*** Log file opened: 11/6/99 10:04:28 PM Arsenal [tabrock@cs2-14.ban.ptd.net] has joined #Rifts Prozac sets mode: +o Arsenal 're re Ars Ship-chan goes over the test material You are now known as NotDaGM hrrm... UL, Meeth, KJ, kats... who else are we missing? Aris_TGD gets dinner. Ship-chan is now known as NGMeither Aris_TGD is now known as Aris_AFK Ars: Trent. Trent == KJ oh, doh NGMeither is now known as WhtStar2 katster [katster@stk-eli-9-054.internetuser.net] has joined #Rifts Prozac sets mode: +o katster [katster] Still crazy after all these years... Moo kats. katster boogies to the Who. mooKatya moo kats katster pours out all her dice. that's one... where are the other three? You are now known as Reed katster sets the cheater dice off to the side. oi kats kats: heheh... how's this for a cheater: a 20-sider numbered 0-9 twice. Ars: Great for "roll under", tho. ;) KillJoy_ [KillJoy@ocw51tc5.gdinet.com] has joined #Rifts Reed: I still like my six-siders that roll six most of the time. :) Ay kats: *whee* 'lo KJ KillJoy_ is now known as Trent Okay, I think we could possibly start now, or should we wait on the Runt? katster makes note to herself not to get any more six siders. play Reed sets mode: +o Trent oi KJ katster is now known as Anya Everyone out of the bar? I am Ja. me too Yup. JR: up for taking over the reins tonight? shad? moo Reed: Not this week, no I'll I am, despite having not been here last time. Trent boogies to Perry Mason... geez, this sounds crappy on this box. +assume Ars: We're not going to have a game of Musical GMs again, are we? ;) Vix: we're talkin' 'bout #wet_bar Reed: *clonk* oh. ;) well, we can do w/out the Runt and Rick for right now... You are now known as Ars_GM WhtStar2 is now known as Ru`ach J-Rock is now known as SteveM Aris_AFK is now known as Kasia Ok... XP has not yet been tallied... I'll send an email to everyone with it later this week. okee *shrug* Sure, whatever. was prolly a low-XP session anyways Okee. Ars: Um, I still need to update Kasia's sheet. Never got around to it. mostly wheeling and dealing What happened last session, anyway? In summary? Vix: the mission ended, people made purchases, sub-plots continued, etc. Oh, okey. we basically completed our mission and got a shitload of money... that and what Ars said. So, home again? roight-o ohyeah, you sold the location of the CS mech to Nova Cat Industries, and netted 15 million LIS, a shitload of money So, we not only have a lot of money, we have a Shi- what Steve said. UpLink [uplink@pm3std3-4.uplink.net] has joined #Rifts Baa fnordrunt 'lo UL oi UL Ars_GM sets mode: +o UpLink UpLink is now known as Issachar Okay... it's roughly a week later, and you are back in sunny Texas. Ay, UL Sorry I'm late. That bugger never showed for work. And he called ahead saying he would be in! >:/ Issac: Fartsmelling piece of frell. :\ Issachar notmoodsgood Steve: Yea, verily brb... the convoy has been heading into Worth from the northeast, and Rick has the local country station playing in the APC... Meeth will not be in tonight r next week Trent is idly glad he's still running forward scout. Don't we need Vander to welcome us back to HQ? ... and turn off the anti-aircraft defences before they open up on the dwagon? o/~ Well, UFOs are big rigs... they come from outer space? o/~ Issachar: Wai! -? Issachar is now known as Vander Anya smiles, happy to be back in Lone Star. Kasia happily oblivionizations to Carnival Ch`Dith circles, turns toward HQ for landing kats: got any of that journal written? I would have had time to read it on the way back. rob` [rbos@herring.sandwich.net] has joined #Rifts SteveM slides the Plow toward HQ oi rb Err... do we know where HQ *IS*? . o O ( what the hell, i'll sit in ) Vix listens irritably to the music, plotting vengeance against whatever evil organization might have concocted it. Trent: No. s/HQ/Worth b Didn't think so, somehow. Wiil: I'll remind you I've been ill, and thus have gotten nothing done. Ch`Dith simply looks for the Runt, then. If you guys are monitoring the radios, you should be hearing the new WNSC 103.7FM Short Guy Attack (all 1980s goodness) :) Will OOCly headsmacks. Terribly sorry. Will: It's okay. :) The radio breaks to a commercial for a weapons and power armor upgrade company calling itself "HobbiTech" Ch`Dith . o O (*to Steve* Do you recall where this area was that you purchased? ) Trent pulls into Worth and pulls off his helmet. "Well, that was uneventful" . o O (No idea... Waitasecond. Did I just hear what I thought I heard?) Ch`Dith . o O (What do you think you heard?) Anya [katster@stk-eli-9-054.internetuser.net] has left #Rifts Anya [katster@stk-eli-9-054.internetuser.net] has joined #Rifts Prozac sets mode: +o Anya 're Anya Trent , not being in the APC and *NOT* listening to country, didn't hear that. Wrong window. :P Ars_GM sets mode: +o rob` re. . o O (I don't know, but it appears Vander has been busy. Ever heard of a company called HobbiTech?) Ch`Dith . o O (I have now. ) +,apparently SteveM is OOCly assuming that commercial made the classic rock station he's got on in the Plow. Steve: yes. Trent is assuming he probably doesn't have a radio on his bike. Not that kind, anyway. has anyone even *thought* of radioing Vander to see where he is? Anya laughs. "Need an escort through hostile territory? Need a cat shot out of a tree? Swing your farking arse by the North Star Company main offices in the city of Worth to inquire further. And if we can't shot that cat dead on the first try, the next will be a bullseye!" Ars: No. We don't care about him. ;) No sir, I leave the thinking to higher ranking officers like Steve. ;) SteveM foreheadsmacks. "That settles it. Vander is losing that PR Officer's position." :) *chuckle* Trent: That explains a few things... ;) Oooh! Oooh! Give it to me! ;) *DUCK* Ch`Dith . o O (*On the Runt's private frequencies* It seems you have not been bored... How fare you?) Kasia raises an eyebrow and turns down the music. "What?" At least he didn't say "Mitchell's Marauders." Trent stretches, works some of the kinks out of his back. *radioed* "So Steve, what's the plan?" Reed laughs his head off at that commercial. "And they say *I'M* Crazy." Funny, Ru. . o O (That you Ch'd? About time you guys got back!) *to Kasia* "You heard that dipshit commercial Vander was on?" who'd be manning the main office? "Actually... no. I take it you're not pleased, though." Ch`Dith . o O (It was an... interesting trip. We've picked up some new friends, too... Where do we land? ) *radioed to Trent* "We're gonna have a talk with Vander. I'll bring the beer, you bring the chainsaw?" Ars: That'd be a hired hand with enough info to decide who's a serious client and who ain't Call him Smitty 'k... Fred or Nyoko? Why not put Chad on it? ;) Will OOCly votes for Chad. SteveM OOCly seconds Who's Nyoko? "Roger that, sounds like fun. What's the occasion?" Ars_GM *baps* UL for forgetting his LNH Chadrick [aris@p33.amax11.dialup.sjc1.flash.net] has joined #Rifts Ars: D'oh! One of the receptionists :) Kasia sets mode: +o Chadrick Hi, I'm Chad, and I'll be your receptionist for today. Saaaaaay, who's the babe? "It's gonna be a Welcome Back to Lone Star party, which reminds me, we're gonna need a pouch of chewing tobacco." You can hear the chuckle in his voice at this second statement. UL: apparently, one of the two that hasn't gone feral in the sub- basements. NYAAAAAAAARRR!!! CAN YOU HOLD, PLEASE!? *cackle* o/~ I shot the sherrif! / But I did not shoot the deputy o/~ Will: :) Anya whistles a tune off-key and smiles some more. *radioed to Vander* "Calling North Star Company... we have a need for your services. Or rather, my sister does..." *further radioed* "You see, she was born without a head." Kasia chokes on laughter Trent overhears this, blinks. *radioed to Steve* I ain't here! Call somebody who farking cares, or leave a message!" *beeeeep* Aengaela frowns, stares at the radio. *radioed* "Well the least you can do is tell us where the front office is, Runt." Ch`Dith , getting no answer, simply triangulates where Van's thoughts came from and starts final approach *radioed to Steve* "That you Steve? Hey this is great! (background: Oi, guys! The boss is back!) Where you at? I'll send an escort for ye!" *radioed* "Escort?" In the background, you can hear a man yell, "Does this mean we have to put the beers back?" *radioed* "That's ok, we can find it from here." *to Trent* "Hey Trent! Good ta hear yah didn't get yer head blowed off! *chuckle*" SteveM follows the dwagin. Rick follows Steve Trent follows Steve. "Yeah, not that they didn't try." Ch`Dith baps Steve. Dwagin is sitting snuggled up to you in the Plow. Dwagon is landing. Steve: I think ya meant dwag*o*n.... *to STeve* "Roit, Boss. I'll have a few cold one waitin' fer ye!" ah +s *radioed* "You sound like you have at least a two-kegger going on here." Chadrick oocly wonders if his arm is debroked yet. Chad: yes *to Steve* Been christening the HQ. Ye'll never recognizer her if you've seen her. " o/~ As people assemble, civilization is trying to find a new way to die... o/~ Oh, dear. Anya: That's us! :D *to Vander* "Oh yeah, I've got something to talk to you about when we get there." The Who are awesome. :) *to Trent* "Why don't you sound happy when you say that?" *radioed* "He's not the only one." kats; *nodnodnodnod* kats: *amen, sistah* :) Ars: JSYK Issachar would have asked to be dropped off near where you found him. He'll likely trck you to Worth later "Oh... well, just some work for ya." "Hope you're up for some real work." Van: 'k Trent OOCly glares at Steve. Get out of my head, there's barely enough room for all of me in here! Anya quietly taps her fingers against the side of the APC to the rhythm of something in her head. WerewolfInLondonplaying WNSC? Now I *am* afraid. I thought you'd have Der Kommissar Ru`ach idly wanders into the Control room and observes. Trent spots the HQ as they clear the city limits, and kicks his bike up to full throttle. Trent: the distance is 10 miles to the site... It is outside the city, right? It's been a while. Vander wanders out to the front gate, orders the Dyna-Bots to stand down Trent: Yep. 20 miles north the APC is going full speed. :) Ch`Dith spots the Runt, dives for a landing Ars: Err... okay, just going in the direction of it at full speed then. . o O ( food? ) Anya wanders into the control room, to watch Rick. rob: We can only hope. ;) SteveM kicks in an extra burst of speed, keeping ahead of the APC The Runt suddenly becomes aware of the sun being blocked out for a second. Ch: you see a large spot in the middle of the base large enough for a dragon to sleep. Vander looks up, waves a hand at the dwagon Ch`Dith . o O (Perfect.) " Oy, a Nazgul!" Trent speeds ahead of the APC, Plow, and probably everything else for that matter. He's gonna go kill Vander! Ch`Dith roars in greeting, turns, lands. Trent: heheh... you get there to see Ch`Dith landing Vix: No. But there will be a Nazgul-class power armour :) UUuuuuuuhhnnnnnnnn. has everyone seen base.jpg? Neop. I haven't... Ars: I saw the sketch, yes Chadrick steps out from the party to see the dragon, gets a mild brainfreeze for a few minutes. "Errrrrrrrrrr..............." Anya takes a seat in the corner, and doesn't interupt Rick. Puts her chin in her hand. *to Ch'd* "Hey Sparky! Where's the rest o'the boys?" Anya: there are 4 seats in the APC control room... 2 drivers, 2 gunners Ch`Dith humanforms on touchdown, points a finger at the incoming bike "Groovy." Trent goes through the main gates at full speed, skids dramaticially to a halt 5 or so feet infront of Vander. "Hiya, ya miss me?" Chadrick glances sideways at Vander. *quietly* "He's not going to eat me, right?" Yeah, I know, I slid into one of the gunner's seats. Figure those aren't occupied at the moment. "... either one?" Ch`Dith looks over at Chadrick, then at the Runt. "I see we have guests?" *to Chad* "Meet Ch'Dith. He's our air reconn unit." http://dagwood.sandwich.net/pics/base.jpg Ch`Dith nods in greeting. Trent pulls off his helmet and shuts down the bike. "Ah. I see. Hi. I'm Chad." "Delighted." *to Ch'Dith* "Introductions'll be made when everyone gets in. In the meantime, get a beer. The mess is fully stocked Aengaela is enjoying herself, flying above the APC. ." SteveM tells Kasia to brace herself... Kasia braces? Ru`ach occly makes good use of wget SteveM superjumps over the main gates, transforms to Battloid on the way down. Trent walks over to Vander. "So, I see you've got the base set up." Ship-chan learns another unix command? }8=> Vix looks at the picture, bwahahas at #6. >%) *to Trent* "How's me favourite psycho biker?" >:) "EEEEEEEeeeeeeep!" Vix: look at the location... behind the mess hall and infirmary. %) "I've been better, but not too bad considering." Ars: I noticed. And next to the outhouses. ;) Right next to the outhouses :) Ch'D: Naw. LeechFTP has it, too. ;) What, no reefer patch? You can fairly easily notice quite a few large dents in Trent's armor, and a few in the back of his bike. SteveM lands next to the dwagon, takes a knee, and turns back to transport. Ch: Hydroponics? ;) + That works. Chadrick blinks at the Plow. "Wow. And I used to think *I* was odd." you can notice a scorch mark on the Plow's body, and several rail holes in the left arm shield. What, under the outhouses? :P :) Ch`Dith doesn't flinch or even register the impact. Vander chuckles "Good ta see the Boss's lightened up a bit." SteveM pops the canopy. "I need to, just to keep up with you." Kasia unbuckles restraints, shakes head, stows the CD player and stretches a bit in her seat. "Fun." s/keep/put/ the APC rolls into the gate... Vander, you notice a winged teenage girl flying above it, and a dent beside the right side troop hatch Trent glances over at the Plow, shrugs. "Sure, had to do a spiffy enterance too." SteveM helps Kasia to her feet. Chadrick looks up, grins. "Who's the babe with wings?" Vander finally notices the damage to the vehicles/equipment. "What th' fark ya do ta my paint jobs?! And who put that dent in yer armour?" Aengaela lands next to the APC. *to Trent* "Hey, I don't feel like a popsicle anymore." "A troupe of Coalition soldiers bent on genocide." "My armor? Squad of SAM's." Vix opens the top hatch of the APC and hoists himself onto the roof. Will exits the APC. "Her name's Aengaela, and she's 15, so careful." Kasia hops down to ground level, wanders over and gives the runt a noogie. "Hey, Vander." "Vander, be known to Aengela of the Aeralon tribe." Vander scrambles over to the APC, assessing damage and complaining/swearing at every scratch, ding, and dent Anya pops out behind Will, grinning hugely. Reed lowers the rear hatch of the APC, and starts backing vehicles out of it. Chadrick catches the last remark and grins. "Hey, that's over the age of consent..." *pause, frown* "Isn't it?" *to Kasia, distractedly* "Hey, Wombat." "Hey, Runt. Long time, no see." Ru`ach Aiiies! at scanned yellow paper. %P Trent idly hopes he ignores the one by the right side troop hatch. "And Vander, *for the last time*, we will not be known as 'Mitchell's Marauders'. Keep that in mind when you're repainting the APC." Has Vander seen the "official" logo? *to Chad* "Try 18." Ars: I think so Van: this one? http://dagwood.sandwich.net/pics/nsclogo2.gif Chadrick sighs, theatrically shakes his head at the reprimand. "Home again. It's nice to travel and all...but it's good to be home." Continues grinning hugely. Vander finishes inspecting the APC, gets back to Steve. "So how was the trip?" "Amen to that." "You would've loved Queenston Harbor." *to Steve* "Oh?" Ars: Yes, I've seen that logo *to Vander* "You name the weapon manufacturer, they had a tent there." Anya: you "hear" a voice in your head. "Welcome home, my sweet. We have unfinished business." The sensation passes, then the momeory of it fades. Anya blinks, the smile being replaced by a puzzled frown. Vix jumps down from the top of the APC and looks around at the various buildings. Just out of curiosity, how many people are working in the motor pool area for HobbiTech? Trent spots what looks like the garage area, starts up his bike and parts it over there. parks, even Ch`Dith excuses himself and goes scope out the rest of the outside area. *to Steve* "Ha! What do we need outside suppliers for? By th' time HobbiTech gets passed it's first year, we'll be churnin' out Neo-VHTs in mass numbers. You did remember not to sell anyone else the blueprints, right?" "Aengala here is a member of a tribe we ran into. The Coalition was doing a round or two of ... ethnic cleansing." Ars: Right now, it'd be just me, Chan, and maybe two or three others Anya goes back to whistling, hoping nobody noticed the momentary pause. for the record, it's "Aengaela" Ru`ach , out of lack of intrest, stays inside the APC. *to Vander* "Of course." Whatever... missed the spelling. . o O (Good thing nothing got finalized.) Reed eyes the barracks. "I take it we're sleeping in those buildings?" Vander looks at the winged girl, frowns, looks thoughtful, frowns. "You ain't a Maiar are you?" *to Reed* "I've seen worse." She looks at Vander. "You're a funny little man. What's a Maiar?" Trent walks back over to the APC Will chokes down a chuckle at Aengaela being a Maiar. For those of us too dense to catch that, what's a Maiar? *to Aengaela* "if ye ain't heard of 'em, I guess ye ain't one of 'em." Anya starts walking away from the group, still whistling... s/dense/not a Tolkien fan.bot/ *to Steve* "Where's Ru?" God-like being from Tolkein literature, IIRC. Whatever. s/ei/ie Ru`ach attempts to figure out the intro to HHGTTG (96 need 45). Is just not in the mood to read. Can't concentrate. Vix: Lower echelon of the Ainur. Upper echelon were the 13 Valar *to Vander* "Last I saw, she was in the APC. Take it easy around her, ok?" Vand: yeah, yeah, I know. But would that mean anything to KJ? ;) A man wearing a Cyclone walks from the firing range area to the motor pool, then notices the returning troops. He shrugs, then walks into the garage. SteveM helps Kasia down from the APC. Chadrick 's eyebrows hop up a few. "So, including the bombshell and the chick with wings, you have *three* girls?" Vix; That they could lay the smackdown on him and still not be ready for lunch :) *to Vander* "You've been busy." Kasia != APC SteveM is OOCly braindead Kasia looks oddly at Chad. "Bombshell?" Ch`Dith observes the firing range, then looks over the obstacle course. *to Steve* "Ever known me to not be?" ;) Chadrick grins. "Well, can you think of a better dethscription?" "And I thought *I* was the entrepreneur here." :) Ch: I don't think I had an obstacle course on that map... Chadrick blinks a few times. "Deth... des... sorry, I think I'm a little drunk." Anya continues walking away from the group, whistling s'more, not caring if she's even hitting the right notes. Ars: Didn't we discuss that the first time you showed the map? On the other 10 acres somewhere IIRC Will remembers a question. "Who are you, anyway?" *to Steve* By the way, I'm gonna need you and Trent at the radio studio to get a PR ad for the Company." Trent returns to the group in time to hear Chad's comment. Flexes his fists a few times. Walks into the APC to get some of his stuff without saying anything. *to Vander* "Radio... studio???!?!" Chadrick blinks at Will. "Moi?" Ch: hrrm... "I think I'd rather have a look at the records for all the new people." *to Steve* "You didn't hear the station on the way in? We got a full 100 mile range." *points to the *HUGE* radio transmitter in the middle of the HQ courtyard * Van: I never approved that. Ars: No? and besides, putting that in would deprie da dwagon of his sleeping space. Trent returns outside with the automatic grenade launcher under his arm and 2 cases of ammo in each hand. Ars: OK deprive, even o/~ I sing my song to the wide open spaces, I sing my heart out to the infinite sea... o/~ Chadrick fails to ignore the juicer. "Errrrrr..." O/~ Welcome to my nightmare! o/~ Trent grins evilly at Chad. "Hi." Vander: That fits too... :) o/~ I am Iron Man! o/~ Reed sighs, walks over to the firing range, and fires off a bullet from his pistol. The small metal target shatters into many pieces. "Wow." o/~ Feelings! o/~ :) SteveM walks up to Ch'Dith. "Care to see where Anya's going?" Ch`Dith looks upon the Runt's handiwork, sees it to be good. Chadrick nods at the juicer a few times. Van: now, a tower outside the fence, on the other hand? "Hey Vander, can I talk to you?" *to Steve* "Follow me. I got yer office set up in the main barracks." Ch`Dith blinks, nods at Steve, shadowforms, aura masks and sneaks after Anya *to Trent* Ya?" I'd rather the tower be between the base and the city, but not on the premises. "You still have that Glitter Boy that got trashed?" Steve: *nod* Anya just walks, nowhere in particular. Chadrick catches the name Anya, does some quick calculations on his fingers. "Four girls?" *to Trent* "I should. Been working mostly at converting those Cyclone back-up engines to hydro from gas. " Trent resists the urge to test the grenade launcher on Chad. Van: umm... gas to hydro, I do believe. :) ars: that's what he said. *to Chad* "Take a copld shower, buddy!" "How much work would it take to fix the hand?" d'oh... parsed it wrong. *to Trent* "Dunno. Haven't really looked at it." SteveM follows Vander, wondering what horror awaits him there. "Well, I picked up a replacement and had some ideas. I'll talk to you about it later." Vander leads Steve to the main barracks *to Trent* "Roit." SteveM takes his gear with him Anya finds herself walking towards the city itself. Chadrick frowns at Vander. "Hey, jus' cause you're a sexless shoebox doesn't mean the rest of us don't need..." He trails off and shakes his head. "Yeah. Whatever. I haven't gotten any since I bumped into that Zenith Moon Warper, and that wasn't much of a pretty picture." Anya: that's a long walk... Kasia pushes Chad, watches him stumble straight into the wall. "You're drunk." Trent hauls the grenade launcher and ammo to the garage, walks to the main barracks. Chadrick blinks at the lady. "So?" Will notices Anya is leaving the compound. "What the...?" Leaves the drunk guy alone. Kasia sighs and goes to transfer her stuff. Vander chuckles at what Chad and the Wombat might end up doing to eachother. Ars: I'm just walking. Not really sure where I'm going. Ru`ach gets tired of seeing words instead of sentances. Will drops his minimal stuff in his room, goes out to watch Anya. Steve: the office is well organized... a touch bare, but organized. Ru`ach puts away the book. Opens up wherever it is her bike happens to be. "I'm impressed." Vix wanders around the outside of the buildings, sticking his head in open doors, making notes of the types of locks on possibly-interesting ones, and just generally sizing up the place. *to Steve* "I know how you like to keep things tidy." Ru`ach yells "I'll be back later!" Steps on it and leaves Anya in the dust. ru: Reed already opened up the back of the APC... your bike is prolly in the motor pool, being looked over by a mechanic. Ars: ahh. SteveM nods in satisfaction. Ru`ach grabbed it, then. Vix: once you get to the infirmary, you see a man sitting at a desk, going over some paperwork. Heehee The NSC will be the only Rifts mercteam with *water* powered power armor >:) Trent stops at the APC, pulls out one of the empty compressed natural gas tanks and drags it out by the firing range. Stands it up on end and proceeds to beat the hell out of it. *to Vander* "How many people did you put on the payroll?" Vix steps into the infirmary and looks around. Ars_GM notes that the mechanics will prolly be HobbiTech employees, not NSC employees. "Whoo. Nice digs." Vix: the man looks up and sees you. "To be thanking you, I am. Do you need assistance?" *to Steve* "Lessee. There's Jalil (he's a doctor), Chadrick (the playboy out there buggin' the babes), then there's Chan. He's a strange one, can't put me finger on what it is about him, but he's a tech-wizard. Then there's the guy I got running our main office in town, Fred. And we got two other natives to help me with the motorpool." Chadrick gets a label. Neat. :) Trent beats on the thick metal tank for 15 minutes or so. The sounds of fists smacking into steel can be easily heard ringing throughout the compound Vix: he is a man of East Indian descent, with a red dot on his forehead. "Fred... when and where have I heard that name before?" Chadrick also thinks he's more attractive than he actually is. ;) *to Steve* "No. He ain't that farking Elf fart we ran into a while back. He's a local." Vix shakes his head. "Not particularly. I'm just looking around... who are you?" Run for your lives! DJ Croft's lived to see 17! Reed looks over at Trent. "Toss that thing up in the air." As Ru drives at much-faster-than-safe speeds, her player reviews a paper about the Babylonian Exile and other such crap. Vix: the man says "I am Dr. Jalil Lalarun, and you are in my office. You are?" "Ah. Who was this guy I saw in the Cyc?" Chadrick also may get a set of concentric circles painted on his forehead if he hits on Ru within Trent's earshot, or on Kas in general.. }8=> Anya sighs, stops. Talks to herself. "You'll get nowhere if you run away again. You've got to face it, for once..." Ch'D: Of *course* :) Vix: his accent matches his appearance. Ch`Dith hides in Anya's shadow Trent kicks the tank hard enough to buckle it and send it flying into the air Ch'D: More like a label reading "pummel me" Reed fires a round at it, and the can explodes. Vander grabs the microphone on Steve's desk, flips the Talk switch. *over the HQ loudspeakers* "OI! LISTEN UP! GET YER ARSES OVER TO TH' MESS! WE GOTS INTROS TA MAKE!" Anya continues muttering to herself. "It's easy to run away. Too easy. Always taking the easy way out..." Trent: That too. *to Steve* "He's one of the locals I hired fer the motorpool. " "Ah." Vix half-bows. "Vix Devaris. Discordian episkopos." What happened to Vappirub? Vix: "Ah. Are you in need of medical assistance? Perhaps a cybernetic implant or three?" rob` peers. Kasia sighs at the announcement, heads down to where the mess was pointed out to be. That was a joke. ICly, his assumed name is Devaris. ;) Will waits. Is Anya returning? Anya kicks at the dirt. "But then again, if you don't know what's out there to face up to, then it's awful damned hard to face up to it, isn't it?"