<> (Session DUNNO.) (31, I believe.) <> <> <> (Ian peers levelly at Ronnie. "...I know Lizard-Fu.") (moo) (It occurs to me now to check and be sure I didn't have to be here.) (Nope.) * Ian prods at his temple. "This feels awfully strange. Though useful, I guess." (So Kat finally shot him?) (She wishes.) * Katherine is there, decked out as normal with dual holster and all. She looks a little different, maybe, than she did before, but it's one of those hard to pinpoint things. She's wearing a green shirt and black pants, now, and has slightly damp hair. The thin frown, however, is familiar to everybody. * Fitzroy seems ready to go. "How is that information feed working for you, Ian?" * Ian is wearing a suit, this being a diplomatic mission and all. "I think I'm getting the hang of it. It's going to take me a while to figure things out as we go, though." <> * Katherine glances over at Ian and says with a faint snarky smile, "Probably. At least he doesn't look dumber than when we first met." * Ian glares mildly at Kat. "Wak." Exactly. <> "Great. You guys ready to go hustle some info from the Other Sentient Species?" * Katherine looks over to the pink-haired one. "Ronnie, I'm not seeing anything that'll keep us from being crushed to the ground by the oppresive hand of gravity, let alone an angry Sleythin." "Path's loaded with g-balancers these days. If they're busted, reverse the trip and I'll refit. I can't afford to send out suits you might not need." What is it we're looking for again? Info on whatever the AI is doing out there? <> "YOu're looking to see if the history you viewed is alternate or not, and if not, why the fuck the Egg's kept his clam shut." (Sleythin. It's what's for dinner.) * Katherine sighs and rubs her own temple. "Yeah. So let's hope the Egg's just taking a nap." (Sleythin Steak and Digital Eggs) * Fitzroy nods at Ronnie. "Alright then.. You guys ready? Is there anything else to do here?" I think I'm set. <> "Head on back if you need firepower, but knowing the Egg, he'd be whining if he were in trouble." <> "Hop on in.>> * Katherine tilts her head from side to side in a stretch and then steps in. * Fitzroy gets in. * Ian walks in. <> "Kat, your mom probably told you horror stories about these things." ("Don't be silly. I don't have a mother." *facial tic* "NO MORE WIRE HANGARS.") (Haw.) (Kat chose Wire Mother!) * Katherine arches an eyebrow and says in a cold tone. "Told. Yes. Of course." She licks her lips and says a little less icily, "We CAME to SIG-ASP in a bowl, remember? Let's hope you guys can do a longer trip right." I remember Thren saying something about a...giant, smiling Brasilian Space Jesus? <> "You did? Man, my memory these days..." "Well, hey, second time's the charm, right?" <> (SHE'S CORRUPTED ERASE HER OMG!) (She's obviously a fake.) (.hack//ROUND?) (You spin me right round baby, right round, like a record baby right round round round...) (See, now I'm imagining that on a Ronnie Sex-music Mix CD.) <> <> <> (...) * Katherine sucks in a sharp breath upon 'landing' and clutches her stomach as she looks around. * Fitzroy looks around at the new surroundings.. "Hmm, is it just me, or is that blocked-off path really tempting?" * Ian blinks. "Well, that was easy." * Katherine steps up and out of the bowl. "Not tempting enough." * Fitzroy steps out and glances at some of the ads. (Do it, Roy! DO IIIIIT.) * Ian walks over and looks at the paths. <> <> * Disconnected * Attempting to rejoin channel #atc2 * Rejoined channel #atc2 * Topic is 'http://chamelaeon.com/rpg/codex/ATC/ Article away, my little bees. | http://besm.sandwich.net/ATC2/' * Set by Chamelaeon on Wed Mar 02 22:02:25 (I saw Cham say we couldn't see the end of either path. Anything else?) (* Ian shrugs, and motions to the lighter path. "Shall we?") * Katherine (Mechalink@172.indianapolis-15rh16rt-16rh15rt.in.dial-access.att.net) Quit (Ping timeout) * Fitzroy also shrugs and starts down the lighter path. * Ian heads thataway! * Kat pulls out her larger AE gun and goes. "Yeah. Let's." * Kat is now known as Katherine I hope they have a car or something. This is... not going to be a short walk. < (It all looks) (It all looks - cut off) <> (Hint: Segway.) * Ian peers at the black patches. "What's with the fires?" * Katherine walks over to the not-Segways. "I... don't know." She tries to pull one of them off. "It could be a lot worse." <> * Ian heads over and snags a Dunnegway as well. (At least it doesn't hum with [HAPPINESSS. ENJOYMENT.]) (Maybe it's just not loud enough.) A hell of a lot worse. * Fitzroy grabs a third wheelie thing and follows the others. * Katherine steps on and, once Roy's got one, zooms off down the path! * BrettInSF (vxsykfhpj@adsl-64-172-118-197.dsl.snfc21.pacbell.net) has joined #atc2 * Ian follows. Go, Speed Penguin, go! <> * Fitzroy zoom! <> * Katherine chuckles to herself briefly as she zooms off towards the dome. * Katherine says (yells?) back at Ian, "So what all's in the slot, Ian?" <> Sleythin...stuff. All I've checked out so far is the history and cooking, really. * Katherine mutters, "Go faster, you stupid things," then says back, "They have any recent history?" Nothing really recent that I can find... The past five years or so are just general trends. * Katherine frowns. "Sounds like someone lost contact with Slyethin years before now. Ah well." * Ian hmms. "Mainly expansion and trying to figure out what to do about us." Maybe they finally decided. I brought a little information with me too, but Ian probably has more. What he said is what I have. * Katherine nods a little. * Ian nods, and looks pensive. <> "[SHUFFLEBOARD.] Hello." * Ian blinks. "Hello." * Katherine glances over at the light. After a second, she looks back forward and says, "When did they find a way to make you stupid things smaller?" "Hello. Welcome to the planet Sleythin." * Fitzroy nods at the thing, "Hi." "I am a guidebot, here for your assistance." <> "Would you care to find lodging? Or a dining establishment?" Not particularly. * Ian beams at the words "dining establishment." "There are many fine shops to sample the sleythin culture. Would you care to locate one?" "I can arrange tours of various parts of the City of Refuge, and guaranteed authentic interviews with locals." We're really looking for history. A museum or library maybe? <> * Katherine snickers. You really don't want to see their version of history, Roy. ("could you take us to the AI we're not supposed to know about?") (I'm very tempted.) * Fitzroy shrugs, not that you can see that, "What do you suggest then?" * BrettInSF (vxsykfhpj@adsl-64-172-118-197.dsl.snfc21.pacbell.net) Quit (Quit: 2 more days.) "There is the Museum of Recent History, or the Historical Museum, or the Contact Museum, or the Technological Museum where you can view previous versions of the guidebot system..." "This unit recommends you visit the Human Dwelling of the City, where you can find authentic locals of your particular species orientation." * Katherine looks over to the AI. "We want to go to the... Council building? That's what the guys that are only slightly in charge called, Ian? " * Ian nods. "That's right." <> "This request is not in my database of pleasurable activities for humans. Am I in error?" ("Yes and no...") * Ian looks at the guideblob. "Well, it's not really a tourist thing. Is it on the maps, perhaps?" (Replace "my" and "I" with "this unit".) (Hm, maybe Thren should have gone after all.) * Katherine smirks. "You're not wrong. It'll probably suck like vacuum. But that's where we're going." "This unit can activate it on your maps. If you vary from the path, the Human Locomotion Adapters will provide you with a gravity field acceptable to your norm." * Ian nods. "Thanks!" "This unit will report your abberant request for addition to the list of suggestions. City Central thanks you for your valuable input on understanding the human psyche." * Ian tilts his head and says quietly, "Wak." Glad to be abberant. How long do you think the trip will take? * Fitzroy smiles. (One b, two r's.) "This unit estimates your time to arrival at twenty minutes." <> <> * Katherine looks around with a look of slight disbelief. "Space Jesus." Nice! * Katherine shakes her head slightly. <> <> <> * Ian looks around, clearly impressed. * Ian hmms. "From what I'm getting, there are a few changs, nothing much." (changes.) * Katherine looks at the underground city and whistles before replying, "Well, Sleythin weren't ever known for... fast." Comes with being old and heavy. <> <> <> * Katherine taps her foot the whole way down. When they hit the bottom she says, "Finally," and goes in the way the map indicates. * Ian follows! * Fitzroy follows too! * Fitzroy looks around as he follows, having to catch him self from crashing a few times, "Pretty big place, eh?" This is great! ...I hope. <> Yeah. It's... well, it's impressive. *rubs her temple* More impressive when you consider they're rebuilding all this after a good fucking long absence. <> * Katherine exhales and mutters, "Why the hell is the Egg cut off?" (...must resist salad joke...) (Ha.) <> * Katherine stops and, uh, parks the Sleythway where someone won't trip over that piece of fine fine engineering. (Chakosaur: "..." Kat: "..." Chakosaur: "...mommy!" Kat: "QUIET.") (HAW.) <> (Also HAHAHAHA) (Funnier when you consider that if Kat's hair were black instead of red, she'd make a great Chako impersonator. Well, except for having her other mother's rack, as we established.) (You need to stop talking about your other mother's breasts._ (Because, as we all know, Kat picked Wire Mother.) * Ian parks his Sleythway. "Okay..." (Oh god, STOP already.) (Too many elisions of 'Sleythin' tonight, I may weep.) * Katherine gestures towards the council building with a slight smirk. "You're the face, Ian. Go riiiight ahead." * Fitzroy gets off his zoomer, "You think they'll let us in?" (*eyes RFM* Oh, what the FUCK.) * Katherine stretches her arms. "Well, we have three cards to play if they won't." I'm still hoping for easy. * Ian (jrenken@tofu.sandwich.net) Quit (Ping timeout) * Fitzroy nods. (Dammit, Ian.) (Just when we, you know, needed you to do something besides wak.) (Penguin failure on line 2.) (Sadly, I can't go for much longer. I've got to sleep at 30.) (Quick, patch us in a replacecment! Roy, you're up!) (Wak like you mean it!) (Wark?) (hmm.. not quite.) (Dammit, man, we need a penguin, not a chocobo!) (Ngh. Well, good a spot to stop as any.) <>