Action, Adventure, Excitement, Part 6f The Quantum Shield - Chapter 2 Subject: Re: AAE6f: Making inquiries Date: Thu, 19 Oct 2000 14:25:10 -0700 (PDT) On Thu, 19 Oct 2000 16:33:48 EDT SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00008845 >In a message dated 10/18/00 10:30:17 PM Eastern Daylight Time, >technomagetimelord writes: > >>The CoX reaches behind Roger's ear and holds up one of the local >>coins (taken from his pocket ). She flips it in the air with a >>grin. "So, we play for a while, while we figure out how we talk Her >>Maj into parting with her part of Fuzzy?" Roger, not to be outdone, promptly attempts to pull a *roll* of coins out from behind Rio's ear. Unfortunately, it gets stuck halfway, leaving him struggling with one end of the roll hanging out of a hole in the air while the others mosey on ahead... > "That's my best plan," Mike replies, "I have to assume Failsafe >sent us here for a good reason. Beyond that, I'm in the dark and >fishing in the sock drawer hoping I pull out a pair that match." Roger's struggle with his stuck coin roll suddenly end in a shower of coins as the roll suffers a catastrophic structural failure and disassociates energetically. As mobs of shrieking children dive for these sudden pennies from pocketspace, Roger shrugs, gives up on the whole thing as a bad job, and hastens to catch up with the others. >>OOC: It just occurred to me, that this group consists of two Time >>Lords, a Time Adept, and Roger. Time should not become a problem in >>this section :-). > > OOC: Heh, very true. "Well," Roger grins, "I suppose the first order of business is to get Tink together with the rollercoaster -- it's fate, after all. Then I suppose we can start looking for clues--" BANGBANGFLASH! OOC: The following vingette has been written without ANYONE's permission, and has been rated ES (Extremely Silly) by the RPRA......../OOC With a sudden burst of red&gold pyrotechnics, an American-style phone booth suddenly appears on the grass before them, trailing small static charges from a flimsy-looking collapsible antenna on top. Before Roger can even say "Look, it's Superman's dressing room," the booth's door pops open and out tumble four rather familiar figures. There's a hint of a much larger crowd still packed into the booth behind them. Roger-2 turns and calls back into the booth as the door closes. "Thanks, dudes! I'll look you up next time I'm in San Diemos -- we can jam some more!" The booth door closes on a cheery California-style "Party on, Dude!" With another surge of sparks and lightning, the phonebooth seems to drop into a hole in the ground and pull it in after. Tink-2, who looks to be in her early thirties, glares at Roger and speaks through clenched teeth. "That is the LAST time we detour through a party being thrown by some of your 'friends,'" she snaps, brushing ineffectually at some kind of stain on the side of her skirt. Roger-2 looks wounded. "Oh, c'mon, it wasn't THAT bad--" Tink-2 and Rio-2 (who looks to be about 7 years old and is clutching an oversized Cthulu plushie) silence him with a joint glare that could slice unobtanium. Mike-2 is still struggling with his 20-foot-long rainbow scarf and floppy hat. "Look, it'll be okay," Roger-2 insists desperately. "The entire paradigm-shifty thing will wear off in a couple of hours. I swear! All we have to do is..." His voice trails off in dread as he finally notices their audience. "...get OUT OF HEREREALLYREALLFAST! UncaMike!" Mike-2 finally gets the scarf free of his face, sees himself, blanches, and begins struggling to drag something out of on pocket of his long coat. "Rog-ERRRRRR..." "It's okay! I remember this." Roger-2 thinks hard for a moment, then nods sharply. Behind him, Mike-2 finally succeeds in pulling a small device from the voluminous folds of his coat, and triggers it. Behind Roger-2, a scintillating vortex opens in midair, and Mike-2 begins helping the ladies through it. Roger-2 looks at the 6F team solemnly. "Remember this," he says in a voice laden with Signifigance. "Walk on the left side. Watch out for the giant rats. And above all, for Light's sake *don't cross the streams!*" With that, he turns and jumps into the vortex, pausing only to assist Mike-2 with a scarf that seems to think it's an anaconda. With a bright flash, the vortex vanishes, leaving no trace of this surreal little experience. Roger finally breaks the long silence. "Right. I'll have to remember that. I just wish I knew if I was strining myself along or not...." OOC: This was a joke. This was ONLY a joke. If this had been a real scene for AAE, Mike and Morgan would undoubtedly be chasing me with Retcon Hammers right now. As it is, I can only blame the fact that "Bill&Ted's Excellent Adventure" was playing on the TV at my elbow while I was reading the "Roger, two Timelords, and a Time Adept" comment. I challenge *anyone* not to do something goofy after an experience like that... ================================= Subject: Re: AAE6f: Making inquiries Date: Thu, 19 Oct 2000 22:38:38 -0700 (PDT) On Fri, 20 Oct 2000 00:57:59 -0400 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00008846 >On Thu, 19 Oct 2000 16:33:48 EDT >SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00008845 > > With a sudden burst of red&gold pyrotechnics, an American-style >phone booth suddenly appears on the grass before them, trailing small >static charges from a flimsy-looking collapsible antenna on top. Michael blinks, "No way." Tink responds, "Way." > Roger-2 looks at the 6F team solemnly. "Remember this," he says in >a voice laden with Signifigance. "Walk on the left side. Watch out >for the giant rats. And above all, for Light's sake *don't cross the >streams!*" With that, he turns and jumps into the vortex, pausing >only to assist Mike-2 with a scarf that seems to think it's an >anaconda. With a bright flash, the vortex vanishes, leaving no trace >of this surreal little experience. > Roger finally breaks the long silence. "Right. I'll have to >remember that. I just wish I knew if I was strining myself along or >not...." Mike looks at Roger. "Well," he says finally, "That settles it, you are definitely from an alternate future." He smiles in a way that reminds one of a certain Shadow associate famous for asking "What do you want?" then adds, "I"ll make the arrangements immediately." Tink takes Mike's arm, "Hey, be nice, Grumpa, he's had a hard week, finding out he's a set of twins and all." She grins, still working on her evil look, but winks at Roger, not able to maintain it. "We're kidding." "Sure we are," Mike relents, "Now, let's get going." ================================= Subject: Re: AAE6f: Making inquiries Date: Thu, 19 Oct 2000 22:48:22 -0700 (PDT) On Thu, 19 Oct 2000 22:23:32 -0700 Roland X Said As CAoL Message # 00008848 >On Thu, 19 Oct 2000 16:33:48 EDT >SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00008845 > > OOC: The following vingette has been written without ANYONE's >permission, and has been rated ES (Extremely Silly) by the >RPRA......../OOC > With a sudden burst of red&gold pyrotechnics, an American-style >phone booth suddenly appears on the grass before them, trailing small >static charges from a flimsy-looking collapsible antenna on top. > Before Roger can even say "Look, it's Superman's dressing room," /I resemble that remark,/ Roland and Roland +400 send in unison. > Roger-2 turns and calls back into the booth as the door closes. >"Thanks, dudes! I'll look you up next time I'm in San Diemos -- we >can jam some more!" > The booth door closes on a cheery California-style "Party on, >Dude!" With another surge of sparks and lightning, the phonebooth >seems to drop into a hole in the ground and pull it in after. Roland groans. /No. Not them. Anyone but them. Doctor What. Plucky Duck. _Flint_ the _Time_ Detective. _Anyone_ but THEM!/ R+400, OTOH, just chuckles. /That answers _that_ question,/ he sends. /Try not to snarl more than three or four hyperthreads this time, okay son?/ > Roger-2 looks wounded. "Oh, c'mon, it wasn't THAT bad--" Tink-2 and >Rio-2 (who looks to be about 7 years old and is clutching an >oversized Cthulu plushie) silence him with a joint glare that could >slice unobtanium. Mike-2 is still struggling with his 20-foot-long >rainbow scarf and floppy hat. OOC-R: AAUGH! Pokethulu! Run away! Run away! OOC-R-II: I didn't make this up. There's a Pokethulu RPG coming in a couple of months. Just goes to show that there're people out there even sicker than us, huh? ;^) > Roger-2 looks at the 6F team solemnly. "Remember this," he says in >a voice laden with Signifigance. "Walk on the left side. Watch out >for the giant rats. And above all, for Light's sake *don't cross the >streams!*" With that, he turns and jumps into the vortex, pausing >only to assist Mike-2 with a scarf that seems to think it's an >anaconda. With a bright flash, the vortex vanishes, leaving no trace >of this surreal little experience. Across several temporal and spatial dimensions, R+400 frowns. /Ouch. Hyperknot. Nasty one, too. I'm getting a headache already./ Back on Earth-9, Roland just shakes his head. /You're _getting_ a headache. Nice to know I get better at this. Or at least _a_ me gets better at this./ There's a brief pause. /Someone give me a call if things get bad--something I can actually help with, that is. I'm outta here./ The link fades. > Roger finally breaks the long silence. "Right. I'll have to >remember that. I just wish I knew if I was strining myself along or >not...." R+400 starts to chuckle. /Heh. I love poetic justice...if things get really dicey, temporally, I'll have Wrinkle and Hourman 1M stop by to prevent an entropal event. Other than that, you're on your own. Oh, and Mike? Please don't kill him--the warranty expired three centuries ago./ Future-Roland sends a wink and fades from the link as well. > OOC: This was a joke. This was ONLY a joke. If this had been a real >scene for AAE, Mike and Morgan would undoubtedly be chasing me with >Retcon Hammers right now. As it is, I can only blame the fact that >"Bill&Ted's Excellent Adventure" was playing on the TV at my elbow >while I was reading the "Roger, two Timelords, and a Time Adept" >comment. I challenge *anyone* not to do something goofy after an >experience like that... OOC-R: I wouldn't take that challenge. Look, see, I did something silly, and I just caught the _contrail_ of this...er...event. ;^) ================================= Subject: AAE6f: Knocking on the Front Door Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 12:15:59 -0700 (PDT) On Fri, 27 Oct 2000 15:02:06 -0400 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00008910 After wandering about the park for a time, discussing plans for contacting the High King and getting the Quantum Shield, Mike stops and sighs. "I think we can all agree our problem simply falls down to how do we find her. I've been loathe to suggest it, because it's not an exact method, but I think I can broadcast a telepathic message far enough that we can guarentee reaching the High King if she's in this local interstellar region. At this point, I think it's our only option, but if there are any objections, feel free to speak up." Michael stands then, closing his eyes, and begins to send. The minilens on his wrist glows and seems to brighten to brilliant intensity, seemingly straining at it's bonds. Using what he knows of the High King and the Quantum Shield, he narrows the reception as best he can. *I seek the woman known as the High King, rightful owner of the Quantum Shield. My name is Michael Seven and I would restore a friend of mine to life with your Quantum Shield, if you would allow it.* *His name was Fuzzy. And to the best of my understanding before I came to the Matrix Cosm, he was a cat changeling techno-mage. Now I see he was far more.* *In the beginning, there were nine beings known as Fuzzy, who existed in nine universes. Through accident on his part and on others, Fuzzy became the relative "cause" of his universes' destructions. To save these universes, a being was created that held within him the ability to recreate these realms, when the time was right. This being was the Fuzzy I knew, and the one I seek to try and recreate.* *Fuzzy died while fighting the Great Adversary, who essentually is the summation of all that is evil in all the universes, presumably within and without the Matrix Cosm. When he died, the universes were reformed, and this was how the Matrix Cosm was formed.* *But, Fuzzy remained, after a fashion. He was split into nine parts which were formed into objects. By bringing these okjects together, we hope to restore our friend to the living.* *I must caution we do not know the ultimate result of this, nor that the objects can be returned once they have been brought together. If we can bring them back, we shall gladly.* *One of the objects we seek is the Quantum Shield. Will you permit it's use in this endeavor? Or may we at least be granted an audience to discuss the matter further?* Michael opened his eyes and let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Looking to his travelling companians, he smiled, "Now we cross our fingers and hope." ================================= Subject: Re: AAE6f: Knocking on the Front Door Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 12:45:09 -0700 (PDT) On Fri, 27 Oct 2000 12:26:12 -0700 Rio Said As CAoL Message # 00008911 >On Fri, 27 Oct 2000 15:02:06 -0400 >Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00008910 > > After wandering about the park for a time, discussing plans for >contacting the High King and getting the Quantum Shield, Mike stops >and sighs. > "I think we can all agree our problem simply falls down to how >do we find her. I've been loathe to suggest it, because it's not an >exact method, but I think I can broadcast a telepathic message far >enough that we can guarentee reaching the High King if she's in this >local interstellar region. At this point, I think it's our only >option, but if there are any objections, feel free to speak up." > fine-tune the message, Roger, Rio. This is just the story as best I >remember it.> Rio shrugs. "That's how _I_ understand it, at least. And while this looks like a fun place to play," she squeezes Roger's hand, "We _do_ have a job to do." > Michael stands then, closing his eyes, and begins to send. The >minilens on his wrist glows and seems to brighten to brilliant >intensity, seemingly straining at it's bonds. Using what he knows of >the High King and the Quantum Shield, he narrows the reception as >best he can. > *I seek the woman known as the High King, rightful owner of the >Quantum Shield. My name is Michael Seven and I would restore a friend >of mine to life with your Quantum Shield, if you would allow it.* > Michael opened his eyes and let out the breath he hadn't >realized he'd been holding. Looking to his travelling companians, he >smiled, "Now we cross our fingers and hope." "And in the meantime," Rio grins mischievously, "I suppose we can ride 'The Beast' again." > herself? We're anxious to get some action going. :)> ================================= Subject: Re: AAE6f: Knocking on the Front Door Date: Mon, 30 Oct 2000 20:18:15 -0800 (PST) On Mon, 30 Oct 2000 22:32:06 EST SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00008926 >In a message dated 10/27/00 2:45:28 PM Eastern Standard Time, >rio writes: Sorry I'm tardy. I got flipped over between two different field assignments with near-zero turnaround time, and while I was rushing to put my affairs in order (until the next set of bills come in, at least), my email reading fell by the wayside. >Rio shrugs. "That's how _I_ understand it, at least. And while this >looks like a fun place to play," she squeezes Roger's hand, "We _do_ >have a job to do." Roger considers the possible comedic value of letting his eyeballs bug out and roll around, but reluctantly decides that the situation calls for slightly more seriousness and settles for just squeezing Rio's hand back as he turns to Mike. "Sounds like a plan to me, UncaMike. You were always one of our best diplomats, anyway. Go to." >"And in the meantime," Rio grins mischievously, "I suppose we can >ride 'The Beast' again." baddest coaster in the park.> Roger rolls his eyes and shoots Tink a look of longsuffering affection. "We'll have to pry Sis off with a crowbar and duodec. But wottheheck. Besides, I'd like a second look at some of the features on that thing -- these people seem to have come up with some twists on 'coaster design I haven't seen before." ================================= Subject: Re: AAE6f: Knocking on the Front Door Date: Tue, 31 Oct 2000 01:09:12 -0800 (PST) On 10-31-2000 at 00:54:35 FailSafe Said As CAoL Message # 00008927 >On Mon, 30 Oct 2000 22:32:06 EST >SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00008926 > > Roger rolls his eyes and shoots Tink a look of longsuffering >affection. "We'll have to pry Sis off with a crowbar and duodec. But >wottheheck. Besides, I'd like a second look at some of the features >on that thing -- these people seem to have come up with some twists >on 'coaster design I haven't seen before." The Rising noise level Begins to be noticeably abnormal, In content if not actual Volume... ;) Half a Dozen FireFights are approaching from as many Directions... A Senior member of Park Security with a Squad in tow runs up. " I don't know what you thought you were doing, But my job is to get you out of here. This way please." He Starts off " What was to complete content off that message? Maybe the Complete Message can be used to defuse some of this mess, There are at least 15 different versions going around. Causing some Groups to Declare War on each other, or You, or Both. And I have Reports that the Disturbances are Spreading Rapidly." Another group people, Including some Security types, Open Fire on the group trying to escort you out of here... >>> >>herself? We're anxious to get some action going. :)> >> >> Park Security ================================= Subject: Re: AAE6f: Knocking on the Front Door Date: Tue, 31 Oct 2000 05:46:28 -0800 (PST) On Tue, 31 Oct 2000 08:17:11 -0500 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00008929 >On 10-31-2000 at 00:54:35 >FailSafe Said As CAoL Message # 00008927 > >>On Mon, 30 Oct 2000 22:32:06 EST >>SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00008926 >> >> Roger considers the possible comedic value of letting his eyeballs >>bug out and roll around, but reluctantly decides that the situation >>calls for slightly more seriousness and settles for just squeezing >>Rio's hand back as he turns to Mike. >> "Sounds like a plan to me, UncaMike. You were always one of our >>best diplomats, anyway. Go to." "There's a scary thought," Mike says with a smirk. >> Roger rolls his eyes and shoots Tink a look of longsuffering >>affection. "We'll have to pry Sis off with a crowbar and duodec. But >>wottheheck. Besides, I'd like a second look at some of the features >>on that thing -- these people seem to have come up with some twists >>on 'coaster design I haven't seen before." Tink nods in agreement, but becomes distracted by a growing ruckus... >The Rising noise level Begins to be noticeably abnormal, > In content if not actual Volume... ;) > Half a Dozen FireFights are approaching from as many Directions... > >A Senior member of Park Security with a Squad in tow runs up. > >" I don't know what you thought you were doing, > But my job is to get you out of here. > This way please." Mike blinks, then blushes. "Fair enough," he says, resignedly, having realised the furor he had been hearing was apparently the result of his message. >He Starts off > >" What was to complete content off that message? > Maybe the Complete Message can be used to defuse some of this mess, > There are at least 15 different versions going around. > Causing some Groups to Declare War on each other, or You, or Both. > And I have Reports that the Disturbances are Spreading Rapidly." Mike jogs after, saying "It was essentially a request to meet with one unknown person called the High King who owns the Quantum Shield. I thought that would exclude everyone but one lone individual. Which I assume was the source of the problem, more than one individual claiming ownership The complete message was..." Mike recites the message, then says, "But, it would seem there is some dispute over the doodad. I certainly wasn't -aiming- for this many people." >Another group people, > Including some Security types, > Open Fire on the group trying to escort you out of here... Mike adds, taking Tink and ducking for cover, "Nor to tick this many people off!" /We're open to suggestions, people!/ Tink sends. > Incidentally Mike Currently is At the Top of the List, > For This Year's 'What Did You Do Ray' Award, > Better get Busy Roger or you will run out of Time. :) > ================================= Subject: Re: AAE6f: Knocking on the Front Door Date: Tue, 31 Oct 2000 07:44:53 -0800 (PST) On Tue, 31 Oct 2000 09:40:47 EST SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00008930 >In a message dated 10/31/00 4:09:50 AM Eastern Standard Time, >FailSafe writes: > >The Rising noise level Begins to be noticeably abnormal, > In content if not actual Volume... ;) > Half a Dozen FireFights are approaching from as many Directions... Roger's head whips around. "What the HECK?!? This place was supposed to be peaceful -- where the heck did all this violence come from?" >A Senior member of Park Security with a Squad in tow runs up. >" I don't know what you thought you were doing, > But my job is to get you out of here. > This way please." Courtesy be damned -- Roger throws some discreet Standby Shields around the group, and rakes the Security detail with the strongest scan he can risk without seeming actively hostile. >He Starts off /I don't sense any hostile intent, though he *does* seem rather PO'd at us,/ Roger sends. /He seems to be focussed on restoring order before things get out of hand./ Roger pauses momentarily. /I'm not sure, but I think we just inadvertently broke some kind of standing ceasefire that normally keeps this place neutral ground./ >" What was to complete content off that message? > Maybe the Complete Message can be used to defuse some of this mess, > There are at least 15 different versions going around. > Causing some Groups to Declare War on each other, or You, or Both. > And I have Reports that the Disturbances are Spreading Rapidly." /Gahhh...I wonder if I can teep-trank the whole place./ Roger's GL Ring becomes slightly visible on his hand. /Or I can probably segregate the various factions with passive barriers. But I don't want to meddle in Security's job again until we have a better idea what's going on.../ >Another group people, > Including some Security types, > Open Fire on the group trying to escort you out of here... "/What the HELL have we touched off here? A civil war? DAMMIT! That's it, I'm putting a lid on this situation NOW!/" Lookin (very) uncharacteristically enraged, Roger redirects all firepower in the area straight up and goes airborne himself, leaving flexible shields of mixed TK and GL energy around the others. Starting with the immediate vicinity, he slaps GL barriers around every discernible group of combatants, isolating them from other combatants and innocent bystanders. Meanwhile, he begins dealing with the various beams and projectiles he sent into upward flight before -- energy shots decollimate and become random flashes of chaotic light, solid projectiles get teleported into jacketspace, into a special matter-conversion bin designed for such occaisions. Taking a deep breath, Roger begins expanding his actions across the whole park, while warming up his telepathy for a foghorn blast that'll probably leave any teep in the area with a migraine for a week... OOC: Or at least, that's what Roger *starts* *trying* to do. We'll see what the GM says about how far he gets... >>>> >>>herself? We're anxious to get some action going. :)> >>> >>> > > > Incidentally Mike Currently is At the Top of the List, > For This Year's 'What Did You Do Ray' Award, > Better get Busy Roger or you will run out of Time. :) > OOC-Roger: Me? ME?!? What did *I* do??!!?? Dammit, this ISN'T MY FAULT! Why is everyone looking at MEEEEEE??!!??!!?? ================================= Subject: Re: AAE6f: Knocking on the Front Door Date: Tue, 31 Oct 2000 14:18:32 -0800 (PST) On 10-31-2000 at 14:09:26 FailSafe Said As CAoL Message # 00008933 >On Tue, 31 Oct 2000 08:17:11 -0500 >Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00008929 > >>On 10-31-2000 at 00:54:35 >>FailSafe Said As CAoL Message # 00008927 >> >>" What was to complete content off that message? >> Maybe the Complete Message can be used to defuse some of this mess, >> There are at least 15 different versions going around. >> Causing some Groups to Declare War on each other, or You, or Both. >> And I have Reports that the Disturbances are Spreading Rapidly." > > Mike jogs after, saying "It was essentially a request to meet >with one unknown person called the High King who owns the Quantum >Shield. I thought that would exclude everyone but one lone >individual. Which I assume was the source of the problem, more than >one individual claiming ownership The complete message was..." > Mike recites the message, During the Recitation, The Security Captain turns and Stuns one of his Squad. >then says, "But, it would seem there is some dispute over the doodad. >I certainly wasn't -aiming- for this many people." "The Message Crossed multiple Reality Shear Zones, Each of Which would have distorted your Tuning in a different way... And, Yes nearly every religion, Asserts A Claim to one or more of the Primal Artifacts." Emphatically to Mike "I Stongly suggest that You, sir, Mask your mental Signature as best as you can." >>Another group people, >> Including some Security types, >> Open Fire on the group trying to escort you out of here... > > Mike adds, taking Tink and ducking for cover, "Nor to tick this >many people off!" > /We're open to suggestions, people!/ Tink sends. "As an Example of the Kind of Troubles you have released, The Kurl Race are Oviparous, and have a Life Span of 2000-3000 Years, In general The Eggs all hatch on one day once in a Millenium, They have Proof of Reincarnation, and Their Population increases are directly Related to, Unwanted Aspects of Individuals achieving Separate Incarnation. The Keystone is Featured in their Religion, As the Keeper of the Waiting Room. They will Believe that if you succeed, They will not be able to Reincarnate, So this normally Benign and Peaceful Race, Will want to Stop you at all Costs. On the Other Hand their Nihilistic Cults, Will aid you in any way they can." "Other See your goal as the Start of a New Holy Age, If they can Purge the Matrix of Evil Before you Succeed, They may try to slow you down, While they carry out their Jihad, but They will, in general, want you to succeed." "Luckily only active telepaths, With some connection to your message, Picked up anything. UnLuckily they are Spreading their interpretation, Of the Fragments they got." >On Tue, 31 Oct 2000 09:40:47 EST >SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00008930 > > Courtesy be damned -- Roger throws some discreet Standby Shields >around the group, and rakes the Security detail with the strongest >scan he can risk without seeming actively hostile. Various worries and Religious concerns, But Duty Foremost... >>" What was to complete content off that message? >> Maybe the Complete Message can be used to defuse some of this mess, >> There are at least 15 different versions going around. >> Causing some Groups to Declare War on each other, or You, or Both. >> And I have Reports that the Disturbances are Spreading Rapidly." One had Hostility Peaking when he was Stunned by the Captain. > /Gahhh...I wonder if I can teep-trank the whole place./ Roger's GL >Ring becomes slightly visible on his hand. /Or I can probably >segregate the various factions with passive barriers. But I don't >want to meddle in Security's job again until we have a better idea >what's going on.../ Call it 400-500 square miles of park area. > Taking a deep breath, Roger begins expanding his actions across the >whole park, while warming up his telepathy for a foghorn blast >that'll probably leave any teep in the area with a migraine for a >week... There are three or four Thousand Battles going on in the Park. In One of the Local Clusters, The Leader pulls out an Athame and cuts his hand, Using Blood Magic to try and cut through Roger's Containment Field, When that Fails he calls another over to him, The two seem to chant for a few moments, Then he kills himself in a liferite Sacrifice to Power a Blast, Which Shatters the Containment enroute to Roger... The Second one retrieves the Athame, and Leads the rest of the Group onward towards the Team. >> Incidentally Mike Currently is At the Top of the List, >> For This Year's 'What Did You Do Ray' Award, >> Better get Busy Roger or you will run out of Time. :) > > > OOC-Roger: Me? ME?!? What did *I* do??!!?? Dammit, this ISN'T MY >FAULT! Why is everyone looking at MEEEEEE??!!??!!?? OOC: Well if you want to just relax, and let Mike beat you out of the Award without a fight, That is up to You... ;) ================================= Subject: Re: AAE6f: Knocking on the Front Door Date: Tue, 31 Oct 2000 15:19:46 -0800 (PST) On Tue, 31 Oct 2000 14:30:42 -0800 Rio Said As CAoL Message # 00008934 >On 10-31-2000 at 14:09:26 >FailSafe Said As CAoL Message # 00008933 > >There are three or four Thousand Battles going on in the Park. > >In One of the Local Clusters, >The Leader pulls out an Athame and cuts his hand, >Using Blood Magic to try and cut through Roger's Containment Field, >When that Fails he calls another over to him, >The two seem to chant for a few moments, >Then he kills himself in a liferite Sacrifice to Power a Blast, >Which Shatters the Containment enroute to Roger... >The Second one retrieves the Athame, and >Leads the rest of the Group onward towards the Team. ================================= Subject: Re: AAE6f: Knocking on the Front Door Date: Wed, 1 Nov 2000 12:50:37 -0800 (PST) On Wed, 1 Nov 2000 15:04:48 -0500 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00008945 >On 10-31-2000 at 14:09:26 >FailSafe Said As CAoL Message # 00008933 > >"The Message Crossed multiple Reality Shear Zones, >Each of Which would have distorted your Tuning in a different way... > And, Yes nearly every religion, >Asserts A Claim to one or more of the Primal Artifacts." "Great..." Mike mutters, "And the one part that gets lost in all of them is the implication that a simple 'No." would have sufficed." >Emphatically to Mike >"I Stongly suggest that You, sir, > Mask your mental Signature as best as you can." "I'll see what I can do," Mike replies. >"As an Example of the Kind of Troubles you have released, >The Kurl Race are Oviparous, and have a Life Span of 2000-3000 Years, > In general The Eggs all hatch on one day once in a Millenium, >They have Proof of Reincarnation, and >Their Population increases are directly Related to, >Unwanted Aspects of Individuals achieving Separate Incarnation. >The Keystone is Featured in their Religion, >As the Keeper of the Waiting Room. > They will Believe that if you succeed, >They will not be able to Reincarnate, >So this normally Benign and Peaceful Race, >Will want to Stop you at all Costs. > On the Other Hand their Nihilistic Cults, >Will aid you in any way they can." Mike frowns at this information. >"Other See your goal as the Start of a New Holy Age, >If they can Purge the Matrix of Evil Before you Succeed, >They may try to slow you down, >While they carry out their Jihad, but >They will, in general, want you to succeed." At this news, Mike looks appalled. >"Luckily only active telepaths, >With some connection to your message, >Picked up anything. > UnLuckily they are Spreading their interpretation, >Of the Fragments they got." Mike sighs, "Wonderful." >There are three or four Thousand Battles going on in the Park. > >In One of the Local Clusters, >The Leader pulls out an Athame and cuts his hand, >Using Blood Magic to try and cut through Roger's Containment Field, >When that Fails he calls another over to him, >The two seem to chant for a few moments, >Then he kills himself in a liferite Sacrifice to Power a Blast, >Which Shatters the Containment enroute to Roger... >The Second one retrieves the Athame, and >Leads the rest of the Group onward towards the Team. Meanwhile, Tinkerbell and Michael are working on dampening his mental signature in the only way they can think of beyond surpressing himself entirely. Tinkerbell places a hand to Michael's temples, index finger resting on his cheek, thumb pressing to his jaw. "Our minds are joining," Tinkerbell says, barely audible, "My mind to your mind. My thoughts to your thoughts." Her eyes close, as do Mike's, then both open simultaniously. Across the lens-link, it looks as if the mental patterns are completely merged, like two complex single-wave signals were put together into a new, even more intricate single-wave signal. Tink asks their guide, "Is your goal simply getting us out of this park? Or do you have something more in mind?" It seems a fairly shrewd question from someone her age. Meanwhile, Mike calls up to Roger, "What do you see up there, cousin?" ================================= Subject: Re: AAE6f: Knocking on the Front Door Date: Wed, 1 Nov 2000 15:57:53 -0800 (PST) On 11-01-2000 at 15:56:16 FailSafe Said As CAoL Message # 00008947 >On Wed, 1 Nov 2000 15:04:48 -0500 >Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00008945 > > Tink asks their guide, "Is your goal simply getting us out of >this park? Or do you have something more in mind?" It seems a fairly >shrewd question from someone her age. "My Primary Responsibility at this time is to get you out of the Park, In the hopes that that will allow me to restore order here." He put up a hand to indicate that he is not done... "However That seems a Pretty futile hope at this time, Since the Disturbances are spreading across interstellar distances. And into some of the Local Pocket Realms... I think it would be best to spend a little more effort, And see to it that you have a reasonable chance to go to ground until The High King has the Time to get back to you, She is Currently Asserting her Attentions to Seeing that, The 'Forces of Order ' have better Odds." ================================= Subject: Re: AAE6f: Knocking on the Front Door Date: Fri, 3 Nov 2000 00:37:08 -0800 (PST) On Fri, 3 Nov 2000 00:09:15 EST SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00008951 >In a message dated 11/2/00 10:39:41 AM Eastern Standard Time, >SkyeFire writes (ed. note: posted to the Green Room): And now, by popular demand, answering my own email in order to continue this breathtaking narrative... (I think I fixed the spacing problem, too!) >>> I'm waiting for Roger to Describe how he Deals with, >> An Energy Blast this Powerful,[1] >> Before the Security Captain finishes, >> Getting you out of the immediate area...> > > OOC: Oy vey....I should'a >stayed in bed. > Okay, Rogi-boy, time to get creative. > "ME? You're the writer -- how are YOU going to get ME out of this >mess?" Well, let's see.... /OOC > > As the knife descends, Roger picks up the first forewarnings of a >Final Strike, but too late to prevent what happens, stretched as thin >as he currently is. His eyes close on an expression of silent agony >as the Leader's death shock adds to the ongoing string of deaths-- >combatant and bystander alike--happening throughout the park. > "Damn you for doing this to me. And damn me for doing this to >you..." Every Roger dupe besides the one above the Park vanish, as >Roger's eyes snap back open. They have become pools of pure black, as >dark as the void between the stars. And with a silent command, the >structure of spacetime around Roger turns to putty in his hands.... Around Roger, Time, as a concept, becomes extremely elastic. As the energy blast surges towards him, he dives into the gaps between seconds, working frantically to prepare. A wrinkle in space and a wink in time, and his jacket flutters to the ground near Rio, Mike, and Tink, unnocupied. But not empty. From inside its folds, a horde of machinery emerges, of hundred different types and technologies. Squads of Mobile Dolls armed with huge stun cannon and various nonlethal riot-control weapons. Dozens of "Superman" robots (Silver Age), all variously upgraded but still running the original ethics&intelligence protocols. Invisible clouds of weapon-hunting nanites, in literally thousands of different flavors. Medical droids straight out of Star Wars, and several hundred cyberntic animals designed to act as protection and companionship for children. A mass of mimetic polyalloy that splits up into a mob of globs which dribble away across the landscape at high speed, and a company of Soong-type androids with encyclopedic knowledge of aikido. All acting under one primary directive: stop the violence by any non-lethal means possible. Roger is still airborne above the park, clawing for altitude as the incoming energy blast creeps closer, with an overtake speed even his time-twisting can't entirely eliminate. At about five thousand meters, he turns to face the onrushing Final Strike, and steps off of Time's stage once again. Six of him return, just before the sun goes out. In its place, a pentagram of actinic white light takes up nearly one-third of the sky, each point anchored by a Roger, with the sixth in the center. And a Major Working begins. No one who knew Roger would ever say that Magick, Greater, Lesser, or otherwise was his forte. Indeed, he tended to approach the intricacies of Magick in the same manner with which Alexander faced Gordian Knot. But it was hard to have a Druid Priestess for a mother without picking up a *few* things. And it was downright impossible to have Morgan Greywolf for a mother and not inherit some talent for Life and Nature. The Final Strike, by its very nature, was simultaneously a power of Life and Death, imbued with the will of its progenitor, almost a live thing itself. Dealing with it effectively without catastrophic side effects would require more than Roger's normal talent for manipulating and converting energy. The Pentagram: At one point, a Roger in cyberpunk minstrel's garb, pouring the entirety of his small Bardic Gift into the amplifying depths of a Causality Harp, stroking notes from the strands of space and time, and ringing the crystal spheres in their orbits about the worlds. A song of mercy and compassion. Another point: A Green Lantern. A circular red, white, and blue shield. A sword radiating pure, unadulterated, elemental Truth. A transparent Lens refracting the light of the mind. A bastion of strength and justice. Another point: A priest/cleric/monk of no indentifiable faith. Three stones blazing with the light of Life and Creation. A rainbow bridging worlds. An undying flame. And the smoke of sacrifices freely made, without coercion or bitterness. A message of forgiveness and reconciliation. Another point: A Roger with one eye, bearing a raven upon each shoulder. In one hand, a book -- in the other, a pen. A tree which spans heaven Above, hell Below, and the earth Between. A snake consuming its own tail, and a bird which dies in flames to live again. The circle of Life, rolling along the chain of Memory. Another point: one wo/man, bearing an infinity of faces, but they are all the same. Hands bearing nothing, bearing weapons, bearing tools, bearing food, bearing medicine, bearing books, bearing light. Nakedness, uniforms, rags, finery, dirty, clean. Marching, walking, running, crawling. Building, destroying, saving, killing. Failing, succeeding, always trying. Ordinary Heroes, the spring from which all that is noble flows. And in the center: Roger Greywolf-Phoenix, a child/man, dancing the Dance of Creation and Destruction, the Dance of Time. Toying with the Engines of Creation in childlike inncocence, spreading chaos and confusion but never...quite...doing any real harm. Disaster dogs his steps, only to gift him the opportunity to again and again pluck victory from the jaws of defeat. The Japanese ideogram which simultaneously stands for both "Opportunity" and "Danger." The Final Strike surges towards the center of the pentagram with terrible, unstoppable power. The pentagram bows under the impact, bending, collapsing -- no! *Flowing,* like water around a bullet, powered by the temporary Archetypes of Incarnated Concepts. The Final Strike surges about like lighting chained in a Leyden Jar, finding nothing *to* strike, no target within reach. And then, the voices. How does one reason with something that is, for all practical intents and purposes, the incarnation of an individual's vengeance? How can a literally suicidal level of devotion, rage, and despair be soothed into nonviolence? Perhaps it is not always possible. But in this case, a Final Strike was given not for revenge, but for the sake of others, however misguided the original intent may have been. It was born not of hate, but of percieved necessity. Which means there is Hope... How Roger negotiated with the remnants of living will driving the Final Strike, during that short sliver of eternity, he would never be able (or perhaps merely willing) to explain in detail. But those who were present would remember questions, ringing in their ears: "Is this, then, *truly* what you desire? Or will you accept Risk, for the sake of Opportunity? Will you have Faith, in the hope of a better outcome? Will you accept losses among Your Own, that Some of All may have a chance to live? Will you relinquish the certainty of Now, for the possibility of the Future?" The reply was unintelligible to the ears of bystanders. But the pentagram winked out, and the sun reppeared. A strong sense of lassitude fell across most of the Park, and many of the combatants suddenly decided to go home rather than continue this pointlessness. And a single, comatose Roger tumbled limply from the sky towards Mike, Tink, and Rio... OOC: Hey, Rio, Catch! (:) ================================= Subject: Re: AAE6f: Knocking on the Front Door Date: Fri, 3 Nov 2000 09:01:32 -0800 (PST) On Fri, 03 Nov 2000 08:00:53 -0800 Rio Said As CAoL Message # 00008954 >On Fri, 3 Nov 2000 00:09:15 EST >SkyeFireSaid As CAoL Message # 00008951 > >>In a message dated 11/2/00 10:39:41 AM Eastern Standard Time, >>SkyeFire writes: >> >> "Damn you for doing this to me. And damn me for doing this to >>you..." Every Roger dupe besides the one above the Park vanish, as >>Roger's eyes snap back open. They have become pools of pure black, >>as dark as the void between the stars. And with a silent command, >>the structure of spacetime around Roger turns to putty in his >>hands.... "Woooah," whispers Rio, impressed. > Around Roger, Time, as a concept, becomes extremely elastic. As the >energy blast surges towards him, he dives into the gaps between >seconds, working frantically to prepare. A wrinkle in space and a >wink in time, and his jacket flutters to the ground near Rio, Mike, >and Tink, unnocupied. But not empty. Rio starts towards the jacket, but stops when.... > From inside its folds, a horde of machinery emerges, of hundred >different types and technologies. > The reply was unintelligible to the ears of bystanders. But the >pentagram winked out, and the sun reppeared. A strong sense of >lassitude fell across most of the Park, and many of the combatants >suddenly decided to go home rather than continue this pointlessness. > And a single, comatose Roger tumbled limply from the sky towards >Mike, Tink, and Rio... > > OOC: Hey, Rio, Catch! (:) Rio had stood, staring in awe, as the Rogers dealt with the blast. Now, seeing him falling, she acted. Time around Roger slowed, giving her time to create a large airbag of the type stunt men use underneath him. That done, she added a touch of entropy, so that even though he was unconscious he'd fall "right." She also kept the time effect on just enough that he wouldn't hit too hard for the bag's capacity. Aside from the bag "blossoming" from the ground, it would have been coincidental effects even on Earth 9. Here, she just hoped that either the local reality or so much having happened so fast would save her the backlash. Once Roger was down, Rio grabbed his jacket (assuming there aren't any more things coming out of it ;-), and crawled onto the bag. She sat next to him, carefully cradling his head in her lap, stroking his hair, and wishing she had his mother's healing ability. *"Rog? Roger?"* she said quietly, using what life skills she _did_ have to at least try to diagnose how badly he was injured. ================================= Subject: Re: AAE6f: Knocking on the Front Door Date: Fri, 3 Nov 2000 13:24:46 -0800 (PST) On 11-03-2000 at 13:22:57 FailSafe Said As CAoL Message # 00008958 >On Fri, 03 Nov 2000 08:00:53 -0800 >Rio Said As CAoL Message # 00008954 > >Rio had stood, staring in awe, as the Rogers dealt with the blast. >Now, seeing him falling, she acted. Time around Roger slowed, giving >her time to create a large airbag of the type stunt men use >underneath him. That done, she added a touch of entropy, so that even >though he was unconscious he'd fall "right." She also kept the time >effect on just enough that he wouldn't hit too hard for the bag's >capacity. Aside from the bag "blossoming" from the ground, it would >have been coincidental effects even on Earth 9. Here, she just hoped >that either the local reality or so much having happened so fast >would save her the backlash. As Rio Catches Roger, The Security Captain shakes himself... " Well, That is the First time I have Heard of anyone doing That... I would not have believed it if I hadn't Seen it with My Own Eyes." >Once Roger was down, Rio grabbed his jacket (assuming there aren't >any more things coming out of it ;-), and crawled onto the bag. She >sat next to him, carefully cradling his head in her lap, stroking his >hair, and wishing she had his mother's healing ability. *"Rog? >Roger?"* she said quietly, using what life skills she _did_ have to >at least try to diagnose how badly he was injured. [ And he even Survived it, I hope these People are on the Level, Especially since I don't know of anything that could stop them...] " Johanes, Get Fred onto a Stretcher and over to the Aid Station. Jeffries, Get out your Stretcher and when she will let you get Him" Gesture at Roger "Onto it we need to get moving as soon as we can, Just in case any more problems arrive..." They Nod, and Pull small pieces of Folded Dark Grey Cloth out of their pockets, As they are unfolded they are revealed to be Wheeled Stretchers, With Rigid Frames and 12" Wheels for Rough terrain... " If That effect is as potent as it would have been, If it had the Kurl's Original intent, That should have calmed most, or all, of this Planet, but It is not Our Job to depend on silly Assumptions, Right." > Jeffries Says "Miss, Please let us get him onto this Stretcher." Once Rio is willing to allow that... ;) The Security Captain leads the way down a side alley, Where potential observers are minimized, and Gets out a small device with a lens and keypad, Typing in a code, The Device projects an Ultra-Realistic Holo-Image, Of an open Door to some kind of Office, On a nearby wall... Gesturing to the Door "Right this way, We can Hope That worked well enough, That The High King will be able to see you soon." ================================= Subject: Re: AAE6f: Knocking on the Front Door Date: Sat, 4 Nov 2000 08:17:26 -0800 (PST) On Sat, 4 Nov 2000 11:03:07 EST SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00008962 >In a message dated 11/3/00 12:02:03 PM Eastern Standard Time, >rio writes: > >Rio had stood, staring in awe, as the Rogers dealt with the blast. >Now, seeing him falling, she acted. Time around Roger slowed, giving >her time to create a large airbag of the type stunt men use >underneath him. That done, she added a touch of entropy, so that even >though he was unconscious he'd fall "right." She also kept the time >effect on just enough that he wouldn't hit too hard for the bag's >capacity. Aside from the bag "blossoming" from the ground, it would >have been coincidental effects even on Earth 9. Here, she just hoped >that either the local reality or so much having happened so fast >would save her the backlash. OOC: Oddly enough, such backlash effects seem to mitigated around Roger. But Rio may be a bit too distracted to notice... >Once Roger was down, Rio grabbed his jacket (assuming there aren't >any more things coming out of it ;-), and crawled onto the bag. She >sat next to him, carefully cradling his head in her lap, stroking his >hair, and wishing she had his mother's healing ability. *"Rog? >Roger?"* she said quietly, using what life skills she _did_ have to >at least try to diagnose how badly he was injured. > > BEEEP! "Hello, this is Roger's brain. Roger isn't home right now, but if you want to leave a message..." Well, okay, *that* doesn't happen. But some deep section of Roger's subconscious sniffs at Rio suspiciously, recognizes her, and curls up again watchfully, like a big good-natured guard dog. Or wolf. Several sets of shielding obscuring his condition and vital signs open access channels for her. Oddly, Roger seems to be in almost perfect condition. His energy levels and halo are extremely drained, but structurally intact and rebuilding nicely. Aside from an apparent case of exhaustion, he seems completely fine. Meanwhile, the Mecha Brigade begins returning to jacketspace. Watching the 10-storey tall Mobile Dolls shrinking into Roger's bomber jacket is guaranteed to cause eyestrain, but the rest just flow. Although quite a few of the cute cyber-animals seem to have found themselves new homes with people they think need them (the little critters aren't sentient, but they're quite clever, and have some respectable empathic skills. Fortunately, they're also mass-production items...). ================================= Subject: Re: AAE6f: Knocking on the Front Door Date: Mon, 6 Nov 2000 13:48:37 -0800 (PST) On Mon, 6 Nov 2000 16:21:41 -0500 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00008965 >On Sat, 4 Nov 2000 11:03:07 EST >SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00008962 > > Oddly, Roger seems to be in almost perfect condition. His energy >levels and halo are extremely drained, but structurally intact and >rebuilding nicely. Aside from an apparent case of exhaustion, he >seems completely fine. > Meanwhile, the Mecha Brigade begins returning to jacketspace. >Watching the 10-storey tall Mobile Dolls shrinking into Roger's >bomber jacket is guaranteed to cause eyestrain, but the rest just >flow. Although quite a few of the cute cyber-animals seem to have >found themselves new homes with people they think need them (the >little critters aren't sentient, but they're quite clever, and have >some respectable empathic skills. Fortunately, they're also >mass-production items...). Once everything seems settled down, Rog's items returning to his jacket, Rog on the stretcher and Rio following, Tink collects Roger's jacket, dusting it off, and drapes it over him for lack of a better idea of what to do with it. She looks at Michael, who says, "Okay, let's give the forces of order some time to do their thing and lay low for a while." Michael puts his arm around Tinkerbell, who says to the head of Park Security, "And thank you for going above and beyond the call of duty," then smiles, adding, "Even if you may not see it that way." ================================= Subject: AAE6f: Walking through the king's door Date: Mon, 6 Nov 2000 14:45:59 -0800 (PST) On Mon, 06 Nov 2000 14:07:04 -0800 Rio Said As CAoL Message # 00008966 >On Sat, 4 Nov 2000 11:03:07 EST >SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00008962 > > Oddly, Roger seems to be in almost perfect condition. His energy >levels and halo are extremely drained, but structurally intact and >rebuilding nicely. Aside from an apparent case of exhaustion, he >seems completely fine. Rio looks at the park personnel. "He shouldn't need any medical care, just a chance to rest. But that," nodding toward the stretcher, "will sure make it easier to bring him along," she smiles winningly, and follows closely as load Roger onto the stretcher and move out. > Meanwhile, the Mecha Brigade begins returning to jacketspace. >Watching the 10-storey tall Mobile Dolls shrinking into Roger's >bomber jacket is guaranteed to cause eyestrain, but the rest just >flow. Although quite a few of the cute cyber-animals seem to have >found themselves new homes with people they think need them (the >little critters aren't sentient, but they're quite clever, and have >some respectable empathic skills. Fortunately, they're also >mass-production items...). OOC: Aaawwwwww. ;-) Then: >On Mon, 6 Nov 2000 16:21:41 -0500 >Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00008965 > > Once everything seems settled down, Rog's items returning to his >jacket, Rog on the stretcher and Rio following, Tink collects Roger's >jacket, dusting it off, and drapes it over him for lack of a better >idea of what to do with it. She looks at Michael, who says, "Okay, >let's give the forces of order some time to do their thing and lay >low for a while." > Michael puts his arm around Tinkerbell, who says to the head of >Park Security, "And thank you for going above and beyond the call of >duty," then smiles, adding, "Even if you may not see it that way." OOC: FTR, Rio took the jacket with her when she went to Roger's side. She figured there was a chance when he regained consciousness that he'd want something out of it :-). Let's say she draped it over Roger or hung onto it, depending on how Rog wants to play it. Picking up from an earlier post that happens now that we're all ready to move: >On 11-03-2000 at 13:22:57 >FailSafe Said As CAoL Message # 00008958 > >The Security Captain leads the way down a side alley, >Where potential observers are minimized, and >Gets out a small device with a lens and keypad, >Typing in a code, >The Device projects an Ultra-Realistic Holo-Image, >Of an open Door to some kind of Office, >On a nearby wall... > >Gesturing to the Door >"Right this way, > We can Hope That worked well enough, > That The High King will be able to see you soon." OOC: If I'm reading this wrong, the GM can correct me and we'll retcon as needed. Rio feels at the door, and the immediate future it represents. She then looks at Mike and Tink. "Feels safe. Shall we?" She stays with Roger as they enter the "office." ================================= Subject: AAE6f: Walking through the king's door Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 14:56:43 -0800 (PST) On 11-10-2000 at 14:48:31 FailSafe Said As CAoL Message # 00009002 >On Mon, 06 Nov 2000 14:07:04 -0800 >Rio Said As CAoL Message # 00008966 > >Rio looks at the park personnel. "He shouldn't need any medical care, >just a chance to rest. But that," nodding toward the stretcher, "will >sure make it easier to bring him along," she smiles winningly, and >follows closely as load Roger onto the stretcher and move out. "Thank you Miss." >OOC: FTR, Rio took the jacket with her when she went to Roger's side. >She figured there was a chance when he regained consciousness that >he'd want something out of it :-). Let's say she draped it over Roger >or hung onto it, depending on how Rog wants to play it. Mellow but Firm " Duty is about what Needs to be Done, To achieve the Goals for which an individual is Responsible, Just Exporting a Problem to someone elses jurisdiction, would not to my mind have Fully Discharged My Duty." >Rio feels at the door, and the immediate future it represents. She >then looks at Mike and Tink. "Feels safe. Shall we?" She stays with >Roger as they enter the "office." Captian Ironfounderson of Park Security ================================= Subject: Re:AAE6f: Walking through the king's door Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2000 10:44:47 -0800 (PST) On Thu, 16 Nov 2000 09:55:23 -0500 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00009022 >On 11-10-2000 at 14:48:31 >FailSafe Said As CAoL Message # 00009002 > >> On Mon, 06 Nov 2000 14:07:04 -0800 >> Rio Said As CAoL Message # 00008966 >> >>OOC: FTR, Rio took the jacket with her when she went to Roger's >>side. She figured there was a chance when he regained consciousness >>that he'd want something out of it :-). Let's say she draped it over >>Roger or hung onto it, depending on how Rog wants to play it. >Mellow but Firm >" Duty is about what Needs to be Done, > To achieve the Goals for which an individual is Responsible, > Just Exporting a Problem to someone elses jurisdiction, > would not to my mind have Fully Discharged My Duty." Tinkerbell nods in agreement, realizing somewhere in the back of her currently shared mind that this is a truism, even if the majority of people would just kick the travellers out and be done with it. "So it is," she says as she realises that, and, in some realities at least, what a rare trait it is as well. >>Rio feels at the door, and the immediate future it represents. She >>then looks at Mike and Tink. "Feels safe. Shall we?" She stays with >>Roger as they enter the "office." Mike nods, "Let's go." He enters first, checking the surroundings just in case, while Tinkerbel enters last, guarding their backs. ================================= Subject: Re:AAE6f: Walking through the king's door Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2000 00:11:13 -0800 (PST) On 11-18-2000 at 00:00:37 FailSafe Said As CAoL Message # 00009025 >On Thu, 16 Nov 2000 09:55:23 -0500 >Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00009022 > > Mike nods, "Let's go." He enters first, checking the >surroundings just in case, while Tinkerbel enters last, guarding >their backs. The Receptionist looks up from his desk "Welcome, The Alcove on the left wall {Gesture}, Is equipped to Encourage Fast Recover of Injuries, An AI will notice your Companion's Improving condition, Several thousand times per second, As long as he is in the Alcove, No Chemical or Energy Encouragements are Used. I will be with you in a moment." Turning Slightly to address the Door you entered through "Captain Ironfounderson, Please Bring your squad through as well." Captain Ironfounderson "Yes Sir." The Squad files in followed by Captain Ironfounderson Secretary "Take your Squad down the hall to the Crisis Management Office, They are expected, and will be given their new assignments there. Then You report to The Office of Imperial Oversight." Captain Ironfounderson "Yes Sir." And Off they go through another door, Which happens to be Dark Blue. Secretary Turning back to Mike "Can I offer any refreshments? The High King will see you as soon as She can, But it may be a awhile. Feel Free to Select any kind of Seating you would prefer, From one of the Closets with A Light Green Door." When one of you checks a Closet, If you know Exactly what you want, You find it, Otherwise You find something that may prompt your memory... When you have found something acceptable, Just roll it out of the Closet. ================================= Subject: Re:AAE6f: Walking through the king's door Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2000 13:15:46 -0800 (PST) On Sat, 18 Nov 2000 12:06:29 -0800 Rio Said As CAoL Message # 00009027 >On 11-18-2000 at 00:00:37 >FailSafe Said As CAoL Message # 00009025 > >When one of you checks a Closet, > If you know Exactly what you want, > You find it, Otherwise > You find something that may prompt your memory... > When you have found something acceptable, > Just roll it out of the Closet. Rio helps guide Roger's stretcher into the alcove, then moves closer to Mike and Tink as they explore the seating options. *Do you think between all us Time mages, we can speed this whole thing up?* She grabs a chair and sits, quietly humming the Jeopardy think music. (OOC: Waiting on politics, waiting on work possibilities, waiting on story lines.... November's half over, and I feel like my life has been on hold since Samhain .) ================================= Subject: Re:AAE6f: Walking through the king's door Date: Sun, 19 Nov 2000 01:48:58 -0800 (PST) On Sat, 18 Nov 2000 23:09:53 -0500 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00009028 >On Sat, 18 Nov 2000 12:06:29 -0800 >Rio Said As CAoL Message # 00009027 > >>On 11-18-2000 at 00:00:37 >>FailSafe Said As CAoL Message # 00009025 > >>The Receptionist looks up from his desk >>"Welcome, >> The Alcove on the left wall {Gesture}, >> Is equipped to Encourage Fast Recover of Injuries, >> An AI will notice your Companion's Improving condition, >> Several thousand times per second, >> As long as he is in the Alcove, >> No Chemical or Energy Encouragements are Used. >> I will be with you in a moment." Mike nods, "Thank you." >>Secretary Turning back to Mike >>"Can I offer any refreshments? >> The High King will see you as soon as She can, >> But it may be a awhile. >> Feel Free to Select any kind of Seating you would prefer, >> From one of the Closets with A Light Green Door." Mike nods again, "Again, thank you." >Rio helps guide Roger's stretcher into the alcove, then moves closer >to Mike and Tink as they explore the seating options. *Do you think >between all us Time mages, we can speed this whole thing up?* She >grabs a chair and sits, quietly humming the Jeopardy think music. Mike and Tink pull out a pair of lowback plush chairs, setting them down across from each other angled so they partly face the desk as well. The Time Lord and Time Lady sit down. Tink reachs out and touchs Mike's face again, going briefly back into the mindmeld, then each blinks slowly, then more rapidly. Tink drops her hand. Tink grins, a bit tired, but excited, "Wow, you've done a lot, Grumpa." Mike chuckles, "You'll do more, I'm sure." Looking to Rio, Mike adds, "I don't have a fast-forward button handy, and I never seem to hit play at the right spot anyway. And rewinding is rather messy when you're involved in the scene yourself. So, gotta do this the hard way, I guess." Looking more carefully at Rio, Mike looks thoughtful, "On the other hand, I don't know a thing about magic, unless you count a few lessons I picked up from a guy in the 1930s, I have no idea what you can do about our wait. Can you see how long it'll take and move us forward to then?" Tink grins, "His name wouldn't have been "Harry" would it?" Mike just winks. ================================= Subject: Re:AAE6f: The Waiting Room Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2000 05:14:47 -0800 (PST) On Mon, 27 Nov 2000 07:56:40 -0500 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00009037 >On Sat, 18 Nov 2000 23:09:53 -0500 >Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00009028 > > Looking more carefully at Rio, Mike looks thoughtful, "On the >other hand, I don't know a thing about magic, unless you count a few >lessons I picked up from a guy in the 1930s, I have no idea what you >can do about our wait. Can you see how long it'll take and move us >forward to then?" > Tink grins, "His name wouldn't have been "Harry" would it?" > Mike just winks. After sitting for a time, Mike looks toward the receptionist, "Any word from the High King?" Tink just twiddles her thumbs, occasionally muttering under her breath, "...hey Macarena..." ================================= Subject: Re: AAE6f: The Waiting Room Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 04:51:54 -0800 (PST) On Wed, 29 Nov 2000 07:06:32 EST SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00009042 >In a message dated 11/27/00 8:15:14 AM Eastern Standard Time, >technomagetimelord writes: > > After sitting for a time, Mike looks toward the receptionist, >"Any word from the High King?" > Tink just twiddles her thumbs, occasionally muttering under her >breath, "...hey Macarena..." Of course, poor Tink has no idea that, in one of the few layers of Roger's multifaceted mind that has achieved REM state, he is now undergoing a nightmare of Cthuluithic proportions involving lots of hairy men in Hooters(tm) outfits performing the "macarena" video. Vocals provided by RuPaul and Liberace. Detecting the dangerous stress levels being generated by this sliver of not-quite-comatose unconsciousness, his automatic defenses kick in and apply the cyberpsychic equivalent of a large sledgehammer. This allows the poor, battered primary ego to get back to pulling itself together... ================================= Subject: Re: AAE 6d: Finale Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 18:48:46 -0800 (PST) On 11-29-2000 at 18:42:05 Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00009044 >In a message dated 11/28/00 7:10:57 PM Pacific Standard Time, >hunter writes: > >> "You have a gift, sir," Eric says dryly, "for understatement." He >>tosses Scott the handle for the flask and heads for the door. >>"Castle. Portal for one--" >> "mew!" Mew objects, appearing in a pink *pop* next to Eric. >> Eric smiles. "--two, to wherever my sister is." A camera boom swings down from the Ceiling to focus on The Hunter. "In general it would be best to walk to the Entry Hall, Unless this is an Emergency?" "While you are Doing that, I will Acquire Rio's exact Coordinates, And Status..." Rio's Global Vibrates for a Few Seconds If she has read the Manual She Knows that, For the First 7 Seconds it will be using Passive Sensors, Unless she says one of the Keywords{1}, or Touches its outer case, It will then use Active Sensors to finish evaluating Rio's Situation, Unless it receives on of the Keywords, of Notices A Reason not to, It will then Beep, When Opened it will Display a Message, -------------------------------------------------------------------- Gateway to Your Location Requested By Eric Lancer for use by, Eric Lancer and Mew. +--------+ +--------+ | Accept | or | Reject | +--------+ +--------+ Use of Your Current Coordinates for This Gateway. -------------------------------------------------------------------- {1: Monitor = Keep Listening Assault = Send an Assault Team Retrieve= Get Me Out Of Here Data ? = Forward Data Search for ? results Quiet = Don't Bother Me Etc... Including personally configured Items.} Castle Systems ================================= Subject: Re: AAE6f: The Waiting Room Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 18:48:51 -0800 (PST) On 11-29-2000 at 18:42:05 Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00009045 >>In a message dated 11/27/00 8:15:14 AM Eastern Standard Time, >>technomagetimelord writes: >> >> After sitting for a time, Mike looks toward the receptionist, >>"Any word from the High King?" >> Tink just twiddles her thumbs, occasionally muttering under her >>breath, "...hey Macarena..." "Sorry Miss, There are still a number of Hotspots, That Require her Attention." The High King's Secretary ================================= Subject: Re: AAE 6d: Finale Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2000 15:22:18 -0800 (PST) On Thu, 30 Nov 2000 14:45:35 -0800 Rio Said As CAoL Message # 00009047 >On 11-29-2000 at 18:42:05 Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00009044 >Rio's Global Vibrates for a Few Seconds >If she has read the Manual She Knows that, >For the First 7 Seconds it will be using Passive Sensors, >Unless she says one of the Keywords{1}, or >Touches its outer case, Rio blinks at the vibration, then realizes what's happening and touches the case. >It will then use Active Sensors to finish evaluating Rio's Situation, >Unless it receives on of the Keywords, of Notices A Reason not to, >It will then Beep, > When Opened it will Display a Message, >-------------------------------------------------------------------- > Gateway to Your Location Requested By >Eric Lancer for use by, >Eric Lancer and Mew. > >+--------+ +--------+ >| Accept | or | Reject | >+--------+ +--------+ > >Use of Your Current Coordinates for This Gateway. "Um, excuse me?" Rio says to the secretary. Assuming she responds, Rio continues politely, "My brother would like to join our group here. Is it OK for him to 'port in?" Again, assuming the secretary doesn't have a problem, and/or that Rio is able to deal with any questions she may have on the matter, Rio gives the global an "accept" response. ================================= Subject: Re: AAE 6d: Finale Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2000 17:05:42 -0800 (PST) On 11-30-2000 at 17:00:37 Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00009048 >On Thu, 30 Nov 2000 14:45:35 -0800 >Rio Said As CAoL Message # 00009047 > >>On 11-29-2000 at 18:42:05 >>Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00009044 >> >Rio blinks at the vibration, then realizes what's happening and >touches the case. Since it was Touched within the Seven Second boundary, It does not Beep, nor Does it use Active Sensors, At least not until the Accept button is touched, Then Active Sensors will be employed for a Moment. >"Um, excuse me?" Rio says to the secretary. Assuming she responds, >Rio continues politely, "My brother would like to join our group >here. Is it OK for him to 'port in?" A Curious Glint in his eye he Responds, " It is Normally Discouraged, But by all means if he can do so, He will be welcome." >Again, assuming the secretary doesn't have a problem, and/or that Rio >is able to deal with any questions she may have on the matter, Rio >gives the global an "accept" response. Assuming that he goes to the Entry Hall... One of the Alcoves has a Tech Working on it, Installing a Coordinate Pad based on those in the Blue Horizon, The Tile in the Alcove has been changed, To Dark Grey with a Rainbow Siloette If you know it The Special Effect is much like, The Teleporter in "Blake's 7", Except that instead of a plain white outline, The Color Pattern indicates Dimensional Range... Moments Later, "I'm done here Sir, Your Global can transfer Absolute or Relative Coordinates, Directly to the Control System, And of course act as your Retrieval Beacon, I have it setup for your Requested Transfer now." Insert any Q&A session you want here... When activated a Outline forms on Eric and Mew, Then Expands out to a Circular Rainbow before vanishing At his Destination The Circle Forms and Contracts, Pulling in to the Outline of their Forms as they appear, Then winks out... The Secretary Looks impressed "Was that a Native Ability or a Technological Effect?" ================================= Subject: Re: AAE 6d: Finale Date: Sat, 2 Dec 2000 00:26:05 -0800 (PST) On Thu, 30 Nov 2000 12:07:19 -0800 Rio Said As CAoL Message # 00009049 >On 11-29-2000 at 18:42:05 >Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00009044 >Rio's Global Vibrates for a Few Seconds >If she has read the Manual She Knows that, >For the First 7 Seconds it will be using Passive Sensors, >Unless she says one of the Keywords{1}, or >Touches its outer case, Rio blinks at the vibration, then realizes what's happening and touches the case. >It will then use Active Sensors to finish evaluating Rio's Situation, >Unless it receives on of the Keywords, of Notices A Reason not to, >It will then Beep, > When Opened it will Display a Message, >-------------------------------------------------------------------- > Gateway to Your Location Requested By >Eric Lancer for use by, >Eric Lancer and Mew. > >+--------+ +--------+ >| Accept | or | Reject | >+--------+ +--------+ > >Use of Your Current Coordinates for This Gateway. "Um, excuse me?" Rio says to the secretary. Assuming she responds, Rio continues politely, "My brother would like to join our group here. Is it OK for him to 'port in?" Again, assuming the secretary doesn't have a problem, and/or that Rio is able to deal with any questions she may have on the matter, Rio gives the global an "accept" response. ================================= Subject: AAE 6F The Waiting (and Waiting) Room, and a trip down memory Date: Sat, 2 Dec 2000 01:13:25 -0800 (PST) On Sat, 2 Dec 2000 03:50:46 EST SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00009050 >In a message dated 11/30/00 4:11:52 PM Eastern Standard Time, >ljwolfe writes: > >>The High King will have time for you after Roger is Moving again... >>She has a few things she want to say to him... >> His Statement was that, that would be 20-30 Minutes, >> Your Interview should last until Captain Ironfounderson returns... > >Roooooooger, time to wake uuuuuuuuup. > >Those of us who've been trying to nudge things along didn't realize >that we Who, me? I gotta get off these 14hr rotating split shifts, my memory is going...going...errr, what were we talking about again? Oh, yeah. Anyway, here we go.... Adrift. From the sunless depths of an arctic sea, he floated towards consciousness, like a diver weighted for barely positive bouyancy. The occaisional stray current of thought or passing school of irridescent memory fish often stopped or even reversed his progress temporarily, but in the forces driving his ascent would not be denied. As he rose into the first glimmers of sunlight leaking through from the surface, the deep, sonorous songs sung by the wales of old memories gave way gradually to the quicker, flickering chitter of mid- and short-term recall. Here too were the lowest dangling stalactites from icebergs of reason that floated at the surface, and glittering schools of emotion and laughter darted among them, pursued through the narrow gaps by the long, lean, predatory forms of anger, passion, and desire. At this shallowing depth, the currents of thought pushed the 'bergs against each other in a grinding, crashing dance that wore down old edges and pushed them towards comformity even as it created new edges and conflicts, and calved new concepts from the old. The deep, tectonic rumble began to impinge, unwelcome, on his inner peace, and his eyes began to flutter behind closed lids even as he subconsciously began to navigate between the colliding masses. His nose was the first to break the surface, and there he stopped, eyes and mouth awash, as a last fleeting desire tugged at him to return to the quiet depths. But the crisp, bracing wind carried the scents of of things that the waters had concealed; duty, responsibility, companionship, cameraderie. His nostrils flared around a deep inhalation that increased his bouyancy and brought his head breaking through the surface. Turning from inward to outward, he opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. "Huh." His voice felt creaky, as if from long disuse. "An unfamiliar ceiling..." OOC: Okay, Roger's up! Party Hearty, all! OOC2: And yes, that's an NGE reference, for those who care. ================================= Subject: Re: AAE6f: The Waiting Room Date: Sat, 2 Dec 2000 12:31:30 -0800 (PST) On Fri, 1 Dec 2000 17:20:52 -0500 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00009051 >On 11-29-2000 at 18:42:05 >Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00009045 > >>On Wed, 29 Nov 2000 07:06:32 EST >>SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00009042 >> >>>In a message dated 11/27/00 8:15:14 AM Eastern Standard Time, >>>technomagetimelord writes: >>> >>> After sitting for a time, Mike looks toward the receptionist, >>>"Any word from the High King?" >>> Tink just twiddles her thumbs, occasionally muttering under >>>her breath, "...hey Macarena..." > >"Sorry Miss, > There are still a number of Hotspots, > That Require her Attention." Mike nods. Tink smiles, "S'okay." She digs out a small datapad and a pair of earphones. "I thought we agreed no technology," Mike says. Tink looks sheepish, "I was gonna, but..." Mike nodded, rolling up a sleeve, revealing a small technobracelet, "Right, sooner cut off an arm, I know." Tink giggles. "Anyway, it's just got music on it, and a link back to the _Love's_Labor_ computer, just in case we got in trouble." Mike chuckles, "Same link here, basically. Plus transporter access to the cargo hold. Again, in case of emergency, and a tricorder function." Mike mentally shows Tink the schematic privately. Tink ahs, "So it's a dummy terminal, like this one, just sends input home and displays output it receives from home, no computer inside." "Seemed safest that way." Mike says, then grins at the room at large, "Technology addicts, us two." >> Of course, poor Tink has no idea that, in one of the few layers of >>Roger's multifaceted mind that has achieved REM state, he is now >>undergoing a nightmare of Cthuluithic proportions involving lots of >>hairy men in Hooters(tm) outfits performing the "macarena" video. >>Vocals provided by RuPaul and Liberace. >> Detecting the dangerous stress levels being generated by this >>sliver of not-quite-comatose unconsciousness, his automatic defenses >>kick in and apply the cyberpsychic equivalent of a large >>sledgehammer. This allows the poor, battered primary ego to get back >>to pulling itself together... Tink settles back with her earphones, soon singing quietly along with Len's cover of "Kid's in America" and doing a good job with the female vocals. A trait Roger may remember, something involving a stage, an eighteen Tinkerbell with short hair in black tanktop, jeans and Nikes, and a fourty-five Mike, with beard and ponytail and in a grey suit with blue dress shirt and metal electric guitar tie and darker grey trenchcoat with a dark red guitar slung across his back, having just gotten back from somewhere. Something to do with a pet project, making sure civilization didn't collapse so the San Something primary school was open for ... someone familiar... and the Two Great Ones not starting their band. But most of it's muddled. Kind of like the audience and backup band being all indistinct. What is clear is Tink'll sing this song again. And Mike giving Roger a signed CD with a couple guys doing air guitar on the holographic lenticular cover. ================================= Subject: AAE 6f: Comes a Hunter (again) Date: Sat, 2 Dec 2000 14:14:23 -0800 (PST) On Sat, 02 Dec 2000 13:39:14 -0800 The Hunter Said As CAoL Message # 00009053 >On 11-30-2000 at 17:00:37 >Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00009048 >Assuming that he goes to the Entry Hall... >One of the Alcoves has a Tech Working on it, >Installing a Coordinate Pad based on those in the Blue Horizon, >The Tile in the Alcove has been changed, > To Dark Grey with a Rainbow Siloette > If you know it The Special Effect is much like, > The Teleporter in "Blake's 7", > Except that instead of a plain white outline, > The Color Pattern indicates Dimensional Range... Mew whistles. "Nice toy," Eric comments. >Moments Later, >"I'm done here Sir, > Your Global can transfer Absolute or Relative Coordinates, > Directly to the Control System, > And of course act as your Retrieval Beacon, > I have it setup for your Requested Transfer now." Eric nods. "Thank you." ^Impressive system.^ ^Superior craftsmanship,^ Mew responds. ^Its creator is a perfectionist, I think. I look forward to meeting this "Fuzzy." I think he's nice.^ Eric rolls his eyes. ^You think _everyone's_ nice. Even the ones that are trying to kill you.^ ^Sentients are basically good,^ Mew responds, a bit defensively. ^They just...forget that, sometimes.^ ^A lot of the time,^ Eric replies dryly. ^Are we going or not?^ Eric chuckles, gives Mew a scritch between her ears (getting a contented purr in response), and steps onto the platform. >When activated a Outline forms on Eric and Mew, >Then Expands out to a Circular Rainbow before vanishing >At his Destination The Circle Forms and Contracts, >Pulling in to the Outline of their Forms as they appear, >Then winks out... "Mew." =Pretty.= Eric looks around. "Waiting room," he says, stating the obvious. >The Secretary Looks impressed >"Was that a Native Ability or a Technological Effect?" "Technological. Teleportation is something a bit out of my area of expertise," Eric comments (at his usual level of dryness). And then... >On Sat, 2 Dec 2000 03:50:46 EST >SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00009050 > His nose was the first to break the surface, and there he >stopped, eyes and mouth awash, as a last fleeting desire tugged at >him to return to the quiet depths. But the crisp, bracing wind >carried the scents of of things that the waters had concealed; duty, >responsibility, companionship, cameraderie. His nostrils flared >around a deep inhalation that increased his bouyancy and brought his >head breaking through the surface. Turning from inward to outward, he >opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. > "Huh." His voice felt creaky, as if from long disuse. "An >unfamiliar ceiling..." And the _next_ thing he sees is a familiar face, filling his field of vision. "What happened to him?" an Eric who's been through a serious wringer says evenly, leaning over Roger as he looks at him with a professional expression. This should worry Roger, given Eric's profession... > OOC: Okay, Roger's up! Party Hearty, all! OOC-Eric: "The parties I go to tend to be...rowdy." ;^) > OOC2: And yes, that's an NGE reference, for those who care. OOC2 reply: Huh? What's NGE? ================================= Subject: AAE 6f: Comes a Hunter (again) Date: Sat, 2 Dec 2000 22:09:54 -0800 (PST) On 12-02-2000 at 21:55:41 FailSafe Said As CAoL Message # 00009054 >On Sat, 02 Dec 2000 13:39:14 -0800 >The Hunter Said As CAoL Message # 00009053 > >>On 11-30-2000 at 17:00:37 >>Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00009048 > > Mew whistles. > "Nice toy," Eric comments. "Thank You sir." >>Moments Later, >>"I'm done here Sir, >> Your Global can transfer Absolute or Relative Coordinates, >> Directly to the Control System, >> And of course act as your Retrieval Beacon, >> I have it setup for your Requested Transfer now." > > Eric nods. "Thank you." ^Impressive system.^ > ^Superior craftsmanship,^ Mew responds. ^Its creator is a >perfectionist, I think. I look forward to meeting this "Fuzzy." I >think he's nice.^ "You are most welcome sir, We endeavor to meet all possible requirements, The defenses against forms of Transport used at your Destination, Would have blocked Most of our available Methods, Including the others that can be used without a Matched Receiver." >>The Secretary Looks impressed >>"Was that a Native Ability or a Technological Effect?" > > "Technological. Teleportation is something a bit out of my area of >expertise," Eric comments (at his usual level of dryness). The Secretary Looks just a touch troubled "Is that Technology in Common Use?" >And then... >>On Sat, 2 Dec 2000 03:50:46 EST >>SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00009050 >> >> "Huh." His voice felt creaky, as if from long disuse. "An >>unfamiliar ceiling..." > > And the _next_ thing he sees is a familiar face, filling his field >of vision. "What happened to him?" an Eric who's been through a >serious wringer says evenly, leaning over Roger as he looks at him >with a professional expression. > This should worry Roger, given Eric's profession... A few minutes later, ie time for any catching up you want to do. ;) The Secretary's desk Beeps He looks at the Terminal "If you are ready The High King will See you now." He touches a Button that opens a Door in the Adjacent wall, The Office visible through the door is almost, Overflowing with Communications and Monitoring equipment... ================================= Subject: Re: AAE 6f: Comes a Hunter (again) Date: Sun, 3 Dec 2000 02:46:37 -0800 (PST) On Sun, 3 Dec 2000 05:15:43 EST SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00009056 >In a message dated 12/3/00 1:10:29 AM Eastern Standard Time, >FailSafe writes: > >A few minutes later, >ie time for any catching up you want to do. ;) > >The Secretary's desk Beeps >He looks at the Terminal > >"If you are ready The High King will See you now." "Well," Roger says, levering himself onto his feet, "time to dress up." With a shimmer that, to those with the right senses, is almost purely a technological effect with almost no assistance from his natural TK, Roger's usual outift morphs into a more formal version of its usual self. The black denim pants turn to raw silk, shot through with glossy mettalic or crystal threads that add a sutble glint in the right light. The t-shirt grows buttons, a collar, and a white tie. And the bomber jacket becomes a fine, tooled-leather blazer[1] while growing a cape from the shoulders. As his movements make glimpses of it visible, the inner liner of the cape looks more like a window into a starless void than anything else (think Quasar's capes, for those Marvel fans among you). "Well, I'm ready. Shall we go?" >He touches a Button that opens a Door in the Adjacent wall, >The Office visible through the door is almost, [1] My dad had a lovely leather blazer, years ago, good enough to wear to anything less formal than a wedding. I loved that jacket... But I shudder at the thought of trying to find one today, in my size. ================================= Subject: Re: AAE 6f: Comes a Hunter (again) Date: Sun, 3 Dec 2000 02:46:45 -0800 (PST) On Sun, 3 Dec 2000 05:15:41 EST SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00009057 >In a message dated 12/2/00 5:14:56 PM Eastern Standard Time, >hunter writes: > >> "Huh." His voice felt creaky, as if from long disuse. "An >>unfamiliar ceiling..." > > And the _next_ thing he sees is a familiar face, filling his field >of vision. "What happened to him?" an Eric who's been through a >serious wringer says evenly, leaning over Roger as he looks at him >with a professional expression. > This should worry Roger, given Eric's profession... Right now, Roger's too tired to be worried. Besides, Eric is in the "assumed friend until proven otherwise" column in his mental checklist. "You look the way I feel," Roger enunciates carefully. "Only less beat." He groans his way to what some might charitably call a vertical position. "Well," he adds, glancing about, "I take it, since we're all still here, that things went well after I checked dropped out?" >> OOC: Okay, Roger's up! Party Hearty, all! > > OOC-Eric: "The parties I go to tend to be...rowdy." ;^) "Only because you only go to parties where there are people who either are on your hit list, or have you on theirs. I keep telling you, you need to come to one of MY parties. Yeah, sure, someone'll probably try to kill you, but it won't be personal -- just coincidental." >> OOC2: And yes, that's an NGE reference, for those who care. > > OOC2 reply: Huh? What's NGE? For shame! Neon Genesis Evangelion, of course! Have you had your otaku-license renewed recently? (Yeah, like *I* should talk, being an otakus minoris at best...) ================================= Subject: AAE 6f: In the King's Court Date: Mon, 4 Dec 2000 22:43:51 -0800 (PST) On Mon, 4 Dec 2000 23:40:46 -0500 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00009058 >On Sun, 3 Dec 2000 05:15:43 EST >SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00009056 > >>In a message dated 12/3/00 1:10:29 AM Eastern Standard Time, >>FailSafe writes: >> >>A few minutes later, Mike smirks at Roger, "Welcome back to the land of the living, sleepy head. And welcome aboard, Hunter, I believe it is?" Tink grins, "Hope you don't need coffee to jumpstart your systems, Roger, we're fresh out." >>The Secretary's desk Beeps >>He looks at the Terminal >> >>"If you are ready The High King will See you now." "Excellent, thank you." Mike replies, pulling down his sleeve. Tink tucks away her datapad and earphones. > "Well," Roger says, levering himself onto his feet, "time to >dress up." With a shimmer that, to those with the right senses, is >almost purely a technological effect with almost no assistance from >his natural TK, Roger's usual outift morphs into a more formal >version of its usual self. > The black denim pants turn to raw silk, shot through with glossy >mettalic or crystal threads that add a sutble glint in the right >light. The t-shirt grows buttons, a collar, and a white tie. And the >bomber jacket becomes a fine, tooled-leather blazer[1] while growing >a cape from the shoulders. As his movements make glimpses of it >visible, the inner liner of the cape looks more like a window into a >starless void than anything else (think Quasar's capes, for those >Marvel fans among you). > "Well, I'm ready. Shall we go?" Mike nods, "Absolutely." Putting action to words, Mike passes through the indicated open doorway, followed by Tinkerbell. Tink says, agog at the impressive technological display before her, "I think we may have found a kindred spirit, Grumpa." Mike nods, "Indeed, one to whom I owe an apology, especially if all this was needed to quell things." Tinkerbell nods in reply, "One would hope it is all at least user-friendly." =================================