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<Prozac> [Arsenal] Run for the hills, the GM's had an alignment change.
Prozac sets mode: +o Arsenal 
Arsenal sets mode: +o Shadur 
<Arsenal> oi!
Aris_TGD [aris@p161.amax9.dialup.sjc1.flash.net] has joined #Rifts
<Aris_TGD> Aylos
Arsenal sets mode: +o Aris_TGD 
<Arsenal> Oi
<Shadur> moo
<Arsenal> moo shad
Meethos [k75bhsh@bngr216-37-173ppp107.epix.net] has joined #Rifts
<Arsenal> 'lo Meeth
Arsenal sets mode: +o Meethos 
Meethos is now known as Rick
<Rick> Ars: are we bringing Chan in tohite?
<Rick> -h +n
<Aris_TGD> Say, Ars...
<Arsenal> Rick: if'n ye wanna...
<Aris_TGD> Wanna read something really scary?
Rick is now known as Chan_ling
<Arsenal> just remember, he's *deathly* allergic to alcohol (one glass of beer 
puts him to sleep *instantly*, and he gets sick/nauseous(sp?) when he eats salt.
<Arsenal> Aris: sure
<Aris_TGD> 
s/scary/sickandtwistedandIshouldbeshotforwritingitasitwouldmakeJewelFaulknerlose
herappetiteforaweekbutblameRobhemademewriteitafterIdeletedthedamnfileanyway.
<Aris_TGD> *gasp*
<Aris_TGD> *breathes hard for a few seconds*
<Arsenal> Aris: *ew*
<Arsenal> Jewel Falkner?
<Aris_TGD> So, still wanna read it? ;)
<Aris_TGD> Faulkner, actually.
<Arsenal> typo... who?
<Aris_TGD> She's the one who wrote those really dark Gargoyles fics I keep 
ranting about her not finishing.
<Chan_ling> ars: when did you set that up?
<Arsenal> ah
<Arsenal> Meeth: that's in the changeling RCC...
<Chan_ling> oh ok
<Arsenal> s/,/),/
<Aris_TGD> Ars?
Arsenal force-feeds Chan salt pork, then forces him to down it with a glass of 
hard whiskey.
<Arsenal> Aris: sure
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<Aris_TGD> You can say no, but I won't send the file until you tell me to. :)
<KillJoy_> Ay
KillJoy_ is now known as Trent
Aris_TGD: DCC SEND dark-destroy.txt (209.30.189.161)
<Arsenal> 'lo KJ
<Aris_TGD> Oh, damn, it's one of those with lotsa background, too.
Chan_ling has a puke fit and passes out on the floor
<Aris_TGD> ... just take it that it's NES, therefore needs to make no sense.
<Aris_TGD> And it's really dark, it's a cut into a middle of a conversation, 
and, uh... Morden's in a really bad place righ now.
Aris_TGD sets mode: +o Trent 
<Aris_TGD> But I think that's ... obvious. ;)
Aris_TGD smiles innocently at Ars and waits for him to react.
<Arsenal> *ow*
<Aris_TGD> This is the kind of stuff I write when I'm in a good mood. :)
<Aris_TGD> *happiness and light grin*
<Arsenal> I'd hate to see what happens when you're in a bad mood.
<Arsenal> ohyeah... "Everybody dies!" :)
<Aris_TGD> Heeee :)
<Aris_TGD> :)
Aris_TGD thinks that at this point in the scene, a certain someone passes out 
from blood loss.
<Chan_ling> Ars: I thought of a few more bands to do songs from.
<Arsenal> later, 'k?
<Chan_ling> 'k
<Arsenal> hrrm... shouldn't that be s/ling/Ling/?
Chan_ling is now known as Chan_Ling
<Chan_Ling> better?
<Arsenal> yeah
Ru-chan [whtstar2@pop03-1-ras1-p22.barak.net.il] has joined #Rifts
Trent sets mode: +o Ru-chan 
Trent looks up. Sees Aris be here. Grins.
Aris_TGD looks innocent?
Aris_TGD is now known as Chadrick
<Chan_Ling> Hey Ru-chan
<Ru-chan> * Aris looks like dead meat.
Chadrick looks like very dead meat.
Trent whistles innocently. Yeah. That's it.
Chadrick would like to please not be dead by session end... somehow...
<Chadrick> Not likely. ;)
<Trent> Hmm... how good are ye at fast talking?  ;)
<Ru-chan> :)
<Ru-chan> Trent: Hint: Better than very good. ;)
<Chadrick> :)
<Trent> Or, failing that, breaking the sound barrier on foot.
<Chadrick> Not so good at that one. :)
<Arsenal> 'lo Ship (brainlag)
<Chadrick> "Look, uh, before you kill me, I'd like you to know that I did 
nothing. Illegal, that is. I mean, I got her drinks, but she was already drunk, 
I mean, free beer at the party at all, I mean, I'm sorry, I-uh-I-uh-I-uh- I 
didn't touch her please God have mercy!"
<Chadrick> %)
<Trent> *LOL*
<Ru-chan> *snickercackle*
Arsenal ponders which of his three characters he'll play tonight... prolly start 
with Reed... after that, who knows.
<Chan_Ling> Is Vander gonna be late?
<Arsenal> I think so... he said he'd be working late, IIRC.
<Ru-chan> Dunno... but Anya is. Possible that she won't be in at all. She said 
to go ahead and start without her.
<Chan_Ling> I have to work til 8 on Saturdays so I'm ok.
Shadur returneth
<Chan_Ling> Say hi to Tammy for me.
<Arsenal> Chan: she's right here.
<Chan_Ling> hi
<Chan_Ling> Tammy: do you guys have that new pizza happy meal yet
Shadur looks up... dwagin-chan: What would that be? 
<Arsenal> she says "what pizza happy meal?"
<Chan_Ling> oh ok some places aren't selling it.
<Chadrick> Shad: Mmmm?
<Shadur>   Aris_TGD| Wanna read something really scary?
<Chadrick> Oh, that.
<Chadrick> O:)
<Arsenal> be afraid. be very afraid.
<Chadrick> It's an NES thing that I destroyed a while back.
<Shadur> innocent lil' dwagin? 
<Arsenal> my response was "*ow*"
<Chadrick> Rob asked me to rewrite it, so I did.
Shadur isn't?
Chan_Ling shutters at the potential of him and Vander working together.
<Chan_Ling> brb
Ru-chan goes to grab food and coffee :9 - brb
<Chan_Ling> bak
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Trent sets mode: +o J-Rock 
<Arsenal> 'lo JR.
<Shadur> moo, GM
<Trent> Ay, JR
<J-Rock> heywo.
You are now known as Reed
J-Rock is now known as JRdaGM
<JRdaGM> Still waitin' on UL?
Shadur gets into his foamrubber crest
<Reed> I think he'll be a little late...
Shadur is now known as Ch`Dith
<Ch`Dith> Dammit, this is getting loose again. Anyone have any prop glue left? 
<Reed> Catch.
Reed tosses Ch`Dith the crazy glue
Trent ponders going upstairs to grab his new Megadeth CD>
<JRdaGM> Well, seeing as how we have all the players in place for my homage to 
Rumiko Takahashi...
<Ch`Dith> Thankye
<Trent> -> +.
Trent slashes his typist with his Katana, tosses him into the medium sized black 
hole that was formerly a pile of dead typists. (Damn, I love this sword!)
Ch`Dith blinks at that name, ponders running
<Trent> No Anya or Will tonight?
Reed ponders naming his next character "Takataru"
<Reed> Trent: I think Will
Reed drops an anvil on his typoist
<Reed> Trent: I think Will's running late.
<Trent> Ahh
<Chadrick> And Anya's at the wake.
<JRdaGM> Reed: I actually named a character for Ataru, but I couldn't remember 
how to spell the last name.
<Trent> Ow.
<Reed> so she might not even be in tonight.
<Ch`Dith> wake? Oh, for that bonfire tardegy? 
<JRdaGM> Chad: A wake?  Did Cal lose?
<Chadrick> ChD: No, Cal lost teh Game.
<Ch`Dith> Aieee. 
Reed kills da dwagon's typoist
JRdaGM fingers his black armband. "Lest we forget."
Ru-chan returns with a bit too much. ;)
<JRdaGM> Shad: Besides, my particular wake's gonna be on Monday night. Might be 
worth missing Raw for.
<Reed> Oh, well, my PV Bears won the Eastern Conference finals for the first 
time ever... now we're going to State. :)
<Reed> 21-12 against a team everyone said was "better"
<JRdaGM> Reed: Speaking of which, did you know my HS is entering Round Two of 
the playoffs undefeated?!?!
<Reed> JR: cool
<JRdaGM> Reed: ESPECIALLY since the place was a vacuum cleaner factory when I 
left.
<Reed> funny thing, tho... the only two losses we had all season we avenged in 
the semi-finals, and then the finals. :)
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Trent sets mode: +o MacRae 
<JRdaGM> oi Mac
<MacRae> Ooh. Isser a sesh tonight?
<Reed> 'lo, minor-druggie
<Trent> Ay, OtherDruggie
MacRae thought it was tomorrow, or something....
MacRae is now known as Vix
<Reed> Mac: things changed back to how they were originally.
<Vix> d'oh. :P
<Chan_Ling> bbiafm
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<JRdaGM> I was about to ask him... Is Meeth unveiling another new character?
Ru-chan looks up.... who're we waiting for?
<Reed> JR: changeling techno-wizard he cooked up, methinks...
<Reed> ru: Will and UL.
<Reed> Anya's pretty much excused...
Reed finds himself falling back into GM-ship, stops himself.
JRdaGM watches a tape delayed broadcast of Holyfield-Lewis II. Wow. Round 7 
produced the highest workrate of the two fights so far.
<Vix> ARGH. Someone sent me a .zip file containing...... SEVEN MORE ZIP FILES, 
EACH CONTAINING TWO ZIP FILES, EACH CONTAINING ONE TEXT FILE. >%(
Vix sends back a rant. 
<Reed> Vix: *ow*
<JRdaGM> Mac: errrf? What the bloodly hell was that for?
<Ch`Dith> vix: Shoot 'im
<Vix> JR: I have no idea. :P
<JRdaGM> What's the name of those dolls that fit inside each other?
<Vix> The Slavic ones?
<Ch`Dith> Mamushka?
<Chadrick> The nesting dolls?
<JRdaGM> Chad: *nodnod*
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Trent sets mode: +o UpLink 
UpLink is now known as Vander
<Vix> mooul
<Vander> Oi!
<Reed> oi! Runt!
<Trent> Ay, Runt!
<Chadrick> All right!
<Chadrick> Now we just need Will...
<JRdaGM> oi UL!
<Trent> Heeey... now we can ressurrect an old tradition, no?
Reed commences the Hobbit-Stomping, empties his clip of ramjet rounds into 
Vander's skull
<Chadrick> Of course. :)
<Vander> ow
<JRdaGM> Trent: By all means!
<Trent> (I'll take that as a yes)
Ch`Dith pounces daa hobbit. Splut.
Chadrick conjures several rocks. Large ones. Summarily shoves them down Vander's 
throat
Reed then does brain surgery using the Zweihander.
Trent picks up Vander by the ankles, uses him as a sledgehammer to break up 
chunks of granite.
<Reed> + through the ear
<Vander> JR: Those Who Hunt Elves. New Dominion Tank Police meets Final Fantasy 
meets Record of the Lodoss War meets the Simpsons meets Monty Python :)
Ru-chan changes topic to "Tonight on #rifts: Return of the Hobbit Bashers!"
<JRdaGM> Van: Told ya it was worth it. =)
<Vander> JR: TWHE has replaced my old fave :)
<Ch`Dith> Van: Record, digitize and hourk it at dwagon. Then maybe I'll let you 
avoid the fate that awaits all who bask in having anime on TV as long as .nl 
doesn't air any
Chadrick assumes she should look for this next tiem she's at Legends?
<JRdaGM> Chad: AYE
Chadrick watches personal pronouns get really screwed up. ;)
<Vander> Ch'D: If I can :)
<Vix> Ack... something's going on... dammit, I'm getting dragged off somewhere. 
Sorry, all... maybe I'll be back later. :P
<Vander> Chad: HAI!
<Vander> :)
<Chadrick> Ta, Vix. :P
Ch`Dith corrects himself. They do air Pokemon in the mornings. Dubbed. Dutch 
dubbed. Get me my rocket launcher.
Vix curses, and kicks things.
<Reed> cya, Mac. :P
Trent hmms, wonders how long it's going to take to drain his bank accounts at 
the rate he's going.
<Vander> Later Vix
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Trent hands Ch`D a BFG 10k. Will that do?
<JRdaGM> Ch'D: Would you prefer the pattern for a Pikachu-skin bag?
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Ru-chan sets mode: +o rob` 
<JRdaGM> oi observer.
<Ch`Dith> Yes please.
rob` moos
<Ch`Dith> Rob: Hobbitstomping is in progress. Grab something heavy and join in
Ru-chan eyes the time. Didn't Will say he'd also be late? *logrummagethrough*
<Vander> Pikachu devolves to Pimpachu, who devolves to Phreakachu
<Ch`Dith> yeah
<JRdaGM> I thought DS was planning to rejoin the group.
<Chadrick> Well, let's just start?
<Ch`Dith> DS is playing Death atm... and he is needed
<rob`> shad; 'sokay, i've got other stuff cooking right now though
<JRdaGM> Is DS on #tjab?
<rob`> yes
<JRdaGM> let him know that I'll be needing his appearance on here in 30 mins.
<Ch`Dith> done
<Ru-chan> Less. :)
<Vander> Ars: I ran everything out, with the exception of the cost of pre-Rifts 
music fro the NSCHQ budget. Vander's still got a tidy stash for emergencies
<Vander> +m
<JRdaGM> --- Game Start: "Your death: ___ With your boots on ___ Without your 
boots on ___ With one boot on, one boot off"
<JRdaGM> +---
<Trent> *chuckle*
<Chadrick> *snicker*
rob` cackles.
<Reed> 'k... might I suggest making WNSC a talk radio station?
Chadrick looks at the form, checks "Without your boots on"
<Reed> 's cheaper
<Vander> Reed: *nod* At least for now, anyway
<Ch`Dith> "Vander's Advice To The Broken-Hearted" ? 
Ch`Dith ducks
<JRdaGM> We open with Trent kicking in the door to the room where Ru and Chad 
had their little beer blast.
<Vander> Ch'D: heehee
Ru-chan eeps and turns around.
<JRdaGM> Chad is passed out.
Chadrick looks up groggily, sees a mountain of po'ed Juicer boring down on him
<Chadrick> I'd wake up at that. ;)
<Chadrick> <OOC> Actually...
<Chadrick> <OOC> I won't contradict the GM. Passes out it is.
<JRdaGM> Trent: You find that the only article of clothing that was removed was 
Chad's boots. Apparently, he passed out before he could get the rest of it off.
<Vander> BBI15 Foodrun
Vander is now known as VanFoodge
<Trent> <OOC> Good for him... he might live that way.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Wake up! Time to have someone reach a hand down your throat and 
pull out your lower intestines!
<JRdaGM> Chad: I'll rule that you did manage to look up, see Trent, and 
mercifully finish passing out.
<Chadrick> %)
Trent cracks his knuckles. "You know Ru, out of all the places you'd end up with 
that," *gestures at Chadrick* "this is pretty close to the bottom.
Ru-chan glares at Trent.
<Trent> +"
<Trent> +I figured  -typist.
<Ru-chan> "Yeah, and this is your business why? It's my life!"
<Chadrick> <OOC> Okay, make that seeing a po'd juicer in double vision. ;)
JRdaGM changes topic to "Tonight on #rifts: Unconscious People Have No Rights."
Reed changes topic to "Tonight on #rifts: Unconscious People Have No Rights... 
When Juicers Are Involved."
Chadrick is now known as Chad-out
<Trent> "Yeah, it is your business, even if you're screwing it up."
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<Prozac> [DarkSide] It's DarkSide!  Wai!
Reed sets mode: +o DarkSide 
<Reed> oi, DS
DarkSide waves.
<JRdaGM> <voice=Gauntlet voice> "Welcome, Death."
<Trent> Ay, DS.
Ch`Dith OOCly changes DS' info line to +++ BIG RED LEVER TIME +++ QUERY +++ 
<Ru-chan> "So why would you get involved? It's not like I got dragged here. I 
wanted to come!"
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<DarkSide> <OOC> Dwagon: %)
Ru-chan sets mode: +o Will 
<Reed> 'lo Will
<Will> THankya Ru.
<Will> Vander is Food-getting... This implies game has not started yet?
Ch`Dith OOCly does not guttermind at that RuComment. But it's getting hard
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> No, we just started with the interesting part. 
<JRdaGM> Will: Actually, it has. We're handling the homage to Rumiko.
<Ru-chan> <OOC> Will: No, just that Van ain't involved. :)
<Will> Okay.  Somebody hourk me a log so far?
Will goeth to the bar for further comments...
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JRdaGM OOCly smells bird meat.
<Reed> 're Meeth
<Will> <OOC> Hiya Meeth.
Reed sets mode: +o meethos 
meethos: DCC Send meet_virginia.zip (216.37.173.190)
<Trent> "You know, did it occur that you're more than a bit smashed?  You must 
be, to be here with him."
meethos is now known as Chan_Ling
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> And Trent tries desperately to talk about anything else but his 
feelings.
<Trent> <OOC> Well.... yeah.
<Chan_Ling> brb
<Ru-chan> "And what do you suddenly have against him? Yeah, he drinks a little, 
but he's sweet and considerate and a lot of other things. A lot of things you 
have to *chance* of being!"
VanFoodge is now known as Vander
<Vander> re
Ru-chan <OOC> 's enjoying herself. Can you tell? ;)
<Chad-out> <OOC> Note: I did not mean to have Chad be a slush. ;)
<JRdaGM> About this time, you hear movement on the stairs.
<Trent> "Damn it, can't you see he's just trying to get into your pants?!"
<JRdaGM> Chad: Noted.
<Ru-chan> "And how is it diffrent from what you've been trying? I guess he just 
did it better!"
<Chad-out> <ooc> <studio_audience> Ooooooooooooooooooooh.
<Reed> <OOC> *ow*
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> *wince*
<rob`> burn, baby, burn
<Vander> <OOC> Mommy! Make the nasty girl stop!
Reed [OOCly] wonders how this affects Trents detox plans....
Trent blinks.
DarkSide is now known as Death
<Will> <OOC>  JeRry!  JeRry!  JeRry!  JeRry!
<JRdaGM> A portly dude with a shotgun steps into the ruined door and cocks the 
weapon.
<Trent> *quietly* "Excuse me?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> o/~ It's been / three days since we had the scene / with the 
cheating lovers and the cousins that married o/~
<rob`> JR: way to bust up an uncomfortable moment
<Death> <ooc> *shhhh-ting* *grindgrindgrind*
<Vander> o/ Jerry! Jerry! Now the crowd starts their favorite chant / I should 
off my TV. I just can't o/~
Chan_Ling whittles himself a knife.
<JRdaGM> "Can't have you busting up the doors, son."
<Reed> o/~ I can't watch this. o/~
<Ru-chan> "You've been trying the same thing. Don't think I'm too dumb or too 
innocent to notice. And it must be eating you inside to know someone managed to 
do it better."
<Vander> <OOC> Chan: Hold off on all actions not associated with Ru, Chad, and 
Trent. Just sit back and enjoy the show
<Chad-out> <ooc> <studio_audience> OooooooooOOOOOOOOOooooooh.
Trent turns towards the guy with the shotgun, grabs it by the barrel and takes 
it away from him. "Go. Away."
<Chan_Ling> 'k
<JRdaGM> <OOC> o/~ Now here comes Jerry's next guest, and it's a slugfest / 
Cause it's her trailer trash brother o/~
<JRdaGM> The dude backs up, nearly falling through the door on the other side of 
the hall, before scurrying out of sight.
<Chad-out> <OOC> Thanks a lot, GM, now he has a club!
<Chad-out> <OOC> ;)
<Vander> <OOC> Negative PR for the Company anyone? :)
Ru-chan <OOC> flashbacks to Annie's monologue - "The Springer Show". She did an 
awsome job on that. ;)
<Trent> <OOC> Bah, I had fists before.  What more do I need?  ;)
<Chad-out> <OOC> It's the image or something. ;)
Trent clicks on the safety and drops the shotgun onto the floor. "What, so now 
I'm some kind of sex crazed maniac? Is *THAT* what you think?"
<Ru-chan> "No, and neither is he. But you're both men."
<Vander> <OOC> Hey! Vander's a man, and hasn't tried to jump anyone since you 
met!
<Vander> ;)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Full marks for anatomical analysis, Ru-chan
<Ru-chan> <OOC> Vander is *nod* a man. Vander is not even close! ;)
JRdaGM OOCly cues "Wrong Way" by Sublime
<Ru-chan> s/nod/not/
<Ru-chan> "I don't think there was a single man I've met that could keep his 
hands out of his own pants, let alone a woman's!"
<Chad-out> <OOC> ... ... <studio_audience> Owwwwww!
<Reed> *ow*
Trent winces. "Well, I'm glad I'm finding these things out now. Sorry if I've 
been spending too much time note getting everyone killed."
Vander <OOC> ponders getting Ru a session with Dr. Hedzhrinker
<Trent> <OOC> Please tell me you don't have this person rolled up already.
<Reed> <OOC> Not yet.
<Vander> Trent: That'd be Ars. His char :)
<Reed> <OOC> but we have the personality down, tho. :)
<JRdaGM> <OOC> Worry when I see Dr. Scratchensniff.
<Reed> <OOC> "Ve need you to haff yer head zhrunk."
<Ru-chan> "The way you act, you seem to be trying really hard to get everyone 
killed. In fact," *grabs the gun off of Chad* "why don't you start right now?"
Ru-chan holds it out to Trent
<Chad-out> <OOC> eeeeep
rob` looks up.. snickers
<Trent> "With him?  Leave it with him."
rob` is away [taking care of a litshoad of stuff/l:on]
Trent walks over to Chad, hoists him up by the shirt, and slaps him, not hard 
enough to break anything. "Wake up, sleeping shitwad."
<Chad-out> "Mrrrrrrrrgnhhhh"
Chad-out is now known as Chadrick
<Trent> "Aww, all tired out from boozing it up?  Too bad."
Chadrick wakes up with a horrific pounding headache and a fuzzy feeling of 
lightness... blinks at the fuzzy image of a very mad juicer. "Uhh..."
<Ru-chan> "Trent, stop that! Let him go!"
Chadrick swallows and very rapidly says, "Look, uh, before you kill me, I'd like 
you to know that I did nothing. Illegal, that is. I mean, I got her drinks, but 
she was already drunk, I mean, free beer at the party at all, I mean, I'm sorry, 
I-uh-I-uh-I-uh- I didn't touch her please God have mercy!"
Trent sets Chadrick on his feet, with a slight push towards the wall.
Chadrick slams into the wall and blinks again. "Ow."
Ru-chan gets between the two. "Stop that!"
<Chadrick> "Uhh...."
<Vander> <OOC> Linewalker Sandwich!
Chadrick takes a deep breath and says, "I would, but he seems to have other 
ideas..."
Ru-chan turns around just long enough to growl "Shuddup" at Chad.
Chadrick nods wearily.
<Ru-chan> "Is that really the only things men have on their minds? Sex and 
violence? I should've known better in the first place!"
<Chadrick> . o O (Oh, sheeeeeeeiiiit, got the lady mad at me now... I am really 
screwed...)
<Chadrick> . o O (And, unfortunately, not literally either...)
rob` was gonna say
<Vander> <OOC> <Ru> "From now on, I'm only dating women!" >:)
<Reed> *OW*
Trent smiles crookedly down at Ru. "Your idea."
<Chadrick> <OOC> <Kasia> Sorry, Ru, but you're not my type.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> o/~ My life makes perfect sense / Sex 'n drugs 'n violence... 
o/~
Ru-chan <OOC> hangs Vander from the ceiling by his ankles and lets Trent play.
<Trent> <OOC> Someone check Ch`D's pulse.
JRdaGM OOCly gets flashbacks to "The Sex Monster". Man, was that movie screwed 
up.
Reed is getting "Kentucky Fried Movie" flashbacks...
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> What, you haven't ever heard Knopfler sing Heavy Fuel? 
<Ru-chan> "Yeah. I made a bad choice. But not about him. He's been sweet and 
gentle and polite from the start. Do you know what any of the above *mean*?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> JR: In the metaphorical sense, I hope?
<JRdaGM> <OOC> Not just in that. It's about a couple that takes on a third woman 
for a threesome and she wants to hit on every woman in sight as a result.
<Ru-chan> "And what right do you think you have, meddling in my affairs like 
this?"
Chadrick stays on the wall
Ru-chan is turning rather red.
<Chan_Ling> JR: do you have my character sheet?
<JRdaGM> CL: Neg
<Vander> <OOC> <Trent> "Because, you screwed-up little witch, I'm in LOVE WITH 
YOU!!!'
<Trent> "Because... I thought I cared."
<Chan_Ling> Jr check if you get the whole file
<Ru-chan> "You *thought* you cared? That's probably the worst excuse for 
something I ever heard."
<Vander> <OOC> Ru: Hit him with a chair! :)
<Trent> "Oh, and it beats the 'He was paying for the drinks' excuse?"
<Ru-chan> <OOC> Vander, shut up!
<Reed> <OOC> chair, my ass... go for the fist in his eye.
<Ru-chan> "Did I say that?"
Ru-chan growls at that.
<Chan_Ling> reed: I'll get it later.
<Trent> "No, of course you didn't say it.  You didn't really have to though, did 
you?"
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Trent sets mode: +o Death 
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Drop yer scythe on the connection?
<Ru-chan> "What do you think, that I'd get in bed with someone because he bought 
me some drinks? This just shows how pathetic you are. If you actually cared--if 
you *ever* cared about *anyone*--you might understand. But I don't think there's 
much chance of that.
Chan_Ling OCCLY sees a man riding a Pale horse
Death <ooc> shuffles his feet bashfully.
Death patpats Binky.
<rob`> <Death> Sorry I'm late?
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Death isn't late. It's usually the other guy.
Death hrmms, wonders what would happen if he tried to jump a ship in in the 
middle of another
<Death> blarg
<Reed> mischan?
<Death> misnet %)
<JRdaGM> LOL
<Reed> heh
<Trent> "Are you mental?  The last time you actually payed any attention to me 
was when I screwed up and started this whole thing.  Before that I was trying to 
help you get over... that.  So, as soon as we get back to the base and I get an 
opportunity to try to make all this shit up to you, you run off to go boozing 
with him!"
<Vander> *radioed* "Oi! Trent! Ru! If either o' you's alive answer the farking 
phone! And in case you're dead, Steve's gonna kill ya when ye get back!"
Ru-chan smashes her radio
Trent smashes his too, strangely enough.
<Vander> <OOC< That's coming out of your salaries :)
<Reed> *chuckle*
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> We're getting paid? 
<Ru-chan> "I wanted to have a good time. Is that not allowed? Or am I only 
allowed to have a good time with you?"
<Reed> <OOC> <Rick> What pay? I haven't seen one paycheck yet!
<Ru-chan> <OOC> *snicker*
<Chadrick> <OOC> %)
<Trent> "It's a bit fucking different when you end up in bed with the bastard!  
Damn it, somehow I though you actually cared."
<Chadrick> "I didn't..."
<Reed> <OOC> Trent and Ru both slap Chad. "Shuddap!"
<JRdaGM> <OOC> <Trent and Ru> "YOU STAY OUT OF THIS!"
<Vander> *radioed* "cracklecrackleSKWARKcracklebuzz"
<Chadrick> <OOC> That was kinda what I pictured. ;)
<Ru-chan> <OOC> <Trent and Ru> <voice src="Ares and Callisto">"Shuddup, 
Strife!"</voice>
<Chadrick> <ooc> *snickercackle* %D
rob` kinda gets the impression of a fixed outcome here.. :P
<Reed> rob: not really...
<Chadrick> <OOC> rob: You mean Chad Dies? :)
<Reed> chad coulda been dead a long time ago
<rob`> oh.. besides that. :)
<Ru-chan> "Yeah, I cared. But then I saw what an asshole you were.. well, that 
was like getting some sense knocked into me."
<Vander> <OOC> Not if he smarts and gets himself out of there :)
<JRdaGM> rob: Anything can happen here at the field offices of Frustrated, Inc.
<Death> <OOC> OH, COME NOW. IS IT REALLY ALL THAT BAD? PHILSOPHICALLY SPEAKING?
<Chadrick> <OOC> Van: Both Ru and Trent are blocking the way to the door. ;)
<Ru-chan> "And there you are, continuing said fine tradition."
<Vander> <OOC> Chad: When in doubt, make your own door :)
<Trent> "Oh, so what am I supposed to say?  'Oh go on Ru, get drunk off your ass 
with this bozo, I'll just walk off and leave the one thing I cared about.'  I 
make one mistake and I'm out on my ass?"
<Chadrick> <OOC> Yes.
<Chadrick> <OOC> ;)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Stay out of this. 
<rob`> <ooc> one mistake is good. :)
<Reed> <OOC> Dammit, Trent, she's looking for those three little words that are 
the hardest to be said.
<Reed> :)
<Vander> <OOC> Reed: "So long, *itch!"?
<Trent> <OOC> Dammit, I do have *SOME* clue, here.
<Ru-chan> "Well, you could start by giving me some freedom. You don't own me, 
you know!"
<Reed> Van: heheh
<Reed> well, those could work, too. :)
<Ru-chan> <OOC> o/~ You don't own me / I'm not just one of your many toys / You 
don't own me / Don't say I can't go with other boys o/~
<Chadrick> <OOC> o/~ You don't own me / I'm not one of your many toys / You 
don't own me... o/~
JRdaGM rummages for his Journey CD
<Chadrick> <OOC> ... jinx? :)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> If you two are quite done snuggling into one another's head... 
Reed [oocly] pops in some satch
<Vander> <OOC> The parts of Ru and Trent will be played by Celcia and Junpei
<Vander> :)
Chadrick <OOCly> would, but is uploading phantom, so is limited in music 
selection...
rob` sighs.. stupid printcard reader in the wrdstation died
<Trent> "Own you?  Excuse me, *YOU* were the one who came along with the rest of 
us in the first place."
<rob`> oh.. wait, it just started working again.  *sigh*
<Vander> <OOC> Only because we twisted her arm :)
<Ru-chan> "And not by choice, too!"
<Trent> "You don't think you couldn't have left later?"
rob` would, by the way, like to take this time to note just how bloody scary 
people who can hold notes for .. 11.5 or so seconds are
<rob`> </random>
<Reed> rob: thank you.
<Vander> <OOC> rob: You mean you can't?
<Trent> rob: Vocal or on an instrument?
<Will> <OOC>  I can do that in the mid range.
<Reed> if I hit between the tenor and soprano ranges, I can do that.
<Reed> baritone and bass, forget it
<Ru-chan> No, considering my bike was locked in the back of the fucking APC 
Brave Sir Trent acquired for us. And now that I finally make an independant 
move, you're here to stop me. What conclusions can we draw from this?"
<Ru-chan> +"
<Vander> <OOC> That Ru has some unnatural affection for her bike? :)
<Chadrick> <OOC> Van: *whap*
Reed kills Vander for that DTP ref.
<Trent> "That you never thought to open the hatch?"
<Ru-chan> <OOC> Van: Yes. It took a whole lot of work for me to steal that 
thing!
<Ru-chan> "Intrestingly, it was locked and you never gave me a key."
<Vander> <OOC> Ru: 'k Just don't name it Boniparte :)
<Chadrick> <OOC> Is 'Buonaparte' okay? ;)
<Reed> cha: *chuckle*
<Trent> "How very odd.  Are you telling me now that you couldn't have figure out 
a way to get a key?  We both know you're smarter than that."
<JRdaGM> o/~ It's been a mystery, and still they try to see / Why something good 
can hurt so bad o/~
<Vander> o/~ Particle board! Particle board! / Made from all kinds of piney wood 
o/~
Chadrick presses F2
Chadrick has kicked Vander from #Rifts (BOOM!)
<Chadrick> <OOC> That deserved that. ;)
<Reed> JR: IIRC, that's , _Escape_
Reed drops an anvil on his typoist
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<Vander> ^_^
<Reed> JR: IIRC, that's "Don't Stop Believing", off _Escape_
<JRdaGM> Reed: Very good. Name the song.
<Ru-chan> "I could *get* a key, but stealing from people who've treated me as 
nice as *they* have is not my thing. I can't do something like that." 
</bigboldlie>
<JRdaGM> Ehhnnnt!  "Who's Cryin' Now".
<Reed> well, I got the right side of the album correct. :)
<Vander> <OOC> Sure you could! Just smack the short guy in the head and 'borrow' 
his toolbelt :)
<Reed> <OOC> hell, just ask Rick to ulock the back hatch. :)
<Reed> unlock,e ven
<Vander> <OOC> Reed: *nod* :)
<Chadrick> <ooc> o/~ So you thought you could love me and leave me to die / 
Ohhh, baby / Can't do this to me, baby... o/~
<Ru-chan> <OOC> Reed: And Rick would do something for me... why?
<Vander> <OOC> Ru: Because he doesn't have a clue? :)
<Trent> "Right.  Fine.  Okay, you think I'm a complete and total asshole."  He 
reaches down and pulls out his pistol.
Reed sends the entire flock of typoists to the acid vats.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> *headbangs in a closed-roof car*
Reed sets mode: +o Vander 
Chadrick eeps softly
<Vander> <OOC> Reed: What are trying to do?! Create an army of Super Mutant 
typoists?!"
<Vander> -"
<Reed> <OOC> Van: Nah, just kill 'em.
<Reed> <OOC> Typoists take to acid like changelings to alcohol and salt
Trent flips it around and offers it to Ru butt first. "If I'm such a cruel 
asshole, and you don't want to see me again, fine. Take the gun, point it at my 
chest, and pull the trigger."
<Reed> <OOC> which pistol, btw?
<Trent> <OOC> The particle beamer.
<Vander> <OOC> Do it! Do it!
<Reed> <OOC> ah... messy
<rob`> DOIT!
<Vander> rob: Get out of my head or start paying rent!
<Trent> <OOC> Especially considering the fact that I'm not wearing armor
rob` forks over fittybucks and peers out vander's eyelids
<Reed> <OOC> Do it!
Ru-chan takes the gun. "Being melodramatic, are we?"
<Vander> <OOC> You too, Reed! Pay up!"
<Vander> -"
Reed hands Vander a $70 bill.
Trent closes his eyes and waits for something to happen. "It's better this way."
Ru-chan shoots the gun at the floor.
<Vander> <OOC> And kills the bartender :)
<Ru-chan> <OOC> *snicker*
Chadrick <OOC> ponders buying the vid of the Scarlet Pimpernel... carry on.
<Will> <OOC> Yeah, it almost certainly would go through to the floor below.
<rob`> and penetrates the Earth's crust to a depth of 100m, triggering an 
earthquake
<Reed> <OOC> and takes out the floor, five people at the bar, including the 
bartender, the bar itself, the floor under the bar, and the couple making out in 
the basement.  "Oops, there goes Rick's girlfriend."
Trent flinches. Cracks open one eye, and then the other as he notices no smoking 
hole in his chest.
<Vander> <OOC> Reed: :)
Ru-chan tosses the gun back. "And you just expected me to do what you say, eh? 
Even though it goes against everything I believe?"
<Chan_Ling> JR hold off on introducing me til next week.
<Chan_Ling> Ga2go
<Vander> Later Meeth
<Chadrick> <OOC> "Oh, Richard.... I tried to stay away... I thought I would 
never see you again... that you were out of my life..." You may kill me now.
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<Chadrick> <OOC> Not IC! Not IC! ;)
<Ru-chan> <OOC> Chad: *WHAP!!!* It's not *that* off, actually, I think... but 
still. *WHAP!!!*
<JRdaGM> ROFL
rob` makes whooshing sounds and passes his hand over his head.. yes, I have led 
a sheltered life
<Chadrick> <OOC> rob: Go rent Casablanca, dammit.
<Chadrick> ;)
<Trent> "Oh, so it's different when you're face to face with me.  Damn."
<Reed> <OOC> isn't that Death's line?
<JRdaGM> <SteveM-OOC> "I swear, this is no way to run a paramilitary strike 
force!"
<Vander> <OOC> By now, shouldn't Chad have tried to sneak out, or at least taken 
a seat, cracked open another brew, and take it as a soap opera?
<Chadrick> <OOC> Van? Stop telling me how to play my character.
<Reed> <OOC> if he wasn't smashed between Ru and the Wall, yes.
<Ru-chan> "Just tell me, would it be any diffrent to you if it was you instead 
of him and someone else in your place?"
<Vander> <OOC> "Actually, yeah. It'd take a lot more to get me drunk." :)
<Trent> "What, if I had taken you barhopping and someone else were standing here 
in love with you?"
<Ru-chan> "Yeah."  . o O (!!!)
<Chadrick> <OOC> <studio_audience> oooooooooh!
<rob`> slick
<Vander> <OOC> Those three little words Trent! Those three little words! "I like 
cheese." :)
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<Vander> ow :)
<Chadrick> Van: Not. Wise.
JRdaGM sets mode: +o Vander 
Trent sighs. "I don't know. I don't know what I'm doing here still. Sorry."
<Ru-chan> "Then why did you come?"
Vander <OOC> refrains from comment. But, oh! what a comment! 
<rob`> slap 'im.  you've got a hangover, you're emotionally charged... make it 
hurt in so many different ways.  mwahah.
<Chadrick> <OOC> I have an inkling what that would be, and I'm glad you 
refrained.
rob` ponders just shutting up.
<Trent> "Even after all of this... I love you."  He turns to go.
<Chadrick> <OOC> and rob, she might, but there's a large hole in the floor 
between them.
<rob`> ohright, raygun
rob` ducks
<Trent> "I'd hate to see you get into something you'd regret later."
<Ru-chan> . o O (!!!!)
<JRdaGM> <OOC> And the animator includes proper blushing effects.
Ru-chan takes a few steps back. Falls backwards on the bed. "Alohim adirim."
<Trent> <OOC> Animator?  Geez, when did that happen?  ;)
<Reed> <translation>?
<rob`> "elohim" = angel, doesn't it?
Chadrick articulates an ellipsis a few times.
<Trent> . o O (Uhm...)
<JRdaGM> o/~ Only so many tears you can cry til the heartache is over / And now 
you can say your love... will never die... o/~
<Vander> <OOC> rob: Nope
<Chadrick> "Look, Ru..."
<Ru-chan> Reed: Something like "Oh my God."
Chadrick clears his throat, then; "I should go."
<Vander> <OOC> Did it sound anything like [something he heard Ru say]? :)
Ru-chan looks up rather helplessly at Chad.
<Reed> <OOC> VANDER! Watch your mouth!
<Reed> :
<Reed> :)
rob` beats!  vander with large metal blunt objects!
<Ru-chan> <OOC> Chad: Careful not to fall into the hole in the floor!
Trent moves out of the way of the door, accidentally kicks the shotgun.
<Chadrick> "Ahh... I need to level with you, Ru. I mean, you're a wonderful 
person, but I *was* kinda just looking for a good time, I mean... I should go. 
Nothing happened, and... I should just..." *grabs his boots, skirts the hole, 
and heads down the stairs*
<Chadrick> I thought Trent was already gone.
<Trent> Hmm... hallway, going down.
<JRdaGM> Fortunately, the shotgun does not go off.
<Chadrick> Okay, well, this is about a minute after you leave.
<Trent> <OOC> Oh, good.
Trent eventually finds his bike, goes back towards the base.
Chadrick gets halfway down the stairs, pulls on his boots, then starts jogging 
back toward the base.
<Vander> *radioed* <voicesrc="BenStein"> "Anyone? Anyone?"
<JRdaGM> MEANWHILE....
Trent hears Vander on his bikes radio, pointedly ignores him.
Ru-chan picks up her mildly functioning radio. "Shuddup, Vander!"
Ru-chan stays in the room and cried for a little while. <ooc> "They left me with 
the bill for this stupid room! Waaaaa!" ;)
Death <ooc> snickers/
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> And the repair bill. 
<Chadrick> <OOC> But I paid for the drinks! ;)
<JRdaGM> <SteveM> "Let me see if I get this straight, Ms. Johnson. You're saying 
a shipment of an experimental prototype, bound for Houstown, was shot down by 
Coalition forces over the ruins of Dallas?"
<Trent> <OOC> Bah, just leave.  The bartender won't be coming back, methinks.
Reed wonders when the detail that the CS was involved came into play?
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Once he sees the big guy leave... 
<JRdaGM> Reed: Off camera.
Vander gives up trying to get Ru or Trent on the horn. *muttered* "Kids're 
probly too busy killing eachother ta care."
<Chadrick> <OOC> Van: You just got her.
<Will> *quietly* "Experimental prototype 'what'?  Anything that might be 
relevant to the job, that is."
<JRdaGM> <Ms. Johnson> "That's correct. The shipment was coming in from 
Kingsdale."
<Vander> <OOC> Chad: She trashed her radio
<Trent> !!!
<JRdaGM> <Ms. J> *to Vander* "That information is on a need to know basis."
<Will> ?
<JRdaGM> err, make that Will
<Will> .
<Vander> <OOC> JR: You mean *to Will*
<Reed> "So why'd they wait until it was over Dallas to shoot it down? Wouldn't 
it have been better to shoot it down over someplace they could retrieve it?"
<Reed> "Like Newtown?"
<Vander> *to Reed* "They probly could retrieve it in Dallas. That's likely where 
the AA guns were located."
<JRdaGM> <Ms. J> "We did have another mercenary company on board as guards. We 
don't know what happened to them."
<Vander> *to Steve* Think ya might wanna take some o' the special equipment I 
been workin' on while you were out?"
<Reed> "So, what is it you need us to retrieve?"
<Reed> "The plane, or just the cargo?"
Chadrick <OOC> watches Van be subtle as a brick. ;)
Chadrick is now known as Kasia
<Vander> <OOC> I ain't subtle :)
<JRdaGM> <Ms. J> "We are willing to pay $250,000 for the recovery of the 
prototype, with no more than $50,000 as an advanced payment. We will want the 
cargo, as the VTOL is more than likely non-functional."
Reed <OOCly> does brain surgery on the runt with his Zweihander... through the 
ears.
Vander perks up at that. "VTOL? Would that have a MATV capability, or just the 
usual manuevering stats?"
<JRdaGM> <Ms. J> "Speed is imperative in this mission. We don't know if the CS 
has already sent people to retrieve the prototype."
<Reed> "If it's crashed, does it matter?"
Kasia rolls her eyes. "Techie kids..."
<Reed> *whispered to Steve* "If it's worth as much as she says it is, jack the 
price, if you can.  CS involvement is more money.  At least, that's what Han 
Solo did."
<Vander> *to Reed* "Ho, yeah! All kindsa stuff I could do with a MATV! The 
Plow'd be nearly untouchable!"
<JRdaGM> Ms. Johnson conceals a chuckle at Kasia's remark.
<JRdaGM> <SteveM> "You said the CS might try to capture the prototype. They can 
bring an awful lot of firepower."
<JRdaGM> <SteveM> "And from what I've been hearing about Dallas, it's not a 
friendly place. Perhaps more substantial incentives would be in order."
<JRdaGM> <Ms. J> "I am authorized to offer no more than $350,000 at this time."
<Vander> *to Steve* "Can I see you for a bit? Outside?"
<JRdaGM> <SteveM> "If you will excuse me."
Kasia frowns at Steve, then turns to Ms. J. "Come on. We charge more than that 
for escort service... and this is a likely combat assignment."
Vander heads for the door
JRdaGM takes Vander to a room a couple doors down. "Not enough, isn't it?"
<Reed> Reed voices his agreement with Kasia.
<Kasia> "If you're going to offer us a palry thre hundred fifty thousand, you're 
sending us in without enough to purchase enough armor, ammo, weapons, and help 
to make it back alive... with your precious prototype.
<Vander> *to Steve* "If these people have operational VTOL craft and some new 
prototype they want desperately enough to hire mercs for, we can get a lot more 
than 350,000 for this job. I mean, go ahead and accept the money as is, it's the 
tech we could copy off them I'm think of."
<JRdaGM> <SteveM> "Then get new authorization, Ms. Johnson. If speed really is 
at a premium, then it should at least demand a premium price."
<Kasia> "Look at the facts, ma'am. If you want to send a suicide mission, you've 
come to the wrong place. We like to *spend* our money. And thank our clients. In 
person."
<JRdaGM> Ms. Johnson sighs. "Fine. $750,000. That's as high as I go."
Kasia empathyreads this Ms. J.
<JRdaGM> Kasia: She reads like she's telling the truth.
<Reed> "It's a nice down payment.  What about bonuses fo early delivery of the 
product, and expenses for weapons, ammo, and armor?"
<Reed> +r
<JRdaGM> "I can get the authorization to bump the figure to $1 million if you 
can retrieve the prototype before nightfall tonight."
<Reed> *eyebrowraise* "
<Reed> -"
Vander re-enters the room. "Chicken feed!"
Kasia nods. "Ahh. Then the 750,000 is our expense budget."
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<Kasia> "And the million the payment. That sounds a little better."
<Reed> "Mmm-hmm. And do you have a picture of what it is we're supposed to 
retrieve?"
<Vander> *to Kasia* "One million's a pettance for a prototype the CS is willing 
to kill for."
Kasia quickly telepathizes to see if she can catch the picture/any info on the 
prototype.
<rob`> i get the impresion that the CS'd be willing to kill for a ham on rye 
sandwich
<JRdaGM> "It will be in a gray box with red vertical bands, marked HUMAN 
ORGANS."
<Reed> "If they're the ones who *did* shoot it down.  Any number of bandit gangs 
could have done it as well."
<Trent> <OOC> Not really... the CS would be willing to kill for a new blender 
design
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Rob: If a D-Bee was holding it, sure
<Kasia> *whispered to Van* "That's why I said a 'little' better."
<Reed> "Some whackos will shoot at anything."
<JRdaGM> <Ms. J> "Please, we're not as big as Northern Gun or Wilk's, but you've 
got to help us."
<Vander> *whispered to Kasia* "If the CS is involved in any way, and given that 
I had to sweep a few bugs out of the base before you guys got back, I think this 
may be a trap."
<Will> <OOC> Van: You found no bugs Lt. Law set.
<Vander> <OOC> Oh?
<Reed> <OOC> remember, Reed's a Crazy saying this. :)
Kasia looks strangely at Reed.
<JRdaGM> <OOC> The only bugs were found by Snaga. *CRUNCH*
<Will> <OOC> He set one, which was destroyed and unrecognizeable.  He never set 
the other.
<Vander> <OOC> Ah. Scratch the last, then
<Reed> *to Steve* "Well, boss? Yes, or no?"
<JRdaGM> <SteveM> "What do you think, Reed?"
<Reed> "Well, Dallas isn't that far away, so we could do it in the timeframe.  
I'm more worried about the people who shot it down, and the rumors I heard about 
Dallas being haunted."
<JRdaGM> <SteveM> "Concur on that."
<Kasia> "Haunted? After what we've been through, you're worried about a few 
ghosts?"
<Will> brb... food has become insistent.
<Reed> "You never know what a poltergeist will do for a good laugh at others' 
expenses."
<Vander> *to all TPs* . o O (I'm going on this one! I want a look at this 
"prototype". Bet it's really a trap.)
<Kasia> Van: If you're not a telepath, you can't think at a telepath.
<Reed> <OOC> Well, he can think loud enough for a telepath to "overhear" it.
<Vander> <OOC> Has to be DCC from the TP?
<JRdaGM> <OOC> Reed: That's how we've normally been doing it, no?
<Kasia> "You never know what a Melter will do to a poltergeist who gets on her 
nerves."
<Kasia> <OOC> *shrug* Sorry, I just was rereading the book's rules on TP.
<Will> b
<Reed> <OOC> *nod*
Vander quickly stops thinking about whoopie cushions and the Plow's jumpseat
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<Kasia> <OOC> And since TP is an actual *skill* that has to be *activated*, and 
not a state of being... *shrug*
<Reed> <OOC> basically, the teep can "hear" surface thoughts.
<Kasia> <OOC> Reed: That's B5.
<Reed> <OOC> depends on the nature of the TP, actually... I was using "comic 
book" telepathy in most cases.
<JRdaGM> <SteveM> "So, $1 million, with $200,000 up front?"
<JRdaGM> <OOC> Kasia: Besides, you know how consistent Palladium is. ;)
<Reed> *to Steve* "Fair enough price. It's what I'd charge."
<JRdaGM> Ms. Johnson gives a resigned nod. "Yes."
<Kasia> *muttered to Steve* "I'm trying to think up a plan that will split up 
Ru, Trent, and that Chad guy..."
<Vander> *to Reed* "But you have no idea what good tech costs to produce."
<Kasia> <OOC> *to Van* "Neither do you. Good tech, that is..." ;)
Reed taps his cylinders with a quirky smile. "I know what I billed Marrissa 
Mundry for these things."
<Trent> heh
<JRdaGM> <SteveM> *to Ms. Johnson* "Then that's settled. If you will produce the 
advance payment, we can leave at once."
<JRdaGM> <SteveM> *muttered to Kasia* "$5 says he's already thought of one."
<Vander> *to Steve* "I'll meet ya in the motorpool."
<JRdaGM> <SteveM> *as Vander leaves* "Be ready for ANYTHING!"
<JRdaGM> <OOC> Is Ch'Dith doing anything besides flying around right now?
Kasia hmms... "Hey, say Trent and Will take Aengaela for a training run..."
<Ch`Dith> Heading back already... probably about to final approach
<Kasia> "We could take just about everyone else, leaving someone here to watch 
Chad and the others."
Vander mentally lists the stuff he's bringing. . o O (ReND, remote power locat, 
Boom Eggs...'Boom Eggs'? Where'd that come from?!)
<Kasia> "Or Ru could go with Aengaela and Will. Or whatever."
<JRdaGM> <OOC> Too much time playing Issachar, UL!
<JRdaGM> <SteveM> "What about both Trent and Ru?"
<Kasia> "Just... for some reason, I think having any combanation of two of the 
three is a bad idea."
<Will> "Aengaela?  On a mission, this early?"
<Reed> "Not without more training. She's not ready."
<Kasia> "Not on a mission. On a... what do you call it? A training field trip."
Vander makes sure the Hog's canopy is fastened tight, the missile sidecar is 
fully stocked, and the ReND charged
<JRdaGM> "Remains to be seen. I was thinking of putting Aengie and Ru with me 
and Ch'Dith as reinforcements if things get too out of hand."
Reed nods.
Vander gets several recording devices, loads them into the Hog's saddlebags
<Kasia> "Say, Will, you and Anya take her and Ru out into the city. Or 
something. I don't know what you're teaching that girl, but I'm sure you can 
think of something."
Trent pulls into the base, bypassing the gathering to park in the vehicle bay.
<JRdaGM> <SteveM> *to Kasia* "You mean Worth, or Dallas?"
<Vander> . o O (Pirated tech, the lifeblood of modern science!)
<Will> <OOC> In Rifts, true enough.
<Reed> "I'm going to get my bike primed.  A low-profile on this mission would 
probably be best. Besides, the APC is too slow."
<Kasia> "Worth, I'd say."
<JRdaGM> "Fair enough, as I don't see Ru or Chad back yet."
<JRdaGM> Steve goes over to check up on Trent.
Reed heads across the base to the motor pool, warms up his hovercycle and makes 
sure the missile launchers are loaded.
<JRdaGM> Ch'D: You're coming in on final... now.
Vander looks up from loading his Hog. "You OK, Trent?"
Ch`Dith soars over the city, almost home.
<Kasia> *glances out the window* "And there's Trent... I don't see any blood."
Kasia follows Steve.
Trent parks his bike and walks towards the barracks. "Yeah Vander. Wonderful."
<Trent> . o O (Well, she didn't shoot me...)
Reed also makes sure to grab about five packs of twinkies.
<JRdaGM> <SteveM> . o O (He doesn't sound too convinced of that..)
Ch`Dith swoops low over the compound, turns, drops and lands in the center.
<Vander> *muttered* "I let those kids outta my sight fer a few days, and they 
start shooting at eachother. That's the last mission I stay home."
Kasia looks over. "Ay, dragon."
<JRdaGM> <SteveM> "Found us a job, Trent."
Ch`Dith folds his wings in and walks toward the crowd. "Greetings."
Kasia wanders over to talk to Ch'Dith
<Trent> "Where and when?"
<Kasia> "Heard anything interesting I don't know about?"
Ch`Dith looks at Kasia coming towards him, stops, regards her.
<JRdaGM> "Right now, heading into Dallas."
<Ch`Dith> "Not really. Did anything happen here while I was away?"
<Trent> "Right.  Err... for how long?"
<Kasia> "Well, we got a job."
Reed makes sure he has a ramjet round in the chamber of his pistol before 
holstering it.
Vander pulls the Hog out to the courtyard
<Ch`Dith> "That seems good. Where are we headed?"
<JRdaGM> "Should be a simple smash-and grab, but don't go assuming that about 
Dallas."
<Kasia> "For another million. Damn, if this keeps up, I might have to go honest 
for life." *strained laugh*
Reed follows Vander.
<Kasia> "And we're headed to Dallas. Search-and-retreival."
<Trent> "Fun."
Ch`Dith quirks an eyebrow. "It may not be as bad as it seems from the 
outside..." almost musingly
Trent walks into the barracks, returns outside with his armor on, and various 
gear strapped onto him.
Vander ponders giving Trent the ReND, decides against it
<Kasia> "Hope so. You know anything about Dallas? Reed says it's haunted."
Ch`Dith looks over at Trent. More precisely, looks at Trent's manner of walking.
<Will> "Put Aengie with Anya, I'd say; as for myself, I'm curious about this 
secret project, not to mention the innards of Dallas; and besides, you might 
need someone who's a hand at something other than shooting things."
Reed realizes he's not wearing his armor, follows Trent's lead.
<Ch`Dith> "I have never been there. With regards to ghosts... Such and worse we 
have already faced before." 
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<Chadrick> <OOC> figure I might have to do some nickswitching...
<Reed> 're Chad.
Kasia chuckles. "That's what I said."
Ch`Dith looks at Trent some more... "What troubles him?"
<Vander> *to Ch'D* "Trouble with Ru and the new guy
<Vander> ."
Kasia shrugs. "I don't know... besides the obvious, that is.
<Kasia> +"
Reed makes sure his Gladiator helmet fits right... hasn't worn it since the 
operation.
Chadrick , about this time, makes it to the gate(on foot) and heads around the 
crowd to the barracks
<Will> <OOC> Uh, Chad?  IT's ~10 miles from Worth to the base, maybe more.  
Unless you can move 60 mph on foot...
<Trent> <OOC> .... to the surprise of everyone present, he is walking without 
any obvious injuries!
<Reed> <OOC> 20 miles? that'd take a good 2 hours running.
<JRdaGM> Steve spots Chad walking in, heads over to him now.
Ru-chan sneaks out of the room and walks up and down the town until the redness 
in her eyes go away and maybe she gets an idea of what to do now.
<Chadrick> <OOC> Say I hitched a ride. ;P
<Reed> <OOC> that works. :)
<Reed> <OOC> or made your own... conjuring works wonders.
<Vander> <OOC> Not on my Hog, you won't :)
<Chadrick> <OOC> Reed: Not with a hangover, it doesn't. ;)
Chadrick notices Steve, looks slightly guilty
Vander guns the Hog's throttle
<JRdaGM> <SteveM> "What exactly happened out there?"
<Vander> <OOC> *clutchclutchclutchCLONK* :)
Ru-chan <OOC> takes off.
<Reed> Cya, Ru
<Vander> Later Ru
Trent fires up his bike, ignoring the fact that his helmet is sitting by the GB.
<Will> G'nite Ru.
<Trent> cya, Ru.
<Kasia> Ta, Ru
Chadrick frowns. "Well, uhh... I can't remember much until after I passed 
out..."
<Ch`Dith> bai Ship-chan
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<Reed> Trent: oh, I factored it out... the helmet has 200 MDC to it.
<Trent> Reed: Yipe!
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<Trent> Reed: Ya know, at this point my *ARMOR* only has 65.
<Reed> that's only 90 off what it has before ya started shooting at the GB...
<Reed> the GB head has 290 MDC
<Trent> Heh.
<Vander> <OOC> And I have yet to repair any of you peoples' eqipment
<Trent> <OOC> Yep.  I'll live.
<Chadrick> "Anyway, when I woke up the juicer was hitting me... I was mostly 
glued to the wall for most of the argument."
<Reed> "Hey, boss! Who's in charge? You, or the druggie?"
<Vander> *to Chad* Hey, I left orders with the kitchen guy. Go near the keg and 
you get shot!"
Chadrick rubs his temple and shoots a pained look at the hobbit. "Right now," he 
says slowly, "alcohol is the *last* thing I want. Right after a solid pounding 
by that juicer."
<JRdaGM> <SteveM> "You're lucky he let you live. Better go see the doctor. We 
just had a rush job coming down the pipe."
<Vander> <OOC> "I swear I'll never have another drink! Bartender, get me a 
beer!"
<Vander> :)
<Reed> <OOC> <Jalil> "Take two of these, and call me in the morning."
Will realizes he has no idea what transportation, if any, he would take to 
Dallas.  Stands around in the courtyard looking bemused.
Chadrick nods, then heads for the barracks. Right now, a shower is in order. 
Yeah, that's the ticket. And that girl's still stuck in town... damn. Something 
has to be done about that."
<Chadrick> -"
<Reed> <OOC> do we have running water in the barracks yet?"
<Vander> *to Will* "If yer lookin' fer a ride, there's more hovercycs in the 
motorpool."
<Vander> <OOC> Reed: No.
<Chadrick> <OOC> Vander had a week or so to tinker with it...
<Will> *to Van*  "Can't fly one.  Anything with wheels?"
<Chadrick> <OOC> Van: Why not?
<Vander> <OOC> Chad: Because I was busy with the barracks electrical and the 
motorpool
<Chadrick> *shrug* *looks for a place with showers*
<Vander> <OOC> There anything in the trailer you might be able to use?
<Will> <OOC> Anything with a steering wheel and at least four tires.
<Reed> <OOC> that'd be Anya's jeep...
<Vander> <OOC> Too bad Fred stole Raenar's HumVee :)
<Reed> <OOC> (ya shoulda bought some armed pickups)
<Trent> "Hey... shouldn't we leave someone behind... just in case?"
Chadrick <ooc> supposedly </ooc> finds a shower, gets cleaned up, changed, 
shaves, visits the outhouses, and finds the doc to get some aspirin. Total: 1 
hour.
<Will> <OOC> We're leaving Anya, Jalil, and Aengie, plus bots and flunkies.  
Want someone more heavily armed?
<Vander> *to Trent* "We have the guard bots. Will and the wingbabe should be 
enough."
<Chadrick> <OOC> and Chad.
<Reed> <Aengie> *shoots Vander a glare from the barracks rooftop*
<Trent> <OOC> Vander, isn't Will coming?
<Vander> <OOC> Dunno. Does he have a ride?
<Chadrick> <OOC> And Ru, if she doesn't get back in time to leave for the 
mission. ;)
Will flips Anya for who goes and who stays, wins for plot's sake.  Takes the 
jeep.
<Reed> <OOC> chad: she wouldn't, methinks.
<Trent> <OOC> Doubt that, she wasn't coming towards the base yet.
<Chadrick> <OOC> seeing as she has no transportation from Worth? She's not gonna 
make it. :)
<JRdaGM> "Chad, you're sticking around here."
Chadrick nods at Steve, whenever this takes place. "Sure."
<Trent> "All right, they should be enough.  Besides, it's not like we're going 
to be going that long, right?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Thunder rolls... a six.
<Vander> *radioed to Trent* "Depends on how much I can mooch off this prototype 
we're after."
Reed devours a pack of twinkies, flips his helmet's faceplate down. "I'm ready."
<Trent> "Yeah, let's get out of here."
<Vander> <OOC> Radios. The techie's telepathy :)
Kasia <OOC> picks a card, any card: 3 of pentacles. Work.
JRdaGM gets his armor, and a few weapons. "Let's go then. Ch'Dith, stay close!"
Reed takes off at a normal speed, keeping close to the Jeep.
Vander turns on the Hog's radar and follows Steve
Ch`Dith nods and leaps to the air
Will joins the convoy.
Kasia is with Steve, I assume.
<Vander> *muttered* "I have got to rig some radar for that lizard."
<JRdaGM> So who's all staying again?"
Trent brings his bike up to speed. A normal speed. At a normal rate of 
acceleration.
<JRdaGM> Kasia: yes.
<Reed> Anya, Chad, Jalil, Aengie, and NPCs...
Reed sets mode: +o rob` 
<Kasia> <OOC> And Ru!
<Reed> Kas: she's not there to leave behind.
<Trent> Ru's in town.
<Kasia> <OOC> So? ;)
<Vander> <OOC> Ru was left way behind
<Death> details, details
Kasia <OOC> picks another card: The Judgment
Trent idly runs stuff through his head. Stuff he should have done differently. 
Stuff he shouldn't have done. Etc...
<Reed> <OOC> Kas: Tarot... you proficient?
<Trent> <OOC> Gee, I hope nobody ambushes me!  ;)
Will OOCly waves the Hanged Man in front of Kasia.  Skepticism.  Pleeze.
Vander <OOC> rips a Hershey's Kiss out of its armour, tears off it's loin cloth, 
and devours it raw! "yummmmmmmmmm"
<Kasia> <OOC> Reed: Not really proficient. I have a deck... Ship has my other 
one.
<Kasia> <OOC> Will: You're a skeptic, or you're saying I'm one?
<JRdaGM> ah
<Kasia> <OOC> *slightly dangerous tone of voice*
Will *is* OOCly fairly proficient at Tarot, for purposes of debunking by 
performance of example those who claim it is real.
<Kasia> Well. I'm happy for you.
<Kasia> You can find your own path, but please let me choose mine.
Vander <OOC> prefers to have as little to do with divination as possible
<JRdaGM> And I think that'll be a wrap for this evening
<Vander> JR: 'k
<Kasia> JR: Thanks.
Kasia is now known as Aris_TGD
Vander is now known as UpLink
Trent is now known as KillJoy
You are now known as Arsenal
Ch`Dith is now known as Shadur
<JRdaGM> Better than last sesh, methinks.
<Arsenal> <OOC> I dabble myself.  I find them open to a lot of interpretation.
JRdaGM is now known as J-Rock
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<Will> JR: Quick question for future planning... the Jeep is open-sided, or no?
<Arsenal> speaking of which... XP?
<J-Rock> I'll say opentopped
<KillJoy> Whee... nobody died!
<J-Rock> Ars: haven't had a chance to sit down with the last log.
<UpLink> KJ: Meeth wasn't here. :)
<KillJoy> UL: Point.
<UpLink> Ars: You and Tammy swinging in tomorrow?
<Arsenal> yeah... is he gonna be using both Chan and Rick, or just Chan?
<UpLink> Ars: Dunno. Probly roll up new chars or use whatever's on hand
<Will> JR: Not to mention, XP for Lt. Law.  I'm still waiting on those two (was 
XP given out for Vander-sesh?  I don't have it listed...)
<UpLink> BTW Get the Bahlaki and Hobbit RCCs up
<Arsenal> (that last was about Meeth in this sesison)
<J-Rock> Will: Hang on, I got Law's XP right here.
<UpLink> JR: I haven't done anything with that, sorry.
<J-Rock> Law walks off with a cool 400 XP
rob` doth moo.
UpLink baas back in defiance
Arsenal just shoots the both of you. Go groundhogs!
<J-Rock> LOL
Death SPEAKS IN ALL CAPITALS.
<J-Rock> I was about to neigh
<UpLink> Ars: I'll have to get the groundhog back into the Sheeple 'toons :)
<Will> JR: Which all is that, anyway?  Both?
<UpLink> Later folx
<KillJoy> cya, UL.
<Arsenal> hold on, UL
<J-Rock> Will: That was for my sesh
<UpLink> 'k
<Arsenal> UL: I'm not sure if Tammy and I can make it...
<UpLink> Ars: 'k
<Arsenal> what time?
<J-Rock> As soon as UL gets done with his... you'll have the second half.
<UpLink> Ars: Any time after 1?
<Arsenal> 'k... we'll try.
<Arsenal> no guarantees, tho
<UpLink> JR: I'll have to get the log off of one of you
<UpLink> Ars: OK If you can't, just call
<UpLink> Later
Arsenal hrrms... Reed should have at least one piece of fake ID, methinks... put 
that forgery skill to good use.
<Arsenal> Cya, UL
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<Arsenal> after 4 rolls, I get one that passes on the forgery skill roll. :P
<J-Rock> Ars: how does that one expression go when you get a level in Fallout?
<Arsenal> hrrm... not sure.
<Arsenal> "You have gone up a level" is what I remember.
<J-Rock> Something about an arbitrary increase in something... your char says 
that. Or is that just in F2?
<Arsenal> prolly just F2
<KillJoy> Hasta, ppl.
<Aris_TGD> Ta, KJ
<rob`> goodbye.
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Arsenal ponders... since Meeth wants to play his techwiz, where's that leave 
Rick?
<Aris_TGD> Ars: *shrug*
<Shadur> Car accident.
<rob`> needing a paddle?
<Will> Recaptured by the CS!
<Shadur> Or an NPC
<Shadur> Will: Let's not get cruel
<Will> ;^)
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
<Arsenal> by my reckoning, the NSC will have a war chest of 18 million once this 
mission's over..
J-Rock nods
<Arsenal> typical "grunt" salary is $2000/mo... that's fine for Rick, Aengie, 
and the rest of the NPCs...
Death hovers ethereally.
<rob`> death needs a new hobby
<Aris_TGD> <Kasia> "Oh, you don't have to give me a paycheck, Steve. I'd just 
like a nice diamond ring..."
<Aris_TGD> ;)
<Will> Don't say that!  He might recruit an apprentice and go out to try it!
<Will> ;^)
<rob`> whap
<Arsenal> Juicers, Crazies, and Cyber-Knights command 20%-60% more than that.
<Death> NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT... HMMMM.
<Arsenal> Practicioners of magic are +10% to +40% that.
<Shadur> And dragons?
<Arsenal> dragons are +10% to +50% base pay.
<Arsenal> frequently +10% per level of experience
<Arsenal> adult dragons start at 200%-300% base pay and goes up from there.
<Arsenal> and often includes part of the profits.
<Shadur> Ars: Adult dragons go for "Whatever they ask, dammit."
<Arsenal> usually. :)
<Will> Scholars work for -10% to -30% base pay, often on temporary certification 
and and subject to hiring shifts.  </political satire>
<Arsenal> Melters start at +50% to +300% base pay.
<Aris_TGD> Heh. ;)
<Arsenal> again, depends on level... only those of 8th level of higher can 
command the 300% base.
<Aris_TGD> Awww. ;)
rob` ~
<Arsenal> typically, a company will charge enough to cover all estimated 
operating expenses for the job, plus an additional amount that should cover any 
equipment lost, used up, or destroyed in the operation.
<Arsenal> this includes salaries, food, supplies, and maintenance.
<Arsenal> the example in the book about a company with 100 million dollars worth 
of equipment could lose up to one-tenth of that in battle, so he charges 10 
million for estimated expenses, adds the total of salaries, then a 2 million 
profit margin.
<Arsenal> total price for the job: 20-30 million.
<Arsenal> one-shot missions (like the one we're on) usually pays 25% to 50% less 
than that.
<Arsenal> and in this case, we never discussed salvage rights..
<Aris_TGD> o/~ I wanna find me a carnival / Outside of town / A tilt-a-whirl 
setup / With a merrry-go round... / Cotton candy fingers and a sno-cone mouth / 
I wanna roll you in sawdust / Till they run us both out... o/~
<Arsenal> hrrm... Steve, Trent, Vander, Jalil, Kasia, Ru, Ch`Dith, Will, Anya, 
Reed, Rick, Chad, Chan, Aengie... I miss anyone?
<J-Rock> nah
<Arsenal> hrrm... going by the CWC base pays...
<Will> If you're counting up salaries for budget purposes, remember flunkies get 
paid too.
<Shadur> *thud*
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<Arsenal> Captain: 3500, 1LT: 2800, 2LT: 2500, Warrant Officer: 2200, Sergeant: 
1900, Staff Sergeant: 2000, Corporal: 1800, PFC: 1750, Private: 1700, non-mil: 
1000
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Arsenal counts Trent as a 1LT, Vander and Jalil as WOs...
<Arsenal> other than that, what's the basic ranking system?
Will has no clue of his position.  Non-mil?  If I get room and board, I'm fine 
with it.
<Will> +use of base resources.
Arsenal places Aengie at Private level, Rick at PFC...
Aris_TGD goeth - sleepage.
<Will> G'nite.
<Arsenal> Cya, Aris
<Arsenal> hrrm...
<Aris_TGD> Tataa!
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<Arsenal> I figger, since Reed, Ch`Dith, Will, and Anya are becoming "advisors", 
they'd be ranked between Sergent, Staff Sergeant, Sergeant First Class, or 
Master Sergeant...
<Arsenal> Ch`Dith would be a Master Sergeant, methinks.
<Will> I'd rank Ch`Dith higher, since he also fights front-line.
<Will> At least, high among the choices listed.  Master Sergeant's fine.
<J-Rock> Ch'D would fall around Sgt. Major
<Arsenal> Reed would be happy to be a Sergeant or Staff Sergeant... front line 
soldier, second in command of a platoon.
<Arsenal> JR: 'k
rob` randoms
<Arsenal> what's Kasia's position in all this?
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<Arsenal> I suggest starting Chad off at Private level.
<Arsenal> Anya and Will could be Staff Sergeans or Warrant Officers.
<Arsenal> Warrants are usually administrators rarely found on the front line
<Arsenal> Will?
<J-Rock> hmm... probably place her around the staff NCO / warrant officer / 1LT 
line
<Will> Whatever's fine by me.  Long as I get to keep chronicling the adventures 
of the Compagnie de'l'etranger.
<Will> I don't anticipate salary being a major need for me.
<Arsenal> what's Vander's rank?
<J-Rock> The stranger's company, Will?
<Arsenal> 2LT or or CWO?
<Will> Nor do I intend to pay that much attention to chain-of-command unless 
given a direct order, btw.  :^)
<Will> JR: Thought that was "Company of the (strange or unusual)."  Did I miss 
it?
<J-Rock> I place him around CWO
<J-Rock> Will: I was guessing
<Will> I'm not 100% sure myself.
J-Rock sees the Sunday Sluggy not up
Will goes, sleep.
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