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<Arsenal> -------------- Start Game ------------
<Arius> <ooc> back
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> um, btw... XP?
<Arsenal> Ch: JR hasn't tallied yet, methinks. :P
Asmor sighs. "Proper ingredients my left foot. We need to restock. Desperately."
<Ch`Dith> ah
<Arsenal> It is a few days after the previous session.
<Anya> <OOC> Okay, so whereabouts are we starting?
UpLink is now known as Vander
<Arsenal> the pantry has been restocked with so-called "normal" food, Jeff and 
Shanni have left, with promises to return in a few days
<Asmor> Fine. ;)
<Arsenal> Arius, Warren, Helmut: I'm still working on how to work you in.
<Asmor> Ruin my planned campaign, willya? ;)
Vander is still thinking about torching the mess
Warren <ooc> is in limbo with Arius kickin' back till we exist. B) </ooc>
<Arsenal> As it is now, everyone is eating breakfast in the mess.
<Helmut> I got rick loaded up too for tonite.
<Vander> Except me. I'm in the motorpool chowing on field rations.
Asmor wanders out with the final platter of bacon-and-sausage-and-mixed-greens-
omlette.
Vix wanders out of the shack-cum-still. He rolls a joint and flicks a match off 
the side of the shack, lighting up. After a few tokes he heads off to find 
Steve.
Helmut is now known as Rick
Evelyn <ooc> drops in More Music From Braveheart.
Asmor sets the plate down. "I *trust*," she drawls, "that the meat was generic 
enough to meet everyone's qualms?"
Will <OOC>ly surreptitiously applies a small DNA tester, which confirms that the 
eggs match the general pattern of "chicken," and eats.
Rick looks through his wallet. clears the cobwebs away.  "I wonder when we get 
paid."
<Arsenal> Vander: you hear Steve's voice over the camp loudspeaker, "Would 
everyone not at the mess please report there."
Anya slides into a seat late, grins at the assembled and reaches over the plate 
of who's nearest to her to grab some food.
Arsenal <OOCly> hits Rick...
Vander gets the boys and heads for the mess
Ch`Dith is in the air, practising evade-and-attack maneuvers with Aengie
Kasia shrugs. "'S good, Asmor," she says grudgingly.
Will <IC>ly is chowing down on the waffles, syrup, fruits, and oatmeal, with OJ.  
Funnily, neither the eggs nor the sausages are on his plate.
Ch`Dith hears the announcement, nods at Aengie and dives.
Kasia then turns to Rick. "Shut. Up," she says slowly. Very slowly.
<Arsenal> Aengie follows, close on your tail.
Vix sprints to the mess, kicking the door open, rolling over an empty table, 
knocking over a few chairs, and then standing up and looking around. 
"Mmmmmmmyeeeeesssss?"
Anya grins s'more and yawns.
Asmor waves at the spread. "Food, Vix?"
Vander enters and gets a seat
Vix dusts himself off, and nods. "Sure! Munchies!"
Anya grabs a couple more fruits and tries to juggle them.
Evelyn wanders in behind Vix, gives him a good sibling-like shove in the head as 
she sidles past to the table.
Rick gets up from under a table. "is it safe to come out yet?
Will nods at Rick.  "It's okay, the pink elephants have turned a decent gray and 
wandered off."
<Arsenal> Aengie beats Ch`Dith to the mess, and enters, sitting close to Chad.
<Vander> "Make this quick, boss. The less time I have to spend in *here* the 
better."
Anya heaves a pear up into the rafters, watches it not come down.
<Arsenal> Van: Steve's not there yet
Asmor points. "For the herbivores, there's waffles and fruit, oatmeal... and if 
you're slightly more daring, omlette. Chicken eggs. Ham. Chives. Very ordinary." 
She stresses this last.
Rick gets up.
<Vix> "Damn. No ogre? Ohwell."
Vander glares at Vix
Asmor rolls her eyes, sighs, takes a seat and takes a slice of omlette.
Evelyn snickers at Vix, poking her fork into her eggs. "I think they're out of 
season."
Vix grins at Asmor. "No, I'm being serious. Really." 
Asmor glances at Vix. "You kill an ogre, I'll be more than glad to fix it up for 
you."
<Vix> "Uhm. I'll stick to chicken."
Vander mutters something about napalm
Anya eyes the celing.  "Alright, give me back the pear."
<Asmor> "So am I. It's like the policy at this lake resort... you catch it, 
they'll fry it." *frown* "Ogre flambe, perhaps..."
<Will> "The ogre philosopher Gnerdel believed it was the purpose of life to be 
as high on the food chain as possible.  She never ate vegetarians, and perferred 
to dine solely on creatures that preyed on intelligent beings."
<Arsenal> Anya, the pear pegs you in the forehead
<Will> [continues eating]
<Anya> "Ow!"
Vix grabs some food and starts eating.
<Anya> "That wasn't funny!"
<Will> <OOC> I should probably be shot for quoting the color text on a M:tG 
card, I know.  ;^)
Asmor nods at Will. "Yeah, but look what happened to her - stabbed in the back 
of the head by a Serra Angel while she was trying to catch a minotaur. Sad, 
really."
Anya frowns at the pear.
<Arsenal> Steve enters the mess, a stack of papers in one hand, a number of 
envelopes in the other.
Ch`Dith digs in.
Kasia looks up, swallows her omlette, and says, "Steve, you're drowning in that 
stuff."
<Vander> "Fark! I thought I'd left the IRS in Hobbiton!"
<Arsenal> "Good news, people.  Today's payday."
Will blinks at Asmor.  "I was quoting an ancient game.  You mean..." he turns 
his head at Steve's entrance and appears to focus on the new item.
Rick makes a couple eggs
Vix stomps his feet. "Whoo!"
Asmor shrugs at Will. "She tried to hire me when I got out of Hades."
<Arsenal> Rick: the eggs are already made.
Anya grumbles s'more at the pear, doesn't even see Steve.  "Now, look, it's not 
nice to assault folks that way."
<Arsenal> Steve wanders around the room, passing out envelopes.
Vix says, in between mouthfuls, "Hades. Nice place. Been there, once."
<Rick> "yeah. My wallet was feeling a little empty
Evelyn peers warily at Anya and the pear, fork hovering at her mouth.
<Anya> "I mean, you could have warned me when you were going to come down so I 
could have caught you."
<Arsenal> for your salary, please check 
http://dagwood.sandwich.net/rifts/salaries.txt
<Arsenal> or /msg me for the amount
<Anya> "Yeah, yeah, well, sorry's not gonna cut it."
<Will> . o O (I'm living with the contents of an insane asylum.  And only one of 
them's an actual Crazy.)
Asmor nods at Vix. "As long as you're on the right side of the establishment... 
but those damn imps kept eating my underwear." *pause* "Don't ask."
<Will> . o O (Cool.)
<Vix> "Okay."
<Arsenal> "Your official rank in on the envelope," he explains, as he passes 
them out.
Vix pockets the envelope and walks over to Steve. "Er, Steve?"
Anya frowns at the pear a bit more.
<Vander> "The boys'll be happy to see some money. Still haven't heard a peep 
outta the Army of Worth on that weapons production contract i talked to 'em 
about."
Evelyn leans across the table slightly toward Anya, gesturing at the pear. "Are 
they good conversationalists?"
<Anya> "What?  You want me to apologize for throwing you into the air?  You 
ungrateful... " *looks up*  "Huh?  Oh yeah.  Pears get a little saucy, though."
<Vander> <OOC> Ars: I'm gonna need price estimates on machining and production 
equipment for HobbiTech
<Asmor> Chad grins as he pulls the cash and ranking out of the envelope. "Hey, 
not bad... not bad at all. I'll have to stick around."
<Rick> "does this include the escort job?"
Evelyn nods slowly, stuffing a hunk of ham into her mouth. "You're not going to 
let that thing talk to you like that, are you?"
<Arsenal> "This is your monthly paycheck."
<Arsenal> "Don't spend it all in one place, Corporal."
<Will> "What's a WO?"  (He pronounces it "woe.")
<Vander> "Chief Warrant Officer, eh? I can live with that."
Anya nods.
<Arsenal> "Warrent Officer.  It's an administrative rank."
Ch`Dith eyes the envelope, looks at the money with a quizzical expression for a 
while, then shrugs and stuffs it into a pocket.
Asmor takes her envelope and pockets it without glancing at it.
Anya shoves the envelope in a pocket.
<Will> "O-kay."
Rick looks at anya. "Are you gonna eat that?"
<Vander> *to Rick* "Yeah! Don't go falling asleep around any diners!" >:)
Arius <ooc> wonders where a hatchling gets pockets?
Vix frowns at Steve. "Er.. Steve... I need to take a leave of absence for, oh, a 
week. I'll be in Worth, if any particular necessity arises for someone of my.. 
abilities." He looks around for a second, then adds, "I need to go do... 
Priestly Things."
<Anya> *to Evelyn*  "Yeah, I need to finish lecturing here, the pear's not 
understanding things."  *to pear*  "I told you, you're full of insolence."
<Will> <OOC> Arius: He's humanformed, including clothing.
<Vander> <OOC> Arius: Ch'D wears clothes in human form :)
<Arsenal> <Steve> "I understand, Vix.  You need parts for your still." He gives 
you a wink.
Will is starting to panic slightly at Anya's behavior.  Still not saying 
anything, though, just a bit wild-eyed.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> When indoors I generally stick to human form out of courtesy. 
It's annoying when you remove a door and part of the wall whenever you enter a 
room
Anya yells.  "WHAT!  GET OUT OF HERE!"  and hurls the pear against the nearest 
wall.
<Vix> "Actually... yes, but that isn't the reason. I need to meet an old 
friend." 
Evelyn sets her fork down and pokes through the contents of the envelope, 
ducking the flying pear.
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Arsenal <OOCly> watches the pear peg Ch`Dith?
<Evelyn> :)
<Vander> <OOC> WP: Fruit? :)
Rick watches the fruit homicide happen. "I'm a wittness."
<Anya> <OOC> Wow.  I've got better aim than I thought.
<Warren> <ooc> fatal fruit.
Vix heads out the door, and then sticks his head back in. "By the way, there's a 
kid with a flying skateboard at the gate." He then wanders back out.
Vix is now known as Tyler
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<Tyler> <OOC> BWahahaha.
Shadur is now known as Ch`Dith
Arsenal <OOCly> watches Rick not know about OOC comments?
<Vander> "Flying skateboard?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Fsck. X crash. What'd I miss? 
Evelyn glances at the fruit stain on the wall, and turns back to Anya, "Yeesh, 
what did it say to you?"
Kasia frowns at bit. "Flying... skateboard."
<Arsenal> Ch: Anya OOCly pegged you with a pear
<Will> "Coo.  Let him in."
<Arsenal> Steve motions for Kasia to follow him, then heads for the gate.
<Anya> "He said that I was guilty of attempted fruiticide by hurling it into the 
air, and it was only acting in self defense.  And he made some rather nasty 
claims to my parantege."
<Vander> "oi, Steve. I'm gonna be in town for the day. Need to pick up a few 
things for the motorpool."
Tyler stares blankly at the gate, hovering about two feet off the ground. 
"Frakking hell." He rubs at the small gash on the side of his cheek.
Kasia heads out with Steve.
Vander follows Steve
Ch`Dith blinks as the pear hits his head, catches it before it falls.
Will follows along.
<Anya> "Ch'Dith, that fruit has been very bad, I'd be obliged if you'd punish 
it."
<Vander> <OOC> The Triax bots caught him sneaking in?
<Tyler> <OOC> No, he's standing outside the gate. ;)
<Vander> Ah
<Evelyn> "Rotten fruit." Evelyn wrinkles her nose before getting up and 
following the rest of the lemmings out to the gate.
<Tyler> <OOC> Well, hovering, anyway.
Ch`Dith follows
Asmor keeps on eating. "I made this breakfast, I'm darn well going to enjoy it."
<Anya> "...where is everybody going?"
<Arsenal> Tyler: you are, however, standing near one of the security bots. 
"Identification?"
<Will> "Gate.  Kid.  Flying.  Come see."
Rick contemplates taking his paycheck and buying some new music.
<Anya> "Flying's no big deal."
<Evelyn> *over her should, to Anya* "Some yutz on a flying skateboard's gonna 
get waxed by the secuirty bots."
<Will> "Okay."
Tyler smiles at the bot. "Woah.. nice. Onyx, grok? Or Tyler." He scratches his 
head. "Uh. Why'm I talking to a metalhead?"
Vander ponders getting some new software for the security bots
<Anya> "Oh, okay."  *eyes the apple and the banana on the table*  "You two stay 
right there, I'll be right back."
<Arsenal> <Steve> "It's okay, robot. Let him pass." *to Tyler* "You alright, 
kid?"
Anya runs out after Will and Evelyn and Ch'Dith.
Vander eyes the kids skateboard
<Will> Vander: You and I just reprogrammed them recently.  To stop them from 
shooting customers who drive in, remember?
<Kasia> <OOC> The robot, however, has Holly's IQ, and misinterpret's Steve's 
words as "Give him blast" and blows Tyler out of the sky...
<Arsenal> Vander: it's one of the new hoverboards you've seen advertised.
<Vander> *to Tyler* "Nice board. That the XL-7 model?"
Tyler blinks at the people, and waves with one hand. The hand with the six-inch 
claws attached. "Oh, sorry, homosap." He pulls off the glove and attaches it to 
his belt. "A packet of Koeys fragged my assist.. I perfed 'em but they managed 
to give me a few cuts."
<Will> <OOC> "No, it's the XL-R8."  ;^)
Tyler shrugs at Vander, and grins wickedly. "It started out as one." 
<Kasia> <OOC> With realistic toes ad sunroof head?
<Tyler> "I'm grepping for work, grok?"
Rick notices the kids skateboard. "Nice board you got there."
<Arsenal> "Does anyobdy here speak this kid's language?"
<Arsenal> +<Steve>
<Vander> "No. We don't grok here. We dig."
<Rick> what language?
<Rick> +OOC
<rbos>      dig - send domain name query packets to name servers
<Tyler> "Ain't grokkin' the protocol, midge."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Techno-can
Will appears to be pondering something.  "Grep... packet... perf - hey!  Why're 
you talking that computerese?"
Kasia frowns. "Got your line, flyboy. You grock?"
<Kasia> "What packets you sending, homosap?"
Anya yawns s'more, wonders why everybody is so excited over some punk kid.
<Vander> <OOC> Hobbits = Midge? :)
<Arsenal> <OOC> slang for midget
<Tyler> "Whoo. Finally." *hovers over to near Kasia* "Some Koey enforcer's been 
tracing me, I think. Town I was in clashed with some cyber."
<Vander> *to Steve* "I'm heading into town for a few. Probly I'll be back later 
tonight or tomorrow morning."
Anya frowns s'more, and wanders back into the messhall.
<Arsenal> "Hold on, Vander.  I might need you here for now."
<Arsenal> "Send one of your boys."
<Kasia> "I grock. What's ID on this cyber?"
Vander lights up his pipe and heads back to the motorpool for the Hog
Vander turns around and wanders back to stand next to Steve. "Huh?"
<Vander> "Roit."
<Arsenal> <Steve> "Call it a hunch.  I think this kid needs our help."
Rick heads back to the garage to check on the APC
Vander heads for the motorpool to get one of the boys townside
<Tyler> "Couldn't cache it. I blew the town, and flipped out to here.. I've been 
hearing about some moneykills out here, and, well, here you guys are, right?"
<Tyler> <OOC> Moneykills = mercenaries, obviously.
<Vander> "Kid, that's a wierd lingo you got. Funky, but wierd."
<Evelyn> "...moneykills. That's about all I've understood so far."
<Kasia> "Ack. What's your ident, flyboy? Any skills we got times zero?"
Anya wanders back into the messhall, sees Apple and Banana guarding the food.  
<Arsenal> "You mentioned an enforcer.  A Coalition Enforcer?"
<Vander> *to Tyler* "Welcome to the North Star Company HQ. Your problems are our 
business."
Tyler grins at Kasia, and switches to a more-standard dialect for a second. He 
shrugs at Vander. "Whatever works, right? I get by with it." He then slips back 
into his previous speak, and turns back to Kasia. "You moneykills got a slicer? 
Or a greaseboy?"
<Kasia> "Yeah, Coalition. His town was hit by some robots or 'borgs, and he had 
to run. Thinks there's an Enforcer tracing him, and he needs money, so he wants 
to join up."
<Vander> "Hey! I've gotta remember that line for the next radio ad!" *scribbles 
it down in his notepad*
<Kasia> <OOC> Slicer as in codecracker?
<Tyler> <OOC> Slicer as in hacker/cracker. 
<Vander> <OOC> Greaseboy is easy enough. Mechanic
<Tyler> "Ohyeah. I grok the crypto stuff, too."
<Arsenal> <Steve> "Well, I wasn't thinking about expanding any more just yet.  
Kasia, I want you to hand this.  We'll help him."
<Kasia> "Greaseboy's midge. I slice edgy, maybe not so hot as yesterday, wetware 
not warm now, grock?"
Anya sighs, slumps to the floor.
<Vander> *to Steve* "We could use someone to reprogram our radioes with an 
encrypted channel or two."
Tyler nods. "Grok. Slicing's my designation, though. S'all I do."
<Tyler> "Well, not quite all. But most."
Anya falls asleep on the floor..
<Arsenal> <Reed> "I can handle the encryption."
Evelyn watches the exchange between Kasia and Tyler like a tennis match, 
wrinkling her nose.
Will rubs his head confusedly, attempting to decode the language.
Rick walks back to the group. "So what can the kid do?
<Rick> ="
Tyler taps his goggles. "I can fix cybers, too. Well, not complex ones. Simple 
cybers, yeah."
<Rick> -=++
<Vander> *to Eve* "It's easy to understand if you know the trades involved with 
the technical jargon." :)
Kasia nods at Steve, turns back to Tyler. "You ack, newbie? Link in, getcha some 
green, maybe new toys, 'a? We work a bit, get you a crawlspace, maybe a box inna 
few revs."
<Vander> <OOC> Question: Would Operator need to make a Language roll to 
understand Technocan?
<Kasia> <OOC> Hell, yes.
<Arsenal> <OOC> yes.
<Vander> OK
<Arsenal> Techno-can's it's own language
<Vander> Ah
<Kasia> <OOC> Van, you're an Operator... but you don't do computers. He's 
talking waaaaay out there.
<Will> "How close is that Enforcer?  Could he be dropping by shortly?"
Tyler nods. "That compiles pretty damn well." He pats the other board hanging 
from his back. "I can frag stuff, too."
Vander looks at the other board
<Kasia> "The enforcer... how many links back, you grock speed-time?"
<Will> "Yeah.  Estimate PING return, or whatever."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Ack. MAJOR mem leak in X, it seems. BBIAS
<Rick> bbias
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<Will> Moo Ship.
<Arsenal> Steve, seeing that Kasia has things well in hand, tells her, "I'll be 
in my office if you need me, Lieutenant."
<Vander> Oi, Ship
<WhtStar2> moo. Can't join up. Got up, fell asleep, just woke up, have to leave 
in less than an hour.
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<Arsenal> "Love you."
<Evelyn> doh
<Tyler> "Again, didn't cache. He flipped out a couple clockticks after I left."
<Kasia> *to Tyler* "Koen boys been K-lined from our diskspace, want a new 
account, need BOFH work. You help, mebbe?"
<Kasia> *to Steve* "Gotcha, hon. Love you."
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<Shadur> nick Ch`Dith
Shadur is now known as Ch`Dith
Vander heads to the office with Steve
Rickaway is now known as Rick
<Arsenal> 're dwagon
<Vander> "So what's up, boss?"
Tyler grins. "That compiles too. What's cashback for it?"
<Kasia> "Ten-up-third plus some. You in?"
<Arsenal> <Steve> "Sounds like that kid ran into a Black Market model of the 
Enforcer.  We *could* use one of those."
<Kasia> "That's phase-of-moon, tho, you grok?"
<Tyler> "Sure. Cashback is usually by the twelves, where I origged from."
<Will> <OOC> Oh, damn.  Forgot something.  brb.
<Tyler> <OOC> Twelves are months... I assume pom's are months, too? ;)
<Kasia> Yep. :)
<Vander> "Hmm Let's hope it's the older UAR and not the newer IAR model."
<Kasia> "Great. Welcome in, let's getcha some pers-space and some chow."
<Tyler> "Chow? Hell yeah."
<Arsenal> <Steve> "He said Enforcer, not Abolisher.  I'm assuming UAR.  *Try* 
and bring it back in one piece."
<Vander> <OOC> Make sure it didn't have a name before you eat it! :)
Kasia gestures back toward the mess.
<Vander> *to Steve* "Roit. I'll take Reed and Will with me."
<Arsenal> <Steve> "and if the kid's sticking around, put him in the BEQ."
<Evelyn> brb
<Vander> "'k."
Vander goes to find Reed
<Arsenal> Van: Reed's with the main group, in the mess.
Tyler gestures with his gloved hand, and flies through the gate going at least 
30 mph. He suddenly jerks about three feet higher, pulls a 1080 spin, and zips 
through the mess hall's doors.
Anya sleeps on the floor of the mess.
<Tyler> Ohyeah. Pilot roll passed.
<Vander> . o O (Might want Ch"d on this, too.)
Vander enters the mess
Kasia wanders after Tyler slightly more sedately.
Ch`Dith is finishing dinner.
<Anya> "Nuuuu....."
<Arsenal> <OOC> By the way, the enlisted quarters are standard military 
barracks, ala Stripes.
<Will> b.
Rick follows the group into the mess
Asmor looks up as a kid on a flying skateboard rockets into the room. "Hunh. You 
want some food, kid?"
<Vander> "Oi, Reed, 'Dith! The Cap'n got a job fer us. See if you can find Will 
and meet outside the motorpool."
Tyler hovers above Anya, looking down. "You moneykills short on crashspace, or 
what?" He blinks, and nods at Asmor. "Yeeaaaaah!"
<Vander> *to Kasia* "Steve want the kid in the Enlisted bunks."
<Vander> +s
Kasia gestures at the food on the table. "Serve yourself."
<Will> I was still standing there, listening.  I grab some basic equipment and 
meet y'all outside the motorpool.
Anya stirs a bit uncomfortably, but doesn't wake up.
Vander heads for the motorpool and gets the Hog rigged
Ch`Dith looks up, nods in Vander's direction, casts an odd glance at the kid on 
the flying skateboard, gets up and walks out
<Kasia> *To Van* "That makes sense. I'll get him there."
<Ch`Dith> s/out/outside
<Arsenal> Reed looks over at Vander, shrugs, then turns to follow the Runt.
<Will> "What exactly's the mission again?"
Tyler pushes down with one foot, making a click emit from both boots. He pushes 
down with the back foot, flipping the board up in the air, and catching it as he 
steps onto the floor. (pilot roll passed)
<Arsenal> "Looks like we're ridding a town from a borg who took the place as his 
own."
<Will> "One piece?"
<Vander> *to Will, Reed, and 'Dith* "We're looking for the Enforcer Urban 
Assault Robot the kid tangled with. If we can, we want it in one piece."
<Arsenal> <Reed> "Big if."
Will blinks a couple of times.
Tyler drops into a seat at the table and starts inhaling the food. He looks up 
after a few mouthfulls. "Whoo. This stuff's frakking zappow!"
<Vander> *to reed* "Might be. Let's hope the sucker's shaken up enough to 
surrender without too much trouble."
<Arsenal> <Reed> "The kid can lead us to the town, but didn't tell Kasia this 
was her mission?"
<Arsenal> +he
<Arsenal> s/he/Steve/
<Anya> "g'wan."
<Vander> "Not that i know of."
<Asmor> *wryly* "I'll take that as a compliment."
<Arsenal> Van: actually, he did tell her to handle it.
<Vander> Ars: 'k
Vander idles over to the mess, praks the Hog
<Tyler> <OOC> Prak? The man who told the Entire Truth?
<Vander> *to Kasia* "You ready ta go get that bot?"
<Vander> -praks +parks
Kasia smiles sweetly at Vander. "I'm ready soon as our guide is."
<Arsenal> <Reed> *to Will* "I'm open to ideas on how to keep it intact."
Anya mutters in the corner..."nonono"
Evelyn wanders back into the mess and snatches the banana that was guarding the 
food, skinning it and biting its head off with glee.
Rick heads to the APC to get it warmed up.
<Tyler> *to Anya* "Yesyesyesyes?"
<Vander> "Fark! Kid! Stop! Kasia! You didn't tell him?! Gah!" *runs out of the 
mess muttering something about naplam
Kasia frowns, heads over to Anya. "You okay?"
Anya is still asleep.
<Will> *to Reed* "Well, I was thinking if our hacker friend is good enough, we 
might try a radio takeover or shutdown."
<Arsenal> <Reed> "And if he isn't?"
<Will> "Then hope it's in bad but repairable shape already."
Ch`Dith looks up. "We disable as much of its neural system as needed and hope we 
can replace what we rip out."
<Vander> *to Will* "I was thinking we might field test a new application I've 
been rigging into my EM gun." *pats the ReND*
<Will> *to Van* "What's it do?"
<Vander> *to Will* "Well, I've been trying to get it to scramble the electrical 
flow in a system. Ever seen Star Wars?"
<Will> "No, but I get the picture.  As long as it doesn't burn out irreplaceable 
equipment, that might work too."
Evelyn wanders over and squats next to Anya, still nibbling the banana, and 
looks up at Kasia. "Should we wake her?"
Tyler finishes his food, nods to Asmor, and sets his board on the ground. He 
hops onto it, checks the footlocks, and starts up the hover system, then glides 
out the door in time to hear Vander's comment.
<Kasia> "I don't know..."
Kasia reaches out with empathy to scan Anya
Asmor starts cleaning up stuff
Evelyn chews thoughtfully.
<Tyler> *to Vander* "So, you're the... *thinks* mechanic?"
<Arsenal> Jalil wanders in, looking for more food. "Exhaustion.  I saw it 
coming.  Just let her sleep, but perhaps in a more comfortable position?"
<Kasia> "Right."
<Vander> *to Tyler* "Operator, kid. A mechanic only monkeys with engines and 
motors. I do just about everything."
Kasia lays her down flat on her back.
<Anya> "nwah, g'way, get out."
<Arsenal> <Jalil> "Come. Help me get her into one of my bunks."
<Asmor> "There's a little more omlette left, if you don't mind ham. And sausage. 
And chives. And perfectly normal eggs."
Vander relights his pipe, blows a few smoke rings waiting for Kasia
Kasia picks up Anya's shoulders
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Perfectly Normal Eggs of Perfectly Normal Beast? 
<Will> <OOC> Btw, I'll eventually trust Asmor's cooking, I promise.
<Asmor> <OOC> Of course. ;)
<Vander> <OOC> I never will
<Asmor> <OOC> But it was *well-cooked* Goblin, no? ;)
Tyler pats the soldering iron on his belt. "I mostly do electrical stuff, 
myself. I've worked with standard mechanics before, though." He's speaking 
standard english now, but it sounds as if he hasn't spoken it in awhile.
<Arsenal> Jalil picks up her legs, and half-carries, half-drags her into the 
infirmary.
<Arsenal> <Jalil> "On three, lift.  One.  Three." *lift*
Anya sorta opens her eyes.  "Huh, whu, wh'r?
Kasia helps Jalil, then wanders over to the group.
<Vander> *to Tyler* "Heh. Maybe I could use your help in HobbiTech. You 
interested in a little R&D?"
Will looks at Kasia and Jalil carrying an unconscious Anya across the quad.
<Will> *jawclonk*
<Vander> . o O (When you need newe ideas, ask a 3rd grader!)
<Arsenal> Will: Infirmary and Mess are quite close.
<Vander> -e
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> A most excellently cooked goblin
<Tyler> "I could do that."
<Vander> *to Tyler* "Good. We'll talk when we get done with this little 
retrieval gig."
<Arsenal> Jalil makes sure Anya is resting comfortably before returning to his 
office, keeping an eye on her through the window.
Kasia smirks at Tyler. "So, the scriptkiddie groks 'Merkin, hai?"
<Anya> *zzz*
<Anya> %)
<Vander> *to Kasia* "You ready to rumble, Kas?"
<Kasia> "Always, Vander. Always."
<Will> *to vicinity*  "One minute."
Vander revs the Hog. "Then let's boogey!"
<Tyler> "Yeah. I was born in Chi-Town." *pulls his goggles back down* "It helps 
to grok the lingo."
Evelyn tosses the banana hide onto a plate, and resigns its companion, the 
apple, to the same fate, biting into it as she wanders back out of the mess.
Will heads over to Jalil's office.  "What happened?"
Ch`Dith crouches, leaps, dracoforms, hovers 
Vander waits. "What the fark is it now?!"
Kasia laughs, then goes about stowing a daypack and mounting a motorcycle.
<Arsenal> <Jalil> "Exhaustion.  From what I can tell, she has not had much sleep 
for the past few days, and it has caught up to her."
<Kasia> "He's going to find out about the other scholar, I warrant."
Will nods.  "Thanks."  Exits and rejoins the group.  Quietly.
<Vander> "Oh. Kas, remind me to have a talk with Anya. There are things we need 
to clear up."
Tyler [BLINKS] at Ch'Dith.
<Arsenal> <Reed> "If we're going up against an Enforcer bot, might I suggest 
bringing some heavy artillery of our own?" *nods in the direction of the APC.
<Anya> <OOC> Dohoh.
<Kasia> "'Course, Van. Kid... what's your handle, kid?"
<Tyler> "Uhmnuhguhwiddlefuhbiddilfnuh... huh? Whuh? Oh, the handle's Tyler. I 
pong to Onyx, tho."
<Vander> *to Reed* "Normally, yeah. But let's try to do this without waking the 
whole damn countryside."
<Kasia> *to Reed* "Just the weapons, ne? Besides, if Plan A doesn
<Vander> "Now let's ride!" *burns rubber off the base*
<Kasia> grr
<Kasia> *to Reed* "Just the weapons, ne? Besides, if Plan A doesn't work, we'll 
have enough to worry about."
<Arsenal> Reed mounts his hovercycle. "And what is Plan A, boss?"
Will picks up a standard-issue thing with four wheels.
Ch`Dith looks down, waits for Kas to take off, then follows above and slightly 
behind
<Kasia> "Tyler. Hey, Onyx, what wetware you got?"
<Kasia> *over comm*
Rick pulls the APC out of the Garage. "anyone riding with me?"
<Kasia> *to Reed* "And if we need backup, we can always radio for it."
Evelyn is <oocly> trying to figure out who's going where. ;)
<Kasia> Rick: I think you missed the part where the APC stays.
<Vander> <OOC> Rick: We aren't taking the APC
Tyler speeds up, climbing up to 30 feet. *over comm* "My vibroclaws, and my 
combat board. Plasma cannons are a wonderful thing."
<Arsenal> yeah... Kas hasn't exactly said who to come with her.
<Rick> 'k sorry
<Will> <OOC> Vander, Kasia, Tyler, Reed, and myself, I thought.
<Vander> Will: And 'Dith
<Kasia> Sorry. I was thinking Van, Ev, Reed, Ch'Dith, and Tyler... and Will, 
since he's tagging along.
<Will> And 'Dith.
Anya mutters random gibberish as she sleeps.
<Will> ...   "tagging?"  I was invited.
<Kasia> Of course, if Ev doesn't want to come... *shrug*
<Kasia> Will: I missed that part... ;)
<Vander> *radioed to Tyler* "Take the lead, kid. You know where we're going."
<Will> <OO> <Vander> "Oi, Reed, 'Dith! The Cap'n got a job fer us. See if you 
can find Will and meet outside the motorpool."
<Kasia> <OOC> Gotcha.
<Evelyn> Oh, well, in that case, consider me geared up and somewhere in the 
convy on my Highwayman which I somehow magically reacquired between the last 
mission and now ;)
<Evelyn> +o
Tyler drops down alongside Vander, nods, and speeds off.
<Vander> <OOC> BRB foodgetting
<Kasia> *over comm* "Okay. Tyler, you're our best, not to mention only, source 
of information. What did you see before you had to light jets?"
<Arsenal> Eve: you bought it? :)
<Evelyn> Ars: That works
<Kasia> "In plain 'merkin, if you can manage."
<Evelyn> eekl
Tyler shrugs to nobody in particular. *comm'd* "Nothing... nothing at all. I 
heard they were coming, heard a commotion, and I got the hell out of there. I 
only know about the Enforcer because the bastard followed me for a while."
<Evelyn> <ooc> sorry about that. client choked.
<Kasia> "... wonderful luck. How far away's your place?"
Ch`Dith climbs to about 300ft, keeps an eye on the surroundings
<Tyler> *radioed* "Oh.. fifty miles.. or so."
<Kasia> "So it could, theoretically, meet us anywhere between there and here."
<Arsenal> Okay, about ten miles out from the base, you pass a parked semi, sans 
trailer.
<Vander> <OOC> re
Will eyes the semi.
Arius <ooc> grins
Tyler puts himself into a quick spin and kills his hoverjets, spiraling down to 
about two feet above the ground before reactivating his jets and pulling 
alongside the semi and stopping. (pilot roll passed...I love being me!)
<Kasia> "Okay, guys. Here's plan A - we distract this thing while Tyler hacks 
into it with my laptop and a radio setup. Plan B, we blow it straight to hell."
<Evelyn> <ooc> Woo, Tyler gets distracted easily. ;)
<Vander> *radioed to 'Dith* "You get that from the kid? Keep an eye peeled."
<Tyler> <OOC> He's 16. Duh. ;)
<Arsenal> <Reed> "I've had worse plans, back in Newtown."
<Evelyn> :)
<Kasia> <OOC> "Okay, so we go kill the -OOOH, shiny!"
<Evelyn> hee
<Arsenal> <Reed> "Onyx, why you stopping?"
Warren opens the door of the trailer and gets out... looks at everyone.
<Arsenal> "oh"
Tyler pulls his other glove on and flexes his vibroclaws at Warren. "Hola."
Kasia pulls up beside Tyler. "What do we have here?"
Arius appears from inside the semi and grins evilly
Vander pulls up next to Tyler.
Arsenal pulls up as well.
<Tyler> *radioed* "You don't see these things often."
Will decided he doesn't like the way the 'Walker's grinning.
<Arsenal> *doh*
<Arsenal> Reed pulls up as well.
<Vander> *to Arius and Warren* "Oi, blokes! Where ye be headed?"
<Warren> "hmmm... hello all..." *looks back to Arius*
<Ch`Dith> "*radioed* I copy."
<Arius> We are going anywhere you want for a fee
<Will> +"", Arius.
<Warren> "Well, last time I checked, we weren't going anywhere... "
<Arius> <ooc> ooops
Ch`Dith goes into a holding pattern over the trailer and the group.
<Arsenal> Reed gives them the cursory once-over.  "I've seen worse, in the 
Rejects gang."
Evelyn sighs, and pulls up with the rest of the group. "Kids."
<Vander> "Oh. Very well, then. Carry on."
Warren sits down on the semi step.
<Warren> "Where are you all headed?"
Arius goes back in the semi
<Kasia> "I've seen worse. I stole a car from him. Taylor, was there any reason 
you stopped, besides random curiosity?"
Tyler eyes Arius' sword, then shrugs at Reed. "The chopper's bitching, though."
<Vander> *to Kasia* "Let's get a move on. We ain't getting any younger."
Will sits back.  "Mercs.  We've got enough of them back home.  If they've got a 
competitive price, let's pick up some firepower, if not let's move on."
<Kasia> *to Warren* "To get rid of a Coalition Enforcer headed this way."
<Warren> "We aim to please... "
Arius comes out of the semi at the words "competitive price"
<Warren> "And are pleased to aim"
<Tyler> <OOC> %)
<Vander> :)
<Arius> "My friend here does negotiations I kill stuff"
Kasia sighs. "Vander, I don't suppose you're going to steal *that* slogan, too?"
Evelyn mutters under her breath. "I aim to shoot and shoot to kill. *aloud* We 
movin', or what?"
Ch`Dith keeps scanning the surroundings
<Vander> *to Kasia* "Huh?! I resent that!"
<Warren> "Coalition work eh? Well... why not. Sign us up and we can negotiate 
how much we earned later"
Will yawns and leaves the business end of it to the commanding officer, i.e. 
Kasia.
Kasia kicks her bike into gear again. "We have enough, I think. Come on, let's 
go."
<Tyler> *to Kasia* "Woooahh.."
<Arsenal> <Reed> "Fair enough." *follows Kasia*
Arius looks at the group in front of him pauses then nods
Will eyes Warren.  "So what do you do after negotiations are over?"
Kasia calls back over her shoulder. "Follow if you want, we'll leave you some of 
the dead ones."
<Vander> *to Kaisa* "Do we really want to have to owe these guys anything?"
<Warren> "heh, then we go back to going nowhere."
Warren gets up
<Kasia> "Never."
<Arius> "dont be too quick to doubt our skills "friend"
<Warren> "Grab your equipment Arius. We've got work."
Tyler grins at Warren and jets off, climbing back up to his flight ceiling of 30 
ft again.
Will follows Kasia.
<Arsenal> Tyler: how fast does that board go?
Vander takes off after Kasia
<Arius> "Yes SIR"
<Tyler> Ars: 80 mph, max speed. It can push 100, but the engines would die.
<Arsenal> ah...
<Vander> <OOC> I'll have to tinker with it >:)
Arius sheathes his claymore and puts on crusader body armor
<Arsenal> Kas: what kind of speed you setting?
<Evelyn> <ooc> *perk* claymore? ;)
Warren gets in the semi and prepares to follow the group.
<Tyler> <OOC> Why? I've got Elec Eng and Mech. Eng, myself. %)
<Arius> <ooc> vibro claymore
<Kasia> Ars: Something around 70, if everyone can handle it.
Arius hops on the back of the truck and grins evilly
<Arsenal> Will: I assume yer in the Jeep...
<Arsenal> should be able to handle that..
<Will> Ars: I picked something with four or more wheels out of the motor pool.
<Arsenal> prolly the Jeep... don't think there was anything else, other than the 
APC
<Tyler> <OOC> Ars: Incidentally, I'm wearing the combat board on my back.. just 
so I don't have to explain if I suddenly switch boards. ;)
<Arsenal> Ty: 'k
<Vander> <OOC> Heh. Tyler operates the swirchboard? :)
<Vander> -r +t
<Tyler> <OOC> Bah.
<Arsenal> Okay, after another 40 miles or so, Ch`Dith spots the Enforcer, 
standing in the middle of a town.
<Arsenal> s/town/small farm village/
<Ch`Dith> "*radioed, group freq* Ladies and gentlebeings, this is your Eye In 
The Sky reporting. Bad guy spotted. Center of town, looking for trouble."
<Arius> <ooc> enforcer is powered armor or robot?
<Kasia> "Wonderful. Tyler, you want to try a little remote slicing before we 
party?"
<Arsenal> robot
<Will> *radioed* "What's the radio range on that thing?"
<Vander> *to Kasia* "Want I should run a drive-by? It'll keep 'em busy."
Tyler gets out his handheld computer. *radioed* "Suuuurrreee."
<Kasia> "Hold on a sec, Vander."
Will checks.  "Ah.  60 miles.  Should be plenty."
<Kasia> "Vander, you come in from the south at the same time Ch'Dith makes a 
strafing run. Will, you stay with Tyler, unless we all need to start fighting. 
If things look ugly, you radio for backup, okay?"
<Will> "Roger."
<Kasia> "Ev, you and I will make the second pass. Everyone got that?"
<Arsenal> <Reed> "Roger, boss."
<Vander> "Gotcha."
<Ch`Dith> "*radioed* Acknowledged. Ready on your signal."
<Kasia> "Reed, you're with Vander and Ch'Dith, come in from the west."
<Vander> "Let's ROCK!"
<Kasia> <OOC> Did I catch everyone *now*? ;)
<Arsenal> <Reed> "Roger, boss."
<Kasia> "All RIGHT! Go get 'em!"
<Arsenal> Kas: yes
<Arsenal> okay, roll inish
Ch`Dith pulls his wings into a power dive
<Tyler> Ars: Should Will and I?
<Ch`Dith> 7
Vander revs the throttle and jets off to the assigned attack run
<Ch`Dith> make that 7+2
<Arsenal> Ty: no
<Warren> 2
Arius pulls out his friendly Ng L6 laser rifle / grenade launcher and licks his 
lips
<Kasia> Tyler, I'd think...
<Arius> <ooc> 15 int
<Kasia> *shrug* Gm rules.
<Arius> <ooc> init oi mean
<Vander> 13 +6
<Arsenal> Reed rolls an 8+2
<Evelyn> we all rolling at once or in groups?
<Arsenal> Ev: all roll at once.
<Evelyn> okee.. 15.
Kasia concentrates for about 30 seconds...
<Arsenal> Ev, Arius, reroll
<Kasia> Intuitive combat activated.
<Evelyn> 18
<Arius> 13
Vander makes sure the ammo-dump option on the multi-trigger is set to on. 
(That's the Ion Gun, submac, laser rifle, and missile sidecar all wired to the 
same trigger) >:)
<Kasia> 6+3+6 == 15
Tyler jacks his computer into the radio and starts prepping to try and hack the 
robot.
Evelyn pulls her C-27 out of the saddle holster and flicks off the safety.
<Tyler> <OOC> With my 3l337 h@x0r|nG sK|llZ.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Cue: Voodoo People
<Arsenal> Okay, combat will go Vander, Baddie #1, Baddie #2, Eve, Arius, Kasia, 
Baddie #3, Reed, Ch`Dith
<Kasia> <OOC> Ch'Dith: Or Davinci Virus
Anya <OOCly> sleeps IRL? :)
Asmor polishes the bar and looks over at Anya. "Tell me your troubles."
<Arsenal> ohyeah... Baddie #4 goes last.
Warren pulls out his particle beam rifle.
<Anya> As: <OOC> I'm sleeping in game, so... :)
<Arius> <ooc> baddie 1 or baddie 2 have mdc armor on?
<Vander> <OOC> What about the UAR?
<Arsenal> Van: trust me, that's one of the baddies.
<Asmor> <OOC> So? You woke up. ;)
<Tyler> <OOC> Vand: Shhhhhh!
<Rick> brb
<Vander> Ars: Which one?
<Will> There are three other baddies?  Ooh, didn't notice.
<Arsenal> Van: you'll see. %)
<Vander> 'k
<Anya> <OOC> If Jalil, the nice guy, lets me out of the infirmary, no?
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<Arsenal> <OOC> He just had you there so you can rest comfortably.  He finds 
nothing *physically* wrong, other than exhaustion.
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<Evelyn> unsplat
<Asmor> <OOC> so peg the conversation up for later, and give me the challenge of 
RPing conversation and battle simultaneously. >%)
<Arsenal> time lapse would be about right. %)
Will turns to the two new guys.  "Bit eager, aren't you?  I guess you're the 
reserve in case the fighting gets nasty.  Lay low until. okay?"
<Arsenal> Tyler will try his hacking tricks after the second melee.
<Arsenal> to see if it works.
<Anya> <OOC> Mentally, on the other hand... %)
Arius laughs and says "I eat robots like that for breakfast"
<Tyler> <OOC> Er... I think Arius and Warren are in combat. ;)
<Arsenal> Vander?
<Tyler> <OOC> aren't they? 
<Evelyn> Arius munches on 30-foot robots like cornflakes?
Vander unloads 3 missiles at Baddie#1
<Tyler> <OOC> 40 foot, isn't it? $)
<Anya> <OOC> Anyway, As, I'll wait until the battle is done for convo, I'm not 
that brutal.  'Sides, I need to come up with a char for Willgame.
<Arsenal> Van: you can't see baddie #1 as such...
<Arsenal> all you see is the robot.
<Vander> Ars: Radar
<Kasia> <OOC> They're not under *my* orders... they can do whatever they want as 
long as they don't blow up the Enforcer. ;)
<Arsenal> Van: Radar would be confused by all the other human-sized people, as 
well as buildings.
<Vander> Ars: 'k
<Arsenal> you have like 30 contacts on your radar
<Evelyn> yeah, they can blow shit up, they're just not on the payroll ;)
<Arsenal> so, action?
Vander rips into the area and cuts donuts around anyone standing near the 
Enforcer
<Arius> "Not as of yet there will be a fee though"
<Vander> "Weeha!"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> That wasn't an IC comment, arius. Pay a little more attention, 
'kay? 
<Vander> Ars: Pilot: Motorcycle roll?
<Arsenal> yeah, you'll need it.
<Rick> bak
<Tyler> <OOC> Ch'D: Don't worry.. it's my job to poke these two. I can 
physically poke them, so it's even more effective. Well, Arius might step on me, 
but I can try to poke him. ;)
<Vander> 19%, needed 89%
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> heh
<Arsenal> cause baddie #1 whips out two pistols and fires both at you. 8+10 to 
strike.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Ars: baddie #1 being a human?
<Arsenal> Ch: *nod*
<Arsenal> Gunslinger, to be precise
Warren puts his rifle on the seat next to him... ready to pick up should his 
help be requested.
<Arsenal> take 11 MDC off the bike's canopy.
Arius puts a grenade in his grenade launcher."
<Arsenal> Baddie #2 takes a potshot at Kasia from a nearby building.
<Vander> "Hey! My finish!"
<Arsenal> *ow* (yes, I rolled this) Nat20
<Kasia> Ars: With what?
<Arsenal> Kas: Laser rifle
<Vander> <OOC> Fry his brains, Kas!
<Kasia> Not much I can do to dodge it... can I simulattack?
<Tyler> <OOC> Kas: I reaaaaally hope you've got armor on. ;)
<Kasia> Tyler: Laser-resistant armor, actually. ;)
<Tyler> <OOC> Otherwise, well, I'm not going to clean up the mess. %)
<Arsenal> Kas: your sixth sense indicates you're in danger, you can attempt a 
dodge.
<Tyler> <OOC> Lucky.
Vander makes a note to get armored canopies made for all the cycles
<Kasia> Ars: That's true.
<Arsenal> Van: won't work with Cyclones, like Kas is riding
Kasia attempts...
<Kasia> Heh. 6 - that's not going to do much, even with bonii.
<Arsenal> Okay, take 8 off the armor's MDC.
<Evelyn> zap.
<Vander> <OOC> Ars: It might if I rig it so the canopy becomes a shield, ala the 
Southern Cross armor :)
<Kasia> What 8 what you rolled?
<rbos> "the CIC labs, the Assignment lab, and the West Mall will be closing in 
twenty-five minutes.  Another warning will arrive later - please prepare to 
start thinking about maybe finishing up and logging out."
<rbos> *send*
<Arsenal> Kas: 8 was what I rolled, the nat20 doubled it, and the armor halved 
it.
<Kasia> Gotcha.
<Arsenal> Eve, yer up.  remember, as of this point, you hadn't seen any baddies 
but the Enforcer
<Kasia> Ars: Did she notice when I got hit?
<Arsenal> Kas: her action takes place the same instance...
<Arsenal> first action for everyone takes mere seconds
<Kasia> 'kee.
<Arsenal> remember, one melee round is about 15 seconds of gametime.
<Arsenal> s/game/real/
<Arsenal> or whatever
<Kasia> I grok, masterman! ;)
<Evelyn> Umm, hrmm. Guess I just make a circle of the area. Can't shoot the 
enforcer. ;)
<Tyler> <OOC> Rasterman?
<Arsenal> Arius?
<Arius> <ooc> how far away from me is the enforcer?
<Tyler> <OOC> ... *snicker*
<Arius> <ooc> and can i see any of the baddies?
<Arsenal> Arius: you can see the enforcer, that's it
<Arsenal> and it's beyond the range of your weapons.
Arius casts Armor of Ithan
<Arsenal> Okay, Kasia?
<Arius> "on my self."
<Arius> -""
<Kasia> I use TK to toss the dickweed who shot at me off the roof.
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<Arsenal> not from the roof... he was indoors
<DarkSide> ugh. not again.
<Arsenal> 're DS
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<Kasia> Fine - out the window.
<Arsenal> that works...
<Will> <OOC> She defenestrates him, then.  ;^)
<Arsenal> he's now facedown in the dirt.
<Kasia> *through* the window works even better.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> so the three non-Enforcer baddies are all indoors? 
<Arsenal> Baddie #3 is also indoors... a beam from a particle beam rifle emerges 
from the same window, at the same target.
<Will> <OOC> 'Cept for one.
<Arsenal> Ch: no, #1 is outdoors... 
<Kasia> ... me? Yeesh. It's just my lucky day.
<Arsenal> 15+8 to strike
<Ch`Dith> ouch
<Kasia> I think I have one more dodge... yeesh, that sucks.
<Arsenal> Kas: that'll be it.. want to just try and take the damage?  he's 
trying to hit the bike.
<Kasia> 17+2+3+4 - I lose it.
<Arsenal> No, you dodge...
<Will> <OOC> 17+2+3+4 > 15+8.
<Kasia> That's what I mean. ;)
<Kasia> I lose the beam.
<Will> Ah.
<Arsenal> ah... the beam hits the Enforcer.
<Kasia> As in, lose a tail... nevermind. ;)
<Kasia> Cool!
<Ch`Dith> Oops. }8=> 
<Kasia> ... the Enforcer was BEHIND me?
<Kasia> *eep!*
<Arsenal> Kas: No... just between you and him.
<Kasia> Okay.
<Kasia> (Yay, I used up all my actions in one round. ;)
<Arsenal> Reed guns his cycle towards the Enforcer, trying to draw it's 
attention.
<Arsenal> Ch'Dith?
Ch`Dith swoops on baddie #1 and plucks him from the ground. 
<Ch`Dith> 14+2 to snatch
<Arsenal> the guy doesn't see you coming...
<Arsenal> Baddie #4 breaks from the door of the building the shots came from, 
running for the Enforcer.  she's wearing battered deadboy armor, sans helmet.
Ch`Dith pulls up and pushes for altitude
<Arsenal> Warren?
<Warren> <ooc> ok, didn't will ask me not to fight?
<Tyler> <OOC> No.. just shoot shit, dammit.
<Arsenal> yeah... Okay.
<Kasia> <OOC> You can ignore him. ;)
<Will> <OOC> Yeah.  It's your choice.
<Warren> <ooc> ok, not a problem... I'm going to fire away then.
<Arsenal> with?
<Warren> particle beam rifle
<Warren> one sec
<Arsenal> what's the range on that?
<Kasia> at?
<Tyler> 1200 ft
<Arsenal> everyone's out of range... 4000 feet away
<Warren> nevermind then.
<Arsenal> second action...
<Warren> heh heh
<Tyler> <OOC> Haw haw!
<Arsenal> Vander, yer up!
<Vander> Ion Gun shot at the Deadboy Armor gal
<Arsenal> Okay.. strike?
<Vander> 10 +4
<Arsenal> the woman is intent on the Enforcer, and doesn't see it coming...
<Arsenal> damage to the armor?
<Vander> <OOC> Guess I just popped the bot driver :)
<Arsenal> damage?
<Vander> 8 MDC
<Arsenal> Okay...
<Arsenal> baddie #1... we'll call him Butch, fires both of his guns at Ch`Dith's 
belly.
<Arsenal> 4+7 to strike
<Evelyn> eek. Kinda hard to dodge someone in yer claws ;)
<Arsenal> *nod*
<Arsenal> Ch: take off 11 MDC
<Arsenal> baddie #2 is recovering from landing where he did.
<Arsenal> Eve?
<Evelyn> What's my range to the DeadboyGrrl?
<Arsenal> Eve: 500 ft or so
<Evelyn> Coo.
Ch`Dith shoots a telepathic retort at the guy. .oO(Do that again and I drop you 
right here and now)  
<Ch`Dith> (We're up 100ft and climbing. Baddie #1 is aware of this.)
<Evelyn> Okay, shooting on the move with no hands (Pilot Motorcycle 7%/65%), 
bead on the DeadboyGrrl's head with the C-27 (16+2)
<Arsenal> Ch: 50 ft so far... end of the melee you'll be at 100 ft.
Will is now known as Lt
<Arsenal> Eve: *kersplat*
Lt is now known as Lt_Law
Lt_Law looks out his window.  . o O (Amateurs.)
<Arsenal> she falls over dead.
<Evelyn> Woo.
<Arsenal> the rest of the beam scorches the bot's leg
<Kasia> "Watch out, that bot's going to be North Star property!"
<Evelyn> "Yeah, yeah. A little paint'll cover that right up."
<Arsenal> Arius, because I follow that one rule on page 35 of the main book, 
whereas Will follows the contradictory rule on page 37, you're out of actions.
<Arsenal> 1 action per melee for characters with no hand to hand training.
<Arius> <ooc> did you look at my char sheet
<Arius> <ooc> replaced WP semi automatic with HtoH basic
<Rick> I gotta crash. Cya guys
<Arsenal> keep the sheets consistent.
<Arsenal> cya, Rick
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<Arius> <ooc> i was missing alot of things last time we played
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<Tyler> <OOC> Ars: The one we used for Will's was a hackjob one that was 
finished about ten minutes before game time. ;)
<Arsenal> ah
<Arsenal> Kas: you said you were out, right?
<Vander> I still have 1 action
<Kasia> Ars: Yep.
<Arsenal> Baddie #3 takes aim at Kasia, and fires his particle beam rifle at 
her.
<Evelyn> oy vey
<Kasia> "It's always me, isn't it?"
<Arsenal> 13+8 to hit
<Kasia> How much MDC the bike have?
<Arsenal> bike has .. if I can find where I put the book....
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<Evelyn> more than enough to take a hit or two, probably ;)
<Arsenal> 200, minus what was already taken off...
<Kasia> ... I pass a Pilot: Motorcycle roll and parry with the bike, then.
<Kasia> We haven't taken any off. ;)
<Arsenal> that works... take off 30 MDC
<Kasia> 17+2+1
Ch`Dith sets mode: +o Will 
<Arsenal> hrrm... go with just the pilot roll for the parry...
<Will> <OOC> Danke.
<Kasia> Well, I passed both of them. ;)
<Arsenal> Reed fires all six missiles at the building baddie #3 is in.
<Arsenal> 12+4 to strike...
<Arsenal> building takes 60 MDC, comes crashing down on top of the baddie.
<Arsenal> Ch`Dith: yer up.
Ch`Dith makes a tight loop and flies at a building, clearing the top by the edge 
of his claws -- leaving the guy dangling from them embedded in the concrete.
<Arsenal> *ouch*
<Evelyn> ouch
<Arsenal> strike?
<Ch`Dith> 16+2
<Will> <OOC> W.P. Building?
<Arsenal> okay... damage?
<Anya> <OOC> Nah, W.P. Dwagon. :)
<Ch`Dith> How would you count this?
<Ch`Dith> blunt object? 
<Arsenal> use your stomp roll?
<Arsenal> usually 1D4 MDC
<Ch`Dith> claw strike'd be 2d6 MD
<Arsenal> that works...
<Ch`Dith> 6MD then
<Arsenal> as his face was unprotected, actual damage is negligible.
<Kasia> ... heee. ow.
<Arsenal> as all baddies are dead or incapacitated, combat's over
<Kasia> <OOC> "That's gonna leave a mark."
<Ch`Dith> Plus whatever he suffers when he fails to hold on to the Butch-shaped 
dent in the building and lands on the ground.
<Vander> <OOC> Gotta scram folx
<Ch`Dith> Oh, nevermind then.
<Arsenal> Tyler: you find that your hacker tricks didn't work, because the 
Enforcer wasn't even running.
<Tyler> Wow. That kind of sucks.
<Tyler> ;)
Kasia drives up to the bot, does a wide circle, scanning telepathically for any 
more trouble.
<Will> What, no remote power-up command?  Bah.
<Arsenal> Kas: you sense a familiar brain pattern from the collapsed building.
<Will> j/k
<Will> <OOC> Malik!
<Arsenal> worse.
<Tyler> <OOC> Vix! %_
Kasia 'hears' this, frowns, heads over.
<Tyler> <OOC> *duck*
<Kasia> +slowly
<Vander> Later folx
<Will> 'Nite Van.
<Kasia> "Guys, there's someone familiar in this rubble...
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> *reads _Bladed Lily_ again*
<Arsenal> the roof comes off, and a man you thought dead appears from the ruins.
Vander is now known as UpLink
Tyler grumbles, and jets towards the town, putting his computer away.
Will comes on in to town with the outliers.
<Kasia> Van, fix my bike later.
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<Kasia> "..."
Ch`Dith circles at about 50ft.
<Kasia> "..."
<Arsenal> "If it isn't one of the people who double-crossed me," Raenar 
grumbles, still holding the rifle.
<Arsenal> he looks more borgish now than when you burned him.
<Anya> <OOC> D'oh!
<Arsenal> <OOC> too bad Rick left. $)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Didn't we sell him for parts? 
<Evelyn> <ooc> Hee.
<Arsenal> Ch: his limbs, yes.
<Arsenal> "Die, bitch!"
<Arsenal> Kas, roll inish
Will arrives, sees a borg - attacking Kasia.
<Kasia> "Sheeeeit."
<Evelyn> ohboy
<Arsenal> Raenar rolled a 12
<Kasia> 11+6+3
<Arsenal> he looks *severely* beaten, tho.  Reed's missiles and the building did 
a number on him.
<Kasia> I figure even with the time lapse Intuitive Combat is good for one more 
melee round...
<Arsenal> Kas: *nod*
<Will> "Vander, that EM thing might be damn useful right now!"
<Kasia> Not two, though.
<Arsenal> <OOC> y'know, it's *really* too bad Meeth had to leave.
<Arsenal> %)
<Will> <OOC> Are you going to put Raenar in the list twice now?
<Will> ;^)
<Arsenal> <Raenar> "I *own* this town, bitch! And you ain't taking it away from 
me!"
Kasia TKly picks up everything within range and *slams* it into Rae as hard as 
she can! (TK accelleration attack)
Ch`Dith spots Rae, maneuvers into position for another snag. (that'll take until 
next melee)
<Arsenal> *ow*
<Arsenal> strike?
<Ch`Dith> Lotsa rubble to go 'round
<Arsenal> *nod*
<Anya> <OOC> Remember kiddies, unless you're a dragon or a full conversion borg, 
the face is NOT an MDC item!
<Kasia> 10+2
<Arsenal> *cackle*
<Arsenal> Raenar attempts a dodge...
<Kasia> He'd better. ;)
<Arsenal> 2+2...
<Arsenal> not good.
<Kasia> *snicker*
<Arsenal> how many attacks you got?
Will pulls out his rifle and joins in when he can.
<Kasia> 15 MD. And I have two left.
<Ch`Dith> Rae is a fullconv borg. If he wasn't yet, he is now
<Evelyn> I wonder how you dodge your surroundings flying at you, anyway. %)
<Arsenal> he's pretty close.
<Arsenal> Rae wasted this action dodging...
<Arsenal> next?
<Kasia> Next? I do it again!
<Arsenal> strike?
<Arsenal> %)
<Kasia> 17+2
<Arsenal> *ow*
<Arsenal> it is hard to dodge, he doesn't even try it this time...
<Kasia> ... *ow*
<Kasia> 21 MD
<Arsenal> Rae fires at you with his PB Rifle
Will looks at his piddly little rifle, chucks it in the Jeep and hops over to 
the UAR, trying to climb inside.
<Kasia> PB?
<Tyler> <OOC> Okay, back.. what did I miss? ;)
<Ch`Dith> Part Beam
<Kasia> Ahh.
<Arsenal> 9+5
<Evelyn> Ty: Baddie #3 is Raenar, and he's duking it out with Kasia ;)
<Kasia> I parry with the 'cycle... you said a pilot roll?
<Tyler> <OOC> Raenar? HEEEEE!
<Arsenal> *nod*
<Kasia> Okay, passed.
<Arsenal> *whee*
Tyler flies over to Will, and eyes the robot. "Shit, man, this bot's ripped."
<Arsenal> take 30 MDC off the bike
<Kasia> Okay. I throw more landscape at him.
<Arsenal> heheh... strike?
Will rolls an 8 on a Weapons Systems skill of 50%, btw... just lemme know when I 
can start shooting.  :^)
<Kasia> ... nat 20!!
<Arsenal> *ow*
<Arsenal> damage roll?
<Kasia> 16*2
<Arsenal> Note: Raenar has *really* taken a beating here today.
<Will> *to Tyler* *nod*
<Kasia> 32 MD. >%)
<Ch`Dith> <Raenar> "Oh, the indignity of it all....." *holds up tiny umbrella he 
borrowed from Wile E. Coyote
<Arsenal> and he collapses.  You sense his brain shut down, as his circuits 
overload.
<Ch`Dith> *
Will drops back out, then.
Kasia sighs. "Well, that was fun."
<Arsenal> you hear him whisper, "Oh, no. Not again."
<Anya> <OOC> Finish the sucker off!
Kasia runs him over, just to be sure.
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
<Arsenal> he's *dead*
<Will> "I sense some history."
Tyler looks over at the now-finished combat, winces.
Kasia then digs him out with TK... "Come on, let's take him into town and pawn 
off some of this borg-stuff."
Evelyn slows her bike to a halt next to Kasia's. "Friend of yours?"
<Tyler> Ars: We still need to subvert the robot's neural stuff, right? 
*hopehopehopesincei'vegotcompop,compprog,andcomphack* :)
Will looks up... and up... at the UAR.  "Yo, Kasia, we got anybody in the outfit 
who can pilot one ofthese things back to base?"
Ch`Dith aborts his swoop and lands next to Kasia (other side from Evey) "Are you 
sure he is dead this time?" 
<Arsenal> Ty: Black market took care of that.
<Tyler> Ars: Bah.
<Kasia> "Oh, yeah. Old friend. He shot himself in the head with an ion cannon, 
once."
<Kasia> "I'm sure he's dead, Ch'Dith."
<Will> Ars: There's still the previous owner's passwords, security encryption, 
and stuff.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> *ROFL*
<Arsenal> Will: that is true...
<Arsenal> Okay, Ty, you can try and hack the passwords.
Tyler flies around the robot, looking for an access port of some sort.
<Arsenal> meanwhile, I'll list the items you can drag back to base off your 
enemies:
<Arsenal> from the guy who went through the window: Dog Boy armor, sans helmet, 
2 vibro-knives, a 180 Colt .44 Revolver replica, a Wilk's-Remi 146 Sharp-Shooter
<Kasia> I'll take the vibro-knives, iffen nobody minds. :)
Will oohs.  Those Wilk's-Remi are good guns.  Long or pistol?
<Arsenal> from the woman, most of a light dead boy armor, a C-18, and a C-10, 
both with 2 e-clips
<Arsenal> Will: long
<Will> Dibs on the 146, if no one objects, then.
<Tyler> Ars: How would I access the robot? 
<Arsenal> from Raenar: a Vibro-Claymore (Reed takes that), a .45 Automatic 
pistol, an AK-47, a Wilk's 320 laser pistol, an NG-57 Ion Blaster (same model he 
shot himself in the face with), a NG-P7 particle beam rifle
<Will> Ty: How about from inside?  There's an access door.
<Tyler> Will: Oh. ;)
<Arsenal> what will said.
<Ch`Dith> And from the concrete impression? 
<Arsenal> re: Raenar: also a 14.5mm machinegun, a NG-101 Rail Gun and 5 plasma 
grenades
Kasia takes the Wilk's 320
Tyler flies around to the door, and opens it. He step inside the robot, removing 
his board, and looking for a console of some sort. *radioed* "Okay, time to 
slice this bastard."
<Arsenal> the Concrete Impression has 2 silver-plated Colt .44s, 2 9mm AutoMags, 
and 2 Wilk's-Remi 130 Six-Shooters (Reed takes the six-shooters)
Evelyn lays claim to Raenar's NG-P7.
<Kasia> And of course, there's the precious 'bot. :)
Anya , meanwhile, back at the base, has woken up, and is sitting in the mess 
hall busily doodling in her journal.
<Kasia> brb
<Arsenal> Ev: he has 3 long e-clips on him that fit it
Ch`Dith takes the twin Colts, strikes a pose in humanform
Ch`Dith cracks a sardonic grin. "Trophies." 
<Arsenal> <Reed> "Cute, dwagon."
Evelyn filches the E-clips too. ;)
Will looks at Ch`Dith, grins.  "It's definitely you."
Ch`Dith grins. "Just one thing.... How do you aim these?" 
Tyler gets to work on the robot... (hacking roll.... PASSED. Ahahaha.)
<Arsenal> Concrete impression also has a derringer, a laser scalpel, and Bandito 
armor, sans helmet
Evelyn snickers at the man-dragon.
<Arsenal> Ty: with your Elite Hacking Skillz, you easily disable the robot's 
internal defenses.
Will picks up the laser scalpel.  "Jalil might like this.  An extra, or 
whatever."
<Arsenal> Hoever, you have no idea how to pilot it.
<Arsenal> However, even
Warren does a 360 degree spinout turn in his semi, just for the fun of it. 
(pilot roll passed with a 15)
<Will> "And someone grab the grenades, too.  For the general pool."
<Evelyn> Hrmm. No one present can pilot the thing, can they? ;0
<Evelyn> ;)
<Arsenal> Nope.
<Evelyn> Hee.
<Arsenal> <Reed> "Doesn't the Coalition teach their grunts how to pilot these 
things?"
Asmor passes her cooking roll, wanders out to Anya with a plate of Tasty Snack 
Things. "Hey, there. How're you doing?"
Tyler kicks the inside wall of the robot. *radioed* "Okay, we are now the proud 
owners of a 40 ft tall robot of mass destruction. Who's for tequila?"
<Will> "Yup.  Rick drives stuff, he might be able to get this back."
<Evelyn> Where's Malik when we need to hold a gun to his head and make him drive 
it for us?
<Evelyn> :)
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
Anya looks up from her circle drawing and math mess.   "Okay.  Awake."
<Will> <OOC> I nominate Tyler for QoTN!
<Asmor> <OOC> Seconded. %)
Anya swipes a tasty snack thing.
<Arsenal> <OOC> all in favor?
<Anya> <OOC> I'll third that one.
<Arsenal> <OOC> Only vote once, Aris!
<Evelyn> Aye!
<Asmor> "Glad you are... we were worried when you passed out."
Kasia <OOCly> puts her hand down, then. ;P
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Aye.
<Anya> "Everything was going too fast.  They seem to have slowed down mostly."
<Asmor> <OOC> aye. ;)
<Arsenal> ;)
<Arsenal> the eyes have it
<Evelyn> <ooc> So, we gonna make Rick try to pilot this thing? ;)
<Asmor> *nod* "That's always good."
<Will> <OOC> Just radio back and tell him where to pick up the goods.
<Arsenal> yeah... to save time, let's just say that he gets dragged out there, 
and is accompanying the team back.
<Evelyn> *noddle*
<Kasia> Fine with me.
<Tyler> <OOC> Wow. I think this has turned into one big Giant Robot anime.
Anya looks at the circles in her notebook.  "I wonder if Will would want to help 
with this project."
<Arsenal> Okay, you show up at the gate with the Enforcer in tow.
Asmor picks up a snackthing and gestures with it. "What project?"
Asmor then bites the head off the snack, which is baked in the form of a cute 
little angel smeared with bright red jam.
<Asmor> :9
<Anya> "I've always been kinda interested in the stars...now that I finally live 
in a fairly stable place, I'd like to build a telescope."
<Asmor> (Oh, yeah, I passed the cooking roll ;)
<Arsenal> Steve is there to greet you.  He gives Kasia a quick kiss before 
asking, "I take it the town is safe again?"
<Asmor> "Mmm. Neat."
<Anya> "Not a big one, just a little one, so we can look at the stars."
<Kasia> "Well... the town is safe, sure. A few uninportant buildings were 
flattened, but it's safe. Guess who we ran into."
Anya swipes another one of the snack things.  "These are pretty good.  Y'know, 
this feels like the first real food I've had in a while."
<Kasia> "And before you ask, I didn't have much of anything to do with 
flattening the buildings.
<Arsenal> <Steve> "Malik? No wait.  N`Mor?  I kinda miss the big lug."
Asmor nods. "Sounds like you just came out of something."
<Evelyn> <ooc> don't tempt me.
<Warren> *to Kasia* "So who do we talk to around here for a permanent position?"
<Kasia> "Farther back."
<Anya> "I don't know what happened.  Everything got all speeded up.  Was kinda 
weird."
<Arsenal> <Steve> "Not the one whose car you stole."
Kasia laughs. "No, not him. Raenar."
<Arsenal> Steve double-takes. "What?!"
Anya flicks the journal pages back, shows Asmor pages of incomprehensible 
scrawls.  "Whatever it was, it was important enough for me to try and write it 
down...I didn't do a very good job of it, though."
<Arsenal> (Rick, meanwhile, has parked the Enforcer in the motor pool)
<Kasia> "Yeah, that's what I thought... until he called me a bitch. Then I 
picked up the building and threw it at him. Come on, let's get something to 
eat."
<Will> *to Warren* <jerks a thumb at Steve> "Him."
Asmor peers at the scrawl
Tyler does a backflip (pilot roll passed) off the hood of Warren's semi, landing 
behind the large truck and grinning maniacally.
Warren notices Tyler... "Watch the paint!!!"
<Anya> There's lots of rumination on odd subjects, the grammar's all weird, and 
most of it is garbage.  And that's the part you can read. :)
<Arsenal> <Steve> "So where'd you pick up the other extra baggage?"
<Kasia> "Them?" *jerks her thum at the two* "Alongside the road. Tyler - the kid 
- made the mistake of stopping to look, and they followed us."
<Asmor> "Huh. Looks like you were in a hurry to say a bunch of sound and fury 
all signifying nothing."
<Warren> "Heh, yeah, that's us... the extra baggage."
<Evelyn> <ooc> "<Tyler> Look what followed me home. Can I keep 'em? Huh? Huh?"
Anya hears a lot of commotion outside, decides to wait until folks come in, 
instead of going outside.
<Arsenal> <Steve> "I... see."  He goes to greet them. "Hello, I'm Captain Steve 
Mitchell.  I run this place. And you are?"
Ch`Dith walks into the mess hall. "Tadaimas."
Anya nods.  "Yeah, I just wish I could sort of grasp what was going on in my 
head..."
<Warren> "Warren, and my Walker friend Arius."
<Will> <OOC> Don't we all.
Arius stands stoically behing Warren
Anya turns.  "Hey, Ch'Dith.  Have fun?"
Asmor looks up. "Welcome back to you, too. I made something to munch on if 
you're hungry."
<Arsenal> <Steve> "Uh-huh.  And you are here because?"
Tyler drops silently next to Warren. "Stretch and grok this, homosap.. they were 
fresh outta good juju, so I passed them an infusion." 
<Kasia> *muttred to Steve* "That walker gives me the creeps."
<Warren> "Heh heh, we've no where else to be."
Arius miles evilly
<Arius> +s
<Kasia> "You overloaded your quota, bitflipper."
<Arsenal> Steve sifts through this.  *to Kasia* "Do you trust them?"
<Ch`Dith> "Mostly, yes. We got shot at by some people, so we shot one of them, 
dropped another from the third floor window he was shooting out of, and 
implanted the third in the top of a building."
<Kasia> "No farther than I could throw them tied to a Glitter Boy suit filled 
with cement."
Tyler crosses his arms, and points at Warren. "Can't. He's kindred.. a 
greaseboy."
<Will> <OOC> By the way, Warren, Arius: just a game-mechanical suggestion.  If 
you'd like to create two different characters for this campaign, I personally 
think that'd be a good idea.  Between this campaign and the Relic is probably 
going to be a fair amount of XP for which we otherwise couldn't account.
<Asmor> "Sounds like fun to me. Have a biscut."
<rbos> yay!
<Anya> "Sounds like real fun."  *scowls at the pages of incomprehinsibility*  
"Query:  I wasn't too weird the past few days, was I?"
<Asmor> "Well..."
<Warren> <ooc> hmmm...
<Will> *no one in particular*  "'Scuse."
<Ch`Dith> "Define 'too' weird, taking into consideration all we've been through, 
from, and past."
Will goes to his room, stores the equipment, and heads to the mess hall.  Gives 
it a few minutes game time.
<Tyler> <OOC> Will: Consider them two different sets of characters, with 
mutually exclusive XP. These are, say, Arius and Warren from a paralell 
dimension. %)
<Arsenal> <Steve> *to Warren and Arius* "I'm sorry, but we aren't hiring right 
now.  Try again in a few months."
<Tyler> <OOC> ... or we could just not hire them. %)
Anya looks wordlessly at the scrawl again.
<Arsenal> <OOC> Guys, I'm all for these two getting new character for the IC 
sessions.
<Warren> "Allrighty, then. We'll be seeing you. Let's go arius."
<Tyler> <OOC> yeah... that'd probably work. Nelson? Nick?
<Kasia> <OOC> Sure. Just not at the same time they want to play in the other 
sesh.
<Arius> <ooc> Fine ill create a new char he is gonna be a robot jock
Anya shakes her head.  "I can't explain this."
<Will> "Can't explain what?"
<Tyler> <OOC> Okay, I'm going to go for the night to play hellfighter and do... 
other things. Unmoo.
<Evelyn> Ty: ooh, up for nethf? >%)
Anya puts the journal back on the table, and frowns at Will.
<Warren> <ooc> ok, I'm just feel a bit wierd airing out this guy for a whole 
session... I'm probably just going to create another operator... heh heh
<Tyler> <OOC> DS: Sure.. want me to give Nick a keyboard, too, and we can do 
teams?
<Anya> "See if you can decipher my scrawls from the last few nights."
<Arsenal> <OOC> Arius: how about someone who takes skill to play, like a Crazy 
or something?
<Tyler> <OOC> DS: .. oh, and Nelson.
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Will eyes the scrawls.
<Arius> <ooc> Juicer
<Arsenal> <OOC> Crazy.. 's much more fun. %)
<Evelyn> Ty: Shore. >%)
<Arsenal> you gotta play the insanities just right. %)
<Anya> <OOC> notice the three page manifesto on the rights of vegetables. :)
<Arius> <ooc> crazy is... ok
<Will> (Applies IQ, Languages Euro, Spanish, English, and American, and Advanced 
Math, not to mention Lore: Demon just in case it's something left over.)
<Arsenal> Will: skill rolls?
<Will> Ars: What, all of them?
<Tyler> <OOC> DS: Okay, we're on a T-1... want us to do the server or you?
<Arsenal> *shrug* why not? :)
<Evelyn> prolly you ;)
<Anya> ...well, the pages in Russian aren't gonna make much sense. :)
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<rbos> blah
Asmor sets mode: +o rbos 
<Arsenal> Euro roll at -25%
<Will> Passed.  *all* *five.*
<Warren> <ooc> Does anyone have a problem with a headhunter? B)
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<Evelyn> Consider Eve retired for the night. Or day. Or whatever. ;)
Evelyn is now known as DarkSide
<Arsenal> Headhunter? We have 2. %)
<Arsenal> well... one of those is in-training
<Warren> ok... being as this is only the second time that I've played, what does 
your group need?
<Arsenal> unless people have RP to do...
Ch`Dith reads, has little problem with the parts in American (19% needed 90), 
has no idea about the rest.
<Anya> Mostly happy fun rants that made sense to the Russian at the time.  :)
<Arsenal> this GM is getting IC for a bit. ;)
You are now known as Reed
<Anya> Ars: Fair enough.
Kasia is now known as Chadrick
Reed wanders into the Mess.  "Got any twinkies?"
Asmor glances over. "I could whip some up if you give me a few."
<Will> "Ah... fruitarianism, I see.  Consistent with ahimsa, though 
nutritionally restrictive."
<Reed> Please note that he's munching on one as he speaks.
<Reed> "No problem." *tosses Asmor three packs*
<Will> "And what's this diagram?"
Will traces some circles.
Chadrick wanders into the mess, glances around. "Anyone seen Aengaela around?"
Anya looks up.  "Oh...that's the other thing I was going to ask you!"
Asmor looks 'em over, then takes one out and munches. "Hmmm... yeah, I can 
probably duplicate this."
<Anya> "Was trying to figure out how to build a telescope, was wondering if you 
wanted to help."
Ch`Dith looks up at Chad. "She should be doing those maneuvering exercises I 
discussed with her around now. Have you looked at the sky recently?"
Ch`Dith goes out to check
Chadrick blinks at Ch'Dith. "Actually, no. I was practicing."
Will rolls under Astronomy... fails.  "I don't know how to build a telescope 
offhand, but I'd be happy to learn how and help you construct one."
<Reed> Ch: she's a ways away, but she's up there.
Asmor heads into the kitchen, makes a few batches of Twinkies... the first two 
fail spectacularly.
<Reed> "Practicing? You?"
<Anya> "Well, it'll be my first time actually constructing one.  Never have I 
really had anywhere settled enough to have my own."
<Asmor> You hear muffled curses and the sounds of something pointed embedding 
itself in the wall.
<Will> <OOC> Asmor: Don't you need like unholy meldings of demonology and 20th 
Century science to make Twinkies?  ;^)
Ch`Dith watches her from the ground, giving the occasional telepathic praise or 
correction
<Anya> "Anyway...the other question I've been meaning to ask you...I haven't 
been too weird the past few days, have I?"
Chadrick reaches out a hand, conjures a staff and twirls it a few times, then 
makes it vanish. "Yep."
Tyler is now known as MacRae
Asmor starts on a third batch, a little more determined this time.
<Will> "I just bought the ones I'd had before.  My old one's probably in storage 
with the rest of my stuff back home.  Building one will be neat."
<Will> "Oh.  Um.  Weird?"
<Reed> "Take your time back there!  I have plenty still!"
<Chadrick> "Weird, Anya? Well, you were talking to fruit, but..."
<Anya> "Huh?"
<Will> "Well, there was the bit where you were talking to the pear.  Which is 
okay, I mean I could see myself doing that.  It was when it apparently talked 
back that I was, I admit, a little worried."
<Chadrick> "Oh, look at the time! I was going to ask if Aengie wanted to 
practice using that .45 again... must run."
Anya frowns.
<Reed> "Yeah, talking to fruit.  Jeeze, and I thought *I* was the Crazy around 
here."
Reed gives Anya a kooky grin.
Ch`Dith . o O (Good work on the form. Try making that last turn as tight as you 
can make it.)
Anya frowns at Reed.  "I...I..I..."
Anya takes a deep breath.  "I don't remember doing that."
Anya flicks back to the three page rant on "Vegetables are People too."
<Reed> "Well, I must be off... I'm due back at the lab to have my bolts 
tightened."
<Will> "Relax.  Doc said it was lack of sleep.  Which could excuse any number of 
talking objects."
Reed freezes when he realizes what he just said, and falls to the floor, curling 
up in a ball.  "No. Don't want to... lab is bad."
Anya takes a deep breath...  "Yeah, okay.  I guess that would explain why 
everything was...Reed?"
Reed rocks back and forth, muttering "Lab is bad... lab is bad..."
Ch`Dith . o O (Careful. You lose too much altitude in that swoop, and you keep 
your vector too long. In battle, that could end you dead.)
Asmor heads out... stops and peers at Reed. "Hey, I got those Twinkies baking... 
you okay?"
<Will> "Er."
<Anya> "Uhh..."
<Will> "I'm gonna go get the Doc."
<Anya> "Yeah, I'll see what I can do."
<Reed> "No.  Don't make me.  Lab is bad.  Bad scientists... mess up my mind."
Will sidles out of the room, keeping his distance from Reed.
Asmor stoops down, grabs Reed by the shoulder and shakes him a few times. "YO! 
Wake up! Smell the twinkies!"
Anya drops to her knees next to reed.  "Reed?"
<Asmor> "No lab, you got me? No lab!"
<Reed> "No lab?"
Reed curls up even tighter.
Asmor sighs. "No lab. Reed, are you okay?"
<Will> Once out of sight, I run over to the infirmary.  "Doctor?  Reed's curled 
up in the fetal position on the floor of the mess.  Help?"
Anya sighs, rolls on Paramedic to see what I can do to help (52%, needs 60%)
<Reed> "Lab have eggheads.  Eggheads bad... mess up my mind."
<Reed> Will: Jalil comes running.
<Asmor> "They're not here, Reed. You're with friends."
<Anya> "Reed.  Listen to me.  It's okay.  We're friends."
<Anya> "We're not going to hurt you."
<Reed> "no... hurt?"
<Anya> "No hurt."
<Asmor> "No hurt."
<Reed> Reed starts to relax.
<Asmor> "Come on. Twinkies?"
<Anya> "Asmor, we might want to keep him down until Jalil gets here."
Reed relaxes a bit more.  If he was a cat or dog, you could have sworn his ears 
perk up. "Twinkies?"
<Anya> "...Or maybe not."
<Asmor> "Yeah, hon, I'm making you twinkies. Here."
Asmor passes him the package she sampled.
Reed uncurls, but remains on the floor, nibbling the Twinkie.
<Reed> "What... what happened?"
Asmor looks at Anya. "Gee, when he said he was a Crazy..."
<Reed> Will and Jalil enter about this time...
<Anya> "He wasn't kidding?"
<Asmor> "You had a breakdown."
<Reed> note: Reed still has not grown back all his hair...
<Reed> "It's starting, isn't it?"
<Anya> "What's starting?"
<Reed> the cylinders are still visible.
<Will> "Oh God.  You're a *new* Crazy.  I... didn't realize."
<Asmor> "Look... what's up with this 'Crazy' thing?"
<Anya> "Well....it's complicated."
Reed looks at Asmor. "These..." *taps a cylinder ... "rewire the brain.  Colonel 
Mundry's chop-shop did a number on me."
Anya nods.  
Asmor <OOC> realizes a couple seconds too late that she shouldn't have said 
'what's up' ;)
<Will> *to Asmor*  "The conversion process places stresses on the brain it was 
never meant to take."
Asmor blinks. "I... think I see."
<Asmor> "Look, all I was trained in was magic... I don't quite understand this 
technology."
<Reed> "And yes, I'm a new Crazy... You think I was born with these things 
sticking out of my head?" I attempt a slight smile.
<Asmor> "Forgive me if I make an analogy... these 'cylinders' are like poorly-
maintained mutation spells meant to enhance the body, but end up crippling the 
mind?"
<Anya> "Sorta, yeah.  I think that's the closest you can get with that 
metaphor."
Will returns the smile, glad Reed's stabilizing.
<Asmor> "I see."
<Reed> "In a way, yes.  I figure, in about a year or two, I'll be a raving 
lunatic."
Asmor nods to herself. "And... it seems you are resigned to this?"
<Reed> "I'm only in this to save up enough to get them removed."
Will blinks.  "You an get 'em removed?"
<Will> +c
<Asmor> "Ahh. So there is hope." *nods* "Good."
<Reed> "But the insanities will remain."
<Will> "Coo."
<Asmor> "I see."
<Will> "Well, the ones you've got so far, sure.  But at least no new ones."
Anya sighs.
Asmor shrugs. "Well, I'd better check on those twinkies."
<Reed> "I dealt with a few ex-Crazies in my P.I. days... not pretty."
Reed struggles to stand up.
<Will> <OOC> Yeah./me helps.
Anya tries to help Reed up.
<Will> -<OOC> Yeah.
<Will> <OOC> 'Bout time to end game?
<Reed> <OOC> yeah... 2:30...
Anya sighs again, not knowing what to say.
You are now known as Arsenal
<Will> G'nite all.
Anya is now known as katster
<Arsenal> --------------- end of game ------------

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