*** Log file opened: 10/30/99 10:37:56 PM Arsenal [tabrock@cs3-2.ban.ptd.net] has joined #Rifts Prozac sets mode: +o Arsenal 're 're. re. we good to start w/out the Runt? Gimme a sec... I'm ready, awaiting XP, everything been upped where appropriate. 'k XP tally from the last session: Steve: 675 Trent: 225 Kasia: 200 bak Ru: 300 Ch'Dith: 450 Anya: 225 Rick: 50 Vix: 175 Will: 200 Issachar: 500 Ru`ach notes that she's gonna have to change computers around 7, so all studying needs to be done then. Okay, 225. Would probably be higher if I managed to stay for a whole session. issai? First generation? rob: Issachar == UL's backup character neat coincidence Trent: prolly... Ars: Well, I'll be here for this one. ;) Anyways, it is now evening, and the convoy is driving along the road into Queenston. Oh, and one more thing... if we're starting right when the group arrives at Queenston, I'd've wanted to spend some time querying Aengaela on her previous education(in player terms, her skills list) and her future intentions, in order to work on a lesson plan. (After introducing myself and Anya as teachers and offering our services as mentors and guides, of course.) BTW... what's L4 for Line Walker? I book have not. Nobody [darkside@cz-cblk-150-16-29.cyberzone.net] has joined #Rifts [Nobody] It's DarkSide! Wai! *sob* Trent sets mode: +o Nobody Hehe. Are we within the deadline for the Duke? Ru: hold on. 17920. Steve: yes Trent , as usual, is riding ahead of the others, lost in thought. Ru: You wanted what you need to get to 5th level? there's it. Anya: no, to 4th. 8961 Hmm... what's L4 for Juicers while you're at it? 8561 645 pts. %) Top one is Walker, bottom is juicer. Okee. L5? 17521 Will: lemme get back to you on that, 'k? Danke. Ars: Sure. I got other stuff I want/need to do in Queenston, anyway. *radioed* "Hey Steve, are we still withing the deadline for the 'package'?" Ch`Dith moos Anyways, the number of retailers lining the road outside the city in pitched tents is staggering... Northern Gun, Wellington Industries, Angrar Robotics, Golden Age Weaponsmiths, Iron Heart Armaments, Nova Cat Industries, you name it. *to Trent* "We were well within the schedule when the Deadboys rang." *typetypetype* "Oh good." all of the retailers are offering "sales" Trent 's eyes almost bug out at the variety of implements of destruction being offered. one has even been so bold to blatantly call itself "The Black Market" that tent is well-marked with Coalition weaponry *radioed* "Outfit a merc outfit in one easy stop?" (spot the Coalition plant and/or the Senken Detetsu 3 reference) Will eyes "The Black Market" as they pass. For real? Anya watches, not saying much of anything. Will: for real. *radioed* "Get the Duke on the horn. Where is he needing to go?" the Duke takes the radio in the APC. "Just get me to the gate. You'll get your payment there." Ch`Dith lands on the APC and humanforms, then climbs inside. Trent makes a mental note to pick a few things up. Anya waves at Ch'Dith. Ru`ach language multitasks. I have a feeling Ru will be speaking Hebrew today. ;) Nifty ;) hebrew == XP. :) Noted :9 Should make avoiding me more... different. ;) LOL Reed whistles appreciatively at the tents. Aengaela is sitting on top of the hatch, eyes wide with wonder, excitement, and a touch of fear at some of the stuff. Trent has an idea waltz through his head. Hmms. "Hey Steve, I've got some stuff I need to pick up before we get out of here." those of you with psi abilities can sense a touch of evil eminating from the Angrar Robotics tent. Ru`ach reads. Gets bored with staring at spells she knows will take her toodamnlong to learn. "Hey, Anya?" Sorry I was late, by the way... winter time set in and both azimuth and gateway automatically set their clocks "I have a feeling we're all gonna be picking up stuff here." (72 for literacy, need 45. Failed horribly) Ch`Dith looks at said tent and growls. Anya looks up. "Da?" Kasia senses teh touch of evil emenating from the Angrar Robotics tent, ignores it. "I... well, you'll see." "Do you have any books I can borrow? +" "Something interesting." Anya nods. "Let me go get them." Trent: as you approach the gate, you see an airstrip nearby. The one aircraft you saw a few days ago is sitting there... Anya ducks into the APC control room, drags her backpack back out into the main area. Pulls out her book collection. Ars: *thinking* The TW converted one? *nod* along with the Logan SteveM pulls the Plow up to the gate. and a number of other aircraft. Rick pulls the APC up behind the plow "Airplanes. Uh, Steve... they've got airplanes." The Duke gets out of the APC, and heads over to Steve. Trent pulls over next to the Plow "A couple of Erin Tarn books, a Spanish grammar primer, _Ivan Denisovich_, some western that Zafeel recommended... SteveM grounds the Plow and sidles over the side to land at the Duke's feet. *over radio* "So they have airplanes. So what?" Kasia follows Steve "Well... hell, how often is it you see an airstrip?" "Hmmm. Anything other than the western that's an atual story?" "Refreshing change of pace." Rick may go uberlag...bear with me. Anya pulls out yet more books. "The Bible, Childhood's End, Foundation..." the Duke hands Steve the second briefcase. "Here's the second million. Thank you for a relatively safe trip." "At your service, sir." Okay. Time to do something nuts.. "The bible? Can I see that?" The Duke then checks in at the gate, gets in a hovercar, and disappears into the city. Trent sits with his bike idling, waiting for something to go wrong. Anya nods and hands it over. "Be careful with it." Ru`ach , IRL, reads her notes about reading biblical language. ;) Note: it is now about 6pm, and it is *dark*. "No prob." Ch`Dith emerges from the APC, a frown on his face. Will ponders. "Hey, Steve. You don't suppose we could get a job with someone heading towards... HQ, would you? Since we're going that way anyway." Kasia glances at Steve. "Should we get a room?" Ru`ach takes it. Opens it. (22, need 45) Reads. "Whenever we leave, that is." O:) Trent clicks over to light amp on that note. "Already thought of it. But first, we need rooms, showers, and clients." *nod* Rick checks the systems. "I'd feel more safe after we get that suitcase into the APC." Reed scratches his head... "Showers? I could use one of those. I think my hair is starting to grow back." SteveM goes over to the APC to deposit the suitcase. Anya puts her books back in her bag, except the Spanish primer. Stares at it. Frowns. Kasia watches Anya look at a Spanish book. "Hey, Anya?" Anya looks away from the book. "Da?" (This is assuming we're all outside...) Nobody disappears into the void <[10:54 PM]:> AutoGone - 20 min <[Log:OFF]> "I was wondering... could you teach me Spanish if I teach you Japanese?" Ru`ach starts singing softly out of key. "o/~ Any ohev shokolad / Ve-ugot gvina / Veartik vesucaryot / Vetut gina... o/~" Trent pulls off his helmet, sighs. "Well, I'm glad that's over with." Kas: safe assumption, methinks... people would have a need to stretch their legs. Anya smiles. "Sure. Fair enough." SteveM pops his helmet. "No kidding." He then opens the briefcase and checks the color of the green. Ru`ach stops reading for a sec. Frowns. Chuckles. Goes back to reading. Kasia grins. "Great." Ch`Dith stares in the direction of the Robotics tent, stilll frowning. Steve: it's Coalition scrip, same as the previous briefcase. "Looks like it's all good." Rick checks the APC's systems. 5% needs 45% Rick: APC is running smooth. Anya looks back at the primer. "I may be a little rusty, haven't had much of a chance to speak it since Ciudad de Mexico." Will ponders a whole busload of things. A new city. Aengaela. Anya's problem. Things to buy. The Duke's confab. Rooms for the night. A blatant black market presence. People who could use the light of knowledge. Where are they here, he wonders. Will 's ears prick at "Ciudad de Mexico." He stands still and listens. Ch`Dith suddenly reaches a decision. "I will be back shortly." Rick sighs, and misses his girlfriend. "I wounder what she's doing right now." Kasia shrugs. "Well, I haven't had too much call to speak nihongo... but I can manage." Note: the parking lot near the gate is filled with military-style vehicles with various emblems on 'em... none of them Coalition. Ch`Dith subsequently walks into a shady spot, shadowforms, masks his aura, and flits through the shadows to Angrar Robotics. Anya smiles wickedly, and starts to sing (21): o/~ La cucaracha! La cucaracha! Su no puede caminar... o/~ Smiles again, looking a lot like the cat that just swallowed the canary. "Steve, I'm going to burn off some of my cash. Be back in a bit." Kasia ohdears. Ch: the tent is closed for the night... yet you can sense the evil coming from the robots and the guards in Angrar power armor. Trent walks to the tents, Wellington Industries first. Ru`ach , hearing that, ohdears as well. SteveM nods. Trent: it, too, is closed, but guarded by a pair of Juicers. Anya laughs. "Sorry, couldn't resist." They nod respectfully in your direction. "Hello. When's business hours?" Kasia grins. Ch`Dith floats inside,trying to see what's being guarded and hopefully overhear anything Rick walks over to Steve. "So what's the cut?" Will decides what is top priority. Heads into the APC, collects the following gear: his armor, the SDC rifle, one full E-clip, his radio, his PLT, his credit chip, and two copies of his Literacy course. Ru`ach woos! Is almost done reading over her notebook. Will then do as her char, open up the Bible, and read. %) *to Rick* "Looks like most of this is going to the war chest. I haven't thought about the paychecks yet." "Eight to five-thirty," the one says. "You just missed the boss." Anya looks back at the spanish primer. "There was another textbook that I got with this one...now if I could only find it..." "Ah well, thanks. I'll be back tomorrow." Trent walks back to the APC Will exits the APC. "Yo, Trent. Doing some shopping." "I forgot I had either of them..." Ch: You can't hear anything out of the ordinary. *to Steve* "ok sir." Trent nods to Will. "Yeah, we seem to be a bit late for it tonight, though." Rick walks around town looking for some stores. Rick: only place open are some bars. Ch`Dith decides not to waste time worrying about it right now, retraces his "steps" and returns to the group. "Me too. Most of these places look closed, but inside the city there's bound to be something open. I was gonna go look, but alone wouldn't have been appealing. Join me?" and a few hotels/motels. Well, dang. Scratch that idea. "Sure, I'd be happy to. Give me a sec." Ch`Dith looks up at where Aengela is perched on top of the APC. Rick: you get a few catcalls from some of the pirates due to your uniform. brb Will gives Trent a sec. "All right, the city is open. Rooms will be at whatever hotel Kasia decides to light at." You can hear the grin in his voice at that last statement. Trent walks into the APC, returns a few minutes later in street clothes. His pistols is conspiculously strapped at his right side, and he has a vibro knife stuck in his right boot. "All right, I'm ready. +" Will OOCly waits for the GM to return. Trent helps. Kasia smirks at Steve. "Let's go hotel-shopping, then?" Rick desides this isn't a good place to be. heads back to the APC. "Hey Steve, let the rest of us know where we're staying once you decide, okay?" Afk for a couple minutes while I put something on and get something to drink Anya frowns, and puts the primer back in her bag, walks into the APC, puts her bag down, swipes her journal and pencil, and climbs up to the roof. Trent OOCly consumes Halloween candy, is glad he lives out in the boonies. back "Will do." Ru`ach helps Sha--nevermind. *to Steve* "Are we Staying here tonite or are we heading back right away?" SteveM shucks his armor and comes out in his "street" outfit, in addition to carrying his city weapons (vibrosaber, vibroknife, Panther pulse laser, and UberMag. "We're staying for the night." Kasia has already shucked armor, is in normal clothes, laser pistol under jacket. Anya looks up at the stars. Frowns. However, IC, the following can easily be said: /me looks around for Anya, sees her, speaks quietly but normally to Trent. "I'm going to pick up some vamp-fighting equipment, we seem to be short, especially on silver. Also, I'll be looking for books of various types. Not in the best parts of town, I'd guess. Anything you want in there too?" FYI: taverns, casinos, drug dens, and inns are clustered around the docks. Trent hmms. "I need to find some glitterboy parts, but that can wait. Hell, I'd be happy to go along for company." Anya leans against the APC's turret, looks at the stars s'more. Just ponders for a while. "the heart of the city is a trade quarter filled with stores, shops, and an open-air market where [people] can hawk loot and buy weapons, equipment, and cybernetic augmentation." "Okay. Let's go." Rick changes into his civilian close. And loads his in it's holster Ru`ach sighs. Puts the book down. Goes out pondering the confusing mismatches between the first 3 chapters. Will heads for the gate, and thence to possible purchase places, keeping an eye out. the architecture of the city is Victorian, and the Guard wears victorian-era uniforms Ch`Dith contacts Will and Trent telepathically SteveM OOCly whistles a few bars of "Over the Hills and Far Away". Trent follows Will, also watching for potentially violent types in addition to looking for GB bitz. should any of you eye the Guardsmen, they are carrying what looks to be muzzle-loading muskets Anya sighs. "Oh, stars won't you hide me?" Kasia will brb . o O (You rang?) *transmitted* . o O ('S up?) Ch`Dith . o O (Try to find out anything you can about a store called Anger Robotics... I sensed something wrong there.) Angrar Ru`ach strolls, humming something she can't quite place. Ch`Dith murders a typist *transmitted* . o O (Will do.) Rick tosses his Typist in the Incinerator[tm]. . o O (Sure, I'm going to be seeing some robotics people anyway.) Anya tries to sort out everything that's going on in her head. Frowns s'more as the pieces just won't go together. Rick looks at the building. "I've never seen a building that looks like this." . o O ( o/~Yom aechad, ben hamelech / Histakel---o/~ No... not it. ) (any chance of fast-forwarding to tomorrow morning?) Ars: Depends if everything's closed or not. Sure. Okay with me. I'm just sitting on top of the apc brooding. :) Will: most of the bars and taverns are open round-the-clock... 'k with me *shrug* fine by me most shops open up at 8 or sun-up, well, if that's all that's open, I say, "Rats. How about tomorrow morning for the shopping trip, Trent?" "All right, that works." Will and Trent do the same thing after breakfast, then, assuming nothing remarkable happens. Will, Trent: you do see authorized Northern Gun, Wilk's, and Wellington retail outlets inside the city Ru`ach ahas! . o O (o/~ Yom echad, ben hamelech / Hitchapes lenesicha / Hitchaten im hatzfardea / Vehacol nishar betoch hamishpacha o/~) Translation: One day the prince got dressed as a princess, married the frog, and it all just stayed in the family. Spiffy. Ru`ach likes that song. ;) SteveM looks for a bank or something. Ch`Dith , once shops opens, pays another "visit" to Angrar's there's a good Q... with most communications down, how many banks are there and do they operate? Ars: How much would a GB hand - forearm run me... if I can find one that is. Trent: no idea... gimme a moment to calculate, 'k? Will looks for a shop or stall that sells silver weaponry, specifically 5.56mm bullets. A jewelry place with a relatively inexpensive cross would be good, too. Also, any place that might look like they buy/sell books... or information. Okee. Will: bookstores are common in the market square. He also fingers the literacy courses. There's gotta be *somebody* in this city that just needs a chance. Ch: you sense the same evil coming from the tech, but not from the people telling it. Market square it is, then. s/telling/selling/ Anya eventually comes down from the top of the APC, sleeps, and wakes back up, pondering the dilemmas of ethics and morality. Decides to wander into town while pondering it. IS anybody still with Aengaela? Ch`Dith , if he could blink now, would. Kasia sleeps in, gets up late, lecdes to take the day to buy some new jewelry. Last time I checked she was on top of the APC, with Anya. I'm assuming she goes inside with us. ... decides Will: she stayed with you... kinda tagging along. Kasia wonders how she typoed *that* Ars: Ah, so the 3 of us then. yeah {thinks} "Rules out the seedier parts of town, then." she takes the place in with the wide-eyed teenager look. Ars: any music stores? Rick: yes Ars: You figure the price yet? Will first looks for a place selling his desired weaponry. What exactly do they sell? Robots and power armor? Sorry for the info request flood. *shrug* Trent: I'm going to estimate about 2 million for what you want. Ch: yes Anya looks around at the city, not saying much of anything. Ars: Dayumn. Hand, then? Ru`ach ponders doing something masochisting and scarring to herself. Takes out a coin. Flips it. Piercings it is. hand is 500 thou And the activated robots all emanate Evil? Rick remembers his broken mandolin strings and enters a music store. ch: activated and unactivated Ru`ach occly is following a current Israeli trend. ;) Okay, I'll just be picking up a right hand, then. Ch`Dith . o O (*to self only* This bears investigation...) Ars: Anywhere that does piercings? UpLink [uplink@pm3std1-3.uplink.net] has joined #Rifts Baa Moo UL! Trent sets mode: +o UpLink Kasia heads into a jewelry store, haggles for half an hour, and ends up spending $300 on a matching two-tone earring/bracelet/necklace/belt combo. oi UL Ay, UL Sorry I'm late. One of the guys never showed Anya stops in the middle of the road. Looks up at the city. Comes to the start of a conclusion. Smiles, and moves on... Ru: seedier places in town, open market square... you know those pirates. :) UpLink is now known as Issachar d'arrr. BLTN UL. Rick: ??? Ch`Dith exits stage left, goes solid and human again, and enters the city *typetypetype* ay, UL. *typetypetype* Ru`ach finds a place that looks clean and walks up. better late than never Arsenal hasta go for a bit... nature calls... Rick: Ah Anya just idly wanders around, not paying much (if any) attention to where she's stumbling. So what'd I miss? Somebody hourk the log at me JR, KJ: either of you want to Gm 'till I get back? nah... Iss: We've entered Queenston, slept the night, and are now all going about the city in our various reasons. Ah You are now known as Ars_AFK Ars: Er... that never works right, really. We could do character interaction for a while. that works. Trent idly toys with the shiny right glitterboy hand he bought. "Hey Will, can I talk to you about something?" Ru`ach takes this time to sprint downstairs and get food/drink "Always." Anya frowns, stops dead in her tracks, working on a hairy problem in morality. Frowns. Will wonders if that hand is creeping out Aengaela as much as it is him. ;^) iss: you may get to see the Chan J. Ling this session. -the Issachar wanders around the town, looking for some place he can get some replacement equipment for what he lost in the blizzard he got rescued from Trent takes a deep breath, as if he really doesn't want to be saying this. "It's about Ru." Rick: Whu...? b Will keeps a straight face, instantly sure he's out of his depth. "Yes?" Back at the Ranch Ars is working it in that Vander hired him. Ah Issachar foodgets the Tech Wizard Anya stands looking at the market. Frustrates some more at the questions she keeps pondering. . o O ( Everywhere a dead end. There are no answers here...) "A few nights back, when we got attacked by those demonic things, I... well, I said something pretty stupid. Now she's pissed off at me and ignoring me, and I have no clue how to get her to... well, not be mad at me. +" Rick: D'oh yeah! Your Changeling TW :) SteveM gives up looking for a bank... instead checks out Nova Cat Armaments. yeah Chan J. Ling Issachar follows Stebve, catches up to him. "Captain. My I ask things with you?" -My +May "I... well, I was wondering if you had any advice. Preferably not of the 'give up' variety." Will thinks. "Sure, Issachar. What is it?" "I'll assume you're ready to admit or have already admitted that it was stupid, and the problem is that she's ignoring you and doesn't seem to want to hear it?" *to Steve* "Lost much good furs and things in blizzard. You go to places there be outside useful things?" Rick looks around the music store for mandolin strings and some new music. . o O ( Dead end. Turn around. No Exit. No escape. How could I have been so stupid! Ya goorak!) "Yeah. I wandered outside in the middle of the snow and admitted that it was stupid and apologized. She didn't say anything then, and still hasn't." Ch`Dith wanders randomly through town, lost in thought. Walks straight into Anya without noticing her until it's too late. Anya gets knocked to the street. *oof* "My apologies, Seeker." Ch`Dith helps her up. "Are you hurt?" Anya blinks some more. "I don't think so." *to Issac* "Just look around. Should be some there." back You are now known as Arsenal Re, GM. Anya frowns. "Then, it takes effort to ignore someone like that. Try remembering that it's easier to listen than to ignore that actively, and show her this. Alternatively, and I can't say this for sure without knowing what it was, she may be worried that you actually feel the sentiment expressed." *to Steve* "I not good for towns. Always in outside places. I not know where are things being." "Something bothers you?" "Questions of ethics and morality. End up with me tangled in my own thoughts. Not important. What about you?" "Contemplating a puzzle with pieces that do not make sense." "You too, huh?" When in doubt, kill something :) Ch`Dith nods, lowering his voice. "Did you notice the sense of evil when we first arrived here?" Trent nods. "So, you think I should keep trying to talk to her?" "Not really, but I wasn't paying attention." Ru`ach stares at the pricelist for piercings/any other things that place happens to offer. Rick buys a new set of strings and some new music for the APC. "It came from a tent where robots and other things were sold." Note to all: Anything from the Main Book, Sourcebook 1, or Mercs is available, at 10% off. +New West and Lone Star Anya nods. +Juicer Uprising Ars: Spiffy "... But when I checked it out, I found that the source was not the ones who sold the robots or owned the store... but the robots themselves." Ars: You're being generous. Is anything wrong? *takestep* s/takestep/takestemp/ Ru: it's the event, actually. "Yeah. But when she's ready to listen. See, I know a student is ready to listen when they ask the question. Maybe she's asking you something. That's pretty general, but it's the best I an do." Anya frowns. everyone is there, and everyone is holding sales... SteveM nods. "Very well, let me take you to the market square." as for piercings, books, regular ammo, etc... use your judgement Issachar follows Steve around, looking lost "That is what puzzles me... Even the ones that were not active emanated this sense of evil. .oO(*image*). This should not be possible... But it seems to be." Rick leaves the music store and goes back to the APC to play his new music. Trent nods. "That's... heh. Thank you." "There is more to that than meets the eye." Ars: Oh, how much did the WI automatic GL run? The belt fed one. "No problem. Shall we go?" Anya nods. Ru`ach gets 2 holes in her right ear, 1 in her left, 1 in the bellybutton. Total: $50 (cheap earrings) "Yeah, let's." KJ: 150 thou Will first looks for a place selling his desired weaponry. I forget how much silver ammo goes for. Ru`ach then goes out and buys nice ones. Lots of them. $250 Will: that's the silver ammo, right? SteveM looks for either Will or Rick. Looks like this is their department. Ru: Making a mess of PPE batteries? :) Ars: Yeah. Ars: Okay, nice. I'll be gettin' one of those, plus quite a lot of beltfed ammo. Say... 500 rounds? Steve: Rick is in the APC, Will is with Trent and Aengaela in the open market. Issa: You think she cares at the moment? ;) 'k brb Ru`ach actually wonders if she needs to roll on something to know that she's making a mess doing this belts are 200 rounds each, btw... Okay, 4 belts then. Ru: Nope... bak Ru`ach goes ahead with the piercings, then. SteveM looks for Will, then Trent haggles with one of the merchants in the WI booth, walks out with a hugeassed machinegun looking thing and 4 cases of ammo on a small cart. (no price listed for ammo... use your judgement, methinks) Issachar continues following STeve Ars: I'll call it 200k for everything, including the cart. Rick grooves to his new music. Steve: you spot Trent near the WI booth, Aengaela is nearby (easily spotted), standing next to Will. Hmm... I'm not all that familiar with buying stuff in Rifts. I'll trade the clip the weapon has, plus 100 credit, for a silver clip. Anya returns from an unexpected AFK. Will: that works. "Howdy. What's going on?" Anya ponders what Ch'Dith has said... "But how? Things can't be evil." "Precisely my point." "Oh, got some stuff for Vander to tinker with when we get back. Not bad at all." Will slaps it in and next looks for a jewelry store, but turns around to see Steve and Issa. "Howdy. Issachar... didn't expect to see you in this stone jungle." Anya ponders s'more..."Maybe they're not things at all?" "I know what cannot be. Yet I know what I felt." Ch`Dith nods. Trent dohyeahs, was going to ask around about Angrar *to Will* "Jungle? What is a 'jungle'? " "That would be the first conclusion. Evil implies awareness and the ability to choose." "I feel like I've been resurrected from the grave. Will, do you mind if Issac here follows you around to get some more stuff? He lost all his in the blizzard." Will shrugs. "Was just saying I didn't expect to you in the city. You're welcome to come along, it's one big happy shopping trip." Ru`ach also gets an ion pistol (Price for an IP-10?) and a pile of books. Anya frowns s'more. "So...should we look into it s'more?" Tretn: well, the WI salesman gives you an earful on how Angrar's cheap prices have been driving down Northern Gun's and Triax's robot and power armor prices. "Hasn't affected the Black Market, though." "Ah. Jungle. Shopping trip. We are in big stone shopping trip?" Ru: IP-10... from what book? "Y'all want to go with me to check out this 'Nova Cat Armaments'?" *heh* Ars: New West Will grins. "You got it." Ch`Dith nods again. "I asked both Will and Trent to... 'Ask around', as the slang goes." "Nova Cat Armaments?" Ars: I.. have no clue. I pulled it out of Jeff's charsheet. I'm missing 2 books at the moment. 12,000 creds, Ru-chan *to Steve* "I've still got some things to do." Anya nods. Ru: 12000 - 10% Danke, Steve-san Trent OOCly whees, burned up most of his cash! "Maybe we should find the others and see what they've discovered." == 10800 cred. "Da. Seems to be the best." Ch`Dith nods, telepathically locates the rest of the team and walks in that direction. Nova Cat Industries, not Armaments. :) Issachar roots through his backpack, pulls out a few untanned furs. "This good for trade in jungle?" Hmmm. So a $75 spell book (assuming that there are magic shops there) and 30 or so other books, total coming to about $125 (used books, mind ye) Ru: there are. Ars: I stand corrected. Anya tags along behind Ch'Dith, half pondering this puzzle and half pondering her questions of ethics and morality. I expect books would be worth a lot more than that in post-Rifts, eh? Will: yeah, the prices would be higher, especially in a town like this. SteveM stops at their booth. will - hence my biggest problem .. rifts seems to assume an industrial infrastructure that frankly Should Not Exist. :) Ars: You said bookstores were common, no? Supply and demand. Trent goes with Steve, on the lookout for anything 'fun' Ch'D, Anya: Possibly truely sentient evil AIs? It's been 600-odd years since things went Boom. People rebuilt. Anya points out pg 207 of the main book. That's one possibility. SteveM OOCly doth not commenteth further. rob: it exists... just not to the point where everyone has everything... Iss: I'd bet demons bound to the equipment and told what to do. Industry could come from Elsewhere. 3D4x100 creds for fiction. Ars: s/fiction/hardback fiction Ru`ach gahs. Laughs so hard she almost falls off the bed. *nod* Will: I'm keeping quiet on this... Ars'd get mad at me. ;) Will looks around for a bookstore. + paperbacks are 300 to 1000. And the science or natural history books I'm interested in are 1d6x1000, but then I'm gonna try something else. ^_^ Ru`ach snikers s'more. Takes a shitload off of her cashcount. :) Err, there's a difference between hardback and paperback fiction? :) Anya OOCly winces at the otakusmiley. Nobody: Cost of manufacture Yeah, there is. Hardback lasts longer. Nobody: Hardback lasts. rob: umm... quality of the book? Kicks himself. Nevermind. nevermind erms? oops... my mistake.. Cranial crosswire. I'll just shut up and go back to lurking. ;) Ru`ach pays the obligatory 3+k for 8 or 9 books. Will heads to a likely bookstore. "We'll be a few minutes here, I promise." Who all's in tow? anyways... consider book prices to be 10% off as well. Issachar follows Will around, looking everything in sight, wondering if he can afford any of it and if the shopkeepers accept untanned hides or barter I handed Issachar off to you, Will. Trent went off with Steve... guns... =9 Will: Aengaela, of course... she gazes at one of the shelves. "This is... American words?" So... 3,200 would get me... 10-12 books. :9 Anya continues tagging along behind Ch'Dith, pondering. Oh yeah. *to Iss* "The furs can be sold, for whatever they're worth here to people that use them. We'll look for someone that buys those next." Ru: *nod* Ch`Dith and Anya enter the bookstore. *to Will* "OK." *to Aengaela* "It is." Will takes a deep breath. "I loke bookstores. They sell worlds." Ru`ach settles on 11. Adds them to the charsheet. s/loke/love "Sell worlds?" Anya looks around, sighs. "Books. Too bad I'm broke." Issachar blinks at Will. "Sell worlds? How you sell world?" Will grins. Straight line. "As big as your world is now, the new knowledge in a book can make it that much bigger, that much deeper and brighter." "Ah. Not sell worlds. Sell words." ;) Ch`Dith murmurs, "A share of two million does not equal zero..." Issachar thinks he punned cleverly. Kasia finds a music store and looks around at the discs. Anya smiles. "True. But is not mine yet." Trent, Steve: After a half hour walking (unless yer riding the bikes), you come up to the Nova Cat Industries tent... you pass the GAW and Naruni tents on the way. "It will most likely be before we have to leave here." Issachar should probably learn better American before trying to be funny Will looks for the 1d6x1000 stuff, hardback science and natural history that can be learned and, more importantly, can catch an untaught person's imagination. Trent resists the urge to buy more Naruni rounds Kasia studies the label of one. *muttered* "Who's Richard Burmer?" Will: believe it or not, Aengaela's looking through a chemistry book now. "Then I will come back, if I get half the chance. We have a problem to figure out first, nyet?" "I do not understand this... chemistry." Ru`ach looks through en electronics store. Eyes a... Rio? Ch`Dith tears his gaze away from a couple of Pern paperbacks, nods. "Too... how you say... alien?" richard burmer - treasures of the saints? Trent OOCly chuckles at Ch`D Naah, On The Third Extreme. Rick2 [k75bhsh@bngr-107ppp61.epix.net] has joined #Rifts Issachar looks at the book Aengaela's reading. "That for knowing how to make better healing things." 're Rick Arsenal sets mode: +o Rick2 Ru`ach gahhhs at the price, moves on. Rick [K75bhsh@bngr-107ppp61.epix.net] has quit IRC (ga2go) Ch`Dith walks up to the where Will, Issachar and Aengela are. "Or is for making bigger boom things?" *to Aengaela* "It's a description of how objects are made from... um... the fundamental blocks of reality. It tells how, for example, plants make wood from air and water and soil, and how the earth makes gems from stone." just got Pirch Anya follows. Rick2 is now known as Rick Kasia buys the disc, along with something by a 'Natalie Merchant' Will selects about 10,000 credits worth of stuff, hopes this isn't going to look stupid, and lays them on the counter. SteveM eyes the NCI catalog. Will: "Expensive tastes, buddy," the elf behind the counter tells you. Kasia takes off $30 for that... that okay, Ars? "That they are. How much?" *to Will, nodding and smiling* "This tell Earth building secrets." Kas: yeah. "*to Issachar* Both. As most knowledge, it can be used for either good or evil, to mend or to harm. What you do with it is a choice everyone makes for him- or herself." Trent helps Steve... anything large and fun looking? Keep in mind I don't have the book. Will: the elf rings 'em up. "Ten thousand." Trent: Nova Cat Industries... Clan Nova Cat? I don't have it either.. I'm waiting on Ars. Ch`Dith . o O (*shortwave to Will* We may have a problem... ) Ars: Dein gott!!! Will smiles. "Now, how about, instead of ten thousand credits, I offer you a chance to expand your customer base... maybe even by an order of magnitude?" That was *NOT* something I was expecting. Arsenal baps Trent... you shoulda known by the name. Anya whispers "To everything there is a time and purpose under the heaven..." Trent: Then you haven't seen the expanded OCC list Ars has on the Rifts Pages :) Trent: Nab a Gauss rifle or two. Will frowns a second. . o O (*to Ch* Urgent, or can I try to complete the transaction?) Goes back to normal expression. brb Ru`ach walks along. Eyes a candy store. (This okay, Ars?) Naah, I just wasn't expecting it. Will: the elf looks at you disparagingly. "Excuse me?" Ch`Dith . o O (It can wait.) Ru: *nod* s/store/extreemly small thing resembling a store/ ru: all the candies are home-made sscratch that. The bigger, the better. :) -s lookin' for Twinkies? . o O (RAID!) Steve: no, that's Reed... :) Steve: *whap* ;) hee.. twinkies you wouldn't need to make. Those would survive a nuclear war SteveM waits patiently speaking of which, you see him wandering around the Nova Cat tent as well... Anya smiles, and listens to Will barter. nevermind: But would they survive the feeding frenzy after said war? ;) Hmm... suppose I'll need to finish the Mech conversions. Ars: The majority of the products are mecha, ja? Ru`ach loads up candy/chocolate supplies for the next 5 years or so. And gets some of the homemade fudge for right now. Trent: yes, with spare weapons and missiles. Will pulls out the video disks he stashed. "I, sir, am a teacher. But I know that I can only be in one place at a time. This three-disk course, designed for the bare beginner, introduces the fundamentals of literacy to the untaught, but motivated, student. It's freely copyable, and with a skilled merchant such as yourself, could easily attract a whole new category of business. I offer to trade you these books for the disks." *muttered* "Looks like you'd know more about this stuff than I would, Steve." And Will places himself firmly upon the CS Most Wanted List, should they ever find out what he's done. :) And now you guys *really* wish Vander had come along for this ride :) True. Anya smiles some more, says nothing. Will: He shakes his head.. "If I had a nickel for every time a scholar gave me this line, I'd have... well, a nickel. How many copies do you have?" SteveM looks for a sales or engineer type. Ars: Estimated price for all that candy? Steve: There are salesmen all over the place. "Two copies. But I can easily make more." Trent looks admiringly at the various mecha types, lingers over one named a 'Glitter Wolf.' Whistles. "Hey Steve, look at this thing." SteveM flags one down. "And so can you, there's no copy protection." Ru: *shrug* candy is actually a common item.... use yer discretion on this. SteveM goes over to Trent.. "What's this?" Go ahead and learn! We'll make more! :) Steve: you see a holo of a mech encased in Glitter armor. same armor as the Glitter Boys. Well, then... at current day prices for homemade stuf... + a little more to account for the time period... Ru`ach walks out of there with $500 of candy. %) Trent gestures. "What do you make of that?" *muttered* "The Masters never had anything this menacing." It's a modified Timber Wolf, JSYK. Ru`ach walks to the APC and stows it away in a safe place. The Masters were over-confident weenies :) "Then again, they believed in the concept of cannon fodder." Rick restrings his mandolyn and starts to play Rick: roll for Instrument? Trent glances over at Steve. "I'm not even going to ask." Trent: I gathered that. "I assume this wouldn't transform." 4 Will: the elf says, "I take it you still have the master to make more, or are these the only copies?" "I still have the master." "Then sold." "How many would you like?" Will! No! No! No! That's the only copy! Make him pay through the nose! The fewer who have the info the more valuable it is! "Your two copies will suffice." . o O (I can copy these and make a fortune.) Ru`ach goes out again, consuming fudge. :9 . o O (You can copy these and spread the written word as far as you like, pal.) "Time to make the donuts, you BASTARD!" "Doesn't look like it. I kinda wonder if how available ammo would be." Will can't stop grinning like an idiot as he hands over the disks and takes his books. Steve, Trent: a man comes up to you, a hard grizzled man who's obviously seen action. "So, whatcha need?" Anya smiles, pleased for Will for some reason. Doesn't say anything. *to companions* "Okay guys. My shopping's done. Issachar, you're up next." *to Will* "We go see tanner?" Trent sizes the man up. "I think my friend had some questions about this... thing." "Well, we were just looking over this. But how would you like to produce something more... versatile?" *to Iss* "Yeah. There's gotta be somebody out there that buys furs." Steve: DO NOT offer him the rights to your HVT! Trent OOCly suddenly ponders himself and an Elemental getting into a fist fight. That would be interesting. "The Glitter Wolf, eh? Seventy-five million, but believe me,t hat baby's worth every penny. trent; for a very short period of time, sure SteveM wows at this. UL: Why not? Steve: HobbiTech "Something tells me you're on a budget. What do you mean, more versatile?" Ru`ach eyes around for someone who's done with their shopping. Ru: that'd be Will... (I think) UL: Tell me more in a msg. We're out of the bookstore and into the Tanner's nevermind has kicked Rick from #Rifts (TE) (CTCP Sound sucks) Yeah, I'm done. Leading ISS around, followed by Ch`Dith and Anya, who aren't shopping. .... Rick [k75bhsh@bngr-107ppp61.epix.net] has joined #Rifts Ch`Dith OOCly strangles Rick. Arsenal sets mode: +o Rick rick: sound? Ru`ach walks over. "You guys wanna grab something to eat? I'm hungry." Rick: DO. NOT. DO. THAT. Guys. It's not that big a deal. sorry still trying to figure this program out Ch`Dith relates what he saw/sensed and what he and Anya concluded to Will &c "Bound demons, perhaps? They'd certainly explain how the makers could sell them so cheaply. No expensive computer parts and programmers." Anya frowns. "Machine made to be mage beasts?!" *shudders* Rick: Assume for a second that 1) Not everyone has an IRC client that speaks CTCP Sound; 2) Not everyone has the desire to have such a client and 3) That we have our own music, and if you have something we might like to hear, offering it verbally is the correct course of action. "More like the other way around," Aengaela mutters. Ilmater [Ilmater@n220.dial.flink.com] has joined #Rifts "That is a possibility. Or someone - or someTHING - is playing a canny game..." "Yeah. Maybe they bind telekinetic or similar demons to just a simple armor frame." "Or maybe things aren't things." The moral of the story? Avoids 'em as much as you can. Ch: the armors and mechs certainly *looked* fearsome enough to be demonic. Ars: *nod* (shoulda mentioned that before) anyways... "Are we doing lunch or the tanners? I recommend lunch /after/ we observe tanning in process, if I remember what's involved." Steve: the man has asked, "What do you mean, more versatile?" *to Will* "Yes. I not like to think about animal skinning until after eating ." "I think we need to know more about this before we can decide what to do." ch`dith: to your comment about the soound. I just got a new chat prog. And didn't know exactly what I was doing. Ch`Dith clubs Rick with a sign saying "RTFM" "Imagine a giant robot that could transform into a hovertank and back." Anya continues tagging along, pondering odd questions. "Okay. Lunch first, then. Find something that smells good and let's dig in." Trent senses Steve going into a sales pitch. "Hey Steve, I'm going to go try and find the others, okay?" SteveM nods. Ok. The man laughs. "I haven't heard that one in a while. You got a holo of what you have in mind?" Rick checks the APC's systems make sure everything is working right. Trent: walking back, you pass the Chipwell, Golden Age Weaponsmiths, and Naruni tent. rolled 8 need 45 Rick: no change... Trent resists the urge to laughpoint at Chipwell, hauls his little cart laden with Ammo [tm] someone overnight has spraypainted the word "Cheapo" over the word "Chipwell" :) Trent chuckles . o O (Hey Ch`Dith, do you know where everyone is?" Ch`Dith . o O (Yes. ) Err... -" +) . o O (Okay, could you tell me?) Ch`Dith . o O (We are all here *image/location*) Will assumes he and his little group have found a stall that sells something edible, recognizeable, and tasty, he has paid, oh, say, $20 for the group, and they are chowing. . o O (Danke.) *walks there* "Better." Will: *nod* Nobody ponders a Rifts version of Dibbler. ;) the man's eyebrow goes up at this. "Don't tell me you have a prototype?" Issachar looks at the menu, wonders what half the stuff is, and why they don't have possum shanks Anya pokes at the food, not really eating much of it. Ru`ach wanders around by herself. "o/~ Im bemikre, ani pogesh mishehu shelo mekir oti o hoshev sheani tinok... o/~" "Come with me." Iss: actually, that's on the menu, too.. Ars: Sure. Kill the joke Ch`Dith decided he liked the way Sambal smells, orders something with a lot of it. Then subsequently eats it without catching fire. Kas: That, btw, is the intro to the blue man story. %) Ru, weren't you coming along to lunch? ... AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! BLUE MEN! ;) Ch'D: Well, why not. :) "I am studying the tines of my fork. I see a blue man! 'Oh, I'm from another story' says the blue man! I kill the blue man with my fork... +" Issachar orders a thing call a 'cheeseburger', wonders what kind of animal a burger is. . o O ( Ich bin ein Hamburger! ) Kas: Last one's a new one. ;) Iss: tastes like chicken. :9 *runs* :) Doesn't everything? Trent eventually wanders into the resteraunt, notices the group sitting at a table eating. "Have you ever had Tasty Wheat?" [70 points] Issachar smacks Ars with the Rubber Chicken O' Pain[tm] The Matrix. Will orders a bowl of rice and veggies slathered in soy sauce. :9 Arsenal takes back his Rubber Chickem O' Pain. "Technically, neither have you." Kasia hands the Dwagon 70 points. Too easy. Steve? Sausage inna bun! Get 'em while they're-- inna bun! Only if you've seen it recently. Anya orders a bowl of soup, plays with it when it arrives instead of eating it. Trent walks over to the group sitting at the table. "Mind if I join ye?" Issachar liked the Matrix so much, he actually paid to see it twice It got lost in the scroll. But do I have a holo of the VHT on me if this is what I was planning to do? Steve: looked to me like you were gonna show him the actual vehicle Will ponders under what possible circumstances he might mind, realizes all of them are extremely artificial andunlikely. "'course not. Have a seat." Steve: you just said "Better." and the owner said "you have a prototype?" Ru`ach brbs- changing computers. Ru`ach [whtstar2@212.150.0.8] has quit IRC (les sigh) Trent OOCly waits.... Ars: I was. Issachar chews his cheeseburger slowly. "Hey! This is cow! Burger is cow?" I said "Come with me," but that was what was lost in the scroll. Anya idly spins her soup around in its bowl with the spoon. Oh, I didn't see that... Trent gets a seat, orders various meat products. the man leaves the place in his underling's care, then joins you. Ch`Dith looks over his food at Anya... "You are not hungry?" SteveM heads out to the Plow, disarms the security system, and fires it up. The salesman a Clanner or not? Just curious. "Not really. Too busy fitting together puzzle pieces." Trent: yes Issachar looks at the french fries he got with his order. "Are these really made from french people?" *LOL* Ars: Okay... don't forget... contraction are BAAD Iss: How would you know about French people? ;) Trent manages not to laugh at Iss And the proper response is, "Yeah. That one's name is Javert." Trent: 'k Rick goes looking for a place to eat. SteveM slides around the sales type in a circle... then brings the Plow to Battloid. Rick: you find the others. nevermind is back [eheh.. iewps./gone: 2h19m22s] "No, it means the underlying object, in this case a potato, was fried in a French style. The original meaning of the word is obscured by time." Could had a mess of pre-Rifts magazines at the lodge he shared with his Wolfen surigate WhtStar2 [whtstar2@pop03-1-ras1-p38.barak.net.il] has joined #Rifts Kasia sets mode: +o WhtStar2 What'd I miss? WhtStar2 is now known as Ru`ach re WSni 're, Ship Steve: you see his eyes bug out. You are also attracting attention from all the other vendors... save Angrar. "Anything we can help with?" Issachar looks at Will confusedly. "Huh?" SteveM brings it into Transport mode. "It's a vegetable, not a person." not tank mode? nevermind is away [closing the computer labs.. wheeeeeeeee/l:on] Trent waits for his food to come, remembers something. Smiles, and set the Glitter Boy hand on the table. Gotta have an ace in the hole. Issachar nods in understanding. "These are made from french vegetibles." "Just not sure about anything anymore...it doesn't matter, though." "Impressive." "Close enough." "Most impressive." "Come on back to the tent, where we can talk... in private." Issachar goes about enjoying his meal *to everyone* "Hey all. Where'd you get all tyhis stuff?" Ru`ach spends time looking/payingattentionto anything but Trent. *to Rick* "Traded for it." [grin] "Traded for it real good." Aengaela looks up at Rick. "Look around." "It matters to you enough to keep you from eating. If it matters to you, it matters to us." Ru`ach raises an eyebrow at Will SteveM drives next to the tent, shuts off the engine, sets the anti-theft mode to Rend Asunder. *to Ru* "You want to know what I traded for these thousands of credits worth of books?" "Do tell." Ch`Dith OOCly reads sluggy... ooh. Rick looks around. Doesn't see any vendors that interest him. "It's nothing. Just philosophical conundrums that I have to work out for myself." Trent looks over at Ru. Steve: Literally, I take it? Will: just as you are saying this, a young teen runs by, grabs the books, and runs. "Vid disks I made. Literacy courses. That merchant, looking to expand his customer base and make money, will in the process disseminate the ability to read as widely as he possibly can, to tons of people who couldn't." Issachar looks up at the the running man. Will drops his food and runs after him/ *snicker* -/+. Anya springs up and gives chase. Sufficiently nasty. Ch`Dith looks up. Teleports to about ten meters in front of the kid okay, Spd ratings? ...spilling the soup all over the table. Ch: roll. 21 7. crap, that's right, I'm a slow one. azimuth: ~/RPG/Rifts/ >roll 1 100 33 Trent sighs, springs from the table and into a sprint Close but just enough. Glad I got an end seat, I am. Ch: the kid runs right into you. Issachar stays seated, looking around, then goes back to his meal Ch`Dith intercepts the kid, but carefully. Ru`ach gets soup all over her! spd:23 he goes down, you don't. "I do not believe those are yours." "What?!" Ch`Dith raises an eyebrow. "Those books." "I stole them, fair and square. And you're trying to take what I've rightfully stolen! Now get out of my way!" He's Vizzini? he stands up, and starts around you. "There is nothing 'fair' about stealing." Ch`Dith doesn't let him. Ru`ach had a feeling he'd say that. Will stands up behind the kid. "And since they were mine to begin with, I'm taking them back." Kas: That's 'Vincinni' Trent skids to a stop, sees that the others have it under control, walks back to the table. Anya skids to a halt, closing off an escape route. Says nothing. Iss: I don't have the book next to me - it's on the other shelf. *to self* . o O (Stupid stupid stupid. Boast about your glorious trade in the middle of the bazaar, why don't you.) Kas: I only ever saw the movie :) the kid looks at you, drops the books, then runs another way. SteveM copies the schems for everything but the VanderReactor, along with a battlerom of the UAR Enforcer fight from Lonely Soldier Boy onto his PDA. If all the books are there, I do not give chase. Ars: Does the kid pass the table again? Iss: no. Wil: they are. Ch`Dith frowns. Shadowforms. Follows. Ch: the kid disappears into an alley, drops down a manhole, and disappears into darkness and sewage. Anya frowns, eyes the kid. . o O (Let me know if you need help, Ch'Dith.) I collect them, and somewhat more securely bring them back to the table. "Don't want to let that happen again." Sets them on the inside of where his seat is. Ch`Dith follows, is quite at home in darkness and shadows. Trent blinks as he sees Ru covered in soup. "Uh... you have some soup on you... er.. I'll get a towel." Ch`Dith can see better in the dark than that kid, I'll bet. Ch: roll for tracking. Ru`ach ughs, more upset about her lap being burned than being dirty. Casts Cleanse idly. SteveM goes back to the tent. Anya frowns in that general direction, wanders back to the table. Ch`Dith doesn't have a tracking skill, uses TP whenever he loses immediate sight. Trent forgot about that. "Oh... nevermind then. Are you okay?" Ch: you lose him due to the "noise" of the crowd above. Ch`Dith takes the hint, returns to the crew. Anya comes in sight of the table, frowns some more. Ru`ach , instead of answering, attempts engaging in conversation with *someone*. Steve: the man takes you into the back of the tent. "What kind of deal do you want to make?" Anya watches Ru and Trent and the rest of the gang, still frowning as if in thought. *to Anya* "what's wrong?" Trent involuntarily clenches his right hand, probably hard enough to crush rock. He sits back down and picks at his food. "If food was made of cow, why not just call it cooked cow on a bun?" "There's a third mode that I wanted to show you in private." *plays the battlerom* the man whistles appreciatively at the power of that mode. "Oh, nothing...nothing at all." The frown stays on her face. "Nothing at all. Except..." Stops for a second, trying to get her temper under control... "Except what?" "We do not have that kind of technology," he explains. "To make these... is currently beyond us." . o O (Which reminds me. Ch`Dith, you said we had a problem?) (That is, if someone without TP abilities can "think" this at a receiver.) "except what?" Trent idly rolls against ME to keep from blowing up, passes. Sitting right next to you, I can. .. but I'd explained the sitch already. "I represent a mercenary outfit called the North Star Company. In exchange for this design and a contract that makes Nova Cat Industries the exclusive supplier for production models, we will want a 40% discount on all new models and replacement parts for the next five years, with a permanent 20% discount after that." rereads... oh yeah. Nebbemind. Anya tries to count to ten. "It doesn't matter." Suddenly stalks off. "Okay..." Ru`ach slumps back in the chair. nevermind [rbos@cr563193-a.lngly1.bc.wave.home.com] has quit IRC (Read error to nevermind[cr563193-a.lngly1.bc.wave.home.com]: EOF from client) Steve: the man fixes you with a stare. "I will have to take this to my boss." Yeah! Go Grand Negus Mitchell! :) "She shouldn't be alone. Ch`Dith, Rick, could you go after her?" Rick looks puzzled at Ru`ach. "what's up with her?" Ch`Dith nods. SteveM nods. Ch`Dith finishes the last few bites of his food, gets up and walks after Anya brb *to Rick* "Nothing that concerns you, spoo for brains." Anya continues walking away from the table, ignoring any attempts to be followed. (5 pts. for name of ep and char. ;) The char was Vir, but I can't name the ep Darkness Ascending, methinks. Either that of Movements of Fire and Shadow. Ru`ach is bad with S5. :P Ch`Dith walks next to Anya, holds out a hand to her, palm up, fist closed. rbos [rbos@cr563193-a.lngly1.bc.wave.home.com] has joined #Rifts Anya eyes Ch'Dith sullenly. "Yessss?" Trent simmers. Can't lose temper, can't lose temper, etc... Ch`Dith opens his palm. There's a single coin on it. "Penny for your thoughts?" Rick never watched B5 "Pennies seem to be out of stock, so I hope this will do." Cheapskate Anya tries to keep the sullen look on her face, fails miserably. Laughs. "Is that all they're worth?" Rick: heretic. "Okay... nickel. That's my final offer." "Okay..." *to the NCI sales rep* "I can wait." Ch`Dith tilts his head at Anya. Will notices something, tries quietly to catch Trent's attention. Thought: Booger-balone sandwich and a thermos full of phlegm. Thank you, Calvin. pardon me while I do something completely anti-GM... Arsenal drops an anvil on Issachar 's head Arsenal drops an anvil on Issachar 's head Arsenal drops an anvil on Issachar 's head Arsenal drops an anvil on Issachar 's head Arsenal drops an anvil on Issachar 's head Okay, that's out of my system. Trent flicks his eyes over to Will. Anya half smiles. "Ru's treating Trent like garbage, after all he's done for her. And I just had the sudden urge to confront her on it, and I couldn't go through with it. It was easier to just run away. Just like I've been doing my whole life." Rick reads Issachar's last responce. Loses his apitite. Will calmly scratches an earlobe, glances at Ru's new piercing. Manages to relaxedly scracth his navel, too. Steve: the man nods. "We will be in touch." He motions for the door. "When can I expect a response?" The door obediently hops off its hinges and waddles over to him Trent 's eyes flick over to Ru's piercings, raises an eyebrow at Will "I cannot say." SteveM thanks the man and leaves. "And Will..." *bites back what she was going to say* "I'm just so confused inside. Nothing makes sense anymore." Ru`ach raises an eyebrow at Will as well. Issachar looks at Will and Ru in a tennis-match fashion, wondering what they're looking at eachother for SteveM will make it a point to keep the anti-theft on Rend Asunder when he's not in the Plow all the while he's at Queenston Harbor. Ch`Dith sighs. "She has gone through a lot for someone of her age, so sometimes she seems more mature than she is... but in her heart she still is a child, with a child's tendency for irrational selfishness." Will isn't molting, too, is he? ;) Trent looks pointedly back at Ru. Boy, I bet we're sure confusing Iss Anya nods. Will sighs. "Issachar, your errand is up next." *to Ru, Will, and Trent* "What?" "Are we all ready to go?" "This world forces too many of us to grow up faster than we would have liked." *to Will* "Yes." "Yeah, I'm ready." "Yep." "Then let's." "What does not make sense?" Issachar follows Will out of the restoraunt Trent drives his fork through the plate and into the table, leaves an extra $50 and leaves with his stuff. Anya nods again. "I know. I was seventeen when I ran away from my family because I couldn't face the future I was supposed to." SteveM parks the Plow back in its place next to the APC, resets the anti-theft, and looks to rejoin Trent. Ru`ach follows Will out. Aengaela takes one look at Ru and Trent, shakes her head as she follows. "Humans." "I didn't see a tanner's, a furrier, or a leatherworker's on the way here. Issachar, Ru, you came by separate ways. Did you?" <))> *to Aengaela* "You said it." "And...well, just everything. I..., well...something happened in Mexico. Something important. But it keeps sliding through my fingers like sand from the desert." -<))> + "Destiny is a vengeful lady sometimes... When she decides, she will not be denied." Trent wanders back to the APC, cart in tow. Aengaela looks around. "There is one." Rick follows the rest of them out *to Will* "I think there was one by the candy place." *to Will* "I followed you. Was not looking at anywhere else." s/one/a leatherworker/ Ch`Dith frowns. mentally uhohs. "You have a diary, do you not?" She's pointing to a shop with a tiger's coat in the window. *to Trent* "Something's got you down... care to fill me in?" brb Will goes where Aengaela's pointing. "Da. You know this." *grumblemutterstupididiotmissedopportunitymutter* SteveM refrains from making a Sharpe reference. "It's about Ru, isn't it?" "Your turn, Issachar. I don't know anything about selling furs." You could try writing down what you remember as you remember it, then trying to put various scenes into order until the picture becomes clear. " Issachar goes into the shop Aengaela pointed at, looks for a clerk Trent looks up at Steve. "Word travels fast," he mutters. +"" Issac: one is behind the counter. he is a Wolfen, btw Ru`ach occly notes that the foreplay between Kas and Steve just hasn't been the same since they did it... ;) "At least I got what I went shopping for." "I've seen it happen before. Somebody says something they shouldn't have said to somebody they care about, and that person treats them like dirt." Nobody snickers Ru: Ain't it always the way. rbos ponders the dice rolling involved in "doing it" Anya nods miserably. rob: Well, I did make them roll for Endurance. :) Will: I mean, it's not like they're married or something... "Yeah, you're right. I'm just afraid of what I'm going to find." rob: You think it's a joke. But they rolled vs. PE to keep at it. Nobody groans. Rick walks up to Steve. "About how long til we're gonna leave?" ow. ow. ow. my head. Issachar goes up the the clerk, and speaks in fluent Wolfen. "Finally! It is good to meet another cultured individual! Might I inquire, sir, whether you might be interested in some of the stock I have?" Trent shrugs nods as he throws the grenade launcher and belts of ammo into the APC, none too gently. *to Rick* "Tomorrow at the latest." -shrugs Well, I haven't exactly been finding opportunities to RP, much less incentive to do anything but murmur sweet nothings in my shigning knight's ear. Ru : I know. Bad, supposedly funny, generalization. "I believe the saying goes , 'Ignorance is bliss' " *to Trent* "Come on, I wanna take you along to sell off the junked Coalition mech." Ch`Dith grins. "... But I do not believe you have ever accepted that answer in your life." Anya smiles. "Right on one point, you are." Ru: Why didya think Ars begged us to skip the evening? }8=> "You ever figure out what that thing was?" Iss: the Wolfen looks at you with surprise on his face. *to himself* "A human who knows our language?" *to Iss* "Well, whatcha got? Rick feels really bored. Goes back to the APC and does stuff[tm]. "Nah, but I figure NorGun's gonna want to do some reverse engineering." Ch'D: Point. :) "So...anyway, we gonna figure out why we have evuuul 'bots on our hands or not?" "We just selling the location?" *nod* "Yeah." Ch`Dith nods. "I suggest we keep an eye on the place until the owner emerges, then follow him." Anya nods. "Smart." Issachar pulls two of the better-looking fox skins and a mink from his backpack as samples. "Would these be of any interest to you?" Iss: what kind of furs you got? SteveM then takes Trent to the Northern Gun office "Sure, let's go. Who knows, maybe some dumb punk will attack us and I can beat the hell out of him." *crooked smile* Ars: Mostly fox, ground squirrel, mink, and badger pelts ah... Arsenal looks for the going price on furs "Just thinking... what about Nova Cat Industries?" "They said they'd get back to me." "No, I mean selling the location to them instead of NorGun." "Should we go catch up with the others again?" "You might have something." SteveM goes to NCI instead. Iss: he offers you $6000 for the furs *shrug* "Might be good for our rep." Issachar sells him the furs. "A good trade. I thank you for your business." Trent, Steve: The same man comes up to you. "Back again?" Trent nods. "You want to tell him, Steve?" "Yes, but our business is different. Yesterday we ran into an advanced Coalition prototype, not three hours from here. I'd be willing to discuss the location of it with you for a modest sum, of course." "All right. Issachar, Ru'ach, Aengaela... is there anything you all want or need? I have one small item left I want to buy." Aengaela looks around. "I have no money, or anything to trade." Issachar asks the Wolfen for any news of a Wolfen by the name of Rraal Dorathin the Wolfen hasn't heard of that name. Ru`ach hmms. "I have one last thing..." *to Aengaela* "You're with us now. We cover expenses, to a point." Steve: The man looks at you interestedly. "Coalition prototype?" *to the Wolfen* "Hmmm If you do hear anything of him, or if he stops in, would you please let him know that Issachar Voss was through here?" "A prototype for a new robot being used by Coalition forces." "Yeah, Ru?" "I need a weapon and some armor." Ru`ach walks into a clothes place. Gets slacks, a blouse, and a red dress too small to be legal. %) ru: heheh... $300 No prob. :) "Weapons we have, to spare." SteveM cues some red-light district fusion jazz. %) Steve: the man gives you a once-over. "Can you give me specifics?" And the insane little maniac back at Worth can make weapons you never even heard of :) Ru: I know just the outfit. Rei HIno was wearing one. SteveM rattles off what he had seen the Hellfire toss out. Ru`ach oocly hmms. Noam should have the sketches (and my main book) today... %) the man nods as he hears this. "I can offer you fifteen million, once we confirm the location." Anya looks around, watches the group again, without saying much of anything. *to Will* "I done here." "Done." He motions to an underling. Rick has gotta sleep and I'm not really doing anything anyway. just put me in the APC working on it. "Okay. Done." the underling is a short, scrawny man. *to Aengaela and Ch`Dith* "As for armor... well, we've got the power armor, but those wings aren't going to fit in there. Ch`Dith, do we have anything lighter?" Later Rick Cya, Rick. Hasta, Rick *to Issachar* "Very well. We'll finish up a few more things for the others, then." Rick [k75bhsh@bngr-107ppp61.epix.net] has quit IRC (Quit) "I do not think so. We'll have to talk to Vander about modifying or constructing a set." Issachar follows Will around, taking in the sights this time Steve, Trent: the man tells you, "Give John here the location. He will confirm the location." Gonna scram folx SteveM gives the location to John (Novacat? Smallberries? Bigboote?), then. Cya, UL. Issachar [uplink@pm3std1-3.uplink.net] has quit IRC () nites UL John leaves, then arrives a half hour later. "It is there." "Of course it is. +" SteveM nods. . o O (Good. Nobody's made off with it yet.) Trent OOCly swears. Hasta run. I *WILL* be here next week. Trent: 'k Cya nites KJ Are we calling it a night? Looks so. Well, I dunno how yer gonna drag around fifteen million... Ars: Very carefully. ;) I'll make it large bills. :) Yeah, prolly. I was basically done, anyway. I think everyone else was, too? Kasia is now known as Aris_TGD Trent [KillJoy@ocw68tc5.gdinet.com] has quit IRC (It's a night. Or morning, depending on where you are. ;)) Nobody looks up... eheh.. John Smallberries/Bigboote ;) Unfortunately. Too many people dropping off to make any real attempt to get back to Worth. "Big Boo-TAY!" --Paused Game. Press Start to Continue-- will; ever read "Obasan"? it's a fairly obscure book about the Japanese concentration camps in BC during and after WW2 :) DS: I was waiting for somebody to get the reference! BC? Anya is now known as katster british columbia, and i guess not then Ru`ach is now known as WhtStar2 Nobody is now known as Nemesis Ch`Dith is now known as Shadur Shadur [shadur@catv6150.extern.kun.nl] has quit IRC (Thank you and good night.) Buckaroo Bonzai rules. ;) well, if no-one has objections, I'd like to start next week with the team pulling into Worth. rbos is now known as me Will has always been known as Will. ;^) Sorry we couldn't make the ranch, Ars. n/p Ars: Can I ask one question? Why the hell are you letting Meeth play a changling TW? SteveM is now known as J-Rock WhtStar2 takes the time to rerereread the material. trip was gonna be uneventful anyways. I was thinking about maybe buying a interest bearing government bond... say around 5 million or so Nemesis ponders rolling up a new character. There any chance of meager ol' me being able to slip into one of the games? :P kats: I looked over the charsheet he gave me... it looks to be viable. WhtStar2 yows! Nem: of course. Nem: 'course. Nemmy: Always Always. Ars: Well...alright, if we have to. :P I wouldn't want to overload the GM's attention span if there's too many players. :) katster smiles. Nem: well, considering I'm gonna try a rotating GM-ship again... :) kats: Well, the changeling will be answering to Vander... You know, unless one of them leaves, both Kasia and Chad will be there at HQ then. Will: Then I RP Chad. Who do you think's more exciting? ;) hee It's not like I've been DOING anything in these games. Will: Same with my 3 chars... depends on the sitch and mission, I'd guess. Jalil, Reed, ...? Will: Your feathered friend. I had more fun as Shanni seducing/getting seduced by Jeff! Oh yeah. ;) Will: Aengaela. :) Aris: The thrill of the chase? Ars: So, who'd be the GM? Nemesis ponders evil things kats: well, JR and KJ are good at it. so're you, but we're waiting for that hadn to heal (how is it, btw?) I'm leery of having UL as a GM in an IC game... Snaga/Rick, as well... Vander/Issachar... and, though unlikely, opportunities for Will and/or Wilhelm and/or Marshall. his sessions are a little *too* overboard. J-Rock gets a sick idea. CS Captain Edmund Blackadder. JR: hrrm?> Well, if I GM, Steve will be doing some administrative work and hating every second of it. Will: I was talking to Meeth about that... Snaga moved on the next morning. JR: Um. Ars: You've never seen Blackadder? *sigh* Time to go. Wish me luck. JR: not yet. Good luck. cya, ship Ars: Okay. good luck, ship Good luck, WS2! g'luck. luck.. bah, you don't need luck. Just do it. that gives Meeth Rick and Chan. Ars: That's the name of Rowan Atkinson's character every time period (read: season) of the show. JR: You know, you never did tell me if you chose the Kappa Squad colors after the uniform of the Irresponsible Captain Tylor. ah the last season I've seen had them in the trenches of WWi. WhtStar2 [whtstar2@pop03-1-ras1-p38.barak.net.il] has quit IRC (And thus begins a week and a half of tests.) Will: I didn't. They were chosen for me while I was offline for a summer. Ah. Will: You can file that under Psychic Phenomenon if it helps you to relax. ;) Nah. Nemesis likes the Oscar Meyer color scheme! Nemesis ducks *chuckle* Aris: It could be worse. The latest in a long line of Sixth Children? 14-yo Edmund "Eddie" Blackadder. Oh yeah? *Name* the color of an Oscar Mayer weiner. JR: I've never seen the show, either. ;) 's weiner-coloured. Rigor-mortis Nem: what kind of char you thinking of? me debates whether to go back on ritalin. Play an AI! Eh.. ;) rob: screw ritalin... caffeine does the same thing, without the side- effects. Nemesis considers something cyborgish. Borg is good, when done right. Well, ol' Blackadder's a conniving ne'er-do-well who somehow happens to find himself in a position of near-power during a peak of British history. He's been Duke of Edinburgh (in which he gave himself the name "Black Adder"), a courtier to Queen Elizabeth, the butler to the Prince Regent during the reign of George III, and a captain in WWI. Arsenal ponders the manic-depressive borg he rolled. Nemesis hauls out the main book ars; i'm serious. I'm having a whole lot of trouble concentrating on even the most important things the last couple months rob: so'm I. *nod* Disregard the folk remedies being offered, rob. Ritalin is a viable choice and, indeed, the wise one, if it has been prescribed. BTW, the show is f'n hilarious, and that's all I gotta say about that. doctor gave my mom a choice, back when I was 4... ritalin or caffeine. will; yeah, i have an open offer of a perscription from my psychiatrist which I haven't taken up in six, seven years due to the side effects of ritalin, she chose coca-cola. :) Oh, well if it hasn't been prescribed I'd hesitate to choose it. side effects? Ars: or as certain people say it, "caca-cola". Ars: JOLT! yeah... apparently, it has side-effects... not sure what they are, tho. Will: heheh... we didn't have Jolt, 24 years ago. Nemesis isn't keen on prescription phychotropic drugs. Had too many people close to him be more screwed up by 'em. Nem: *NOD* *sheesh* NOW I feel old. :P Speaking of which, I really got angry at my mom tonight. JR: hrrm? Will knows one person who's manic-depressive and has a prescribed drug. She doesn't take it because, by her own admission, she's addicted to the "high", despite the "low." I worry. :^( me has always considered it a badge of honour that despite his so-called 'handicap' he's done reasonably well.. but maybe i should re-evaluate that, too. *sigh* ohwell My mom has this annoying habit of waiting until after dinner to tell me whether or not she wants me to do the dishes. It always seems like she picks the nights in which she's used a lot to tell me this. rob: attention-deficit disorder? JR; hah. My mother waited until I was ready to leave this morning Ars; I always considered it BS, but I made it a point to review my medical records rob: *nod* part of it anyway.. I have to see the full files later Tonight I got angry enough to mouth something quite guttural to her and got a chewing from my dad for it. ... me is evidently in the upper 10% of the ADD cases for severity. go figure it's been gnawing at me off and on all night. JR; ack. :P rob: take it from a fellow ADD sufferer... it ain't easy sometimes. rob: based on that figure and your admitted inability to concentrate, I an now swinging back in favor of your taking up the offer of a prescription. rob: try heavy cases of Coke, Pepsi, or Jolt for a bit... even the Diet varieties of the first two. If they help, don't go for ritalin. If they don't... me sighs. has always balked at the idea of chemically altering his brain chemistry. but hell, I wear glasses, and how is that any different? it's correcting something that shouldn't quite be there. and I do-did quite well without it, so maybe with it I'd be able to live better. :P Glasses can be removed at will, and the consciousness making the decision to remove them hasn't been altered by them. do I need to go into anger management classes or wot? JR: classes, no. JR; I don't think so. My own parents treat me like crap as well. It's hard. :P You're a decent person, really. maybe some physical exertion after dinner/dishes? Hell, getting out of the house helped me with the anger... ars; doesn't really help Ars: thinkin' the same thing. Will looks at Prozac. "You, me... think anyone else in this channel is emotionally stable?" ;^) Nemesis goes on killing frenzies once in a while. Does that count? JR: you're in your 20s, living with your parents. No matter *what* anyone else says, it's constricting. Nemesis ducks. %) Aris_TGD would like to be considered stable. Nem: That's *you*. ;) ars; exactly. it's humiliating. Arsenal was there, up until recently. rob: You know what I'm beginning to think? It can all be attributed to a lack of communication. That and the humiliation is really that bad. Aris: Yeah, I'd say you qualify. I was just teasing. ars; I've had to accept rides in my parents' car three times in the past few days. And they've let me know just how much I owe them. I snapped at my mother a lot this morning. rob: *nod* Will: I know. I just need sleep. Lots of it. rob: OW! I owe my parents money, how sad is that? *sigh* An extra hour... JR: *ew* JR; $200 a few months back.. yeah. :P It sucks. JR: %P Aris_TGD goeth to nab said hour. 'nite. Arsenal *happies*... Halloween Birthday Party tomorrow night. G'nite. Cya, Aris. me lived on, like, noodles for a month to pay that back Good night. And my bills are coming up, my checkbook's only good for dribbling like a basketball, and I still don't have a job! nites Aris JR: *ew* Aris_TGD [aris@p88.amax12.dialup.sjc1.flash.net] has quit IRC (o/~ Through the fire and rain / Our life's roller coaster train... o/~ I have heard this song so many times I can parse the lyrics. Someone shoot me.) Will cheerfully sets to deciding what books he got. Couple that with Life In The Shit Towne That Is Kurvul, and you begin to understand my situation. I'm too proud to take a McJob, DAMMIT!!! Will: heh. JR: *ew* what's your degree? BBA in MIS Take a McJob. I flipped burgers for a week, and if nothing else it gave me the motivation to never have to do That[tm] again. in !abbrev? Bachelor of the Arts in... ? Management Information Systems Bachelor's of Business Administration in Management and Information Sciences, I think. Oh, okay. Will: In one! ah. hrrm... apply for a managers position at McJob. :) "Zoe: Another Distant Cousin." "It must be a typo. I'm not related to an animal!" "Riff: Had Nothing Better To Do." %) anyways... I'm crashing... Cyas. btw, Ars: Will: ja? How much would another 9 vid disks cost? TO make a few more copies. Sorry to ask so late. lemme get back to you on that. 'k? remind me monday. *** Log file closed: 10/31/99 1:23:45 AM