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Prozac sets mode: +o Arsenal 
<Prozac> [Arsenal] Run for the hills, the GM's had an alignment change.
<Arsenal> 'lo all
Arsenal sets mode: +o Ch`Dith 
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<Trent> ey
<Arsenal> oi
Arsenal sets mode: +o Trent 
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UpLink is now known as vander
Trent sets mode: +o vander 
<Trent> ey, Runt
<Arsenal> oi, runt
vander is now known as Vander
<Vander> Oi!
Trent pulls out a few bolter shells from his torso. "Here, have some 
souveniers."
Arsenal changes topic to ""You may want to put on some shorts if you want to 
continue fighting evil today." -- the Bowler"
Vander swipes a few hotel ash trays a towels. "Got some, thanks." :)
<Vander> +nd
Trent sighs, idly wants a better net connection.
<Arsenal> don't we all?
<Vander> I don't. Mine's just fine
<Vander> Unless I can get a satellite link :)
<Trent> Yeah, I suppose so... being a stationary bolter target in multiplayer 
40k: Chapter Honor ain't much fun.
<Vander> Ow?
<Arsenal> ow
<Trent> Yeah.
Trent has also developed a slight fear of Heavy Bolters.
<Trent> ...go figure.
Ch`Dith mooos
<Trent> ey, Dwagon
Trent idly boogies to Obey The Cowgod
Ch`Dith does not
Vander starts an ovine rebellion in a nearby dimension. "Viva la sheeple!"
Trent idly ponders lamb chops.
Ch`Dith gets drinkage, bbiab
Arsenal ponders, plots, plans, and schemes.
Trent idles, digs bolter shells out of his 40k:CH persona, plots, and grins.
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Trent sets mode: +o Kasia 
<Kasia> WAI!
<Trent> ey, Kasia
<Ch`Dith> Dwagin/Melter!
<Kasia> Hi. :)
Trent smiles pleasantly at Ars. "Am I going to be able to smash things this 
session? Like a trio of borgs?"
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Trent sets mode: +o J-Rock 
J-Rock is now known as SteveM
<Trent> ey, Tanker
<SteveM> oioi
<Kasia> Hi, Steve. :)
<SteveM> Hang on a sec, Kasia-chan... I need to reboot
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Arsenal sets mode: +o J-Rock 
J-Rock is now known as SteveM
<Arsenal> oi, incoming.
<SteveM> Sorry, pirch didn't want to recognize Arial Regular
<Kasia> That's ... bad.
<Kasia> Right?
<Arsenal> bah... I use fixedsys
<SteveM> nothing that couldn't be solved by rebooting Pirch
<Ch`Dith> fixed fonts are the way to go
Arsenal wonders if the druggie and grunt are gonna show.
<Arsenal> the walker and the scholar are pretty much accounted for.
Arsenal *umms* at the TV... Cartoon Network is calling DragonBallZ "The greatest 
action cartoon ever made"?
Trent is here... oh wait, the OTHER druggie.
Ch`Dith fires up enigma
Vander plays XWvsTF. /msg me when we're ready to start
Trent idly watches a tool video.
Ch`Dith murders Ars and all of ye for having Anime on TV.
<Arsenal> Trent: you ain't addicted to mutant dandilions
Trent dies, evidently.
<Trent> Ars: No, what I'm addicted to is even worse.
Kasia ponders attempting to order a metric shitload of import CDs...
Trent blinks, is suddenly reminded of one of his ideas. Grabs a sheet of paper 
and a pencil.
<Arsenal> when does Ship move overseas?
<SteveM> Ars: Next week
<Kasia> Ars: The 20th. :P
<Trent> =P
<Arsenal> hrrm...
<Arsenal> Kas: she there?
<Kasia> Yep.
<Arsenal> pop her on for a bit...
<Ch`Dith> Ru is gonna be !around for a couple sessions after this one, 
'mafraid... 
Kasia is now known as Ru`ach
<Trent> ey, Ru
<Ru`ach> ay!
<Arsenal> yeah... I'm just wondering how long she's gonna be !around
<Arsenal> ey, Ru
<SteveM> hey ship!
<Ch`Dith> Ship/Walker!
<Ru`ach> Dunno. Depends. Best case: 1. Worst: 2 or 3.
<Arsenal> hrrm...
<Arsenal> ru: what do you want done in the meantime?
<Ru`ach> Not sure... Options?
<Arsenal> 1: We could try and have someone fill in for ya.
<Arsenal> 2: you could hole up in the APC and/or hotel room in the interim
<Ru`ach> 3: Temp NPC?
<Arsenal> that's also doable...
<Trent> 4: OOC session or zwei?
<Ru`ach> Prolly best. It's only one or two sessions. Wouldn't even be that if I 
find someone I'm related to with a net connection.
<Arsenal> all 4 options are doable, methinks
<Ch`Dith> 1) might be do-able if we find someone who knows Hebrew and Japanese 
and H2H: Verbal
Arsenal eyes the time... where's Meeth and Mac?
<Ch`Dith> 2) I'm not so sure about... seems too simple a solution. Lacks flair.
<Ru`ach> OOC session if I don't make it, methinks. I land Saturday, 2am-ish 
here, so if I find someone, I might be able to make it.
Trent quickly tries to hide a smoking bolt pistol behind his back.
<Ch`Dith> 3) will work, methinks.
<Vander> re
<Ch`Dith> Ru: the prob is, I prefer not to play in OOC sessions.... This messes 
with my sleep schedule enough as it is. }8=>
<Ch`Dith> So I try to find out whether or not we're playing the afternoon 
before.
<Ru`ach> Ch'D: dable. We'll be 1 timezone away, remember?
<Ch`Dith> I know
<Arsenal> I'm half-tempted to call this session as it is... 3 people out !good.
<Vander> Ars: Gimme a sec to call Meeth
<Ch`Dith> I talked to Kurt this afternoon. He's aware there's a session.
<Arsenal> roit
<Vander> BBIAB
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<Arsenal> (that still leaves us w/out Mac or kats... and kats has an excuse)
Trent shrugs... mebbe Mac'll show.
SteveM: DCC SEND riftsop2a.txt (209.163.199.50)
Trent idly boogies to Econoline Crush in the meantime.
Ru`ach blinks. Kat's not showing up for her own subplot?
<SteveM> Trent: oooh.... *q's his copy of Surefire*
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<UpLink> re
<Arsenal> re
Trent sets mode: +o UpLink 
<UpLink> He forgot there was a session tonight. Duh :)
<Trent> Steve: Bah, Sparkle & Shine.
<Trent> Ru: Kat said she was having ethernet... problems.
SteveM setteth up the I-D TV for a fight night coming up...
<UpLink> Meeth'll be on in a sec
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UpLink is now known as Vander
<Arsenal> 'lo rb
<Trent> ey, rb
<Vander> Oi rb
<Ru`ach> Trent: Ah.
<Ru`ach> Ay, rob!
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<Vix> fnord
Ch`Dith whaps meeth in absentia.
<Vander> Oi Vix
Trent sets mode: +o Vix 
<Ch`Dith> Druggie!
<Arsenal> oi, druggie!
<Ch`Dith> (other druggie I mean)
Trent looks up... dammit, we need to come up with a different name for either 
him or me.
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<Vix> The Juice? *DUCK* %)
<Arsenal> OJ?
<Vander> No J! :)
<Arsenal> *RUNSLIKEOJDIDNTDRIVE!*
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<rbos> re.
Ch`Dith winds up, and *KERSMACKS* the other druggie out the ballpark
rbos makes himself invisible.
Trent twitches, walks over to the set and picks up the I-beam he ran into last 
session.
<SteveM> o/~ OJ Simpson.... NOT a Jew! o/~ *wild cheering*
<Arsenal> uh-oh....
<Ru`ach> *wince*
Vix watches Shakespeare in Love have alot of skin?
Ch`Dith picks up the GM and tosses him at Trent
<Vix> Weirdosity.
Trent then proceeds to *THWACK* Vix, Ars, Vander, and Steve with the multi-ton 
I-beam
<Ch`Dith> Fore!
<Vix> Ow.
Arsenal warps the laws of IRC Physics, and takes no damage
SteveM then beats Trent over the head and shoulders with the faggotty-ass wings 
on Angel Manfredy's boxing trunks.
<Trent> *grumble* Darn GM's.
<Trent> Steve: Err...
<Ru`ach> Steve: um...
Vander gets something out of the UGB[tm] that looks like a dead cat and 
scratches his back with it. All damage is immediately repaired/healed
<SteveM> Trent: I hate those.
<SteveM> That's why I used them
<SteveM> Would you prefer I beat you over the head and shoulders with Angel 
Manfredy himself?
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<Trent> Steve: I just have no idea what you're talking about, is all.
Trent sets mode: +o Rick 
<Vix> Heh.
<Trent> ey, Rick
<Vix> fnordrick
SteveM has HBO on right now, and they're showing boxing. Angel Manfredy is a 
boxer. EOF.
<Vander> Oi Rick
<Rick> sorry I'm late. I completely forgot
<Ru`ach> Well, shall we begin?
<Trent> Ahh, Ich sagt.
<Vander> All we're missing is Anya and the Line Walker
<Rick> Please take it easy if I miss something. I don't have my glasses.
<Ru`ach> Van: excuse moi?
Ch`Dith boogies to Principles of Lust
<Trent> No, just Anya.
<Arsenal> okay... where were we?
Ch`Dith cleans Vander's glasses
<Arsenal> Anya said she'd be late, if at all.
<Vander> OK
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Prozac sets mode: +o katster 
<Prozac> [katster] Still crazy after all these years...
<Vander> Oi Anya!
<SteveM> kats!
<katster> Yow.
<Trent> ..speak of the devil.
<Arsenal> *whee*
<Trent> ey kats
<katster> Forgot about the OCF, although the bike ride home tonight is gonna 
suck bad.
<rbos> oi, kat.
<Rick> hey Anyaa
katster hates being net.dead.
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<Rick> -a
Trent sets mode: +o Kasia 
<Arsenal> looks like I got my Summoning[tm] under control...
katster grumbles, wishes like anything that the rescomp idiots would turn the 
DHCP server on. :P
<Arsenal> now that we're all here... time for XP.
<Vander> Yay!
<Arsenal> Steve: 300
<Arsenal> Vander: 250
<Arsenal> Trent: 400
<Arsenal> Kasia: 250
<Arsenal> Ru'ach: 225
<Arsenal> Ch'Dith: 550
<Arsenal> Anya: 175
<Arsenal> Rick: 175
<Arsenal> Vix: 175
<Arsenal> that cover everyone?
<katster> speaking of which...Ars, you got my charprofile handy?  I'm not on my 
box. :P
<Trent> Yep.
<rbos> shad; I can't seem to access your ftp site.  Also, I think it's been 
compromised -- twice, I got a "user limit exceeded" error
<Arsenal> Anya: yeah... not sure how up-to-date it is, tho
<katster> *shrug* not much has changed except the exp #'s.
<katster> And I have those, just not here. :)
<Arsenal> I have yer XP listed as 2325, and needs 4000
<katster> I just need to remember other things that haven't changed. :)
<Arsenal> Ah.
<Arsenal> how much XP did you gain the previous two sessions.
<Ch`Dith> Ars: Did you count "potential self-sacrifice" into Trent's XP?
<katster> Ars: I've got a current copy, I can add it in when I get back to home.  
the exp is  not important right this moment. :)
<Arsenal> Ch: 100 good XP, 100 avoiding violence, and 200 helping Ru.
<katster> All I'm saying is I need to remember other things that have not 
changed since the leveling. %)
<Arsenal> kats: what else you need?
<katster> my skilllist is what I'm after. %)
<Arsenal> ah.
<Kasia> Ars: How does mine break down?
<katster> slow down!
<Arsenal> Kasia:
<Arsenal> 100 for good XP
<Arsenal> 100 for Telepathy
<Arsenal> 50 for Psionics
<Arsenal> ---
<Kasia> Sowwy. :(
<Arsenal> kats: sorry
<Arsenal> you catch all that I pasted at ya?
<Kasia> ... good XP? ;)
<Arsenal> Kas: yeah... pretty much
<Kasia> ... did I miss something, or are acronyms on sale for 1/2 off?
<Ch`Dith> *snicker* Make one, get one free?
<Kasia> Ch: No, half *off*. :)
<Kasia> I'm getting 100 XP for good XP. :)
<Arsenal> Kas: oops..
<Trent> Kas: Now *THAT* good XP.  =)
<Arsenal> RP, even
<Vander> BRB gotta reboot
<Kasia> :)
<SteveM> he meant RP
<Trent> +s
<katster> Argh.
<Kasia> I know. I'm just giving him a hard time. ;)
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<Trent> What she said
<katster> there.
katster whees, sorry, too much going on.
<Trent> kats: Know how that is, I do.
<katster> and I hate being net.dead. :P
<katster> anyway.
katster is now known as Anye
Anye is now known as Anya
<Anya> frackin' typists. :P
<Kasia> :P
Anya has not been having the greatest luck with computers lately. :P
<Arsenal> Okay... where was everyone at the end of last session?
Trent whips the bolt pistol out from behind his back, rapid fires 2 rounds 
through Anya's typist's head.
Vix was in the general store.
<Ch`Dith> Outside w/the Seeker, wondering why Vander shot a vulture.
<Trent> In the APC with Ru.
<Kasia> Eating... somewhere. With Steve.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> "Eating" she says... *eyebrowridge wiggle* get it?
<Rick> at APC
<Kasia> <OOC> Ch: ... *THWACK* *DESCALE*
<Rick> <OOC> ch`dith: That's sick
<SteveM> <OOC> Ch'd: *puree*
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Itaii! ^_^
Trent smacks Ch`D with the multi-ton I-beam he's still carrying.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Rick: No, just gutterminded. Learn your definitions.
<Kasia> <OOC> *BBQ*
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<UpLink> re
Trent sets mode: +o UpLink 
<Vix> mooul
<Kasia> <OOC> *POUND*
<SteveM> No gutterstuff yet, 'k?
UpLink is now known as Vander
<Trent> reya, Runt
<Rick> wb ul
<Kasia> <OOC> *STIR* *FRY*
<Vander> I need good juju! Let the Hobbit Stomping begin!
<Kasia> <OOC> *STIRFRY*
<Vix> <OOC> *SHAKE* *BAKE*
<Arsenal> Fine... Commence l'HobbitStompe
Arsenal sets mode: +o rbos 
SteveM hammers Vander into the ground with Ch'Dith.
Arsenal drops an anvil on Vander 's head
Kasia runs over the remainder of Ch'Dith and Vander with a big yellow bulldozer
Vix drops a yellow submarine on Vander.
Kasia then grabs KJ's Krikkit Battle Club and POUNDS the both of them
Rick uses Vander as a horseshoe stake and throws two straight ringers.
Trent shrugs, drops the I-beam he's holding and whistles. 12 seconds late, an 
assault squad of 10 Power Armored Space Marines converges on Vander and beats 
the snot out of Vander with their Power Fists.
<Ch`Dith> Ow
rbos OOCly bwahahs maniacally.
<Vix> "Hi everybody! I'm Johnny CHEESE FIST!" </random>
Kasia then picks up the both of them, molds them into a recognizably human 
shape, and EVISCERATES!
Ch`Dith sings o/~  We all live in a yellow fax machine! o/~
<Trent> *to Kasia* "Ye can keep that one if ye want, I've got more."
SteveM chokeslams the remainder through the floor into #teensexwarezforchrist
<Trent> Steve:.... ewww.
<Rick> ch`: lol
<Vander> Whu?
Anya looks up, ponders all the different variations on yellow submarine her high 
scholl drama class came up with...
Kasia shakes Ch'Dith into human form, rips out his toenails, pierces his tongue 
with them, then tears out his tonsils with a red-hot crowbar, stuffs his throat 
with broken glass, dislocates his fingers, then crushes all his bones with a 
mag-lite!
<Arsenal> Okay... we ready?
<Kasia> Not quite.
<Vander> o/~ We all live in a mellow apathy. Mellow apathy. Mellow apathy o/~
Rick puts Vander through a paper shredder and makes confetti.
<Arsenal> after all, we're supposed to eviscerate the hobbit, not the dwagon
<SteveM> <OOC> "And now, the severe beating of a gutterminded shadow dragon."
<Kasia> Ars: This isn't Stomp, this is revenge.
<Ch`Dith> Did I strike a nerve somewhere? Someone seems to be striking all of 
mine.
<Arsenal> the dragon'll get his. TRUST ME!
Trent watches the red armored Space Marines continue to pummel the Runt, grabs a 
bag of popcorn.
<Ch`Dith> Oh. Joy.
Kasia then lays Ch'Dith out flat on the ground and runs the lawnmower from hell 
over his back a few times.
<Kasia> ... Okay, I'm ready.,
<Arsenal> Okay... is the stomping/revenge out of everyone's systems?
Trent has been ready
<Vander> I think I'm ready. *test rolls his dice a few times*
<Vix> Yep.
Ch`Dith ows, groans, limps and ouchies.
SteveM has been ready
<Ch`Dith> Oh, deary me... Is that a three-headed monkey?
<Trent> Ch`D: Probably.
<Vander> Ack! No! Need more juju! More Stomping! please!
Anya brings over a big bandage, and puts it on Ch'Dith's nose. :)
Ch`Dith looks up at Anya, fully healed before she puts the bandage on. "Hmm?"
Kasia pats Ch'Diths cheek. "Feel better, honey? Good. Now, don't ever let me get 
*really* mad at you." *whistles...*
<Arsenal> Okay... I guess we'll start with the lesser druggie in the general 
store... before the night gets older.
Vix wanders into the produce section, and looks about for barley and hops(sp?).
Ch`Dith OOCly nods at Kas. "Gotcha." *to Steve* "Guess that goes double for you. 
Don't annoy this lady."
<Trent> <OOC> no, that's spelled right.
<Vix> <OOC> Oh, okay. ;)
<SteveM> <OOC> *to Ch'Dith* "Fortunately for me, I've gotten a great deal of 
experience of dealing with her mental state."
<Arsenal> Vix: in the corner, kind of out of the way, you find what you're 
looking for, but in *much* smaller quantities than what you'll need.
Vix grumbles, and looks for a shopkeeper of some sort.
Trent OOCly wonders why the concept of Vix brewing beer worries him.
<Vix> <OOC> Vix's Special Draft? %)
<Arsenal> All you see is a teenager behind the checkout counter.
SteveM OOCly ponders Vix brewing jimson weed tea.
<Arsenal> <OOC> I think his dandelion wine would scare me most..
Vix walks over to the counter, and eyes the teenager. "Is that," he points back 
at the corner, "all you've got for barley and hops?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> eep.
<Arsenal> She looks you in the eye and says, quite matter-of-factly, "Everything 
we have is on the counter."
<Arsenal> s/counter/shelf/
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> cue: What if God smoked Cannabis?
<Vix> *to checkout person* "Are you sure? Sure to the point where you wouldn't 
mind having a thousand irate camels spit on you?"
Vix keeps a dead straight face, and folds his arms.
Arsenal <OOC> takes his nunchucks, strips them of their foam practice padding, 
and pummels his typoist mercilessly.
<Arsenal> "Absolutely."
<Arsenal> btw, the rest of you at the APC can start any time you want.
<Arsenal> Rick, IIRC, you were on your way back to the APC?
Rick starts playing his new mandolin.
<Vix> "Oh. I see. I suppose I'll just have to take my order elsewhere. Pity. You 
see, I'm starting a brewery downtown, and will be needing monthly shipments, but 
I was hoping you'd be a decent supplier. I see you can't be relied on, yes?"
<Arsenal> Rick: skillroll?
<Rick> 34
<Arsenal> "We're just a general store,"
Ch`Dith looks from the dead vulture to Anya. 
Vander plays around with refinements to the AP EMPWeap x1
Ch`Dith raises a Belonging to Some of the People's Eyebrow.
<Vix> "Well, is there somewhere I could get decent sized quantities of barley 
and hops, then?"
<Arsenal> she tells you.  "Try a supplier."
Rick also sings
<Arsenal> rick, vander: skill rolls?
<Rick> 38 to sing
Anya looks up.  "Thanks, again."
<Vander> 29%
<Vix> "Well, you know, I would've never thought of that. Thank you."
Vix walks out of the store, and heads back towards the APC.
Trent realizes that neither he nor Ru have eaten anything for a while, speaks 
up. "Ru, you want to go grab something to eat?"
<Arsenal> Rick: your playing is good quality, but your singing is slightly off-
key
<Rick> brb
<Ru`ach> *to Trent* "Um... sure, I guess so."
Rick is now known as Rickawty
Ch`Dith nods at Anya, idly listens to the music.
<Arsenal> Van: this a design or modification roll?
<Vander> Ars: Modification
<Arsenal> 'k
Anya helps.
<Trent> "Great.  Erm... have you been to Worth before?"
<Arsenal> Steve: you and Kas can start as well, if'n ya want.
Ru`ach shakes her head. "No."
<Kasia> <OOC> Ars: PLEASE, NO!
<Kasia> <OOC> I'm typing for Ru. I can't RP at the same time. %P
<Arsenal> Ah
<Arsenal> 'k
Rickawty is now known as Rick
<Rick> bak
Trent shrugs, smiles. "Me neither. Well, it can't be too hard to find a place to 
eat. Shall we?"
Vander calls to Trent: Ru OK?
<Vander> +"
Arsenal notes the time is roughly noon, and the sky is starting to get a little 
overcast.
Ru`ach smiles slightly and shrugs.
<Arsenal> Ch: you smell rain in the air.
Vix glances up at the sky while walking, and pulls his hood over his head.
Trent wanders outside after stopping to grab one of his pistols (the PB pistol, 
JSYK) and a vibroknife. He puts the pistol in a shoulder holster and the knife 
in his right boot.
Rick pops his "Men at work tape in the radio. Starts grooving along.
<Rick> +"
Ch`Dith inhales, looks up.
<Ch`Dith> "You may want to get inside, or at least under cover."
rbos is away [autogone:10/l:on]
Trent glances over at the dragon. "Oh?"
<Arsenal> As Ch'D says this, the first drops of rain start falling.
Vander goes around the APC shutting all the open windows and hatches
<Ch`Dith> "It is starting to...."
Ch`Dith is interrupted by the falling drops.. "Rain,"
<Ch`Dith> -,+.-typist
Trent gets hit in the face by a rain drop the size of a quarter. "Oh. So I see."
Anya looks up at the sky, gets wet, is happy.
Ch`Dith snaps out his wings and holds them over the company to shield them from 
the rain
<Rick> *looking out window of APC* "I never had "Men at Work" do this before."
<Arsenal> Anya: you are suddenly hit with a sense of fear about the rain... not 
your own fear.
Anya blinks suddenly.
<Arsenal> the sensation dissipates quickly
Trent turns to Ru. "So, shall we walk or take one of the bikes?" He appears to 
barely notice the fact that he's getting wet.
Anya stands there in the rain looking around, confused.
Ch`Dith looks at Anya. "Is something wrong?"
<Arsenal> the rain is nothing more than a light drizzle right now
Vander moves about the vehicle bay, putting away tools and parts
<Ru`ach> "Walk, I think."
<Ru`ach> <OOc> o/~ I'm singing in the rain / Just singing in the rain / *taptap* 
o/~
<Anya> "No, no.  Nothing's wrong."
Trent nods. "All right." He starts walking with Ru into town.
<Trent> (keeping an eye out for I-beams, concrete, and asshole labor borgs.  ;)
<Ru`ach> <OOC> *chuckle*
<Arsenal> Anya: that mysterious voice in your head says, "Tell them nothing, 
forget you felt my fear, and forget you heard me."
Ru`ach idly ponders the near zero probability of a Jewish deli in Worth...
Ch`Dith looks at Anya. "If you say so."
<Arsenal> Ru: (diceroll) Nothing you can tell
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Aww. :P
<Trent> "Anywhere in particular you want to go?"
<Arsenal> bad juju diceroll program
Anya stands there, looking much like a drowned rat, with a semiconfused 
look....starts singing an old russian folksong to clear her head.
<Ru`ach> Ars: no real dice?
<Arsenal> Ru: not tonight
Vander runs an inventory on every weapons cache in the APC
Ch`Dith stands in the rain, dampness forming drops on the tips of his wings 
<Arsenal> Van: catch...
<Ru`ach> "I dunno... I think I'd like something Israeli, but they don't seem to 
have anything around here." *shrugs* "Anything is good right now, though."
<Vix> Ars: Am I getting near the APC?
<Arsenal> Vix: yes.
<Arsenal> you are also getting drenched.
<Vix> *shrug* No harm. ;)
Vix slogs along, cursing under his breath, and invoking various deities.
Rick <OOCly> wunders if we are gonna leave Worth sometime soon.
Trent raises an eyebrow. "Israeli? I thought you were human."
Ch`Dith nods in greeting at the druggie, water sloughing off his scales. "Good 
day."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> *wince*
<Arsenal> a flash of lightning is seen in the distance, to the southeast
Ru`ach chuckles. "And I thought you were educated."
Vix nods to Ch'Dith. "Greetings, wise one."
Anya waves at Vix, quits singing, stands there in silence, looking much like a 
drowned rat.
<Ru`ach> "No offense." %)
Trent chuckles too. "From a state orphanage? I barely learned to read."
<Arsenal> Van: that file I sent is pretty much the NSC Assets...
<Trent> "And none taken."
Vander finishes his inventory, whistling at the amount of firepower the APC's 
hauling around, sees the lightning, starts locking down anything that might get 
fried by it
<Vander> Ars: OK
Ch`Dith looks at Anya again. "I believe it would be prudent for you both to get 
inside somewhere dry."
<Arsenal> the stuff listed after the Semi-trailer is in the trailer.
Vix looks around at the sky, rain, and lightning, and grins madly. "I think a 
storm's coming."
Trent OOCly waits to get struck by lightning.
Vix steps inside the APC, and shakes his head, spraying the area with water from 
his hair.
Vander finishes his lockdown, then pulls the Hog out of the APC and heads into 
town
Anya nods quietly.  "You going to come in?"
<Arsenal> the rain picks up, same with the wind.
Ch`Dith grins widely at Vix. Good teeth. GOOD teeth. "I hope so. Call me if you 
need me." with that he leaps to the air and rides the storms
<Ru`ach> "Well... Israel was a country. And, a few generations ago, my family 
came from there to America. And there they met up with other families. And then 
all hell broke loose."
<Arsenal> the wind appears to be coming from the same direction as the 
lightning.
Vix stands in the APC, a small puddle forming around him, and waits for Anya to 
go inside.
Arsenal dicerolls, eyes this roll...
Ch`Dith doesn't really care, just soars with the storm beneath his wings
<Ru`ach> "Sorry if I'm being boring..."
<Trent> "Ahh, I see."  He starts glancing around for a eating establishment to 
hole up in.
Anya smiles at the dragon's daring and walks inside the APC, hoping like mad 
that this isn't going to turn out like that horror novel she read once.
Vander finds himself a bar and goes in for lunch and adrink
<Ru`ach> Ars: bad juju?
<Arsenal> Ch: you barely avoid being hit by a bolt of lightning
<Arsenal> Ru: barely... I had to heavily modify it so he'd miss it.
Ch`Dith banks slightly, a mad grin on his snout.
Anya sees Vix.  "How went the trip to town?"
Arsenal eyerolls at the next diceroll... a 1 on a 1D100...
Ch`Dith OOCly wonders how much damage a bolt of lightning would do
Vix shrugs. "I managed to talk a dealer down to half-price, but I still lack the 
ingredients necessary for brewing."
<Arsenal> Ch: you're hit by the lightning.
<Trent> "Boring?  Naah, you're not being boring.  So your ancestors got here 
before the Cataclysm?"
<Vix> <OOC> Owie.
<Arsenal> take off 15 MDC
SteveM looks out the window, sees the rain...
Anya nods.
<Trent> <OOC> Ch`D: Well, I guess ye get to find out!
<Arsenal> (just to be fair, I rolled 6D6 MDC... rolled low)
Ch`Dith gets ZAPped, outlined in glaring brilliance for just a heartbeat as the 
lightning arcs through him. When any observer's eyes clear again, it's as if 
nothing happened. 
<Ru`ach> "Yeah. Some."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> this would be the equiv of a human taking 1 SDC from an anti-
cattle electric fence.
Ch`Dith flies on
<Kasia> <OOC> Zap him again! Hit him! Hit him!
Vix pushes his now-sagging hair out of his face, and scratches his chin. "I 
wonder if there's somewhere around this town I could steal a semi."
<Arsenal> Ch: pretty much... dwagons are tough critters.
Trent feels the wind pick up, notices a restraunt (sp?) that appears to be 
fairly clean and stuff. "Eh... you know, we might want to get out of the rain. 
How about this place?"
<Kasia> <OOC> </Cristof>
<Anya> "I wouldn't know.  Not sure I'd condone theft, but..."
Vander gets a seat at a corner table, sits down and waits for a 
waiter/waitress/barkeep to take his order
Ru`ach looks in. What type food?
<Vix> "Preferable a semi filled with barley, hops, and several tons of reefer. 
And while I'm wishing, I want my old job back."
<Vix> -e+y
<Anya> "What was that?"
<Arsenal> Ru: Oriental/American
<Ru`ach> Ars: :9
<Trent> =9
<Arsenal> Van: the barfly wanders up to you, "What'll it be, short stuff?"
<Vix> "A technician. Many, many years ago."
<Ru`ach> "Sure... They have some Japanese dishes, I hope..."
Ch`Dith rides out the storm as long as it's in the Worth area.
<Trent> "Japanese?"  He walks in alongside Ru.
<Arsenal> the storm just gets heavier.
Vix sits down, and removes his sandals, turning them upside down on the floor to 
dry.
<Vander> *to barfly* "I'll have a pint o' yer best and a menu."
<Ru`ach> "Don't tell me..." *cracks up*
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Oh, and that radio headset I was wearing is probably toast.
<Anya> "A technician?  What kind?  And where?"
<Arsenal> Van: she hands you a menu, and goes to get your beer.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Same waitress as Rick's? *duck*
Vander looks it over
<Arsenal> Ch: Nope
Trent glances over at Ru, starts chuckling again. "Okay, so I don't have a hell 
of a lot of an education."
Ch`Dith OOCly wonders if he should be annoying the GM while he's flying in a 
thunderstorm. That qualifies as yelling "ALL GODS ARE BASTARDS!" 
<Arsenal> you're right... 
Ru`ach calms down. Still chuckling, says, "Well, if I start acting like my 4th 
grade teacher, I'd suggest you stop talking to me."
Trent gets a table for himself and Ru, waits for a wait-person
<Arsenal> consider yourself struck by three consecutive lightning bolts.
<Trent> "Now why would I want to do that?"
<Vix> "I maintained the radio array at a monastery. Primarily, the scrambler 
system."
<Arsenal> 26, 19, and 26 MDC
<Ch`Dith> Ouch.
<Arsenal> Trent: naturally, one comes over.
<Trent> <OOC> Ladies and Gentlemen, Ch`Dith, the inhuman lightning rod!
<Anya> "Neat.  So why'd you leave?"
<Arsenal> "What'll it be, sugah?"
Ch`Dith isn't singed.
Trent looks at the menu. Tries turning it sideways. Turns to Ru. "Uh... do you 
know what any of this stuff is?"
<Vix> "The Coalition attacked us for harboring deebees. We were hopelessly 
outgunned. I survived by sheer luck, as did two others."
Ch`Dith is maybe just a tad singed, but is having way too much fun. (that and 
the charring will clear away in 10 minutes or so)
<Arsenal> Van: yours comes back to you, and asks, "You ready.  Lemme guess, you 
want a small fry, and a short order of shrimp.  Am I right?"
<Trent> <OOC> *ROFL*
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> *snickersnortcackle* It's not Trent who gets into a barfight, 
it's shorty!
Anya sighs.  "Sounds like them.  Stupid things like that get people killed, 
and..."
Rick goes to find the others in the diner.
Anya sighs again.
<Ru`ach> "Should I order for both of us? Or do you want details of the good 
stuff on here?"
<Arsenal> Rick: which of the three?
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Rick: They're in at least two, probably three separate diners.
<Vander> *to barfly* "Very funny. Anything on hear you'd suggest?"
Ch`Dith clears up 40 MDC after 5 minutes
<Arsenal> "Well, the shrimp toast ain't that bad.  The meatloaf is the best 
served this side of the border."
Vix nods slowly. "I've experienced their idiotic system of justice thrice in my 
existence. They destroyed the monastery, murdered the other two survivors after 
we hid from them for several years, and then.. nevermind." He stops talking, and 
glares coldly at the wall.
<Rick> the oriental american
<Arsenal> "Other than that, I just work here."
<Trent> "Err... yeah, I think I'd like to hear what some of this stuff is.  And 
how to pronounce it."
<Vander> "Roit. I'll have the meatloaf."
Anya shrugs.  "Don't worry, I'm not all that fond of them myself.  Funny...if 
things hadn't changed, I'd prolly be one of their finest.  Like Mitka was."
<Vix> "You were one of them, or do I misunderstand?"
<Arsenal> Trent, Ru: yours comes over... she's a Japanese youth.
Arsenal checks Ru's origin...
<SteveM> <OOC> Oh boy
<Rick> Ars: did I find them? 
<Anya> "I was born and raised in Lone Star.  Guess that does make me of them, 
doesn't it?" :P
<Ru`ach> Ars: Israeli. Randomly Caucasian in apperance.
<Ru`ach> "Well... There's Chow Mein. Noodles. Comes with veggies, beef, or 
chicken. Highly reccomended."
Vix shrugs. "No. It doesn't. Not in my book, anyway."
<Arsenal> the waitress looks at Ru... "Mahouko?" You recognize her as Sachiko
<Arsenal> Rick: no, you're just getting wet
<Ru`ach> Ars: Um, how?
Trent nods.
<Arsenal> Ru: I grabbed the name from your origin story.
<Ru`ach> Ars: We'll have a *long* talk later.
<Arsenal> okay... scratch above, then
Rick run for any diner he can find
<Arsenal> Rick: you walk into the one from last night.
Vix looks around the APC. "Is there any food in this thing?"
Anya thanks Vix.  "But it still seee
<Anya> "It still seems as if I am, though."
Anya OOCly nukes a typist.
<Arsenal> Trent, Ru: your anonymous waitress is waiting.
<Trent> "Chow Mein.  Okay, that sounds good.  What else is there?"
<Ru`ach> *to the waitress* *Japanese, if her origin still stands* "We'll have 
water and rice tea to start with."
<Arsenal> she's Japanese, yes...
<Vix> "And I'm a traitor to the Coalition. Apparently, not realizing the error 
of my ways and stopping my friends from killing a Coalition solider is treason."
Rick takes a seat facing the door, like always.
Vander makes a few changes to a schematic of a laser rifle, trying to up the 
amount of damage it can do.
<Vix> "But that's all in the past, as is your history. It doesn;t affect the 
present unless you let it, and you don't seem to be letting it. Ergo, you 
weren't one of them.. sorry, I use odd logic, I guess."
<Ru`ach> *to the waitress* "And we'll need a few minutes to decide."
<Arsenal> Rick: Sally walks up to you with a smile.  "Howdy, stranger."
<Vander> <OOC> Ho! Ho! Ho!
Trent blinks at the stream of unintelligible (to him anyway) words, nods 
uncomprehendingly.
Anya smiles.  "It's okay.  I'm just of the opinion your past makes you who you 
are.  And I worry too much."
<Kasia> <OOC> Toga! Toga! Toga! </random>
<Rick> *to ho* "Well Hello to you. I'ld like a menu."
<Arsenal> Rick: she hands you one.  "By the way, thanks for the tip last night. 
Coming back for more tonight?"
<Ru`ach> *to Trent* *in American ;)* "Sorry. Anyhow.... Let's see... there's 
Tampura..."
<Vander> <OOC> Rick: Stay good Rick! Stay good!
<Ru`ach> s/Tampura/Tempura/
<Rick> "no thanx. I like my money where it is. Maybe some other time tho."
<Trent> "That's okay.  What's Tempura?"
Ch`Dith OOCly refrains from commenting, being all too aware where he's flying.
rbos changes topic to "Never argue with a man who buys ink by the barrel.Never 
argue with a man who buys ink by the barrel."
<Vix> "You can never worry too much. You can only worry about the wrong things. 
And you seem to be alive, so you're probably doing okay in that area too. 
Anyway, like I said, is there any good here? By the Goddess, I'm famished."
rbos changes topic to "Never argue with a man who buys ink by the barrel."
<Vix> <OOC> -g+f
<Vix> <OOC> Damned typoists! A pox on you!
<Anya> "Back in town, perhaps.  I don't know what's all around the APC."
<Arsenal> Vix, Anya: mostly MREs...
Ru`ach continues to detail a few more items on the menu. *slack*
Rick looks at the menu. Ars: any specials?
<Arsenal> Coalition rations.
<Vix> <OOC> *twitch*
<Arsenal> Rick: nope
Vander changes topic to "The best diplomat is the one with the biggest gun."
Kasia <OOC> steals the keyboard... Ru has left the building.
<Kasia> <OOC> Well, the room, anyway.
<Arsenal> okay... skipping ahead past the lunch crowd...
Trent nods, orders stuff that sounds good, etc...
Vander looks outside at the rain
<Rick> to ho* "I'll start off with a beer. 
<Arsenal> the rain subsides, and disappears in an hour.
<Kasia> Ars: Aww... but that's why I stole the kb! ;)
<Arsenal> Kas: okay... 
Ch`Dith is already fully healed by the time the storm falls off.
<Arsenal> the others can zone out for a minute. %)
Anya OOCly zones. %)
<Kasia> Yay. ;)
Vix OOCly zones out? %)
Vander heads back for the APC after the rain lets up and does random stuff in 
the vehicle bay
<Kasia> No, really. Go on with your business. Move along, nothing to see here...
Ru`ach <OOC> zones for lack of computer
<Arsenal> suffice to say (for those who are not Steve and Kasia), your food 
arrives, it tastes at the very least decent.
<Arsenal> Steve, Kas: take it away.... your food's already there.
<Arsenal> (if you ordered)
Kasia orders... something that tastes like chicken. Picks at it. "How's life?"
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "Life... is life."
<Kasia> "That has got to be the vaguest answer to that question I've ever 
heard."
SteveM picks the skin of his fried chicken. "Well, we got about everything we 
needed done, done. And I haven't the faintest idea what to do next. Actually, I 
have an idea, but I want to have everybody present to bounce it off them before 
I proceed."
<Kasia> "... really?"
<SteveM> "Yeah, really. There's a convoy escort job that pays a cool million."
<Kasia> *around a mouthful of Chicken Delight* "Mmmm.... million?"
SteveM nods and takes a bite of his Big Piece of Chicken.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Try not to spray Chicken Bitz over Steve
<Arsenal> <OOC> or Deep Fried Bos Bits.
<Arsenal> :9
<Kasia> <OOC> *frappe*
<SteveM> <OOC> But Ars, we are NOT at any slightly disreputable supermarket!
<rbos> <OOC> available from a mildly disreptuable supermarket near --dammit
<Kasia> :9
<Arsenal> <OOC> How do you know the restaurant doesn't buy from one?
<Kasia> <OOC> Tastes like ... chicken!
<Vander> <OOC> Wow! Sliced bread! That's gotta be the best thing since... sliced 
bread!"
Kasia sighs. "Sheesh. You know, I haven't actually made any honest money 
since... ..."
<Kasia> "Come to think of it, I don't think I've *ever* made any honest money."
SteveM shrugs, smiles. "I might just make an honest woman of you yet."
Trent OOCly cackles
Kasia laughs. "Don't overestimate yourself."
Arsenal <OOC> watches a pig fly?  only on Rifts earth... %)
<SteveM> "Well, I don't dream small, that's for sure."
<Kasia> "Mmm... I noticed."
<SteveM> "I mean, just this one group of people going out and toasting vampires, 
and other strange extradimensional weirdies is fine, but sooner or later we're 
going to have to get some real backing if we're to survive what lies ahead."
<Vander> <OOC> And Ru only dreams nightmares, you stuck up wombat :)
Kasia raises her eyebrows. "... backing?"
<SteveM> "Trent might have said time and again that we weren't a merc unit, but 
I think as a result of everything that's happened lately that I agree with him."
<SteveM> "We're not a merc unit, no. But I think what we are right now is a good 
nucleus for one."
<Trent> <OOC> Err, Steve?  It was YOU that was saying that.
SteveM OOCly needs to use the little boy's room... Thanks for that correction, 
Trent, I'll deal with your @$$ later.
<Arsenal> <OOC> Yeah, but that was when Vander was calling the team 'Mitchell's 
Marauders'.
Kasia nods. "Ahh." She stares at her plate, then out the window. "The rain seems 
to be letting up... you said somehting about talking to everyone?"
<Vander> <OOC> And it's still a good name
<Arsenal> <OOC> You *know* Steve doesn't want the merc unit named after him
SteveM nods. "Maybe we should finish lunch up first."
<Kasia> "... sure."
Kasia finishes her unidentified chicken-like food rapidly
Anya is away [TE/09:19PM] - autogone/20 - [l/ON]
<Anya>  /back growl.
<SteveM> "Something's bugging you, I can tell." *eats his Big Piece of Chicken*
Anya is back [*growl*]
Ch`Dith aways for a sec while he visits the little dwagon's room
Kasia glances over, smiles. "Nothing you did, hon."
SteveM smiles back. "Whatever it is, darlin', you can tell me."
Kasia shakes her head slightly, still smiling. "It's... nothing, really."
SteveM buys that (for the moment)
<SteveM> "We'd better track down the others."
Arsenal sighs... is everyone but Steve and Kasia back at the APC, or not?
Trent and Ru are eating... though we'd probably be heading back about the same 
time Steve and Kasia would be.
<Kasia> "Good idea."
Anya and Vix are, dunno who else is.
<Arsenal> Trent: *nod*
<Ch`Dith> b.
Ch`Dith is still airborne, decides to call it a flight when the wind dies down
Vander finds the gun belonging to the schematics he modigied, gets out some 
tools, and starts into the actual modifications
Vix OOCly unidles
<Arsenal> Van: which gun?
<Vander> C-10 Light Assault Laser Rifles
<Arsenal> and make a roll on Weapons Engineer when you're done with it.
<Vander> 22%
<Arsenal> 'k... what modifications are you making?
Rick heads back to the APC
<Vander> Trying to up the amount of damage
<Rick> brb
Rick is now known as RickAway
<Arsenal> well, the roll added 1D6 more to the damage.
<Vander> 'k
<SteveM> Van: <OOC> You're trying to turn C-10s into ReNDs?
<Arsenal> Alrighty... everyone back at the APC?
<Kasia> Yep.
<Arsenal> okay...
Ch`Dith lands eventually by the APC
<SteveM> yepyep
<Arsenal> Rick, you're the last one to stagger in.
Trent wanders back with Ru, dripping wet but oddly happy.
<Vander> <OOC> Steve: Nope. Just boost their damage output
<Trent> <OOC> Well, maybe not so odd...
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Don't tell me Trent doesn't like the Wet T-Shirt look on Ru.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Thunderstorm was over, right? 
Arsenal eyerolls, and zaps Ch`Dith with a stray lightning bolt.
Trent OOCly brandishes the I-beam at Ch`Dith.
Kasia is singing Safe In My Garden under her breath...
<Arsenal> bah... a mere 16 damage. :P
<SteveM> <OOC> Ch'D: You're becoming quite the cunning linguist, no?
<Arsenal> Steve: *ow*
<Arsenal> that's *BAD*
<SteveM> Ars: He had it coming.
<Kasia> "o/~ Safe in my garden / An ancient flower blooms... / cops out with the 
megaphones / Tellin' people, stay inside their homes / hey... the world's on 
fire... o/~
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Steve: That one's been done to death by the inimtable Rev. 
Shayne Dark... I'm immune to it.
<Kasia> +"
<Arsenal> that he did.. but that's Vander-level puns
Trent looks around, sees the party assembled back in one place. He leans against 
the APC. "So, now what?"
<Trent> *this to Steve*
<SteveM> "Find a place to sit, all of you... I got something I need to talk to 
you about."
Ch`Dith humanforms and plunks down in a chair
Anya sits on the stoop of the apc.
<Arsenal> Cd: the chair part of you as well?
Vix looks up at Steve, and puts his sandals back on, tossing aside the wrapper 
from an MRE.
Kasia shrugs, leans against the APC by Anya
Trent 's boot squelches in the mud. "I've had enough of earth things getting 
stuck in my clothes. I'll lean.
<Trent> +"
Vander continues puttering around in the vehicle bay, looking for something else 
to modify
<Ch`Dith> Ars: Nope. Just my (dry) clothes.
Kasia rolls her eyes back and telepathically 'shouts' at Vander... "Hey, RUNT! 
Steve wants a meeting!"
<SteveM> "What we need to work out is where do we go from here. I've a few 
ideas, but I want everybody's input before I make a decision."
<Ch`Dith> Oh, we're outside? Scratch that then. 
Ch`Dith sits down where he landed, in dwagon form.
Trent waves his right hand vaguely, as if biding Steve to continue.
<Trent> +d
<Vander> *to Kasia* . o O (Coming, mother!) *heads into the other room*
Vix stands and leans on his staff, alongside of the APC.
<Arsenal> Van: s/other room/outside/
<Vander> Ars: That too
Ch`Dith sits and waits, still as a rock, patient as time
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> So get on with the speech already.
<SteveM> "There's an escort job that pays a million dollars upon completion."
<Vix> <OOC> I thought that time waited for no one? Doesn't sound too patient for 
me. %) *DUCK*
<Arsenal> btw, http://dagwood.sandwich.net/rifts/weapons/NSC_Assets.txt for 
those who want to see just what the team has as far as team assets.
<Trent> "Oh?"
Vix blinks. "For that much, it's got to be something unpleasant to escort. 
What's the catch?"
<Vander> <OOC> Selling the APC could net all of us enough to live comfortably :)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> This is gonna hurt... but I gotta.
<SteveM> "Yeah, it's being offered at the palace."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Is that counting Kas and Ru's... "assets" ? *nudge nudge*
Arsenal drops an anvil on Ch`Dith 's head
Ch`Dith awaits electric death.
Arsenal drops an anvil on Ch`Dith 's head
<Ch`Dith> +OOCly
Arsenal drops an anvil on Ch`Dith 's head
<SteveM> *to Vix* "If I read the map of North America correctly, it takes us 
across the Magic Zone."
Vander hammers Ch'D into the dirt with Ozzy's ego
<Kasia> <OOC> Yan can cook! *whirrrrchopchopchopchop*
Trent beats the hell out of Ch`Dith with his multi-ton I-beam
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Sorry. I tried. 
SteveM <OOCly> bats Ch'Dith into lower earth orbit with Saudi Arabia
<Trent> "The Magic zone.  This could be interesting."
<Vix> *to Steve* "Figures."
Ch`Dith frowns slightly but makes no comment
Arsenal <OOC> watches Ch'Dith get blown up upon hitting the defense systems.
<Kasia> "Magic zone?"
<RickAway> k
<Anya> "Where's the termination point?"
RickAway is now known as Rick
<Vander> *to Steve* "Ain't that place s'pposed to be suicide for non-magical 
types?
<Rick> bak
<Vander> "
<Rick> <OOC> what'd I miss
<Arsenal> Rick: you're back at the APC... read the scroll.
<SteveM> "Beats me, but I do know that the destination's Queenston Harbor."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Ouch. I had that coming, I know. I tried to stay good but I 
couldn't. Impossible to resist once I thought of it.
<SteveM> *to Vander* "We made it through the Vampire Kingdoms, didn't we?"
Anya nods.
<Vander> *to Stev* "Vamps are wimps anyway, but from what i heard about the 
MZ... that place is a real fry pit."
Trent shrugs. "Just how far is this Queenston Harbor?"
<SteveM> *to Trent* "It's on the shores of Lake Erie."
<Trent> "Ah."
Kasia listens idly
<SteveM> *to Vander* "Nice segue into the second part of what I want to talk to 
you about."
<Vander> *to Steve* "Why does that make me nervous?"
Trent raises an eyebrow. "Second part..?"
<Vix> *to vander* "Past experience?"
<Vander> *to Vix* "Yah. There is that."
<SteveM> "A while back, I said that we weren't a merc unit. But in light of 
everything that's been going on, I've been thinking about things."
<Vander> "Woohoo! Mitchell's Marauders are on the ride!:
<Vander> -: +"
<Arsenal> <OOC> I *KNEW* that was coming. %)
<Vander> <OOC> :)
<SteveM> "What I believe we have here now is a nucleus for a decent merc unit. 
And no, we will NOT go by Mitchell's Marauders."
Trent nods, not really all that surprised. "What are ye calling us?"
Anya smiles quietly, mulling things over.
Vander makes a gesture of "I just give up!" and waits for the next bit
Rick does a systems check on the APC
<Arsenal> Rick: you paying attention to Steve's speech?
<SteveM> "Unless anybody has a better name, we are now the North Star Company. 
You don't have to join if you don't want to."
<Rick> yeah
<Arsenal> How can you do that from inside, when he's outside.  Systems checks 
are usually run from inside, IIRC.
<Trent> "Heh.  I'm in."
Anya looks up.  "Poetic name.  Pointing the way in the darkness?"
<Rick> well I thought everyone was inside the APC
<Arsenal> Ah... didn't I say, "read the scroll"?
Rick comes out of the APC a little late but heard the speach.
<Vander> "You're calling it the 'North Star Company? Why? What's the stars got 
to do with anything?"
<SteveM> *to Anya* "Something like that. My old outfit was known as the Southern 
Cross, also."
Ch`Dith simply nods. "I fly with you."
<SteveM> "Adds symmetry."
<Rick> ARS: (not getting agrivated) didn't I say at the begining that I didn't 
have my glasses and my eyes are bugging me?
<Vander> "Figures. I had to fall in with a sentimental romantic! 'k, I'm in."
Ru`ach looks at Trent. Shrugs. "Sure."
<Arsenal> Rick: 'k... sorry, forgot.
Anya nods.  "Well...it'll be an adventure.  Story of my life.  Count me in."
Kasia shrugs. "I think you know my answer already."
Rick walks up to him. "Count me in!"
<SteveM> *to Vander* "Ask Anya about the stars sometime."
Trent idly pulls out his pistol and field strips it, waiting for Steve to 
continue.
<Vix> "I'm with you people, I suppose, and I'm not dead yet, so I'll hang 
around."
<Vander> *to Trent* "Want the power output on that juiced up?"
<SteveM> "Then, by the power vested in all of us, I hereby promote myself to 
Captain.
<SteveM> +"
Kasia applauds.
Trent looks over at Vander. "Really?"
<Rick> "Can you do that?"
<Vix> *to Rick* "Magic."
Anya cheers.
Vander does an Arsenio Hall woofage
Vix makes a mysterious symbol with his hands at Rick.
<SteveM> *to Rick* "It's a company, and companies are led by Captains."
<Arsenal> <OOC> or better
<Trent> *sarcaticially* "All hail Captain Steve." He tosses of a sloppy salute, 
grinning.
<SteveM> *to Trent, chuckling* "Don't laugh too much, *Lieutenant* Trent."
<Trent> "WHAT?!?"
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
<Rick> *laughs*
Anya laughs.
<SteveM> "You're now my executive officer. Congratulations."
<Vander> "Roit. then I'm gonna have to get me bum back into town fer some paint. 
This CS piece o' crap's gonna need a whole new look."
<Arsenal> <OOC> Every Captain needs his Lieutenant.
Ru`ach grins. "I always liked men in uniform."
Trent does what could best be described as a facefault. Sputters a few times.
Anya cheers for Trent, too.
<SteveM> *to Trent* "Would you prefer First Sergeant?"
Kasia laughs
Rick gets the idea to "Tank Girl" the APC.
<Arsenal> <OOC> well, who else would he pick to be his second?
<Vander> <OOC> Ars: True
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Rick: Vander's WAY ahead of you.
Vix raises an eyebrow to all this, and leans back against the APC.
<Rick> CH: I mean the full AI.
<Kasia> <OOC> Can Vix cook? ;
<Kasia> ;) even
<Trent> "No... congratulations.  You're the first person to surprise me since 
that trio of borgs yester..."  he trails off, realizing that he hadn't mentioned 
that before, and doesn't really want to.
<Arsenal> Kas: lemme check.
<Vix> <OOC> Ars: Wilderness Survival. He'd know how to make SOME stuff. Nothing 
gourmet. ;)
<Arsenal> No, Vix can't cook, but he sure can dance. %)
<Vix> <OOC> Hell, yeah!
<Kasia> <OOC> Well, Vix can be our supplier. ;)
<SteveM> *to Trent* "I knew there was a reason you ended up with concrete all 
over you, unless Ru decided she wanted to run real fast over some setting 
sidewalk."
<Trent> Kasia: Company Morale Oficer?
<Arsenal> Kas: I think Brewmeister would be more appropriate for Vix
<Anya> <OOC> Happiness is Mandatory, Citizen. ;)
<Vix> <OOC> Vix also does basic electrical stuff and scramblers,  but vander 
prolly does, too, so, ohwell. ;)
<SteveM> "We'll iron out the details about where everybody else fits in later."
<Vander> "I guess this makes me the official Grease Monkey of this group o' 
freaks?"
<Arsenal> Vix: Vander's an operator... he can fix anything.
<Trent> *grumblemutterletitdroppleasemuttergrumble*
<Rick> "and, of course, I'll be the driver."
<SteveM> *to Vander* "Got it in one."
<Vix> <OOC> Yep. Brewmeister. ;)
<SteveM> *to Rick* "At least at first. There's going to be more."
<Vander> "Yay. I'll be in the vehicle bay breaking something."
Kasia dissapears in the commotion
Trent remembers something, looks down at his pistol. "Oh yeah, you said you 
could improve this?"
Vander heads for the vb
<Vander> *to Trent* "Yah. Gimme."
<Arsenal> Vix: don't forget, as a Travelling Priest, you do have an obligation 
to bring spiritual help to the company.
<Anya> "Well, what use does he have for a scholar?  Too bad, he's stuck with 
me." *smiles*
Trent hands the pistol over butt first. "Try not to destroy it."
<Rick> "Oh? I've got more responsibility?"
<SteveM> *to Anya* "Let's see, there's intelligence, logisitics, that sorta 
thing."
<Vix> <OO>C Yeah, yeah. Discordian spiritual help. Which is, "Here, have some 
reefer. Feel betrer now, don't you?" ;)
<Vander> *to Trent* "Hey. It's me." *cocky grin*
<Arsenal> Vix: *chuckle*
Kasia ends up by the Plow, sits down and practices juggling with TK
<Trent> "That's what I'm worried about."
<SteveM> "Like I said, we'll hammer out the details later on in the evening."
<Arsenal> Van: one roll for the design, and one for the actual modifications.
Anya smiles.  "Glad I'm worth it to you." 
<Arsenal> Trent: which pistol, btw?
<Trent> "Yeah, I'd imagine there'd be a few to hammer out."
Kasia starts singing "Across the Universe" under her breath
<Vix> <OOC> Ars: Hey, there were some things that TPs can do, weren't there? 
Like, bless things, or something?
<Trent> Ars: The Particle Pistol.
Rick feels so happy to be doing something that he plays his Mandolin and sings
<Arsenal> Vix: *nod*... I believe that I explained everything in the sheet I 
sent ya.
<Rick> 23 to mandolin
<Arsenal> Rick: rolls respectively, please?
<Vix> <OOC> Yep. But I don't have the sheet. Ohwell. :)
<Arsenal> oh
Vander starts humming _End of the World (As We Know It)_
<Kasia> "o/~ Jai guru devaaaa... om... / Nothin's gonna change my world... / 
Nothin's gonna change my world... o/~"
<Rick> 6 to sing
SteveM nods before telling Trent, "Yes. And that's where I'll be needing 
everybody to provide input as well."
<Trent> "Of course.  Sir."  He grins as he says this.
<Arsenal> Rick: okay, both are quite pleasant for everyone to listen to.
Vix listens to the music for a few seconds, and starts dancing bizarrely, in 
sort of a break dance/disco/polka style, which defies taste and physics.
<Vander> 49% (design), 13% (mods)
<Vix> <OOC> Ars: Mind rolling for Dance, for me? I lack dice.
<SteveM> *to Trent* "Tell me what you think of this." *hands him a sheet of 
paper*
Anya listens to Rick, pulls out the harmonica, and joins in. (1, Ars.) 
<Arsenal> Van: the actual modifications will take until dinner,
<Vander> Ars: 'k
<SteveM> <OOC> Trent: the file I DCC'd you is what's on the paper.
Trent looks at the sheet, starts reading.
<Trent> <OOC> figgered as much.
<Arsenal> Trent: ... Literacy roll.
Ch`Dith listens to the song, starts humming along in a nice bass voice. 
<Rick> <OOC> yay we're getting a hodown here.
<Ch`Dith> (20 to Sing)
<Vix> <OOC> Ars: *poke* Roll? Dice doth I lack?
<Trent> 39%...barely passed
<SteveM> <OOC> o/~ The Lord loves a hangin', that's why He gave us necks.... o/~
<Arsenal> Vix: 7
<Vix> <OOC> D'oh. That's bad for Dance, innit? ;)
<Arsenal> no, that's damn good.
<Ch`Dith> No, it's good.
<Vix> <OOC> ...oh.
<Arsenal> the lower the dice roll, the better...
Vander gets out the grinder and turns it on a few times, just to give Trent some 
doubts.
Kasia drops the rocks, stands up, and attempts to practice with her Psi-sword. 
After five minutes, she sighs, gets rid of the blade, and sits down again.
<Rick> "o/~ in heaven there is no beer...that's why we drink it here...o/~"
<Arsenal> beware the 99 and 100, for they are certain death
<Vix> <OOC> My lack of knowledge of this system is now readily apparent. ;)
SteveM OOCly wonders what time it is, ICly checks his watch.
<Arsenal> StevE: where you are, midnight.
Trent finishes reading, jolts at the sound of the grinder. "I like the part 
about commands being given 'from time to time'"
<SteveM> Ars: I meant in the game. 
<Vander> <OOC> Ars: I think he means gametime
<Arsenal> Ah.  it's about 1 pm.
<Rick> Vander: What time is it RL.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Where I am, 7 AM
<Rick> ch sunday?
<Rick> +:
SteveM accepts the paper back from Trent. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to 
figure out where Kasia disappeared to."
<Ch`Dith> No, tuesday. 
<Vander> Rick: 1:06AM
<Trent> "Okay."
Kasia puts her head in her hands and sighs
Vix starts singing a short ballad in Techno-Can, something about how pretty the 
color code on resistors are.
SteveM searches for Kasia... finds her about two minutes later.
<Arsenal> Vix: Techno-can language roll.
Kasia practices Electrokinetic manipulation, amusing herself by making visibls 
sparks jump between her fingertips.
Anya listens to Vix.
Trent leans back agains the APC, still in something like shock, and resists the 
urge to beat the hell out of Vix.
<Vix> Ars: No dice. Roll for me, please? I'll be back home next time.
<Arsenal> ooh... 93... Vix: your song is complete gibberish
<Vix> <OOC> Heheh. %)
<Arsenal> which is completely in-character, might I add?
<Arsenal> %)
<Vix> <OOC> *snicker*
<Rick> <OOC> technobabble. :)
<Kasia> %)
<Arsenal> well, not even a technobabble generator would spew what Vix is 
singing. %)
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "It couldn't have been that boring."
<Vix> <OOC> "Zarg blargle warg beep beep!"
<Rick> ouch
Anya has no idea what he's saying, so...
Ru`ach goes inside, grabs the spell book, and starts memorizing.
Kasia laughs shortly. "Not boring."
Trent pulls out a deck of cards, deals himself a game of solitaire. Loses within 
5 minutes.
<Ru`ach> (passing the roll for literacy)
<Arsenal> Ru. 'k
rbos is now known as rb_afk
<SteveM> <OOC> More like "Resident diagnostics, brickbat lingerie, tetraflux 
solenoid."
Ch`Dith shifts into human form and plunks down somewhere inside for the time 
being.
Vix stops singing and dancing, and walks over near Anya, slightly out of breath.
Vander grabs some scrap pieces and components out of the refuse bin, and tosses 
them outside in mock disgust. "Farking junkie weapon! Hope that power unit 
doesn't blow up!" *then goes back to working on Trent's gun. >:)
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "Something is bothering you. Come on, I know the signs."
<Arsenal> <OOC> "What the hell were you singing out there?" "I have no idea."
Kasia shakes her head. "I didn't want to be the wet blanket at your celebration, 
so..."
<Ch`Dith> *props feet up* *laces fingers behind head* *wonders if this is as 
relaxing a pose as humans claim*
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Must... Resist.... 
<Vix> *to Anya* "That was unexpected, yes?"
<Kasia> <OOC> *Pre-emptive THWACK*
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Too... easy... mind... in... gutter.
<Anya> "What, improptu party?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Ow. 
<Arsenal> Ch: say it in the bar.
<Vix> "No, the formation of a mercenary group."
Trent jolts slightly, gets concerned about Vander, manages to restrain himself 
from running over.
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "To be honest with you, I wasn't expecting a celebration."
<Vix> "Impromptu parties are ALWAYS unexpected."
Vander chuckles to himself and keeps working
<Rick> " But always fun!"
<Vix> <OOC> I should write Oh, The Resistors are Pretty Today, someday, in 
ballad form. %)
<Vander> <OOC> "All hail the Holy Ohm!" :)
Trent manages to restrain himself. "Anyone up for a game of cards?"
<Vix> <OOC> *snicker*
Kasia shrugs. "Yeah, but, still."
<Arsenal> <OOC> Van: given Vix's OCC, *taht* I can believe.
<Vander> Ars: :)
Arsenal drops an anvil on his typoist
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
<Anya> "This is true.  I wasn't quite expecting that.  But hey, it's always an 
adventure."
<Vix> <OOC> The refrain would go "Bad boys rape our young girls / but violet 
gives willingly. / In cold cold rooms where tranformers crackle, crackle like 
ice chillingly!" </electrician humor> ;)
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "You must be having doubts about something."
<Vix> <OOC> Damn, I'm poetic. ;)
<Kasia> "Doubts... you could say that."
Rick starts singing "house at poo courner".
Vander finishes the weapon, takes it outside for a test shot
<Rick> 23 to sing
Vix nods. "I just wonder how I will fit into this. I am not heavily into combat, 
nor do my technical skills compare with the hobbit's."
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "What was that song you were singing earlier?"
<Kasia> "Which one?"
Vander fires the weapon at an outcropping of rocks
<Arsenal> Van: roll for strike...
<Arsenal> (just to see if he misses)
<Vander> 20!!! %D
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "The one you were singing a few minutes ago."
<Rick> uhoh
<Arsenal> Particle Beam pistols usually have a kick... 
<Kasia> "Back at the APC, you mean?"
<Trent> Scratch one outcropping of rocks.
<SteveM> "Yeah, that one."
<Vix> <OOC> And Vander flies backwards into the APC, dying instantly!
Vander <OOC>  acheives low orbit? :)
<Arsenal> that's the NG-45LP, right?
<Trent> Yeppers.
<Arsenal> you trying to increase the range, or the damage?
<Kasia> "Oh." She hums a few bars. "Safe in my garden. I don't know who it's 
by... Takeshi taught it to me. A long time ago."
<Vander> Ars: Damage
<Arsenal> okay... roll 6D6
<Trent> Hee.  >;]
<Vander> 26
<Arsenal> *2 for a Nat20
<Arsenal> 52 MDC... *ow*
<Arsenal> the rocks are vaporized.
<Vix> Van: Do you have the bloody magic touch, or something?
Anya gets up from the stoop, pulls her journal out of the control room, and 
returns to the stoop to write.
<Vander> <OOC> Vix: Nope. Good juju from a nasty Hobbit Stomping :)
<Vix> <OOC> hehe.
<Rick> not only did you hit the rocks but you blew up the house behind them.
<Vander> <OOC> Nobody hears the blast?
<SteveM> "How does it go?"
Trent jolts at the sound of artifical lightning blasting some rocks.
<Arsenal> ohyeah... the blast is heard by everyone.
Vix blinks, and shrugs at the noise.
<Arsenal> including someone in the neighboring vehicles.
Rick stops singing at the shock.
Vander picks himself up off the ground and massages his shoulder. "Man, what a 
kick!"
<Trent> <OOC> Whoops.
<Vix> Ars: *DUN-DUN-DUUUN*!
Ch`Dith starts and topples his chair, falling off as dictated by the Fourth law 
of Comedy Physics.
Anya looks up as there's a blast just as I get back.  "Ow."
Kasia shrugs. "o/~ Safe in my garden... / An ancient flower blooms... / And the 
sent from its nature / Slowly squares my room / And its perfume is such / That 
it's causing me to swoon... o/~
Vander picks up the gun from where it fell and goes to find Trent
SteveM looks back at the sudden loud explosion over near the APC.
<Rick> *to Vander* "Did you do that?"
Vix steps a ways away from the APC and practices with his staff a bit, spinning 
it quickly and dealing blows to a onexistent opponent.
<Kasia> "That... was probably the Hobbit's fault."
<Vander> *to Rick* "Yah. Should never have had the beans fer lunch."
Trent looks over at Vander, somewhat surprised to see him in one piece. "I take 
it that it worked."
Kasia uses Telepathy to find out... "Yeah, nothing to worry about."
SteveM nods, pulls Kasia into a hug, just because he thinks she needs it.
<Vander> *to Trent* "Yep. And keep that thing on a leash. The recoil's hell."
<Rick> "no I guess not.
<Rick> _+"
Anya sits back on the stoop, and starts writing.
Kasia sighs deeply, leans against Steve.
<Trent> "Hell, it always was.  Thanks."
Trent wonders if he should mention his bike, decides to.
<Rick> Ars: My contacts are bugging me gonna take them out play me for a little 
bit. 'k?
<Trent> "I've got another question.  You said you converted your hog to run on 
water?  Could you do the same for my Tarantula?"
Kasia continues singing... "o/~ When you go out in the street / So many hassels 
with the heat / No-one there can fill your desire / Cops out with the megaphones 
/ Tellin' people stay inside their homes / Man, can't they see the world's on 
fire... o/~"
<Arsenal> okay, that's gonna take him a few days.
Arsenal also notes that he said the gun modification would take until dinner...
<Trent> Ars: At this point I'm asking if it's possible.
<Arsenal> I know... just giving him the heads-up
<Vander> *to Trent* "Easily! Just gonna have to retool the carburator and the 
heads, maybe rip out a few of the gas parts... Sorry fer babbling. Yeah."
<Kasia> "o/~ Somebody take us away... / Somebody taaake us awaaaay... o/~"
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "Sounds like this fucked-up world, all right."
<Kasia> "Heh, yeah."
<Trent> "Well, it already runs on natural gas, so that could make things easier.  
Err... would it possible to bump up the speed too?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Gas parts. Why did you have to say that? Someone twap me now 
before -- too late.
Kasia is silent for a few seconds. "Steve?"
Arsenal doubts it's getting close to dinnertime yet.
Arsenal drops an anvil on Ch`Dith 's head
<Vander> *to Kasia* "Got news fer yah, kid! We already been taken away and got 
dumped here!"
Vix stops practicing and sighs, staring up at the sky and thinking.
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "Yeah?"
<Kasia> <OOC> Van, you're out of line and out of range...
<Kasia> "What was it like... where you're from?"
<Vix> <OOC> Okay, I'm turning in for the night. 'Nite all.
<Arsenal> cya, druggie
<Trent> cya, Druggie.  Well, other druggie.  ;)
<Kasia> <OOC> 'Nite, Vix! You wild party animal, you... ;)
<Anya> night, Vix.
<Vix> <OOC> ... Yeah. Uhm. Yeah. ;)
Vix [kurt@du139.beachlink.com] has quit IRC (Trrrrrreeees!)
<Arsenal> Okay... Vix would prolly crawl into a bunk for a few hours after 
dancing like that.
rb_afk is now known as rob_
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "Started out promising, then turned into what I imagine 
Europe around WWII must have been like. Been to the brink several times, and 
always something has managed to pull our asses out of the fire. Until the Invid 
showed up... then everything went to hell."
Kasia <OOC> is in kind of a weird mood right now. It's *really* hard to RP this 
correctly. ;)
Vander looks over the Tarantula, starts drawing up the schematics for the 
modified engine
Rick oocly does happy happy dance. Found his glasses.
<Rick> bak
Kasia sighs. "Do you think there's a perfect world out there? An Earth where 
none of this ever happened? Where... where people are happy?"
<Kasia> </wistful>
Arsenal hrrms...
<Arsenal> Van: another skill roll for the designs... Auto Mechanics
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "Maybe there is, I just don't know right now... kinda hard 
to imagine, what with the 20 metric tons of shit that's fallen on both our 
worlds, with no end in sight...  But despite all the darkness, people are happy. 
I guess you have to take your happiness when you can."
Kasia only seems to get sadder at this. "Yeah. I guess so."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> And the glorious leader shows world-wisdom
Arsenal makes the appropriate promotions on the charsheets.
<Vander> Ars: 12%
<Arsenal> dammit... we gotta stop stomping the hobbit
<Vander> Ars: :)
<Rick> promotions to what? or won't you tell us yet.
<Trent> Naw, it's kinda funny.
<Kasia> <OOC> *chuckle*
<Arsenal> Rick: Steve to Captain, Trent to Lieutenant
<Rick> that's it?
<Arsenal> so far.
<Vander> Vander to Grease Monkey. Although that's not really a promotion...
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "Still doesn't mean we can't be happy. If there's one thing 
I've learned, it's that happiness is where you find it."
Trent adds Lieutenant to his charsheet. Does this mean I have to get fitted for 
a uniform?
<Arsenal> ask Steve...
Anya dots an i, crosses a t, closes the book.  Looks up at the sun, trying to 
get a rough idea of how much day is left.
<Arsenal> some merc units don't have uniforms.
<Trent> He seems... busy.
<Arsenal> Anya: it's mid-afternoon... maybe another two hours.
Rick makes some coffee. "Anyone want some?"
Kasia sighs again
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "You're not usually like this."
Anya nods, walks back into the APC to put the book away.
Vander goes over the schematics, making sure he's got everything right for the 
hyrdo-conversion to the Tarantula
<Arsenal> Van: roll again.
<Kasia> "Yeah, but... things have been happening. I dunno."
<Vander> 21%
<SteveM> "What kind of things, or is it none of my damn business?"
<Rick> <OOC> Van: Are you building the mec from WWW?
<Kasia> "Oh, most of it is your business, but I really don't want to talk about 
it right now."
<Vander> <OOC> Rick: What's WWW?
<Trent> Rick: No, my bike is a Tarantula Combat Jump Bike.  He's modifying it.
<Arsenal> Wild Wild West
<Vander> Ah
<Vander> No. But it's an idea :)
<SteveM> *holds Kasia closer* "Then don't."
<Rick> oh
<rob_> <OOC> *eats popcorn*
<Rick> uh no. I shouuldn't have done that.
<Arsenal> Okay... it's getting close to nightfall.
<Rick> -u
Kasia curls up and closes her eyes, content, for now, to be held.
<Arsenal> skipping ahead to dinner... I'm assuming you're all converging on one 
diner in order to hammer out details?
<Trent> Something like that.
<Rick> yeah
SteveM nods.
<Ch`Dith> sure.
Anya nods.
<Arsenal> Vix is there as well, strangely still sober.
<Kasia> Whatever, mighty GM.
Vander tries to find a place frequentd by tech-minded folx
Trent gets Ru and they go to... wherever everyone's meeting.
<Arsenal> the beer/wines/etc. are already on the table(s), and whatever food you 
ordered is being cooked.
<Rick> ars: Is this the place with the ho.
Trent sips his drink.
<Arsenal> Rick: no
<Rick> good
Vander hangs with the group, sips his tankard of ale
SteveM sips his drink
Rick drinks his drink/
<Rick> -/+.
<Arsenal> Anya: You "hear" a voice say in your mind say, 
Arsenal drops an anvil on his typoist
Arsenal drops an anvil on his typoist
<Arsenal> Anya: You "hear" a voice say in your mind say, "It is time. Come."
Kasia stares at the glass between her hands with a moderately blank expression 
on her fece - it's clear she's still thinking about whatever's been bugging her.
<Trent> "So, I'm Lieutenant..." he trails off nervously.
Anya blinks.
Arsenal notes that it is after dark right now.
Anya hastily looks at her wrist, forgetting there's no watch on it.
<Kasia> s/fece/face/
Ch`Dith looks over his drink at Anya. "Something troubles you." (Almost not a 
question)
<Anya> "Gotta run, I promised somebody I'd meet them.  Whatever it is, it's 
okay."
<Arsenal> Anya: "Come outside, turn to the right, and walk one block down the 
street. Turn left into the alley."
Ch`Dith OOCly wasn't going to say anything
<SteveM> . o O (Join the club, 'Dith.)
Trent runs down over that sentence a few times in his head, shrugs.
Anya knocks over the water glass in trying to get out.
<SteveM> "Great." *cleans up the spilled water*
<Anya> "Oops, sorry.  Gotta run, I'm late again.  Blah."
Vander is too absorbed trying to make further modifications to the Tarantula 
schematic to pay much attention to anything else
Ch`Dith . o O (I think this bears investigation. I will be back later.)
Rick watches the water spill on his pants
rob_ <OOC> rummages around in the bottom of his popcorn bag, gets up and orders 
more at the counter.  "SEVEN DOLLARS?!"
Anya dashes out of the restaurant, trying hard to ignore the stares.
Ch`Dith , with that, shadowforms and trails Anya from a distance
Kasia ignores the water until it hits her hands. "Mrrr?"
Kasia TKly holds the water from falling off her side of the table.
<SteveM> "Anya had to leave.. Must have had a hot date tonight."
Anya glances over her shoulder in the street, looks to see if anybody's 
following her.  Doesn't spot Ch'Dith.
Ch`Dith is not very spottable
<Arsenal> Anya: when you reach the the alley, there is a man standing there.
Trent shrugs.
Rick downs the rest of his drink in one chug. Orders another. *to steve* "so you 
said we were gonna Iron out a few ideas at dinner?"
<Arsenal> ch: you can feel the evil flowing out of this guy, when you see him."
<Arsenal> Anya: the man tells you, "Welcome, my slave."
Anya nods.
Ch`Dith alters his aura to something less conspicuous
<Arsenal> "Tell me, were you followed?"
<Trent> <ooc> Err... that's one hell of a hot date.  *RUNSLIKEHELL*
<Anya> "No, I checked to make sure.  Didn't see anybody."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> I'm just a shadow on this wall. Really. Look, no aura.
<Arsenal> Anya: you feel a compulsion to call him "Master"
Trent OOCly smacks himself over the head.
<Arsenal> "Are you sure? Not even the dragon?"
<Anya> <OOC> Do I need to get down and kiss his feet as well?
<SteveM> "I did. Where everybody else is going to fit in, and all the boring 
details that merc groups march on. Stuff like basing, common uniforms (if any), 
that sorta thing."
Anya nods.  "I am sure, I saw nobody, master."
<SteveM> <OOC> Just need to kiss his ring. Make it go "WHIRRR".
Trent twitches at part of that. "Err... uniforms?" He looks suddenly 
uncomfortable.
<Arsenal> "Very good.  Are these the ones that killed our rival cousins in 
Ixzotz?"
<Rick> "ok So why don't we get this meeting started?"
<Trent> <OOC> O_o
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Ars: I'd have sensed a vampire the moment he entered the city.
<Arsenal> Ch: unless he, too, was hiding his aura.
<Arsenal> which he was.
<Ch`Dith> Point.
Kasia picks up her Metropolitan Cocktail, drinks.
<SteveM> *to Trent* "If any."
<Anya> "I believe so, master, but I was not with them, and they've made only 
indirect references in my presence."
<Vander> "Mumblemumble... pistons gotta be bit larger...mumblemumble...uniforms 
my ass... mumblemumble..."
<Arsenal> "That is enough for me, my pet.  Until I contact you again, remember 
nothing of me.  But I thirst.  Bare your neck."
Anya does so.
<SteveM> "All righty then."
<Vander> <OOC> That's gonna be one ugly hicky
<Anya> <OOC> Just you folks wait. ;)
<Trent> "I have nothing against uniforms... well, except for those nauseating 
dress uniforms."
<Arsenal> Anya: your "Master" leans in, and takes a sip from your jugular vein, 
then vanishes in a cloud of mist.
Trent OOCly hmms... this explains much.
<Arsenal> You come to with just a slight pain in your neck.
<Rick> "I don't care about uniforms as long as they're still comfortably and I 
can modify it."
<Arsenal> Anya: you "hear" him say, "Return to your friends, and forget I 
exist."
<Rick> -y+e
Anya looks up at the stars, remember a line from an old hymm.  "Run to the 
stars, oh stars won't you hide me..."
<SteveM> "Ok, I think we can table that part for now."
Ch`Dith 's mind races, adding 2+2+the fact that she lived in mexico and doesn't 
remember vampires and wasn't lying+her troubles with remembering something she 
thought important. Mentally oshits.
<Arsenal> "And hide that scar on your neck."
rob_ OOC Hold up, hold up.  ch'dith == female?
Ch`Dith makes a beeline for the diner, reforms just outside and walks back in, 
sits down. 
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Wrong she. I meant Anya
<Arsenal> Rob: no... Anya == female.
<Ch`Dith> "We have a problem."
Anya wanders back towards the diner, singing that hymm quietly.
Trent looks up. "What, where, how long do we have?"
<Rick> "What?"
<SteveM> *to Ch'Dith* "What do you mean, 'we have a problem?'"
<Ch`Dith> I will explain later. In private.
<Arsenal> <OOC> somehow, I *knew* it'd be the dragon that'd see it first.
<Ch`Dith> +""
<Vander> *to Ch'Dith* "I'll say! This schematic looks like it'll take me at 
least a week for the modifications to trent's bike!"
<Ch`Dith> "For now, act as if nothing is wrong.
<Ch`Dith> "
<Trent> <OOC> *LOL*
<Trent> "Since we don't know what is wrong, that shouldn't be hard."
Anya turns up her collar, wanders back into the restaurant with a smile.
Vander goes back to the schematics
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> On a scale of one to a hundred, 1 being a normal vamp and 100 
being that thing we axed in Ix, how bad was this guy?
<Rick> *to Anya* "so where'd you run off to in such a hurry?"
<Ch`Dith> s/bad/powerful
<Arsenal> Ch: 80
Anya wanders  over to the table, takes her seat.
<SteveM> <OOC> I'll put him around 80.
<Vander> <OOC> Ch'D: Probly a Master Vamp
<Arsenal> L15 Master Vamp, no less.
<Anya> "Nowhere in particular.  Forgot to do something.
<Anya> +"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> "Ohshit" is an understatement.
<SteveM> *to Anya* "You look like you had a good time. Do I know him?"
<Anya> "I don't think so."
Trent OOCly mentally OhShits
<SteveM> "Ok, say no more." *winks at Anya*
Anya blushes.
Arsenal thinks... I really should roll the stats for this guy.
<Rick> <OOC> Ars: how well did she cover the scars?
<Ch`Dith> You should
<Arsenal> rick: well enough.
<Rick> 'k
<Arsenal> he got her at the base of the neck... easily concealable under a high 
collar.
<Rick> 'k
<Kasia> "Well, come join the conversation."
Vander doodles on a npkin, in clear view of anyone looking. Some of the sketches 
llok like crosses due to the straight lines of an engine block
<Anya> "What are we talking about?"
<Rick> *to steveM* "now yhat everyone is here, What was issue #2?"
<Rick> -y+t
<Trent> "The Company."
<Arsenal> Rick: have at least some respect for your CO, 'k?
<SteveM> *to Rick* "What Trent said."
<Arsenal> that kind of attitude would normally land you on KP duty for a week, 
at least.
<Rick> Ars :I do. I just wanted to get the meeting started.
Anya thinks for a second, tries to grasp the right piece of memory.  Fails.  
Looks confused.  Nods, to agree to something or other.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> In the CS, it'd be mucking out the Dog Boy quarters.
Kasia frowns at Anya. "You look hot in that coat..."
<Trent> <ooc> <cheesy Italian Accent> Wha, youse thinks you can get awat wit not 
respectin' da boss?  How about you an I go out back and I work ya over a bit?  
</cheesy Italian Accent>
<Arsenal> or permanent assignment to Magic Zone Duty, or front Lines on Tolkeen 
<SteveM> "Issue 2 was the Company, and whether or not you wanted in."
Anya shakes her head.  "Not really."
<Arsenal> Anya: the voice says "Stay with them."
<Rick> "When do we get started?"
Anya nods.  
<Anya> "I said I was in.  I'm up for adventure."
<Kasia> "Rick? Shut up."
Ch`Dith looks at Van, remembers something. "I'm afraid this was damaged." *hands 
over the thoroughly scorched and melted remains of his headset*
Trent OOCly yawns, sighs. Go, I probably should. Late it is getting, and work 
tomorrow I have to.
<SteveM> "This is what tonight was about. Apparently *Acting* Corporal Henkerton 
needs a refresher."
Arsenal OOCly gives Meeth some tips on military ettiquete
<SteveM> </subtle hint>
<Trent> Buenos nachos, everybody.
<SteveM> nites Trent
Vander looks at the radio harness. "You've gotta stop flying around in T-storms, 
buddy."
Rick sucks in the anger of Kasia telling him to "shut up".
<Arsenal> well, why don't we call it now, 'k?
<SteveM> sounds fine with me
<Trent> *shrug* It's not like Trent's doing much right now.
<Vander> Later Trent
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<Arsenal> might be a low XP night... mostly skill rolls, so they can make a 
difference.
Ch`Dith half-smiles. "It is very exhilirating. You should try it once."
Kasia didn't skillroll, but used a LOT of psi. :)
<Arsenal> Kas: same amount of XP as skillrolls.
<Arsenal> 25 for each usage.
<Arsenal> same with Ru's spells...
<Vander> *to Ch'Dith*: "Thbbt! If I could get off the bloody ground by flappin' 
me arms real hard, sure!" *chuckles*
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<Arsenal> Okay... game.fascades off...
Anya is now known as katster
Kasia is now known as Aris_TGD
<Arsenal> We need to discuss military ettiquete with Meeth.
Vander is now known as UpLink
<Aris_TGD> Ars: WS2 wants the thworing weapons stuff...
<Rick> well if we are cutting it there I
<Rick> guess I'll leave.
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<Arsenal> figures...
<UpLink> Ars: I'll discuss it with him tomorrow
<Arsenal> he's the one we needed a talk withy.
<Ch`Dith> ... Or not.
<UpLink> Although this really isn't a military group. 
<Arsenal> Aris: I'll look it up.
SteveM RP'd his huevos off trying to get the Company founded.
<Aris_TGD> Ars: Great. e-mail it to 'er?
<Arsenal> UL: but Rick Henkerton *is* a military man.
<Ch`Dith> close enough.... and he did come from an army.
<Arsenal> Aris: that's WP: throwing weapons, or a spell?
<Aris_TGD> Ars: The WP.
<Arsenal> Ch: exactly.
<UpLink> Ars: But a young one. He probly only had a couple years under his belt, 
and once out from under a CS officer's hand, probly feels more free to do stuff
<Arsenal> Aris: okay...
<UpLink> ie Screw military ettiquette!
katster opens the betting pool.
<Aris_TGD> kat: Mmm?
Ch`Dith is now known as Shadur
<Arsenal> kats: as to how long he'll go before getting KP?
rob_ watches people be back to normal nicks?
<SteveM> which is why I was letting him get away with some of the stuff he was.
SteveM is now known as J-Rock
rob_ wasn't paying attention. :)
<Aris_TGD> rob: Game's over. ;)
<UpLink> OK
Shadur takes off the sfake dorsal ridge
<UpLink> Later folx
<Arsenal> cya, UL
<katster> Ars: Yeah, that's one of the things.  I'm also taking bets on how long 
the scholar lives. :)
<Aris_TGD> For this week, anyhoo. :)
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<Shadur> ---------- Lorena Bobbit memorial line------- ?
<Arsenal> kats: heheh...
rob_ nods.. only followed about 10% of this session.
<Arsenal> Shad: I didn't give the John Wayne Bobbit Memorial Line at the 
start...
<Aris_TGD> I don't blame you. ;)
J-Rock is waiting for the Joey Buttafuoco and Amy Fisher Memorial Lines, 
personally. ;)
rob_ looks at the Internet Auditing Project.. ponders a security scanner 
designed to scan blocks of IP addresses for known security bugs and exploit them 
intelligently.
<Arsenal> yeah... first, we gotta get Shad's mind off two sessions ago.
<Shadur> Rob: Script kiddie's wet dream, unfortunately.
<Shadur> Ars: sooner done than said. I'll get a couple hours' sleep and that 
should fix the worst.
Aris_TGD goeth - sleep. :)
<rob_> shad; more than a simple wet dream -- a good hacker could probably knock 
something like that together in a few days, even if it's just to scan and 
exploit one single bug
<Shadur> g'nite dwagin
<Aris_TGD> We... okay. not really sleep. ;)
<rob_> Good night.  Sleep well.
<Aris_TGD> Well, even
<J-Rock> Ars: point... I'm not sure how much more Aris can take without lashing 
out at him more severely than before.
<rob_> Say b'bye to WS2.
<Aris_TGD> BTW, anyone want Safe In My Garden?
<J-Rock> nites Ship, Aris
<Shadur> Shure
<Aris_TGD> I'll toss it tomorrow. Bai!
<Arsenal> cya, CaliKids
<Aris_TGD> <WS2> 'nite!
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<Shadur> JR: Already talked with her about that. Won't happen again.
<rob_> shad; imagine -- a new bug is discovered in a commonly used package.  
Someone knocks together a program to exploit it, and applies it to a block of IP 
addresses.  Goes to bed, finds out he's DoS'd a few thousand -- or even a few 
hundred thousand -- servers.
<Arsenal> kats: in answer to what you're betting on, I'm intending Anya to stick 
around for a while... how long as a mind slave, I'm not sure.
rob_ can picture sysadmins with pitchforks and torches
<katster> Ars: Okee. %)
<Arsenal> depends on how long your Master wants you as a spy. %)
rob_ ponders what it would have been like if the Ping of Death had been applied 
by one of these mass scanner programs
<Arsenal> I think Trent was the only one truly surprised that Anya was a mind 
slave....
<rob_> net.nuclear.warhead
<Shadur> Rob: What I'm saying is that, yes, a reasonably good hacker can whip 
that up on the go. A script kiddie can't program Hello World to save his life. 
See the diff?
Shadur was expecting something like that.
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
<rob_> shad; but the cracking community does have seriously good coders among 
them.
katster hmmms.
<Shadur> A reasonable good hacker also has enough ethos to not use that program 
in the first place.
<rob_> And a reasonably good engineer has enough ethos not to build nuclear 
weapons?
<rob_> no, that argument doesn't fly.
<Arsenal> rob: no, he has enough ethos not to *use* them.
<Shadur> To build 'em, yes. Use 'em, no.
<rob_> scriptkiddies would have no such compunction.
<Shadur> There's always a tendency to write the program - to see if you can do 
it and if the approach works. 
<Arsenal> there's a difference between writing a program like you're talking 
about, and actually using it.,
<Shadur> rob: That's the problem.
<rob_> I hope this doesn't happen.  As such, maybe it's better to forget the 
whole thing.
<Shadur> No.
<J-Rock> rob: But the argument is that the skriptkiddie can't build the nuke, 
but he has no compunctions against using the damn thing.
<rob_> military use
<rob_> they could apply such a program to blocks of IP addresses belonging to a 
country.
<rob_> systematically applying known bug exploits.
<rob_> :/
<rob_> and they'd have the budget to do it, too
<rob_> I think it'd be safe to assume that it's already been done.
<Shadur> Rob: Unfortunately that's a possibility. 
<rob_> And if our hypothetical program got out to the scriptkiddies..
Shadur goes a-sleepin'
<Shadur> Then M$ would have a really damn good reason to get with the program on 
bugfixes.
rob_ watches himself inadvertantly put together a damngood case for diversity of 
IP stacks/operating systems/network protocols in the Internet
<rob_> shad; the various Unices would have the same problem, though admittedly 
it would be far more serious with Windows.
<Shadur> Exploitable Open Source program bugs tend to have a lifespan after 
discovery measured in days or hours.
<rob_> *nod* though it can be years before all of them get phased out.
<rob_> witness my recent discovery of a production server using linux 2.0.27
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Arsenal ponders... "Acting" Corporal Henkerton needs to remember (read: be 
taught) some respect for rank at the very least.
<J-Rock> The Acting is a reminder that he might get a promotion, but his 
attitude might make him lose it.
<Arsenal> he was originally supposed to be a little green around the gills, so 
to speak... not toeing the party line as well as his drill sergeant hoped, good 
enough to get the job done, and a little naive.
<Arsenal> Meeth is starting to turn him into Raenar. :P
<Arsenal> I never liked Raenar. :P
<J-Rock> bleah
<J-Rock> Maybe Meeth is too used to frickin' Raenar.
<Arsenal> maybe.
<Arsenal> look at his other "regular" character... Darth Utini
<Arsenal> blarg. :P
<J-Rock> *eyeroll*
<J-Rock> When I get Rifts Battlelords done, he's probably going to be the best 
damn Ram Python player I've seen in a while, or one of the worst of everything 
else.
katster is away [TE/11:41PM] - autogone/20 - [l/ON]
<Arsenal> heheh
J-Rock senses cascade
<Arsenal> no subtlety, no brains, and loves to shoot stuff?
<J-Rock> yep... he has trouble remembering the no brains stuff
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
<J-Rock> He sees the traps, and has trouble roleplaying the fact that he's 
supposed to blindly go into them
<J-Rock> I read something about a Ram Python hanging onto a gangplank, and 
somebody wanted to get a picture while they were blasting away from the planet. 
So the Ram salutes, lets go of the gangplank, and falls to his death in unique 
Ram style.
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
<Arsenal> that's Meethos
katster goes.  Night.
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