File 1 ------ Long story, but I spend a lot of time on the net. *he holds up his portable tri-sense computer. It's thinner than a laptop (in todays terms) and enough width for a keyboard* * Rochelle looks at the computer. "Oh. So do you wanna be called Roy or K.B.?" * Leopoldo twitches again. "I'd prefer Roy. K.B. reminds me of a Toy Store..." It's a nickname from the net, but Roy is fine. (*twitch* *twitch* Someone else...playing geek...feels wrong...) Works for me. Dunno how leather, penguins, and hockey masks go together anyway. ( Duh. Rocky Horror Penguin Hockey League. ) (.....) ( ... ) (..) (...) ( ... ) ( ....was it something I said? 9-9 ) (I can tell this is gonna be a quotable game.) ( Can I drop a meteor on Demeteria? Pweeze? ) ( Hey, Kat started it. ) (Even if most of those quotes are "wak.") * Auctioneer clears his throat lightly before speaking. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to tonights auction. We have gathered here tonight a trully remarkable and fantastic collection of priceless items for you to bid on." * Leopoldo waits to hear what's so priceless that it can still be sold. ( A collection of priceless items that you can't bid on. Because there's no prices. ) ( Wow. ) (Isn't this nice? What would you pay for it? Want it? TOO BAD!) File 2 ------ (Anders.) (right). (Mr. Anderson?) (Hello. Mr. Anderson.) (Anders. The name. Is Anders.) <> "Yes." * Rochelle stops leaning, opens her purse and tucks her mask into it, then blinks as the car drives by. "That explains it." ( Oh, Papa LUUUUUUUUUUUURVES mambo, yes he does. ) * Leopoldo nods. He walks over and pulls out some tinfoil to make a makeshift helmet out of. The finished product isn't exact, but it gets the job done. He sits down with a tinfoil 'helmet' on his head. * Rochelle looks at Leo, cracking a grin at the tinfoil hat. * Demetreia seems to notice nothing odd about Leo's choice of headgear. * Leopoldo changes a light hue of pink from the unwanted attention. "Anyways, could you continue?" "The Concordat are out to collect all these artifacts because they are trying to bring back an ancient dead race, an Elder Race." Why? Power, I'd guess. * Ian raises an eyebrow. (They wanna turn this campaign into Cthulhu In Space.) Because they're bored and have too much money. "The usual gamut of reasons... yes, power, money, covering for inferiority complexes." File 3 ------ * Katherine finally edges her way to the bar, and waits for a lull in Momo's performance, before yelling out, "Let's see a Triple Homicide!" <> "Remember, you asked for it." * Katherine says loudly, "Cheaper than buying 4 drinks. Faster, too." * Rochelle watches. This'll be good. * Ian watches, as well. * Demetreia tilts her head to the side a bit and watches curiously. * Vera isn't there, so she doesn't. * Leopoldo chuckles. <> * Katherine winces as she eyes it. "Definitely won't need another." * Ian looks on, trying to follow the motions with his flippers. <> * Rochelle blinks a few times. <> "Done and done." * Rochelle looks to Kat. "Don't tell me you order that all the time." (whew. *kicks mecha for making him think that up*) (Haha!) * Ian applauds! * Leopoldo smiles. "Nice show." * Katherine shakes her head. "Hell no. It's Sangria-Beltane." She thumbs towards the penguin. "Someone has to help entertain the crowd." Yeah, good point. * Ian grins. * Rochelle looks to Ian. "You, go entertain the crowd." * Katherine laughs. * Ian looks around. "...wak?" * Leopoldo laughs. "Well, I think we have found one of those artifacts underneath our noses." Oh, whaddaya know. Maybe every time we get drunk, we'll find one? * Ian steps over to it. "Huh." * Rochelle drinks. "Best way to save the world ever." * Katherine drinks too. "Now that's a fate I can get into." * Rochelle points at Kat and laughs. "Yer drunk!" And then she wobbles. "Whoo." Minifile 3.1 ------------ <> * Rochelle grumbles about there being nothing good on as she channel-surfs. Who cares about shooting fish. <> * Rochelle doesn't care about Cletus and Rohandy. Flip. * Katherine laughs. "Yeah, well. Some people grow into their powers, and some people grow around their powers, and some just don't give a damn." Like the big guys. Ya never see the big guys workin' at a library, or petting puppies. I dunno, I bet we could find one puppy-petting big guy. Maybe. * Katherine shakes her head. "Only last night, Hettie. Haven't touched the stuff today." She turns to Roch. "Hey, just been talkin' with Hettie." She flashes the stone at Roch. "Aye, and a bonny insane dog she be. To go with you, Rochelle, ye be a cat if ever I breathed a breath of breath." Oh, she gave ya that? Hang onto it. * Rochelle blinks at Hettie. "I am?" "Aye." Why's that? <> "Because ye are, of course." File 4, Part 1 -------------- (#Lumbago!) (... Winnebago!) (Winnebago!) (Winnebago!) (Winnebago!) (Better yet, a Winnebago in...THE FUTURE!) ( See, this is why nobody takes recreational road trips on Mars. ) (I want a road trip on Earth. We can blow up Wall Drug.) (You will certainly get it.) (To blow up Wall Drug? WOOT!) File 4, Part 2 -------------- <> (Wondering: Is anyone else nearby?) <> (Right!) File 5, Part 1 -------------- * Vera trudges to Kat's apartment wearing her usual getup. She's not soaked thanks to her nice white umbrella with sunflowers across the surface. * Fitzroy is not there yet. (...sunflowers? o_o) ( What? :P ) ( So now I got a hat and a cute umbrella. Yay! ) (It is cute. ^^) So what's on the agenda for today? (The meaning of life.) * Katherine shakes her head. "It's easy. ATC employee has heavily encrypted data, ATC city collects artifacts, ATC is involved. Simple and easy and absolutely plausible. As opposed to a random guard happening to have secret data from a different faction we don't know about." (Yeah! Occam sez I'm right!) (So NYAH.) ( Bah, Occam was dirty anyway. Shoulda shaved more. ;P ) ( *hides* ) * Leopoldo shrugs. "They're 'allpowerful artifacts'. Nobody said their powers couldn't be stupid." <> ...very well put. Just what we need, color changing fruit. <> ( Rub the faded markings! ) (Genie of the Statue!) (There's no place like home! *clicks two artifacts together*) ( *snickers* ) (Have to do it three times.) ( "I will grant you 3 wishes!" "Cool. I want a pack of cigs, some really strong whiskey, and a hat." ) ( Hat! ) (No kirby plushy?) ( Clove cigs. Blacks. Adds mad levels of Cool. ) (But you already got a hat. It's not good enough for you?) (All Kirbies were burned in the Great Kirby Purge of 2043.) ( Also of Lung Death, but that's okay. ) (And thank god.) ( I need more hats. ) (But Ian still has a Kirby costume.) * Vera picks one that's relatively nearby, not likely to be heavily guarded, and has a cool name. <> (Damn loading times! Even in 2089 it's as bad as a PS2!) ( Aw man. We're gonna have to do this every time we find an artifact ;_; ) ( Ha ha! ) File 5, Part 4 -------------- *after Dicesuke has failed Rochelle on the original roll and *three* DRs* <> (Ha ha ha!) <>> * Rochelle climbs in easily enough, thanks to *real* divine intervention. Alternate File 1 ---------------- <> d6+6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Threnody (d6+6) and gets 9. (Wow. Dicehate.) (YOU SEE? YOU SEE? THIS IS WHY WE USE ATOM, YOU PUSILLANIMOUS ASSHAT DICEBOT!) File 5, Part 4 -------------- ("Shubby's Pizza and Cthalzones: Delivery anywhere in the Plains of Leng within 30 minutes, or you keep the driver!") (I should note that, barring GM intervention, the above parenthetical remark is actually on Ian's shirt. The hat is also a little tentacular monstrosity in a chef's hat, holding up plates of food with its many limbs.) (I'll allow it because I feel God will dispense justice as necessary.) (Excellent.) (Everyone has claws, and the guns would require effort to see. Ahem.) (Everyone does?) ( I don't...<.< ) (I have claws? Badass!) (Well, claws, or teeth, or a tail, or rocky skin, or a face that looks like cheeze... it's 2089, baby!) (Yu has a cheesy face!) (*borrows claws* They're detachable!) (I feel deprived. ;_;) ( Dammit, Zeg, I keep telling you it's a skin condition! It's not 'Cheesy Face'. ) * Demetreia leans against a convenient wall and tilts her head to one side. Her eyes go blank-ish. * Rochelle blinks a few times, takes a breath, and lets it out. * Katherine eyes Roch at a distance, and walks to intercept. "You OK, Roch?" She gives Deme a weird look too. * Demetreia does not notice the look, her eyes remaining blank-ish, but still open. o_o (... Deme gains three Creepy Points. *shudder*) * Demetreia stands there, presumably creeping out any passers-by. o_o <> ( Oooh! Oooh! Shall I make a scawy face too? ^-^ ) (You're doing a marvelous job already.) ( Good point. ) File 5, Part 5 -------------- <> Yow! Lots of flats below that one, it would seem. I'm riding a wardrobe all the way to hell! File 5, Part 7 -------------- <> ( Invisible DEMON swallows... ) (Invisible Demon DUNNOswallows.) * Katherine thinks for a second, then says, "Yes. Go get that brick that hit your head, put it by his. Then wait for the buzz." She steps out of the elevator, and goes to 7001. * Katherine also hangs up. ...oh. All ri--oh. * Katherine mutters, "Jesus fuck, I hate this thinking on my feet shit." (Kat much prefers planned murder!) (Damn straight!) * Demetreia carefully places Roberts neatly on the ground next to the brick, hands folded across his chest. (... you just ruined the illusion. Good jorb!) * Demetreia looks down at her handiwork. "I hope this is correct..." (Oh wow, Deme's funny. ^^) ( ^-^_v! ) ...something looks wrong. * Demetreia takes one of Roberts' arms and places it above his head, bending the fingers into a "V for victory" shape. "There. Just like in the holoads." (...) File 5, Part 8 -------------- Ian, what kinda gun do you use normally? * Ian pulls it out of another pocket. "It's a WD .38...pretty big." ( *coughPHALLICOBJECTcough* ) Oh. Well, so much for that theory. Alternate File 2 ---------------- <> * Threnody blinks, and eyes it suspiciously for a moment. "Nobody knows I'm here, except Aunt Karen..." He picks up the receiver. "Good morning." (Hello Neo.) (*snerk*) (Okay, this is going to be a first.) <> (HA.) <> "Your abilities should help you. Avoid those that seek you, seek those that wish to be avoided. The Concordat." ...'Concordat'? "Their name." (The name of an ancient fate!) (*FLEES*) (YOU CANNOT RUN FROM FATE *throws a tank named Fate at you*) (*is crushed under the horrible weight of Fate*) Minifile 5.1 ------------ <> (Dear sweet jesus.) * Demetreia sneaks up on Echidna. Kind of. <> * Demetreia pokes it. <> * Katherine says, "The beef fajitas, Roch." She starts eating the boxes o'beef. (Whole cows died for this meal.) ( DunnoCows? ) (Well, DunnoCows, yes.) (And Bothans.) (*plays MASH with the fortunes* Katherine and Anders, with Down kids, living in a Let It and driving a Don't.) ( What about Get You? ) (...) (That comes after Mike reads that joke, I suspect.) (*cracks up*) (*cackles*) (Yes. Yes it does.) ( *snickers* ) Minifile 5.3 ------------ (How do you wear down the polish enough to paint it again? Remote control thumbing?) (Auto-degrading nail polish. Perfect for the stylish teen.) (If you only do one coat, it doesn't take long to wear off. Especially if you rub/scrape at it.) (I can't believe I'm having this conversa... yes I can. Carry on.) * Katherine strokes Eck's fur, and while Roch dries her nails, Kat collects her shoulder holster. She dumps Eck and puts the .50 in there instead, for cats make poor sidearms. ( Or so you think. ) (Only unmotivated ones.) Minifile 5.4 ------------ * Ian hmms. "Well, I'm thinking I have to stick around long enough to find and beat the crap out of whoever leaked the information. I'm not walking into strange buildings with pizza again, though, that's for sure." (*snort*) * Katherine grins a little. "Well, there goes your backup plan for living if your writing ever craps out, eh?" * Ian snickers. * Ouka smiles. "I know it doesn't look it, but I'm a swordsman. If such a thing could be said to exist anymore." * Ian raises an eyebrow. a s-what? * Katherine chuckles faintly. "Swordsman. Guy who swings around swords and cuts people up." Saw a movie about a guy who did that with a chainsaw once. Weird. (I am struggling to avoid having to tell Ian "You're way too drunk to be of use in this now, thank you".) (Hey, go for it! He won't mind.) ( DUDE I CAN FEEL YOU IN MY HEAD! (Mmmm. Brain!Slash.) (*chokes on his rotini*) (It's so weird. What IS Ian like in his head? Would make for an interesting fic.) (The Yellow Submarine of slash.) (It would. @_@) * Ian dances! 2d6 * Atom rolls for Ian (2d6) and gets 9. (Dammit!) (Ian fails his Funk check.) <> (Lalala, I can spit out technologies like nobody's business, I am the Make Shit Up GM....) * Ian blinks, and straightens up. "Wow, that was fast." (I am envisioning little nanoIans drinking up cellular mugs of beer.) ("We get drunk so you don't have to.") <> (...Macarena.) (SPACE Macarena.) Alternate File 3 ---------------- ( Need a dicebot? ) (Dunno.) (God damnit. Cham, I almost NEVER used the word 'dunno' before ATC. YOu know that?) (hee hee.) <> * Threnody frowns, actually swatting at one like a fly. "Accursed things." <> * Threnody blinks again, then frowns, and forces himself to knock. Take that, technology! <> * Threnody pauses a moment, then ahems. "I've come to check a reference. May I come in?" <> "WHAT???" <> * Threnody clears his throat, again, then simply opts for "MAY I? COME IN? AND DISCUSS? THIS FURTHER?" "GET IN HERE, I CAN'T HEAR A THING!" * Threnody smiles, genuinely grateful. "Many thanks, Mr. Hologuide." <> * Threnody sighs as he walks, slowing his pace to allay suspicion. "Why can't every piece of intrusive, brightly-colored holotechnology be as generally nonthreatening and normal as you, Mr. Hologuide?" <> * Threnody walks into the hotel, secure in the knowledge that it has not suffered any major visible trauma, and heads directly for Anders' room. (Well, as directly as you can without KOing a bellhop, etc.) ("Carry your bags, si--OOF." "No time for servitude!") Alternate File 4 ---------------- * Threnody looks at the phone again, briefly, then manages to overcome his urges, say a quick "Good afternoon, Dorian," before hanging up, and cautiously opens the door. <> <> (What's Chako doing here?) * Threnody sits the case down on the floor and settles himself into the opposite seat, letting the jacket drape itself over the back of the chair as he shrugs it off. "You're most welcome. My mother's stories involved Sugar Loaf Hill in Rio di Janeiro, so by comparison your method is positively restful." (....what? c_C;) (FISHY FRUIT.) (Sugar Loaf Hill is where the Jesus statue is in Rio.) (Which we saw in the Trippy Bodyslide of Oh God, My Eyes) (...oh, right, there was a Jesus statue somewhere in there, wasn't there?) (He was SPACE JESUS.) (And he, like, gave us a smiling thumbs up.) (And there was a Fishy Fruit in one of them too, I think.) (Shut up about the fishy fruit already. c.c;) * Threnody walks down the alley, observing the presumably impenetrable consumer goods fortress of the warehouse district, and sighs, muttering to himself. "No windows, suitably modern locks... which of course leaves the tried and true method of forced entry." (Or I hulk out and break down a wall.) (Or Momo comes with a pitcher of Kool-Aid...) (Rahr! Sad kittens in snow make Thren angry!) File 6, Part 1 -------------- * Ian arrives in the apartment, after buzzing in and so forth. He looks quite normal, aside from the drink umbrella in his hair and the squid costume. (God will one day punish you. And by god I mean me, and by you I mean I will burn your genetalia off.) * Katherine frowns. "Yeah. I think it's gotta be something else, or else we'd be completely pegged. Ian and I should be absolute cinches to find." <> (...) (Land shark.) There's somone who calls himself 'Deep Throat'.. He's given quite a few tips to ATC on art thefts. * Ian nods. (It really is.) (You HACK.) (High Melodrama!) File 6, Part 2 -------------- (... no atom!) (Protons EVERYWHERE! It's CHAOS!) (*flings them in random directions*) (Watch out for the Free Electrons!) (*flings Skittles at Ard.) ( This...bodes poorly. ) (AGH! *beaned*) ( Oh great. We're all gonna die now :P ) (Wahoo!) (But at least it will be an hon--aw, screw that shit.) (o/~ Thaaaat's death! o/~) (Before they send us / to the grave / Kombinat thugs use / Burma Shave.) (... Moving on.) <> (There've been 13 Sinatras, and only four Jimmy Buffets?) <> (...you are playing this metaphor too far.) (OhhhKAY then.) ( ... ) (The mental imagery is really, really scary.) (...) (The horrible part is I designed it without even realizing.) ( . . . ) (You asshat.) (Ew ew squickage EW.) (...) ( I didn't catch it, either. It's terrible. ) (AGH MAKE IT STOP *dies*) ( You know, I wasn't even thinking of that until all of you brought it up. ) ( Meaniefaces. ) (I wish you hadn't brought it up. ;-;) Aagh! Hey, lay off on the wang, Captain! (How could you NOT? HOW COULD YOU NOT?! ._.) (Mental image of Ian ventilating pedestrians in a costume with a sign around his neck reading "When I attack!".) ( *laughs* ) (I can so see that, Todd) <> * Rochelle blinks back at it. "What do you want?" "ARf!" Yeah, I thought so. I don't have any. * Demetreia starts at the bark. * Demetreia edges a little more away. "You can talk to it?" * Rochelle keeps her eyes on the dog. "I don't have a fucking clue what it's saying, if that's what you mean." Oh. MiniFile 6.1 ------------ <> ( You betcha. Vwoof vwoof! ) (Meanwhile, Deme arrives at the alley below, and Vwoof won't shut the hell up.) (All is well in ATC2land!) ( Wah-hahaha ) * Katherine says, "Well, you're lucky. You might hurt my hands instead. We'll see when we get there." She then walks into the closet and closes the door. Muffled movement sounds ensue. (She's negotiating with the bogeyman.) ("I'll give you 50 creds to give me back my damn pants.") <> (It's a full bath!) (Very nice, GM, now if you wouldn't mind turning your head the other way and not watching me change.) (It explodes! Rochelle ascends to a higher plane of being and causes Anders to spontaneously combust.) (AWESOME.) <<<... the GM blushes and proceeds to summon "censored" bars.>> (Thank you.) (...) (Hehe.) <> <> Fucking christ! Who is it? * Demetreia replies, sounding kind of panicked. "It's me!" Demetreia! What's the big hurry? Vwoof is barking at me! I think he is hungry. What do Vwoofs EAT?! * Demetreia sounds desperate. ... Oh, for christ's sake. * Ouka nods again, smiling, and stands back up. "So, you could say knowledge of anatomy is one of your strengths, too. The rest is just how you apply that. It's all form, and anybody can teach you form." ( Deme comes up to teach Leo form! <.< ) (No, Roch. Roch should teach form.) (Oh, come on. We all know that Deme has a hidden combat mode where she bristles with missile racks and other stuff.) (Isn't it obvious?) ("You hurt Vwoof..." *KCHAK* "GENOCIDE MODE ENGAGED.") (All you have to do is hit the switch behind her ear.) ( <.< ) ( No, no. ) ( Deme has a Kung Fu module installed. ) ( Like in the Matrix. ) (;_;) * Ouka looks at the bottle. "It certainly is. I should have asked before paying for it." * Katherine blinks. "Yeah, seriously. And it's only the second time you've been to my apartment, too. Expensive taste for a second date, eh?" She grins wickedly. (Isis: "Say, 'Yeah, and this time you're sober!'" Thren: "SHUT UP, Mom.") (*falls over laughing*) MiniFile 6.2 ------------ <> ( The dog then gets heartburn during the night and sets Deme to buzzingbuzzing anxiously AGAIN. ) <> ( ...she's a hibachi bartender. ) MiniFile 7.1 ------------ * Katherine goes over to the other side of the room, tosses off her dark blue cut-off and slips on a tight white t-shirt and a red top with shoulder straps and, unsurprisingly, no midriff over top of it. Then walks back across the room and eyes Echidna. "You're just really selfish today," she says, while strapping on her sholder holster and the shiny clean gun. "Mrroowr." * Katherine dispenses the DunnoChow. "Yes, I know who you get it from." <> <> (MISS KAAAAAAAT! ~~~~~~;_;~~~~~~~~) (Don't spill that, or I'll send you to the torture room! Go practice throwing bombs and using your bazooka!) (And kill that pesky MegaThren!) (Kat Bonne. And her ServDemes?) * Rochelle blinks. "Am I s'posed to call him Thren or Ouka?" ( Whatever you like. *BEAM*) (Sadly, Cham was more or less on the money.) * Figure is walking down the street nearby, slowly, and laden with bags. He's also wearing black, supertight pleather pants, a silver and oddly loose sleeveless halter that somehow works with his tummy, and his hair is a particularly light shade of violet. ( ... ) (...) (... Jesus!) (...) ( WHY WHY WHY ) * Figure is only recognizable as Threnody Renard at close range, and seems typically oblivious. * Katherine whistles, and looks him up and down again. "I'd love to know that, but... this is a definite change in style. I like it." (*cues the pr0n music* ) (In the middle of the mall?) (*sbo*) ( It's always a good time for pr0n. ) (*returns with snacks*) (... but it's not always a good _place_ for pr0n.) ( Depends. ) * Rochelle looks up from the rack to Thren curiously. "Train?" * Katherine starts picking through the various clothes as well, mumbling various things about the outfits. * Threnody nods, face peeking out over the top of a bag. "Ah, in swordsmanship. I'm on a training journey." * Rochelle looks puzzled. Training journey? You get paid... what's a swordsmanship? * Threnody looks puzzled right back. "I g... no! No, I don't get paid. I'm training in using a sword." That's like a big knife, right? * Katherine puts the vest down, and picks up another leather vest, which has somehow been dyed a nice deep blue, which would still not reach her waist. "Well, I never had the chance to learn it as an art." She grins, and turns to Thren. "What'cha think, Thren?" * Rochelle doesn't even look up. She's busy inspecting clothing. More prices than style, but hey. * Threnody tilts his head. "It's... very blue." * Katherine eyes Threnody. "I was asking how it looked. Sheesh." She hangs it on her arm, and continues looking through things. ("It looks very blue.") * Threnody mmphs, looking rebuked. "...sorry." (You in fact asked what I thought, which was, in this order: "It's very blue." "Why is she asking me?" "I bet this is some sort of trick to get me home with her again." "SAY NOTHING!") (*laughs*) (*snort*) * Katherine says, with a sad smile on her face, "It probably will. If Anders is even remotely right, this will be their last stand. And if they're smart, they won't wait for us." She pats the left side of her body. <> (Don't you?) (Nope.) MiniFile 7.3 ------------ <> * Vera taps him with her foot, checking to make sure he's real. "Damn, you really ARE evil." <> * Vera slugs him. <> MiniFile 7.5 ------------ * Katherine continues reading. Aah, lazy sunday. (... I'm going to nuke you both from orbit if this is all you're going to do with my time.) MiniFile 7.8 ------------ * Rochelle sticks the drink in front of him. He should pass out soon. And then she looks at Ian. "Holy shit, what happened to you?" * Ian grins. "A freak normality tornado. I barely survived." * Rochelle looks over to Threnody and waves. * Ian looks over his shoulder, and then waves also. (Wow. Unflappable Ian. You do know Thren's hair is violet now, right?) (You do know Ian wears squid costumes, right?) (Just making sure.) (..Touche.) (You guys were meant for each other!) (God, I hope not.) ( Thren and Deme are so secret siblings. ) (...which means Thren's a robot too! A PSYCHIC robot! ) (c.c;) (...) Hey, this ain't bad, kid. * Ian nodnods. * Threnody nods at his own drink. "Mine too... but, can I ask what's IN it?" ( 'Couple fish eyes. ) ( The usual. Eye of newt, tongue of frog. ) ( Testicle of lion. ) ( Wait, I didn't say that. ) Vodka and orange, mango, and strawberry. It's sweet enough, right? (What'd you say?) (Braincell of Ian. Now you have mad dunnocow disease!) ( I didn't say nothing! ) * Rochelle bites her lip to keep from laughing. "You can, uh, pretend you're going out with Vera or something." She could kick his ass. (*dies laughing*) (*also dies laughing*) (Or I could try the truth. "Despite my cheerful and innocent demeanor, I used you and then threw you away.") (Do it. Rochelle approves.) ( That would be so fun. Do it do it now. ) (For it to work, someone would have to be NPCing Vinyl Lad, and I dunno that I have the stamina for Cham to be doing thus.) (I could do it! *cough*) (Ask Cham in /msg so you know he's paying attention! ;P) (I am here! But it's his stamina and not mine in question.) (I am a stallion of power and caffiene.) (You're just not gay enough.) (This, too, is true.) (I think that's a challenge.) (If CF were here, maybe. But alone, you're just not gay enough.) ( Cham: A *mighty* stallion. ) ("And Chris, my choreographer!") (*snerk* "Hi there!") You're a kid, kid. Bit too young, y'think? (Last, and least, our lightning designer, Chako Markewitz.) (-n) (*falls over*) (... Excellent.) He probably won't remember. (If he wakes UP.) (Truly. Jesus, Roch. Anything Goes school of Martial Arts Bartending.) (He just drank the equivalent of boiler grease.) You're assuming he'll even remember what happened. (Yeah, at this point, if he stays within one standard deviation of his former IQ he's doing good.) (He annoyed me.) * Threnody shrugs. "If he doesn't, it's his own misfortune. Change has to come from within. Otherwise, it comes from without whether you like it or not." (...wow. That was a very Isis moment.) ( Like mother... ) * Ian raises an eyebrow at this, and then nods. .... So... it has to come from one place... unless it doesn't. * Threnody blinks, then knits his brow. "You're right. It doesn't really map out if you put it that way." (And then, sometimes not.) File 08, Part 1 --------------- * Vera is smoking. There's an ashtray nearby filled with cigarette butts. There's nothing else to do on this trip, and it looks like it's starting to get to her. ( Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall... You want to DIE?!) <> ( What is it, Vwoof? Did Anders fall into the well? Good boy! ) (Have a treat!) <> <> (Now I know what I should have gotten Leo. Another set of eyelids.) (A nictatating membrane? Good god, why?) (Why not? :P) (For starters, they're only useful underwater.) (He's got a ton of other useless powers.) * Ian distributes sunglasses and sunscreen to those who want them. He then puts on a pair of sunglasses and leans against the car, staring off into the horizon, posing. "... stylin'." <> ( Are Cool Points better than Creepy Points? ) <> <> (Cham's getting the hang of this.) MiniFile 8.2 ------------ <> <> (DunnoChikin DunnoWire?) ( "Sir, the papers are all prepared... What would you like to call your new corporation?" "Hmmmm.... Dunno." ) MiniFile 8.3 ------------ (Exercise room? Don't insult me.) (He's on the roof.) (Pfft. He's doing it in the pool. More resistance. :P) (The GLASS roof?) (Not the roof of the pool room. c.c) (*looks up* Hello!) (Oh.) * Rochelle sticks a hand in the bubbles. "So, what are katas?" * Threnody blinks, and looks at Rochelle. "They're, well..." He takes the bokken in one hand and rolls his arm a bit. "It'd be easier to show you, then to explain." * Rochelle pulls her hand from the pool a bit reluctantly and turns so she can see Thren. * Katherine leans back on her chair, so she can also see Thren. Ahem. * Threnody takes a step back from the pool, and assumes a passable battoujutsu stance, then goes through maybe four or five simple, quick movements which would seem elegant or graceful if the last one didn't bring him onto a patch of wet floor and send him hurtling headlong into the pool. * Rochelle calmly edges to one side, letting Thren fall in the pool. * Katherine laughs, and says through the laughing, "Oh, shit. Wet surface." * Leopoldo laughs. "They tell you not to run for a reason." * Rochelle gets splashed. She wipes at her face and snickers a little. * Threnody surfaces, gasping for air, then manages a somewhat goofy smile once he's actually treading water. "Those... work better on stable surfaces." File 08, Part 2 --------------- <> (I'm not scuttling by. You can't make me. <.<) ( *snickers* ) * Leopoldo is wearing brown pants and a yellow long-sleave shirt. Sleeping's a good way to relieve stress. (... What does *that* have to do with anything?) (I dunno. *shrug*) ( Public service announcement. ) ( Leo and Deme will decide with Rock, DunnoPaper, DunnoScissors. ) (No dunnorock?) ( It's Mars. Rock is the ruler. ) (I don't think the planet's devolved to where the ROCKS are fake.) (Shhh!) ( On Mother Earth, ROCKS throw YOU. ) <> (Flying V! Go!) (Kat's catching up to Vera/leading, Vera frontish. Ian middle, Leo/Fitz back, it seems.) <> (Yup. The one with heavy armor's in the back.) ( Kat will form the head, Ian the stomach, Leo and Fitz the arms. And Vera is...The Hat. ) (...hate you so much.) ( It's all in the wrist. ) ( The thing is, it *works*. ) (As long as we don't need LEGS. c.c;) ( Eh. Legs are overrated. ) MiniFile 8.5 ------------ * Threnody shakes his head. "I can give you the basics. Ian Savolino... you must have heard of him. He writes historical fiction. The 24 who looks like a bipedal lizard is Leopoldo Grahovac, a cargo hauler. The tall blonde with the hat is Vera, a bounty hunter. The little girl is Demetreia Kanenas, a homeless youth." He frowns a bit. "I'm sure Katherine mentioned Rochelle." (Since they're, you know. MARRIED.) (*snort*) MiniFile 8.7 ------------ * Leopoldo sits at one of the tables with a mess of hot dogs, maybe five or so, on his plate. Each one with a different condiment. He idly munches on the one with dunnoketchup. * Vera sits at a table, smoking, and wondering why she had to go to the infirmary when she didn't even get injured. (Man, you two are the awesomest. Pure apathy mini. ^_^;) * Vera has a hat. * Leopoldo doesn't. (...) File 9, Part 1 -------------- <> ( Tea is good for you!) (I like tea!) (Tea needs to take a dirt nap.) * Vera isn't trying it! She'll stick with coffee, thanks. (What she's not telling you is that it wasn't the AllDrug that cloned Illy. It was the tea.) (>.>) (<.<) (c_c;) (TRVTH.) (We're doomed.) * Threnody smiles placidly. "You can trust Taluun`tzo, that's for certain." He stretches again. Nothing out of the ordinary. * Taluun`tzo whisps even louder this time, even laughing. "I'd hope so! I trust myself every day." (...200 proof DORK. By the tall bottle.) (Damn straight.) * Ian uncharacteristically hugs Leo. "Don't worry, Leo. It's not your fault, and I'm sure there's something we can do." (Aww!) (Our first slash is set.) (...oh dear.) (AWESOME.) ( Well, that took a while. ) * Leopoldo is a hugged leezard? Well, he hugs Ian back. (It's lizard love.) (So set.) (God dammit. Why is it always my character?) ( No! I wanted Leo! Guess I'll have to settle for Dem ;_; ) (Vera is the jealous and ignored love interest.) ( You don't really seem like Demota's type. <.< ) (While you may be thinking this is just Thren and Kat being secretive again, we're in fact having a holo menage-a-trois.) (Oh, dear.) (KAT IS A LOON) (Quack, or Wark, or Wuack, or whatever sound loons make.) ( Loons go AAAHIIEEEEEWOHGOGOGOGOGOGOGOOG ) (...) (... Kinda, yeah.) (... I don't believe you.) ( I do. ) (Show me a loon that doesn't, and I'll show you a HATEFUL IMPOSTER!) * Katherine smirks thinly. ( I thought loons yodeled. ) ( You mean that noise isn't yodeling? ) File 9, Part 2 -------------- <> (Obvious exits: N, E, Up) * Vera -> look decor * Threnody folds his arms behind him and looks around curiously. (There is no decor here!) * Ian has headed in, and is openly admiring the decor. (Damn lack of add_items.) * Leopoldo heads to the right down the hallway. ( Vera -> get all decor ) * Rochelle > follow leo (Leo -> Slay Vera.) * Vera follows Leo (since she can't interact with the decor). * Katherine will not follow Leo, instead looking elsewhere. > follow We can probably get ATC to test those steroids... (ON VERNON.) ( I'm a tree! XD) (Vernon would be all "You won't like me when I'm angry", but he'd just turn green.) * Leopoldo holds out the chip. "It has Trish's favorite song on it... Maybe it'll tell us something?" Worth a shot. (Quick, Deme. Deploy your sub-woofers!) (Vera! The Boombox Hat!) ( No way, man. This hat is tuned to Jazz only, yo. ) (Radio Free Vera's Hat.) (You don't know what's on it. She might be really into bluegrass.) (We all know you've got a pirate transmitter under there.) * Leopoldo hands the chip to Roy. "That laptop plays music, doesn't it?" ( Yarr! <.< ) (As Roy loads DunnAmp.) ( DunnoTunes. :P ) Excuse me officers... may I have a moment with my sister? <> (Ah, Leo, the gentle giant. "We don't think it's sa--" "BACK OFF." "Gojira! RUn for life!") (Hee hee.) (Leozilla vs. Squid Ian. ;_;) (Leo wins. Fatality.) (Yes. ;_;) (Hurray!) File 10 ------- * Leopoldo walks along. "What about your mother?" * Threnody looks forward. "She's been here before. Well, a different version of 'here'. She mentioned the military cordon that guards the place, and how they get a little... loopy." Uh... yeah, okay. * Threnody looks up at Leo. "Well, think about it. If you were a military man assigned to guard a psychedelic building full of people who talk to geckos, what would YOU do with your free time?" (Iris doors everywhere. It's the freakin' Genesis Station.) <> (It's full of tinier men!) MiniFile 10.1 ------------- * Threnody eyes the curtain with the same confused look, then looks back at the basket and hmms. "Well, I'm not adverse to the idea. You might want to keep away from the [bagels], though. Unless she likes Sleythin food." (Man, I wish you hadn't chosen [] for Sleythin. Now it feels like I'm using the Brackets of Power on bagels.) ([Baaaaaaagels]) (Bagels of great mystery!) (Hehe!) <> "Yer running me out of stones. But he's worth it - true bears are rare." * Threnody panics and nearly falls over scrambling to catch whatever it is she hurled at him. A bear, huh? Congrats, Thren. I think. (He's a care bear!) (...) (^_^) (Yes. I am Sworded Bear.) MiniFile 10.2 ------------- * Threnody keeps smiling. Stir, stir, stir. "Nothing terribly wrong with that." (Run, he's going to kill you!) (XD Hi.. XD .. *stir* XD .. *stir* .. *STABITY* XD XD) File 11, Part 1 --------------- (Note - you are actually in Leo's ship, not the skimmer.) ( What? No windows in the ship? ) (Yes, there are windows. I'd hope.) (There have to be. ^^;) ( NO WINDOWS EVER ) (I mean, if there aren't windows, people go CARZY.) Alright, we need to go to... Sector A, division Q, Compartment 23, Room C. To get supplies. ( First one to say supply depot DIES. ) Alphabet soup. (depot) It was only twenty minutes. I spent five of those in combat, too. (Fire attack?) (*fire attacks Leo*) Supply depot, eh? Hope it doesn't catch fire. (...*kills everyone* ) (Vera is mauled by a rampaging cow) (YAY! *dies*) (Woot! *dies*) File 11, Part 2 --------------- <> <> (Save a puppy! Er, I mean, people!) ( Puppy people? Like potato people? ) * Rochelle looks around for something to smother the fire with. Hey, Deme. (You can't smother the fire with Deme!) I only have e-mail addys for his co-workers.. I see if I can find Vernon. ( You're going to smother the fire with Deme? ) (That's what you think!) ( Wah....@_@ ) * Demetreia looks at Roch! "Yes?" * Rochelle reaches over. "Gimme your cloak, okay?" ( Actually, you probably CAN. But it'd be mean. Poor Deme! ) * Demetreia shrinks back a little. "But...I...but..." C'mon, it's just clothes. (PLus if they burn: dress-up mini after!) * Demetreia looks at the fire and sighs, unwrapping the cape/cloak sadly and thrusting it at Roch. "Here." (Yeah, you don't need any of those pesky clothes. *porn groove starts*) ( It's made of vinyl-like-stuffies anyway. It's the trashieset thing ever. ) * Rochelle takes the cloak and proceeds to smother the fire with it. (Which is why Deme loves it.) (...oh yes. Smother fire with vinyl. Goodbye, Roch's hands. The clientele of Momo's will miss you.) <> ( Yay science! :D ) (You'd think, but it's vinyl of THE FUTURE!) (DUNNOVinyl.) (Less vinyl, more roleplay. c.c) MiniFile 11.2 ------------- * Rochelle looks at the boy. "Really? You don't remember anythin'?" * Boy shakes his head. "I remember nothing." ("So don't ask me about the Elder Race. *pause* Dammit!") File 12 ------- Read the whole thing for the blink counting bit. <> * Rochelle eyes the premiere. * Ian peers up at the TVnet. "..." * Fitzroy hmms and grabs another doughnut. * Threnody eyes the TV with a suspicious eyebrowtwitch, then produces his cel phone from wherever and dials what presumably must be a least-amount-of-steps method of reaching Vernon. (It must be relevant to the ATC plot! I will research yaks in relation to giant robot ants and multi-dimensional space freaks! See you in a week.) * Threnody drums his fingers on the sofa. *dadadadumdadadadumdadadadum* "We can't get to Anders, we can't find the Concordat... there's got to be *something*." (I know! *consults GameFAQs*) (Giant Ants.. I'm tellin' ya.) (So, basically, we deploy giant wolf spiders and pray for the best?) * Demetreia then looks a little confused. "So I am a...butterfly?" (Ai ai ai.) (Searching for your samurai.) (INNA GADDA DAVITA BABY...) (*rocks out* DONTCHA KNOW THA I LURV YUUUUUUU...) ( A beeeeautiful butterfly! And no-one ever got those points the other night, either. ) ( *puts Thren in a box* ) (Well, the only samurai in the world is Thren, so it's a short search.) "Aye. A Viceroy, nae that ye'd know what that be." ...a provincial administration officer butterfly? ( Woot! ) (...too much Rot3K for you, missy.) (Literalist! >.<) (Really? I just envisioned Deme having a completely vertically straight hinged robot jaw. "DONUT: CONSUME." *CLANK*) (Excellent.) (donut->consume()!) (DEME OPEN JAWS / DEME RELEASE ANTS) (Or would that be jaw->consume(donut)?) (...oh, dear. ) (DEME WATCH YOU SCREAM BECAUSE DEME DOES NOT DANCE!) (Deme.consume(doughnut);) (*flail*) * Threnody sinks back into the couch tiredly, looking drained. There's a pause. "Why is he living with giant ants?" (*dies laughing*) Because it's funny. They'll probably spend five episodes explainin' it in the middle of the season. ( What Cham did. ) (This was originally a spam from "Rptn Yac" entitled "Real family insect." I envisioned a repeating yak, like a repeating rifle only more lethal. Cham took it off in another direction.) (....) (Thank you, typo of 'insect'! This would be much scarier television otherwise!) ( *laughs* ) File 13 ------- * Threnody shakes his head, then walks across the room, opens up a small brown leather bag, and produces candles, which he lights and places on whatever approximates a coffee table. "I went to get a few things, then came here." (I also brought my Ouija board.) (Yay!) ( Did you bring the ribbons and the streaking stuff? We could do makeovers! ) (Yay!) (Streaking party. Going to find the exec responsible for that and rip off his sack. Pardon my Klatchian.) ( Yeah? I got an opportunity to get an invitation to one. Scariest thing I ever saw in my life. ) (I meant the commercial.) Well, it seemed that they had two projects going. One was under the name Kanenas, and the other was under the name Lazarus. I couldn't get into the second project. ...Lazarus? * Threnody blinks. "In my experience, projects named for Biblical figures almost never come to good ends."