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You are now known as Arsenal
<Anya> GMac: Y'know, you'd prolly have lived longer if UL hadn't been playing a 
nega-psi.
<Arsenal> First, XP from last session
<GMac> Anya: Possibly.
Chadrick has a campaign planned for next fri if nobody wants the slot.
<Will> Woohoo!
<GMac> Oooh!
<Arsenal> Kasia: 500
<Arsenal> Vander: 275
<Chadrick> Well, a one-shot. But it should be fun.
<Arsenal> Anya: 225
<Arsenal> Will: 300
<Arsenal> Ch`Dith: 275
Anya calls the one the week after that, had to abandon last week because I'm 
going home for the weekend.
<Arsenal> Reed: 250
<Arsenal> Rick: 125
<Arsenal> Eve: 175
<Arsenal> Chad: 125
<GMac> Anya: Then again, I would've ALSO lived much longer if Mr. Bigshot 
Wilhelm hadn't decided to play chicken. I was about to hop off the bike and run 
away. ;)
<Arsenal> Tyler: 425
<GMac> Whooo!
<Arsenal> Asmor: 200
<Ru`ach> Ars: What's mine from TheSeshBefore[tm]?
<Arsenal> Ru: that was a JR-sesh... we're all Still Waiting[tm]
<Ru`ach> Ahh.
<GMac> Ars: When we finally get the XP for those, Vix is gonna gain about a 
level and a half. ;)
<Arsenal> Vix: 100
<Anya> only one thousand two hundred more points to the next level....
<Anya> :)
<Chadrick> Ru, domeafav?
<Arsenal> Steve, Trent, Jalil, and Aengie all get 150 from the GM pool...
<Ru`ach> Ru wasn't there?
<Arsenal> of, and Ru does too... sorry.
<Arsenal> s/of/oh/
<Chadrick> I need the XP for level 2 for a Conjurer. Do you have FoM handy?
<Arsenal> hold on...
<Chadrick> (Does anyone?)
<Evelyn> brb
<Ru`ach> Yeah...
<Anya> Aris: 4400
<Chadrick> Arigato.
Anya happened to have it right next to the computer.
<Arsenal> 2200
<Anya> Ooops.
Chadrick huhs? Conflicting evidence?
<Arsenal> 2200 to get to L2
<Anya> I gave you the border between l2 and l3.
<GMac> Ars: Ohyeah... while we're at it, couldja' fling me tyler's sheet, if 
you've got it?
<Chadrick> An: Okee.
GMac isn't on his normal computer. %P
<Arsenal> Mac: catch
<GMac> thankye
<Arsenal> Now, while Mac takes over for the first hour or so, this GM is going 
to go IC.
You are now known as Aengie
UpLink [uplink@pm3std1-1.uplink.net] has joined #Rifts
Prozac sets mode: +o UpLink 
UpLink is now known as Vander
<Asmor> Tiiiiiming.
<Vander> Oi!
<Rick> Cyg says "Hi"
<Vander> <OOC> Asmor: I've always had good timing :)]
<Vander> -]
<Aengie> <Ars> 'lo UL...
GMac cracks his knuckles, starts up perldice, and prepares to summon up the 
willpower to not turn a shopping trip into a trip to Alpha Complex. ;)
<Aengie> time of day?
<Vander> Aengie: Now :)
<Anya> GMac: I know you can do it...concenrate.  Focus.
<GMac> Anya: But... but...
<Vander> GMac: Ah, blow the whole sesh
<GMac> Ohwell. What the hell... I've still got Stan. >%)
<GMac> Everybody ready?
<Aengie> sure...
<Anya> I guess.
<Will> Yup.
<Asmor> <OOC> AIEE! STAN!
<Asmor> Yeah, sure. ;)
<GMac> Shad: You 'wake?
<GMac> hrm. guess not. Shall we wait, or start without him?
<Rick> go
<Vander> Mac: What Rick said
<Aengie> start w/out him... it *is* a Girl's Night Out. ;)
<Vander> Aengie: It is? I was hoping to get that equipment for HobbiTech 
tonigfht
<Vander> -f
<GMac> ---- Sore wa... ----
<GMac> ---- Sesh Begins ----
<Ru`ach> --- The Saga Begins --- ?
<GMac> It's roughly a week after capturing the Giant Robot, the sun is in the 
sky, and it's one of those days that makes you want to either go to the beach or 
kill yourself, depending on the status of your social life. 
<Anya> <OOC> Dammit...I wanna see "The Saga Ends!" on a billboard sometime.
Asmor ties her hair back, enters the women's barracks looking for that winged 
girl.
Aengie steps out of the shower and starts changing into her normal clothes.
Ru`ach lies around doing nothing like she's been doing so much lately.
<Asmor> <OOC> *snicker* Timing. ;)
<GMac> <OOC> Pardon me while I go take a cold shower. 
<GMac> <OOC> %)
<Aengie> +having finished a greuling session with Ch`Dith's flight combat 
school.
<Vander> <OOC> o/~ My my This here Anakin guy may be Vader some day later, now 
he's just a small fry / He left his home and kissed his mommy good-bye saying 
'Some day gonna be a Jedi / Some day gona be a Jedi o/~
rbos politely doesn't guttermind.
Asmor pokes her head over to Ru. "Hey, Ru'ach. Have you seen Aengie around?"
Anya sits on her bunk reading and tying her shoes.
Rick checks out his new toy.
Aengie shakes her wings, drying them.
<Ru`ach> *to Angie* "Shower, I think."
<GMac> Tyler is sitting on the roof of the mess hall, staring at the sky and 
dreaming of RJ-45 connectors.
<Asmor> "Ahh. Okay."
Vander does the usual Vander thing and destro^H^H^H^H^tinkers with things in the 
motorpool
Asmor leans against the wall to wait.
Will is pondering the ingredients of glass and how to shape a lens right.
<Vander> <OOC> Ars: New Skill. Glassworks
<Asmor> "Do you think there was enough mint in the sauce for the lamb last 
night?"
Aengie steps out of the bathroom, wearing a long-sleeved shirt that's been cut 
to accomodate the wings, tight jeans, and sandals, then spots Asmor. "Oh, it's 
you."
<GMac> <OOC> BRB... Talk amongst yourselves.
<Will> <OOC> Not that I can pick up a new skill for about 30,000 XP... :P
<Asmor> "Nevermind. Aengaela, I need to talk to you."
<Aengie> "What for? If it's about the stink bomb at breakfast, I swear, that was 
Tyler's doing."
Anya swings both feet over the side of her bunk, picks up the book she is 
reading, sticks it on top of the dresser, and grins at herself in the mirror. 
Asmor smirks. "No, not that. We need to restock on spices."
<GMac> <OOC> .. WHAT?! Bah. ;)
<Asmor> "And meat, too, while I'm thinking about it."
<Aengie> <OOC> *wink*
<Vander> <OOC> Sorry, but I don't think any Arrakeen sandworms came through the 
Rifts lately :)
<Aengie> "Meat?  You mean you're not going to go kill someone this time?"
Anya pushes her bangs out of her eyes, picks the book back up and wanders 
through the barracks, around beds, while reading.
<Asmor> <OOC> Bah. We can get some imported from Kessel. ;)
<GMac> <OOC> Mmm. Glitterstim Spice! %)
<Aengie> "But I do need to pick up a few things, myself."
<Vander> <OOC> Asmor; Make a deal with the Hutts? :)
Asmor rolls her eyes and continues. "Since you seem to be one of the more 
squeamish in the company in regards to what you eat, I'd like to have you 
along."
<Asmor> <OOC> Van: Han Solo owes me a few favors. ;)
<Vander> <OOC> And the midget still refuses to go anywhere near the mess!
<Vander> <OOC> Asmor: :)
Anya stops dead center in the middle of the room, still reading her book...
<GMac> Anybody near the mess hall will hear a short yelp, followed by a thud and 
muffeled whimpering. Anybody actually looking at the front of the mess hall 
would see Tyler fall off and land in front of it, dented, but not broken.
<Aengie> "Squeamish? It's barbarric to eat people." *sigh*  "But I suppose 
that's just my people's culture."
<Asmor> "It was already dead. Besides, after cooking for a Pit Lord for seven 
years, you get used to seeing demihumans go under the knife. It was either that 
or me as main course."
Will <OOC>ly eyes base.jpg.  Do we have a library/study yet?
<Aengie> "Hell, why not.  I've going stir crazy here, with the taskmasters who 
call themselves my combat trainers."
<Vander> <OOC> Will: Bug the midget to build one
Asmor glances at the other two. "You guys want to come along? Blow some of your 
hard-earned pay?"
<Aengie> <OOC> Will: maybe in one of the barracks buildings...
Anya winces about the food talk (vegetables anyone?) and goes to look for Will.
<Will> <OOC> Vander: First things first.  Gotta get permission from the boss to 
do some remodeling in the barracks.
<Vander> <OOC> Will: I don't gotta get permission for nothing. I *own* the base 
:)
<GMac> <OOC> Will: If you touch Vix's or Tyler's personal space, they're likely 
to kill you. Besides, do you really want to know what Vix does in his off-time? 
;)
<Will> Anya: He's eyeing several walls and windows outside of Barracks #2 in a 
thoughtful fashion.
<Aengie> "I need to see Mr. Took... Vander... about my armor, see if he has it 
done yet, then I'll be right with oyu, okay?"
<Asmor> "Of course."
Asmor shrugs. "I'll probably in the kitchen. I need to bug that hobbit about a 
proper stove."
GMac <OOC> ponders Vix having a little hydroponics garden under his bed, for 
growing marijuana. %)
Aengie opens a window, and flies over to the garage.
<Vander> <OOC> Good luck, people cooker!
<Will> <OOC> Van needs to start up a WorkQueue[tm].  ;^)
Chadrick glances up in time to see Aengie fly over. "Hey, Aengie!"
<Asmor> <OOC> Watch my 'l337 windowswapping powers! %)
Anya wanders outside, squinting at the sunny day.  "Ugh.  Too bright."
<Aengie> "Hey, Chad! Asmor and I are heading into town.  Want to tag along?"
Will hears Aengie, twitches slightly.
Chadrick grins. "You need to ask? Of course!"
Aengie lands, and heads into the garage.  "Mister Took?"
<Chadrick> *walking with Aengie* "I found this charming bar at the edge of 
town..."
<GMac> Tyler walks up to Chad, wobbling slightly. "Did you vid what packet I 
collided with, just now? Uggghhh."
<Chadrick> *to self* "Was that the fifth or sixth Ru and I crashed into..."
Vander straightens up to see who's calling him, bangs the back of his head on 
the overhanging part of what he's working on. "OW!"
<Chadrick> *blinks@Tyler* "Nope, missed it. What?"
Anya shades her eyes from the sun and looks around.
Rick enters the room after checking the systems on the Enforcer.
<Rick> "hey everyone."
Vander rubs the back of his head. "Hey, kid. What can I do fer ya?"
<Will> <OOC> Rick: Which room?
<GMac> Tyler rubs the back of his neck and winces, picking dirt out of his 
spiked hair with the other hand. "Dunno. Packetloss. I was vidding the blue, and 
then... packetloss."
<Anya> <OOC> Ummm....Rick?  Can I ask what room?
<Aengie> *in Spanish* "Do you have my armor ready, Seņor Took?"
<Rick> <OOC> Mess hall
Chadrick fails his Spanish roll, taps his ear a couple times and shrugs.
<Vander> *blinkblink* "Whu...? Talk English, kid."
<Will> <OOC> No one's there, except maybe the nonplaying characters.  Everyone's 
in the motor pool, where the Enforcer you were just checking was.
<Aengie> "Sorry..."
<Aengie> "Do you have my armor ready, Mister Took?"
<GMac> <Tyler> *to Chad* "So, what were you and the flygirl interfacing about?"
<Rick> oops sorry lagged.
<Chadrick> *to Tyler* "No comprende. You can speak normal, right?"
<Rick> <ooc> I was writing down the stats and lost the plot.
<Will> <OOC> n/p
<GMac> <Tyler> "Oh, what? Yes, of course I can speak normal. What, you think I'm 
some sort of freak?" *mad grin*
Evelyn returns from the void <[VoiD]>
Anya sees Will pondering the walls of the barracks.  "A credit for your 
thoughts."
<GMac> "I asked what you two were talking about."
<Vander> *to Aengie* "Oh, that. Yeah, right over here." *walks over to a 
workstall and pulls the tarp off the shiney new armor*
<Will> *to Anya, luxuriously*  "Liiiibrary."
<Chadrick> "Ah-hah. Yeah. Nothing."
Aengie looks over the armor.  <OOC> CVR-she, with ArmorWeave/chain mail wings, I 
take it?
<Anya> "Oooh...you mean instead of hiding the piles of books under your bunk?"  
<Vander> "Here ya're. I added a few specials to this baby."
<GMac> He squints at Chad. "Nothing? Yeah. Sure, man." *winkwink* "I see.. 
protecting your territory. Heeee."
<Vander> Aengie: Yes
Aengie tries it on...
Chadrick looks affronted. "Aengie is her own territory." *to self* "And she's 
got huge tracts of land."
<Chadrick> %)
<rbos> O_o
<Evelyn> *groan* ;)
<Aengie> "I heard that, Chadrick."
<Will> *more seriously*  "I mean, right now we have to do our work in the mess, 
or our room.  We need not only someplace to put our books, but someplace to 
study them."
Chadrick looks innocent. "Whaaa?"
Rick walks back into the Motor Pool to see what everyone's up to.
<Vander> *to Aengie* "Flip on the power. I upped the strength augmentions to 
almost double, and strapped on a set of vibro-blades."
<Aengie> <OOC> I said Armor, not Cyclone.
<GMac> Tyler sneers. "You've got one hell of a libido, man. Old-time that'd be 
statutory rape, one of my old friends told me, once."
<Vander> <OOC> I know
<Aengie> <OOC> the CVR-she has no strength augmentation.
<Vander> <OOC> It doesn't?
Chadrick shoots a withering look at Tyler. "Why don't you let *her* decide, 
hmm?"
<Aengie> <OOC> it's environmental battle armor, not power armor.
<GMac> "Oh, you mean... take a lesson from you? Heh. Good one."
<GMac> </dripping sarcasm>
<Aengie> <OOC> the full Cyclone system is power armor
<Chadrick> <OOC> o/~ You walk like an ace, now, you walk like an ace... o/~
<Vander> <OOC> Ah Any chance I coulda turned it into low-levl PA?
<Aengie> <OOC> nope.
<Vander> OK
<Aengie> <OOC> Aengie just wanted armor... nothing special.
Anya nods.  "Yeah...it would be a definite improvement.  Anyway..."
<GMac> <OOC> What, he's all out of duct tape? You can do anything with ducttape. 
;)
Chadrick rolls his eyes. "Go play with your skateboard."
<Aengie> "This fits great.  You are a ... how you say... genus?"
<Chadrick> "Genius, hon."
<Aengie> (Language roll failed. %)
<Aengie> 56, needed 50
<Vander> "Heh. That's 'genius', kid. And thanks fer sayin' so."
<Vander> :)
<Will> *to Anya*  "Yes?"
<Will> +concerned look
<GMac> Tyler frowns, sliding his right hand into its glove. "Why don't you, 
Chadrick, as they say, go take a cold shower. Then we'll talk about my.. *cough* 
skateboard."
<Aengie> "Thank you."
Chadrick smirks and raises an eyebrow. "Go off. Play with your toys, kid."
Anya hands Will a sheet of paper.  "Not anything life threatening, this time.  I 
just was up late last night and worked out the dimensions and stuff on the 
project, wanted somebody to check my math."
<Rick> *to Vander* "hey Van. Is there anything you can do with the Enforcer ?"
<Aengie> "Chad, I'll meet you at the gate in a few minutes.  I have to stash 
this in my locker."
<Chadrick> "Right, Aengie."
Will takes and eyes the paper.
<Vander> *to Aengie* "By the way, if you want the power out put on your gun 
upped, lemme know. I've been getting some good results with the Coalition crap 
we picked up."
<GMac> Tyler waggles the six inch claws attached to his right hand at Chad. 
"Sure, don't mind if I do. How about I start by removing your nose?"
<Will> "You know it's unlikely your math needs checking, hon... what is it?"
<Vander> *to Rick* "Just let me tear it down to it's frame and there ain't 
nothing I couldn't do with it."
<GMac> actually.. s/hand/glove
Aengie flight-hops over to the women's barracks, stashes her new armor in the 
locker, grabs her knapsack and wallet, then flies over to the mess hall, looking 
for Asmor
Chadrick lowers his eyelids and watches Tyler for about fifteen seconds without 
moving. "Why don't you put that somewhere it'd be useful - like straight up your 
ass?"
<Vander> *to Chad and Tyler* "Hey! If ya ain't here ta buy, get outta my 
kitchen!'
<Rick> "All I want is the weapons systems suped up and maybe a little in the 
sensors."
<Aengie> +, hesitates before grabbing her pistols
<Anya> "As I said, that's all I wanted...and to see what you were up to."
<Vander> *to Rick* "No prob there, kid. I'll see what I can rig fer ya."
<Rick> "Thanks runt."
<GMac> *to Vander* "Gotcha.." *to Chad, heading for door* "Cool it... I'm just 
observing stuff, eh?"
Will rolls on Advanced Math, passes with 23% on 65%.  Did Anya pass when doing 
her calculations?
<Aengie> "Asmor? You ready?"
<GMac> +<Tyler>
Chadrick snorts, lets Intuitive Combat fade, half-salutes Vander mockingly 
before leaving.
<Anya> 47%, from 65%...yeah. :)
<GMac> <OOC> Heh. I'd love to see Chadrick take on Tyler. I don't think Steve 
would like the mess, tho. ;)
Asmor glances out at Aengie. "Sure, gimme a second."
<Will> "They look good."  Hands back paper.  "Southern exposure, do you think?  
I like a well-lit room for reading."
Asmor picks up her list and heads out.
<Anya> "Yeah...but with the sun, watch where you put the books."
<Will> *nod* "Back of the room.  We can only dream that one day we'll have 
enough that it'd be a problem."  He grins.
Vander eyes Chad as he leaves. . o O (Gimme five seconds alone with you and 
bandsaw, and...)
Anya smiles.  "Yeah...wouldn't it be wonderful, though?"
Asmor has her 9mm, her laser pistol, and her knife with her. Under the cloak, of 
course.
<GMac> Tyler watches Chad head off, and goes back into Vander's shop. "Yo, 
greasemonkey?"
Chadrick heads over to catch Aengie... and Asmor, of course, but what can you 
do?
Aengie flight-hops from the Mess Hall to land next to Chad, and looks over at 
Anya. "Might as well make a day of it.  Hey Anya! Will! Shopping trip?"
<Vander> *to Tyler, from under what he was interrupted in working on* "What?"
Tyler [kurt@dialpool1023-pri.voicenet.com] has joined #Rifts
<Tyler> <OOC> There we go..
<Will> "Sure."  *to Anya* "Do you know if they have a glazier in town?"
<Tyler> *to Vander* "You're negatory on 'can grokking, right?"
<Will> <OOC> Ars, GM: Do they?
<Anya> "I don't know...wouldn't hurt to look, would it?
<Anya> +"
<Tyler> Prolly.
<Aengie> <OOC> No idea...
<Tyler> It's a decent-sized town, after all, and people need windows repaired. 
Let's say "yes"
<Aengie> <OOC> I'd imagine so... 
<GMac> Whoops. Wrong window. ;)
<Vander> *to Tyler* "Sorta. I know the spew, but ain't got the syntax, y'know?"
Evelyn <ooc> hrms.. does the base have any sort of training center?
Asmor smiles. "Great, the other vegetarian is coming. You can help Aengie make 
sure I'm not practicing cannibalism."
<Will> *whispered to Anya*  "Pretty much why I'm coming."
<Tyler> "Oh. Sure... I'll just speak 'normally'. So.. you said you might have a 
job for me, last week?"
<Aengie> <OOC> Eve: whatever's been cobbled together, methinks.
Anya laughs.  "Well, I'll go to protect the vegetables from you vegetarians."
<Asmor> <OOC> <Van> "Yes. Kill Chad." ;)
<Vander> *to Tyler* "Yeah, I did. You ever do anything with R&D type stuff?"
<Will> "..."
<Asmor> "Wonderful. Can you think of anyone else who'd want to go?"
<Anya> "Joke."
<Aengie> "I am not a vegetarian.  I just prefer to have food that never talked."
<Will> *relieved*  "Of course.  I knew that."
<Aengie> "Ru, maybe?"
Asmor nods.
<Vander> . o O (Best R&D peeps are grade schoolers! Too ignorant to know better, 
too imaginative to care less.) :)
Rick <OOCly> passes Aengie a mute.
<Tyler> "Sure did... I souped up my board myself. It's like second-nature to me. 
When your equipment failing causes you to get killed by Coalition freakboys, you 
get good at design and repair, y'know?"
<Asmor> "And... what are we going to do for transportation?"
Rick follows the rest of the group.
Evelyn <ooc> shrugs, just pretends she assembled some sort of workout station in 
the femme barracks, and is currently there, making with her daily regiment.
<Chadrick> "I have a motorcycle, but it only seats two."
<Anya> "We could drag out my jeep, that'll fit four, and hope everyone else can 
drive what other random things are around here?
<Anya> +"
<Aengie> <OOC> Will: I talked with JR, and we agreed that Steve bought a trio of 
the combat pickups from my web site...
<GMac> <OOC> <Chad> Aengie, you can ride with me! Hold on real tight!" *DUCKS*
<Will> <OOC> Coo, thanks.
<Vander> *to Tyler* "Groovy! I'm gonna need help redesigning the schems on the 
boss' Plow into something a bit inferior, but still attractive to potential 
buyers."
<Chadrick> <OOC> GM: That's the idea. ;)
<Aengie> <OOC> Hell, why not? ;)
<Will> <OOC> Chad: With those wings?  She'd blow off.
<Ru`ach> brb
<Chadrick> <OOC> That's why she has to hold on REAL tight, silly. ;)
<Aengie> <OOC> the wings can fold enough to not be a problem.
<Will> Okay.
Chadrick quirks an eyebrow at Aengie in query
Aengie ponders Chad's statement for a second. "Okay.  Where is it?"
Asmor hmms. "Mind if I grab a ride with you, Anya?"
<Tyler> "Da-yamn. That'll bring in some cash. Hey, does anybody around here 
carry, uh... y'know.. scotch?"
<Rick> <OOC> who's all going?
<GMac> <OOC> ROAD TRIP! %)
<Will> *to Tyler*  "See Vix.  I dunno what all he brews, but he seems to like 
it."
<Vander> *to Tyler* "The booze or tape?"
Chadrick points at the garage. "Right this way."
<Aengie> <OOC> everyone but Vander and Eve, so far."
<Anya> "Sure.  Lemme go get it."  *jogs off to the motorpool*
<Ru`ach> b (with tea)
Aengie follows Chad.
<Tyler> "Booze. Great for those cold night, y'know? I haven't had any good 
scotch since I left Chi-Town.. for all the things wrong with those jerks, they 
didn't care much about age. Well, not if you had the money, anyway."
Chadrick be's intelligent(*gasp*) and puts on a helmet, hands one to Aengie.
<Vander> *to Tyler* "What Will said, or you might see if one o' the girls'd see 
what they can get in town."
Evelyn notes the rumbling of engines, and wanders out the courtyard, toweling 
off. "Where's the party?" she inquires to anyone within earshot.
Aengie suppresses a giggle as she puts on the helmet.
Tyler hrms. "Who's this Vix guy, anyway?"
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Chad's coming on Girls' night out?
<GMac> <OOC> Kinky.
<Asmor> *to Ev* "We're going to town to get... well, I'm getting food supplies. 
Want to come?"
Anya opens the door to the motorpool, and backs the jeep out.
<Vander> <OOC> And while you're all out, Vander has to defend the base all on 
his own from marauding Mercenary Mimes with only the Triax bots for back up :)
<Aengie> <OOC> I have plans. ;)
<GMac> <OOC> Van: Ohyeah, thanks for reminding me. I still need to finish that 
OCC. %)
<Vander> <OOC> GMac: n/p :)
<Evelyn> "Hell, why not. Not much going on here. And I could use some decent 
weightlifting gear."
<Asmor> "Great. It's a party, then."
<Chadrick> <OOC> Will's coming, too. ;)
Evelyn <ooc> strangles MR.
<GMac> <OOC> ackackack!
Rick grabs a hoverhogs and pulls away following the group. 
Anya closes the door and pulls up next to Asmor.  "Good afternoon.  I'll be your 
chauffeur this afternoon.  To where would you like to go, ma'am?"
Evelyn dashes to the motorpool and fetches her bike.
<Asmor> "Right into town would be great." *climbs aboard*
<Will> "A party... good point.  This *is* a lot of people.  Maybe I should stay 
behind, as well as a couple others.  'Specially those useful to base defense.  
Chad, maybe?  If Ru's going, a magician'd be nice to have."
<Asmor> *grin*
Tyler grumbles, glancing over his shoulder. *quietly* "Chad dies."
Aengie stradles Chad's motorcycle, wrapping her arms around him.
<Aengie> "Sorry, Chad's coming with me... us."
<Will> "Mkay."
Chadrick flips up the visor, grins sheepishly at Will. "Seems I've been 
shanghaied."
<Tyler> "Okay, no, make that REALLY dies."
<Vander> *to Tyler* "Just don't kill him in here on my nice clean floors!" *the 
floors are covered with grease and metal debris * :)
Chadrick swivles around to grin at Aengie. "Can't say I mind all that much. 
What's a man to do?"
Ru`ach , er, joins Will, I assume?
<Will> <OOC> Naw, Ru should go.
<Aengie> *sweetly* "Shut up and drive?"
Tyler picks up a chunk of debris and prods at it with his claws. "Sure. Want to 
help?"
<Chadrick> "Just gimme the keys, and I'll drive you crazy!"
Anya eyebrowraises.  Yells at Will.  "You want me to check for a glassmaker?"
<Chadrick> <OOC> [50 point ref - song]
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Will: It would appear they've left me behind.
<Vander> *to Tyler* "I would, but I have work to do."
<Anya> ru: <OOC> We haven't left yet.  Got room for one more...
Asmor glances at Anya. "Hold on. Lemme go see if Ru wants to come. That girl 
should get out more."
Evelyn tears out of the garage, missing Tyler by mere inches, and skids to a 
halt in the court.
<Ru`ach> <OOC> *chuckle*
<Will> "Yeah.  I'll stay around and do some remodeling measurements."
<Anya> "Okay, fair enough.  Anything you want from town?"
Tyler arghs, falling over, and shaking his fist at Evelyn. "Dammit!"
Asmor jumps out, heads to the barracks. "Hey, Ru?"
Chadrick chuckles lightly at Tyler.
Anya sets mode: +o Tyler 
<Will> *headshake*  "Oh, wait.  See about a vid disk recorder, would you?  
Prices, at least."
<Ru`ach> "Mmmm?"
<Asmor> "We're heading into town for a shopping trip. Wanna come?"
<Anya> "Will do."
Vander finishes what he's working on and decides to spend the rest of the day 
tinkering with the power stats on the Company's e-weaps
<Ru`ach> "Mmmmm." *gets up*
Tyler pulls the crowbar off his back, and waves it at Chadrick. "Bye, Mr. 
Chadrick!"
<Evelyn> Ru: Language: Mumble?
<Evelyn> %)
Chadrick conjures an identical crowbar, spins it a few times, then salutes Tyler 
with it. "Bye, squirt!"
<Vander> :)
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Eve: something like that %)
<Tyler> "See ya.." . o ( Yeah, I'll see you in hell. )
Chadrick vanishes it and clicks his visor down.
Asmor heads out, gets in the jeep again.
<Anya> *mutters* "One of these days, Chad's gonna get himself killed."
Aengie gives Tyler a glare. *whispered to Chad* "Don't tell me I have another 
admirer.  He's too immature for me."
<Rick> *to anyone* "So when we get to town what are we gonna do?"
Anya turns around.  "Ru coming?"
Ru`ach follows Asmor
<Vander> <OOC> I could boobytrap the showers :)
<Chadrick> . o O (HELL YEAH!!)
<rbos> %D
<Chadrick> "Oh, I'm sure you'll find a way to tell him off tactfully."
<Chadrick> "Or we could pound him into the concrete... that's a little easier, 
but Steve might get annoyed."
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Rick: <voice SRC="cheezy enthusiasm">We're gonna SHOP 'TILL WE 
DROP!</voice> %D
<Will> <OOC> So the only guys on Girl's Night Out are Chad and Rick.  I sense 
humorously embarassing things of a male persuasion in the near future.  >%^)
<Aengie> "Forget the kid.  Let's roll."
<Anya> "Goot.  Everybody please fasten your seatbelts for takeoff, and thank you 
for flying NSC Airlines."  *starts the engiine, drives off*
<Chadrick> "Right." *waves to Anya, starts out*
Aengie *holds on to Chad* as he accellerates
<Tyler> <OOC> I can see live electrical cables accidentally being left running 
across the floor of Chad's room sans insulation, in Chadrick's future. ;)
<Aengie> <OOC> s/room/bunk/
<Rick> brb
Evelyn guns the throttle, riding a wheely out of the gate. (33% of 65%, passed. 
%))
<Tyler> *to Vander* "Hey, do you know if there's any power conduits directly 
above Chad's bed?"
Tyler rubs his hands together.
<Will> *to Tyler*  "Now, now.  Gentlemen of wit can be more subtle.  Killing him 
outright could upset Aengaela."
<GMac> Ev: You almost run over Vix, who's wandering about by the front gate, in 
a drug-induced stupor. ;)
<Vander> *to Tyler* "Not off-hand, but we could go see." *evil grin*
Ru`ach <OOC> idly wonders if Tyler is a Riftsanoya spy... ;)
<Tyler> *to Will* "Who the hell ever said I was a gentleman? Haaaa."
Chadrick eyes Evelyn, pours on the power to overtake her, swerves just next to 
her and out again. *pilot roll passed*
<Rick> bak
<Vander> *to Tyler* "I think he means me."
Anya keeps the jeep on a straight course to town with no theatrics.
Aengie laughs out loud and raspberries Eve as they pass her.
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Asmor shakes her head and points at Chad and Ev. "Kids."
<Vander> re Ship
Mikke wanders town.
Aengie sets mode: +o Mikke 
<Will> "Anyway, you two can help me look for power cables in the walls.  I'm 
thinking about remodeling the second floor of Barracks #2 into a study and 
library."
Ru`ach looks at the view outside?
Anya nods.  
<Vander> <OOC> Now that would be a bad combo. Fred and Asmor on the same team
<Will> <OOC> Stage directions: base fades from plot?
<Tyler> "Whatever... really, though. I think the flygirl's attractive, but I've 
had bad luck with my social life, in the past. But I worry, y'know? Chad's a 
bastard, and I'd like to see his burnt and electrocuted corpse, eh?"
Rick checks for music stores
<GMac> Bingo... time jump!
<GMac> %)
<Vander> <OOC> Will: *nod*
Evelyn isn't one to back down from such a challenge, guns the throttle again, 
and cuts right in front of Chadrick by inches. *12, pass*
<Aengie> *whispered to Chad* "Pull over next to that dress shop, 'k?"
<GMac> Okay, a little bit in the future... you see Worth just ahead of you.
Asmor pulls over, stops on a dime(roll passed)
<Asmor> Er. Wrong window. %P
Chadrick pulls over and stops on a dime.
<Anya> <OOC> Failed you windowswitching skill?
<Asmor> <OOC> You got it. ;)
<Vander> <OOC> How come nobody ever stops on a quarter?
<Evelyn> dimes are smaller
<rbos> vander; COMMUNIST!
<Vander> <OOC> But quarters are more valuable
<Vander> <ooc> ROB: infidel! i AM A *capitalist*!
<Vander> <ooc> *KILLS HIS CAPSLOCK*
Tyler has been mulling about the male barracks during this whole time, prodding 
around the ceiling and walls near Chad's bunk. We can assume he'll be doing this 
for the rest of the time the people are out shopping.
<Rick> brb
<Vander> brb foodgetting
Chadrick <OOC> makes plans to spend the night in a hotel? ;) *runs*
<Chadrick> <OOC> Wait, I've been doing that anyway. ;)
Evelyn slows to a sane pace as she pulls into Worth, windowshopping, so to 
speak.
<Rick> bak
<Anya> "So...Asmor needs to go to the grocery store...I need to find a 
glassmaker, and...Ru?  What do you need to do?"
Aengie gets off the bike.  "You know, I never knew how beautiful these dresses 
could be."
<Ru`ach> "Uh, er, nothing..."
<Asmor> "Ru needs to windowshop."
<GMac> Anya: You notice a shop with the sign "Stan's Quality Glass Emporium"
<GMac> %)
<Aengie> <OOC> *facedesk* ;)
<rbos> O_o
<Asmor> <OOC> DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEIDIE!!!!!
<Anya> <OOC> Dohoh.
<Aengie> "Coming inside?"
Chadrick sets the lock, gets off. "Of course."
<Vander> <OOC> Stan's Used Starship Emporium? :)
Rick stops the Hog in front of a music store. Gets off and enters the store.
<Will> <OOC> Aengie: Get a pure white robe, I tell ya.  And a flaming sword!  
And a glowing crucifix pendant!  And a halo spell!  MAKE THE CREATURES OF THE 
NIGHT FLEE IN HORROR!!  Before they realize they just made a mistake, of course.  
;^)
Anya notes this occurance, and continues driving, is going to drop Asmor off at 
the general store first.
Aengie steps into the store, starts looking around for the right dress.
<Aengie> <OOC> BTW, her wings are *NOT* white... they're a speckled brown.
Chadrick <OOC> gets mizu.
<GMac> Rick: A burly man grunts at you as you enter. "Whatchoowant, boy?"
<Will> <OOC> I *know* that.  You've told me a lot of times.
<Aengie> <OOC> this is for the record, to all.
<GMac> <OOC> Ohyeah, and if you want a flaming sword, I'm pretty sure Bivouac 
would lend you his. ;)
<Anya> <OOC> Aengie: Details, details.
<Rick> "anything by Sonic Bloom?"
Aengie holds up a powder blue dress in front of her by a mirror.  "What do you 
think?"
<Will> <OOC> Rick: Ask for something by "Erratic Juju."  ;^) </self-promotion>
<Vander> <OOC> Ars: You were right about that guy. He is a good guitarist
<Anya> "Hey, Asmor, anytime you see somewhere you want to get off at, let me 
know."
<Aengie> <OOC> Rick: what about "Sixth Man Unplugged"?
<GMac> The man grunts at Rick again, and reaches under the counter. After a few 
seconds, he holds up something reading "Dark-Colored Sunday". "'zis it? I don' 
know you kidses pansy-boy music. Wassit called 'gain?"
<Rick> <OOC> is that your band?
<Vander> <OOC> Or 'Urban Renewal'?
<Vander> ;)
<Will> <OOC> Pen's.
<Chadrick> <OOC> back
<Asmor> "Right."
<GMac> <OOC> Dark-Colored Sunday, featuring Wizzy Wizbirth. %)
<Rick> "Sonic Bloom"
Chadrick looks Aengie over. "Radiant."
<Vander> <OOC> The band's #1 Hit was Texas Chaingun Massacre? :)
Anya drives through town.
Will OOCly just realized a slight problem with being a flying humanoid wearing a 
long dress...
Aengie looks in the mirror. "Doesn't quite match my eyes." *looks for a darker 
shade*
<Vander> Will: Heehee :)
<rbos> will; slow. ;)
<GMac> "Oh. Right." *ducks behind counter* *crunching noises, cursing* *stands 
up again* "Here. 'zis it?" *holds out an album labeled "Sonik Buum" in what is 
presumably the man's handwriting. Another, neater label says "Sonic Boom"*
<rbos> besides, who'd fly in a dress?  it'd screw up you rnatural streamlining
<rbos> if you could fly, you'd do it in skintight clothing, if at all
Chadrick nods. "Whatever you say. I defer to the expert."
<GMac> rb: Yeah, but it'd make Chad happy.
<GMac> ;)
<Chadrick> <OOC> O:)
Aengie pulls one off the rack. "Wait here, while I try it on."
<GMac> Anya: You pass by Stan's, again. A blinking neon light in the window 
reads: "QUALITY! GLASS! SHOP AT STAN'S!"
Asmor hmms, sees a spce shop. "Let's stop there... we can look for a butcher's 
later."
<Asmor> spice, even
Aengie disappears into a changing room.
<Rick> "never mind. I'll check the music myself." *Goes to the racks.*
<Anya> "Okay."
Ru`ach <OOC> feels the hangover be reduced to heartburn. And that's not 
difficult to take care of... >%)
<Vander> <OOC> Aris: Come to think of it, Kasia was right. Vander *is* a sexless 
little shoebox. All the babes in the NSC and he has yet to hit on any of them
rbos snickers
Chadrick waits, leaning on the wall and dreaming his little dreamy dreams.
<GMac> The man shrugs at Rick. "Fine. But if I catch yo ass stealin' anything, I 
gonna break you in two."
Evelyn looks about for a sporting goods store, or a fitness store, or a one-
stop-mercenary-shop. ;)
<rbos> are there any slightly dumpy, average-looking females in this troop? ;)
Anya pulls into a parking spot nearby the spice shop, and the glass shop.
<Asmor> <OOC> rob: Asmor is a normal-looking gal.
<rbos> which makes her the exception. ;)
<Anya> rob: <OOC> Anya, prolly.
GMac <OOC> opens up Stan's charsheet...
<Rick> "I wouldn't do that." *looks for new music.*
<Anya> <OOC> *sigh* I knew this was gonna happen... :P
<Aengie> When Aengie comes out, she is wearing a navy blue sleeveless halter-
front dress that fits her like a glove.  As she spins around, you notice it's 
open-backed down to the waist, hooking at the collar.
<rbos> anya strikes me as the cute-with-glasses-and-hair-tied-back-but-can-
dress-up-stunningly type
Asmor heads into the spice shop and browses, looking for Stuff She Needs
<Aengie> "Well?"
<GMac> Asmor: There is, unfortunately, no rack labeled "Stuff Asmor Needs". 
There IS, however, racks and racks and racks and racks and racks (etc.) of 
spices.
Chadrick raises his eyebrows. "Wow."
<GMac> s/is/are
Will OOCly hears the theme for "Hook" by the LHB queue up.  :9
<Asmor> <OOC> Damn. ;)
Anya hops out of the jeep and looks up at Ru.  "Going somewhere?"
<Ru`ach> "Er, no, not really."
<Anya> "Want to come to the glass shop with me?"
<Asmor> <OOC> Get another navel piercing! %)
<Aengie> "Thank you."  
<GMac> <OOC> Hee! With Stan's MA, he gets a 92% charm/impress roll. >%)
<GMac> <OOC> BRB.
<Anya> <OOC> How the hell did he get a 27?
<Vander> <OOC> With Vander's MA, Stan would need it to get him to buy anything 
:)
<GMac> <OOC> OCC bonuses. 
<Asmor> <OOC> Used Car Salesman OCC? ;)
<Anya> <OOC> Ah ha.  Do I be deathly afraid now?
Aengie disappears back into the changing room and comes out carrying the dress.  
"Now to get matching shoes."
<GMac> <OOC> I used a Con-Man OCC (no, I didn't make this one).
<Rick> *to Store owner* "I'ld like to buy these." *puts CDs(?) on counter with a 
poster.
<Ru`ach> *to Anya* "Er, sure."
<Anya> <OOC> Ah ha, from Mercs.
Chadrick nods. "Of course."
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Can you tell Ru's people skills took a turn for the worse? %)
<Rick> brb
<GMac> <OOC> I think so.. I found it on a web page that has alot of really nifty 
rifts stuff on it. I looked it over beforehand, and the OCC isn't really all 
that munchy.
Aengie finds a nice pair of 4-inch heels in a color that matches the dress.
<Anya> <OOC> Yeah...depression rears its ugly head? :)
<Will> <OOC> GMac: URL?  Like I've got much to do at the moment.  ;^)
<Ru`ach> <OOC> something like that. :)
Anya nods at Ru, and starts walking down the street, heading for Stan's.
<Anya> <OOC> Dum dum dum...
<GMac> The man grunts at Rick, eyes the cds and the poster, and shrugs. "500 
credits. You wanna negotiate, look at the sign."
Ru`ach follows.
<GMac> Will: rifts-rpg.com :)
Aengie grabs a matching handbag as well, sets everything on the counter.  "How 
much?"
<Will> <OOC> Oh.  Must've passed over it, or forgot, or something.
Mikke walks towards Stan's, as well. On a collision course with Ru, for a matter 
of fact.
<Mikke> -for+as
<GMac> Anya: Inside is rows and rows of glass, as well as a counter with a... 
very brightly dressed man behind it, wearing a sombrero. He waves at you as you 
come in, and walks over (trust roll passed) "Heyheyhey.. Stan's the name, 
glazierifying's the game!"
Rick looks at the sign.
Aengie turns to Chad while waiting for things to get rung up.  "Now, we have to 
get you in something nice."
<Tyler> s/is/are .. dammit.
Chadrick looks a little blank. "Me?"
<Tyler> Rick: It says "Joo wanna barter, I wanna brayk yoor fayc."
<Tyler> ;)
Anya blinks a few times at the happy man.
Asmor grabs some stuff... tarragon, paprika, glitterstim, marijuana, cloves, 
KCN, cinnamon... you know. Stuff.
<GMac> <OOC> Er. Wrong window. Damn.
Mikke walks, not noticing much, murmuring stuff to herself.
<Vander> <OOC. Yes. Chad might look just kawai in a frilly skirt and polka-dot 
blouse :)
<Will> Glitterstim.  Where have I heard of this.  Niven?
<GMac> Glitterstim is from starwars.
<Anya> Asmor: <OOC> is it appropriate that Additive song cued?
<Asmor> <OOC> Will: Star Wars. ;)
<Asmor> <OOC> Anya: >%)
<Will> That's right.  Zahn's books.
<Asmor> <OOC> You guys *do* know what KCN is, right?
<Rick> GMac: what's the sign say?
<Aengie> "Of course.  You don't think I'm going... how you say... stag with a 
dress like this." *wink*
<Will> Poison, of course.  Worse than cyanide.
Anya gets her bearings and looks around.
<Anya> KCn is Cyanide.
<GMac> Rick: Exactly what I said it said. Except I said it as tyler./
<GMac> "Joo wanna barter, I wanna brayk yoor fayc." ;)
<Rick> oh ok.
<Asmor> <OOC> Right. Potassium Cyanide, to be exact. 
</Ilearnedtoomuchinchemthisyear>
<Will> Thought CN was... oh well.  Shows how much I know about it./
<Will> -/
<GMac> Stan grins at Anya, and waves his hands around. "So, how can ol' Stan 
help ya? I always know someone in need of help, and Stan's here to help!"
Rick pays the 500.
<Asmor> <OOC> Why is Stan reminding me of Sam?
<Anya> Asmor, Ru: <OOC> "Good deal!  Buy now!"
Chadrick grins at Aengie. "Whatever you say."
<Vander> <OOC> 'Cause he's got his own Sam-pire thing going?
<Asmor> <OOC> Oh, no. %( :)
Aengie turns to the person manning the register.  "How much?"
<GMac> Rick: The man nods, and grabs the money hungrily. "Have a.. uhm.. nice 
day."
<GMac> Aengie: "Oh, oh, oh... hrmm... how does 100 credits sound? Right? Is that 
good? Uh."
Anya looks around again.  "I'm in the middle of a building project."
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<Rick> "you too." Leaves the store and looks for the group.
<Aengie> "That's fine." *hands him the 100*
Anya pulls out the precise plans.
<GMac> Rick: You run smack into a very familiar girl, as you walk by. A VEERRRRY 
familiar girl. Her name would be Sally.
<GMac> s/by/out
<Vander> <OOC> It's da ho! :)
<Rick> "Hey ho."
<Asmor> <OOC> Is it bad that Velvet Rope just cued?
<Rick> just kidding.
<Anya> <OOC> "I'm pregnant."
Mikke leaks out, aimed at no one but reaching everyone who has telepathy . o O 
(But we can't seriously look for them here!)
<Vander> <OOC> Ev'ybody inna houz say HOOOOOOOO!
<Vander> :)
<GMac> Anya: Stan puts a hand on your shoulder, and starts leading you around 
the shop. "Well, well, well, ol' Stan's the one to help! Yeeeeeep!"
<Rick> "Hi Sally."
Aengie puts the dress, shoes, and handbag in her knapsack.
Anya blinks a second, turns.  "Excuse me, sir."  Looks back the way she came in, 
frowning...
<GMac> Rick: Sally smiles. "Hiya! Uhm. Long time no see!" 
<Ru`ach> *to Anya* "What?"
<GMac> Anya: Stan smiles again, (charm/impress roll passed.. high PB, too.) "But 
wait! THERE'S MORE!"
<Vander> <OOC> Sally is *NOT* joining the NSC! We don't need a Company... 
companion.
<Rick> <OOC> Vander had a sick thought. RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
<Asmor> <OOC> Van: Well, *you* sure don't.
Anya sees nothing, turns back.  "Yeah.  Ummmm...."
<GMac> <OOC> Grief counselor. "Aw, your said? Wanna have sex?" %)
<GMac> -i
<Aengie> *chuckle*
<Asmor> <OOC> Constant, guilt-free sex. </30points>
<Anya> <OOC> On the other hand, it might calm Chad down a bit... %)
<rbos> wait, I know that one
<Chadrick> <OOC> Gee! Aengie... Sally... Aengie... Sally... You're gonna kill 
me! ;)
<Mikke> . o O (No, but they can't be here!)
<GMac> Stan ahhas, and waves his hand around. "We've got lots of glass, as you 
can see! And... EXTRAS!"
Aengie pulls Chad back out onto the street.  "Now, to get you in a nice outfit."
<Anya> "Extras, with glass?"
Anya looks around again.
<Chadrick> "Right. Sure. Whatever you say." *a little overwhelmed*
<Rick> *to Sally* "So how's your dad? 
<Rick> +"
Vander <OOC> is reminded of keeb getting a make-over by Kei, Sabine, and 
Windigo(?). >:)
<Mikke> Stan: any glass mini-statues?
<GMac> Stan nods, adjusting his sombrero. "Sure! Tinted glass! Weatherstripping! 
Free (well, almost) installation! Shatter Warranty! At Stan's Quality Glass 
Emporium, the savings never stop!"
<GMac> Mikke: Yep.
<Evelyn> Faboo.
<GMac> Rick: She giggles. "Fine... how are you?"
<Vander> <OOC> Spatula City!!!
<GMac> <OOC> Heee! %)
<GMac> <OOC> "SPATULA CITY! SPATULA CITY! SPATULA CITY!"
Aengie looks around, to see if anyone who knows her is nearby.  Seeing none, she 
grins mischievously, breaks her hold on Chad and runs down the alley.
<Anya> "A shatter warranty on glass?"  *shakes her head*  "I don't need any of 
that stuff!"
Chadrick blinks, takes off after her
<Will> <OOC> The next 4 songs on my playlist: "Funkytown,"  "Carry on, My 
Wayward Son,"  "Lucretia McEvil," and "Get It On."  %^)
Aengie ducks around the corner.
Mikke looks through glass statues of angels. . o O (You see? I told you! *mental 
sobbing*)
<Chadrick> . o O (Is this a good thing? Is this a really bad thing? I *hope* 
it's a *really* good thing...)
<Vander> <<OC> Will: Heh :)
<Anya> <OOC> Will: Oooh, nice playlist. :)
Chadrick follows
<Rick> "Not bad. the business?"
Asmor sets mode: +o rbos 
<GMac> Stan frowns at Anya. "Aw, I know.. the husband doesn't want you to go 
bankrupting him for the simplicity of glass! But Stan understands your plights! 
We've got leases, rentals, and everything you could possibly need! At reasonable 
prices!"
<Chadrick> <OOC> Right now on my playlist is Little Shop of Horrors. ;)
Aengie stops, and slips into a dark corner.
<rbos> OCC: Plant?
<Anya> Chad: <OOC> You don't know how well that fits at the moment.
<GMac> Rick: She shrugs. "It's.. uh.. good. You wanna make it even better, 
maybe?"
<Anya> "No, no, I'm not building a house."
<Chadrick> <OOC> Ooh, now it's Don't Say Nothin' Bad About My Baby. %)
<Vander> <OOC> OCC: Professional Roadkill? :)
Anya looks at the kid, begins to wonder.
Chadrick follows. "Aengie?"
<Rick> "how much?"
<GMac> Rick: "Same as always, hon."
<Vander> <OOC> No! Stay good, Rick! Stay good!
<Chadrick> <OOC> o/~ Don't you say / My baby's just a playboy / He's true / He's 
true to me / That's all I care about... o/~
<GMac> Stan claps Anya on the back, trying not to lose her attention. "So, I've 
told you what *I* can *DO* for *YOU*! Now what can *YOU* do for *STAN*?"
<Rick> <OOC> Van Y?
Mikke looks at Anya.
<Aengie> Chad: you feel someone throw you against the wall, before a pair of 
lips latch onto yours.
Anya pulls out her plans, neatly drawn up.  "I need two lenses and a mirror."
<Chadrick> . o O (HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!)
<Rick> *to Sally* sorry Can't this time. I'm busy."
<Will> <OOC> Reflector.  Good choice.  :)
<GMac> Rick: She shrugs, and walks off, sauntering. "Okay... bye, then."
Chadrick puts his arms around her
<GMac> <OOC> Chad: And it turns out to be... Sally! %)
<Chadrick> <OOC> *snicker*
Vander <OOC> ponders rolling up Bun-bun %)
Ru`ach whispers to Anya "That little kid is looking at you really strangely"
Aengie returns Chad's embrace passionately.
Anya whispers back.  "Yeah, I know...there's a reason I've had troubles paying 
attention to Mr. Bright over here."
Chadrick grins to himself, starts a little tongue action... hoo yeah!
<Vander> <OOC> And Chad and Aengie do some dumpster diving for privaey
<Vander> +c
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<Chadrick> <OOC> I almost got her too! Yee-haw! Chad's da man!
Prozac sets mode: +o Aengaela 
<Prozac> [Aengaela] Pardon me, have you seen my elephant? I left him double-
parked.
<GMac> Aengie/Chad: You hear a familiar voice just barely say, "Dam't.. 
getyourown spot, man."
<GMac> %)
<Vander> <OOC> Looks like we already have a Company companion in the NSC. And 
his name is Chad
Will is now known as Lt
Lt is now known as Will
Chadrick kicks whoever it is. Hard.
Rick goes back to searching for the group
<Evelyn> GM: *psst* Foul Ole Ron ;)
<GMac> Chad: A very angry Vix stands up next to you and *CRACK*s you over the 
head with his staff. "Whatt in the nameoffuck are you.. doing?"
<Evelyn> oh. damn. ;)
<rbos> %D
<Chadrick> *breaks off* "Ow."
Aengaela breaks the kiss.  "Oh, shit."
<Vander> Heeeeeeee!
<Anya> <OOC> Woo!  Go Vix!
<Will> *cackle*
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<Aengaela> "Look, in my culture, this is acceptable."
Chadrick shrugs at Aengie. "We could always beat him senseless and say he was 
hallucinating. Of course, if we use that excuse, we don't even need to beat him 
senseless first."
<Aengaela> "That is true." *giggle*  
<GMac> Chad/Aengie: You hear a slight *click* from inside Vix's robes. "No, I 
don't think anyone's getting beaten senseless, man." He takes his hand back out 
from his robes. "And necking might be... accepshible, but kicking priests 
inthehead is NOT, I hope?"
Vander gets bored tinkering with weapons, makes origami animals with duct tape
<Anya> *looks back at Stan*  "So...can you do these sorts of things, or do I go 
looking for another glassmaker?"
<Chadrick> "Aww, come on. What's one swift boot to the head between friends?"
<GMac> Anya: Stan rubs his hands together. "Suresuresure! Stan can do ANYTHING! 
Do you want a warranty with that?" *smile* *PING sound*
<Aengaela> "I shouldn't've left the armor at home."
rbos snickers
<Will> <OOC> On radio:  o/~ That sexual feeling... o/~
Vander is now known as Ping
<Anya> <OOC> PING sound?
<Ping> PING!
Aengaela drops an anvil on Ping 's head
Ping is now known as Vander
<GMac> Anya: You know.. audible smiles, a la cartoons? ;)
<Vander> :)
<Anya> GM: <OOC> Okay, now I am officially scared.
<GMac> Vix flicks his joint at Chad's face. "Who ever said we were friends?"
Rick hits ping with a paddle.
<Evelyn> <ooc> fight! fight!
<Chadrick> *stares crosseyed at joint* "Uh..."
<Aengaela> "Let's get out of here, 'k, Chad?"
<Aengaela> *whispered in Chad's ear* "He's not worth it."
<Chadrick> "That sounds wise. Bye, Vix."
<Anya> "Well...how much is it going to cost?  With and without the warranty?"
<Chadrick> <OOC> Heh, Trust Me To Open My Mouth just came up. ;)
<Chadrick> <OOC> o/~ Trust me to open my mouth / Now ev'rybody knows... o/~
<Vander> <OOC> Hmmmm That's a disturbing thought. Vix as the NSC's Morality 
Control Officer? :)
<GMac> Vix crosses his arms. "No. First you're going to explain t'me what you 
think your doing with someone... what, eight years younger than you?"
<Will> <OOC> Van: Well, he *is* a priest.
<Vander> <OOC> Will: Barely :)
<Aengaela> <OOC> A priest in a *very* anarchist religion. ;)
<Chadrick> "Well, before you complained, she was kissing me."
<Will> Nevertheless, it's good to see him taking the responsibility.
<Chadrick> "I was kissing her, too. Seemed the thing to do under the situation."
<GMac> Anya: Stan hrmms. "Well, now that all depends on what you can pay! I 
wouldn't want to overcharge... and I can't drive off valued customers. How high 
of a quality?"
<GMac> Will: Responsibility? He's probably just mad because Chad kicked him in 
the face. ;)
<Will> ^^^^^^^^^^^^^  Con man code word alert!
<rbos> *snicker*
Aengaela slips behind Chad, slipping her arms around him. *whispered* "How much 
do you weigh?"
<GMac> Vix frowns. "Overactive libidos get people, y'know, killed."
<Anya> "Pretty good.  This will be used in a telescope.  A scientific 
instrument."
<Vander> <OOC> Let us now read from the Discordian Compendium, Book of Myrtle, 
first chapter, thrid verse. "And thus did the Prophet say unto the gathered 
masses: "Whatever."
<Vander> :)
<Mikke> . o O (*loudargumentsofangelsandothersuchthings*)
<Chadrick> *whispered* "Uh, about 150, last I checked..."
<Aengaela> *whispered* "Good."
<GMac> Vix leans back against the wall, and slowly fades out of sight.
rbos snickers.. that would *not* work.. %)
<Chadrick> "Huh."
Mikke eyes the angels some more...
Aengaela wraps her arms around him, and launches herself into the air.
Anya blinks a few times, glances around the room once more.  Stares thoughtfully 
at the kid.
<GMac> *disembodied voice, from same spot* "I wouldn't recommend it."
<Chadrick> "... ahhhh..."
GMac rolls a d20..
<Ru`ach> *to Anya* "What is it?"
<Aengaela> 5 from 16 for PS roll, 18 from 19 on Spd roll...
<Anya> *to Ru* "If I didn't know better, I'd swear I was going crazy."
<Chadrick> <OOC> This is great. The and both of the GM's characters are out to 
get me. ;)
<GMac> Aeng: Vix passed both his, too. He's attempting to grab onto Chad's leg 
or ankle or somesuch.
<Vander> <OOC> Again :)
<Chadrick> +GM
Ru`ach smiles slightly. "What makes you think you know better?"
Chadrick kicks Vix again
Aengaela adds her kick to Chad's
Evelyn <ooc> wows... the VHT is one ugly hunk of mecha ;)
<GMac> Vix arghs, his nose breaking. He drops to the ground.
<Vander> <OOC> eve; *nod*
Aengaela lifts Chad to the rooftop
<Chadrick> <OOC> I am soooooooooooo dead. This is fun! %)
Rick runs into the group. "so what's been going on?"
<Anya> "Because I don't normally go crazy in glass shops?"
<Vander> <OOC> Anyone else here think Tyler and Vix are gonna pool resources 
after this? :)
<GMac> Anya: Stan is still there, and waiting patiently, but not obtrusively, 
FYI.
Chadrick takes a couple seconds to get the shivers out. "Wow. Huh. Ahh."
<GMac> Vix pulls out his revolver, and waves it around, then puts it away. "Be 
glad we're on the same team, friends."
<Mikke> . o O (*straight to Anya* We're all mad. If you weren't mad you wouldn't 
be here.)
<Anya> GM:<OOC> I answered him, told him I needed fairly good quality.
<Mikke> <OOC> 2pt ref?
<Chadrick> <OOC> Lessee, who wants to kill me for hitting on Aengie? Will, Vix, 
Tyler, and Van? %)
<GMac> Anya: Ah, right.. sorry, getting brainlagged. :P
Vander runs out of duct tape, decides to find out what the Company did with that 
nuke we liberated from Malik
<Chadrick> <OOC> Alice in Wonderland
<Evelyn> GM: not obtrusively? what sort of Stan is that? ;)
<Anya> "Oh hell."
<Will> <OOC> Actually, if Aengaela informs me that she's of age for her people, 
I'll shut up.
<Evelyn> Van: I thought they made off with it
<Aengaela> <OOC> She is. ;)
<Chadrick> <OOC> Okay. Will just wants to lecture me. ;)
<Vander> Eve: Did they?
<GMac> Anya: Stan rubs his hands together, and smiles yet again. "Well... I'd 
say... oh. Between 300 and 1,000 for the whole set. What diameter?"
<Will> <OOC>  Aengie:  If she *informs* me.  I don't know yet.
<GMac> Actually, Vix doesn't care about you hitting on Aengie. He wants to kill 
you because you kicked him once, then again. And Aengie is also shitlisted. ;)
<Chadrick> <OOC> Oh, okay. :)
<Chadrick> <OOC> Brb, too.
<Vander> <OOC> And I wanna kill you for taking advantage of a bad situatioin 
between Ru and Trent
<Aengaela> "Well... that was fun." *fixes Chad with a gaze*
<GMac> Chad/Aengela: You can hear Vix still storming about the alley, if you're 
close enough. He's cursing quite alot.
<Evelyn> Ah, the NSC. Who needs enemies with friends like these? %)
<Ru`ach> *chuckle*
Chadrick quirks an eyebrow. "I think we're out of range."
<Aengaela> we're on the rooftop, about 5 stories up, I'd say.
<Vander> Heh :)
<GMac> Well, like I said, he's ranting and cursing. So, I guess you can't hear 
him. But, if you were to look, he's still there, and looking for something to 
beat the crap out of. ;)
<Chadrick> <OOC> Rick and Sally walk by the alley...
<Chadrick> <OOC> ;)
Vander drives into town
<Aengaela> "Yes." *kisses him again*  "Good thing I officially came of age a 
week before signing on with these people, of they'd have my head at home."
Anya looks back at her plans.  "One lens needs to be around eight inches in 
diameter, the smaller one has to be about an inch and a half in diameter, and 
the mirror needs to be squarish and big enough to reflect light well.  Here's 
the specs as I wrote them up."
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Rick and Sally walk by the alley / To fetch a hotel room key / 
[censored]
<GMac> <OOC> Hrmm... hrmm.. damn, I don't have Vix's sheet. I forget if he had 
levitation or not.... no, I don't think he did. Damn. ;)
Anya tries to get her grasp of what's going on....
Chadrick chuckles. "Lucky break, that. Though I get the feeling that nobody can 
tell you what not to do."
<Vander> <OOC> Anya: A microscope? Vander coulda whipped up one for you for free 
:)
Asmor buys the spices, heads into the glass shop to look for Anya and Ru
<Asmor> <OOC> Is it bad that Da-Doo just came up?
<GMac> Anya: Stan looks over the specs and thinks. "Okay, sure, 550, flat-rate. 
Now, let's talk extras, shall we?" (trust roll passed)
Mikke scans Stan. (Ewwww.) . o O (*to Anya* Don't. He can give it to you for as 
cheap as 150 if he wanted to.)
<Aengaela> "Got that right."
Anya blinks.
Chadrick grins and kisses Aengie back.
<GMac> <OOC> If only Vix had levitation... *Vix appears over edge of rooftop, 
holding revolver* "Heeeeeeerreeee's VIX!"
Asmor looks Stan over. *to Anya* "Hey, if you're not picky about food, how about 
con-man con carne for lunch?"
Vander drives over to the NSC radio station (is that still IC?)
Aengaela can prolly still hear Vix down there....
<Aengaela> <OOC> Van: No.
<Vander> ok
Anya laughs a nervous laugh. "Both Aengie and WIll would have problems with 
that, Asmor."  *to Stan*  "How about a bit of bargaining?"
Rick heads back to the Base. 
Vander drives over to the NSC PR office. "Hey Fred. What's happening out this 
way?"
<Asmor> "Who said they had to know? I've cooked worse fabric."
<GMac> Aeng: He's downgraded from cursing to what sounds like beating trashcans 
about. After a few seconds of silence, there's the gunshot, followed by a yell, 
and then silence.
<GMac> s/the/a
<Aengaela> "I heard a gunshot."
Evelyn lugs her purchases and hefts 'em into the back of Anya's jeep, leaning 
against it and lighting up a cigar while she waits for the rest of the crew to 
do their thing.
<GMac> Stan hrmms. "Sure, then. Stan understands your problems! He's a working 
guy, just like everyone else!"
Aengaela peers down the side, using her advanced eyesight to see what's going 
on.
Chadrick blinks, then conjures a telescope and peers over the side of the 
building.
Rick runs to the gunshot .
<Ru`ach> brb
<Anya> "Heh, this is true."
<GMac> Aeng: You see Vix, lying amongst trashcans, and appearing inert.
<GMac> s/inert/someotherword
Vander shoots the breeze with Fred, then drives back out to the base
<GMac> Dammit, I'm getting all confused. ;)
<Evelyn> dead?
<Evelyn> ;)
<Aengaela> "Oh, shit." *powerdives*
<Chadrick> "Uh, okay, I'll just, yeah, stay on the rooftop, yeah."
Aengaela lands next to him.... do I see a gunshot wound? and if so, where?
<Anya> *to Stan* "Howsabout 200?  And none of this talk of "extras" and you're 
gonna do it right the first time?"
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<Chadrick> <OOC> Usually suicides aren't *followed* by a yell...
<GMac> Aeng: There's a wound in his shoulder.. it appears to have gone in right 
around the joint. (The one on his shoulder ;)
<Evelyn> *snicker*
Chadrick looks around for a fire escape or something.
<GMac> <OOC> Boy, is he gonna be pissed when he wakes up. %)
Aengaela flies up to Chad. "He's been shot in the shoulder.  Can you help him?"
<Rick> <OOC> Given how high he was he probably never flt a thing.
<GMac> Rick: You get there right about now, to see Aengie flying up to the 
rooftop, and Vix on the ground.
<Rick> +e
Chadrick frowns. "Well... I can try for something. Most of my training is 
herbology and stuff."
<Rick> "What happened?"
<Aengaela> "Good enough."  *grabs Chad, and drops down to the ground*
<GMac> Rick: Vix doesn't respond, having been shot. And Aengie is five stories 
up, I think. ;)
<Aengaela> yeah, but she has super-hearing. ;)
<GMac> Ahh. Right. ;)
Aengaela turns to Rick.  "I think he shot himself.  Check his shoulder."
Rick examines Vixes body.
<Chadrick> <OOC> Question. I have Holistic Medicine, but can I at least bind a 
wound?
<GMac> Anya: Stan hrmmmmms. "Well... I *could*.. but Jimmy wouldn't be able to 
finish third grade.. *sigh* ..."
<Rick> do I need to role that?
<GMac> He's been shot in the shoulder. It's fairly obvious.
<Will> <OOC> Is Worth's educational system existent, and if so, for-profit?
<Aengaela> <OOC> First Aid, Paramedic, or Holistic, to bandage the wound, 
methinks.
<Chadrick> <OOC> Great.
<Evelyn> yeah, you need to roll to notice a gaping, blood-gushing wound in his 
hsoulder
<Aengaela> <OOC> Will: book doesn't say.
<Evelyn> err, shoulder
Rick does first aid, If it helps at all.
<Ru`ach> b
<Anya> "You know...I'll go with 250, but Asmor there isn't lying when she claims 
she can make you into good soup.
Chadrick fails his holistic medicine roll. I suck. ;)
<Rick> 18 to first aid
<GMac> Oh, I'd also like to note that Vix's revolver would appear to be missing, 
if anyone bothers to check. And so are the medallions he usually wear.
<GMac> +s
<Rick> passed
<Will> <OOC> 'Cuz if it it's for-profit, guess who's starting up an 
elementary/adult education center in the base!   B^)
<GMac> Rick: You're able to stop most of the bleeding, but the wound is still 
pretty bad.
RuntAFK is now known as Vander
<Aengaela> "I'm going to get help."
<Rick> can I find any bullets?
<Vander> <OOC> Will: NO![tm] We are *not* a charity org!
<Chadrick> "Great. Anya's jeep should be stable enough to move him."
Aengaela flies out into the street, lands near the Jeep.  "Vix has been shot!"
<GMac> Stan shrugs at Anya. "Well... 320, final offer."
Asmor 's eyes flick over Stan, and she hmms. "I think clove, to balance out the 
plaid."
<Anya> "Three hundred, and I'll call it a deal."
<Will> <OOC> Van: Okay, a few hours a week in a building in town, then.
<GMac> "Three oh' five? Tax, y'know."
<Mikke> . o O (Of course he can go lower than that. Call his bluff.)
<Asmor> "Gentlemanfingers, anyone?"
<rbos>  *cackle*
<Anya> "Hey, you said nothing about tax.  Two seventy."
<GMac> Stan crosses his arms, causing something he's wearing underneath his 
poncho to make a *clinktinkeclink* much like the sound of chainmail. ;)
<Vander> <OOC> Stan's no gentleman :)
Aengaela bursts into the glass shop.  "Anya, Asmor, Vix has been shot!"
<GMac> Stan grumbles, eyeing Aengela, and seeing a threat to his business. 
"FINE! Two-seventy!"
Asmor eyes his hands and hmms again. Is about to make a comment when she hears 
Aengie enter. "Uh... damn."
<Asmor> "I'll stay here and finish the deal, Anya. You go with Aengie."
Rick looks for clues to vix's death.
<Asmor> <OOC> Asmor, Anya, and Aengie... %P
<Anya> "Okay, Asmor, thanks."
Evelyn blinks as something winged and blue flashed by her and into the shop.
<GMac> Rick: If you're not blind, it's obvious he's still alive.
Anya nods at Angie.  "Okay, where is he?"
<Aengaela> "It'll be faster if I carry you."
Aengaela carries Anya over to the alleyway.
<Chadrick> <OOC> We need the jeep...
<Anya> "*gulp*  All...alright."
<GMac> Vix groans slightly, but doesn't quite come to, yet. 
Asmor grins at Stan. "So. Two-sevendy. Can we have a binding contract for that? 
In writing?"
rbos grumbles something about mass-surfacearea ratios and the ability of 
creatures bigger than 100lb to fly
<Ch`Dith> gyaagh.... alarm clock didn't go off
Rick reatempts first aid.
<Aengaela> Ch: 's okay, we're still in-town.
Evelyn <ooc> hits rob with a stick
<Rick> passed 39 needed 50
Ru`ach <OOC> has to go now. :P
<Vander> <OOC> rob: According to your ratios, a bumblebee can't fly either :)
<Will> rob: There's magic in this world, and you complain about mass ratios?  
;^)
<Mikke> <OOC> And me, too (duh ;)
<Aengaela> <OOC> Cya, Ru.
Chadrick looks around for an herb shop close by...
<Anya> Ru: <OOC> Dohoh!
<Chadrick> <OOC> Ta, Ship-chan. Feel better.
<GMac> Stan smiles dashing at asmor (charm/impress passed). "Well, now.. 
contracts cost extra. three-of-five."
<GMac> <OOC> later, ship.
<Vander> Later WS2
<GMac> Rick: Nothing more can be done without removing the bullet, first. 
There's no exit wound on the other side of his shoulder.
<Rick> cya ship
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Chad: Nothing left from the hangover. Just tired. %)
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Anya blinks.  "Okay...what happened?"
Asmor rolls vs. getting impressed, gets a nat20. "I think not. And if you try to 
weasel me again, I'll stuff you with garlic and make you the centerpiece for the 
next meal, sensitive palates be damned."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> How much'd I miss?
<Ru`ach> Ch'D: a lot?
<Vander> <OOC> Ch'D: All of it? :)
<Aengaela> "We were up on the rooftop, I heard a gunshot and someone yell.  I 
looked down, and he was just lying here."
<Rick> *Radio* "Ch`dith. Can you come to my position now."
<Chadrick> <OOC> Aengie and Chad made out in a dark alley? ;)
<Aengaela> Ch: Aengie and Chad's First Kiss?
<rbos> adorable
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<GMac> Stan grumbles. "Okay, miss. I can see a keen buying sense a mile away. 
You win. Two seventy five, like you said."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Oooh.
<rbos> </deadpan>
<Asmor> "Two. Seven. Zero."
<Aengaela> and we kicked Vix in the head.
<Chadrick> Twice.
<Ch`Dith> *radioed* "On my  way."
<GMac> <Stan> . o ( Damn.) "Fine. 270."
<Anya> <OOC> Does anybody in the alley mind letting the new arrival know what's 
going on?  Besides Vix being shot?
<GMac> Three times, actually.
<Asmor> *brightly* "Good! Write it out."
<rbos> pens cost extra?
<GMac> Stan wanders off into the shop, then comes back out with a certificate. 
"Here." He hands you the certificate. "Need a pen?"
<GMac> %)
<Rick> anyone have paramedic?
Anya stands in the alley.  "Will somebody please tell me what the hell is going 
on?  Besides the fact that Vix has been shot?"
<GMac> Vix mumbles slightly.. ".. yeah... on the rooftop... nnnnn.. kicked me... 
innahead..."
<Aengaela> "Well, can you help him?"
<Chadrick> "That's about all we know."
<Vander> Later folx
<Rick> cya van
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<GMac> "... damned... damn kids.. hrrrrk.. making out in.. alleysh.. kicking 
elders.."
Asmor reads it over. *literacy roll passed*
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<Rick> "there's really nothing I can do. we have to get him to a docter."
<GMac> Asmor: Roll a d20. ;)
<Anya> "Yeah, yeah...I think so."  Rolls up her sleeves and investigates. 48, 
needed 60.
Ch`Dith suddenly appears standing next to Rick, in human form. 
<Asmor> GM: 6?
<GMac> Asmor: You fail to notice the itty-bitty text at the bottom, which states 
that Stan is freed from having to give refunds, warranties, or any other form of 
service other than delivering the glass. ;)
Ch`Dith takes one look at his surroundings, then kneels next to Vix. "What 
happened here?" *uses Healing Touch*
<Rick> "'dith. Can you heal him or do we need to get him to a hospital soon."
Asmor was actually planning to read it over twice to three times to be sure.
<Anya> "Yeah, yeah...okay."  *prods at the wound*  "Okay...we need somebody to 
get that bullet out of his shoulder. "
<GMac> Asmor: Roll twice more on a d20, then. ;)
<Aengaela> "He either shot himself, or someone shot him."
<GMac> Ch: He wakes up slightly, and opens one eye, then closes it again. 
"...fuckingkids..."
Chadrick trades a glance with Aengie
Ch`Dith raises an eyebrow at Aengie. "That much is obvious."
<Asmor> GM: 12, 16
<Aengaela> "Chad and I were on the rooftop when the shooting happened.  I heard 
it, but did not see it."
<GMac> Asmor: On the third time, you notice the text.
Asmor narrows her eyes. "Yes, I would like to borrow a pen."
<Rick> "we need to get to a doctor to remove that bullet NOW."
Evelyn just hangs out in front of the store, noting the sudden departure of the 
jeep and remaining blissfully ignorant of the situation. "Err."
<GMac> Vix tries to raise his arm to protest, but yelps and lowers it again. 
"Lying.. bastards! Owowow..."
Anya listens, looks around.  "Aengie, was there anybody else around?"
Ch`Dith glances at Vix. Then back at Aengie. Then restrains Vix before he hurts 
himself more.
<Chadrick> *to Asmor* "Nobody that we saw."
<GMac> Asmor: He hrmms? "Borrow? That'll be five credits."
Ch`Dith heals 22 SDC... hope that's enough.
<Aengaela> "I didn't hear or see anyone.  Of course, it's dark back in here, and 
we were... pre-occupied."
<Anya> Chad: <OOC> You're getting me and you confused?
Asmor grins. "Really? That's amazing. That's the exact proce for my keep-your-
fingers-insurance. Would you like to buy some, or just hand over the pen right 
now?"
Ch`Dith raises an eyebrow again. 
<Asmor> s/proce/price/
<Aengaela> "Don't ask."
<GMac> Vix scowls. "Yeah.. pre-occupied.. kicking me in the.. head.. because I 
accidentally... hrrrrk... caught you two gettin' it on."
<Ch`Dith> "Then I won't"
<Chadrick> <OOC> Anya: YOU try keeping three names that start with A straight in 
your head a whole night. %P ;)
<GMac> Asmor: He smiles and hands over the pen. "Sure, sure.. uh.. keep it, too. 
Want another one?"
<Anya> <OOC> Dammit, I was first. :)
<Asmor> "This will be fine." *amends the fine print* *signs*
<Anya> "Anyway...Ch'Dith, should we get him back to base so Jalil can do 
something?  And find who did it, somehow?"
<Chadrick> <deadpan> "I think he was hallucinating, too." </deadpan>
<Rick> *to Vix* "You have any idea who i was?"
<Rick> s/i/it/
Aengaela gets an idea, touches Vix, and uses Object Read.
<Aengaela> Images...
Ch`Dith gets up. "*to Vix* That should do it for now. *to Anya* That may be a 
good idea."
<Aengaela> 61... damn, needed 46.
<Chadrick> <OOC> You get a third-person view of Aengie and Chad making out. How 
useful. ;)
<Tyler> Vix reaches into his boot with his good hand. "Chadrick? Can I ask you 
a.. ow.. question?"
Chadrick edges behind Anya. "Sure?"
<Rick> "Yes what is it?"
<Tyler> Aeng: You see a burly guy run up behind him, hurl him into the 
trashcans, then grab his gun and shoot him. He then grabbed his medallions and 
ran off.
<Aengaela> Mac: I failed my percentile roll... I noticed nothing.
<Tyler> Oh. Whoops. Ignore that, then. :)
Aengaela looks over Vix... "His gun is missing."
<Aengaela> "So're his medallions."
<Tyler> Vix pulls out a vibroknife from his boot. "How.. erk.. are you as good 
at playing catch as you... *wince* are at lying like a dog and... seducing 
females?"
<Anya> "Okay, I'm going to get the jeep, see if we can't get him back to Jalil 
in one piece."  *turns to Chad*  "You do realize that when the cops get 
involved, that you and Aengie are suspects."
<Rick> <OOC> Genlemen turn out your pocket... ladies empty your purses.
<Tyler> -How
<Chadrick> *to Vix* "I'm better at ducking."
Anya walks off to get the car.
Ch`Dith deftly plucks the knife from Vix' fingers. "This is not the time and 
place."
<Chadrick> "Thanks, 'Dith."
<Tyler> Vix shrugs at Ch'Dith. "Sure.. if you.. say so.." he glares wildly at 
Chadrick.
<Rick> "Woah Vix. I didn't do anything to you."
<Aengaela> "Dammit, we were too busy kissing up on the rooftop to do this."
<Chadrick> <OOC> Rick: He's not talking to you.
<Evelyn> <ooc> Yeah, 'tis better to gut 'im in 'is sleep.
Chadrick looks innocently at everone following Aengie's statement. *grin*
<Tyler> <Vix> "You didn't.. shoot me. I never said that. Bad move on... your 
part."
<Tyler> <OOC> ack.. gotta go for the night. :P
<Aengaela> "So, who did shoot you."
<Tyler> Ars: Wanna take over? :P
Ch`Dith glances at Chad and Aengie. "That explains a lot. Congratulations are in 
order, I suppose.
<Ch`Dith> "
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Ack, justasec
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<Prozac> [Arsenal] Pardon me, have you seen my elephant? I left him double-
parked.
Tyler goeths... unmoo, all.
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<Arsenal> Okay....
<Anya> <OOC> bye Mac
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<Evelyn> okay, in tradition, we have to kill off Vix now
<Evelyn> %)
<Chadrick> <OOC> %)
<rbos> game ends?
<Arsenal> Okay, well, I was planning on having people back at the base by this 
time... now's as good a time as any to have Vix hauled to Jalil's office...
<Chadrick> Okay.
<Anya> Fair enough.
<Rick> "Ch'dith can you carry Vix back to base?"
<Anya> Rick: <OOC> I was getting the jeep.
<Rick> I thought we'ld just fy him there. It'ld be faster.
<Will> Trtue...
<Will> -t
<Arsenal> <OOC> not really... Ch`Dith flies at 70 mph... the jeep can do about 
100...
<Rick> true
<Will> Oh.
<Rick> smoother ride
<Arsenal> yeah, there is that...
Ch`Dith nods, steps backward so as not to squash anyone against the side of a 
building, and changes to his natural form.
<Arsenal> doesn't matter... fast-forwarding to the base infirmary.
<Anya> Right.
<Rick> gotcha
<Arsenal> Jalil is working on fixing the wound, the rest of you are in the 
waiting room.
Ch`Dith stands leaning against a wall.
<Arsenal> Aengie's pacing nervously.
Anya paces back and forth in the waiting room, going over all the events of the 
day...
Rick paces back and forth smoking up a storm cloud.
<Anya> "Rick, take your cancer sticks outside, willya?"
Ch`Dith mutters something under his breath and Rick's cigarette goes out.
<Ch`Dith> *Extinguish Fire* 
<Arsenal> <Aengie> "Give me one of those." *grabs a cigarette from Rick, inhales 
once, and promptly spits it out, hacking.*  "Gah! How can you stand that 
disgusting taste?"
<Chadrick> "It's one of the great mysteries of life."
<Rick> "years of doing it."
Anya flops herself in a chair and tries to figure out this whole thing.
<Arsenal> After a half hour, Jalil enters the room.  "He will live.  He will not 
be having the use of his arm for a while, but he will be all right."
Chadrick sighs. "You're a wizard, doc."
Ch`Dith taps Chad on a telepathic shoulder... .oO(We do, however, need to 
discuss your intentions toward the young one.)
Ch`Dith nods. "Good work." 
<Chadrick> . o O (Aw, shit)
<Anya> "Thanks, Doc.  Best one we could have."
Ch`Dith . o O (You misjudge me.)
Asmor nods. "That's good news." *deliberately yanking Aengie's chain* "Would 
have been a bother to get rid of the marijuana flavoring."
Ch`Dith . o O (I do not disapprove. It is obvious that this was her choice as 
well as yours.)
<Arsenal> <Jalil> "It was merely a routine bullet removal.  I believe the bullet 
was a .45 caliber."
<Chadrick> . o O (That's a relief. You're one of the few that think so.)
<Will> brb
Anya snickers at Asmor.  "Speaking of which, As, it isn't salesman soup 
tonight?"
Rick puts out cigarette. "Thanx doc. Don't know what'ld we do without you." 
<Asmor> "Naw, he finally got a fair contract written, with some nudging."
<Arsenal> "Oh, and no smoking in the waiting room. Please, do it outside."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Uh, Rick... That cigarette is out already.
<Anya> "Heh, thanks.  So, did he say when he'd be doing it?"
<Rick> <OOC> I relit it.
Ch`Dith . o O (I do hope however that you do not intend to, as it is put, "break 
her heart" ? )
<Asmor> "I managed to write in a clause that he get started within the week."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> You didn't say so. I'd have resmothered it.
<Anya> 'Nice...thanks Asmor, I owe you big time."
<Will> b
<Chadrick> . o O (Break my angel's heart? Why would you think so low of me?) 
*mental puppydogeyes*
<Asmor> "Don't thank me, thank PitLord Quality Finger Insurance."
Ch`Dith . o O (*mental image of total lack of impressedness*)
<Anya> "Heh.  Remind me to bring you in town next time I have to do any wheeling 
and dealing."
<Chadrick> . o O (Uh. Well, I'm not a total playboy, you know. If it'll make you 
happy, I won't go chasing tails until she loses interest, okay?)
<Arsenal> <Aengie> "Thanks, doc."  *steps outside for air, and sits on a 
barracks roof*
Asmor grins. "It's a deal."
Ch`Dith . o O (The point of this exercise is not to make /me/ happy... It's to 
make sure she is.)
<Ch`Dith> that last thought with a flash of humor
<Anya> "Anyway, I'd better go tell Will that the lenses are finally getting 
made..."
<Chadrick> . o O (Hate to be cynical, but *she* doesn't have teeth the size of 
my leg.)
Will is now known as Jacob
Ch`Dith . o O (What was that saying again? "Hell hath no fury..." ?)
<Chadrick> . o O (Ah. True. And she does have rather good aim.)
<Arsenal> okay, infirmary scene fades(?) as the camera pans to a van approaching 
the gate.
<Jacob> I would have checked out the bases from a distance, as usual.
<Chadrick> . o O (I'll stay good.)
Rick leave the infermary
Jacob saw a dragonformed Ch`Dith carrying in a party member, and the convoy 
returning?
<Arsenal> Jake: yes.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Jacob: Probably
Jacob drives on in.
Asmor heads back to the mess to organize the supplies she managed to buy.
<Arsenal> you recognized Chad from your previous visit, and a girl with wings 
stood out from the convoy.
<Jacob> GM: Oh, the winged girl sitting on a barracks definitely stood out.
<Asmor> "Hmm... cajun chicken tonight, it looks like. Mmm, something light to 
wash it down with."
Anya manages to inform Will of the new details, and decides to go see if Asmor 
needs any help.
<Arsenal> J: You are stopped at the gate by a security robot.  "Identification?"
<Asmor> "Maybe those pancake things Ru was talking about..."
<Rick> guys I ga2go. cya
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Ch`Dith goes outside, sniffs at the wind, decides it's as good a day as any to 
start teaching air combat to Aengie...
Jacob pulls out his Wilk's Reseller Authorization.
<Jacob> <Will> "Hey, Anya.  'S Vix okay?"
Chadrick heads out to practice harmonica, plays Time Stood Still and pulls it 
off quite nicely.
<Arsenal> <Robot> "Purpose?"
Ch`Dith teleports next to Aengie.
<Jacob> *to robot*  "Seeking to hire."
<Anya> *to Will* "Yeah, Doc said he won't be able to move his arm for a while, 
but he'll live."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> I've got sheet music to that, iffen ye want I can toss it 
through a scanner.
<Arsenal> <Robot> "Client? Wait here."
<Jacob> <Will>  "Good.  Any word on who it was?"
<Chadrick> <OOC> Dwagon: It have chords and stuff? :9
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Yah.
<Chadrick> Ooh! Gimme. %)
<Chadrick> +<OOC>
<Anya> *to Will* "A thief is the best guess we have.  The Worth police are 
looking into it.  Doubt they'll find anything, but..."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> B minor - A - G is most of the song.
<Ch`Dith> "Feeling troubled?"
<Chadrick> <OOC> Except for the o/~ The way you took my hand o/~ bits, I 
warrant?
<Arsenal> the bot walks into the guard house, picks up a phone. "Lieutenant 
Harnell, client at gate."
Asmor is now known as Kasia
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> That's an F Sharp Minor IIRC... lemme check.
<Kasia> *sigh* "Right, I'm on it."
<Arsenal> <Aengie> "Troubled?  I don't know."
Jacob watches the guy who teleported over to the winged girl.
Kasia pokes her head into Steve's office. "Hon, the 'bot says there's a client 
out there. Want me to handle it?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> And there's a couple E's in the chorus I think
<Arsenal> <Steve> "Sure.  Bring him in here."
Anya watches Asmor be cooking up a fury and decides to go outside.
<Jacob> . o O ( o/~ This song is just six words long o/~ )
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Back in a minute or two
<Kasia> <Asmor> "Anya? Be my taste tester?"
Kasia tosses up a mind block as a precaution and heads down.
<Anya> <OOC> I just keep running into folks right after they change their nicks 
on me. %)
<Kasia> <OOC> Heh. %)
<Anya> *to Asmor* "Yeah...it's just...after everything, some fresh air might be 
a good idea.  Even though we supposedly got that in town." 
<Kasia> Asmor pulls out a spoon, dips it in the cajun sauce, and holds it out. 
"Would you describe this sauce as a) hot, b) four-alarm, or c) blowing off the 
roof of your mouth?"
<Kasia> <Asmor> "I understand. Come on, get your mind off it for a sec."
<Jacob> <OOC> Asmor: Ju gotsta respect the cayenne.  ;^)
Kasia heads over to the truck.
Anya takes the spoon from Asmor, tastes it, and makes some really interesting 
faces.
<Kasia> <OOC> Jacob: I call this 'Sharmi Kebab Diablo.' %)
rbos miss anything?
<Arsenal> rob: lots?
rbos nods
Anya continues making interesting faces.
<Kasia> Asmor holds out a honey-dipped sopapilla and a glass of water. "Well?"
Jacob leans out from the driver's seat towards Kasia, lightly drumming the tune.  
"Can I come in?"
Ch`Dith tilts his head sideways.
<Kasia> See Aura shows what?
Anya takes 'em gratefully and clears the hot stuff out...."Ummmm...definitely a 
C."
<Jacob> Lemme check...
<Jacob> Wait.  If you've got a Mind Block up, Sensory powers show nothing.
<Arsenal> Kas: he's human, nothing special.
<Kasia> Asmor nods. "Good. Just right, then."
<Kasia> Oh, that's right. ;P
<Kasia> "Why sure you can come in, soon as I see your ID."
Jacob shows Kasia the same ID, the Reseller Authorization.
<Kasia> <OOC> If you have any presence of mind, you'll be wondering why they 
sent an 18-yr-old out to greet you. ;)
<Jacob> <OOC> Not really.  Ask me if I respect this outfit.  ;^)
<Kasia> "Mmm-hmm. You here to see Vander, I suppose?"
<Kasia> <OOC> Heh, too true.
<Jacob> "Didn't the bot tell you anything?  I'm a-lookin' ta hire ya."
Kasia gives the bot a minor kick. "I see. In that case, why don't you park right 
about there..." *points* "And I'll take you to Captain Mitchell."
<Arsenal> <Aengie> "I'm worried about Chad.  Vix interrupted us in the alley.  I 
think he was more stoned than usual. Chad had somehow managed to kick him in the 
head; he musta been laying down when he disturbed us... maybe we disturbed him."
<Jacob> . o O (Vander... Captain Mitchell.  Where have I heard those names 
before?)
Jacob drives in.
<Kasia> <OOC> oops. ;)
Ch`Dith nods. 
Anya ducks out of the kitchen and goes outside.
<Jacob> <OOC> Kasia: No biggie.  I doubt I'd actually remember without some... 
*grin*  research.
<rbos> <Arsenal> two words... Mitchell Took, son of Trent Took, son of Vander 
Took.
Chadrick switches to the opening of Piano Man
<Chadrick> <OOC> Van isn't going to have kids without hormones.
<Chadrick> <OOC> Rather...
Jacob hums along with Chadrick's tune, thinking about it.
<rbos> (there're also a few references to "Mitchell's Mauraders", which sounds 
more likely)
<Chadrick> <OOC> Without hormones, Vander isn't going to have kids. ;)
Jacob gets out and follows Kasia.
<rbos> chad; rape?
<Jacob> ...
<Chadrick> <OOC> Say, uh, is Jacob the same guy who came here before?
<Arsenal> <Aengie> "Anyways, Vix pulled his gun on us... I tried flying us out 
of there up to the rooftop, but Vix grabbed Chad's leg.  We both kicked him to 
get free."
<Arsenal> Chad: yes.
<Jacob> Chad: You maybe recognize him?
Chadrick falters a bit, stares at Jacob funny.
<Arsenal> Chad: roll 1D20
<Jacob> Ars: Am I in earshot of what Aengie just said?
<Arsenal> Jake: nope.
<Chadrick> Ars: 5
Ch`Dith nods again. 
<Arsenal> Chad: yer IQ?
<Chadrick> 15
<Arsenal> <Aengie> "A few minutes later is when I heard the gunshot.  Chad and I 
were five floors up at the time."
<Chadrick> <OOC> Despite all evidence to the contrary, Chad *does* have an IQ 
greater than 5. %)
<Arsenal> Chad: yeah, you recognize him.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> *snicker* 
Anya goes looking for some thing to do to ignore the crazy thoughts in her head.
Chadrick plays the next few bars a bit slowly
Anya hears the music, goes looking for the source.
Kasia leads Jacob to Steve's office
Ch`Dith nods a third time. "And you feel responsible for the wounding somehow."
<Chadrick> *to Anya, as soon as she gets there* "Hey... did you see that guy who 
just walked in?"
Evelyn hides off in the barracks, using her freshly procured equipment.
<Anya> "No...should have I?"
<Arsenal> Kas, J: Steve greets you in his office.  "Welcome, I'm Captian Steve 
Mitchell, head honcho of the North Star Company.  And you are?"
<Arsenal> he puts his hand out in a greeting welcome.
<Chadrick> "Well, he was here before, I mean, before the whole company got here. 
He said he was looking for the NSC, but..."
<Jacob> "Jacob Dietz, Wilk's Authorized Reseller.  Formerly of Shadow Grove, now 
transient on a small-town circuit to the east."
<Jacob> *handproffer*
<Chadrick> "Let me just put it this way; Vander didn't trust him, and neither 
did I, and the times Vander and I agree are very seldom."
<Arsenal> Ch: Aengie nods, leaning back against the building.
Anya grins.
<Anya> "Maybe you ought to tell the boss."
<Chadrick> "I think I ought to."
<Arsenal> "And what can we do for you, Mr. Dietz."
<Arsenal> ?
Kasia takes a station on the doorframe and files her nails
<Ch`Dith> "There is a saying. 'Start placing blame and you'll end up cursing the 
gods.' It is appropriate here."
Jacob takes a deep breath.  "Well, it's like this.  My main contact with the 
Company is a factory up North a ways, over east.  I contact them once around 
each circuit, usually once or twice a year."
Anya nods.  "Yeah."  *glances at the harmonica*  "I take it you play?"
<Arsenal> Steve nods.
<Chadrick> "Yeah, now and then."
<Ch`Dith> "It was unfortunate, but to worry about blame is pointless now. Making 
repairs would be a better idea."
<Jacob> "But last time I went, something was wrong.  I met up with townsfolk 
outside of the city limits.  They were running from something.  I didn't get a 
very good description, but the town didn't seem like a very safe place to be."
<Arsenal> <Steve> "Mmmm-hmmm. Go on."
<Anya> "Heh.  Me too.  A bit, here and there, when I get a chance."  *pauses a 
second*  "Hey, I'm sorry at being sore at you both earlier.  It's a long story."
<Chadrick> "Quite all right. I'm used to it."
<Jacob> "I went and talked to a guy with a permanent place a bit further along 
my route, back West.  He got in touch with the Company, and they said they'd 
look into it.  Well, I moved on a ways, and the word's come back that the 
Company's lost touch with the factory too.  So now they're looking for somebody 
that can go in.  At least see what's wrong, and if possible, deal with it."
<Arsenal> <Steve> "No leads?"
<Anya> "Yeah...I guess."
<Arsenal> +as to who's responsible
<Chadrick> "Hmmm... look, I need to do something that might put me in mortal 
danger. If I get wiped, can you tell Aengie?"
<Jacob> "Leads?  Not really.  The folks were talking about all kinda weird 
stuff.  They were scared.  Although I have heard about some kinda robot 
infestation in the area, but that's sort of weird."
<Anya> "Yeah, no problem.  You gonna go tell the boss now?"
<Arsenal> <Aengie> "Making repairs..."
<Chadrick> "No. Worse. I'm going to tell Vander."
<Anya> "Good luck.  I'd come with you, but I think I'm higher on Vander's 
shitlist than you are."
<Arsenal> "Where is this factory?"
<Ch`Dith> "His medals were stolen. I think he would be very grateful if they 
were recovered."
Chadrick plays a few bars of the funeral march and heads towards the garage.
<Jacob> "Old West Virginia.  Town's called Beckley."
Anya watches, leans against the wall.
<Arsenal> "That's a ways away.  Travel time's going to cost more.  Why us, and 
not someone based closer?"
<Chadrick> "Vander?"
<Arsenal> <Vander> "Oi! Oh, it's you. Whatcha want?"
<Jacob> "I'd known you guys at least a bit from earlier.  You were close to the 
place I was at the time, you've got that APC, and you've got a lot of tough 
folks.  Plus you seem like you've got a decent rep, which is important to us.  
So I... well, I volunteered you.  At least, I volunteered to see if you'd be 
interested.  Company said go for it."
<Chadrick> "You remember that... uh, Jacob guy who was poking around when you 
got back?"
<Arsenal> <Vander> "Oi, that sneaky little slime? Yeah, what about 'im?"
<Chadrick> "He's back. I saw Kasia taking him up to see the Cap'n."
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<Prozac> [J-Rock] It would be a sad error in judgment... to mistake me for a 
corpse.
<Anya> <OOC> Moo, JR!
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Wow. Someone even later than me.
J-Rock gets the funny feeling that he's gonna get nagged.
<Jacob> <OOC> Oh, good.  Steve can play himself now!
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Well, you've got an excuse.
<Kasia> <OOC> Steve! Yay!
Jacob sits back, a little nervous/vulnerably.  (70% trustme roll failed)
J-Rock is now known as SteveM
<Jacob> <OOC> Steve: Being caught up to date on the convo so far?
<SteveM> <OOC> sorta.
<Chadrick> <OOC> So, what's Vander gonna do?
<SteveM> "How much travel time are we talking about here?"
<Arsenal> <Vander> "What?!  Let me know when Steve's done with this guy, so we 
can warn him."
<Jacob> [shrug]  "Dunno.  What's that APC do?"
<Chadrick> "They're talking right now. At least, I assume so."
<SteveM> "Hmmm."
<Jacob> "Beckley's about 1000 miles from here, if that helps."
SteveM nods. "That it does."
<Kasia> "Wow. We have a reputation."
<SteveM> "When exactly did you lose contact with this factory?"
Jacob nods at Kasia.  "Good words.  Not many, but good.  It don't hurt much to 
be havin' equipment that sticks it in the face of the CS none, either."
<Jacob> *to Steve*  "A coupla weeks ago.  Company says nothin's happened since, 
either."
<Arsenal> <Aengie> "You know, Ch`Dith, you're a ... genius.  If Chad and I can 
find this guy...."
<Kasia> *to Steve* . o O (He keeps harping on our APC...)
Ch`Dith smiles.
<SteveM> "And you want us to clean out this infestation of robots, correct?"
<Evelyn> <ooc> Beware the Mr. Handys.
<Arsenal> <Aengie> *whispered* "Maybe after this, I can talk Chad into getting 
into a nice suit for a good dinner... alone."
<Chadrick> <OOC> "Woo... hoo?"
Ch`Dith grins. 
Jacob actually chuckles.  "Well, like I said, that's just some local rumors.  
The basic mission is to find out what it *is*.  If it is that, then we could pay 
extra for you to clean 'em out.  Or whatever's in the town."
<Jacob> (38% passes on trustme for this one)
<Ch`Dith> "Always a good idea to plan for the future... As long as you don't 
forget about the present while planning."
<Kasia> *to Steve* . o O (Gee, we could just send 'Dith over for that.)
<Ch`Dith> "Do you feel up to some training?"
<SteveM> "So essentially what we're looking at here is a recon in force?"
<Arsenal> <Aengie> "Not of the combat type, really.  Some tracking skills would 
be nice, though."
Jacob looks a bit blank.  "If by that you mean going in to see what you see, and 
being careful about it, then yeah."
<SteveM> "Very well. It's gonna run you $30 mil for the month."
<Evelyn> cha-ching?
Jacob 's eyes widen.  "Um.  Wow."
<Kasia> "Half in advance."
<Arsenal> Eve: if we lose the APC or Enforcer on this mission, we'll lose money 
by charging less.
<Jacob> "But, uh... I think we can pay it.  More importantly, I think I can 
agree to pay it."
<SteveM> "Good."
<Ch`Dith> "I did intend to leave the actual combat part out of it until you've 
learned the basics." *askance glance* "I forgot to ask back at your village... 
How much do your people train in formal combat arts?"
<Arsenal> <Aengie> "We're all given self-defense training at an early age, 
mostly for survival."
Ch`Dith nods. "On the ground, or in the air?"
<Arsenal> (read: she has H2H: Basic)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> *nod*
<Arsenal> <Aengie> "A little of both, really."
<SteveM> "How much lead-in time are we talking about here?"
<Jacob> "What's lead-in time?"
<Jacob> <OOC> Jacob's player seriously does not know this.  ;^)(
<Jacob> -(
Ch`Dith nods. "What I intend to teach you is a combat art developed by and for 
those to whom the skies were always their rightful domain."
<SteveM> "Time between this conversation and when my boys get to Beckley."
<Jacob> "Oh.  ASAP, of course.  If we've still got people in there, we want to 
know what we're dealing with, and maybe even deal with it, as fast as we can."
<Ch`Dith> "Even now, with man-made contraptions flying and fighting, this art 
remains and insures that mastery of the skies remains to those who were born to 
it."
<SteveM> "Right. I trust you brought the money with you?"
<Arsenal> <Aengie> "You mean, it was developed by dragons for dragons."
<Jacob> "What?  No, I don't actually have that kind of money on me.  I'll need 
to go get it authorized.  You looking for cash or do you have an electronic 
account here in the city?"
<Arsenal> <OOC> Steve: Assume by now we have an account with one of the 
"international" banks...
<Ch`Dith> "It was developed by dragons... For all those who can fly." *turns 
around and leaps off the roof, changing back to true form in the air, and grabs 
some altitude*
<Arsenal> either CS, NG, or Lazlo-based.
<Arsenal> Aengie quickly follows, even passing Ch`D in speed.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Prolly not CS, as Vander set it up
Chadrick glances up, plays Ride of the Valkyres on his harmonica
Ch`Dith . o O (We will start with some basic maneuvers. Stay on my wing, and 
follow.)
<Arsenal> <Aengie> "No problem."
<SteveM> "We do have an account in the city, but we want 5 million of the 
advance in cash."
Ch`Dith goes into a pattern of evasive maneuvers, starting with simple twists 
and turns and gradually increasing in complexity
<Ch`Dith> *rolls 5, needed 10 under PP* 
<Arsenal> <OOC> assume that Aengie follows Ch`D's instructions.
<Jacob> "I... think I can manage that."  He stands up.  "There's a permanent 
store in town.  If I can get you the money today, can we leave no later than 
tomorrow morning?"
<Arsenal> <OOC> and remember that her PP is 18... she's faster and more agile 
than Ch`D.
<Ch`Dith> *nod* 
SteveM stands up. "That we can do. I trust you're coming with us?"
<Jacob> *nod*  "Seein' as how I hired you, it's kinda my butt on the line with 
the Company."
<Jacob> (trustme roll passed with an 8... that was *really* convincing.)
SteveM nods. "I understand. Where are you staying?  I'll send somebody to come 
get you in the morning."
Kasia opens the door smoothly
Ch`Dith OOCly listens to gqmpeg queue Escaflowne - Flying Dragon.mp3
<Jacob> "I just got in today.  I'll pick up a room in town.  Recommend 
anything?"
<Arsenal> <OOC> what was the name of the place you stayed when you first pulled 
into Worth?
SteveM rattles off the hotel he and Kasia stayed in when the crew got to Worth, 
careful enough to leave out that personal tidbit.
<SteveM> +name of
<Jacob> "Right.  'F you'll excuse me, I wanna get to the store before he closes 
up for the day."  He nods, exits both office and base.
Chadrick watches Jacob leave, heads up to talk to Steve.
<Chadrick> Taking Vander with me, I suppose.
Anya sits by the wall, scrawling away.
<Arsenal> Vander got sidetracked by a busted ammo line on the Enforcer... he's 
in the middle of fixing it.
Ch`Dith upgrades to sideslips and sweeping rolls
Chadrick shrugs, heads up to Steve sans backup, then.
<Chadrick> "Uh... Cap'n? Can I talk to you about something?"
<SteveM> *to Chadrick* "Sure, go ahead."
<Chadrick> "That guy, Jacob... he was here before."
<SteveM> "How long ago?"
Jacob does drop by the store in town, chats about business for a few minutes 
with the shopkeeper.  Then contacts his superiors with the terms of the 
contract, and asks for a credit transfer of $10 million through a Lazlo-based 
bank to the account of the NSC in Worth, plus a quick physical transfer of $5 
million to his location.
<Chadrick> "Before you guys came to the compound... right when Vander got here, 
in fact. He was looking for the NSC, but I don't think he ever said what for."
<SteveM> "This is interesting. Can you tell me more?"
<Chadrick> "It's funny... the only time Vander and I ever really agreed was that 
we didn't trust him farther than we could throw him."
<Chadrick> "I was kind of sidetracked; getting my arm fixed."
<Chadrick> "You'd have to ask Vander..."
<SteveM> "Well, he should be meeting us tomorrow, then."
<Arsenal> J: the money is authorized, and the 5mill will be in your expense 
account tonight.
<Evelyn> cha-ching.
<Chadrick> *nod* "Just thought you should know; sorry I can't remember much."
<SteveM> "Thank you, I'll keep that in mind."
<SteveM> . o O (Another good reason to keep our guard up.)
Jacob then heads to the motel, gets a room.  Calls the NSC phone and tells them 
the credit's in the account, the cash will be ready by tomorrow morning.
Chadrick nods, leaves, goes back to watching Aengie and Ch'Dith work.
Ch`Dith , after about two hours of exercising basic maneuvers, calls it a night.
Anya scrawls in the notebook, a thousand things.
<Jacob> <OOC> Where do I pick up the cash from this expense account?  Any bank, 
or what?
Kasia <OOC> checks the account, watches it be legit, blows all of it on Pokemon 
cards.
<Anya> <OOC> What, no Rifts books?
<Kasia> <OOC> No, that would be IC.
<Kasia> <OOC> ;)
<Evelyn> <ooc> ..and then resells the cards on ebay for obscene profit? ;)
<Jacob> <OOC> Asmor should blow it on M:tG cards and correct all the subtle 
flaws.  ;^)
<Kasia> <OOC> Of course!
<Anya> <OOC> Hey, look at this neat artifact I found from Before the Rifts.  
It's a roleplaying manual...Wow, it's pretty accurate. :)
<Kasia> <OOC> %)
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "This is odd. Chad says he's seen that guy before, looking 
for us."
Kasia nods. "Yeah... weird. The dates don't match up, either."
<Jacob> <OOC> Steve: If you want to ask me about that during my short call that 
evening, you could.
<SteveM> "Hmm."
<SteveM> <OOC> Jacob: no need.
<Kasia> "Something decidedly odd is going on. I'm going to keep open around 
him."
Ch`Dith makes one more quick stall, then straightens out and goes into a slow 
descending spiral.
<Arsenal> At about this time, a Jeep pulls up to the gate.  The sign on the jeep 
says "Stan's Uniform Sales".
<SteveM> "Somebody's taken an interest in us. Who or what, I don't know."
Ch`Dith . o O (That will be all for tonight. Well done.)
<Anya> <OOC> Uhoh.
Jacob is now known as Will
SteveM <OOCly> facedesks upon seeing Stan.
<Anya> <OOC> Where's Asmor? :)
<Kasia> <OOC> Steve: Oh, you missed earlier. ;)
Chadrick is now known as Asmor
<SteveM> <OOC> Oh?
Anya looks up to see the truck, gets up and runs into the mess.
Evelyn <ooc> ponders talking DW into playing Stan as a regular. >;)
<Will> *to self*  "Didn't Anya say Stan ran the glass shop?"
Asmor glances up at Asmor. "Hey, do me a favor. Is this chicken a) spicy, b) 4-
alarm, or c) blows off the roof of your mouth?"
<Asmor> GRR
<Asmor> s/Asmor/Anya/
<Anya> <OOC> Hehehehe.
<Evelyn> talking to yourself? %)
<Asmor> I'll get it right someday. ;)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Eve: HEEE!
<Arsenal> <Driver> "Got a delivery here for the 'North Star Company'."
<SteveM> "Contact name?"
<Anya> "Actually....okay..."
Anya takes the spoon from Asmor and tastes it....
<Asmor> Fork, in this case.
<Arsenal> "Captain Steve Mitchell?  You ordered a hundred sets of woodland 
camouflage BDUs?"
<Anya> s/spoon/fork then.
<Anya> ...swallows.  "Not bad."
<Kasia> <OOC> "Vaaaannnder?"
<Kasia> <OOC> ;)
Asmor nods. "Great. Now try it with some of THE RED STUFF on it." She holds out 
a small dipping bowl filled with red stuff.
<Evelyn> hehe
<Anya> <OOC> Dohoh.
<rbos> brrrraaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiins?
Ch`Dith lands in the center of the compound.
Anya eyes the red stuff.   Takes the chicken.  Swallows....
<rbos> i could just get the CD, I guess
<rbos> mischan
Anya makes interesting faces again.
Asmor holds out another sopapilla and water.
<Arsenal> Aengie lands near Ch`D.  "I need a shower before dinner.  Be back 
shortly."
<SteveM> "Ah, ok."
<Asmor> "That's for the diehard fire-eaters like Ch'Dith."
Ch`Dith nods. 
<Arsenal> <Driver> "Sign here."  *hands him a receipt*
Ch`Dith sneezes
<Will> <OOC> "Jalapeno.  Cayenne.  Habanero.  And just a touch of napalm."
Anya clears the hot stuff out of the way... "You could have warned me..."
<Asmor> "Sorry. You said something about a trip to Mexico. Have another 
sopapilla."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> What, forgot the kerosene? 
<Asmor> <OOC> Will: A few diablos. :9
<Anya> "It turns out I lived with folks that had a passion for human blood, not 
spicy food!"
<Arsenal> "By the way, ten sets suitable for a Juicer, and ten sets with holes 
cut in the back by the shoulder-blades?"
<Asmor> "Ah. Sengir?"
SteveM nods.
SteveM accepts the clipboard and signs.
<rbos> "but it's my blood!  Nothing died for this!"
<rbos> "what's your problem *now*?"
<Arsenal> <Driver> "Where do you want 'em?"
<Asmor> "Terribly sorry. Anyway, you wanted me for something?"
<Anya> "Sangre.  Same diff.  Didn't realize this at the time."
<Asmor> "Ah."
<Anya> "Well...there's a truck outside that says "Stan's", was wondering if you 
were up to some more wheeling and dealing... %)
SteveM points to the "office" barracks.
<Asmor> "Hmmm." *evil look* "I'll take a look."
<Ch`Dith> Arsenal: "suitable for a Juicer" defined as "MDC materials were used 
as thread, and the base material was hardened kevlar" ?
<Arsenal> Okay, driver parks near it, and carries ten boxes to the designated 
storage room.
<Will> <OOC> "Suitable for a Juicer" meaning "room for gigantic muscles."
Asmor sets the cooking to "okay for a pause in activity" and heads outside to 
check out the van.
Anya follows, just to see the fireworks.
<Arsenal> <OOC> Will's correct.
<Will> <OOC>  I just realized.  Bane is a primitve Juicer, isn't he?  ;^)
<Arsenal> <OOC> Yes.  prolly the prototype. ;)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Primitive in all senses of the word.
<Asmor> <OOC> Refresh my memory. Was Bane the blue guy from X-Men? Or am I off?
<SteveM> <OOC> Nah, Beast was the blue guy from X-Men
<Will> <OOC> Bane's a Batman foe who pumps himself full of green stuff to get 
huge muscles.
<Arsenal> Bane was in _Batman and Robin_, and was the one that broke Batman's 
back in the comics
<Asmor> <OOC> That's right. Oh, I see. I never watched Batman. Or read it.
<Arsenal> he had more personality in the comics... was actually more of a tragic 
hero than a maniacal villain.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> As long as you don't watch the latest movies or that horribly 
painful PC Batman tv series, it's pretty cool.
<Ch`Dith> Arsenal: The movie had personalities? Heck, even Freeze sucked.
Asmor eyes the Stan truck.
<Ch`Dith> +<OOC>
<Arsenal> Asmor: it says "Stan's Uniform Sales".
Asmor catches the attention of the driver. "Any affiliation with Stan's Quality 
Glassware?"
<Arsenal> <Driver> "None.  Thank the gods, too. That glassware guy is a rip-off.  
No way would I work for that slime."
<Arsenal> the driver finishes his job, says, "You have a good evening," as he 
drives off.
<Arsenal> and it's nearly 3am here... call it a night?
<Asmor> "Ahh. I see. That is a very good thing. I would have to do something 
unpleasant to you."
SteveM nods
<Anya> sure
Asmor grins brightly and goes back to the kitchen.
<Asmor> Fine with me.
<Will> Yup.
<Ch`Dith> Ack, gotta go. Moo.
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/ In the palm of our hand / But they ruled the night / And the night / Seemed to 
last as long as / Six weeks on Paris Island... o/~)
SteveM is now known as J-Rock
<Anya> So...that's game?
Anya is now known as katster
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going....gone!)
<Asmor> Thazz game.
Asmor is now known as Aris_TGD
<Aris_TGD> That was fun. %)
<Arsenal> that's game.
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Prozac sets mode: +o katster 
<Arsenal> Aris: yeah. ;)
<katster> Ooops.
<katster> wrong button.
<Arsenal> kats: at least you didn't kick yourself. 
<Aris_TGD> Well, I must say, Chad is happy. %)
<Arsenal> so's Aengie. ;)
<J-Rock> oh?
<Aris_TGD> I just need to keep him alive, now...
<Will> So's Law.  :^)
katster idly wonders if Law would know mitka. :)
<Arsenal> <Aengie> Well, the sooner we find the sleaze that shot Vix, the sooner 
we're off Vix's shitlist.
<Aris_TGD> JR: Aengie lured Chad into a dark alley and liplocked 'im. Not that 
he minded. ;)
<Aris_TGD> <Chad> I suggest we check the pawnshops to see if whoever that was 
got rid of his medals.
<Aris_TGD> s/medals/medallions and etcetera/
<Will> kats: No idea.  Who's mitka?  From Anya's history?
Evelyn is now known as DarkSide
<katster> Yeah.
<katster> Older brother.
DarkSide eyes the split personality folks.
<Aris_TGD> %)
<Arsenal> <Reed> Hey, I'm a Crazy living in this guy's head.  Split 
personalities are the norm.
<katster> the charsheet's at http://exploding.sandwich.net/rifts/mitka.txt  ... 
haven't wrote out the short history yet, but will soon.
<DarkSide> <N'Mor> Moo?
<DarkSide> Eek.
<J-Rock> whoohoo
<Arsenal> <Reed> COW!
<katster> <Anya> moocow! :)
<Aris_TGD> <Asmor> BBQ! :9
<Will> [shrug]  Law was a Chi-Town street punk before he got a choice between 
military and prison at 18.  Having chosen the military, he gravitated to 
Intellignce.  You know mitka, you pick the odds.
<katster> Fairly high, considering that's Mitka's line too.  One of Joe's boys.  
:)
<katster> err line of work, anyway.
<Will> Maybe, then.
<Will> I was pondering having Law be a propaganda specialist, believe it or not.  
He might very well have known Mitka.
Arsenal eyes Aengie's 'Needed Equipment' list, watches the only items she can't 
afford be the RMK and IRMSS...
<Will> Ars: And surely the NSC has those.
<Arsenal> if not, Jalil can make 'em.
Will goes to bed.
<Arsenal> cya, Will
Will [William@tnt1-145-238.cac.psu.edu] has quit IRC (Bye!)
katster sighs, and life returns in full force to haunt me.
Aris_TGD goeth - 'nite.
<Arsenal> kats: hrrm?
<Arsenal> Cya, Aris
Arsenal goes as well... Cyas
<katster> night Aris.
<katster> night Ars.
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