Action, Adventure, Excitement, Part 5 SHAZAM! - Chapter 3 Date: Tue, 16 Mar 1999 23:05:19 -0800 (PST) Subject: AAE: (Finale!) A Michael Seven Spin Off: Moving On. On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 01:06:50 -0600 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006694 "How am I to treat them when I can't leave sickbay?" the EMH groused. The EEH was there as well, replicating some components. The doctor continued, "I've managed to determine that they are both still on board, at least. In a room. But I can't hear any talking and they both appear to just be lying there. The only activity outside autonomic functions has been some sort of subspace communications passing between the two of them and that's been going on for the last three hours. And this one activation of the replicator for a couple glasses of water." "They are probably just talking and don't want you listening," the EEH said, "I can't break the encoding on the Borg subspace link, but it isn't leaving the ship, and judging by the bandwidth, it would seem to match a communications package. I wouldn't worry." "It's in my programming to worry. What are you working on?" "A method to let us out of the medical bay," the EEH said, constructing a large frame on wheels with a hand rail. The EEH pushed it through the doorway leading to the cargo bay then stepped inside the frame, passing through the door. There was a faint flicker as he passed through the doorway, but he was now outside the confines of the medical bays holoemitters. "Ingenious," the doc said. "Thank you," the EEH replied, pushing the cage around the cargo bay from inside it. "It isn't ideal, but it will do for now. Download your program to this node and we'll see if it can handle the two of us." The EMH complied and the pair of holograms looked around the cargo bay. The doctor frowned. "This is not a healthy environment. It's downright depressing. We'll have to do something about it." "It's not our ship to go about changing on a whim." "Well, as we're the only four here, and the apparent captain ordered me to 'do what I have to' to get them both healed, I think it is within the bounds of our program to create an atmosphere more conductive to healing the body and mind of the crew." "You're the doctor." "And apparently the interior decorator as well." * * * * * * * It was a couple days before Tink ventured out of her grandfather's quarters, and she wouldn't have except she woke up and he wasn't there. For a moment, she panicked, but she could still sense him nearby. So, she got up, still wearing the jumpsuit the Borg had put her in and wandered out of her quarters. She stopped on the threshold of the doorway and blinked. The lights wee bright, the walls a light grey, with a black plastic paneling running along them at adult eye-level. It looked like the inside of a spaceship instead of the inside of a submarine like it had before. Feet approached on the soft blue carpeting trimmed in beige, and Tink turned to see who was coming. The man was probably five foot seven with Asian features and black hair that was turning grey. He wore a red Starfleet uniform, not the new kind the doctor wore, but the older one Tink remembered from the Star Trek movies. She knew the face immediately, and knew this was a friend. She also knew, as the figure seemed to flicker for a moment, that this was a hologram. "Ah, Miss Seven, you're awake I see," Captain Sulu, or a hologram of him, said. "The Captain, your grandfather, said for me to fetch you and give you the grand tour as soon as you woke up. This will also give the Engineering crew the opportunity to refurbish the Captain's quarters." Four identical twins of the EEH approached from the opposite end of the corridor, carrying toolkits. "Good morning, glad to see you up and about," they said in turn as they began to work on installing the holo emitters that would let them enter the room to work. Captain Sulu took Tink by the hand and they walked down the corridor. "We've installed holoemitters throughout the ship, allowing us easy access to all areas of the ship where a human might be needed. This is far too large a ship to be run by two people without some high tech help, so we've added it. The Captain seemed a bit angry about the intrusion, but the doctor explained his reasoning and the Captain had to agree. The doctor's very concerned about your health you see, and as the Captain admitted, a ship like this one just wasn't a good place to raise a little girl." Tink didn't say anything, so Sulu continued. "Basically, the rundown of the ship is as follows: deck one is the bridge of course, which is now in full compliance with Star Fleet technology as of what the captain called 'Voyager' era, he said you'd understand the term. This deck is deck two, with living quarters for two, and guest quarters for a dozen more before we have to start doubling up. There's also a galley and mess hall with replicators for those midnight snacks. Decks three, four and five have been converted into a massive pair of holodecks, though we can take the divider away and make a single large holodeck if desired. Decks six, seven and eight are now a single deck, the hydroponics gardens. We weren't sure what sort of vegetables you liked, Miss, so I had them plant all Brussels sprouts." Sulu eyed Tink, who made a disgusted face. He smiled. "Just wanted to be sure you were listening. Don't want you getting lost. Though if you do, you can use this." Sulu knelt and pinned a comm badge on the girl, it had the standard silver 'Enterprise' 'A'-like emblem and four horizontal gold bars behind it. "The Captain specifically called it 'the communicator of the future, or at least the one the alien child created for Riker'. I'm not sure what he meant, but he said you'd understand that as well." Tink nodded, the communicator chirping as she tapped it. Sulu nodded approvingly. "You tap that, and I'll know you need help and will come and get you. You can talk into it, too." Tink didn't seem inclined to try that feature out. Sulu eyed the little girl. "You don't say much, do you, Miss?" Tink shook her head. Sulu nodded, "Alright, just checking..." Sulu continued with the general debriefing about the ship as the pair entered the newly installed turbolift, talking about the weapons, engines, and about the new things they were developing based on what data they had on the Borg. "There was a massive amount of information in the computer core regarding the Borg and how their systems worked. In fact, the reason we managed to do a refit of the ship so quickly was that we've been using Borg nanites that we reprogrammed to handle the majority of repairs. Incredible technology. And incredibly scary, if you don't mind my saying, Miss." Tink looked a bit uncomfortable talking about the Borg, so Sulu changed tacks. Fortunately, they had arrived at their destination, holodeck two. "And here we are," Sulu said, gesturing toward the doors. Tink was about to go in, when Sulu stopped her, holding out a pair of grey snowboots and an orange parka with fur trim, "You'll want these, Miss." * * * * * * * Tink trudged through the snow up to the mouth of the cave. Fortunately the lay of the land was such that the path was only lightly dusted with the stuff. Entering the large orifice in the rock, Tink picked up a small oil lantern that was sheltered from the wind and picked up a silk parchment underneath it. She followed what turned out to be a map of the cavern painted in silk, eventually finding Michael sitting cross-legged in a room in the cave, a fire burning before him. Tink sat on a mat opposite Michael and set her lantern and map to one side. Michael's left eye was closed, the right lens covered by a thin metal that functioned like an eyelid. He had his hair swept back from his forehead, disheveled, and hanging down to his shoulders. He hadn't shaved in a couple days, and he was still wearing the same style Borg jumpsuit Tink did. He also had on snowboots and a parka. Eventually, he opened his eyes. "We've reached a crossroads, kiddo, and we need to decide where to go." Tink looked panicked until Mike added, "No, where we, you and I, go. I'm not leaving you anywhere. Voyd's gone, at least for the time being. We can settle down, you can be a kid, we can have a normal life." Tink shook her head. Mike nodded, "I didn't feel right about it either. We can hunt down Voyd, if it were just me, I would and end things. But, your safety is the most important thing to me. I'd be putting you in danger if I did that. Heck, I'd be putting you in danger unless I did the boring thing. So, I'm asking you to make a grown up decision. You know all about what I do and have done in the past, the kind of lives I've led. I put myself in danger every day. Can you handle me doing that again." Mike frowned. "I'm not sure I can agree to that, though. I'd be putting you in danger." Tink looked resolute. Michael sighed. "Your logic is irritatingly flawless, Tink. So, I will agree. But either one of us can call it quits for both of us at any time, deal?" Tink nodded. Mike looked up. "Computer, end simulation. Mister Sulu, set coordinates for Earth - Callahan's." {Aye aye, sir.} "We'll be on the bridge in a bit, we've got to get cleaned up." {Aye, sir. I've taken the liberty of having some newly replicated clothes set out for the both of you. Engineering reports your quarters are ready now and Miss Seven's are directly across the hallway. They dead-ended the hallway and made the rooms adjoining even, in case of emergency. They also inform me the external modifications are complete. If the Captain would like to inspect the modifications from the holodeck, that is available.} Tink looked eagerly at Mike and he smiled. "Let's see them." The room shimmered and they were suddenly standing in space. The walls and floor still seemed to have a vague cloudiness to them, however, like imperfect glass and light seemed to reflect off it like linoleum. In the center of the room was a two thousand foot asteroid, or so the scale said, atop which was their ship. The modified Borg nanites had been using it for mining the extra mass the holoengineer needed to modify the massive spacecraft. Michael Seven whistled. The tail end of the ship was a pair of massive warp nacelles, each two hundred and fifty feet wide, two hundred and fifty feet high, and five hundred feet long, joined flush on their inner sides. They tapered into a par of Bussard collectors, set on their sides to maximize space, and taking up about half the width of the nacelles. Between and in front of that was what looked like the front nose of a warp capable shuttlecraft, only on a much larger scale. It stretched another five hundred feet and was a square two-fifty high and wide. The whole thing was an unusual design, though still obviously Starfleet in nature. Mike was impressed, but still a bit unsure of this new look. After all, he'd built the thing from spare parts, it was his ship top to bottom. Tink pointed at something and Mike walked around to her side of the ship to look. In a complete departure from Starfleet thinking, the grey hull bore, in what looked like a feminine handwritten cursive script, the name 'Love's Labor' emblazoned in lavender-pink. Mike walked around to the other side, the name was there, too. He smiled. "Okay, -now- it's starting to feel like home." {Do I take it the Captain approves?} Mister Sulu inquired. "We both do. Thank the EEH for us." {Yes, sir.} Mister Sulu said, a warm smile almost audible. Mike and Tink walked out of the holodeck hand in hand, feeling strangely elated. Mike knew if what he had seen in his dream had been real, and judging by what he remembered, it had been, then he knew his family would be pleased with them. They had mourned, but were now moving on. That's what survivors do. THE END...AND BEGINNING ================================= Date: Wed, 17 Mar 1999 05:04:13 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 07:44:20 -0500 Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00006695 >On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 00:24:18 -0500 (EST) >Shadow Said As CAoL Message # 00006693 > >>On Tue, 16 Mar 1999 19:48:29 EST >>SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006683 >> >>/'Creek', 'paddle', and 'up,' not in that particular order./ Roger >>wisecracks. He moves up to stand on the other side of Roland from >>Morgan. /On a more serious note, I'm fairly sure I can reconstruct >>that X-Window and keep the same attack from working a second time -- >>not that I think we'll be going back that way./ His tone turns wry. >>/After all, 'FORWARD MOMENTUM!' is our motto. Or is that 'FORWARD >>BLINDLY!'? I can never remember./ > >/No, It's SUBLETY AND DISCRETION./ John add dryly. Legion chuckles mentally /Sublety and Discretion? Have you been hanging out with some other Army of Light that we're not aware of?/ ================================= Date: Wed, 17 Mar 1999 05:04:22 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 07:48:31 -0500 Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00006696 >On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 00:15:30 -0500 (EST) >Shadow Said As CAoL Message # 00006691 > >>On Mon, 15 Mar 1999 19:41:36 >>Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006677 >> >>>On Sat, 13 Mar 1999 08:50:49 -0500 >>>Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00006658 >>> >>>>On Fri, 12 Mar 1999 03:44:30 -0500 (EST) >>>>Shadow Said As CAoL Message # 00006646 >> *snip* > Once the fighting's all done, John turns to Legion, "Thank you. >Between us, I think we saved most of the people of the city." OOC: >This said in realization that people might have died before we got >here. We saved *everyone* afterward, apparently. Legion nods with a tired smile. >> "HAHAHAHAHA! You were fools to come here!" A voice comes from >>everywhere and nowhere. "You can search for eternity, but you will >>NEVER find the Old Wizard! If you persist in defying me, all you can >>find is death! HAHAHAhahaha..." the voice, clearly Adam's, fades >>away. >> /Yeah, and if you're so all-powerful, why are you hiding?/ Roland >>mutters on the link. /Okay, folx, any ideas?/ > >/Wizard?/ John sends/asks in confusion, /When did we start looking >for a wizard?/ > >Out loud John calls, "Could you do that thing with the window again? >I missed it the first time." /Nice try but we don't think he'll fall for it. Since everyone else seems to have things in and, we're going to catch our breath./ Legion watches as the rest of the CAoL deals with things. ================================= Date: Wed, 17 Mar 1999 08:34:25 -0800 (PST) Subject: AAE V: Dropping in unannounced... On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 08:12:09 -0600 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006697 The EEH had said, "When I heard where you two were planning on going, I took the liberty of modifying your shuttlecraft to better fit in with your surroundings." And for the most part, it did to the casual observer. Well, to -most- casual observers. The Suffoulk County Sheriff's Deputy was only doing his job, as they usually say when they start these stories. "Now, let me get this straight," Deputy Fife, a man who looked nothing like Don Knotts, said, "You were driving along the road here when a minivan flew out of a clear blue sky and landed in the roadway, driving south. And in your surprize, you drove into a ditch." "Yessir, a white Pontiac Trans Sport," replied Albert Walsh, 42, of 126 North Drive, Newark, New Jersey. "Was Patrick Stewart at the wheel?" "No sir, I couldn't tell who was behind the wheel because the windows were tinted." Deputy Fife sighed, "Have you been drinking this evening, sir? Or on any sort of medication?" "Welllll..." "So two Borg walk into a bar..." Someone said, then promptly shut up as Michael Seven and Tinkerbell walked into the Place. A quick rundown for those who haven't seen them in a while. Michael Seven is a 6'2" tall, caucasian human male about 25 years old, in appearance, though far older for those in the know, with brown hair swept back from his forehead and hanging down to his shoulders. His eyebrows seem permenantly set at an angry angle, even when he isn't and he has one blue eye, the left, and one red eye-like device in the right eye socket. A thin black metal runs from the outer edge of the right eye cavity to the right ear, perhaps half an inch wide. He has a long straight nose, some point to it in reference to a Native American descent, an almost diamond-shaped face, lips that could be called pouty, and a somewhat pronounced chin, with a faint cleft in the middle. Currently wearing, over a medium build, weighing in at about 200 pounds: a plain white heavyweight tee-shirt, faded relaxed-fit blue jeans, a vinyl motorcycle jacket, the right half of which is cut to look like part of an American flag with a white sleeve, and the left half of which looks like half a Canadian flag, with a red sleeve. New white high-top Nikes are on his feet. His right hand is covered in a black metal, shaped into the form of a human hand, and appears quite functional. Tinkerbell is a 3'1" caucasian human girl who is a little over five years old. Her blonde hair is done up in a french braid, and the ridge from above her eyesockets, down the upper bridge of her nose, and along either side against the base, is a black metal, like Mike has. Her eyes are grey and her face is round, though she has Mike's chin and mouth, and an upturned nose. Tink is a fairly average child, probably about a hundred pounds, and active. She wears a kid-sized version of Michael's attire. Someone else remarks, "Hey, twins." Michael replies, "It's a 'bonding' thing," as both roll their eyes, obviously of the opinion they're bonded just fine already, thank you very much. Mike's voice has a faintly artificial sound to it, though it's highly difficult to distinguish it from the original. "Anyone seen the Army of Light recently?" After any chit-chat, an X-window opens apparently unbidden onto the JLA building. Mike picks up Tink and they pass through. Michael Seven pauses for a moment, looks around, then walks over to where the last X-window opened and a new one opens to Fawcett City, circa Silver-Age. Seeing the destruction caused by the Monster Squad, Mike quips, "Dey been here," then spots the X-window. Shifting Tink into a better position, Mike takes off at a dead run for the portal, diving head first through it just as the X-window shatters, and turning his dive into a roll that somehow manages to keep Tink from ever touching the desert ground beyond or bearing any of his weight. Mike winds up sitting on the ground, Tinkerbell in his lap, both looking back at the X-window. Mike looked at Tink. "I -did not- break it." > ================================= Date: Wed, 17 Mar 1999 09:35:34 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: Dropping in unannounced... On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 12:10:32 EST Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00006698 >On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 08:12:09 -0600 >Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006697 > Seeing the destruction caused by the Monster Squad, Mike quips, >"Dey been here," then spots the X-window. Shifting Tink into a better >position, Mike takes off at a dead run for the portal, diving head >first through it just as the X-window shatters, and turning his dive >into a roll that somehow manages to keep Tink from ever touching the >desert ground beyond or bearing any of his weight. > Mike winds up sitting on the ground, Tinkerbell in his lap, both >looking back at the X-window. Mike looked at Tink. > "I -did not- break it." One of the mini-satellites circles around Mike's head a moment before humming off. Then Jim pipes up from Moonstone's wrist. "Greetings Michael. Interesting new look. Is Cybernetics the new fad or something? There's a Cybernetic John Doe in Dhyrclhanc's ship that I found in a Controller Lair. Oh, please pardon my rudeness Moonstone. This is Michael Knytt, no relation to the other, a long time member of the Callahanian Army of Light. In fact it was he who disposed of the final Controller before Justin was born and I was built as his body. The young girl with him is known as Tinkerbell and is his Grandaughter as Nemesis is my Grandmother." Figured Jim should give you a hand getting your character introduced to your other characters hehehe As far as HE knows you two have never met. Also he said Michael Knytt because I don't think he was going by Michael Seven last time Jim encountered him. ================================= Date: Wed, 17 Mar 1999 18:34:34 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 21:06:11 EST Dane0R0A Said As CAoL Message # 00006699 >Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006692 > >>On Tue, 16 Mar 1999 23:33:30 EST >>Dane Said As CAoL Message # 00006690 >> >>(OOC: I know this was a "private" comunication but given his special >>abilities along such lines...) >>^You are here because your powers, skills, and knowlege are needed,^ >>Oracle's 'voice' answers him. Oracle does not elaborate. > > OOC-M: Given that Roger specified particular effort to make this > private, and since his parents probably taught him to send on the > private, untappable, unbreakable link, I feel justified in asking > for this to be retconned out. I don't want to start setting letting > precident chip away at the nature of our (i.e. Roland, Morgan, and > potential offspring) "family" link. (OOC: As you wish) Oracle thinks about telling Roger why he's there, in case he (Roger) is wondering, but decides against it. ================================= Date: Wed, 17 Mar 1999 19:05:13 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 21:38:34 EST SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006700 In a message dated 99-03-16 22:09:02 EST, you write: Roger gently teases Zia: > Dame Marvel raises an eyebrow as if in disapproval, but given >even the extremely slight 'talkie' telepathic whisker beam, Roger can >tell she is only putting on a show of being put out or surprised; she >doesn't bother to actually try to conceal the duplicity of her >visible reaction against her mental one. Perhaps she is either used >to Roger's perception, or is just teasing him slightly. @Not always >correct, eh? Perhaps I do rid myself of the truth curse soon or late >then. Right now, I still have it, so be cautious. There are things >that you do not want to know, and neither do I.@ @Ah...don't forget the difference between "true" and "correct," Auntzie. And as for the truth curse -- well, the less I say, about that, the better@ Then, wryly: @In fact, under the current circumstances, the less I say, *period,* the better.@ > @I'll have to gather a longer baseline of data before I try to >Intuit for you, if that is what you're teasing about. And it's >obvious to me, there are things you do not know about me, even in the >future. Most interesting.@ She smiles, knowing that teasing poor >Roger's curiosity is simply the worst thing she could do to him, >practically speaking. OOC: Yes, Zia is a cruel, cruel lady. The fact that Roger loves her dearly probably says something about him. (:) /OOC Roger's tone turns pretentiously cynical and world weary -- kind of like some overbearing art students. @How much does anyone know anyone else? Why hasn't this power of telepathy dissolved the walls behind which we maintain our selfish illsions of individuality? And why is it, after living in each other's minds off-and-on for nearly 400 years, that I *still* can't grasp how you can *possibly* eat *raw* tomatoes??@ OOC: Even Zia couldn't get Roger to eat certain vegetables.... /OOC >: : period when he was twelve when he had a flaming crush on Rhia), and >: probably his closest confidant for things he was reluctant to >: discuss with his parents. But he doesn't give into her an inch; >: their relationship has developed into a kind of tug-of-war game to >: see who can be more Zia than Zia -- think Garion, Belgarath, and >: Aunt Pol, if you've read the Eddings novels. One of Roger's >: purposes in life is to keep Zia from getting *too* full of herself. >: (:) /OOC> > > ROTFL! All right. He seems to have started out on just the >right foot, given that. :) Although I rather think the 'getting too >full of herself is both ironic, considering certain things I know >about her past, and hilarious, given how Roger makes about the same >sort of 'first impression that gets Zia into so much trouble. :) I >won't talk about what Roger's full of, either. :) OOC: Oh, good. I rewrote that post three times trying to get it right. As far as first impressions goes: who do you think taught him how to make an entrance? (;) And Roger knows what he's full of -- Zia played a large part in helping him gain that level of self-awarness. Of course, that means he is incapable of taking himself seriously.... /OOC >:> "They'd never honestly think of murdering the old goat..... I'm >:>off to kill the Wizard..." Fortunately, she does NOT sing the song >:>quote. >: >: Roger starts to, though, in a perfect imitation of Zia's voice, >: grinning irrepresibly. > > It might be Zia's voice, but if it's staying on tune even >moderately well, there isn't anyone who knows her who will be fooled. >Zia couldn't carry a tune with the Stardragon's help. > > Dame Marvel sighs. "I KNEW I'd regret teaching you how to do >mimicry. Even after the bit with the flowers. ESPECIALLY after the >bit with the flowers..." Roger rolls his eyes. "Again with the flowers! Oy, gevalt! Three hundred fifty years plus change, and she *still* can't let it go! I mean, it was only a couple of trash weed species, on one continent -- I was able to fix the damage in a couple of decades...." > 'Zia lost an ancient mage, > And didn't know where to find him, > But when she twisted up Shadow luck, > She found him so fast all had to duck.' Roger hits the deck, then looks up at Roland and Morgan staring down at him. "Uhh..sorry. Too many training sessions while Aunt Zia was babysitting." He assays a rather weak I-meant-to-do-that smile. "Umm...hand up?" ================================= Date: Wed, 17 Mar 1999 19:05:19 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 21:38:37 EST SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006701 In a message dated 99-03-17 00:42:48 EST, you write: Roger misses the X-Window: >>He stares at his hands in profound shock. "Butter-FINGERS." It >>sounds like a swear word. > > OOC: They look like such big, strong, hands. OOC: How'd you guess? > "Milky Way." John replies abesnt-mindedly. "Whatchamacallit" pops out of Roger's mouth, seemingly without volition. He jerks and looks around. "Who said that?" >>He moves up to stand on the other side of Roland from Morgan. /On a >>more serious note, I'm fairly sure I can reconstruct that X-Window >>and keep the same attack from working a second time -- not that I >>think we'll be going back that way./ His tone turns wry. /After all, >>'FORWARD MOMENTUM!' is our motto. Or is that 'FORWARD BLINDLY!'? I >>can never remember./ > > /No, It's SUBLETY AND DISCRETION./ John add dryly. A second Roger suddenly pops up by John and tries to take his pulse, while a third sticks one of those newfangled child-friendly thermometers in his ear. "Uncle John? Are you feeling well? Do you know who I -- no, wait, scratch that. Do you know when -- er, where -- oh, never mind, just tell me how many fingers I'm holding up!" ================================= Date: Wed, 17 Mar 1999 19:05:23 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: Dropping in unannounced... On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 21:43:05 EST Dane0R0A Said As CAoL Message # 00006702 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006697 > Seeing the destruction caused by the Monster Squad, Mike quips, >"Dey been here," then spots the X-window. Shifting Tink into a better >position, Mike takes off at a dead run for the portal, diving head >first through it just as the X-window shatters, and turning his dive >into a roll that somehow manages to keep Tink from ever touching the >desert ground beyond or bearing any of his weight. > Mike winds up sitting on the ground, Tinkerbell in his lap, both >looking back at the X-window. Mike looked at Tink. > "I -did not- break it." Aurora looks at Mike and Tink, then does some quick calculations. A moment later, she closes her eyes for a moment. As she does so a single tear rolls down her cheek. /*"I sorrow for your loss. Perhaps, after this current crisis is averted, we can convince The Stardragon to take you before That Which Creates so you can ask Him to return your loved ones. That Which Creates owes all the CAoL a debt of gratitude for the actions which allowed Him to repair the evil done to The Stardragon by the Great Adversary."*/ She says. /*"If you wish I can restore your missing organic body parts."*/ ================================= Date: Wed, 17 Mar 1999 20:35:16 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: Dropping in unannounced... On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 22:30:55 -0600 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006705 >On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 12:10:32 EST >Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00006698 > > One of the mini-satellites circles around Mike's head a moment >before humming off. Then Jim pipes up from Moonstone's wrist. >"Greetings Michael. Interesting new look. Is Cybernetics the new fad >or something? There's a Cybernetic John Doe in Dhyrclhanc's ship that >I found in a Controller Lair. Oh, please pardon my rudeness >Moonstone. This is Michael Knytt, no relation to the other, a long >time member of the Callahanian Army of Light. In fact it was he who >disposed of the final Controller before Justin was born and I was >built as his body. The young girl with him is known as Tinkerbell and >is his Grandaughter as Nemesis is my Grandmother." > > Figured Jim should give you a hand getting your character >introduced to your other characters hehehe As far as HE knows you two >have never met. Also he said Michael Knytt because I don't think he >was going by Michael Seven last time Jim encountered him. >On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 21:43:05 EST >Dane Said As CAoL Message # 00006702 >Aurora looks at Mike and Tink, then does some quick calculations. A >moment later, she closes her eyes for a moment. As she does so a >single tear rolls down her cheek. /*"I sorrow for your loss. Perhaps, >after this current crisis is averted, we can convince The Stardragon >to take you before That Which Creates so you can ask Him to return >your loved ones. That Which Creates owes all the CAoL a debt of >gratitude for the actions which allowed Him to repair the evil done >to The Stardragon by the Great Adversary."*/ She says. /*"If you wish >I can restore your missing organic body parts."*/ "What loss? These are fashion statements, just like Jim said. My Geek Code even says I'd be first in line for a neural jack." Mike replies, looking confused. Mike simulcasts with a tight beam to Aurora, ^This is not the time.^ Without missing a beat, Mike changes the subject. Several times. "A Borg Doe, eh? Interesting. I prefer Chardonney myself. Hello, Moonstone, nice meeting you. Oh, Jim, it's technically 'Michael and Tinkerbell Seven'. Knytt was an off-the-wall pseudonym. Hey, Big Guy, can I bum a cigar? Nevermind, Tink says I can't have one. I see a couple new faces, I assume at least one of them is Zia? So Roland, what's up?" ================================= Date: Wed, 17 Mar 1999 20:35:22 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 20:26:22 Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006706 >On Tue, 16 Mar 1999 00:32:29 -0600 >Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00006678 > >Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006677 >> /Yeah, and if you're so all-powerful, why are you hiding?/ >>Roland mutters on the link. /Okay, folx, any ideas?/ > > /@To prepare some dastardly trap involving imperiling the ladies. >It's another cliche of the genre, so it's probable. I don't use >ideas, but you know the Duck? He has luck, of all sorts in great >measure. Then there are people who have 'dumb luck'. Then there are >Amberites; I like to think of it as 'classy' luck.@/ She closes her >eyes a moment, thinking hard. /And for you, it probably is,/ Roland replies with a wicked grin, /but you seem to be the exception, from my admittedly limited experience./ > "The Rock of Eternity was a pilum, engraved with all those names, >but the inside is a philosophical construct. THAT much is rawly >apparent from a basic review of the legends. Er, comics. Whatver. So. >I have to think a thought that you'd not think they'd think in >looking for the Old Wizard." She suddenly grins, and opens her eyes. > "They'd never honestly think of murdering the old goat..... I'm >off to kill the Wizard..." Fortunately, she does NOT sing the song >quote. She glances around, holding the thought of murderous intent >in her fore-mind while isolating her real thoughts and intentions in >the submind with her Lens. Then she 'sees' something. > " 'Look!" She points, showing the rest of the group. "There's a >little man behind a curtain!' " She quotes straight (OOC: I think!) >from the Wizard of Oz. > >twisted too fast. :) But it was FUNNY.> (OOC: Not a chance! And I can _use_ this, too...) The curtain is, in fact, there, jutting out from an alcove in the rock. The man (who looks amazingly like Frank Morgan) looks startled, then panic-stricken, and turns desperately to an old-fashioned radio microphone. "Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain! I am the Great...and Powerful...wizard...Shazam," he trails off, looking sheepish. Then a snow-white goatee appears on his chin, and he winks at Zia. She is wearing a blue dress and bright red slippers, and has a basket on her arm. (However, the dog within is Krypto rather than Toto in a bizarre side effect, and unless you decide otherwise, Zia, still looks like Dame Marvel complete with powers.) Morgan wears a pink hoop-skirted frock, fairy wings on her back, a tall silver crown, and a wand with a five-pointed star in her hand. Roland is suddenly holding a woodsman's axe and is a bit rusty around the joints. (OOC II: Folx, feel free to transform into your own Oz-ian. 8^) >On Tue, 16 Mar 1999 19:48:29 EST >SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006683 > >Roger has a >>>//flashback >>>--the door shivered into splinters as the assault team poured in >>>--Quickening arcing between fingers >>>--Aramgeil's blade dancing in light as it >>>--"Rachel!" >> ^^^^^^^^^ >> (OOC: Is this Rachel Summers or the Callahan's Place Rachel, or >>someone completely different? It will make a BIG difference to >>Roland's reaction, if this is being sent through the link...) > >OOC: >And no, it's not Rachel Summers, although there is a certain physical >resemblance; Roger noticed the irony himself at the time. I'll fill >in more on her later; she's not important, though, except as a >painful part of Roger's past. (OOC: Oh, the irony...I'll _have_ to bring in Roland's first love when we visit the Marvel Universe... 8^) >Roger starts moving towards the X-Window, then realized with a start >that he is sitll holding Big Ugly over his head. He turns towards >Cap-S and a ridiculous cartoon-villain mustache flickers across his >lip. "Your ordair, mezzyoor," he says in a Quebecois accent that >would have done Mel Blank proud. >"Monstair on a ztop zign, I b'leev?" He hands over BU, and both >accent and mustache disappear. "I played some molecular bonding >tricks; this ought to hold him for about an hour after we leave. Will >that be enough time? >[asuming assent] Also, I bevelled the edges, so it ought to fit back >into that hole I left at 5th and Maple. Sorry about the, um, >head-puncture." He looks rather abashed. Cap-S chuckles. "That should be just fine, friend," he replies gently. >He moves up to stand on the other side of Roland from Morgan. /On a >more serious note, I'm fairly sure I can reconstruct that X-Window >and keep the same attack from working a second time -- not that I >think we'll be going back that way./ His tone turns wry. /After all, >'FORWARD MOMENTUM!' is our motto. Or is that 'FORWARD BLINDLY!'? I >can never remember./ >Under this cover, Roger slips a private link towards Roland and >Morgan, as tightly focussed and shielded as he can make it -- which, >given his energistic manipulation abilities, is pretty darned tight. >^When we get some down time --sometime next week, at this rate-- can >we...talk?^ His 'voice' is wistful and a bit hesitant, almost... >afraid. ^I'd like to get a handle on how I ended up here/now, if >nothing else...^ /I can sense that the 'borders' of this reality aren't blocked - anything but, as it happens. I think ol' lightning-puss _wants_ us to leave./ To Roger, Roland 'nods' mentally. ^I understand, Roger-better than you might think.^ He chuckles. ^Then again, seeing how you're several hundred years older than my present self, you probably do. My guess is some sort of temporal locus-you _were_ drawn to us in the post Zero-Hour DCU, at the approximate time they rediscover the multiverse.^ (OOC: The Multiverse LIVES! I think. Superboy is 'presently' mixed up in 'Hypertime,' in which each reality exists on a different hyperfrequency. [Sound familiar? ] He's in the Smallville of the Silver-Age Superboy as of SB #61, complete with Krypto. 8^) >On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 07:48:31 -0500 >Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00006696 > >>On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 00:15:30 -0500 (EST) >>Shadow Said As CAoL Message # 00006691 >>/Wizard?/ John sends/asks in confusion, /When did we start looking >>for a wizard?/ /He means Shazam, the wizard who gave him, and the Marvels, their power,/ Roland explains. /He can't say the old coot's name without turning into a pile of dust or something./ >>Out loud John calls, "Could you do that thing with the window again? >>I missed it the first time." > >/Nice try but we don't think he'll fall for it. Since everyone else >seems to have things in and, we're going to catch our breath./ Legion >watches as the rest of the CAoL deals with things. Roland nods to Legion wearily. /Good idea. Light alone knows how long we...have.../ Roland grins dangerously. "Ah, son," the Man Behind the Curtain says to John, "that might not be such a good idea. Now, miss-oh my!" The MBtC notices Zia's garb. "I didn't mean to do that! I'm terribly sorry, miss. Maybe there's something in here-" He begins rummaging through a beat-up old bag that Oz fans should remember. At this point, Roland looks up. "You hear _that,_ y'old fraud? A _shadow_ of Shazam is more of a wizard than you! I think you've got nothing more than smoke and mirrors, charlatan!" /You're making it angry,/ Morgan sent in a British accent. /Mm-hmm,/ Roland replies calmly. /It's bigger than we are./ /I know./ Roland grins. "Well, phony? Wisdom of Solomon, my chrome behind! More like the wisdom of Pandora! You-" "ENOUGH!" the very stones roar. "You wish to see magic? I will SHOW you magic!" "Uh-oh," the MBtC gulps, leaping behind Dame Dorothy. Roland's boots turn to stone. "Hmm." "/Honeeey,/" Morgan begins dubiously. "/I'm working on it,/" Roland replies, and concentrates. The stone creeps up to his waist. "/'Hmm. Unsettling trend,'/" Roland says in a frighteningly accurate Tick impersonation. Morgan attempts to counter by boosting Roland's Life energies. This slows, but doesn't stop, the effect, and in a few moments more Roland is a statue. "HAH! What have you to say to that, tin man?" Adam exults. *This itches,* Roland grouses. Even across the Rock, Adam's astonishment can be sensed. *But I bet you just used a LOT of magickal power, didn't you...sucker?* Adam's roar of frustration shakes the realm. /Folx, this is going to...take a while...for me...to undo...oh, nass...I'm...slowwiinngg...ddoowwnn....(poit)/ Roland fades out. The spell is, indeed, taking a lot of power, and (the mages can tell) simply removing him from the realm will restore him. But until the CAoL leaves, Roland's stony stubbornness is even more stony than usual. Morgan is still working on countering the effect, however, when moments later... >On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 08:12:09 -0600 >Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006697 > Michael Seven pauses for a moment, looks around, then walks over >to where the last X-window opened and a new one opens to Fawcett >City, circa Silver-Age. > Seeing the destruction caused by the Monster Squad, Mike quips, >"Dey been here," then spots the X-window. Shifting Tink into a better >position, Mike takes off at a dead run for the portal, diving head >first through it just as the X-window shatters, and turning his dive >into a roll that somehow manages to keep Tink from ever touching the >desert ground beyond or bearing any of his weight. > Mike winds up sitting on the ground, Tinkerbell in his lap, both >looking back at the X-window. Mike looked at Tink. > "I -did not- break it." (OOC: GM Fiat: Too much retconning necessary if Mike shows up before the events above. Besides, I want Roland out for a while. 8^) Cap-D blinks at the newcomers. "Friends of yours?" "Mike!" Morgan's pleasant surprise at her old friend's arrival quickly fades as she looks over Mike and Tink's visible cybernetics. "Great Goddess, what hap.... I don't want to know, do I?" she concludes in a quiet voice. ================================= Date: Wed, 17 Mar 1999 22:04:47 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 23:42:33 -0600 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006707 >On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 20:26:22 >Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006706 > (OOC: GM Fiat: Too much retconning necessary if Mike shows up >before the events above. Besides, I want Roland out for a while. 8^) > Cap-D blinks at the newcomers. "Friends of yours?" Mike blinks, "Nevermind, you're doing your impression of a lawn ornament." >"Mike!" Morgan's pleasant surprise at her old friend's arrival >quickly fades as she looks over Mike and Tink's visible cybernetics. >"Great Goddess, what hap.... I don't want to know, do I?" she >concludes in a quiet voice. Mike and Tink smile warmly and Mike says, "Hi, we're fine. Concentrate on yer hubby. Someone else want to bring me up to speed who can't help with Rockin' Roland here?" ================================= Date: Wed, 17 Mar 1999 22:35:29 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Thu, 18 Mar 1999 01:21:04 -0500 Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00006710 >>>On Wed, 17 Mar '99 "SkyeFire" Said >>> >>>He stares at his hands in profound shock. "Butter-FINGERS." It >>>sounds like a swear word. >> "Milky Way." John replies abesnt-mindedly. > >"Whatchamacallit" pops out of Roger's mouth, seemingly without >volition. He jerks and looks around. "Who said that?" "Mars Bar." quips the Ruby Fire Dragon hatchling. ================================= Date: Wed, 17 Mar 1999 22:35:34 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: Dropping in unannounced... On Thu, 18 Mar 1999 01:34:50 -0500 Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00006711 > On Wed, 17 Mar '99 Morgan and/or Roland Said > >>Mike Knight Said >>Shifting Tink into a better position, Mike takes off at a dead run >>for the portal, diving head first through it just as the X-window >>shatters, and turning his dive into a roll that somehow manages to >>keep Tink from ever touching the desert ground beyond or bearing any >>of his weight. >> Mike winds up sitting on the ground, Tinkerbell in his lap, both >>looking back at the X-window. Mike looked at Tink. >> "I -did not- break it." Dhyrclhanc takes a sidelong glance at the ex-Time Lord/Vorlon pawn, then, noticing the obvious cybernetics, does a double take. Extracting a long, dull grey 13"x3"x5" metal prism, he sends /^You know, Mike, if you and Tink want, I can upgrade those clunky function-over-form cybernetics, with some more, from an esthetic and engineering point of view, pleasing bio-mimetic bio-systems?^/ > Morgan /|\ > (/) Roland What Roland said... ================================= Date: Wed, 17 Mar 1999 23:05:26 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Thu, 18 Mar 1999 01:46:15 -0500 Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00006712 > On Wed, 17 Mar '99 Mike Knight Said > >>Morgan and/or Roland Said > >>"Mike!" Morgan's pleasant surprise at her old friend's arrival >>quickly fades as she looks over Mike and Tink's visible cybernetics. >>"Great Goddess, what hap.... I don't want to know, do I?" she >>concludes in a quiet voice. > > Mike and Tink smile warmly and Mike says, "Hi, we're fine. >Concentrate on yer hubby. Someone else want to bring me up to speed >who can't help with Rockin' Roland here?" Dhyrclhanc levitates himself into a lotus postition and then lowers himself back onto the ground. ooo^ Sis? When you can spare the time and the energy, assuming you've got a spell that can induce sleep in an individual, I could use your help. Both Shazam and I serve the Egyptian Gods of Light, I have a spell that allows me to entreaty the Heliopolitian Gods of Light for {Information/Aid and/or Assisitance} but I have to be asleep to use it. It only allows Communion in the Dreamtime. ^ooo ================================= Date: Thu, 18 Mar 1999 00:04:23 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: Dropping in unannounced... On Thu, 18 Mar 1999 01:58:23 -0600 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006713 >On Thu, 18 Mar 1999 01:34:50 -0500 >Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00006711 > >Dhyrclhanc takes a sidelong glance at the ex-Time Lord/Vorlon pawn, >then, noticing the obvious cybernetics, does a double take. >Extracting a long, dull grey 13"x3"x5" metal prism, he sends > >/^You know, Mike, if you and Tink want, I can upgrade those clunky >function-over-form cybernetics, with some more, from an esthetic and >engineering point of view, pleasing bio-mimetic bio-systems?^/ Mike replies, ^No thanks, we've grown rather attached to them.^ ================================= Date: Thu, 18 Mar 1999 03:20:12 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Thu, 18 Mar 1999 01:08:59 -0800 (PST) The Lone One Said As CAoL Message # 00006714 OOC: Ack... that's right, run off with the plot while I'm drowning in finals... (1.5 more days...1.5 more days...I can do this.) > On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 20:26:22 > Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006706 > > The curtain is, in fact, there, jutting out from an alcove in the >rock. The man (who looks amazingly like Frank Morgan) looks startled, >then panic-stricken, and turns desperately to an old-fashioned radio >microphone. "Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain! I am the >Great...and Powerful...wizard...Shazam," he trails off, looking >sheepish. Then a snow-white goatee appears on his chin, and he winks >at Zia. She is wearing a blue dress and bright red slippers, and has >a basket on her arm. (However, the dog within is Krypto rather than >Toto in a bizarre side effect, and unless you decide otherwise, Zia, >still looks like Dame Marvel complete with powers.) Morgan wears a >pink hoop-skirted frock, fairy wings on her back, a tall silver >crown, and a wand with a five-pointed star in her hand. Roland is >suddenly holding a woodsman's axe and is a bit rusty around the >joints. (OOC II: Folx, feel free to transform into your own Oz-ian. >8^) Raver looked down at herself, and frowned slightly, reaching up with a free hand to remove the little red bellhop hat from her head. "What in the...?" Her surprise radiated down the bond, tinged with slight disgust. [Um...I think you're a flying monkey.] Mandy's mental voice rippled with amusement. [From an old movie called 'The Wizard Of Oz'.] The deafening silence in response indicated that, yes, Raver failed to see the humor in wearing a bellhop hat and vest over her armor. >>back that way./ His tone turns wry. /After all, 'FORWARD MOMENTUM!' >>is our motto. Or is that 'FORWARD BLINDLY!'? I can never remember./ /Either will do,/ Raver commented as she dropped the hat and vest on a nearby rock. >"Mike!" Morgan's pleasant surprise at her old friend's arrival >quickly fades as she looks over Mike and Tink's visible cybernetics. >"Great Goddess, what hap.... I don't want to know, do I?" she >concludes in a quiet voice. Raver let the point of her sword drop to the ground, as she shifted part of her attention from Adam to the newcomers. "Michael. Tink." Her eyes sharpened as she took in the cybernetics, but she said nothing, choosing instead to wait for Morgan's answer. Us. /this/ indicates Link chatter [this] indicates Mandy/Raver convos ================================= Date: Thu, 18 Mar 1999 04:40:29 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: Dropping in unannounced... On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 23:33:56 PST Nemo Said As CAoL Message # 00006716 > On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 08:12:09 -0600 > Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006697 > > "Anyone seen the Army of Light recently?" > > As noted way back when, there's a Nemo "holding the fort" for just such situations. He'll give you a quick recap of everything up to the point the group left the bar, including why he isn't along. The group hasn't sent much in the way of updates since they left, so he can't help there (if anyone *wants* to have sent an update, do it now!). He *can* provide extensive background data on the prominent inhabitants of the world in question. Say equivalent to having all the relevant comics, plus the various reference works published. ================================= Date: Thu, 18 Mar 1999 16:06:35 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Thu, 18 Mar 1999 18:30:12 -0500 (EST) Shadow Said As CAoL Message # 00006717 >On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 20:26:22 >Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006706 > >>On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 07:48:31 -0500 >>Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00006696 >> >>>On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 00:15:30 -0500 (EST) >>>Shadow Said As CAoL Message # 00006691 > >>>/Wizard?/ John sends/asks in confusion, /When did we start looking >>>for a wizard?/ > > /He means Shazam, the wizard who gave him, and the Marvels, their >power,/ Roland explains. /He can't say the old coot's name without >turning into a pile of dust or something./ /Yeah, but last I checked it wasn't him we were looking for, was it?/ John sends back. OOC: John is genuinly confused, he's wondering if he missed something somewhere. ================================= Date: Thu, 18 Mar 1999 17:09:10 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: Dropping in unannounced... On Thu, 18 Mar 1999 19:37:44 EST SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006718 In a message dated 99-03-17 23:40:41 EST, you write: > And BTW, Mike wouldn't give a lockpick to a likely girl-crazy 14 year >old. ;) If you're good, you'll get a Swiss Army knife, though. :)> OOC: "Awwwww. But Uncle Miiiiiiiike..." > Without missing a beat, Mike changes the subject. Several times. > "A Borg Doe, eh? Interesting. I prefer Chardonney myself. Hello, >Moonstone, nice meeting you. Oh, Jim, it's technically 'Michael and >Tinkerbell Seven'. Knytt was an off-the-wall pseudonym. Hey, Big Guy, >can I bum a cigar? Nevermind, Tink says I can't have one. I see a >couple new faces, I assume at least one of them is Zia? So Roland, >what's up?" Roger's steps up, eyebrows cocked. "Hi, Uncle Mike. Have we met yet?" If the Sevens' Borg acoutrements mean anything to him, there's no sign. OOC: Mike, will that do? Amnesia seemed a bit of a stretch, but I can gaurantee he'll keep his mouth shut, and his reactions under shield. /OOC ================================= Date: Thu, 18 Mar 1999 17:09:14 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Thu, 18 Mar 1999 20:06:10 -0600 Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00006719 : SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006700 : Roger gently teases Zia: : @Ah...don't forget the difference between "true" and "correct," : Auntzie. And as for the truth curse -- well, the less I say, about : that, the better@ Then, wryly: @In fact, under the current : circumstances, the less I say, *period,* the better.@ @Oh, _that_ will never work. NEXT idea?@ The so-teased one replies, her own mental tongue firmly in her equally mental cheek. @As for the difference between true and correct, I remain unconvinced of the validity of this contention of yours.@ :> @I'll have to gather a longer baseline of data before I try to :> Intuit for you, if that is what you're teasing about. And it's :> obvious to me, there are things you do not know about me, even in :> the future. Most interesting.@ She smiles, knowing that teasing :> poor Roger's curiosity is simply the worst thing she could do to :> him, practically speaking. : : OOC: Yes, Zia is a cruel, cruel lady. The fact that Roger loves her : dearly probably says something about him. (:) /OOC Yep. She's corrupted the lad; NOT that he needed it with the rest of the CAoL around, either. : Roger's tone turns pretentiously cynical and world weary -- kind of : like some overbearing art students. @How much does anyone know : anyone else? Why hasn't this power of telepathy dissolved the walls : behind which we maintain our selfish illsions of individuality? And : why is it, after living in each other's minds off-and-on for nearly : 400 years, that I *still* can't grasp how you can *possibly* eat : *raw* tomatoes??@ : OOC: Even Zia couldn't get Roger to eat certain vegetables.... /OOC Dame Marvel frowns, @Confound it, Rogi, I asked you NOT to do that. Especially with those sorts of questions. Everyone knows anyone as much as they care to expend the effort to discover and verify. Telepathy hasn't dissolved individuality because it's not an illusion, it's a subjective cognate of the most mind and body systems.@ She manages to repress a wave of nausea on recalling a certain Starfish-resembling alien mind taking control of her own, wiping her own identity.... the memory trail chops off with a savage interruption signal from her Lens itself that allows her to regain her original train of thought. @As for tomatoes, it's because one you don't want to grasp how I could enjoy them because you're afraid truly grokking it would change you; a silly trait most humanoids share is fear of the unknown circumstance. Also, you've failed to realize they are fruits, not vegetables and that anyone who grew up during the Reign of Black Death would find them a completely unknown luxury gourmand food; much as ice cream to a modern child would be.@ : OOC: Oh, good. I rewrote that post three times trying to get it : right. As far as first impressions goes: who do you think taught him : how to make an entrance? (;) And Roger knows what he's full of -- : Zia played a large part in helping him gain that level of : self-awarness. Of course, that means he is incapable of taking : himself seriously.... /OOC Zia can take herself seriously. Sometimes for several minutes in a row, even. Of course, it never lasts very long. Wink. :> Dame Marvel sighs. "I KNEW I'd regret teaching you how to do :> mimicry. Even after the bit with the flowers. ESPECIALLY after the :> bit with the flowers..." : Roger rolls his eyes. "Again with the flowers! Oy, gevalt! Three : hundred fifty years plus change, and she *still* can't let it go! I : mean, it was only a couple of trash weed species, on one continent : -- I was able to fix the damage in a couple of decades...." "Damage, he calls it." The lady in black and silver snorts to herself. :> 'Zia lost an ancient mage, :> And didn't know where to find him, :> But when she twisted up Shadow luck, :> She found him so fast all had to duck.' : : Roger hits the deck, then looks up at Roland and Morgan staring down : at him. : "Uhh..sorry. Too many training sessions while Aunt Zia was : babysitting." He assays a rather weak I-meant-to-do-that smile. : "Umm...hand up?" She sniggers. "Good instincts are best instilled early in life." : Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006706 :>On Tue, 16 Mar 1999 00:32:29 -0600 :>Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00006678 :>Morgan and/or Roland Said :> As CAoL Message # 00006677 :> /@To prepare some dastardly trap involving imperiling the ladies. :>It's another cliche of the genre, so it's probable. I don't use :>ideas, but you know the Duck? He has luck, of all sorts in great :>measure. Then there are people who have 'dumb luck'. Then there are :>Amberites; I like to think of it as 'classy' luck.@/ She closes her :>eyes a moment, thinking hard. : : /And for you, it probably is,/ Roland replies with a wicked grin, : /but you seem to be the exception, from my admittedly limited : experience./ /I think.... I'll take that as a compliment. I believe it might have really been one./ Dame Marvel gives Roland a brief, but sincere, smile. : The curtain is, in fact, there, jutting out from an alcove in the : rock. The man (who looks amazingly like Frank Morgan) looks : startled, then panic-stricken, and turns desperately to an : old-fashioned radio microphone. : "Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain! I am the : Great...and Powerful...wizard...Shazam," he trails off, looking : sheepish. Then a snow-white goatee appears on his chin, and he winks : at Zia. She is wearing a blue dress and bright red slippers, and has : a basket on her arm. (However, the dog within is Krypto rather than : Toto in a bizarre side effect, and unless you decide otherwise, Zia, : still looks like Dame Marvel complete with powers.) Mike arrives in a shattering X-window. Roland gets stoned. Well, sorta. Dame Dorthy Marvel just shakes her head slowly at the wizard. "That is all right, sir. You've given me what I asked for, close enough for me to know how to achieve it." To everyone save Mike and Tink, /I think they'll discuss whatever happened IF, and when, they feel the need is evident. We can lend ears but only when the time is full./ Then she turns to offer Mike a black-skinned but strongly built arm (well, for lady) up from off the ground if he hasn't already stood up. "You were asking which one was I, Mike, although I believe you'd already reached the logical conclusion. Are we ready to find Shazam? We'll likely need to free him first. Whomever wants to stay with Morgan and Roland do so, the rest hang on to me. I understand tornadoes are rather violent." She clicks the Ruby Slipper's heels together thrice, "I wish to be in the place where I can free Shazam from." ================================= Date: Thu, 18 Mar 1999 18:35:33 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: Dropping in unannounced... On Thu, 18 Mar 1999 21:15:53 EST Dane0R0A Said As CAoL Message # 00006720 > Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006705 > >>On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 21:43:05 EST >>Dane Said As CAoL Message # 00006702 >> >>Aurora looks at Mike and Tink, then does some quick calculations. >>A moment later, she closes her eyes for a moment. As she does so a >>single tear rolls down her cheek. /*"I sorrow for your loss. >>Perhaps, after this current crisis is averted, we can convince The >>Stardragon to take you before That Which Creates so you can ask Him >>to return your loved ones. That Which Creates owes all the CAoL a >>debt of gratitude for the actions which allowed Him to repair the >>evil done to The Stardragon by the Great Adversary."*/ She says. >>/*"If you wish I can restore your missing organic body parts."*/ > > "What loss? These are fashion statements, just like Jim said. My >Geek Code even says I'd be first in line for a neural jack." Mike >replies, looking confused. > Mike simulcasts with a tight beam to Aurora, ^This is not the >time.^ (OOC: She would not expound on the situation beyond her initial espression of sympathy for you, feeling that it is your decision on what to share with those who don't already know. None of the Starspawn are above leaving unspoken messages hanging.) ^As you wish^ she returns with a contact so tight and lite that if the 'voice' hadn't been definately Aurora's, Mike would have thought that he had imagined it. ^Should you wish to seek justice on Voyd, I will support your decision with whatever force is necessary. Unless you want Voyd to die suddenly and VERY painfully, I would suggest you NOT let The Stardragon know what happened. It would find her and kill her in a heartbeat for what she did to any one of her victims. For what she did to Tinkerbell, it would tourture her for a very VERY long time.^ ================================= Date: Thu, 18 Mar 1999 20:05:44 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: Dropping in unannounced... On Thu, 18 Mar 1999 22:44:57 -0500 Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00006721 > On Thu, 18 Mar '99 Mike Knight Said >>Dhyrclhanc Said >> >>Dhyrclhanc takes a sidelong glance at the ex-Time Lord/Vorlon pawn, >>then, noticing the obvious cybernetics, does a double take. >>Extracting a long, dull grey 13"x3"x5" metal prism, he sends >> >>/^You know, Mike, if you and Tink want, I can upgrade those clunky >>function-over-form cybernetics, with some more, from an esthetic and >>engineering point of view, pleasing bio-mimetic bio-systems?^/ > > Mike replies, ^No thanks, we've grown rather attached to them.^ Mike recieves *^Well to {upgrade/replace} them you would not need to get "unattached" to them but I take your meaning and forgive your pun.^* Mike also receives the impression that the Lensdragon's tongue was firmly ensconced in his cheek for that one. At the same time, the immortal Ruby Fire Dragon hatchling puts back away his minature nanomagitech VonDainaken(sp?) machine. ================================= Date: Thu, 18 Mar 1999 22:06:56 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: Dropping in unannounced... On Fri, 19 Mar 1999 00:04:18 -0600 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006722 >On Thu, 18 Mar 1999 21:15:53 EST >Dane Said As CAoL Message # 00006720 > >(OOC: She would not expound on the situation beyond her initial >espression of sympathy for you, feeling that it is your decision on >what to share with those who don't already know. None of the >Starspawn are above leaving unspoken messages hanging.) >^As you wish^ she returns with a contact so tight and lite that if >the 'voice' hadn't been definately Aurora's, Mike would have thought >that he had imagined it. ^Should you wish to seek justice on Voyd, I >will support your decision with whatever force is necessary. Unless >you want Voyd to die suddenly and VERY painfully, I would suggest you >NOT let The Stardragon know what happened. It would find her and kill >her in a heartbeat for what she did to any one of her victims. For >what she did to Tinkerbell, it would tourture her for a very VERY >long time.^ Mike just replies, taking what has been said as a show of caring and support, ^Thank you.^ ================================= Date: Thu, 18 Mar 1999 22:07:00 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: Dropping in unannounced... On Fri, 19 Mar 1999 00:04:23 -0600 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006723 >On Thu, 18 Mar 1999 19:37:44 EST >SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006718 > > Roger's steps up, eyebrows cocked. "Hi, Uncle Mike. Have we met >yet?" If the Sevens' Borg acoutrements mean anything to him, there's >no sign. Mike and Tink blink. "No, we haven't met yet, not by at least nine months, judging by the familial implications and that I don't have a brother or sister. Our names you know, so what do I call you in case you should accidently walk out in front of a bus and I need to warn you?" >OOC: Mike, will that do? Amnesia seemed a bit of a stretch, but I can >gaurantee he'll keep his mouth shut, and his reactions under shield. >/OOC ================================= Date: Thu, 18 Mar 1999 22:07:04 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Fri, 19 Mar 1999 00:04:26 -0600 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006724 >On Thu, 18 Mar 1999 20:06:10 -0600 >Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00006719 >Mike arrives in a shattering X-window. >Roland gets stoned. Well, sorta. > Then she turns to offer Mike a black-skinned but strongly built >arm (well, for lady) up from off the ground if he hasn't already >stood up. "You were asking which one was I, Mike, although I believe >you'd already reached the logical conclusion. Are we ready to find >Shazam? We'll likely need to free him first. Whomever wants to stay >with Morgan and Roland do so, the rest hang on to me. I understand >tornadoes are rather violent." > She clicks the Ruby Slipper's heels together thrice, "I wish to >be in the place where I can free Shazam from." Mike will accept the arm up. The cool metal grip of his right arm on her forearm, combined with her own grip on his forearm would suggest the prosthetic limb runs at least to the elbow, though it is as silent as a natural arm. "With you, Zia, I would never presume to assume. So save the Wiz, who ought to be able to help us find Mary. Alright, I think I'm up to speed now. Grab on, folks, and no talking to little old ladies on hoover vaccum cleaners." Mike glances at Tink, then whines hysterically, "But I don't even -have- a little dog, Toto!" Tink giggles. ================================= Date: Thu, 18 Mar 1999 22:07:09 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: Dropping in unannounced... On Fri, 19 Mar 1999 00:04:31 -0600 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006725 >On Thu, 18 Mar 1999 22:44:57 -0500 >Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00006721 > >> On Thu, 18 Mar '99 Mike Knight Said >> >> Mike replies, ^No thanks, we've grown rather attached to them.^ > >Mike recieves *^Well to {upgrade/replace} them you would not need to >get "unattached" to them but I take your meaning and forgive your >pun.^* Mike also receives the impression that the Lensdragon's tongue >was firmly ensconced in his cheek for that one. ^Drat, could use the protein,^ Mike grins. ================================= Date: Thu, 18 Mar 1999 23:37:44 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Fri, 19 Mar 1999 02:04:07 -0500 (EST) Shadow Said As CAoL Message # 00006726 Knew there was a reason this wasn't coming back to me on the list, Sent it privatly... >On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 21:38:37 EST >SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006701 > >In a message dated 99-03-17 00:42:48 EST, you write: > >Roger misses the X-Window: > >>>He stares at his hands in profound shock. "Butter-FINGERS." It >>>sounds like a swear word. >> >> OOC: They look like such big, strong, hands. > >OOC: How'd you guess? OOC: I've only seen The Neverending Story about three times... >> "Milky Way." John replies abesnt-mindedly. > >"Whatchamacallit" pops out of Roger's mouth, seemingly without >volition. He jerks and looks around. "Who said that?" "Said what?" John replies. /Don't start./ Rhia sends to him. >> /No, It's SUBLETY AND DISCRETION./ John add dryly. > >A second Roger suddenly pops up by John and tries to take his pulse, >while a third sticks one of those newfangled child-friendly >thermometers in his ear. "Uncle John? Are you feeling well? Do you >know who I -- no, wait, scratch that. Do you know when -- er, where >-- oh, never mind, just tell me how many fingers I'm holding up!" "Twelve, of course." John says, taking the thermometer out of his ear. He looks at it, "35 minutes and 450 degrees, SSW. Looks like I'm almost done. Need a bit of basting first." John grabs a pail of water out of a subdimension and sticks his head in it just enough to get his hair and forehead wet. He whips his head out and back, and runs the rest of the overflow out of his hair with his free hand. "There." He upends the pail over his face, then wipes his eyes. The pail disappears. "Most refreshing." ================================= Date: Thu, 18 Mar 1999 23:37:50 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: Dropping in unannounced... On Fri, 19 Mar 1999 02:16:32 -0500 (EST) Shadow Said As CAoL Message # 00006727 >On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 22:30:55 -0600 >Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006705 > > Without missing a beat, Mike changes the subject. Several times. > "A Borg Doe, eh? Interesting. I prefer Chardonney myself. Hello, >Moonstone, nice meeting you. Oh, Jim, it's technically 'Michael and >Tinkerbell Seven'. Knytt was an off-the-wall pseudonym. Hey, Big Guy, >can I bum a cigar? Nevermind, Tink says I can't have one. I see a >couple new faces, I assume at least one of them is Zia? So Roland, >what's up?" John smiles at Mike, though his eyes are a little tight at the sight of the cyber-stuff, "Hey Mike, Tink, Good to see you. You picked the perfect time to show up, we're in between fights." /Not that I have any clue what we _are_ doing here, mind you./ ================================= Date: Fri, 19 Mar 1999 03:45:39 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: Dropping in unannounced... On Fri, 19 Mar 1999 05:39:36 -0600 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006728 >On Fri, 19 Mar 1999 02:16:32 -0500 (EST) >Shadow Said As CAoL Message # 00006727 > >John smiles at Mike, though his eyes are a little tight at the sight >of the cyber-stuff, "Hey Mike, Tink, Good to see you. You picked the >perfect time to show up, we're in between fights." /Not that I have >any clue what we _are_ doing here, mind you./ "Thanks," Mike replies, "Good to be here, wherever here is. Inbetween fights, eh? Well, that won't last long." Mike smirks, He adds, /Okay, let's find out what we're doing here./ ================================= Date: Fri, 19 Mar 1999 19:36:39 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Fri, 19 Mar 1999 18:58:31 Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006729 >On Thu, 18 Mar 1999 18:30:12 -0500 (EST) >Shadow Said As CAoL Message # 00006717 > >>On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 20:26:22 >>Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006706 >> >>>On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 07:48:31 -0500 >>>Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00006696 >>> >>>>On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 00:15:30 -0500 (EST) >>>>Shadow Said As CAoL Message # 00006691 >> >>>>/Wizard?/ John sends/asks in confusion, /When did we start looking >>>>for a wizard?/ >> >> /He means Shazam, the wizard who gave him, and the Marvels, their >>power,/ Roland explains. /He can't say the old coot's name without >>turning into a pile of dust or something./ > >/Yeah, but last I checked it wasn't him we were looking for, was it?/ >John sends back. Roland sighs (tm). (OOC: Obviously, this takes place before Roland gets stoned. 8^) /This is sort of an A to B to C deal. We beat the vilains, that frees Shazam, he points us in the right direction./ ================================= Date: Fri, 19 Mar 1999 21:36:07 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Sat, 20 Mar 1999 00:01:32 EST Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00006731 >On Wed, 17 Mar 1999 20:26:22 >Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006706 > > /Folx, this is going to...take a while...for me...to undo...oh, >nass...I'm...slowwiinngg...ddoowwnn....(poit)/ Roland fades out. The >spell is, indeed, taking a lot of power, and (the mages can tell) >simply removing him from the realm will restore him. But until the >CAoL leaves, Roland's stony stubbornness is even more stony than >usual. > >Morgan is still working on countering the effect, however, when >moments later... The mini-satellites Jim had flying all over each transform into the appearance of a tiny winged monkey. He runs a system diagnostic and find that despite the unusual appearances, all the systems seem to still be functioning. A couple of the monkey-satellites hover around Roland, scanning the stoned freelance immortal, while the others return to Moonstone's belt becoming small box-like packs again. "Moonstone. I'm not getting much useful data on the transformation of Roland. Your knowledge of magic is obviously superior to mine, do you have any ideas short of reconstruction of every single molocule of his body, which would be both time consuming and messy?" Meanwhile Jim does some re-configuring of his own. The Controller hadn't completely understood magic, but he had understood energy well enough to build a field generator that could disrupt some magical energies based on the original anti-magic field The Controller had had made for him by a Drow elf on Quaren. A No-prize for whoever can name the elf. hehehe A cylinder formed itself on Moonstone's left shoulderblade, and then slid up to sit on her soulder. A small eyepiece extended out from it showing a Heads Up Display with targetting crosshairs on it. Also there was writing scrolling along the bottom of the HUD. MOONSTONE, THIS IS AN ANTI-MAGIC CANNON WE HAVE DEVISED. IT SHOULD PROVE EFFECTIVE AGAINST SOME FORMS OF MAGIC. WE DO NOT KNOW IF IT WILL AFFECT BLACK ADAM OR NOT. THEREFORE I LEAVE THE FIRING COMMAND TO YOU AND YOUR GREATER EXPERTISE ON MAGIC. SIMPLY LINE THE CROSSHAIRS ON BLACK ADAM AND PRESS THE SMALL RED BUTTON THAT HAD FORMED ON THE BACK OF YOUR RIGHT GLOVE. JIM. OK, if she ires it, i'll leave it to the Meta-GMs what happens. The beam is ment to attempt to re-polarize the magical energies in and around Black Adam in an attempt to scramble his magic use. Whether Black Adam's energies can be affected thusly or whether it would even make adifference if they were re-polarized I leave up to you. ================================= Date: Fri, 19 Mar 1999 21:36:15 -0800 (PST) Subject: AAE V: Off to Save the Wizard On Fri, 19 Mar 1999 21:24:14 Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006732 >On Thu, 18 Mar 1999 01:46:15 -0500 >Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00006712 > >ooo^ Sis? When you can spare the time and the energy, assuming you've >got a spell that can induce sleep in an individual, I could use your >help. Both Shazam and I serve the Egyptian Gods of Light, I have a >spell that allows me to entreaty the Heliopolitian Gods of Light for >{Information/Aid and/or Assisitance} but I have to be asleep to use >it. It only allows Communion in the Dreamtime. ^ooo (OOC: Anyone care to tell me why an Egyptian sorceror invokes Greek and Roman gods and heroes-and a king of Israel-for his allies? 8^) ooo^I do not need much time or effort, Dhyrclhanc; my magick is more...fluid than that. Just say the word.^ooo (OOC-M: Assume that you can sleep when you want.) (OOC-R: But now isn't the best time, as...) >On Thu, 18 Mar 1999 20:06:10 -0600 >Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00006719 > >: From: L.J. Wolfe >: >: /And for you, it probably is,/ Roland replies with a wicked >: grin, /but you seem to be the exception, from my admittedly limited >: experience./ > > /I think.... I'll take that as a compliment. I believe it might >have really been one./ Dame Marvel gives Roland a brief, but sincere, >smile. /Um, as a matter of fact, it was,/ Roland replies, a bit thrown. /For you, at least./ >Mike arrives in a shattering X-window. >Roland gets stoned. Well, sorta. > > Dame Dorthy Marvel just shakes her head slowly at the wizard. >"That is all right, sir. You've given me what I asked for, close >enough for me to know how to achieve it." tMBtC looks a bit confused. "I have?" He rummages through his bag, his beard growing just a touch. "'S funny, I thought I hadn't gotten anything out yet..." > Then she turns to offer Mike a black-skinned but strongly built >arm (well, for lady) up from off the ground if he hasn't already >stood up. "You were asking which one was I, Mike, although I believe >you'd already reached the logical conclusion. Are we ready to find >Shazam? We'll likely need to free him first. Whomever wants to stay >with Morgan and Roland do so, the rest hang on to me. I understand >tornadoes are rather violent." > She clicks the Ruby Slipper's heels together thrice, "I wish to >be in the place where I can free Shazam from." "Eep! Dorothy, wait-!" tMBtC blurts. A HUGE tornado (if you've seen Twister, think the big one at the end) appears, as if from the ether, and descends on the CAoL. The whole lot of the team is lifted into the air, spinning at Tilt-A-Whirl times-ten speeds, and the world turns blue-green. Well whadayaknow, the thing really _did_ appear from the ether... Suddenly the spinning stops, and the CAoL is shot like a volley from a Tommy Gun at the mouth of the cave they'd seen earlier...and land, completely unharmed, on their feet in as close to exactly the same positions as the terrain allows...which is pretty darn close. "Holy moley!" Cap says, shaking his head clear. "I haven't been on a ride that wild since the Crisis!" "And you never will be AGAIN, you interloping red cheese!" an old woman's voice cackles. When folx look up, they see...an old woman with green facepaint, on a bizarre weird-science vacuum cleaner, and on either side of her, the local versions of Mary and Cap Jr! From the necks up, the younger Marvels struggle like crazy, but from the neck down, they wait like tigers poised for the strike. "That other Mary warned me you might be coming," Adam's voice intones from within the cave. "Said she couldn't find what she was looking for here, but that she'd help me get the old wizard's power if I killed you all with it. So...DIE, you fools!" And from out of the cave come three floating faces...one, a mask of fear, the next, a leer of desire, and the last, a sneer of cold superiority. "Let us see how you heroes face Terror, Sin, and Wickedness...the THREE FACES OF EVIL! HAHAHAHAHA..." (OOC: Okay, I don't know the exact details, but according to a website the Faces are spirits imprisoned in the Rock. Obviously, Adam's freed them. Unless one of the more informed fans in the audience informs the group otherwise, they're capable of empathically 'broadcasting' their particular brand of Evil, in the hopes of overwhelming and taking over a likely body. Mary and Junior are the usual juggernauts, with the added 'bonus' of being conscious of what they're bodies are doing. As for the old woman on the vacuum cleaner...there's an old biddy in CM's Rogues Gallery who hates the Marvel Family...except Uncle Dudley, who she's got a crush on. She doesn't look like much, but she's actually a criminal mastermind-and, IIRC, a scientist to rival Sivana. And if you painted her green-again, IIRC-she'd be a dead ringer for the Wicked Witch of the West. I couldn't resist...now if someone could just come up with her NAME!) ================================= Date: Sat, 20 Mar 1999 07:37:38 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: Off to Save the Wizard On Sat, 20 Mar 1999 10:11:45 EST Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00006733 >On Fri, 19 Mar 1999 21:24:14 >Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006732 > > "Eep! Dorothy, wait-!" tMBtC blurts. > A HUGE tornado (if you've seen Twister, think the big one at the >end) appears, as if from the ether, and descends on the CAoL. > The whole lot of the team is lifted into the air, spinning at >Tilt-A-Whirl times-ten speeds, and the world turns blue-green. A faint shimmering appears all around Moonstone as Jim activates the forceshielding. > And from out of the cave come three floating faces...one, a mask >of fear, the next, a leer of desire, and the last, a sneer of cold >superiority. > "Let us see how you heroes face Terror, Sin, and Wickedness...the >THREE FACES OF EVIL! HAHAHAHAHA..." Jim reconfigures himself a bit and one of hte packs on Moonstone's belt changes slightly, developing LEDs and circutry. "Moonstone, I'm not sure if the cannon can affect the Faces of Evil or not. I had just brought up a Psionic dampener, the design for which I found in a Correctional Institution on another supers reality. If their attack is Psionicly based you should be sheilded. Personaly suggestion is to try to free the marvels from their control. such an action would not only cut down on the opposition but bring some aid as well." While Jim is speaking, he brings the other defensive systems on-line and ready to fend off any attacks. ================================= Date: Sat, 20 Mar 1999 16:19:18 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: Off to Save the Wizard On Sat, 20 Mar 1999 17:41:00 -0600 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006734 >On Fri, 19 Mar 1999 21:24:14 >Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006732 > "Eep! Dorothy, wait-!" tMBtC blurts. Mike glances at the 'carpetbagger', "What's wrong?" Tink taps Mike on the shoulder, then directs his attention skyward. Mike looks up, "Oh, that..." > And from out of the cave come three floating faces...one, a mask >of fear, the next, a leer of desire, and the last, a sneer of cold >superiority. > "Let us see how you heroes face Terror, Sin, and Wickedness...the >THREE FACES OF EVIL! HAHAHAHAHA..." Mike looks around at the CAoL. /Uh, defensive positions, everyone. Ya know, I never realized just how much I relied on Roland for those split-second plans of action. Uhm, don't hurt the Marvel's, duh, I assume the other two we don't care about. Dunno what to do about Larry, Moe and Curly there... uhm, resist the power of the Dark Side?/ Mike looks at the Big, Red - er, make that Ruby - Cheese, :) "Any information would be appreciated." ================================= Date: Sat, 20 Mar 1999 16:19:28 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock.../Off to Save... On Sat, 20 Mar 1999 17:40:54 -0600 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006735 >On Sat, 20 Mar 1999 00:01:32 EST >Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00006731 > The mini-satellites Jim had flying all over each transform into the >appearance of a tiny winged monkey. He runs a system diagnostic and >find that despite the unusual appearances, all the systems seem to >still be functioning. > A couple of the monkey-satellites hover around Roland, scanning the >stoned freelance immortal, while the others return to Moonstone's >belt becoming small box-like packs again. > "Moonstone. I'm not getting much useful data on the transformation >of Roland. Your knowledge of magic is obviously superior to mine, do >you have any ideas short of reconstruction of every single molocule >of his body, which would be both time consuming and messy?" Moonstone frowns, "I'd need at my backpack, I might have something in one of Mom's spell books, I don't really know any transmutation spells off the top of my head. I'd need time to study what had been done in order to come up with a solution." > A cylinder formed itself on Moonstone's left shoulderblade, and then >slid up to sit on her soulder. A small eyepiece extended out from it >showing a Heads Up Display with targetting crosshairs on it. Also >there was writing scrolling along the bottom of the HUD. > MOONSTONE, THIS IS AN ANTI-MAGIC CANNON WE HAVE DEVISED. IT SHOULD >PROVE EFFECTIVE AGAINST SOME FORMS OF MAGIC. WE DO NOT KNOW IF IT >WILL AFFECT BLACK ADAM OR NOT. THEREFORE I LEAVE THE FIRING COMMAND >TO YOU AND YOUR GREATER EXPERTISE ON MAGIC. SIMPLY LINE THE >CROSSHAIRS ON BLACK ADAM AND PRESS THE SMALL RED BUTTON THAT HAD >FORMED ON THE BACK OF YOUR RIGHT GLOVE. JIM. Moonstone shrugs, "Worth a shot." >On Sat, 20 Mar 1999 10:11:45 EST >Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00006733 > >>On Fri, 19 Mar 1999 21:24:14 >>Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006732 > >> "Eep! Dorothy, wait-!" tMBtC blurts. >> A HUGE tornado (if you've seen Twister, think the big one at the >>end) appears, as if from the ether, and descends on the CAoL. >> The whole lot of the team is lifted into the air, spinning at >>Tilt-A-Whirl times-ten speeds, and the world turns blue-green. > > A faint shimmering appears all around Moonstone as Jim activates the >forceshielding. Moonstone simply says, "Eep!" >> "Let us see how you heroes face Terror, Sin, and Wickedness...the >>THREE FACES OF EVIL! HAHAHAHAHA..." > > Jim reconfigures himself a bit and one of hte packs on Moonstone's >belt changes slightly, developing LEDs and circutry. "Moonstone, I'm >not sure if the cannon can affect the Faces of Evil or not. I had >just brought up a Psionic dampener, the design for which I found in a >Correctional Institution on another supers reality. If their attack >is Psionicly based you should be sheilded. Personaly suggestion is to >try to free the marvels from their control. such an action would not >only cut down on the opposition but bring some aid as well." > While Jim is speaking, he brings the other defensive systems on-line >and ready to fend off any attacks. Moonstone nods, muttering, "Sounds like a good idea, though I really think you overestimate my abilities." However, she does know a few magical stunning spells, and is prepared to use them on the Marvels, hoping to garner enough time to actually study the enchantments around them. ================================= Date: Sat, 20 Mar 1999 16:19:37 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Rock of Eternity! On Sat, 20 Mar 1999 18:51:12 EST SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006737 In a message dated 99-03-18 20:13:02 EST, you write: >: @Ah...don't forget the difference between "true" and "correct," >: Auntzie. And as for the truth curse -- well, the less I say, about >: that, the better@ Then, wryly: @In fact, under the current >: circumstances, the less I say, *period,* the better.@ > > @Oh, _that_ will never work. NEXT idea?@ The so-teased one >replies, her own mental tongue firmly in her equally mental cheek. >@As for the difference between true and correct, I remain unconvinced >of the validity of this contention of yours.@ @You're right. I should just revert to my default motormouth mode.@ Roger seems as bland as vanilla pudding, but there's a persistent twitch at one side of his mouth. @As for "true" and "correct," it is possible to speak a subjective truth even if that truth is objectively correct. How many times have we had this argument now?@ >: Roger's tone turns pretentiously cynical and world weary -- kind of >: like some overbearing art students. @How much does anyone know >: anyone else? Why hasn't this power of telepathy dissolved the walls >: behind which we maintain our selfish illsions of individuality? And >: why is it, after living in each other's minds off-and-on for nearly >: 400 years, that I *still* can't grasp how you can *possibly* eat >: *raw* tomatoes??@ >: OOC: Even Zia couldn't get Roger to eat certain vegetables.... /OOC > > Dame Marvel frowns, @Confound it, Rogi, I asked you NOT to do >that. Wicked grin, suprisingly Zia-like. @I know.@ > @As for tomatoes, it's because one you don't want to grasp how I >could enjoy them because you're afraid truly grokking it would change >you; a silly trait most humanoids share is fear of the unknown >circumstance. Also, you've failed to realize they are fruits, not >vegetables and that anyone who grew up during the Reign of Black >Death would find them a completely unknown luxury gourmand food; >much as ice cream to a modern child would be.@ Roger just nods dutifully through this graduate dissertation unti Zia finishes before: @Yes Aunt Zia. I know, Aunt Zia. I was just kidding, Aunt Zia. Sorry about the Starros, Aunt Zia. I'm aware of the botanical provenance of tomatoes, Aunt Zia. You always told me that I need to be *more* afraid of the unkown, Aunt Zia. You used the Black Death Argument too many times when I was little, Aunt Zia. I love you, Aunt Zia.@ OOC: Not that that'll shut her up for more tha, ohh, 5 nanoseconds....(:) /OOC >: Roger rolls his eyes. "Again with the flowers! Oy, gevalt! Three >: hundred fifty years plus change, and she *still* can't let it go! I >: mean, it was only a couple of trash weed species, on one continent >: -- I was able to fix the damage in a couple of decades...." > > "Damage, he calls it." The lady in black and silver snorts to >herself. "The term *is* techinically accurate, as it carries no connotatin of scale," Roger notes absently. ================================= Date: Sat, 20 Mar 1999 16:19:42 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: Dropping in unannounced... On Sat, 20 Mar 1999 18:51:22 EST SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006738 In a message dated 99-03-18 20:12:57 EST, you write: > Roger's steps up, eyebrows cocked. "Hi, Uncle Mike. Have we met >yet?" If the Sevens' Borg acoutrements mean anything to him, there's >no sign. OOC: replying to my own post, yet! Like a dunce, I left out Roger's greeting to Tink, and I haven't picked up my email in almost 72hours....Suffice to say that Roger will be treating Tink like an adult and not a kid (unless she indicates otherwise), and his neglect to greet her along with Mike was my OOC oversight, not his IC. /OOC =================================