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Prozac sets mode: +o Arsenal 
<Rick> hey UL
<Arsenal> 're all
<UpLink> Aris: I don't live in the Bible Belt
<UpLink> Baa Ars
<UpLink> Baa Rick
<Arsenal> UL: you *are* a Bible Belt. %)
UpLink is now known as Fred
<Aris_TGD> UL: So? ;)
Ch`Dith grabs food/drink. BBIAS
Aris_TGD is now known as Kasia
KillJoy thinks he might, technicially.
<Fred> Ars: No. I *have* a Bible Belt :)
Fred threatens folx with his new Big Robots, cool Starships  supliment to BESM 
>:D
Kasia has a bible in the house... somewhere. At least, she thinks she does... 
might not. *shrug*
KillJoy doesn't.
KillJoy is now known as Trent
Fred whaps KJ in the head with the Phaseworld manual he just bought
Will has a Bible, a New Testament, and a Tibetan Book of the Dead.  Is angling 
for a Qu'ran, a Book of Mormon, too.  :^)
Kasia has a copy of Spiral Dance, and is *hopefully* going to get Teen Witch 
back from Sarah on Tuesday. ;P
Trent whaps Fred back with both of the Phaseworld books, and his Manhunter book.
<Fred> Will: Don't forget a copy of the Books of G'kwan and Gkar :)
Will 's Dad has *at least* seven bibles, in *at least* three different versions.  
Not a fundie, though... you have to study to be a nontheist.  ^_^
<Arsenal> Kasia: Teen Witch is a good movie
Fred is a fundie. But a clueful fundie
Will ponders Fred the character as a fundie.
<Kasia> Ars: Well, the book is a bit mroe informative. ;)
<Will> %^)
<Fred> Will: Wouldn't work :)
<Arsenal> Fred: I'll need to borow the PW book sometime
Kasia has Stranger in a Strange Land. ;)
<Fred> I could probably playa char as a Fundie, tho
<Fred> Ars: 'k
<Fred> Ars: I'll drop it off tomorrow (I'll take any excuse to get behind the 
wheel) :)
Arsenal ponders a non-monotheistic fundamentalist character
<Fred> Ars: Is that possible?
<Arsenal> yes
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<Will> Fred: SUre, it's the Old Tyme Religion.
<Kasia> Hey, lak! You did it. Congrads. ;)
Fred is now known as DukeRyan
<Kasia> :) even
<Trent> Allo
<Will> lakre... umm... hello again.
Rick ponders "Convoy" as his driving song.
<Arsenal> if the character is as devout in his worship of, say, the Greek 
pantheon as you are in your faith...
<DukeRyan> Greetings, gentle lady? Art thou aquaintance of yon Mindmelter?
<Kasia> Konban wa, lakre-san. Ogenke desu ka?
<Kasia> (Sorry. I *really* shouldn't have done that. :)
<lakre> genki desu.  
<Arsenal> who're we missing, other than the Weaver and the DragonHeart?
Ch`Dith roars at Lakre. 
DukeRyan ponders seriously learning Japanese
<Kasia> Ii desu. :)
<Rick> ¿que?
<Arsenal> Rick: domo arigato, baka
<Will> Rick: They're speaking Japanese.
<Rick> I knew that. ¿que significa?
<Ch`Dith> Rick: Do you reallw *WANT* to know? 
<DukeRyan> Aris: Forsooth! Verily, whatever malady of the mind it be that dost 
so possess the poor boy, we can but hope it shall be removed anon.
<Ch`Dith> Ars: Still down the OtherDruggie and the Scholar.
<Arsenal> 'k
<Rick> on second thought no.
DukeRyan speaks archaic English at Rick until he goes silent due to shock
Arsenal does a Fan.Boy, and pronounces punctuation in Rick's direction, stunning 
him.,
Kasia boogies to Psychobabble
Rick shocks DukeRyan by speaking it back and then in Pokimon.
<DukeRyan> Ars: I'm sticking with Duke Ryan for this session, or is Issachar 
coming in later?
<Arsenal> ~!@#$%^&*()_-={}[]:";'<>?,./
<Arsenal> DR: stick witht the Duke
DukeRyan kills Rick for bringing the Evil Ball Dwellers to mind
<DukeRyan> Ars: 'k
Will waves Digimon at Rick to trump his Pokémon.
<Rick> ¦º+l_Cü2g_++6_Ü
<Kasia> RACH: Chill, girl. I say $^%#@*.) all the time.
<Kasia> ARIS: One more comment like that out of you, and I get the soap!
<Kasia> ... sorry. ;)
<Arsenal> Kas: heheh. %)
<Ch`Dith> Issawho? 
<DukeRyan> Ch'D: My Wilderness Scout. Issachar Voss
<DukeRyan> Hebrew name. Sorry
<Ch`Dith> The PJC is nixed? 
<Trent> DR: Oh, the gimp?
<DukeRyan> Trent: Yeah
<DukeRyan> Trent: But figure how much fun he'd be in bars :)
<Arsenal> PJC?
<Ch`Dith> Psycho Jungle Cat?  
<Arsenal> ah
<Arsenal> yeah...
<Arsenal> both of 'em
<Ch`Dith> hmm... Katya's in Go Bears mode. 
<DukeRyan> <Issachar> *throws voice towards the bar in the barkeep's voice* 
"Hey! You! We don't serve their kind here! Your Juicers will have to wait 
outside!" *every Juicer in the bar glares at the barkeep* :)
<Kasia> Ch: So?
<Kasia> :)
<Kasia> Go Bears.
<Arsenal> did they win?
<Kasia> *shrug*
<Rick> we all here?
<Kasia> I don't follow anything. ;)
<Arsenal> Rick: no one joined since I asked that Q...
<Arsenal> and no, we are not all here yet.
<DukeRyan> Ch'D: I'll be using either Fred or Blynx for the L&C/Silvereno 
campaign
<Arsenal> Anya, Steve, and Vix are out right now, and Ru can't make it.
<DukeRyan> Ars: Can we get XP in the meantime?
<Arsenal> I *was* gonna wait 'till people got in.
<DukeRyan> Ars: OK
<DukeRyan> I've already got Issachar's opening lines for his intro planned out 
:)
Arsenal eyes the XP, ponders Rick's recent outburst...
Kasia has Chad's opening lines planned aready, too. IF SHE EVER GETS TO USE 
HIM...
<Ch`Dith> Chad?
Arsenal grumbles... it's been *far* too long since I've used Jalil
<DukeRyan> Ars: I'll have to get you an updated version of Issachar's charsheet. 
Have a few things I need to add
<Arsenal> *nod*
<Arsenal> IMO, Jalil is just damn fun to play. %)
<Will> Chin up, Ars, Silvereno will be coming back.  Hopefully.
<DukeRyan> Ars: I'll need the stats for a Vibroknife
<Arsenal> vibro-knife does 1D6 MDC damage
<Kasia> o/~ For if the bomb that drops on you / Gets your friends and neighbors 
too / There'll be nobody left behind to grieve! o/~
<Trent> Ars: Likewise about Derek.
<DukeRyan> Ars: So's the PJC :)
<DukeRyan> Ars: Thanx
<Arsenal> still, Jalil is a true RPer's PC... no combat skills whatsoever. %)
<DukeRyan> Ars: Yah :)
<Kasia> o/~ Just sing out A Te Deum when you see that ICBM and the party will be 
"come as you are!" o/~
<DukeRyan> Force Rick to play him >:D
<Rick> Play Who???????
<Arsenal> Nah... Jalil takes a bit more to play.
Trent idly decides to start reading the Silverno log while he's waiting.
<DukeRyan> Rick Jalil. He has *no* combat skills >:)
Kasia *blinks* at a song that just came on - haven't heard that one since I 
ripped the mp3.
<Rick> niether did Snaga.
<Arsenal> +7 on initiative, but 1 attack per melee.
DukeRyan ponders hitting the fridge for that Hagen Daaz
Kasia ponders any food at all.
<DukeRyan> Great. I've been back in a car for only one day, and I'm already 
trying to come up with excuses to go driving somewhere :)
Arsenal eyes it be 10 after... JR and/or kats show up on #tjab yet?
Rick remembers he never made his Mac and cheese birthday meal.
Kasia realizes that her clock is on time. Daymn. And, no.
<Will> DR: Exact opposite of me.  I came here in my car, then didn't use it 
until I had to be reminded to charge up the battery every now and then.
<DukeRyan> Rick: o/~ Happy Birthday to you / Happy Birthday to you / Gouge you 
brain out with an ice cream scoop / Happy Birthday to you o/~
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Will sets mode: +o J-Rock 
<DukeRyan> Hey Steve
<Kasia> Wai! Steve-chan!
J-Rock is now known as SteveM
<Arsenal> oi, DragonHeart
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<Kasia> ... sorry. ;)
<Rick> hey Steve
<SteveM> Wai! Kasia-chan!
<Trent> Ay, Steve
<SteveM> and nobody except Ru-chan failed to show?
<Arsenal> hrrm.. now if Anya'd show up, we'll be on our way
<DukeRyan> Ch'D: I forget. What was Vander's decription in that peom/prophesy of 
yours?
<SteveM> short of stature and great of words?
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
<DukeRyan> Steve: OK 
<Kasia> *snicker*
You are now known as Evil-GM
Kasia _needs_ food. BBIAS
<DukeRyan> Wombat in heat with termites down her pant >:)
<Will> Run for the hills, the GM's had an alignment change.
<DukeRyan> +s
<Rick> uh ohhh *Runhides*
<Evil-GM> XP for last session:
<Evil-GM> Steve: 200
<Evil-GM> Vander: 150
<Evil-GM> Trent: 350
<Evil-GM> Kasia: 325
<Kasia> :9
<Evil-GM> Ru`ach: 250
<Evil-GM> Ch`Dith: 325
<Evil-GM> Anya: 225
<DukeRyan> Ars: What about Duke Ryan?
Trent grins pleasantly.
<Evil-GM> Vix: 220
<Evil-GM> will: 300
<Evil-GM> Duke Ryan: 150
<Kasia> o/~ Will you meet me in the middle / Ah, will you meet me in the air? / 
Will you love me just a little / Just enough to show you care? / Well, I tried 
to fake it, I don't mind saying / I just can't make it... "Help us out, it goes 
like this!" o/~
<Ch`Dith> We're still short a Druggie and a Scholar
<Rick> I won't be able to play tonight. A friend wants to take me out tonite.
<Rick> EGM what about me?
<Evil-GM> Rick: ... after the comment earlier, I have to dock you some XP... you 
earned 200
<Kasia> Well, have fun, Rick.
<DukeRyan> Rick: Barracade the door and make sure you have a loaded gun
<Trent> Aris: Whazzat from?
<Will> Rick: Have a good time, the real world is usually preferable to a screen 
anyway.
Kasia ponders attempting to play this song again.
<DukeRyan> Later Rick
<Kasia> Trent: Sister Golden Hair by America
<Trent> Hasta, Rick,
<Rick> ok bbl
<Evil-GM> Cya, Rick
<Trent> -,
<Kasia> ... and it is *impossible* to play. %)
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<DukeRyan> Can I play Rick?
<Evil-GM> No, I'll take over him and Ru tonight...
<SteveM> Yay!
<DukeRyan> Snad. Duke Ryan's a weenie to play
Trent thanks Khorne!
<Evil-GM> Yuo wanted him
<DukeRyan> Ars: No. You asked me to play him since Vander's back in town and 
Issachar won't show up for another session yet
<Evil-GM> kat said she may be a little late.
<Ch`Dith> Kat just showed
<Evil-GM> d'oh
<Will> DR: Funnily enough, I could see some negotiating opportunities coming up 
for him if we make a wrong turn or two.
<SteveM> Issachar = ?
<DukeRyan> Steve: My new char, a Wilderness Scout
<Evil-GM> Steve: UL's gimp of a wilderness scout
<SteveM> ah...
<Will> bbi2 ... snackage.
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Prozac sets mode: +o Anya 
<Prozac> [Anya] Still crazy after all these years...
<Evil-GM> 'lo Anya
Kasia *hopes* she just heard her 'rents get back with food...
<DukeRyan> Hey Anya
<Trent> Ay, Anya
<Kasia> Hey, kat. Read vrdet-op mail yet? O:)
<SteveM> oi Anya
<Anya> moofle.  game over.  All in all, a good day.  We win, and Stanfurd loses 
badly.  Not bad at all.
<DukeRyan> Steve: Just bought the Big Robots Cool Starships manual for BESM :)
<SteveM> UL: heehee =)
<Evil-GM> Okay, everyone here who's playing tonight?
<Evil-GM> (I *know* Vix will wander in later)
<Will> b
<Evil-GM> (he always does)
<DukeRyan> Ars: Stoned, of course :)
<Evil-GM> ------- Start of Game -------
<DukeRyan> <OOC> And there was much rejoicing "Yay."
<Evil-GM> We'll start the next morning, as the sun rises and starts melting the 
snow that fell overnight
SteveM yawns and looks around his tent.
<Trent> Okee... Ru and I make it back last night?
DukeRyan continues to sleep
Kasia is curled up next to Steve. I mean, hell, it was *cold* last night.
<Evil-GM> Trent: *nod*
SteveM kisses Kasia's forehead good morning
<Evil-GM> Rick wakes up, grabs his insta-coffee, and starts pulling the camo 
nets off the APC.
Anya yawns.
<DukeRyan> <OOC> Kasia: You'll take any excuse to curl up next to Steve :)
Kasia "Mrrr"s, only half-awake.
<Evil-GM> Vix is zonked under his lean-to
<Kasia> <OOC> DR: You want me to play in-character, or snap your neck?
<Will> With CH'Dith's permission, Will wanders up to him and discusses a few 
things very quietly.  ICly, the things Will's player has been reading in the 
logs.
SteveM pokes his head out the tent flap
<DukeRyan> <OOC> Kasia: Is that True or False, or Multiple Choice? :)
<Evil-GM> Trent: would you and Ru be under the lean-to, or in the APC?
<Kasia> <OOC> *pulls out Large Knife* There is one corect answer.
<Trent> APC, methinks.
<Evil-GM> okay
SteveM <OOCly> takes away Kasia's Large Knife.
Anya stretches out one arm, attempting to get the stiffness out of it.  Yawns 
again.
<Kasia> <OOC> C'mon! Can I *please* cut his hand off?
<DukeRyan> <OOC> Oh, look at the time! *runs* :)
SteveM <OOCly> replaces it with a Nasty Two-Handed Battle Axe
<Evil-GM> Reed steps out of the APC, nibbling on a Twinkie
<Kasia> <OOC> Domo arigato gozaimasu, Steve-chan. *kiss* *runs screaming bloody 
murder after Duke Ryan*
SteveM gets to his feet and steps outside, checking his watch as he does so/
Trent blinks a few times, rolls off of the cot where he was sleeping and pushes 
himself off of the floor. He gets up to find the light switch and smacks his 
head into a bulkhead.
DukeRyan <OOCly> is reminded of a certain fleeing Oozelfinch :)
<Evil-GM> Steve: it's close to six am.
Kasia wakes up, sits up, puts her hair up and glances around.
DukeRyan continues to sleep
<Will> *Please* tell me somebody was on watch last night.
SteveM stamps over to the Plow, starts it up, and lets it warm up
<Trent> *long string of muttered cursing*  "Where the hell is the light switch?"
Kasia pulls a long-sleeved-shirt on over her shirt, gets on her shoes, wakes up, 
etc.
<Will> +<OOC>, slightly <IC>
<Evil-GM> Will: Reed was, methinks...
Anya shakes the stiff arm, attempting to get it to wake up.
<DukeRyan> *Wow! Watch him go! Can that nobleman sleep or can he sleep? Go Ryan! 
Go!*
<Kasia> <OOC> Uhh... Vix? O:)
<Evil-GM> he was watching the radar.
Trent smacks the wall in various places, where the light switch should be. 
Eventually, after much loud muttering and thumping, the lights turn on.
SteveM gets out, heads on over to the tent to get his armor on
<SteveM> <OOC> Now, it's time to play Count The Dents.
Ch`Dith rarely sleeps.
Kasia watches Steve get his armor on, grmbles and slips hers on as well. Leaves 
off the helmet.
Will opens his eyes, ponders what he learned from Ch`Dith.  Among other morning 
sundries, he desperately wants a bath.  And checks a canteen.  And does 
something simple with electrical tape and a flashlight.
<Evil-GM> Reed looks around the camp, carries the snoring Vix into the APC, then 
helps Rick with the camo net
Will then heads out... "Where's breakfast?"
Kasia heads outside to find coffee.
<Kasia> <OOC> I'm going to see about food. brb.
<Evil-GM> ... did anyone leave a coffee pot on the fire last night?
Trent pulls on a shirt and boots, wanders outside to find food. Smacks his head 
on the exterior door on his way out.
DukeRyan breaks his own record for sleeping!
<SteveM> Evil: If we did, it's probably burned right about now.
<Evil-GM> DR: you want to take a whack a Rick?
<DukeRyan> <OOC> The part of Trent Harris will be played by Gerald Ford. :)
Anya pulls both boots on, and steps outside.  Gets blinded by the sun on the 
melting snow.
<Trent> *muttered* "Fucking skullboys, damn vehicles designed for midgits..."
<DukeRyan> Ars: Nah.
<DukeRyan> <OOC> Trent: Good thing Vander's not here :)
Ch`Dith stands up. Shakes the remaining snow from his back and wings. Stre-e-e-
e-e-etches
<Trent> "What's for breakfast?"
Will seeks food more proactively.  If he findds enough, starts setting out 
simple items like coffee, OJ, toast, etc., for the group.
SteveM enters the APC about now... "Could be worse. Try crawling around a TASC 
shuttle. Now there's an example of Design By Midgets For Dilletante Midgets.
<SteveM> +"
Trent mentally helps to hell that he doesn't have to have survival rations for 
breakfast.
<Trent> "....what?"
<SteveM> *to Trent* "Never mind."
<Evil-GM> Will: you find some so problem.
<Evil-GM> s/so/no/
Evil-GM drops an anvil on his typoist
<DukeRyan> "zzzzzzzzzz...snort...zzzzzz... [clasasified info reguarding the 
CS]...zzzzzzz"
Anya closes her eyes and shivers in the still chilly air.
Will waves the smell toward anyone hungry.  Takes some and goes off to eat his, 
waiting to get moving.
<Evil-GM> coffee and other breakfast necessities is available
Trent goes to get food, is very very glad it's not survival rations.
SteveM tracks the kitchen by smell. "Wonder where we got these?"
Kasia pounces on the food, grabs coffee, something that used to belong to an 
animal, and a bagel.
<SteveM> <OOC> Animal parts. Joy. :9
<Trent> "We have a saying... don't look a gift horse in the mouth."
<DukeRyan> <OOC> I'm not even gonna try to guess which part she gra... BAD 
GUTTERMIND! BAD!
<Kasia> <OOC> *THWAP*
<Evil-GM> Reed pulls out his pad of paper, and starts scribbling notes.  "We're 
headed to Queenston... hey, boss! What kind of route are we taking?"
Anya sniffs the air, smells food.  Goes to find it.
<Trent> <OOC> WTF... thought that was Shad's job.
<Kasia> <OOC> That's not edible... except for one certain sense, and Kasia's 
tastes in that direction are... limited. ;)
<Evil-GM> <OOC> *cackle*
<SteveM> "Ok... we're going to follow the river, staying out of sight of the 
skullboys."
<Will> <OOC> Rocky.  Mountain.  Oysters.
<DukeRyan> "zzzzzzz(mumbles more classified info)...zzzzzzz'
Trent finishes eating, goes to wake up Ru.
<Kasia> <OOC> Garlic chicken... mmm. ;9
Evil-GM <OOCly> checks his road atlas, tries to estimate where we are.
<Ch`Dith> "I destroyed the radios of those four we encountered yesterday. They 
are in no condition to report our direction, and more than likely will not be 
for some time."
<Evil-GM> halfway between Texarkana and Little Rock, I'd assume.
<Will> GM: We drove about 6 hours from Worth, IIRC.
SteveM ponders waking up the VIP, decides against it. "Reed, why don't you check 
up on our guest, make sure he's in the APC with us before we roll out."
<Evil-GM> "Right."  Reed searches for the fatboy, finds him mumbling in his 
sleep on a cot.
Kasia catches this delegation-of-authority, smirks behind her coffee cup.
<DukeRyan> "Zzzzzzzzzzz...*mumblemumbleoutofLoneStar*...zzzzzzzzzzz"
Anya wanders up to the food, swipes a piece of toast, and starts chewing on it.
Trent wakes Ru, points her towards food.
<Evil-GM> Ru wanders out to get food...
Will comes back inside, listens with vague amusement to the Duke's mumblings.  
Writes down anything of interest.
<Evil-GM> Reed goes out, tells Steve, "He's on one of the cots, talking in his 
sleep."
<DukeRyan> "Zzzzzzzz...mumblespecialforcemumbleJuicersmumble...zzzzz"
Trent stays around with her, engages in various small talk.
Will writes down, "mumblespecialforcemumbleJuicersmumble."
Anya walks into the APC, still chewing on her piece of toast.
<DukeRyan> 
"Zzzzzzzzz...mumbleinvasionmumblemumbleMissourimumblebastards...zzzzz"
Will writes this down as well, gets a cup of coffee and sets it beside him.
<Evil-GM> "What kind of overall route are we taking to Queenston?" Reed asks.
<SteveM> "Good. We'll want to leave some stuff from breakfast out in case he 
wants some. I want to get on the road no later than 7, is that understood?"
Will is smiling broadly at this point, let it be noted.
Anya looks around in the APC.
<Evil-GM> "Gotcha, boss."
Ch`Dith nods, then walks outside and starts burying the remains of the fire.
<DukeRyan> "Zzzzzzzz...mumbledon't 
trust,m'lorddon'tmumblemumbleinvasionmumbleprosekmumble...snort...mumble...snort
..."GAH!" *awakens with a start*
<SteveM> "Reed, I told you this already. We're following the river, staying out 
of sight of Coalition patrols, and crossing at a ford or a bridge."
Will smiles broadly.  "Good morning, Your Grace."  Hands him the cup of coffee.
Anya winces.  Didn't mean to knock that thing out of the closet.
<Evil-GM> "Heading uo the Mississippi to the Ohio River then?"
DukeRyan rubs his eyes groggily, looks at Will, blinking. "Eh? Oh! Good 
morning."
<SteveM> "That's the plan
<SteveM> +."
Kasia starts humming... "In twennysommat-fourteen we took a little trip..."
DukeRyan takes the offered coffee. "Are you going to insist on calling me 'Your 
Grace'? Gods, I find that annoying."
Will blinks.  "Okay.  'Sir'?"
<SteveM> *to the Duke* "What do you prefer we call you?"
<Evil-GM> Reed pipes in, majorly off-key. "Along with Captain Mitchell up the 
mighty mississip."
<DukeRyan> *to Steve* "Hmmm? Ah. Ryan will do. Hate all that ceremony and 
protocol."
<SteveM> *to Kasia as an aside* "Now all we need are a bunch of redcoats to hang 
on the deadboys and a TW riverboat.
Anya cleans up the pieces of the broken something or other.  Starts looking at 
the pieces.
<SteveM> +"
<Kasia> "Ay-long with Cap'n Mitchell 'long the mighty Mississip... we took along 
some big guns and a stolen APC... and we brought some Coalition scum a bunch of 
mis-er-y!"
Kasia chuckles at that
SteveM nearly chokes on his coffee at the chorus."
<DukeRyan> <OOC> Kasia: Battle of New Orleans? :)
<SteveM> -"
Will looks at Anya, tries to figure out beforehand what she's putting together.  
'Zis a roll against IQ or something?
Trent walks by in time to catch the singing, rolls his eyes.
<Kasia> <OOC> Yes, and it's not a chorus. 'Tis the 1st verse. ;)
Anya watches whatever it was that fell out be in too many pices to fix.
DukeRyan heads to the APC's head for some necessities
<Kasia> <OOC> Saaaaaaay, if I come up with a chorus, is this our theme song?
<DukeRyan> Kasia: Could be :)
Ch`Dith <OOCly> headaches.
<Evil-GM> <OOC> it's better than Demon-Busters, Inc's theme song.  "If a demon's 
got a cult, who ya gonna call?"
<Kasia> <OOC> Have to agree on that. >%)
DukeRyan gets dressed, goes outside to see if anything's cooking
<Evil-GM> Rick fires up the APC's engine
Trent thinks. "So, where are we stopping today? Anywhere with civilization?" 
This to Steve.
DukeRyan goes back into the APC and gets something from the field rations locker
<SteveM> *to Trent* "Depends on what kind of civilization we find, and whether 
or not we'll have to blast our way out of town later."
<DukeRyan> *mumbles* "Been at court too long. Gotta lose some weight."
Ch`Dith crouches. Leaps. Circles just over the treetops.
<Trent> "Noted.  Well, I'm getting geared up."
<SteveM> "Very well. Do that. I want to get moving soon.
Trent walks outside by his bike, pulls on the various parts of his armor, his 
various weaponry and all that.
<Evil-GM> Ch: no sign of any CS patrols...
SteveM goes outside to take down the survival kit tent.
Kasia helps Steve with the tent
Trent fires up his bike, rolls over to the vehicle bay and refuels it.
Anya sighs, puts the broken pieces back in the locker, and leans up against 
them.
<Ch`Dith> Good. 
<Ch`Dith> This does not stop Ch'Dith from keeping eyes and senses open, tho
<Kasia> *stuffstoreclotheschangenature'scallattendedtoetcetcetcetc*
SteveM gets whatever stuff needs stowing stowed.
Anya closes her eyes, and falls back to sleep.
<DukeRyan> *to Steve* "Good morning, captain! All's well this day?"
Evil-GM notes it's getting close to 7am for the PCs
<SteveM> "Yes, Ryan, we're just about ready to leave."
Will is entirely ready to go.
Anya is asleep in the APC.
<Evil-GM> Reed kickstarts his hovercycle...
<DukeRyan> "Good! Good!" *gets a seat in the APC, tries to engage Will in 
smalltalk
<DukeRyan> *
SteveM hops into the idling Plow and revs the plenum chamber fans
Will readily obliges.
Trent rolls out of the APC, shuts the vehicle bay and pulls on his helmet.
Kasia hops into the Plow's jumpseat
<Trent> *radioed* "Ready to go, Cap."
Ch`Dith banks and overflies the clearing, heading out.
<Evil-GM> Ru wanders into the APC's cockpit, takes one of the seats
<Evil-GM> + nearest Rick
<Evil-GM> <Rick> *radioed* "All systems go, sir."
<SteveM> *radioed* "Then let's roll!"
<Trent> "Rog."
<Evil-GM> the APC lumbers forward.
DukeRyan discusses the politics of several smaller kindoms near the CS' western 
borders with Will
Trent cranks the throttle and sprays mud at anything behind him
<Evil-GM> Trent: how rude... now Rick can't see to drive. %)
SteveM slides the Plow in front of the APC and heads out behind the pointmen.
<Trent> <OOC> How would that make a difference?  ;)
<Evil-GM> <OOC> cause I'm running Rick.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> "Windshield wipers. I *KNEW* they'd forgotten something in the 
design of these things...."
Trent takes point again, going at a speed that could only be describes as 
'sane'.
Anya mumbles in her nap.
<Evil-GM> Reed pulls his hovercycle in next to Trent.
Trent waves to Reed, resists the urge to outpace him again.
DukeRyan notes the absence/lack of commentary from Vix. Hopes he got left at the 
camp site
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<Ch`Dith> <OOC> *SNICKER*
Anya sets mode: +o Vix 
<Vix> Hi there, you may call me stupid!
<Will> Bwahahaaa...
<Kasia> <OOC> *LOL*
<Trent> *radioed* "Let me know when we're 5 miles out."
<DukeRyan> <OOC> Ah! Me and my big mouth! :)
Ch`Dith OOCly applauds Vix's timing
Trent breaks out laughing
<Evil-GM> DR: No, Vix was carried into the bunk area by Reed
<SteveM> <OOC> Now look what you did. You Summoned(tm) him!
Anya changes topic to "* DukeRyan notes the absence/lack of commentary from Vix. 
Hopes he got left at the camp site | Vix[kurt@dialpool0643-pri.voicenet.com] 
joined channel #Rifts"
<DukeRyan> :)
<Vix> <OOC> Oh, I "Wouldn't Wake Up". Prolly just found some more of those 
mushrooms. ;)
<Evil-GM> *chuckle*
<Evil-GM> heheh
<DukeRyan> Ars: QotN, mayhap? :)
<Evil-GM> well, when we started, you were still zonked under your lean-to
<Vix> <OOC> Oh, makes sense. ;)
<Evil-GM> hehehe
<Kasia> <OOC> brb
<Evil-GM> well, according to Rick's radar, Trent and Reed are about 5 miles 
ahead of the APC.
Anya mumbles s'more, completely oblivious to everybody else.
Vix snorts, stirs, stands up on top of the bunk, hits his head on the ceiling, 
and falls off the bed.
<SteveM> *radioed to Trent* "You're five miles out now."
<Vix> "....nuh?"
<Trent> "All right, thanks."
Trent drops down to about what he guesses the APC is doing.
DukeRyan deals out cards for a game of poker while talking to Will
<Evil-GM> Trent: your bike has no aversion to doing 30, even in a forest?
Will takes a hand.  When innocuous, shows interest in current news and 
developments in Worth, especially things that might be of interest to a wider 
region.
Vix picks up his staff, and stumbles into the main area of the APC, still barely 
awake.
<Trent> EGM: Hmm... I'd think that it could do 30... even though I could *RUN* 
faster than that.
DukeRyan notes Vix' entrance, his hopes dashed
Will doesn't even look up at Vix.  "The rest of breakfast's in the minifridge."
Ch`Dith paces Trent and Reed about a mile back
lakre [seranade@ppp-207-214-213-124.sntc01.pacbell.net] has joined #Rifts
<Evil-GM> 're lakre
<SteveM> re lakre
<Trent> 're, lakre
<Will> relakre
<DukeRyan> wb lakre
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Re, FriendOfTheDwagin
Anya wakes up yelling as a foot steps on her hand.
<Vix> "...break? Fast? Yes, I'll have... uhm... fixslow.. no, breakslow... 
uhm..."
<DukeRyan> *to Vix* "Lunfast?"
Will ponders the ethics of playing poker for stakes with Vix while he's high.
<DukeRyan> "Breakner? Dinch?"
Vix nods. "Yeah, lunfast. Thanks."
<Ch`Dith> Will: You'd lose
Evil-GM drops an anvil on DukeRyan 's head
<DukeRyan> <OOC> Ars: :)=
Trent grumbles to Reed over the radio. "Damn, I hate going this slow."
Anya cradles her hand in her other one, looks around blearyeyed.
<Vix> <OOC> Besides, he's !high, just uhm... sleepy. Yeah. ;)
<DukeRyan> <OOC> Ah! Vix is sober and vulnerable! The perfect time to strike! :)
<Evil-GM> <Reed> "I don't know, I'm kind of enjoying the scenery."
<Evil-GM> <Reed> "But I'm upping it to fifty."
<Trent> *sigh* "Yeah... it's just... I could *RUN* faster than this."
<Evil-GM> Reed pulls out ahead of you.
<Trent> "Oh no you don't."
Trent cranks it up to 60
<Evil-GM> Reed eyes Trent as he passes, bumps it up to 70.
DukeRyan loses another hand to Will, puts up the cards. "Pardon me. I think I'd 
like a look out the front."
<Will> "Sure."
Trent grins, goes to 80
<Evil-GM> Steve: the VHT in Battloid mode?
DukeRyan joins Rick and Ru in the cockpit
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> "I'll see your 80 and raise you 20 KpH more."
<Evil-GM> Trent: you see a tree coming at you... roll.
Vix opens the minifridge and leans in, but the door closes, smacking him in the 
back of the head. He yelps and emits a loud string of curses in various 
languages.
<Trent> 29... easy pass.
<Trent> "Mind that tree!"
<Vix> <OOC> ... *flashback* "Mind the saw, Alfy!"
Anya blinks. "Vix, it's chor-TU, not chor-TOE.  And that's not really a curse."
Vix shrugs, still rubbing the back of his head. "The feeling was there."
<SteveM> EGM: Neg, in Transport
<Evil-GM> Reed bumps it up to 90 after he passes the tree
<Evil-GM> Ch: MPH, not KpH
<Evil-GM> Steve: 'k
Trent goes up to 110, passes Reed again.
<Vix> <OOC> Ars: BTW, you got xp for last sesh? I've got all my sheets here, 
right now, so might as well update 'em.
Ch`Dith pours on some speed, holding pace to the bikers with some effort. Climbs
<Trent> "I thought you were the conservative one."
<Evil-GM> Vix: 220
<Evil-GM> <Reed> "Only when I haven't had my Twinkies.  I have."
<SteveM> *radioed to Ch'D* "Don't climb too high now.."
Ch`Dith still has no radio.
<Anya> "Well...go to hell has a slightly different meaning in Russian."   Smiles 
at Vix.
<Trent> "So, you folding or raising the ante?"
Ch`Dith gets up to 300, locks his wings and dive/swoop/glides
<Evil-GM> Reed's radar starts bleeping.  "I have a contact at eleven o-clock, at 
about 2 miles out."
Kasia catches that. "Wheefun."
DukeRyan <OOC> ponders bomb sights and missile hardpoints for Dragons :)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Do I sense anything?
Trent punches on his bike's limited radar, tries to find it.
<Evil-GM> <Reed> *radioed to Steve* "The druggie and I got into a chicken race.  
How far ahead are we?"
<Trent> <OOC> If Reed's bike has radar....
<Evil-GM> Trent: well, his was a custom he got as payment.
SteveM checks the radar... 26, needed 70. "I make your contact, and you're 
about..."
<SteveM> that last part was radioed
Anya gets bored, fishes her harmonica out of her pocket, looks at it.
<Trent> <OOC> Mine is designed for combat.  *shrug*
<Evil-GM> Trent: nothing in the stats about radar
Trent hmms, doens't have Read Sensory Equipment. Okay, that turned into a moot 
point.
Ch`Dith is treetop-skimming at 80-odd mph
<Evil-GM> Steve: I'd say we're approaching 15 miles ahead.
<Will> GM: Would Rick, Ru, or DR have noticed it by this time?
<Evil-GM> Ch: You don't sense any evil.
<Evil-GM> I think so... the APC's radar has a wider range.
<SteveM> *radioed* "You're fifteen miles out, and your contact is seventeen 
miles out."
Anya puts the harmonica to her lips, plays the blues. (10)
<Trent> *to Reed* "This thing doesn't have radar... 11 o' clock still?"
<Evil-GM> "Yeah, moving about the same speed."
<Evil-GM> Ch: what kind of senses do ya have, other than the standard 5 plus 
evilsense?
SteveM finds some clear patch, makes his speed about 10 mph better than the APC.
<Ch`Dith> TP. Insanely accurate eyesight (being a species that tends to spend a 
lot of time dozens of miles from the nearest visible object will do that)
<Evil-GM> Okay...
<Evil-GM> Ch: you spot a trio of SAMAS in formation.
<Ch`Dith> Uh-oh. 
<Anya> <OOC> doh.
Ch`Dith . o O (*to Trent* SAMAS units. Three of them.)
<Trent> . o O (Thanks.)
<DukeRyan> <OOC> . o O (Lunch.)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> hrm, holdon
<DukeRyan> :)
<Trent> *radioed* "Bogies are SAM's.  Avoid 'em, if possible."
<Will> <OOC> GM: You're playing Rick and Ru... might one of them have noticed 
the three dots on the RADAR screen, for the benefit of those of us in the APC?
Vix sits down, assumes the full lotus, closes his eyes, and tries again to 
contact Eris.
<Evil-GM> Will: I was checking percentages as you asked..
<SteveM> *radioed* "Roger that, point. Are they coming on an intercept vector?"
<Vix> <OOC> Ars: Gonna try prayer o' communion again.
<Evil-GM> Vix: 'k
<Trent> "Reed?"
Ch`Dith "cloaks"
<Vix> ... 9. 
<Ch`Dith> Ars: They spotted me yet?
<Evil-GM> <Reed> "I can't tell... this thing is way to limited."
<Trent> "Same distance?"
Ch`Dith vanishes from radar screens asundry.
<Evil-GM> <Rick> *to Ru* "We have SAMAS on radar... could ya tell the others?"
DukeRyan <OOC> gets an idea for a chaingun designed for Ch'Dith in flight
<Evil-GM> Ru sticks her head out the door. "SAMAS on Radar, gang. Hold tight!"
<SteveM> *radioed to Rick* "Are they moving to intercept?"
<Evil-GM> Rick fails his RSE roll... "Can't tell, sir."
Anya drops her harmonica on the floor.  Picks it up, and starts saying not 
pleasant things in Russian.
DukeRyan gets his fat keister back into the main compartment
<Evil-GM> <Reed> *to Trent* "Looks it.  Might be patrolling parallel to us."
Ch`Dith drops to inside the tree canopy. Keeps a close eye on the SAMAS units.
<Trent> "Hmm... we need more intel.  I'm trying something."
SteveM passes his RSI roll with flying colors... 03, needed 70.
<Vix> <OOC> Ars: *poke* 
Will looks up.  "Oh, boy."  Fetches his armor and L-20.  *to Duke*  "We'll swat 
a few flies and be back on track in a jiffy, sir."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Steve's wrists do not ache? 
<Trent> <OOC> SAM radar wouldn't be able to look behind, methinks.
<Evil-GM> Vix: hold on a sec...
<Vix> <OOC> *nod*
DukeRyan nods in responce to Will, buckles up
<Evil-GM> Steve: they're holding a course parallel to your own.
Anya wanders into the pilot's area, grabs the pieces of her armor and the trusty 
Wilks rifle, and starts buckling pieces of armor on over her clothes.
<Evil-GM> Vix: Eris looks at you and says, "Twice in as many days? You're 
starting to unslack! Go smoke some weed for a bit, and try again next year."
Kasia leans forward. "Steve?"
Vix grumbles, and shakes his head around. "Bah."
<Anya> <OOC> *snicker* %)
<Trent> "I'm going to try to get close enough to see the SAMs.  They shouldn't 
have rear looking radar."
<SteveM> *radioed to Trent* "Lieutenant, let's keep a low profile for now. That 
patrol's probably travelling in the same direction as us." *radioed to all NSC 
units* "Observe radio silence until the SAMs move to intercept or we're beyond 
30 miles of them, over."
Vix blinks and eyes the Duke. "Where did Anya and Will go?"
DukeRyan points to the cockpit
<Kasia> Mmm... brb, and axe that last comment/question
<Trent> "Rog."
Vix nods, and steps into the cockpit, then looks around at the fuss. "What's 
up?"
Will wanders back into the main compartment, armed.
Trent pulls his speed back to 50-60 mph
<Evil-GM> <Reed> *sigh* "Right."
<Evil-GM> Rick fills in Vix on what's going on.
Vix frowns. "Damnit."
Ch`Dith tries something. Teleports LOS to under the SAMAS units. Tries a TP 
read.
Vix goes back to the main area and loads his pistol.
<Evil-GM> Ch: they're just normal CS soldiers on a routine patrol.
<Evil-GM> You don't even pick up any hostile thoughts.
<Ch`Dith> Good.
Ch`Dith keeps an "eye" on 'em until we're out of range
<Trent> <OOC> Normal CS soldiers on a routine patrol.  Bored out of their minds.
<Evil-GM> Trent: *nod*
Anya shrugs on the breastplate of the armor, buckles the last couple straps, and 
carries the rifle back out into the main room.
DukeRyan glances at Anya, wishes his wife looked that good in armour
<Kasia> <OOC> *choke*
<DukeRyan> Or in anything else fore that matter
<Will> *to Duke* "Not, of course, that we believe any fighting would come 
anywhere /near/ the inside of this moving armory we're in."
<Evil-GM> You travel in relative silence for the next two hours, before the SAMs 
bank off away from the team.
<SteveM> <OOC> "Just your average, horny little devil."
Vix hrmms, and runs into the bunk area, puts on his light armor under his robes, 
and walks back into the main area, looking only slightly bulkier.
<DukeRyan> *to Will* "To be sure. To be sure."
Anya smiles at Will.  "Is better to be safe than sorry, no?"
Will nodnods enthusiastically.
<Evil-GM> Reed breathes a sigh of relief as his radar goes silent.
Ch`Dith banks the other direction, re-assumes physical form once outside their 
radar range
<Vix> <OOC> Anya is beink talkink like Pitr? ;)
SteveM watches the radar to see if they're beyond 30 mi, then radios. "All NSC 
units, you may now broadcast freely. Well done, people."
<Anya> <OOC> No, not really... :)
<Ch`Dith> Reed's radar registers a new beeping dot from the general area of 
where the SAMAS vanished to.
Kasia smirks. "Well done on what? On managing not to charge headfirst into 
*another* battle?"
<Trent> "That was nothing.  Too bad... err good thing they didn't notice us."
<Evil-GM> <Reed> "*Way* too silent for my tastes."
<DukeRyan> <OOC> <Steve> *to Trent* "Don't do a wheelie on that gopher mound."
<DukeRyan> :)
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "Something like that."
<Evil-GM> Trent: you and Reed come to a wide river.
<SteveM> "No sense unzipping our flies when there's nothing to be gained by it."
<Vix> <OOC> ... 
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Steve: Uhh, you had to say that? 
<Vix> <OOC> Hrmm. There's a top hatch on the APC, roit?
<Trent> How wide?
<Evil-GM> Vix: *nod*
<Evil-GM> Trent: a good mile.
<Trent> Ah.
Kasia <OOC> ponders how to respond to that rather Freudian comment, there.
Trent slows down and stops his bike near the bank. "Steve, we've got a river 
here."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> It's Miss Issippi!
<SteveM> *radioed* "That would be the Mississippi. The LARGEST river in these 
messed-up Dis-United States."
<Evil-GM> by the way, for those psychics, magis, and dragons in the group, you 
sense your abilities starting to increase.
<SteveM> *radioed* "See if you can find a bridge or a ford somewhere."
Kasia frowns thoughtfully. "A river. I've never seen a river before."
<DukeRyan> <OOC> o/~ Toke that bong! / Smoke that bale! / Slick Willie says he 
did not inhale o/~
<Trent> "Aye aye, Cap'n."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Isn't the entire Mississippi one big ley line?
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> ah, roight.
<Evil-GM> <Reed> "A ford, across the largest river in the continent.  *Riiight*"
<Will> Ch`D: <OOC> Welcome to La Zona Magica.
<Evil-GM> *nod*
Trent turns his bike left, speeds down the bank now that there's not trees 
around as much.
Vix opens the top hatch, and looks around. "Nobody has any objections to me 
going topside to smoke, right?"
<Evil-GM> <OOC> "you have just entered the Twilight... er, the Magic Zone."
<Evil-GM> Reed takes the right course.
<DukeRyan> <OOC> These are the Outer Limits 
Anya feels her fingers tingle, looks at them.
Anya looks at Vix.  "Hang on tight."
<Vix> <OOC> "Do not adjust your TV set... we control the vertical... and the 
horizontal."
<Trent> <OOC> Aww, no more racing.  =P
<SteveM> *radioed to Rick* "Can that APC swim?"
<Trent> <OOC> it can.
Vix nods, and climbs up on top of the APC, shutting the hatch after him.
<Evil-GM> <Rick> "Extremely slowly."
<Trent> <OOC> Well, it could before the plasma enema.
<DukeRyan> <OOC> o/~ We're gonna make a couch potato out of you o/~
<Vix> <OOC> Dammit, I say we ford the river, and travel westward, to the 
frontier!
<SteveM> *radioed to Rick* "Not like we'll be going far in the water anyway."
<Evil-GM> <Rick> "And I've never heard of anyone crossing the Mississippi in 
one... We used to use the Death Heads for that."
<Anya> <OOC> Coalition Mark V APC!  It rolls!  It swims!  It can even nuke your 
enemies for you!
Ch`Dith climbs. Dives again and skims the river surface at 80-ish.
<Kasia> <OOC> And it makes great julienne fries!
<Vix> <OOC> Dammit, it's made by the coalition, not fucking Ronco. ;)
<Anya> <OOC> And it just might be able to do your homework. %)
<SteveM> *radioed to Trent* "Trent, get back in the APC and get topside. We're 
going to cross the river."
<Kasia> <OOC> *snicker*
Trent OOCly grins maniacially. Guess we'll need to get a Death's Head, then.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Wanna bet those three SAMI were off one? 
<Trent> "Roger that."
<DukeRyan> <OOC> Trent: Put it on your Christmas list for Vander :)
<SteveM> <OOC> And take your finals for you?
<Anya> <OOC> I wish!
Vix removes his bag 'o weed, rolls a joint, and lights it up, slipping the bag 
back into his robes.
Trent fishtails around in a spray of mud, does 190 back towards the APC.
Ch`Dith watches Trent turn around, banks and follows.
Vix stares happily at the sky, and wishes he had some peyote.
SteveM waits until Trent passes him, then opens the Plow up to reach the 
riverbank.
<Vix> . o (Blue skies suck. They should be purple. )
Trent tries to figure out where the APC will come out of the forest, almost runs 
into it.
Anya laughs.
Ch`Dith keeps his newly-extending senses open WIDE. This much magic has a habit 
of attracting and creating big nasties.
<Evil-GM> Reed notices several boats on the river.  "Boss, I see some boats on 
the river.  Some of them sport Coalition markings."
<SteveM> "Swell. Brown water navy."
<Trent> <OOC> Hmm... maybe this isn't such a good idea.
<DukeRyan> <OOC> Brown trout! :)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Bah. Boats sink easily.
<Trent> "How large of boats?"
Vix grins slightly as the weed takes effect. . o ( Wait... but then I'd be used 
to purple skies, and would wish they were blue... or maybe they are purple, and 
I just call it blue. Or perhaps silver. Yes. That's it, the skies are silvery 
fish in a river. )
<DukeRyan> <OOC> Spongebuasters! :)
<DukeRyan> -u
<Trent> <OOC> I sense thinly veiled hints coming at us here.
<SteveM> *to Reed* "They taking any interest in us?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> ... especially when something huge is chewing holes in their 
hulls below the waterline.
<Vix> <OOC> Heheh. %
<Evil-GM> "Patrol boats... Nothing larger than 65 feet."
<Vix> <OOC> Ch'Barnacle? ;)
<Trent> Ch`D: One word... depth charges.
Anya clicks on the radio in the main cabin.  "Why wasn't this on?"
Will overhears the conversation on the radio.  "Surely they can't be 
everywhere... down or upriver, maybe?" he suggests to Rick and Ru.
<Evil-GM> "And no, they didn't take much notice of me or Trent."
<Ch`Dith> Trent: At that range they'd do more harm to themselves than I could 
do. And a lot faster.
Trent gets an idea, decides to keep it unless they're *REALLY* desperate.
<Trent> Ch`D: Yeah, but they'd kill you dead before they sank.
<SteveM> "We'll wait until we regroup, then attempt the crossing."
<Evil-GM> Reed is still running southbound, spots a fishing village.
DukeRyan moves up to the cockpit. "If I might be of help, it would be useful to 
let them know you are transporting an important diplomat to a conferrence 
reguarding CS/other kingdom relations
<DukeRyan> ."
<Trent> Or detect you coming on sonar.
<Evil-GM> "Boss, I have an idea... heading back."
<Will> *to Duke* "In a stolen Coalition APC?"
Trent pulls up next to the APC, keeps pace.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Will: +escorted by D-Bees
<DukeRyan> *to Will* "This is a stolen vehicle? You chose now to tell me this?"
<Evil-GM> Reed rejoins you shortly.
<Trent> "Rick, you might want to keep this thing out of the open."
<Vix> <OOC> Will: *whapwhap* ;)
<Evil-GM> <Rick> "Roger, Lieutenant."
<Kasia> <OOC> "What, you think we bought it? Or asked 'em real nice?" ;)
<Will> "Well, I wasn't there at the time... it might not be.  But then, I 
expected they didn't buy it on the open market."
<SteveM> *to Reed* "What's on your mind?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Nah, there was a Garage Sale in Texas and we got this thing 
used.
<Vix> <OOC> <Reed> Hair and flesh, mostly. *DUCK*
<Will> <OOC> Kasia: You could say that out loud, you know.
<DukeRyan> *to Will* "Please tell me you at least changed the transponder 
frrequency on the radios."
<Kasia> <OOC> Will: Since I'm not there, it wouldn't do much good.
<Will> Kasia: OOC: Oh.
Anya OOCly watches Rick and Ru stay silent in there. %)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Didn't Vander do that? 
<DukeRyan> <OOC> Ch'D: Nope. Didn't have time :)
<Evil-GM> <Reed> "I spotted a fishing village next to the river.  At least one 
of the boats looked large enough to hide the APC.
Will shrugs.  "Like I said, I wasn't here.  The fact that we're not being 
trailed incessantly by CS forces indicates they probably did, though."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> ohshit.
DukeRyan excuses himself and gets a seat in the main compartment
<Trent> "Hmm... that could work.  Any thoughts on how we could get one of these 
boats?"
<Evil-GM> Rick looks at the Duke with an innocent grin.  "What transponder?"
<SteveM> *to Reed* "Sounds like a plan. I'll go with ya."
Vix takes a long drag off his joint, finishing off the contents, and flicks the 
end off the side of the APC.
<SteveM> *radioed to Trent* "The same way any soldier gets what's not issued to 
him. Buy, beg, borrow, or steal."
<DukeRyan> BRB
DukeRyan is now known as DRAFK
<Trent> "Hmm... so in other words, we have to use your diplomatic skills, my 
level headedness and Reed's love of Twinkies to negotiate the use of a boat."
<SteveM> *to Trent* "Not to mention a good-sized expense account."
Vix opens the hatch, and sticks his head in, snickering to himself at how 
everything's turned upside down, before he falls through the hatch, landing in a 
heap on the floor.
<Evil-GM> <Reed> *tightband radio to Steve* "Loosk like fatboy's gonna earn his 
ride."
Anya snickers at Vix.
<Trent> "Ahh, maybe we're not doomed then.  Lead away, Reed."
SteveM pulls the Plow next to Reed's bike. "Yeah, looks like it."
<Will> *radioed* "I could give it a whirl... I like talking to folks, and I 
could probably get us the use if we could find the owner of the boat."  <OOC> 
High MA, decent IQ...
Vix stands up, and closes the hatch, watching the room swirl slightly.
<SteveM> *radioed* "Then we park the big stuff about two miles outside the 
village and go in on Hovercycs or foot."
<Evil-GM> <Rick> *radioed* "Roger that." *to everyone else* "Looks like we're 
gonna hafta break out the cycles and jeep for a bit."
Ch`Dith lands next to the APC, humanifies.
<Evil-GM> Ch: good for 16 hours now, right?
<Ch`Dith> yah
DRAFK is now known as DukeRyan
<DukeRyan> re
SteveM takes Reed over to a good concealment spot. "All right, we need to work 
out who's going and who's staying to mind the store."
<Will> I'd like to volunteer, for the reasons cited earlier.
Kasia shrugs. "I'll stay here."
<DukeRyan> +"It might be best if I remained here."
<Ch`Dith> "Even in this form, I have a habit of being intimidating. I will stay 
here."
<DukeRyan> -+
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "You're sure?"
Kasia smiles. "With my luck, they'll be right-off hostile to 'Melters. I'll 
stay."
<Evil-GM> <Reed> "Juicers are more intimidating than crazies.  Take the druggie, 
not me."
<Vix> <OOC> Bah, take otherdruggie. Yeah. Pick me. ;)
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "Ok..."
Trent chuckles. "Wouldn't that be a reason not to take me? Nevermind, I'll 
come."
Kasia <OOC> notes that Ryan didn't know she was a Melter...
<Evil-GM> <Reed> "A little intimidation never hurt anyone."
<DukeRyan> *to Kasia* "Pardon me for saying so, but you seem so... normal."
<Anya> "I'll stay behind unless I'm needed."
<Trent> "A lack of intimidation has hurt many people."
Kasia raises an eyebrow at the Duke. "What's normal?"
<SteveM> <OOC> Yeah. Made me wonder if he looked no further than the bosom in 
sizing you up. %)
<Kasia> <OOC> *snicker* That's possible. %)
<Evil-GM> <Rick> "With all due respect sir, I'd rather stay here."
DukeRyan sputters and burble for a bit before giving up and excusing himself to 
use the john.
Vix takes no interest in the small gathering, and just stands several feet away 
from them, thinking.
<SteveM> "All right, we got Trent and Will coming with me. No others want to 
come?"
<Evil-GM> <Reed> *loud enough for the Duke to hear* "And I think you'd best take 
the Duke as well.  He might be useful."
Vix looks over finally. *to Steve* "I would like to come."
<SteveM> *to Vix* "I think it'd be best if you stayed with the APC."
<Evil-GM> <Ru> "Oh, *that* will go over well with the locals."
<Trent> "Maybe they'll want to buy drugs off of him... you never know."
DukeRyan returns from the john
Trent smiles.
<Kasia> *at Ru* "Just as much as you accidentally burning down their houses?
<Kasia> +"
Vix blinks. "Oh? I would think I am fairly nondescript in comparison with the 
usual suspects. If you bring too many outside-looking people along, they will be 
frightened and uneasy."
<Evil-GM> Ru stiffens at this, as if lost in memory.
Anya smiles.  "I'll go, Steve.  Just to keep you all out of trouble." 
<SteveM> *to Vix* "All right, you sold me. You can come with us as far as the 
outskirts."
Kasia whistles and buffs her nails. "One..."
Vix nods. "Well enough."
<Will> "That's five, or six if the Duke has changed his mind about coming."
Trent hmms... anybody need a ride?
<Trent> Err... +""
<DukeRyan> *to Will* "Well, I don't see why you would need me along for a simple 
arrangement of transportation.
<DukeRyan> "
<Anya> "I have the jeep, if you want to pull that out."
<SteveM> "Let's use the jeep."
<Evil-GM> Ru curses a stream of Hebrew in Kasia's direction/
<Trent> "I'll uses my bik... what the hell?"
<Vix> "How many does the jeep seat? I would prefer to take a hovercycle."
<Kasia> "And gargle-hack to you, too."
<SteveM> *to Ryan* "Let's just say that having you along greatly increases the 
bargaining position."
<Anya> "I've got four seats, five if people want to be uncomfortable."
<SteveM> *to Trent* "You can take your bike if you want."
Anya runs over to offload it from the APC.
DukeRyan looks uncomfortable with this situation* "Hmmm. Very well. But I ride 
shotgun."
<Trent> "Yeah.  Err... Reed?"
<Evil-GM> <Reed> "Yeah?"
<SteveM> "I'll drive the jeep."
<Trent> "Keep Kasia and Ru from killing each other while we're gone, okay?"
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<Ch`Dith> "I will"
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<Evil-GM> Reed looks over at the two.  "I'll do my best."
<Vix> Refnord.
Trent sets mode: +o Vix 
<Evil-GM> fnord, Vixz
<Evil-GM> -z
Kasia raises her eyebrows. "I never suggested murder." *under Steve's galnce* 
"... okay, but that was a long time ago."
<Trent> "Thanks, the both of you."
SteveM goes to the Plow, sets the security system to Beat Unmerciful.
<Trent> <OOC> I want a security system like that!
<Vix> <OOC> I missed everything after my last comment. Anything of importance?
DukeRyan climbs into the Jeep's front passenger seat
Anya backs it off the APC and drives it over next to Steve.  Hands him the keys.
<Evil-GM> Vix: nope
<SteveM> "Thank you Anya."
<Evil-GM> except the duke riding shotgun
Evil-GM notes that the jeep would prolly be Steve, Duke, and the scholars.
<Anya> "No problem.  Just be careful."  Climbs in back.
<SteveM> Aye.
<Evil-GM> leaving Vix... where?
<Will> <OOC> Trent on bike, and Vix on something would make things comfortable.
<Trent> Vix and I on bikes, then?
<Vix> Yeah.
<Evil-GM> both on the tarantula, or is Vix taking one of the other cycles?
<Trent> Vix said he wanted to take a hoverbike before he died
<Evil-GM> Oh, I missed that.
Ch`Dith props himself up on a couple chairs and looks indecently comfortable.
<Evil-GM> +in the scroll
<Vix> What the primary druggie said.
<Evil-GM> Okay... a few minutes later, the six of you drive into the fishing 
village.
Kasia grabs a chair and sits on it backwards
<Evil-GM> It's a rather half-built place, with a few boats anchored on wharves.
Vix kills the engine and steps off, putting on his sunglasses and looking 
around.
Kasia pulls out her sunglasses, starts juggling rocks with TK
Will looks for the boat mentioned, activity on board.
Vix grins. "Quaint. Very.. quaint."
Ch`Dith lowers his eyes to half-mast, hums a random tune
Trent stops his bike, looks around.
SteveM looks around. "I guess we try the docks, then the bars."
<Ch`Dith> o/~ Toki ni / ai wa tsuyoku... o/~ 
DukeRyan stays in the Jeep, looking around at te village
Anya looks around at the scenery from the backseat.  "Nice."
<DukeRyan> "Rather squalid place, wouldn't you say?"
<Evil-GM> several old fishermen look at you with looks ranging from curious to 
fearful
<Vix> *to Duke* "I thought you said you had diplimatic skills."
Will again looks for the boat mentioned, activity on board.
<SteveM> *to Ryan* "Be it ever so humble..."
<Vix> -i+o
Anya shrugs.  "Not squalid, just different."
DukeRyan actively ignores Vix
Vix smiles, happy with his achievement.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> That requires *SOME* effort.
Trent pulls off his hemet, smiles at one of the people.
DukeRyan gets out of the Jeep
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> The only person harder to ignore would be Controversial Jack.
<SteveM> *to Ryan* "Stoner's got a point. Just a suggestion, but you may want to 
keep some of your high-falutin' comments to yourself."
<Evil-GM> You see several boats large enough to house the APC... long, flatbed 
type barges.
Anya hops out of the back of the jeep.  Looks around some more.
Vix picks up his staff off the cycle and adjusts his robes.
<Will> *to Trent, loud enough for the people to hear* "This looks good... figure 
one of these folks would be willing to take the job?"
Trent parks the bike by the jeep, leaves some of his bigger weaponry there, 
along with his shiny helmet.
<Evil-GM> One of them is currently unloading it's cargo onto another barge."
<Will> Scratch previous, then...
<Evil-GM> -"
<Vix> *to Steve* "Do we have a tarp large enough to throw over the APC, out of 
curiousity?"
Will brings the unloading barge to the attention of the party.
<Vix> "A barge carrying a coalition APC across the 'sip is probably not the most 
common of sights."
<Will> *to party* "When they're done, they might be willing to take on a quick 
ferry trip, wouldn't you say?"
<SteveM> *to Vix* "We got the camo nets. Those will work." *drives over to the 
barge offloading cargo*
<DukeRyan> *to Will* "Are you certain a craft of this sort will support the 
weight it must bear?"
Trent nods. "With the proper enticement, yes.
<Trent> +"
Trent follows Steve.
<Will> *to Duke* "That's mainly the concern of the shippers, they should know 
their tonnage."  Will follows the group.
Vix follows Steve as well, remaining silent and surveying the town."
<Vix> -"
Anya just looks around, walks in the direction Steve went.
<DukeRyan> <OOC> Missed a major opportunity there , Will! :)
<Will> <OOC> Must've... to do what?
Kasia <OOC> listens to Liberi Fatali cue.
<DukeRyan> <Will> *to DR* "With your boyancey, rest assured." >:)
<Will> <OOC> Will, as player or character, doesn't easily come up with/use 
insults.
<Vix> <OOC> If only the Duke were scottish... >%)
<Evil-GM> You approach the man who appears to be in charge.
<DukeRyan> <OOC> Will: 'k
<Vix> <OOC> FatBastard!
Trent smiles, waits for Steve to do the whole negotiating bi.
<Trent> +t
<SteveM> "Hello!"
DukeRyan stays near Steve
<Evil-GM> the man turns to see the six of you. "Ahoy, maties! What c'n Ah do fer 
ya?"
Vix looks the man over, and drums his fingers on his staff.
<Vix> <OOC> Ars: What, no "Arrrrrr!"? ;)
<Evil-GM> The man appears to walk with a slight limp.
<DukeRyan> <OOC> I'm wiped. Gonna get to bed.
<DukeRyan> Later folx
<Will> <OOC> G'nite, Duke.
<Vix> <OOC> Or even a parrot? I mean, come on! What a ripoff of a salty seadog! 
;)
<Trent> Hasta, DR
<Evil-GM> Cya, Duke.
<Vix> <OOC> Erm. Riverdog.
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<Vix> unfnorddr
<SteveM> "You think you can do a quick trip across the river when you're done 
here?"
<SteveM> <OOC> lates UL
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<Evil-GM> "Depends on the price, matie.  What's the cargo?"
<Trent> <OOC> Myself, my party, an APC, and no questions asked.  *runs*
<Evil-GM> "And which river do ye wanna cross? Mississippi, or Ohio?"
<SteveM> "Vehicle, weighs about 20 tons, no questions asked, and discretion 
throughout and after the passage. Preferably the Ohio crossing."
<Vix> <OOC> "Oh, Coalition trouble? Perhaps you've never heard of the Millenium 
Falcbarge. She's the fastest barge this side of the rockies! She made the Baton 
Rouge run in under eight parsecs!"
<Vix> <OOC> *DUCK*
<Kasia> <OOC> *THUNDERSMITE*
<Anya> <OOC> Aren't we on the wrong side of the Mighty Mississipp too?
<Evil-GM> "Arr... a light load is it?  North bank of the Ohio?  Ah had a few 
others come this way with nearly the same passage."
<Evil-GM> Anya: you're roughly in Cairo, IL... Ohio merges with the Mississippi 
there."
<Evil-GM> -"
<SteveM> "North bank, yes... total load will be no more than 40 tons."
Vix <OOC> ponders Language: Pirate. It'd consist entirely of "Arrr" "Matey" 
"Ahoy" and "Avast" %)
<SteveM> <OOC> Vix: And don't forget sailing terminology.
<Vix> <OOC> Ohyeah.
<Vix> <OOC> "Avast! Swam the poop decks! Batten the hatches, matey! Ahoy! Arrr."
<Kasia> <OOC> and sea shanties. ;)
<Evil-GM> "Like Ah said, it'll cost ya.  Twenty thousand, all in advance."
<Anya> <OOC> Okay, then...I'd just think we'd want to cross the Mississippi 
above the Ohio, not cross the Ohio.  *shrug*  Illinois is on the other side of 
the Mississippi from Tejas.
<Evil-GM> I said roughly.
SteveM looks at Ryan. "You heard the man."
<Evil-GM> The Duke grumbles.  "This is coming out of the expenses, son." *pays 
the sailor.
<Anya> <OOC> sorry, geography's the one subject I'm good at, hence why I'm 
arguing. ;)
<SteveM> *to Ryan* "That's what it's there for."
<Evil-GM> kats: n/p
<Vix> <OOC> Hrmmm. I wonder if I could get Vix a pair of mirrored lab-type 
safety goggles. %)
<Evil-GM> "Be ready to load in half an hour."
<Vix> <OOC> Ohwell, that's a thought for later. :)
<SteveM> "Very well."
Kasia practices her PsiSwordplay
Ch`Dith observes Kas without leaving his chair
<Evil-GM> basically, you're on the south side of the Ohio and west side of the 
Mississippi, near the junction of the two rivers
<Evil-GM> and you're looking to basically cross both rivers.
<Kasia> "Parry, parry, riposte, damn Frenchmen, wish the Russians rolled over 
you, parry..."
<Vix> *whispered to Steve* "What do we do if we run into trouble? This man is 
not involved otherwise, but the Coalition may take any wrath out on him if they 
find out."
<Anya> <OOC> Okay.  That makes a lot more sense than just crossing the Ohio. %)
<SteveM> *whispered to Vix* "Sailors like him cultivate a professional 'bad 
memory' about their clients. Comes with the territory."
Vix chuckles, and nods.
<Vix> l
<Vix> -l
<Vix> Damned enter key.
<Will> "Well, if everyone's paid, let's get moving, shall we?"
<Kasia> <OOC> brb
Vix scratches the back of his head and leans on his staff, watching the water 
thoughtfully.
<Evil-GM> you headed back to the APC?
<Will> Actually, if it's all the same, Will expresses a desire to remain at the 
barge.
<Vix> Ditto.
<Trent> "I'll wait here for the rest of you... hurry back."
<Evil-GM> the Duke expresses a desire to get back inside the APC ASAP
<Anya> "I'll head back.  Unless there's some pressing need for me to stay."
Vix doesn't look away from the water. "I think I shall remain here myself."
<Vix> +as well
<SteveM> "Trent, Will, you stick around. The rest of you, with me."
Vix sighs, and follows Steve.
<SteveM> *drives back to the APC*
Anya hops back in the back seat, gets drove back.
Vix hops onto the cycle and goes back to the APC.
Anya ponders all the way back.
Will makes conversation with the captain.  "You said someone else took this 
crossing?  I can't imagine it'd be much used."
<Evil-GM> "We've had a few people wanting to cross both rivers here," the sailor 
explains.  "We've had more traffic in the past month than in the past five years 
combined."
Vix hums an ancient 20th century tune that he heard played in the monastery many 
years ago. (The tune happens to be Stairway to Heaven, but Vix has no idea of 
any of the history of it)
<Trent> "That's odd."
<Will> *to guy* "Weird.  They give any reason?"
<Evil-GM> "Nope."
<SteveM> <OOC> You don't think it has anything to do with the CS getting froggy? 
;)
<Will> "What kind of folks?"
<Vix> <OOC> Don't you mean "Nope. Arrr."? ;)
<Evil-GM> "Some of them were fancy mercenary companies.  Others were just like 
yourselves, one or two vehicles that just couldn't get over the rivers on their 
own."
SteveM drives the jeep into the APC
<Trent> <OOC> *CRUNCH*
Vix stows the cycle in the APC, and continues humming the tune, now having it 
stuck in his head.
<Will> "Hmm.  Don't want to take up your time with questions, but... which way?  
West or East?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Steve: Naaaah, you're just paranoid. This has nothing to do with 
some kind of conference of notables from non-CS states 
<Evil-GM> "All of it was heading east."
Anya hops out.  "Let's get moving, we've got miles to go before we sleep!"  
Smiles.
Kasia watches people return, perks up.
<Trent> <OOC> They're all going to Gen Con!
<Evil-GM> "And all of it was headed to the north side of the Ohio.  Must be 
something big going on."
<SteveM> "We've got some time to kill before we have to move out."
<Will> "Fascinating.  Nobody mentioned a specific destination, did they?"
<Evil-GM> A half hour goes by fast, y'know."
<Vix> <OOC> Naw, it's CoalitionWorldExpo!
<Evil-GM> "Not one of them."
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<Will> "Curious."  Will falls silent.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Kasia perks down? 
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<Evil-GM> "Why? Where are you all headed to?"
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<Evil-GM> 're Aris.
<Kasia> <OOC> Ow.
Evil-GM sets mode: +o Kasia 
Ch`Dith opens the other eye. Closes it again
<SteveM> re
<Trent> "We'd rather not say."  *grin*
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<Evil-GM> "Suit yerselves."
<Evil-GM> <Reed> "Well boss?"
<Trent> "Nah, seriously though, they don't tell me anything.  Your guess is as 
good as mine."
Anya climbs aboard the APC, pulls off the breastplate of the armour, stashes it, 
and in general gets ready to go.
<SteveM> *to Reed* "We leave in 20 minutes."
Ch`Dith opens an eye when he sees people file in. "We leave soon?" 
<Evil-GM> Trent, Will: about this time, you see a trio of odd-painted SAMs, two 
Icarus flight units, a trio of Sky Kings, a plane that resembles a P-38 
Lightning, and what appears to be the Logan from the Mexican Stash flying 
overhead.
Vix stays in the cycle bay for a bit, looking over the cycles, being reminded of 
Weed Whacker, his old hovercycle.
Trent *blinks* "Cool... what's that?"
Will jots down fast notes.  Kind of painting on the SAMs?  And what's a Logan?
<Evil-GM> Rick fires up the APC.
<Evil-GM> Will: the SAMs are painted red and gold.
SteveM gets out, disarms the sec-system, and fires up the Plow
<Evil-GM> and the Logan is a type of Robotech mecha...
<Evil-GM> extremely small fighter
Trent points at the P-38 looking thing
<Vix> <OOC> Hrmm. You people should've jumped Mal and stolen his SAM. ;)
<Evil-GM> the sailor looks up.  "Arr... must be one of them newfangled Vintage 
aircraft from Stormspire."
<Trent> <OOC> Oh dear.
<Will> "Stormspire?"
Anya randomly opens lockers again, finds the broken pieces of stuff.  Picks up 
one of the larger shattered pieces and looks at it.  "What a metaphor."
<Evil-GM> "Techn-Wizard capital of the world.  Rumor places it in old Kentucky."
<Vix> <OOC> TechnoMages! %)
<Evil-GM> +o
<Trent> "Hmm... and they're turning out things like that?  I'm impressed."
<Evil-GM> "Kid, half of the techno-wizard items on the black market come from 
Stormspire."
<Vix> <OOC> This is one weird-ass sailor guy. ;)
<Trent> "Didn't know that... 'course, I ain't a mage."
<Evil-GM> Okay, skipping forward about an hour.
<Evil-GM> you're now all on the barge, APC covered up.
<Vix> <OOC> "Now, son, lemme tell you a thing or two about the fine products 
produced by Stormspire Industries. Why, for the price of a standard family car, 
you can have enough firepower to raze a small building."
<Kasia> <OOC> *choke* *cackle*
<SteveM> and Plow ready to pop out of the cargo hold if needed.
<Evil-GM> VHT would prolly be under tarps as well.
Kasia is staring at the water, wondering if she's feeling seasick.
SteveM nods...
Trent stands around on decks. *muttered* "This is taking too long."
Vix is sitting on top of the covered APC, staring out at the horizon.
<Evil-GM> A CS patrol boat makes a pass by the barge.
<Kasia> "No, I am *not* seasick. I am not seasick. I am not seasick... I need a 
distraction."
<Kasia> ... "Coalition boats. I'm seasick."
Anya sits on the edge of the boat, staring at that fragment.
<Will> GM: btw, which direction were they flying?
<Evil-GM> Will: East.
<Trent> <OOC> We're the Anti-L&C party!
Ch`Dith is staring over the railing at the muddy river below.
<Will> <OOC> *SMACKDOWN*
<SteveM> <OOC> Wagons... East!
<Anya> <OOC> Steve: getouttamyhead!
SteveM is also looking out over the muddy water
Will is standing in the prow looking forward.
<Evil-GM> You hear a voice over a loudspeaker. "Merchant barge, heave to for 
inspection!"
<Will> . o O (Fuck.)
<Kasia> "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee."
Trent resists the urge to flip the skull boys the bird, walks off to find Ru.
<SteveM> . o O (Shit.)
Anya continues staring at that fragment, muttering "Metaphor, metaphor, it's all 
just metaphor..."
Ch`Dith . o O (*to steve* What is our response?")
Anya completely ignores the boat.
<Evil-GM> The Duke hides in the APC.
Vix eyes the boat, and feels his pistol under his robes, tensing slightly.
<Ch`Dith> How big is this boat, and how close? 
<SteveM> . o O (We wait the bastards out. If they press us on the weird stuff, 
we lay smack.)
<Will> GM: Is the APC on deck or in some hold?
Kasia Mind Blocks as soon as she gets her breath.
<Evil-GM> the boat is about 18 feet wide by 65 feet long.
Ch`Dith auramasks, mindblocks.
<Ch`Dith> How many guns on it? 
<Evil-GM> for those who have Coalition Navy, it's the Barracuda patrol boat.
<SteveM> . o O (Come out when all hell breaks loose!)
Ch`Dith OOCly hath not that book.
Trent stays out of sight, hoping that this doesn't come to gratuitous violence. 
For a change.
Kasia uses Alter Aura, too.
Will is wondering whether he's glad or sorry he took off his armor and weapons 
for the trip into town.
<Evil-GM> Ch: 2 missile launchers, one laser turret on the rear, and two 
railguns.
<Ch`Dith> No problem.
SteveM goes below, makes sure his E-clip in the C-12 is fully charged.
<Vix> <OOC> *gets out his Coalition Vehicles Spotting Checklist, and checks off 
the Barracuda* Only two more to go, before I win a secret decoder ring!
<Trent> Personell?
Anya looks up from the fragment, blinks.
<SteveM> <OOC> Gotta catch 'em all!
Kasia takes a deep breath, attempts to relax
<Evil-GM> 12,
<Trent> Err... +n -l - typist, -Steve for that last comment.
<Anya> "Metaphor.  Shit, I start pondering it and it smacks me in the face."
<Evil-GM> One of which jetpacks up onto deck.
<Vix> <OOC> *ponders pikachu in SAMAS armor, banishes that thought*
Trent keeps hiding out of sight.
<Vix> <OOC> Okay, folks, I'm gonna need to boogie in about five mins. :P
Ch`Dith turns around to face the boarder. Does not do anything... yet.
<Evil-GM> "I need to see the Captain of this barge."
Ch`Dith points at the "bridge" 
Anya curses, the rifle's inside the APC.  A whole lotta good it's going to do 
me.  Stays calm, has nothing on her person that is incriminating...Banishes that 
thought immediately.
Trent wonders if he's glad he's still in his armor and gear or not.
<Evil-GM> the old grizzled sailor from before comes up. "Arr... that'd be me, 
matey."
<Vix> <OOC> %)
<Ch`Dith> Ars: How close is that boat now?
<Trent> *muttered chant* "No shooting, no shooting, no shooting, etc..."
<Evil-GM> Ch: about 20-30 feet away from the barge.
<Vix> <OOC> <CoalitionDude> "Ahoy. Arr... avast ye. Arr, swab the decks, ahoy 
matey." <Capt.> "Arrrr." <CD> "Avast ahoy arr matey? Batton the hatches!" 
<Capt.> Ahoy!
Anya goes back to pondering the fragment, glad she picked the corner of the 
barge farthest away from the APC.
<Evil-GM> <CS Soldier> "What's your cargo and destination?"
<Trent> <OOC> LOL!
<Ch`Dith> Ars: Manageable in a single dragon leap? 
<Vix> <OOC> Okay... 'nite all.
<Evil-GM> Ch: easily.
<Evil-GM> Cya, Vix
<Trent> hasta, Vix
<Kasia> <OOC> Ta, Vix
<Will> <OOC> 'Nite.
Evil-GM hrrms...
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Kasia clamps her teeth together, ponders the wisdom of dropping her mind block 
and scanning the boat for What They Know...
<Evil-GM> why don't we kill it now, and pick up next time here?
Kasia wanders over to Steve.
<Kasia> Okay.
Trent sits with the safety on his UberGun off, waiting to see what happens with 
the CD and the Cappy.
Evil-GM suddenly gets major lag. :P
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<Ch`Dith> Why don't we kill 'em now and let the next boat pick up the pieces? 
<SteveM> awww... :(
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