him, blinking. Then it registers. "Oh, fark...Ru!" *breaks into a run after Trent* ... gun. Ch`Dith . o O (*slightly more forceful* WEAVER.) I'd *HOPE* Vander would have a problem keeping up with me. Ch`Dith . o O (RU. LISTEN TO ME.) Ars: are the doors to the APC open? Rick: outside door is locked... With as clumsy as you are today, maybe not :) not sure about the top hat. hatch, even Trent oocly smite Vander Doesn't rick have the keys? is anyone outside the doors? Nope. I took them from him Rick: whoever showed up first, methinks. Ru`ach sits there, with the gun in her hand, and just stares into space. Trent will be shortly, barring any more unforseen trips. Pun intended. Ru and Ch'dith are inside. although in separate sections. Rick opens the doors from the inside. Ch`Dith knocks on the door to Ru's room again, then opens it. Vander pulls up next to the APC, puffing and blowing, out of wind, then tries to open the hatch Ch'D: *blink* locked, is it not? Trent tries the hatch too. Trent: top hatch is open The APC door, yes. You didn't mention the room door. Vander pulls out the keys he took from rick and unlocks the main hatch Trent grimaces, jumps up to the top of the APC and drops down the top hatch. Vix shows up at the APC, and catches sight of Trent and Vander on top of it. do I see them? Ch'D: Prolly is, too. Vix: Vander's at the side door. Vander goes in and finds folx gathered at Ru's door Rick: you inside or outside the APC? Watch, I land on Ch`D. Wait, shouldn't give the GM ideas. inside. Ars: Whoops. Oops. Trent: depends... Ch: you in humanform or dwagonform? human. ouch ok... Trent lands beside you.. Bah, he's probably not standing under the top hatch. Ars: is the side door open? and yes, rick, you see them. Vix: Vander just got it open. *to Ch'D* "What's the sit?" Trent stands up. "Ru's inside?" *to Vander* Hey! half pint. Give me my keys back." +" Vix walks over to the APC, and enters through the side door, taking note of people gathering around Ru's door. He approaches the group, but doesn't say anything. Vander ignores Rick Kasia and Steve make it to the APC about this time Vander tries the keys at Ru's door Ch`Dith nods. "Ru? Ru, can ye hear me?" SteveM [slider@ktc4-044.ktc.com] has joined #Rifts 'lo Steve re Steve Ru`ach is on her knees, facing away from the door. Plays with the gun a little. Trent sets mode: +o SteveM Ay, Tanker hey steve re... I hope my mom didn't ruin the game for everybody Neg. not yet Steve: We're at the APC, with Ru about to cap herself Steve: quick sitch: Ru's locked herself in the cockpit of the APC, everyone else is in the main section. Van: Kasia told me think *to Trent* Go to her. Keep her from doing anything unwise. *shouted* "Ru!" Ch`Dith throws in a / Ars: Except me. Vander gets the door unlocked and yells at folx to back up so he can open it . o O (If ANYONE can get inside her head now, DO IT!) *backs up* yeah... where is Anya, anyways? ars: I was in the cocpit of the APC before I opened the door. I would've seen here. right? Ars: Somewhere where there's solitude. That's the way I had it phrased. SteveM gets an idea and unlocks his locker with his armor in it Kasia sends a glare at Steve. . o (There are some things I will not do, even for *you.*) well, there's only a few rooms *in* an APC... Vander gets into the control room, smacks the gun out of Ru's hand SteveM gets his shield out and throws it on there's the main room, the cockpit, the toilet, and the bay with the cycles. Trent gets out of the way of the door, goes in and crouches in front of Ru. "Ru... put down the pistol. Please." A chunk of drying concrete fall onto the floor. Ch`Dith motions a hold-it to the Runt Ch'D: too late Van: You enter the room and smack the gun. The echoing shot blows a hole the size of a desk set in Vander's midsection. Game over. ;) Ch`Dith . o O (*to the Runt* Do not interfere. Not now.) Hee SteveM also gets the gauntlet for the shield arm and puts that on as well. Heh :) someone toss the Runt into the main section, plz... before he kills himself and possibly Ru. SteveM fireman's carries Vander out of the room Rick grabs the runt and throws his into the main area while grabbing my keys. "Hey!" Ru`ach scrambles to her feet. Is now pointing the gun straight at Trent. Ch`Dith then closes the door. Kasia raises an eyebrow at the dwagon. "Was that wise?" "Henkerton, make yourself useful." *passes Vander to him* *to Steve* "Oh, yeah! Thanks a lot Steve!" "Ru... it's me. Trent. C'mon, give me the gun. I'm not going to hurt you." More concrete drips onto the floor with a muffled splat. *chuckle*... QotN right there, methinks. Rick grabs the runt and carries him into the main area of the APC while grabbing my keys. "Options are decreasing. This is probably the best one for now. As I said, time is running out. Fast." Ru`ach looks at Trent. Her hands begin trembling. *to Vander* "It wasn't the time to go for the gun." "Sheez! Makin' me feel like that bloody Belf." "Just be ready. Please." "It's okay, nobody's going to hurt you now... put down the gun." HEY!!!!! brb *to Vander* "Just lock up all the Pink Floyd albums until further notice." Ch`Dith fires up xmms. cues Konia Wa Hurricane by accident. Steve: Huh? Kasia [aris@p85.amax12.dialup.sjc1.flash.net] has quit IRC (Read error to Kasia[p85.amax12.dialup.sjc1.flash.net]: Connection reset by peer) Ru [aris@p85.amax12.dialup.sjc1.flash.net] has joined #Rifts Trent sets mode: +o Ru Ru`ach [aris@p85.amax12.dialup.sjc1.flash.net] has quit IRC (Read error to Ru`ach[p85.amax12.dialup.sjc1.flash.net]: Connection reset by peer) 're Ru. Ru is now known as Ru`ach re Ru Vander: Pink Floyd = some really depressing music Steve: Ah Kasia [aris@p85.amax12.dialup.sjc1.flash.net] has joined #Rifts Trent sets mode: +o Kasia re Kasia o/~ Wish you were here o/~ 're Kas Vander knoweth not Pink Floyd? Vander must be educated. Ch'D: I just never thought of PF as depressing Ch: UL doens't much go for the harder stuff. o/~ All we are is just another brick in the wall o/~ Van: Remind me never to show you "The Final Cut" by PF Steve: 'k Trent oocly blinks at the grouping of Floyd into "harder stuff" ...anyhoo Trent: with UL, tis appropriate Shoot the Juicer! Shoot the Juicer! :) Shoot the Hobbit! Shoot the Hobbit! Ru`ach looks at Trent. Her arms begin trembling. "It's okay, nobody's going to hurt you now... put down the gun." Step on the Runt! Step on the Runt! That reminds me... I have a score to settle with him. >:) ...or did ye see that before yer connection died. -. +? Nope. Ch'D posted it at me. Ah. Ru`ach Listens to I Only Wanna Be With You. %) "Ru, I'm going to reach for the gun now... it's going to be okay." He slowly reaches out with his left hand. ACK! BAY CITY ROLLERS! *RUN!* Ru`ach drops down to her (already bruised) knees and sobs muchly. ... dropping the gun. Arsenal pops in some Pat Benatar to drown out the thoughts. Cue: I Am The Wind Vander listens to Bohemian Rhapsody Rhapsody, or Polka? bak Trent drops down by Ru, tries to comfort her. "It's going to be okay, really." Ars: Rhapsody. Radio Anya OOCly notes that the current song queued in the mp3 player is "Man of Constant Sorrow" (Dylan). :) SteveM grooves to the fearsome scottish polka . o O (It's okay, the she dropped the gun. We *ARE* doing something to help her.) Vander paces the floor, wondering what's going on in the control room -he the, even. Smegging typist. This is the most action you're gonna see from Ru for the rest of the session, prolly...) Ch`Dith . o O (Almost correct. You are.) -) . o O (Later.) Anya: while in your solitude, your hear a thought in your head that's not your own. "Come outside the city gates tonight." It "feels" like an order, not a request. Ch`Dith . o O (The Weaver may not *have* a "later".) Seconds later, the thought disappears from your mind without a trace. Ch`Dith . o O (Do you love her? ) Ow. Wrong question. . o O (I meant in 5 minutes or so, damn it!) Vander leaves the main area, goes into the vehicle bay where he left his Hog Woo! Trent sighs, picks her up and carries her over to where the bunks are. Ch`Dith stands aside, does not follow. Anya looks up, after all the pondering, ever more confused. Nods. Gets up from the dirt and starts walking back to the rest of the group. Ru`ach , flashbackingly, panics. And Cindy Lauper cues True Colours. "My presence here is not helping. I will be outside." "Shhhh... shhh...." Vander pulls open his toolbox and starts working on tech stuff *to Steve* "Are vwe leaving here today or hanging around?" -v "It's okay Ru, settle down." *smight typist* Vix turns away from the group and steps out the door, sitting down on the ground next to the APC. *to Rick* "Negative. Not while she's like this." Trent makes eye contact with the dragon as he walk by... you get the feeling that last question was somewhat unnecessary. *to Rick* "You're welcome to go around town, but leave a number or a time when you can be reached." Ch`Dith nods. Vander finishes his techwork, heads back into the main area with what he rigged "I'll carry a communicator. I'll be around town." Kasia sits down in the hall and ... does her nails? Trent sets Ru down in one of the bunks, sighs. Van: what did you rig, and roll for the appropriate Engineering skill. Rick leaves to take a walk. Kas: no "hall", per se... just the main section, with a few bunks lining the one wall. *to Ch'D and Trent* "Keep me posted on how things turn out." He then removes the armor pieces, stuffs them back in the locker, and takes out a clipboard and pen. Ars: Well, outside the door. "Ru... can ye hear me?" Ars: Built a bug of a rigged to our radios. Van: that does not compute. Rephrase, or you're under arrest. Ru`ach grabs her knees, facing away. Doesn't respond. ars: is there a music store in town. rick: of course. Radio: Basic. Rolled 67% is it instroments or tape/cd? Ars: transmitter tuned to group freq. Passed Ch: his phrasing was quite off.. rick: there's at least one of each. which are you looking for? Arsenal takes it you took a hovercycle, roit? Ru`ach presents Ch'D, the Vander-American dictionary! %) the instrumental sdtore. 'k... Ch`Dith OOCly whaps Ru with Trent. OTOH, she wouldn't mind that. it's called "A City of Worth Instruments" Ars: Made a bug to tag Ru with. It's freqed to the groups' radios so we can at least hear if anything's amiss Van: 'k.. Trent sighs, pauses a few moments to pull himself together before walking back over to Ch`D. "Your plan, spill it." Judging from his expression under the drying concrete, he seems serious, porbably moreso than you've seen him yet. SteveM goes to where Kasia is and leans up on the wall right beside her, and makes experimental writings on the clipboard. Ru`ach whaps Ch'D with the Empire State building. Rick goes inside the store. and starts looking around *to Steve* "Here." *passes him the bug* Rick: you see several mandolins, both electric and acoustic, all priced between $500 and $3000 SteveM nods same with guitars, keyboards, and drums. 500 for acoustic? Rick: I've seen one in the Music Store in S-burg priced half that. it was second-hand, tho. I know. I'm just giving what looks to be realistic prices for the time. You also see several songbooks, a lot of which look torn, ripped, and appear to have pages missing. *to Vander* "This is a nice piece of electronics... but what does it do?" Rick picks up a mandolin and starts to play it. rick: roll Ch`Dith OOCly blares What if God smoked Cannabis? 39 you're slightly out of practice... and the mandolin appears to need some tuning. I figured I would be. Trent waits semi-patiently for Ch`D to explain his plan. (your skill is 35%) correct *to Steve* "It's a bug. You can handle Trent better than me. See if you can get him to tag hRu with it. At least we'll be able to hear if she's about to do anything to herself." -h Ch`Dith . o O (Once she sleeps, warn us.) ars: is this mandolin of good quality or is it beat up? Anya walks, finally coming within sight of the APC. Vix looks up, and sees Anya approaching. *to Vander* "Somehow I don't think that'll be a problem." Rick: fairly good quality... a few nicks and scratches. price tag indicates it's second-hand. also reads $650 Rick looks for one of better quality. Ru`ach slowly drifts into a nightmarefull sleep. Trent sighs, nods, and goes back to watch Ru. o/~ Does he like Pearl Jam or the Stones? / Do you think he rolls his own? / Up there in heaven on the floor o/~ Vander nods and heads out of the APC to walk off some frustration Anya continues trudging along, just kinda walking. *to himself* . o O (Sure wish people'd explain their plans a *BIT* more.) 16 to playing the other mandolins. Vix stands, and waits for Anya to get nearby. SteveM snugs Kasia to him once before continuing to work on what he was writing. Ch`Dith . o O (She needs to face, and deal with, her memories of what happened. Her subconscious knows this and tries when she sleeps, but she rejects it and attempts to escape. This causes the nightmares.) Ars: Is there a salesman there? Rick: a few of them are in better shape and sound a lot better, but they are also priced more. Ch`Dith . o O (This time, you will have to be there with her. Keep her from running away, *or* from being swallowed by her nightmares.) Anya keeps trudging, looking at her feet, and kicking up dirt every once in a while. . o O (Ohh kay. Forget I asked. Where do I come into it? Speaking of teh nightmares, she seems to be sleeping.) Ch`Dith . o O (We can do this, but only if you are willing. She will not accept this help from anyone else.) Ch`Dith raises his head and catches Kas' eyes. "Now." a cat-like D-Bee salesman is behind the bar. He appears to be wearing bright neon green pants, a neon purple and green jacket, blue shirt, red tie, and a sombrero. Kasia glances up. "Uh... what happens if I miss?" s/bar/counter/ . o O (Did you really have to ask?) "Don't miss." Ars: StanStanStan! Kasia shrugs, leans back against the wall, and attempts to Not Miss. Vix: yeah... SteveM stops writing, squeezes Kasia's hand. Vix cheers. %) Ch`Dith closes his eyes. .oO(*to trent* Do not resist this.) Arsenal concentrates on the APC scene... (hold on a sec, Rick) all of you involved, roll a D20. Anya OOCly hits the pause button on me to let Ars concentrate. %) SteveM is just observing. 12... any bonuses? (save vs. Psionics) Ars: I don't count, because I'm outside, roit? *to Salesperson* "Good day, Sir. Is this your least expensive mandolin?" vix: you ain't involved. 7 4 Ah. *nod* Great, here comes another Headache From Hell [tm] 15 Okay... Kasia, roll again. 14 and if you have to roll percentile for TP, do so. hrrm... "Powers beyond the known powers, deeper than the deepest mind / Between the known worlds, vapourous as ether / we call upon the path to that which has no entrance/ Let the obstacles between what is and is not be shattered!GIGA'S DREAM! Trent oocly smacks Ch`D with an I beam. *dunk* Trent: you're a little wobbly after Kasia and Ch'Dith yank you into Ru's head... thankfully, Ru's nightmares made it easier to enter her head,. Ru`ach is kind of busy reliving the whole thing to notice. Trent blinks, looks around. Ch`Dith . o O (Remember. Whatever happens, DO NOT INTERFERE.) Vix afks. . o O (Right yeah, don't interfere.) Ru is reliving the Blood Druid ritual... you get there just as the ritual finishes, and starts over again. Yay. Trent gulps. . o O (Okay, I'm starting to see why ye stressed that) Ars: I'm gonna buy the slightly beat up Mandolin. Ch`Dith pulls Ru's dream-self away from her memory-self. puts her beside Trent. .oO(Do not let her re-enter her dream. Do not let her escape watching.. Just hold her. Remind her that this is past, that it can no longer hurt her.) Trent looks around for Ru once it starts again. rick: hold on a second, 'k? 'k Back. Ch`Dith then fades from view. Kasia glances up at Steve. "Okay, I supposedly don't have to do anything else... unless something goes wrong." Trent nods towards the figure of the dragon, walk over towards Ru's "dreamself" Trent: since this is the dreamscape, the movement is instantaneous. Ch`Dith , in meatspace, is leaning against the wall, eyes half-mast and zoned out more than Vix into uberstoneage. "Ru... I'm here with you. It's going to be okay." Anya OOCly watches "Come Together" que? Ru`ach (the one that's supposed to be with Trent) panics and backs away so fast she nearly impales herself on the druid's dagger. Bah! Ru, Trent: roll vs. HF while watching the ritual, -5 for Ru Trent reaches out for her, takes her hand. "Ru, I'm not going to hurt you. We just have to get through this." He moves closer and holds her. 5-5+4 = 4. Trent rolls 15+4.. 19 Trent: you're disgusted by the Ritual... Ru`ach goes into catatonic shock. Ru:... you know how to react. :P Ru freaks, as expected. Trent keeps his cool, as completely nonexpected but hoped for. cool. Ars: disgusted... that's before the [censored] part, right? "RU! Ru, come on Ru, snap out of it." *right* Ru`ach moans a bit, eyes glazed and whole frame shaking Ru: roll to save again... no bonuses, no penalties Trent keeps holding her. "It's going to be okay." 17 Yay! Ru`ach snaps out of it? Ru: you register Trent's presence. That's good.... whether that snaps you out of it or not... up to you. Cue: Alan Parsons. Step By Step. Ru`ach stays in shock. Cue: Pat Benatar: "Invincible" o/~ Remember how I found you there / Alone in your electric chair / I told you dirty jokes until you smiled o/~ "I'm here for you, Ru. This is all in the past, it can't hurt you any more than it has." o/~ I..... have found some temporary sanity.... o/~ o/~ Hello? Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me / Is there anyone home? o/~ Anya OOCly eyes mpg123. Why is it being uncannily accurate again. "Lean on Me" <--sums up Trent's job right now. :) Ru: you responding to Trent? o/~ Close your eyes, look deep into your soul / Look outside yourself and let your mind go... o/~ Ars: not really... the ritual makes it to one of the worst segments... Trent: roll for HF Ars: That's cruel... 14+4=18. Wow, he's not exploding yet. Oooh. Go Trent! he must be getting some serious anger brewing, tho... Ru: this segment hits a little too close to home... If anyone's watching Trent's meat body, they can probably see it twitching, hands clenched hard enough to draw blood, etc... Ru`ach starts shuddering, twiching, etc. the ritual ends... ... and restarts? Trent keeps holding Ru in the dreamscape thing. Ru: roll for HF... Unless Ru snaps out of it, yes. bonuses apply. 14 (+4?) . o O (Please tell me we don't have to do that again. We do, don't we.) Ru`ach snaps out of it. and the ritual fails to reappear. Ch`Dith . o O (She must break the circle. ) all that appears now is the two of you, in a seeming nothingness... kind of looking at a VRML scene. Ru`ach looks at the image of Trent and Ru. If it wasn't for the twiching and shuddering and anger, it might just be sweet! ;) Trent unconciously tenses, waiting for the ritual to restart. When he doesn't, he speaks up in a slightly shaky voice. "Ru...?" Cue: Mad Machine, from the BGC soundtrack. Kasia was waiting for Ch'Dith to cue the violins. o/~ Tell me what do you want / Tell me how do you feel? Mad machine! o/~ Kas: Not yet. *weak, shaken voice* "Huh?" (That's about all her throat can manage, and the extent of her vocab at the moment.) Trent OOCly hmms... yeah, suppose so. ;) Ch`Dith OOCly opens the window. Looks outside. Fog causes <10-metre visibility. LEMME OUT OF HERE! Trent tries to clear his throat before remembering where he is. "I... I think you did it." "Huh?" That one being more questioning and confused. SteveM breaks out his borrowed Sarah McLachlan CD "It doesn't seem to be starting again... I think you broke out of it." *mentally crossing fingers* Rick breaks out his Yankovick mp3 playlist. Ru`ach blinkblinks loudly. Ru`ach is confused. Ru has no clue of what's going on. "Erm... you were having nightmares and worse, so Ch`Dith came up with the idea of sticking me into one of them to try and help you... deal with it, I guess." "H...h...how?" Ru: a scene starts up... it's your rescue scene. Whee? "Dealing with it? Well.. I.. well, mainly by being there for you." I don't think Trent knows that Kasia had any part in this ICly Ru: does your character even remember being rescued from the Blood Druid? Fine with me. unless he can "taste" the signature of a psionic influence, no. Ru`ach was either passed out or not too conscious at the time... 'k... Ch`D: *LOL* Trent's about as psionicially sensitive as your average brick. The former, heading rapidly to the latter state. well, you catch pieces of it in your dream... you get a sense that Trent was there for you the entire time. Yay. brb And we have achieved Full-Blown WAFF, ladies and gentlemen Are you sane yet? Are you sane yet? Are you sane yet? etc... ;) WAFF? ru: what Trent was asking... Trent: Warm And Fuzzy Feeling Ru`ach watches Ars heavily push the "Trent was there for you all along" thing. eyerolls. I'm NOT going to jump into his arms and yell "You saved me!" Steve: Ahh. The GM's getting too obvious? This is dangerous. Ru: I understand that... but a "thanks" might be appreciated by him? Ars: when she's !shocked enough to think, perhaps? perhaps... Arsenal has no idea how long it's safe for a person to remain inside someone else's head... :P Trent continues holding Ru... "Erm... do you want to get out of here?" As long as he remembers where Ru stops and he begins... Vix refrains from the obvious gutter comment. Ars: as long as he/she's out before the victum wakes he/she's fine. Must... keep... mind... from.... gutter! "Do you want to get out of here? Do you want to go somewhere?" Vix: thank you... the gutter references were last week, Err... no, that's not what I meant. b o/~ ... we can park it in the back and have a party in your / Pink Cadillac... o/~ "G... g... get out?" Ch`Dith OOCly listens to Beyond the Invisible cue Trent considers his situation briefly before nodding. "Yeah... you're sleeping and I'm... well, I'm probably not supposed to be in your head. Don't know much about that stuff, but..." "Out of... where are we?" "In... my head?" "If I'm understanding this at all, this is a dream." Actual Poster seen in Ames: "Out of my mind. Back in 5 minutes" "Dream?" "Yeah... one of yours." "But it... it seemed so..." "Real?" Ch`Dith OOCly gets to the end. Cues it again. This is too appropriate. "Yeah." anyone wants this mp3 (and if you don't have it, YOU DO): it's on dwagon's FTP Trent sighs, keeps holding Ru. "It wasn't, not any more." Ch: what's the CD the song's on? Ars: Cross of Changes. Second Enigma CD. I've got all three. in /newstuff. 'k... I'll pick up the CD sometime... *shrug* I've got half the stuff mp3ised. Iffen ye want I'll do the rest too. Ru`ach 's mind (one part) is battling against another part about the logic of being comforted by being held by a man. Both sides get nuked to death by runaway Clinton missiles from a few months ago. hc`d: what's your ftp site. Ch: most mp3s sound terrible on my system for some reason. Rick: ftp to this IP addy, l/p mp3. Trent oocly chuckles Ars: wot sound card do you have? Steve: it's on the mobo... not quite sure what chipset it is... Ars: there's a trilogy edition, about 1 1/2 the price of a single CD. worth every nickel. . o O (Erm... just out of curiosity, what time is it out there?) Trent: morning. ch:where on the net can I find a place to download your mp3s Rick: do a /whois Ch`Dith and write down the IP. Ars: I think he means how much time passed.... Rick just got _genies in a bottle_. -s Ru: That too. Virtually none. Time.... works differently. Trent is, ICly, kinda out of touch with the outside world, is kinda wondering if he needs to be going. Ch`Dith . o O (While you are here you have all the time in the world.) . o O (Thanks.) Ars: Ewwwwww.... integrated sound on mobo. yeah... for everything else, it's working fine. mp3s sound terrible. It may make for cheaper pooters, but you really do get what you pay for okay... anything else going on while Trent comforts Ru? Trent hmms, idly suggests a fade out to Rick or someone. Anya is kicking up dirt. :) And I think Rick wanted to buy something. :) SteveM was scribbling more on his pad when things started to wind down. Okay.. Rick, "Stan" asks you if you plan to buy something. Anya OOCly hopes Vix is still awake. :P Yep. "I'm interested in a Mandolin" Anya kicks up a bit more dirt, looks up, sees Vix. Smiles wanly. "He's short, orange, and has strings. Perhaps you've... seen him?" "Ah, yes. A mandolin. Any particular model and/or price range you're looking at?" Vix nods to Anya, and starts to walk towards her at a leisurely pace. Ch`Dith ICly is still observing. Meatspace bod has the ghost of a smile playing around his lips. OOCly gets something to eat. "I want a good quality mandolin for not too much money. +" Oh. Dear. Anya looks at Vix, continues walking towards him. "Vix?" "That one you have in your hands is a good bargain. Only one thousand ninety six dollars and sixty-six cents, after taxes." Don't worry. If you two do anything intimate he'll respect your privacy and butt out. Highly unlikely as it is Vix gradually comes to a stop, waiting for Anya to approach. "Some would disagree, but I'll answer to that. Yes?" "a little steep for me. I saw this one for 650." *holds slightly beaten mandolin up* at this point in time, that is Anya kicks up a bit more dust, looks at her boots, then at Vix. "I wanted to apologize for my temper. I shouldn't have yelled at you, and, well..." This trails off to the scholar looking at her feet again. "Ahyes... a good second-hand... or was it third- or even fourth-hand.. oh well... a good used item." "Six eighty nine, after taxes." *to Anya* "No, I spoke unwisely and carelessly. I apologize for my brashness. Don't tax yourself for my stepping over the line." Rick tests it again to make sure it still is good.(this time tuning it.) roll? 25 to play that works... it tunes nicely "sounds good. I'll take it." "Let's see the color of your money." Anya smiles at Vix. "Enh...I shouldn't have gotten upset over something I'm not sure about myself. I shouldn't have taken my own insecurities out on you." "just how much is it?" "Like I told you, six eighty nine, after taxes, in Coalition money. If you have Mexican script, you shit outta luck." Vix shrugs. "Everyone has insecurities. It is the fool who ignores them until it's too late, and they realize they were correct. Think nothing of it." "Heres seven hundred." "I can include a gig bag for another fifty, if you want." "Stan" takes a look at the money, and hands Rick his change. no thanx I'll carry it myself. Anya nods. "Thanks." Walks off towards the APC, still scuffing her boots along the ground. Bah. Stan would say "I'll throw in this elegant decorative giftbag valued at over $500 for a mere fractional fifty dollars! Take it, or leave it, buster! What, is the missus hitting heavily on the wallet again?" "Suit yourself. Gig bag makes it easier to carry." "how much for a shoulder strap. 75. :0 ;) Vander decides to stop wandering aimlessly around Worth and stops in at a bar Vix walks after Anya, and gestures at the APC. "There are unpleasantries inside, and people are uneasy. I would recommend against going inside." "Vander got bored. Vander stopped in a bar. To be continued." *ph33r?* "Hey, Stan. How much for a shoulder strap?" "I'll make a deal with you. Since you bought the mandolin here, I'm just gonna toss in the carry strap for a measly thirty dollars. Usually, the straps run triple that, but I'm a nice guy." Rick: you don't know his name... I've been calling him "Stan" for reference. Rick checks the quality of the straps. ars: how are they? Anya looks back at Vix. "Well...unfortunately my stuff is in there and I need to get something out. Unless you have paper on you." The one he handed you ain't worth the 11 dollars you got back in change. Vix OOCly flashes back to MI: "I don;t usually do this, but I feel that special salesman, customer, pieces of eight bonding." Teacher, Student, piece of eight. Vix: Wow, what an odd coincidence "You trying to rip me off?" I'll give you 10 for this." It was the swordsmanship "instructor" who said that. MI = ? "Of course I'm not trying to rip you off. Otherwise, I'd've handed you the five dollar strap." *he indicates a strap that looks to be hanging by a thread.* Monkey Island Vix opens his right hand, and tilts it sideways, as if to say "No, I used my last piece of paper to roll a joint." Which is what he did. Not that he says this, but it's inferred. "I have nothing to do.. I shall wait outside, I suppose. Assuming you'll be coming back out, that is." ah "Fifteen." "I'm not trying to rip you off... more of a gentle pulling."? ;) "I'll come out to write. It's a nice day." Anya: um, APC door's open. Just don't go into the bunk area right now. twelve." Ch: I was going to, Vix stopped me. :) "Thirteen fifty." "thirteen" "SOLD to the man in the Coalition uniform. If I was you, kid, I'd get a few changes of civvies while I was in town." "Thirteen eightly" "You said thirteen fifty before." "I'm starting to charge you for time. Fourteen." Anya steps into the APC and quickly darts into the control room where she's been keeping her meagre possessions. "thanks for the advice but I'll be o.k." *leaves the store, mandolin hanging over shoulder.* SteveM looks up, sees Anya... . o O (Ch`Dith?) Ch`Dith looksn't, is obvlivious right now. Ch`Dith . o O (Here.) Rick heads back to the APC. . o O (I think it's time to let her have her own dreams, not with me in here with her.) Anya sees Steve. "Sorry my temper got out of control this morning." Ch`Dith . o O (You are probably right.... Well done.) *to Anya* "That's ok.... things have just now cooled down here." . o O (Glad it worked.) guys I'm falling asleep. So I'll start off next week at the APC. 'k Ch`Dith meatsidewise opens his eyes. Draws in a breath. lets it out slowly. "It is done." Later Rick Anya nods silently, pulls her journal out of the bag, and starts to head back outside. cya, Rick Cya, rick Rick [K75bhsh@bngr216-37-173ppp195.epix.net] has quit IRC (ga2go) A long shot of Trent holding Ru. Cue: o/~ A song played on a solo saxophone / It's telling me to hold you tight and dance / Like it's the last night of the world o/~ Trent 's eyes flutter a few times as he blinks. He gets up and stretches, noticing that he had clenched his hands hard enough to draw blood. "That was... not fun." Ch`Dith looks at Kas. "He has accomplished what needed to be done. Now she needs to rest." "*to Kas* Thank you." Kasia opens her eyes to slits. "Phrack off, lizard. I slept enough." "... and you owe me big." Kasia [aris@p85.amax12.dialup.sjc1.flash.net] has quit IRC (Read error to Kasia[p85.amax12.dialup.sjc1.flash.net]: Connection reset by peer) Kasia [aris@p85.amax12.dialup.sjc1.flash.net] has joined #Rifts Trent sets mode: +o Kasia 're Kas re Kasia Ch`Dith nods gravely. "That I do. We all do." Vix is standing next to the APC, waiting for Anya, and twirling his staff iddly in one hand. Trent eyebrow raises at Ch`Dith and Kasia. "What the..." SteveM arches an eyebrow, continues to write a little more in the pad on the clipboard Anya comes back out in the sun, squinting. Kasia stands up and stretches. "Whatever. What're you up to, Steve?" . o O (Kasia... had something to do with this, didn't she?) He walks over to Ru and sits down by her bunk. *to Kasia* "Just getting some ideas down on paper." Vix looks over at Anya. "You have found what you need?" Ch`Dith just nods. He actually looks kind of pale and almost.... tired. Kasia idly ponders what damage a large-sized d20 would do as a missile weapon Kasia sees the paper titled "Charter of the North Star Mercenary Company" Damn. Ground fog lifted. Vander sits in the bar with a tankard of ale at his shoulder, his pipe sending up smoke, and his reader/recorder out going over various designs for pieces of tech Kasia raises an eyebrow. "Err?" . o O (Don't tell her this, but I owe her. You look like I feel... err... do ye sleep?) "Not usually." Anya nods, shows Vix her journal. "The one thing I'm lost without. But I just needed a sheet of paper out of it right now." "Might consider it." Ch`Dith scratches himself absently. "I might." Anya flips to the back of it, pulls the last page out, leaving a ragged edge in the journal. Vix ahhhs, and stares off at Worth, deep in thought. "We'd probably need to get a little more capital, or maybe a decent supplier, but for now it's just an idea." Trent looks down at himself, and at the concrete that has hardened into his clothes, hair, and some still on his face. "Shit... now I've got to find a chisel. Or new clothes." Anya sticks the piece of paper on top of the journal and starts writing. Ch`Dith scratches again. Notices himself halfway through the motion. Frowns. Kasia eyebrowraises at Trent. "Is that what they mean by a 'sculptured' look?" Ouch. Kasia shakes her head. "Mercenary. Sheesh. Never thought." Trent winces. "That's not funny." Kasia shrugs. "So the chisel slipped a few times." * Trent gives Kasia a glare that can only be described as "Stony" SteveM looks up, sees Trent a la dried concrete. Trent glares at Kasia for a few moments, starts laughing. "Trent, I knew you had a bit of that rock star thing going on when you beat that behemoth in Del Rio, but this is ridiculous. Why don't ya get a shower first?" Vix looks over at Anya. "Did you perhaps notice somewhere in the town over there that sells herbs? Vegetables, perhaps? Such as.. say.. barley, or hoppes?" Ch`Dith rubs his shoulderblades against the wall he's leaning to point of order... LIS last session, no shower in the APC... public showers are available in town, methinks. Ars: Well, we do have these nice hotel rooms. Ars: We still have the rooms at the hotel Anya finishes writing the note, folds it up, writes "In case of emergency" on the outer side, and looks at Vix. "Sorry. Wasn't really paying attention." Trent: that you do... not sure how long Vander booked 'em for/ Kasia rubs her shoulders. "Damn... I have a crick in my neck, now. Give me some warning next time, lizard?" The week Van: 'k. Ch`Dith frowns as the coin drops. "If you need me I will be outside for a moment..." winces and scratches his chest. Is anyone paging through a newspaper, by any chance? "Well," *gets up* "why don't we let the girl rest for a bit?" SteveM finds Vander's copy where he dropped it.... Vander does stuff with the schematics he's going over that shouldn't happen to a dog "Yeah, " *yawn* "Probably a good idea." Kasia shrugs and follows Steve Steve: anything in particular you're looking for? Vix gets out his pendant, emblazoned with the Sacred Chao, and looks at it for awhile. Van: roll for appropriate Engineering skill. Ch`Dith walks out and dracoforms. Anyone who's looking sees that his skin is a far sight from it's usual matte black smooth self. Crinkles and cracks appear all along his body, concentrated on his main joints. Ars: Just a good once over... ICly, I never saw that ad from last week's sesh Ah Anya eyes the dragon. "Morning, Ch'Dith? And what's up with the aged look? +" Kasia looks over Steve's shoulder. "Anything good this mornin'?"(20pts) Ch`Dith makes some muffled sounds and stretches out repeatedly. well, the paper isn't much to look at. Official Coalition news, local Worth news, projected weather, some ads." *to Kasia* "Not yet". Weapons Engineering. Rolled 23%, passed. The ReND[tm} works! (on paper at least) :) oh no. Vix looks up at Ch'Dith, and lifts his sunglasses for a better view, shrugs to himself, and puts his pendant away. That should be a Brooklyneese accent, too. ;) Kas: Newsie +s Ars: *bing*! 20 points. Kas: I'll only take 10... you fangrrl. Ch`Dith suddenly GROWLS and the sound nearly drowns out the noise of what sounds like a huge canvas sheet tearing. Anya drops the note and covers her ears. Vix blinks, and reaches instinctively for his pistol. Kasia glances outside. "Hmm. Someone put salt in the dragon's jockstrap?" Ch`Dith 's outer skin splits down the middle all along his back. Trent yawns again, leans back against the wall. His head hits with a clink, as of stone against metal. "Probably should do something about that, but..." He doesn't finish the sentence as he drops off to sleep, only to be awakened seconds later by the growl / roar thing. Vander does more stuff with schematics that a make a Jerry Springer Show ep look like Sesame Street SteveM chex out the news and goes straight to the ads afterwards. Vix raises both eyebrows, watching Ch'Dith, and lowers his hand from his holster. "Ahhhh." Steve: a few advertisements list 40-acre or larger lots "For Sale or Lease" outside town. Anya blinks. "Ch'Dith? You okay?" Trent jolts upright and is outside the hatch almost instantaneously, rifle in hand. "What's going on?" SteveM looks up to see the dragon... "I didn't know they did THAT." "Ooh, look. It slices, it dices, it makes julienne fries, and for an extra $10, it wards off demons. What a deal!" Also a few ads for "Small Mercenary Company Wanted" * The tearing continues. So does the noise. The skin parts around his wings, and a new layer of skin seems to be glistening below it at points where it falls away Anya blinks at Trent's appeareance as well. "Ummm..." SteveM hrmms as he mulls over the following two items.... any details on the small company wanted ads? Ch`Dith , with one final grunt of effort, almost literally shrugs out of his old skin and walks away. Trent *BLINKS* at Ch`Dith a few times. "Uh... what's happening to Ch`Dith?" "It's a slicer-dicer-peeler-demon-warder all in one! Never needs sharpening, dishwasher safe!" (5) "Shedding, would be the obvious answer." *to Trent* "Don't stare, but I think he's... molting." Trent blinks a few times. "Huh. Reminds me of a snake I had once when I was a kid." "'Cept... larger." Ch`Dith spreads his wings and leaps to the air, letting the 5-mile high winds dry his skin. most of them are missions for small kingdoms east of there... One or two "Escort Duty" jobs for wealthy "Worthies" Ru`ach turns over. Is sleeping deeply for the first time since you-know-what. Anya reaches down and picks up the note off the ground. Looks at Trent. "What happened to you?" *to Anya* "Huh?" Vander finishes at the bar, pays his tab, and heads back for the APC SteveM resolves to sit down with these people and get much more detail before he commits to a job. Kasia glances at Trent. "She means your rockabilly 'do." One Escort Duty mission catches your eye. Pays a million for an escort to Queenston, on Lake Erie. "Oh... about what it looks like." "You're supposed to write your initials in the concrete, not put your face in it..." Hrm! Ars: How can you be so cruel to those poor, unsuspecting Amish?! :) Ars: No details on the cargo? Vander: that's Lancaster, not Cleveland. Vix snickers quietly, and bangs his staff on the ground in front of him, making a small rut in the ground. "I'll remember that next time." OK :) Steve: it says to contact the royal palace for details. Ch`Dith flies high among the sky that never ends. On the ground is a heap of a couple dozen square yards of slightly-used-but-serviceable dragon hide. ... are we done this sesh? Anya smiles, and enjoys the sun, hanging onto that note... We seem to have run out of plot. O:) "...remind me to do something about it in the morning." He says as he walks into the APC. Kas: as far as the RuPlot goes, yes. SteveM takes his pen and circles that ad... for now, details need to be worked out, and those are best done in front of all present. Vix stands and looks towards Worth. "I'm going to Worth, to look around and try and find a shop." "Have fun." So, we'll just have to sit here and make gutterminded comments. O:) That Dragon hide is likely worth a few thousand creds to a decent armourer Kas: Anya is angling for a pole plot position now, and I think Ars has something in mind as well. How's that different from the normal sessions? Vix walks off towards the city, moving quickly. Or usable for some extra-flexible MDC armor. Who me? *innocent whistle* Trent walks into the main room in the APC, flops face down in a bunk and falls asleep. Ars: Mind if I go a searching for some drugs? ;) Vander arrives back at the APC ..among other things. Vix: go right ahead... roll for Streetwise: Drugs. %) Anya waves at Vander. Ars: Uhm. No die. Mind rolling for me? :P SteveM sees Vander. "Having fun?" Ch`D: Actually, Dragon skin armor is pretty damn heavy. It's not really useable by normals. Juicers (especially dragon juicers ;) ) on the other hand.... *to Stve* "How's the kid? She still...?" 12.. that's a pass for nearly everything. Okay, then, to The Drug Emporium! %) Vix: You find a street dealer. Kasia answers before Steve can: "She's fine." *to Van* "She's saf-- What Kasia said. +" "Hey, man. You want to buy some Boing-go? Some Crash? Reefer? Euphie?" Ars: "Psi-cola?" Crash! Crash! Jet! Advil! *to Vander* "Anyway, I was looking through the want ads, and wondering how we'd like to make a cool million." Little. Yellow. Different. *to Steve, ignoring Kasia* "Good. I'll be in the vehicle bay working on stuff." Vander goes into the APC and starts attempting to build his new toys Vix winces. "Crash? Is it truly wise to sell that? Not a good way to get customer loyalty... no, I'll stay with conventional methods. How much for reefer?" Kasia places a hand on Vander's shoulder before he leaves "You, however, I need to talk to." Hmm... Trent could probably bankroll some of this if someone thought to ask him. *to Kasia, without turning to look at her* "Yeah? About?" Prob is, the Runt is already rich, and one of the Druggies is filty rich. "Oh, just some commentry. Nothing... much." "We have Psike-B and Psike-E as well, man. Reefer? Five hundred for a three-day supply." *to Vander* "Speaking of which, there's a nasty scar on the Plow that needs work." *to Kasia* "Then talk." Kasia glances at Steve. "You don't like me getting revenge, do you?" *to Steve* "Got it, boss." Anya sets the note down, and opens the journal and begins to write. Here comes the pitch... she winds up.... Ch: the Runt is comfortable, not rich. Vix peers at the dealer. "Five hundred? You're not lacing your wares, are you?" Ars: The druggie (well, the tough one) is though. *to Kasia* "Verbal is fine, just so long as he's intact when you're done." And who's better at verbal assaults than Vander? >:) Hey, I'm tough! *takes a deep breath* Kasia pouts. "Just a few lacerations! Ch'Dith can heal him up quick!" *muttered* "Though it's less fun that way..." "Hell, no, man! But I just had to switch suppliers last week, m'man. Dead boys bagged my last one." Trent OOCly lightly punches Vix once in the gut. Ch'Dith is running _LOW_ on psi-juice. (well, lightly for him) *to Kasia* "Not 'a few lacerations'." Vander heads into the APC maintainance bay Kasia sighs. "Fine. But what you don't know can't hurt you, right?" *turns to follow Vander* "That is unfortunate. Are you sure you can't.." Vix grins slyly.. "..cut me a bargain? I can afford your price, but I might not be able to keep coming back, you know." Vander starts work on the ReND[tm] What's a ReND[tm]? Ch'D: ReND[tm] = AP EMP weapon *to Kasia* "I didn't say that. He's gonna be up to his ears in repair work already." ah Really Nasty Device [tm] Kasia leans on Vander's workbench. "Just to let you know... if you ever call me anything like... what was it? A wombat in heat with termites in her shorts? I will feel perfectly justified in making your life a living hell." Kasia smiles pleasantly and leaves Vander to his work. Ch`D: A device that causes death in humanoids by transmitting radio waves at a frequency that interferes with pulmonary operations. IOW, it causes what looks like a heart attack. That's a very nice offer, Kasia.... But I don't think we're ready for a long-term relationship. *to Kasia* "Heh. Why not? You've already contributed to Ru's." Ars: *pokepoke* You awake? ;) Anya finishes writing, shuts the journal, lays the note on top of it. She then fishes her harmonica out of her pocket and starts playing a soft, slow, mournful tune. (25%) "Shit, man. I know what you mean. Tell ya what? This being your first hit from me, I'll be willing to drop it to 250. No less." Kasia laughs on her way out. Vix hrmmms. "Deal." *reaches into robe, to find the money* " and the sale is made. *to Kasia* "Better than I expected." Vander makes a mental note to make Kasia's life very difficult. Ars: Ohyeah, I want to talk to the guy a bit... "Enh, I'll be good. Mostly." "*to Dealer* You wouldn't happen to know where to find some barley and hoppes, would you?" *to Vander* . o O (I heard that...) *to Kasia* "I don't doubt that." "Shit, man. Any good general store has those." . o O (I'm sure you did, Wombat.) "Which part? The 'good' bit or the 'mostly' bit?" Vix: I thin ye've got an extra p and e there. *to Kasia* "Yes." Sure. She'll be *realllllllllly* good to you.... *nudge nudge* "Ah. Thanks. Pleasure doing business with you." Oh, wait. Gutterbrains were last ep. Kasia turns off the lights in Vander's work area "No problemo, man. Come back any time." Vix looks around for a general store. Vix: how can you miss one? Vander pulls the flashlight out of his toolbelt, finds the lightswitch, and gets back to work Vix walks into the first one he comes to, and looks around. SteveM gets flashbacks to the ER ep with the jimson weed tea. Kasia turns off the lights again and shorts out Van's flashlight(TK and EK, respectively) Trent OOCly wonders if Vix knows how long it takes to homebrew beer. Yes. I do. ;) Trent: he has Brewing. SteveM leads Kasia away to find something to eat. Kasia follows Steve Vix looks around for either the barley and/or hops, or a clerk. Vander starts going through every song he knows in his mind, rearranging the lyrics to be personally insulting to the Wombat, and thinking them as loudly as possible D'oh. Nix that. I need to go. Night all. nix vix... Ch`Dith flits around in the sky, scares the bejeesus out of a TW flying a wingboard by buzzing him, flies back when his skin feels dry. 'nite, Vix Kasia is out of range by now 'k Vander also turns the lights back on and fixes the short in his flashlaight Cya, Vix. Later Vix btw, try "Produce" g'nite -a Vix [kurt@98CE98DC.ipt.aol.com] has quit IRC (Cheese whiz! Casius velox! Onward, Caligula, to the large raddish!) ...oh dear. Steve, Kasia: any particular restaurant, diner, or cafe? Anything Not French. :) Vander gets back to work on the ReND[tm] heh... Because It Is Wrong To Be French. :) Anya sighs, waits for the dragon to come back. Steve: AMEN! Ch`Dith , as if on cue, lands right beside Anya Van: roll for Electrical Engineering to build the prototype... I assume you'll need parts. Ars: We'll just tick off two hovercycles, right? Well, Terrence mann has to sing Stars, so I guess I can deal with French ballet terminology. Steve: you find a small corner sandwich shop... Ars: The APC, and any equipment in there, should usable. -m+M 55% Ars: close enough. Anya blinks. Ru`ach wakes up, Yawns. Loudly. "Have a nice flight?" "Yes, thank you. +"-typist. Trent is sleeping in the next bunk over, still caked with concrete. Anya takes a deep breath. "Sorry about this morning. I let my temper get the best of me." Steve: how far into the city you going? "It is already forgotten." not too far from the hotel, Ars 'k "*ah-hem*. *ah-HEM*. Err... cough. *a-hem*. Cough!" (20 pts) Anya nods. "How's Ru doing?" Ru: "When Harry Met Sally" Steve: No. Vander finishes the prototype, steps outside to test it "When I left, she was sleeping. She will recover, now." Ru: if you look at Trent, you see that he is covered in dried cement. Ru`ach looks. Blinks. Oh no! Someone petrified him! I've heard of hitting the bricks, but this is rediculous. Ru`ach casts 'cleanse' on Trent If you have eardrums and are within a good mile of the APC, you hear that he's snoring. ;) Kidding, actually. Ru`ach checks if clease is by touch or not. %) Anya nods. "Good." Takes another deep breath. "I don't know how to word this...I've been thinking of my buddies in El Paso, the group that went down to old Mexico. And I realized that I'd never realized what happened to them. It was as if I'd forgotten them completely...which bothers me." Sighs. "I dunno why I'm telling you all this. I guess I trust you." Ch`Dith silently listens, nods. There is a hole in your mind. - 0pts. Ru: either way, the spell causes the cement to crumble off him. Vander sets up the AP/EMPWeap x1 on a tripod, disconnects the power cables and trigger, the goes looking for a test subject. . o O (Now where'd Kasia get off to?) BTW, the last one is The Producers. ;) Ars: It's not. "[His] big secret is buried inside that black hole you call a brain." Ru: Don't let that stop you if you *want* to touch him.... 5 pt ref. Van: Kasia has an unfair advantage in this... O:) "You worry because you cannot remember." Vander: a large vulture appears to be eyeing you. Kasia: I can but try :) Trent stirs slightly. Blinks and rolls over. Of course, since this is a rather narrow bunk, he fall flat on his back on the floor, looking up at Ru. Ru`ach feeds Ch'Dith to a large monkey sitting on the Empire State Building - -15pts. Ars: Please tell me it's not Joe. Van: nope. And I'd sooner reduce that new toy to scrap than that. Ch`Dith OOCly eats the monkey Anya nods. "I was able to recite Tarn at my brother after he tore the book up. I've always had a penchant for remembering. So why would I forget something so important?" Ru`ach smiles down at Trent "maybe you do not wish to remember.... Or maybe someone else does not." Vander gets back to the ReND[tm], resets the cables, trigger, recalibrates a few things, then aims the business end at the vulture. Van: roll to strike... Trent winces at his head again before before pulling his thoughts together. "Ru! You're awake. Erm... must have fallen asleep..." He trails off awkwardly as he gets up. 17 +4 if you have WP: Heavy Energy, factor in the bonus. if not, make it -3 due to size of the prototype. either way, the vulture is hit. Ch`Dith OOCly plays a quick riff scored for Humourous Chicken Squawk. - 10 pts roll for damage. Ars: It's a heart attack, not a damage thing :) Anya laughs. "Well...with all the weird and wacky things on this planet, I guess it's not impossible. And maybe I grow senile." Hands note to Ch'Dith. "But I'm scared the bad things will happen to me next. So if something does happen, you and/or Steve should open this and do what it says. Da?" Van: the quote was from _Total Recall_, btw. well, the bird squawks once, and falls over. Ru`ach looks at Trent. Then down. "Thanks." Anya smiles ruely. "Paranoia. Fun." Ch`Dith takes the note. puts it in his forearm bandolier. KillJoy [KillJoy@lakertya-2-20.mdm.mkt.execpc.com] has joined #Rifts "While I can help it, you will not be harmed." Vander disengages the trigger and power cables, then goes to check on the vulture's condition Ru`ach sets mode: +o KillJoy Oi, KJ Fscking ISP. Ch, Anya: you notice Vander's shot. KillJoy has kicked Trent from #Rifts (Let the yummy light into your heart, you little freak!) 're KJ Van: you have first aid? Ch`Dith suddenly whips his head around, studying the vulture. Ars: Yes KillJoy is now known as Trent_H okay... roll under that. Ru: Erm... what was the last thing I did? Ars: 4% Anya watches the vulture fall over. "Hmmm...looks like Vander's got a new toy." Trent: get up okay... the vulture is dead. "Woohoo! It works!' Ch`Dith looks up. "What. Works?" Vander measures the distance from the corpse to the ReND[tm] a mere 300 feet. Heh I had the original Jihaddiverse design capable of only a 50 foot range :) Trent_H smiles. "Hell... I couldn't have done nothing." Van: do you have any idea how *short* a 50 foot range is? that's shorter than a particle beam pistol... and those have a ridiculously short range. Ars: Very short. It would be more useful reconfigured as a mine "Still..." Steve, Kasia: anything going on in your neck of the woods, other than lunch? Anya thanks Ch'Dith and goes to put the journal back in the APC. Ch`Dith ponders going to check up on Ru. Notes Ru and Trent both awake and in proximity. Decides not to. Trent_H notices for the first time a lack of itching concrete sticking to hims, looks down at the bunk he was in and blinks at the fair sized pile of concrete sitting there. "Your doing?" Kasia: ? Vander busies himself going over the AP/EMPWeap x1's innards, looking for ways to reduce its size, boost its power, and range, and other stuff Van: again, roll for Elec Eng. 7% %D Van: DAMN Ars: How should I take that? O;) Trent_H OOCly waits for Vander to break it beyond repair. Trent_H is now known as Trent I'll write up the stats for this thing later I swear his skill rolls are dependant on how badly he gets beaten in the Hobbit-Stompe I want to know what it is, what it does, and how I can break it. Ars: Any side effects, like nearby electronics blanking out? Kas: as it was intended... a request for information from the GM. Van: not with that kind of roll... a failed roll would have had side effects.. Ars: OK Ars: not this session. SteveM decides to place a few calls, price a few of those lots up for sale Anya slides into the control room, tosses the journal onto the seat next to her bag, and wanders back outside, singing a song in Russian, and feeling a bit better. anyways, that was a preliminary design roll... I take it nothing was fiddles with. Ru: Essentially shorts out heart functions. And why don't we call it a night here, 'k? ok sounds good to me. Fair enough. Trent: Cool... but that was an MST3K ref, and intended only as such. Sounds good. Vander notes in his readcorder the following stats: "Range = 300ft, power output = ~??? millijules, THE THING WORKS SHO SHUT UP!" Ru: Ah, missed the ref. ;) -H Ars: OK Later folx cya, Van Cya, Van nites Vander Vander [uplink@pm3std3-39.uplink.net] has quit IRC () Ru`ach cracks her knckles. Eyes Ch'Dith. Ch`Dith is outside? ------- Lorena Bobbit Memorial Line ------- Ru`ach watches Ch'Dith be !aware? Anya is now known as katster SteveM is now known as J-Rock why am I so awake right now? should I worry? Same reason I am? That's called Too Much Caffein. JR: I take it you're thinking of using the payment for that one job to generate some capital to buy a lot? Hell, *I'M* awake. Trent pulls out what looks like the handle from a tennis raquet, presses a button on it. Out of the top extends a 4 foot long cylinder, which then expands and flattens. Anyone who has read the Hitchhiker's Guide can easily identify it as a Krikkit Battle Club. Shad: I haven't had any caffeine since I consumed Jolt more than 24 hours ago. among other things, yes Ru`ach coats Ch'Dith in Hollywood Car Wax. JR: We could borrow some from the Juicer. Ru`ach drops a pin on Ch'Dith. YEEEEAOOOOOOOW! the lot I was thinking of, the Juicer could buy outright. HOT! HOT! HOT! OW! Ru`ach has kicked Ch`Dith from #Rifts (*BOOM*) Ch`Dith [shadur@catv6150.extern.kun.nl] has joined #Rifts Trent: your turn! and have plenty left over to spare. Trent uses one of the functions on the Krikkit Battle Club, which deposits a small anti-matter bomb on the ground. He picks it up and shoves it down the dwagon's throat before smacking him in the head to prime it. Several seconds later, it explodes. Yum. Trent has kicked Ch`Dith from #Rifts (No, more like *BOOOM*) Ch`Dith [shadur@catv6150.extern.kun.nl] has joined #Rifts Sh-*PICY* Ru`ach has kicked Ch`Dith from #Rifts (Oh, you meant *BOOOM*? Okay. *BOOOM*.) Ch`Dith [shadur@catv6150.extern.kun.nl] has joined #Rifts Trent has kicked Ch`Dith from #Rifts (Aw, why not *MOOOB*?) Ch`Dith [shadur@catv6150.extern.kun.nl] has joined #Rifts Let me know when you're done catharticising Arsenal eyes the map he has of where everything is in Rifts America... Ru`ach has kicked Ch`Dith from #Rifts (Dunno. While we're there, *WOPAK*?) Ch`Dith [shadur@catv6150.extern.kun.nl] has joined #Rifts Queenston ~= Cleveland... between Worth and Queenston lays the Magic Zone. neat. and the Coalition-controlled Arkansas territory. Ru`ach doubletakes at "Magic Zone" Sound like your kind of town? Ru: primarily the home to the various Federation of Magic factions. katster wanders off...food. Trent shrugs, molecularily bonds Ch`Dith to the floor at GenCon, where he is constantly complimented on his costume, photographed and posed with. A while later a few small children try to carve their names into his leg, with little sucess. Eventually people start to get worried, and call the police. They try without success to remove him, before calling in the national guard and, eventually, and airstrike. .... Oh. Joyyeee katster is away [I've ate less in the last 24 hours than I slept. Is this good? Considering I got 4 hours sleep, no./l:on] Ch`Dith eats the airstrike, then teleports back in here. (The "Oh. Joyeeeee" part was to Ars' comment. ) ....strangely enough, I can imagine that whole scene. ;) So can I. ...'course, I can also imagine a squad of Khorne Beserkers wandering around the miniatures tournaments. For LARGE values of "eventually" I take it? Kasia/Ru/ch`Dith: for the sake of simplicity, inside the Magic Zone, you will always be near enough to a ley line to be affected. cool Ch`D: Well, eventually in this case would be about a month or so. Trent: That soon? Kasia and Ru go. Kasia [aris@p85.amax12.dialup.sjc1.flash.net] has quit IRC ("To err is human, to loaf is Parisian." - Victor Hugo) Ch`D: This is the last day for GenCon Cya, Kids Cya, Ru and Kasia nites Ru-chan Ru`ach [aris@p85.amax12.dialup.sjc1.flash.net] has quit IRC ("To err is human, to loaf is Parisian." - Victor Hugo) g'nite ru Trent hmms... ponders trying to makes something that at least looks like Khorne Beserker power armor Trent is now known as KillJoy Ch`Dith sorta wonders what the kicking spree was about. You know, various gutterminded things at first. After the first pair it was just inertia, though. ;) KillJoy sets mode: +o Ch`Dith Ah. Here was me thinking it was something important. Silly me. Arsenal eyes this monstrosity... "*WHY* did I come up with a Power Ranger OCC suitable for a Rifts campaign?" Important? On IRC? Ars: @GHEK What scares me more is, it actually *works* Ars: Damn good question. Boredom does strange things. Was it the "... But don't let that stop you if you *want* to touch him?" line? Ch`Dith fiddles with HTH: Airborne. Among other things, IIRC. KillJoy ponders the Bloodthirster RCC at you! Second level: Evasive maneuvers that don't require breaking off an attack. Automatic dodge. Niiice. ('course, HTH:A has *no* parry skill for obvious reasons) J-Rock ponders the Eridani Swordsaint RCC at you some more hmm. initiative on ground-based opponents means they don't have time to aim at you until you're already too far away. KillJoy misses the ref, hopes that it's not more munchy than a Bloodthirster on Rifts earth. it probably won't be Power Rangers... don't you mean Cyber-Knights? ...kinda curious as to what it is, tho. Ch`Dith ducks Ch: close, but no. Cyber-Knights don't have an animal spirit granting them abilities Can Cyber-Knights be Crazies? No idea... anyone can get a MOM implant. ... Crazies having power by association: cute magical pet! ...they'd probably lose their Psi-Sword "Go for the eyes, Boo! GO FOR THE EYES!!!" Ch: NO! NO PIKACHU! There's a Dragon Juicer in the Juicer Uprisings book that was a Cyber- Knight... he scares me. Ars: -10 pts for missing the ref. Ch: wasn't really paying attention to the ref... KillJoy Oh. Dears. Gets what could possibly be one of his worst ideas ever. Shad: Chicken Boo? What now? JR: nope. Ch`D: Here's a hint: 150 new RCC's. KJ: What is it? um... uh-oh. KJ: I'm afraid... .... pokemon? CHECK THAT.... *shudders at the mention of Rifts Pokemon* Ch`D: Bingo. JR: is it any worse than Rifts DragonBallZ? Ars: kawaiioverdose, yes Arsenal notes that the Rifts Power Ranger OCC actually works, in a munchkinish sort of way. KillJoy snickercackles Ars: More or less munchkin than the Cosmo Knight? KJ: never having seen a cosmo knight descrip, can't tell you.. why don't I DCC what I have... can you handle .rtf files? katster is back [Take cover!/gone: 18m42s] Ars: ~500 MDC, no damage from heat stuff, can fly at the speed of light for a while, all other energy weapons have damage divided by 100 ah... KJ: define "a while" nowhere near that munchy... 're kitty Ch`D: IIRC, a number of minutes equal to their PE. Or melees, I forget. Ch`Dith blares Principles of Lust. See? I'm not gutterminded or I'd have done this while you and Ru were looking at each other's eyes. Ars: Ohh dear. Ch`Dith also showers now. New day, new fun. KJ, JR: that write-up's not quite done yet... ok Ars: Noticed. the minimum distance they can teleport is a mile. KillJoy still likes the Monster Brodkil. KJ, JR: still, this write-up might actually work... I'm scared. KillJoy hmms, ponders various among his bad ideas, wonders which to start first. KJ: Rifts Pokemon *RUNSLIKEHELL* I should, just so I can scare people with it. Gotta catch 'em all! Really! KillJoy flashbacks to the Cyberstrike demo at GenCon... they were offering a prize if ye could find Pikachu and kill it in the game. KJ: *chuckle* Cyberstrike = ? Ars: With Trent helping him practice/train, can Ch'Dith learn H2H: Expert? hrrm... JR: Err... name might be wrong. The latest Earthsiege game. In human form, that is. Can keep it for 8 hours a day now. hrrm.... KJ: StarSiege? Starsiege 2? Tribes 2? StarSiege 2 hrrm... KillJoy yeeshes. Scatterbrained tonight, I am somewhat. if you upgrade right now, you'd add +1 parry/dodge, and +2 to strike to your overall combat bonuses... KJ: anything about the storyline? pwease? Domo arigato mister roboto? *batbats kawaii eyelashes* JR: Nein. ...Sierra had a functional demo of the B5 space sim, though. but you wouldn't gain the kick attack bonus at L5, since you'd already have that from Basic L3... *nod* I do get the addidional attack from L4 though, since that's the same in Basic and Expert? Ch: yes KillJoy hees... tonight was the first time something actually managed to hurt Trent. kJ: ooooh so basically, if you upgrade now, you get the one additional attack, plus the bonus differences between Expert and Basic. Yeah. Trent did. *ducks* cool. Ch: that I-beam did damage... gave him a splitting headache... Ch`D: No, the idiots with the I-beam did. Ars: yeah, but he's the one who ran into it. *chuckle* and he fell into that wet cement. KillJoy idly wonders how much legal trouble he'd get into if he went back to cripple that trio of borgs. Damaging Private Property? *chuckle* Hefty charge, methinks. Ars: hey, you said they were slave borgs. Ch: that I did... Hmm... more or less than $100k more more or less than everything he has right now? more. KillJoy watches Robotech, is paying limited attention. ... which would give us a reason to take a high-risk, high-pay job RIGHT ABOUT NOW. high-risk, high-pay, high-profile. that, too. Bah, Trent's not dumb enough to go attack 'em. Unless he can get away with it without too much cost. what if they attack? Self defense. "A Juicer with brains. Wonders never cease." What if they harassed Ru? KillJoy whistles, watches Trent, Kajo, and Dree`kast walk over and start playing catch with Ars. Arsenal ponders what time of year we're in, game-wise. Did I ever say what month it was when we started? ...and not just his head. Not yet, anyway. not AFAIK. JR? Ch`Dith showers for real now. see ya katster idly rolls on the insanity tables. Ch`D: Then they're dead. katster hehs, rolls a one. %) Ch'D: no hrrm... has it been roughly two months the team's been together? J-Rock leaves J-Rock [slider@ktc4-044.ktc.com] has quit IRC (A Pomeranian by any other name is still a sneaky little furball that pees on the floor.) something close to that. okay... katster hmmms, rereads stuff... and what time of year would you say we started? roughly October? (close to the actual month we started the game) katster idly ponders rewriting the manic-depression entry of the table...but I'd end up making it ubercomplicated, which I think is what they were trying to avoid. Shore. Ars: Hmmm. katster notes the weather's been unseasonably good if it's December. kats: yer right... they need a major downpour. there's another idea. A random weather table. %) I'm just trying to figure out what the weather farther north is doing... ...actually, I think it would be a good idea, kats. Arsenal agrees. katster nods. I might just go ahead and do it, maybe. :) katster hmms. katster eyes the insanity tables, ponders computerizing it. KillJoy idly boogies to the Monty Python Penis song KJ: I have "Every Sperm is Sacred" playing. %) Arsenal ponders using a Random Number Generator for the Random Weather Generator... kats: Oooh, I remember that one. Ars: What do you think dice are? KillJoy ponders mp3izing the Final Rip Off CD's. katster hmms. "Seasonal Precipitation" "Unseasonal Precipitation" %) ...course, out of all 3 of my boxen, I haven't been aboe to get any of 'em to rip mp3s. katster eyes the insanity tables s'more...oooh, the effects of drug addiction...why do I think of Vix? %) *chuckle* ...besides the obvious? %) Alcoholism too. %) Alcoholism too. say argh. argh *** Log file closed: 8/8/99 2:47:37 AM