<AlcarGM> You wander off the path for a bit, and finally find the mewrry men. Via a not so merry Friar stumbling through the woods singing about "Mary, Mary, Was a Virgin, til I stuck her full of sin .."
<AlcarGM> with accompanying hand gestures
<Cyrus`> "Sober up, you're disgracing yourself."
<AlcarGM> The friar spots you, and blinks, surprised. "You - you got no right to shay - say that. Only God can judge me." He hiccups.
* AlcarGM is quite disturbed the friar tuck "song" popped right into my head.
<Cyrus`> yeah.

<Cyrus`> "You know what? You're too drunk to waste this speech on. Just take me to Robin."
<AlcarGM> Tuck: "If . system can be broken, maybe it needs fixing, eh? Eh? Eh? Eh?"
<AlcarGM> He grumbles, and stumbles back towards the Merry Men, basrely noticing that you follow since he's convinced you're DT anyway :p
<Cyrus`> (( DT? ))
<AlcarGM> (( delerium tremens (sp?) - the whole withdrawal from the drink stuff :) ))
<Cyrus`> (( oh ))
<Cyrus`> (( I wouldnt know. ))
<AlcarGM> (( Denial is the first sign! ))

<AlcarGM> There are men with bows and sword around, at least a hundred all told that you notice offhand, probably more in other buildings, locations, or hiding.
<AlcarGM> A tall man approaches you, a sword in hand. "Who are you?" he snaps.
<Cyrus`> "I'm Cyrus Valiton of Bellona, and I'm seriously considering wearing a name tag. Who're you?"
<Cyrus`> (( I have to introduce myself properly, or I'll never get known properly :P ))
<AlcarGM> Will Scarlett blinks at you. "Will Scarlett, archer and confidante of Himself, and I don't believe you are from around these parts. Spies for John, perhaps?"
<Cyrus`> "Tch, Hardly. I hate John, because I'm supposed to. Despite that, I think your operation has sort of strayed from its initial vision."
<AlcarGM> he blinks, loooking taken aback. "Say what?"

<Cyrus`> I'm trying to force Robin and his Merry Men to fix their operation as part of a larger plan to save a world, and MJ and Gabe are eating Pizza and reminiscing. :P
<Cyrus`> That feel sort of unfair, to me.
<Mary_jane`^> actually
<Mary_jane`^> we're arguing over whether MJ was selfish in killing gabe or not

<Cyrus`> "In short, I hear you've become a bit corrupt. The drunken Friar over there singing about sex with virgins named Mary sort of confirms it. You're harming the poor by your actions, which isn't right."
<AlcarGM> Will Scarlett: "Wha the hell? Where do youn get off being high and mighty, mister?"
<Cyrus`> "I read your story when I was little. I know what its supposed to be. This isn't it."
<AlcarGM> Will Scarlett: "Story? What the hell are you talking about? I didn't write no story about nothing.
<AlcarGM> A few poeple are coming over, most armed, and curious . .so far just curious :Lpo
<Cyrus`> "This is bigger than Nottingham, or your world, even. That's all I'll say about that, but the point is that you've all gone offtrack here."
<AlcarGM> Will Scarlett: "Excuse me? *I* have gone off track? We are robbing the rich and giving to the god-damned poor you self righteous shit!"
<Cyrus`> "You're robbing from everyone and, from what I've heard, keeping far too much of it. You've got to be more strategic here."
<AlcarGM> Will Scarlett: "What the hell? I mean, what the hell? Where do you get off telling us what to do ,buddy?"
<Cyrus`> "Because I'm trying to save you god-damned world from being taken over by some shithead immortal with no heart!"
* Cyrus` takes a deep breathe, and puts a hand to his temple. "Sorry. I'm just getting frustrated."
<AlcarGM> Will Scarlett: "You're a loony, is what you are."

* Mary_jane`^ raises an eyebrow "Have you been paying any attention to the real world, at all?"
<AlcarGM> Tad: "I have been making a city. It is an art. So .. err.. no."
<Mary_jane`^> "I see... Well I brought Gabe, and Fenrir.. and Gabe's evil bear."
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "bear?"
* Mary_jane`^ looks at Gabe "The one on your lap."
<AlcarGM> Tad: "Oh!" He looks alarmed ."But I didn't finish the walls, or the .. the .... well. I guess... it'll have to do. You could have warned me you were bringing guests!"
<Mary_jane`^> "I figured you were watching... You tend to do that."
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "... Oh. That bear." He blinks. "Is there a reason your magic is currently harry potter?"
* Mary_jane`^ shrugs "He likes Harry potter?"
<AlcarGM> Fenrir frowns at the bear, but says nothing.
<Mary_jane`^> "I don't pretend to understand his motives most of the time.
<AlcarGM> Tad: "And he's cute." Except not for the scar thing. That could use, like, plastic make over, or whatever it is." The scar vanishes. "The liibrary is this way," he says, heading down a street
<Mary_jane`^> "He's cute... great he's gay..."
* Mary_jane`^ sighs and follows Tad
<Cyrus`> (( Um, he's you. And you're female. And the fact he might like guys troubles you? ))

* AlcarGM wants to see clerics use Turn Undead on Jesus now ;P
<Cyrus`> I always figured he counted as a demi-god.
<AlcarGM> it'd be an awesome! "This is my god, vampire, and in HIs name i turn .. wait. I turned Jesus, too?! What the hell?!"

* Cyrus` lifts off the edge of the well (( and hopefully isnt grabbed by a pissed off ghost of a little girl )). "Guess we should head out."

<Mary_jane`^> "Is she still trying to get in?"
<AlcarGM> Tad: "Yes, but it's easy to keep her back. You just had to tell the bear to try, didn't you?"
<Mary_jane`^> "It wasn't an invitation, it was a threat."
<AlcarGM> Fenrir: "You have any interesting relationship with your power," in an amused tone.
<AlcarGM> Tad: "Next time, could you clarify that to invisible bears?"
<Mary_jane`^> "I wasn't aware that language in my own head was sensitive. Would you like me to use the high tongue? It's rather specific."
* Mary_jane`^ turns to Fenrir "He doesn't like the way I do things..."
<AlcarGM> Tad: "Yes, if it means Miimir doesn't try and kill us!"
<AlcarGM> Fenrir: "Rather high strung."
<Mary_jane`^> "he doesn't like being dead."

<AlcarGM> Kiesha sniffs the air, then growls and shifts to human. "Something is following us."
<Cyrus`> "What, again? I swear, if it's that Wolf again... Not that I have anything against wolves in general. Just the one."
<AlcarGM> Kiesha: "No .... people." She sniffs. "Young people. And.. music?" She frowns back at the woods. "Close, too. Fly, and fast." She changes, taking off over the hills.
<Cyrus`> "From kids?" *shrugs, and flies after her*
<AlcarGM> She growls something, annoyed, but since she's a wolf you have no ideaa what it was.
<AlcarGM> A minute later children come out of thew woods. Many of them, 10 years old at the latest, some as young as two . .all of them running after you silently, singing to themselves though you can't hear the song. THeir movements are. odd. Disjointed, as if they were dancing, or trying to. And they look hungry.\
<AlcarGM> (( Yup :p ))
<Cyrus`> (( holy shit, really? ))
* Cyrus` looks back over his shoulder. "Oh, I get it." *flies faster*

<AlcarGM> And . .because it's a hospital .. . it takes over an hour for the staff to actually notice you, and an hour in total before you end up in a room with an elderly doctor who frowns at youg leg when you take your clothing off and get into a ridiculous hospital gown.
<AlcarGM> "So ... a friend shot you with an arrow, hmm?"
* Cyrus` likely has some cheap health insurance that gets paid by his parents that may or may not actually exist.
* Cyrus` nods.
<Cyrus`> "Yeah, it was getting dark and we really should've packed up... I got in the way like an idiot."
<AlcarGM> "Huh. Your friend bandage it?" Doctor Atkins asks, removing the bandage
<Cyrus`> "Well, we sort of both put this together until I could get back to the dorms and call a cab."
<Cyrus`> (( "Didn't you have aheart attack?" ))
<AlcarGM> (( "Of course not. I'm Famine." ))

* Cyrus` slides out of the bed, and checks his calendar to make sure he didn't have something to do today that he might have spaced about.
<Cyrus`> (( there's homework too, but aside from that. ))
<AlcarGM> Nothing listed. There is a message on your marchine from one of your larp buddies about a D&D game monday night and cookies falling out of the sky.
<AlcarGM> you suspect that must be the plot of the game.
* Cyrus` sincerely hopes not.

<AlcarGM> Chaos - who is MJ having over tomorrow? ;p
<Mary_jane`^> Fenrir
<AlcarGM> ah, but that's in her head :p
<Mary_jane`^> yes
<Mary_jane`^> but I don't want them jumping out of my head in the middle of dinner =p
<AlcarGM> Vance: "pass the . .giant wolf ...."
<Mary_jane`^> yes
<AlcarGM> that would rock :)
<Mary_jane`^> no
<Mary_jane`^> that's why she is waiting until after they leave =p

<Cyrus`> "I need to ask the Wizard about the name of the Lightbringer who's taking over the story realm."
<AlcarGM> Peter; "I never heard about that. But Neverland was never important anyway. When the Black Queen and White King were fighting their war, the never entered Neverland."
<Cyrus`> "I think this started recently. It's why the dragon showed up in the Heart of the City, and why MJ saw knights."
<AlcarGM> Peter nods. "THe Black/White war ended in stalemate long ago. THey ran out of pieces for the board, and couldn't abgree on the colour of cjhildren if they married. Chess pieces shouldn't do things like that."
<AlcarGM> Peter: "I always thought beige would have been nice, but no one ever asked me."

<AlcarGM> You might want to introduce Peter to a shower as well :p
<AlcarGM> Though explaining him being here toanyone else in the bathroom might be difficult :)
* Cyrus` sniffs. "Geez Pete, have you been washing at all? wait, nevermind. Silly question."
<AlcarGM> Peter: "You told me not to leave! And I didn't, even when I was hungry."
* Cyrus` nods. "Right, right, nevermind. That was good. Hmm... if I take you to the showers here, that could be a little weird."
<Cyrus`> "Oh well. Guess that settles it." *grabs a change of clothes for him* "Let's go see MJ."
<AlcarGM> (( considers what people woudl do to cyrus when a 12 year old kid ended up i the showers. "Oh! I am living with Cyrus, but no one is to know that." ))
* Cyrus` drives them to her apartment, to show her the DVD and ask if Peter can shower. :P
<AlcarGM> k, game1 :)
<Cyrus`> (( "He doesn't make me sleep in the closet anymore, he lets me sleep in his bed." ))

<AlcarGM> Cyrus is limping, and Peter Pan .. .welll.. he spent 2 dsays ain dorm room with little food.He needs a shower. Yesterday :p
* Cyrus` is standing with a crutch, and a bandaged leg. He holds out a DVD in a case.
<Cyrus`> (( or, no crutch actually, easier to jsut limp ))
<AlcarGM> Peter still looks wary of you.
<Mary_jane`^> "Oh my god you stink... Bathroom, NOW!"
* Cyrus` hands Peter the change of clothes he brought.
<AlcarGM> Peter: "But what if the white beast tries to eat my foot again?"
* Mary_jane`^ looks at Peter
<Cyrus`> "The whit-- Ok, I need to go over this with you, don't I?"
<Mary_jane`^> "If you don't take a shower now, then you'll have to wait outside."

<AlcarGM> The DVD is labelled. La Fin De Siecle: The Complete Series
<AlcarGM> it seemed to be anime.
<Mary_jane`^> "Uh... La Fin De Siecle... Mmm... End of Century? Sorry my french is a little rusty..."
<Cyrus`> (( I can't wait for the Mortal City OAVs. ^_^ ))
* Cyrus` brings her attentiont to the cover art, if it hasnt changed from before.
* Mary_jane`^ looks at the cover art
<Cyrus`> "Anyone there look familair to you?"
<AlcarGM> It's a picture of You. Nora. And Jake.
<AlcarGM> Rather good pictures.
<Mary_jane`^> "Erm... That's interesting... Where'd you get it?"
<AlcarGM> You have the sword. Jacob a firey halo, and Nor's eyes are black and she looks ... well .. like a dominatrix. Your eyes and breasts are also disproportionatly large :p
<Cyrus`> "The story realm. It appeared while I was explaining to Robin Hood that he was a Story."

<Mary_jane`^> "We have to find out who made this."
<Cyrus`> "The thing just sort of appeared, and there was some laughter. That's it."
<Mary_jane`^> "Ok.. Then we have to find this #game1 publishing."
<Cyrus`> "Check the phone book?"
* Mary_jane`^ sighs "I doubt they're HERE..."
* Mary_jane`^ checks the phone book
<Cyrus`> "Online?"
<AlcarGM> It's, of course, not in the phone book.
<AlcarGM> The phone rings.
* Mary_jane`^ answers the phone
<AlcarGM> "Seven days," a female voice, old and grouchy, whispers. Giggles. And hangs up.
* Mary_jane`^ frowns
* Mary_jane`^ hangs up on her
<AlcarGM> (( .. waits for MJ to thtrow the phone through the wall :p ))

<Mary_jane`^> "Ok... So someone knows this stuff... and is publishing it... But who..."
<Cyrus`> "Yeah, I'd like to know, too. I could send them some scripts about me."
<AlcarGM> Peter: "Probably a god. they invented the first stories, and Wendy told me stories about this one who used ot disguise himself as a vase, or a bird, and have sex with people."
<Cyrus`> "Zeus?"
<Mary_jane`^> "No, not a god."
<AlcarGM> Peter: "Oh! I think that was it. Or daddy."
<Mary_jane`^> "Daddy?"
<AlcarGM> Peter: "Huh?"
* Mary_jane`^ Quit (Ping timeout)
<Cyrus`> (( the gods came for her. ))
<AlcarGM> (( so it seems :p ))
<AlcarGM> Peter: "Maybe I got that one.She tried to explain moms and dads but I never got it."
<Cyrus`> "Well, that is a tiny bit complicated."
<AlcarGM> Peter: "I know. She never even believed storks brought her."

<AlcarGM> Peter gets in. "I could probably give it pixie dust and make it fly. If you want it to?"
* Mary_jane`^ drives
<Mary_jane`^> "NO."
<AlcarGM> (( Tad: "YES! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE?" ":p ))
<Cyrus`> "It would make it faster, probably."
<AlcarGM> Peter pouts. "You didn't have to yell!"
<Mary_jane`^> "Absolutely not!"
* Cyrus` comforts Peter.
<AlcarGM> He sulks.
<AlcarGM> If he wasn't so afraid of the truthseer he'd probably do it anyway :p
<Cyrus`> (( I'm almost tempted to. :P ))
<AlcarGM> You reach Gabe's apartment in what is, for you, a record. Not Nora speed, but rather fast for you :p
<Cyrus`> (( but I dont want him getting blamed ))

<AlcarGM> Gabe flips it over a few times, looking at it. "I think there was a spell here ..... one time. Old magic.... the oldest spells could only be worked once, in the span of the universe. Most of them have been used, a few might be hoarded somewhere." His frown deepens. "If anyone asked, I'd have said that all the olde magics were used. Someone must have really hated you .. or liked you .. to do it."
* Mary_jane`^ clenches her jaw
<Mary_jane`^> "Even IF it was only used once... They know now everything."
<Cyrus`> "Maybe that was the only copy, though."
<Mary_jane`^> "How would they know enough to put it IN a copy?"
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "No, I mean ... one shot. One ... use. Viewing. Whatever you call it."
<Cyrus`> "Maybe the Magic knew." *shrug*
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "Maybe they just said your name and it created itself?"
<AlcarGM> (( and inside MJ, Tad collects royalties ))
* Mary_jane`^ breathes deeply
<Cyrus`> (( rofl ))

<Mary_jane`^> "I suppose the easiest source of power would be magic."
<Cyrus`> "Where could I go to learn that? Gabe said everyone can do it anyway."
* Mary_jane`^ shrugs
<Mary_jane`^> "I suppose you could try the religious studies building... The Circle is there."
<Cyrus`> (( "I need to get a class level in Sorceror." ))
<AlcarGM> (( he should say that to the circle people :) ))
<Cyrus`> "Aren't the Circle bad?"
* Mary_jane`^ shrugs
<AlcarGM> (( "I need to fireball. It's level 3 right? I don't want to be munchy, though." ))
<Mary_jane`^> "They claim to be witches, they act like magicians... It's point of view anyway. Your chances of becomming initiate with them is slim, though."
<Cyrus`> "Initiate?"
* Mary_jane`^ nods "They have a quota on initiates."
<AlcarGM> Peter: "A real witch," a bit nervously. "The real witches in the boundary land ae like that. They eat kids in ovens."
<Cyrus`> "What is that exactly?"
<AlcarGM> (( which MJ could never do. "What, I burnt the baby again?!" ))
<Cyrus`> (( "Hansel, why is that gingerbread house all black and charred?" "I don't know Gretel, but it looks disgusting. Let's go home." ))

* Mary_jane`^ stands and walks over to the tv and calls up some of her reserve moon power
<AlcarGM> MJ gets a pale silver light around her....
<AlcarGM> Peter: "ooh! Sparkly!"
* Cyrus` watches.
<AlcarGM> The TV remains a TV. For now.
* Mary_jane`^ writes a binding around the border, and seals it with a large rune in the middle of the screen in a rather cryptic language that has nothign to do with anything but everything to do with something and is completely equal with everything.
<Cyrus`> (( that makes my brain hurt. ))
<AlcarGM> (( aka a + sign. ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( I was talking about the language ))
<AlcarGM> (( disguised as an = sign ))

<AlcarGM> Fenrir shows an hour later. Pauses, looks at your TV.
<Mary_jane`^> "I think I'm being watched."
<AlcarGM> Fenrir: "You don't like commercials?"
* Mary_jane`^ shakes her head "There's the power of some god in it... It's watching... It destroyed Nora's wards this morning. I thought it wasn't something to worry about, but I think I know who it might be."
<AlcarGM> Fenrir: "God, hm?"
* Mary_jane`^ shrugs
<AlcarGM> He looks at the TV curiously. "Who?"
<Cyrus`> (( Ted Turner. ))

* Cyrus` buzzes the room.
<AlcarGM> You buzz, and Gabe answers with "hello?"
<Cyrus`> "Hey, it's Cy again. Sorry to bug you, but no one's given me your phone number. Or theirs. So I have to visit everyone in person."
* Cyrus` tries not to sound bitter.
<AlcarGM> Gabe laughs. "Sorry. Come on up." He buzzes you in
* Cyrus` floats in, and to hell with old ladies.
* Cyrus` knocks.
<AlcarGM> He opens the door. Looks up. "Floating up stairs is not a good idea.."
<Cyrus`> "The doctor said to stay off my leg, though."
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "I doubt he meant to fly."

<AlcarGM> Gabe: "Single room schoolhouse work? Only it's haunted."
* Cyrus` raises an eyebrow. "LIke, actually haunted, or people just say it is?"
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "Oh, actually. It's why the rent is cheap."
<Cyrus`> "Oh. Um. No one's died, or been horribly maimed, have they?"
<Cyrus`> (( maybe I can appeal by saying "All your incessant haunting is making it so I can't get my homework done for classes." ))
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "I don't think so...." His frown deepens. "Oh. Okay. That's new. It's a dog. I think .... it was trying to find it's masster after it dieed and jut... got attached to the place."
<Cyrus`> "A dog? In a schoolhouse? That's kind of random."
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "Probably follows it's master couldn't be seen, I guess."
<AlcarGM> (( "Of course it's random! The GM made it up on the spur of the moment! .. and, well, haunting by animal ghosts are rare :p ))

<WarezBert> dont really need martial training when you have telekinesis
<WarezBert> u just slap them in the face with the equivalent of a freight train
* alcar[away] nods. I don't care if there is psi or what ... magic even is possible, hidden under science :P
<WarezBert> and watch as their head goes flying
<alcar[away]> one of the alien species w/ nanotech is convinced they really do magic.
<WarezBert> hehe
<WarezBert> nice
<Fennec> hmm...
<Alicia> Quantum Physics is magic?
<alcar[away]> They've never found anyone who could convince 'em otherwise :)
<Fennec> understanding it is

<Blackpaw> I bet the scis like that there are two radiation emitters. Probably hoping I'll go sterile. I'm just glad I decided to have awesome regeneration.
<AlcarGM> lol. Yes :)

* Syn floats out from behind a building, looking for all the world like a flying saucer (think grade B 50's movie style)
* Syn has the letters sYn on one side of his bottom
<AlcarGM> (( and "Made in Taiwan" ))

<AlcarGM> Blackpaw disembowels an unfortnuate man. Officer Bruce Sterling, 62, about to retire that week. He is mourned by his wife, Gerda, his 3 children and 7 grandchildren.
* Blackpaw blinks, and mutters, "Oops. Forgot they were so fragile..."
<Li_Ming> (( go for the strapping young men ))
<AlcarGM> Syn starts throwing poplice officers into each other, having a nice snack on bullets. What's Li Ming doing?
* Blackpaw snaps to, and tackles another, in a non-lethal manner.
<Blackpaw> (( mmm, strapping... No! Must supress!! ))

<AlcarGM> The Grek is coming down, and Li_Ming hiding behind Blackpaw.....
* Syn builds himself into a mesh of extremely thin sharp edges, something like a hammock made out of cheese wire. then he positions himself below the alien.
<AlcarGM> (( ouch ))
<Blackpaw> (( I was waiting for him to do something like that. :P ))
<AlcarGM> Nighteyes stops at the alley entrance, looks up at the alien, at Syn, back at the alien, back atr Syn, then goes back around the corner :p

* Syn luaghs raucously and runs towards the target building in the guise of the Grek
<AlcarGM> (( with shopping bag? :p ))
* Syn holds his shopping bags to his side!
* Syn smiles
* Li_Ming EMPs the place once they get close.
<AlcarGM> The EMP hits. The lights go out in the building, and a few moments later some puzzled humans stream out. Bureucrats who, seeing a Grek running at them, wisely try and get the hell out of the way :p
<AlcarGM> one of them is saying "We didn't do it! Honest! Don't kill us!"
* Syn opens his skull and shows them a crosspiece of a grek's head
<Syn> "i'm already dead!"
* Syn laughs monstrously
* Syn crashes through the front gates running for the main building
* Blackpaw wonders exactly what the point of taking the disguise was if you're going to do things like that.
<Li_Ming> (( the fear factor? ))

<AlcarGM> One of the pilots makes a decusion and his plan dive bomps towards you....
<Syn> "lets get down that elevator shaft, unless anyone else has a good idea"
<Blackpaw> "Let's move!!"
* Syn sprints
<AlcarGM> She shakres her head. "TOo many cjhoices.. bombs. . aline . .things.. virus? I can't tell!"
<Li_Ming> EMP as we're heading down... =b
* Blackpaw takes off like a shot to the elvator with Li Ming and the gun.
* Syn sprints like a sprinty person
<AlcarGM> The elevator .. is not there as you head uder ground. Above you a plane crashes into the street and explodes, the pilot getting a medal for bravery delivered to his widow, who eventually sells it for painkillers
<Li_Ming> what's with these "pilot getting a medal for bravery delivered to his widow" stories? is this supposed to be the Iliad? :)
<AlcarGM> Nah, just me having fun :p

<AlcarGM> Most of the knightrs seems to be a cross between star wars and the middle ages as seen in D&D. A few salute, the rest look uneasy and you cross the compound easily yo some surprisingly normal-looking set of strets, exccpet the buildings along them seem to be ghosts.
<Cyrus`> "Huh. Haunting Houses. That's a switch."
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "Lost streets, I tnhink THe name changes, the buildings remain. I'd love to know how knights like that ended up here, though...."

<AlcarGM> The old man pulls the birds off the fire. "Hm. Done, I think. Would you like one?"
<AlcarGM> There's 4 birds on the stick, each rather small and golden-fried.
<Cyrus`> "I ate earlier. But thank you very much for offering."
<AlcarGM> Peter takes one, of course.
<AlcarGM> The old man nods, and hands Peter some tums. "Take after .Phoenix is low in calories, but high on heartburn." He looks at Gabe. "a stranger, helping you - perhaps you're growing up."
<AlcarGM> Gabe grins. "Maybe. But this isn't about me."
<AlcarGM> The old man nods and looks at you thoughtfully. "That is true. What do you seek, boy?"
<AlcarGM> Peter gulps the bird down. Then a few moments later burps, then screams and downs tums, gasping for breath.

<Cyrus`> "I seek the strength to stop the Lightbringer, so I can bring things back into balance."
<AlcarGM> The old man stirs the fire with his stick. "Magic only brings change."
<Cyrus`> "Yes, and what I want to do is change things back to the way they were before the Lightbringer."
<AlcarGM> Old man: "Hmm. Change is inevitable. There is never any going back, not really. You cannot cross the same river twice, and all of that."
* Cyrus` seems confused. "Why wouldn't you be able to... oh, because the river is different because the water's always flowing. I see."
<AlcarGM> Peter: "...but there are bridges...,"
<AlcarGM> The old man nods. "It's no longer the same river, you are no longer the same person."
<AlcarGM> Peter: "Is it the same bridge?"
<AlcarGM> The old man ignores that easily.

<alcar> Alicia - Mary Sue, call of cthulhu.
<alcar> That would be interesting :p
<alcar> "Oh, why are we looking for cthulhu? Someone should have said so. I have him in a playpen back at my place, but that rascal keeps getting out!"

<AlcarGM> Vance: "Oh." He watches the watch for a while.
<Mary_jane`^> the watch? the time?
<AlcarGM> It'd 9:05
<AlcarGM> err, the water ;p
<Mary_jane`^> what is vance watching?
<Mary_jane`^> lol

<AlcarGM> Vance looks up at the sky. It's still entirely clouds, with the moon a faint glow behind them. "I wish we could see the stars."
<Mary_jane`^> "Why?"
<AlcarGM> Vance: "No reason. I just like seeing them. They're so big, but we contain parts of them. Just a good reminder that all our problems really are small."
<AlcarGM> (( MJ: "Vance, I'm pregant." ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( You know what would be really really freaky about that? ))
<AlcarGM> (( besides the fact that MJ and Vance haven't had sex yet? :p ))
<Mary_jane`^> "Right... They're children."
<Mary_jane`^> (( Actually that's it ))
<AlcarGM> Vance: 'Hmm?"
<Mary_jane`^> "The lifetime of a sun is billions of years... Most of the stars that we see are children."

<AlcarGM> Son-of-the-Owl: "Being a Shaman is ... seeing behind the curtain. Seeing some things for what they truly are, and not being able to look away. A Shaman has to deal with things, move between things. Cannot look away. Even if something isn't a shaman's fault, it becomes their responsibility. To make choices for others who won't make choices. To give people what they need rather than what they want. And no one, ever, will thank you for that."
* Cyrus` shrugs. "That's mostly what a hero does anyway, just more serious."
<AlcarGM> Son-of-the-Owl: "Heroes? THere are only people caught up in circumstances beyond their control. No one sane wants to be a hero. Heroes die alone, removed from all they love with unmarked graves the only thing to show they died."
<Cyrus`> "...I want to be a hero. That's sort of why went through this, so I could set things right."
<AlcarGM> Son-of-the-Owl: "And then what?"
<Cyrus`> "And then it's on to the next problem."
<AlcarGM> Son-of-the-Owl: "And then you die. THere are no old heroes. heroes are made for famous last stands and being villified while they're alive and praised once they're dead. Nothing more."
<Cyrus`> "Well... if you say so. All I know is I want to do what's right."

<AlcarGM> Gabe: "He can already See. And kindly stop putting your own dreams on everyone else please. He wants to be one, to save people. It's a better reason than most others."
<Cyrus`> "I already made a magic spear. But that's not the point. If I'm so impulsive and nearsighted, becoming a Shaman could only help me. I'd gain wisdom, and make better choices."
<AlcarGM> Son-of-the-Owl: "You don't gain anything. You just lose any chance you could have of a normal life. What's the use of being about to see fairies in flowers or totems if none of it can do anything to stop someone you love from dying? You don't gain wisdom. Everyone else just thinks you do so you make it up as you go along and then, one day, you make ya mistake and everything falls apart - and you have no choice but to keep going and not look back." He laughs once, sharply. "Good motto for shamans. never look back. You never know what might be gaining."
<Cyrus`> "What is with everyone and a normal life? Listen, I don't want a normal life. Normal is boring. I want as fantastic life. So what if I get eaten by a troll or something? I won't be bored, and I can make a difference in some way along the way."

<AlcarGM> You sleep and (as soon as it posts) .... you
<AlcarGM> http://alcar.suddenlaunch3.com/index.cgi?board=mcstuff&action=display&num=1119692367
<AlcarGM> dream!
<Mary_jane`^> I think i'm starting to become affraid of the dreams

* Mary_jane`^ drives liesurely and parks in Gabe's apartment lot
<AlcarGM> The car parks smugly, pleased at having eaten yhet another parking citation
<Mary_jane`^> lol
* Mary_jane`^ walks up to Gabe's apartment
<AlcarGM> Hey, it IS magical! It can be your mecha :p

* Mary_jane`^ waits in the parkinglot, fiddling with the controls of Nora's car
<AlcarGM> Trying to do anything in paeticular? Like activate the Plasma Cherry Beam Death-ray?
<Mary_jane`^> that would be neat, but no, fiddling witht he lights, whipers, radio..
<AlcarGM> Same thng, then. So, 3d6 go blow up the school again...
<AlcarGM> 3d6
<the_computer> AlcarGM 3d6: 8
<Mary_jane`^> LoL
<AlcarGM> Nope. Needed a 18. Sorry, sparkie.

<GeminiRai> And of course, he *will* have to save her.
<alcar> yes :p He's a Hero :p
<GeminiRai> and she loves him. It would be hard to keep him from saving her.
<GeminiRai> even if she is evil.
<alcar> and she'll save him a time or two as well. Should be amusing.
<GeminiRai> heh
<GeminiRai> that sounds interesting!
<GeminiRai> A lady in red cloak swoops through the area touching everyone. They all die. She winks at Cyrus and flashes off into the distance
* GeminiRai nods
<Q[z]> That take on good and evil sounds a lot like it came out of DnD
<GeminiRai> Sometimes I wonder about you, Qworg
<alcar> lol. Well, she's not evil. Probably psychotic, but she was raised by nuns so that's inevitable.

<alcar> hero = commit any crime, and get away with it. Because you're a hero.
<Qworg> Indeed, I usually end up with a community worshipping me for entirely the wrong reasons.

<Mary_jane`^> "I can tell you... He won't be happy you kept it from him for so long... How unhappy I don't know... I can also tell you that he might think the same thing and feel bad for you that you can't do anything about it... But you're only... 13? you shouldn't be worrying about how to have sex right now anyway..."
<AlcarGM> Kiesha: "I know *that*. But .. it's like ... one of those things. It's like . .why people date."
* Mary_jane`^ sighs "Let's say you do need a break, some time alone to think about the whole thing, to see how much you miss him when he's gone... Who will take your place? you're the only one who knows his favorite pizza topping... You know how he likes his coffee... And you know that pink pants are never to be worn..."
<Mary_jane`^> "Why people date?" raising an eyebrow
<Mary_jane`^> "Sex leads to kids, and I'll have you know the last kid I had was in a past life and she turned out to be very much insane."
<AlcarGM> Kiesha: "I know! That's the problem. If he hates me, he might have to find someone else.. and the dating this is, like, for sex. I mean, you date someone hoping ot get closer later. Otherwise it's like having this chocolate cake behind glass, and the glass never goes away."
<AlcarGM> Kiesha: ".. and I don't know if I could even have kids! I could have puppies, for all I know...." She blinks. "You had a kid?
<Mary_jane`^> "Is it? I hear married couples rarely have sex anymore..." Looking out the window "It's become a joke..."
<Mary_jane`^> "Well I imagine in past lives I've had several."

<Chaos`^> it's LAAAAAATEEEEEE
* AlcarGM is now known as alcar
<alcar> yes!
<Chaos`^> later than i've ever stayed up before
<Chaos`^> i'm gunna have a hell of a time at work tmorow
<Chaos`^> damnit alcar
<Chaos`^> never ever let me do this again
<alcar> lol. I won't :p
<Chaos`^> 5:00 is my stopping point =p

<AlcarGM> Peter: "I could get a job .... if I knew what that was. I'm pretty sure I could get one. Or catch it."
<AlcarGM> Is it wrong that when I think of Peter Pan + job I see him in the porn industry? :p
<Cyrus`> Yes.
<Cyrus`> Very much.

<AlcarGM> Him: "Okay. Why should we hire you over someone else?"
<Cyrus`> (( "Because I have a magic spear, can fly, will be soon studying shaman magic, and am trying to save the world." ))
<AlcarGM> (( "Not another one of those!" ))
<Cyrus`> "I've never done drugs and don't intend to... I like helping people--you know, if they have questions about anything, and I'll do my best to always be reliable."
<Cyrus`> (( I didn't want to just say "I'm reliable" because I didn't want to say that and then not show up one day because I'm trapped in another world or some shit. ))
<AlcarGM> (( hehe ))

<AlcarGM> The Resident Association TA person who basically makes sure everyone behaves and probably won't ever graduate since he's looking for a PhD and all of that is standing there, looking a trifle apologetic. "Ah, good. You're home. Someone was saying you've been having a minor here for the past or so."
<AlcarGM> RA: "While relatives can visit, that needs to be cleared with me since the rooms are single person occupancy only."
* Cyrus` blinks sleepily. "Huh? Oh... oh yeah, sorry. Hey, can I talk to you about this tomarrow?" *fights a yawn* "I haven't been getting enough sleep lately."
<AlcarGM> He nods. "All right. You do have someone here, then?"
<AlcarGM> (( "He's hiding in my wardrobe, and I'm really hoping he didn't go to Narnia by mistake. ))
* Cyrus` nods. "Yeah, my cousin. Hey, Peter?" *looks around, but doesnt open the door any further* "Pete? Where are you hiding?"
<AlcarGM> Peter pops his head out of the wardrobe. "Hiding?"
<Cyrus`> (( I'm just glad I'm already making arrangements to move out at this point. ))

* Mary_jane`^ hmms and leaves again... looking for a tall building
<Cyrus`> is MJ ready to end it all? :P
<AlcarGM> hm?
<Cyrus`> looking for a tall building. :P
<AlcarGM> lol

<Cyrus`> (( We don't need to start a homoerotic pedophilia subplot. ))

<AlcarGM> The RA smiles sympathetically. "I had the same problem myself. Thoughnever anyone to show around campus. What school do you go to?" to Peter.
<AlcarGM> Peter blinks, realizing you'd never made one up then just shrugs. "It's a school."
* Cyrus` curses silently in his head for not researching Private schools in Maine.
<AlcarGM> (( or giving his parents names? :p ))
<AlcarGM> The RA looks a bit taken aback by that. "I guess you don't like it?"
<AlcarGM> Peter jusr shrugs.
<Cyrus`> (( kids his age don't refer to their parents by the first names anyway. ))
<Cyrus`> (( I wasn't even 100% sure of mine at the time. ))

<Mary_jane`^> "I have never been accused of being wise."
<AlcarGM> Moon: "Wisdom is a variable possession. Know when to run." and it's presence is gone.
* Mary_jane`^ sighs and goes to the kitchen to make dinner
<Mary_jane`^> what... me? run?
<Cyrus`> Oh, you will.
<AlcarGM> Heh
<Mary_jane`^> i don't even run form my own cooking

* Mary_jane`^ looks in the peephole to see who it is... and how they got past the buzzer =p
<AlcarGM> It's a thin old man in a red baseball cap.
* Mary_jane`^ opens the door "Hello?"
<AlcarGM> The old man smiles. "Oh? Good afternoon? I am here enquiring about finding someone?" in a soft, lilting voice.
<Cyrus`> Oh, you're fucked now.
<Mary_jane`^> 'sok
<Mary_jane`^> MJ doesn't trust people with red hats right now
<Mary_jane`^> something about papa smurf

<Cyrus`> Don't you dare sell me out, girl. :P
<Mary_jane`^> sell you out?
<Mary_jane`^> for all I know he's your grandpa
<Cyrus`> My grandpa would call me a boy-child? o_O

<AlcarGM> Old man: "Will he return?"
<Mary_jane`^> "I don't know?"
<AlcarGM> Old man: "Oh? Are you certain?"
<Mary_jane`^> "I know that I do not know?"
<AlcarGM> Old man: "Very well?" and he moves, inhumanly fast, figers from one hand now claws and burying themselves in your stomach. "I owe him pain?"
* Mary_jane`^ grunts, coughs, but tries her hardest not to show how much it hurts... Forcing words "You're paying me?"
<AlcarGM> Old man: "You will die now? Cap will be red? He will know?"
<AlcarGM> His other fingers have become claws, and he calmly begins pulling out intenstine, his faded blue eyes glittering with something akin to join as blood comes out.
<Mary_jane`^> "No, no, and yes."
<AlcarGM> Uhm. What *are* you doing? :p
* Mary_jane`^ flares all of her power and attacks without mercy
<AlcarGM> Oh, good. Because chatting with someone has he removes your stomach would be .. .probably not a good tactic :p

<AlcarGM> mj is going to have some fun words to say to Cyrus :p
<Caltak> :P
<Caltak> "You had a hard time with one? I killed two of them. I didn't even have my spear, either. I thought you were the savior."

* Mary_jane`^ gets up and undresses infront of nora to symbolize the fact that she wants to go to sleep now.. as in now
<AlcarGM> Nora shakes herhead, muttering about crazy people,and goes to sleep.
<AlcarGM> In her room :p
* Mary_jane`^ does the same
<AlcarGM> K. You go to sleep. And Nyarlathotep wonders at humans who ask Azathoth for directions...

<AlcarGM> I want to see ghost realtors selling ghost homes for some reason. fun things to do when you're dead....
<Cyrus`> *person hires preist to do exorcism on the house, house itself vanishes*

<Chaos`^> no one bothers to invite me to the game =(
<AlcarGM> Erm., I assumed you were busy since your nick had not changed :P
<Chaos`^> it didn't change because I wasn't invited =p
* Chaos`^ is now known as Mary_jane`^
<AlcarGM> .. since when do you have to be invited?
<AlcarGM> are you now a vampire?!
<Mary_jane`^> ...
<Mary_jane`^> no
<Mary_jane`^> i mean
<Mary_jane`^> wait, yeah, I mean no

<AlcarGM> Your class is a 3 hour social anthropology course focusing in on religion and how it affects people in the modern world. The prof is at least interesting and takes questions from the class.
<Mary_jane`^> he's not a demon is he? All good professors are demons
<AlcarGM> No :P
<Mary_jane`^> damn
<Mary_jane`^> ah well
<AlcarGM> A she, and she is not a demon nor does she run a secret organization for the government to breed humans and demons.
<Mary_jane`^> ...
<Mary_jane`^> does she run it for HC, then?
<AlcarGM> Of course she doesn't since it doesn't exist.
<Mary_jane`^> yes it does
* AlcarGM was making a poor Buffy joke, was all :p
<AlcarGM> Really.
<Mary_jane`^> it's got a stock symbol and everything =p
* AlcarGM coughs.
<Mary_jane`^> erm... ok
<Mary_jane`^> What's her name?
<AlcarGM> Maggie Walsh.
<AlcarGM> (( *grins* ))

<AlcarGM> Sal: "What do you need?"
<Cyrus`> "Well you see... It's kind of a long story, but I have Peter Pan living with me. I was kind of hoping you could forge some documents so I have some kind of explanation besides 'Oh, he's Peter Pan who followed me home from Storyland.' Even though that's what happened."
<AlcarGM> Silence. Even the typing stops for a few moments. "Oookay. Uhm. Right. Peter Pan. This is a joke, right?"
<Cyrus`> "Er, no actually. You do know about the whole... magic thing, right?"
<AlcarGM> Sal: "Uh, yeah, but .. Peter Pan? That's just weird. Okay. What's be look like?"
<AlcarGM> Sal: "Wait, Just scan a few good pics of him. I assume you want him to be related to you? Brother? Cousin? Foster care kid?"
<Cyrus`> "Well, I sort of told a couple people he was my cousin from Maine, so doing something else might cause a problem later. Hmm. Would have to come up with why he'd be staying with me, though..."
<AlcarGM> Sal; "Hmm. Your last name, date of birth, place, and parents names?" quickly. "Let's see.... his parents could have died in a car crash and he's plannig to dress up as a giant beagle and avenge them?"

<Mary_jane`^> "So you did arrange for a price? What was it?"
<AlcarGM> Gabe shrugs. "Just above the sternum."
<Mary_jane`^> "What?"
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "Bit more of... me," with a shrug.
<Mary_jane`^> "I don't understand?"
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "Spine. From there down. A few more muscles lost. I'll live, as I said."
<Mary_jane`^> "What? You paralized yourself MORE!?"
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "not much more. A inch. it was up to there, after I .. died. A price for coming back. Like I said, I'll live. World won't end."

<Mary_jane`^> "Right... Ok.. How do you kill a redcap?"
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "A .... you fought one of those?! No wonder Nora was freaking out on the phone."
<Mary_jane`^> "Yeah... She sent it to hell."
<Mary_jane`^> "It wants me dead."
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "hell will just love that...." he goes towards the door. "You know why? I don't think they like going to the realer worlds too often. They're weak here."
* Mary_jane`^ follows him
<Mary_jane`^> "Why are they scared of truthseers? Peter is too... I don't know how I can hurt him... I tried."
<Mary_jane`^> "not peter, the redcap."
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "Oh. Good. I was worried for a second."

<AlcarGM> The deputy mayor steps back and says three words quickly, a rather pathetic binding smacking into your wards and dying of acute embarrassment
<Mary_jane`^> "We came to ward up your office.. It was broken last night... We figured we'd protect you... Even if you want him dead..."
* Mary_jane`^ stops and looks surprised "What was that? Why can't I move?"
<AlcarGM> Mayor: "You .. he ... he's here?" He turns white with terror and looks about to faint.
<AlcarGM> Deputy mayor: "It worked? It worked?" he stares at the book. "It ... works...?"
<AlcarGM> http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0764551019.01.TZZZZZZZ.jpg is the book he is reading from :)
<Mary_jane`^> "Nah, i'm kidding."
* Mary_jane`^ doesn't move though, and gives a nervous grin
<AlcarGM> The deupty mayor quickly flips through magic for dummies desperately.

<AlcarGM> The Mayor points the knife at you. "You will FORGET this...."
<Mary_jane`^> "Forget what?"
<AlcarGM> Power comes from it. Blood magic, and the burning of voter registration cards....
<Mary_jane`^> "Where am I? Who are you... Mayor Lameaux? Why are you naked?"
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "I'm ... done ....." behind you.
<AlcarGM> Mayor: "Ah .. ah..... aerobics! Excercises!"
<Mary_jane`^> "Gabe.. I can't move and the mayor is naked..." Turning to him and winking so the mayor or deputy mayor can't see it
<AlcarGM> The mayor waves the knife wildly at Gabe: "FORGET!"
<AlcarGM> The knife explodes :P
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "O...kay. Uhm. Maybe we should go and .. leave them to their exercises?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Forget what... Mayor Lameaux? Why are you naked?"
<AlcarGM> Mayor: "..... please just go?"

<Mary_jane`^> "Wait... Were we about to have sex? Why is there blood on you... Did you seduce me? i can't remember!"
<Mary_jane`^> "Why can't I move? Is this date rape?"
<AlcarGM> The deputy mayor begins giggling hysterically.
<AlcarGM> Gabe snickers behind you.
<AlcarGM> Mayor: "I .. no.... you may. ..." he waves the hilt of the knife. "LEAVE!"
<Mary_jane`^> "Gabe? Gabe help! I can't move! I think they're trying to-- Are you in on it too!?"

<AlcarGM> You arrive at Luna's old place. Gabe jsut wheels around it once, sketches a few things in the air and comes back to the car. "There. That should keep it shielded. Don't want the Circle using it again." You notice he's wet his pants, but oddly in the car you dind't smell a thing.
<Mary_jane`^> "You want to stop by your house before we hit the next place?"
<AlcarGM> Gabe:just nods, his ears bright red. "If .. you don't mind?"
* Mary_jane`^ goes back to gabe's appartment and helps him change
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "Thanks," as you head back out. "It's just so..... humiliating."
<Mary_jane`^> "Eh, we all have our weaknesses... Don't let it get to you, or it'll be used against you by the vampires."
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "... pardon?"
<Mary_jane`^> "They hate you..."
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "I know. I don't see how it could be used by vampires, though."
<Mary_jane`^> "Well it's humiliating.. they make you mad and you fall in
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "... I never thought of it like that...."
<Mary_jane`^> "You should... people want you dead... You have to stay on your toes."
<AlcarGM> Gabe grins. "Then I'm really in trouble."

<alcar> MJ is going to start having the weird hit her again :)
<Chaos`^> ... going to?
<alcar> Yes :P
<Chaos`^> All I ask for is the staff =p
* Chaos`^ is now known as Mary_jane`^
<Mary_jane`^> well
<Mary_jane`^> the snakes atleast
<Mary_jane`^> they were fun
<alcar> lol. It's actually showing up eventualy.
* alcar is now known as AlcarGM
<Mary_jane`^> great
<Mary_jane`^> eventually
<Mary_jane`^> I'm not good with eventuals... I was hoping this session

<AlcarGM> (( His paper route will likely lead to amusing UFO reports :p ))
<Cyrus`> (( I told him he would need to use a bike and not fly :P Of couse, he doesn't necessarily have to listen. ))
<AlcarGM> (( more fun when he doesn't :p ))
<AlcarGM> (( "Where my pap - " *lands on head* "What the?" ))

<AlcarGM> The passenger shooots at you, a bullet hitting the back window,and bounding off. Nora must have invested in really good bulletproof glass.
* Mary_jane`^ doesn't stop...
<AlcarGM> You make the turn. The limo turns, but slower since it's longer .... though the back end seems to be shortening itself in your rear-view mirror as you watch . .and you mtake two streets before they've finished and lose them, at least for now.
<AlcarGM> (( Limo mecha! .... drat. I forgot a nice Decepticon sticker for it :p ))

<Mary_jane`^> "Who are you?"
<AlcarGM> The ninja hesitates, then says "No one of consequence," and a drops a smoke bomb :p
* Mary_jane`^ wishes she had a gun at times like these... and instead stops the bomb from blowing smoke by a quick bind
<AlcarGM> She makes for the window, pauses, looks at the bomb. Then tosses two more down
* Mary_jane`^ locks the window the same way "Really, who are you?"
<AlcarGM> She reaches it .. blinks .... tugs.... then attempts to break it with sword, and is quite surprised when her blade bounces off your binding. "Bloody hell. First the nut in the psych ward and now this...." She glares at you. "I am installing cable," defiantely.
<Aerdan> . o O (Installing cable, huh?)
<Aerdan> . o O (More like installing cameras. >.>)
<AlcarGM> (( well, and neilson boxes for ratings, but that's a sideline :p ))
<AlcarGM> She glares at the window as if it personally offended her and her sword seems to vanish. "If I may continue?" cooly.
* Mary_jane`^ Quit (Ping timeout)
<AlcarGM> the ninja laughs! "Super sneak death attack way blow 385 hai! You were pinged!"
<AlcarGM> She goes back to work.

<AlcarGM> Son-of-the-Owl's voice is quiet, droning: "Remember the space between waking and sleeping, between the real and the dream. That is where magic is. Between things. In the nooks and crannies ..... You may open your eyes now."
* Cyrus` opens them slowly.
<AlcarGM> You open them, and there is now a fire burning between you with twigs that was not there before. The air is cleaner, and somehow .. brighter, as if impurities had been removed from it. The trees around yo ae taller, and thinner, and moving to breezes you can't feel. Most of themhave eyes, and strange bark-smiles full of quiet sadness.
<AlcarGM> Son-of-the-Owl .... isn't there. Or, rather, he is, but he is older, harsher worn, with features more suited to the Inuit than to the plains inidians, and there is a a bow in hand and his ears are pieced with earings. Lastly, wolf eyes burn from his face and you can see a wolf over his head, or in it, or in him ..
<AlcarGM> The image of the him you now, the old man, and the wolf totem flow and seperate and merge in a dizzying succession like water rippling in a pond.
<AlcarGM> Thee are voices in the air, high pitches breezes shouting greetings to each other and the grass is whispering sweet nothingsa s it makes loves to your bodies, the press of skin and clothing to it orgasmic.
* Cyrus` blinks and seems to try to focus his vision, but doesn't close his eyes again or try to look away from it all somehow. "Wow... there is a lot..."

<metallicshadow> shamans are called road men in my religion
<metallicshadow> they are said to walk the good red road
<AlcarGM> red road? Like, with the blood of sacrifices? :p
* metallicshadow rolls his eyes
<Cyrus`> makes sense to me.
<AlcarGM> Easy link to voodoo, too. And sacrifices are de rigeur in any religions in any event. The gods need to be fed and placated.
<AlcarGM> But we'd best not get into what Barney gets

<AlcarGM> He nods slowly. "Good. Then we shall begin."
<AlcarGM> And you spend the next five hours just meditating until he decides, grudgingly, that you are passable at it. "You may begin to See things, as you walk the red road, or move into the green. The power will waken, and you must harness it however you choose to."
<Cyrus`> (( Dabbling in meditation would likely be good for Shamans. Take some time to become one with all things and clear your thoughts and not worry about how hyperactive everything is. :) ))
<Cyrus`> (( lol, you just stole that ))
<AlcarGM> (( yup :) ))

<AlcarGM> You walk back slowly. The path is still a path, the buildings are still buildings, but something has changed. It's nothing you can define, just a feeling of ... awareness, as if you were waking up from a long sleep. The peole you pass seem to glow faintly with pale blue auras and, occassionally, you see a shape around them . .one nerd walks by, and you can see the Enterprise over his head, firing beams at people as he glares at them, protecting his personal space
* Cyrus` just watches things with interest as he walks
<AlcarGM> besides him, you catch a few other totems, mostly animals that hide when they realize you can see them.
* Cyrus` would try to reassure them, but wisely decides not to attempt to coax animals behind people that no one else can see.
<AlcarGM> Nah, go ahead :p Visit the psch ward!
<Cyrus`> (( "Um, what are you doing?" "I was talking to the fox." "Excuse me?" "You know, your totem. The fox. It was scared and hid." *person backs away* ))

<Mary_jane`^> "Uh... I have satalite, no cable needs to be here. You're the cable company, I don't want it."
<AlcarGM> Ninja: "We do not care what you want," haughtily.
<Mary_jane`^> "Did you manage to install your cable?"
<AlcarGM> She nods. "It was .... complicated. Your TV must be a new demo model."
<AlcarGM> (( "And the imp in the back was yelling at me the whole time." ))
<Mary_jane`^> "Uninstall it and leave."
<AlcarGM> She shakes her head. "I am afraid I cannot do that. Ninja honour."
<AlcarGM> Ninja: "I would die before betraying CLAW .. .cable."
<Mary_jane`^> "Then just leave."
<AlcarGM> She frowns, then nods and gathers her toolbox and leaves . .via the door, which likely offends her delicate ninja sensibilities.

<AlcarGM> The driver pulls out an Official Badge and waves it. "Agent Agent, FBI. Special Branch. Get lost, kid."
<Mary_jane`^> "Agent... agent?"
<AlcarGM> He nods, once, scowling.
<Mary_jane`^> "Why are you sitting here, then?"
<Cyrus`> (( Investigating. :P ))
<AlcarGM> The passenger smirks. "I think it's why he joined. Just to say that. And we're doing surveil-"
<AlcarGM> Agent Agent: "That information is on a need to know basis. And you, girl, do NOT need to know."
<Mary_jane`^> "Oh... but you're not watching me, right? 'cause I had this limo try to run me over yesterday, i thought it was the strip club getting its revenge for people asking for me. I don't strip, but they like ask me to because everyone wants my body."
<Cyrus`> (( um, lol ))
<AlcarGM> (( ... ))

<AlcarGM> You enter the room to see a short, thin female .... at least, the face is female. The rest of the body is as sexless as a barbie doll, more child than adult, with long brown hair and Brianna's eyes. it's ..vcovered in thin shadows, like a cloak or wweaving, and blood is flowing from ugly gashes all over, as if something with big claws ripped into it
<Mary_jane`^> like a cloak or wweaving, and blood is flowing from ugly gashes all over, as if something with big claws ripped into it
<AlcarGM> . :p
<Mary_jane`^> rofl

<AlcarGM> She shakes herhead, her body becoming translucent as you watch. "No time .... fisher king .. opened them the way. .. here. It's ..... falling into ..... the boundaries..... the moon .... watch .... them ......" and she's no longer there.
<Mary_jane`^> "Nora, I need some power..."
<AlcarGM> Nora: "Here," simply, and power flows into yo .. it's .. icky. Like an oil slick, but power.
<Mary_jane`^> "Alright... Let's see how far we can go..."
<AlcarGM> (( .... uh ... oh ))
<AlcarGM> Nora: "Someone tried to kill her," simply. "Take what you need."
* AlcarGM is now known as GMDucksandCovers
* Mary_jane`^ breathes deep, and teleports as far as she can toward the Faerie, following the Fae's magic as best she can from the descriptoin from Clotho in a dream

* Mary_jane`^ looks exhausted and leaning against whatever is solid next to her
<AlcarGM> You lean against a tree, which mumbles soething about "why not cut me down for a fence post while you're at it?" in a surly tone.
* Mary_jane`^ leans harder on the tree and sighs
<AlcarGM> You can feel some other power wakening somewhere close, attracted by Blood ..... curious, and old. "Mistress?" a voice whispers through trees, smelling of sawdust and sounding like creay floorboards: "oh.. you are not the Witch ... I miss her...... she has touched you .. tell her I am missing her.... so long since children were cooked in me..."
<AlcarGM> The tree mutters about "fence post? Hah! Why not a coat rack? A table?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Who's there?"
<AlcarGM> Tree: "Oh, no one at all. Don't mind me. Why not just cut me down now and get it over with?"
<AlcarGM> Voice: :"Oh! You hear me? No one's been here in so long. The gingerbread house made the myths and I'm all alone. I just want some juicy children to eat..."
<Mary_jane`^> "I'm not talking to you, shut up."
<Mary_jane`^> "yes, you.."
<AlcarGM> Tree: "Of course! No one talks to me! If I fall down in the forest, would I even make a sound?" It sobs
<Mary_jane`^> "I wish that you wouldn't... infact, just be quiet."

<Chaos`^> it's rather dark, considering all the deaths, mia's and stuff
* alcar nods. A lot of that was the intro for Cyrus :p
<alcar> And a reminder to MJ about costs of being a hero :)
<alcar> Maxine's ghost might show up. I liked her.
<Chaos`^> well
<Chaos`^> i suppose if she were a smart girl she'd give up now
<Chaos`^> if it weren't for me then she would have
<alcar> lol.
<Chaos`^> but i keep pushing her along because I need a game to play in

* Cyrus` nods to him. "I'm here to see Ms. Simpson."
<AlcarGM> The man nods, calls on his cell, and lets you inside. Ms. Simpon is reading old files, and making liberal use with a papper shredder when you come in. Her totem is a cat-lady, with whip, and appears from time to time to snap the whip at you and bat her eyelashes :P
<AlcarGM> Ms. Simpson: "Thank you for dropping by. At least something good comes out of getting the short straw and having to look over old files."
<Cyrus`> (( oh man, if only my character was more like me, I'd hit on her. ))
<AlcarGM> (( lol. ))

<AlcarGM> The pegs come out easier after the first one, the last coming out with barely a tug. Under it turns out to be a 7' by 7' crudgely drawn pentagram, which begins to glow with a silvery sheen
<Cyrus`> (( Hmm, that could be good for summoning things with. ))
<Cyrus`> "Ahh, a pentagram."
<AlcarGM> HELLO? a voice says.
<AlcarGM> CAN ANYBODY HERE ME? IS ANYONE OUT THERE? TESTING, TESTING, 6 6 6...
<Cyrus`> "I could probably ask the same thing."
<AlcarGM> SINCE YOU ARE SPEAKING, WE ASSUME YOU COULD.
<Cyrus`> "I mean, since I'm talking to a pentagram."
<AlcarGM> WE ARE *NOT* A PENTAGRAM. WE ARE A PORTAL OF POWER, THANK *YOU* VERY MUCH.

<Cyrus`> "Nah, I really don't need another loan... especially not from Hell. As far as the blood sacrifice thing, how long would it end up recharging the circle, out of curiosity?"
<AlcarGM> 75 OF YOUR STANDARD EARTH YEARS.
<AlcarGM> FOR TWO PINTS, THE CIRCLE REMAINS ACTIVE FOR 200 YEARS.
<Cyrus`> "I probably won't need it for that long. And if I do, I could always get more. Anyway, the one pint thing sounds pretty reasonable, I guess..."
<AlcarGM> OH, ALRIGHT THEN.
<Cyrus`> "There wouldn't be any unexpected outages or anything, would there?"
<AlcarGM> OF COURSE NOT.
<Cyrus`> "Ok then... So I just sort of cut myself and put the blood in the circle, then?"
<AlcarGM> THAT IS CORRECT.
<Cyrus`> (( I realize it's so odd to just be like "Ok sure, I'll give this weird talking pentagram some blood." but, I mean... 1 pint for free electricty? That's a bargain. ))
<Cyrus`> "Ok, hold on a sec."
* Cyrus` goes upstairs to clean off his knife before doing it, to avoid infection or something.

<AlcarGM> YThe cut stings, and youre blood flows out for a a good three minutes before the poortal sighs a happy burbly sigh THAT IS ENOUGH
* Cyrus` covers the cut right away.
<AlcarGM> The circle turns golden for a moment, then ... INTERESTING. HMM.
<Cyrus`> "Oh, yeah, I have... some stuff in my blood."
<AlcarGM> WE DID NOT ANTICIPATE THAT. PLEASE HOLD. Silence for a few moments. FORGIVE US FOR BEING BLUNT BUT ARE YOU HUMAN?
<Cyrus`> "Why, what else would I be?"
<AlcarGM> MOST THINGS IN THIS WORLD AREN'T HUMAN. A pause. OFFERING ACCEPTED. THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATRONAGE.

<Cyrus`> (( Hmm. If the phone is Hell-powered, how am I sposeta know what the number is? ))
<AlcarGM> (( 666-6666 of course. ))

<AlcarGM> Sam Kidd: "This is MY city, and not your concern, no matter what you are!" He's practically vibrating with rage, but you can see the fear in his eyes under that.
<Mary_jane`^> "So you DID do something, right?"
<AlcarGM> Sam Kidd: "You WILL LEAVE NOW!" and his will fills the air.. hits your wards. and breaks .... He gapss and slumps back onto his bed, his face drenched in sweat. He's stronger than you thought, probably thna even he stil thought, but he's old, and used up, and he's simply not strong enough to force you out.
<Mary_jane`^> "Listen... If you tell me what you did, then maybe I won't get mad."
<Cyrus`> (( damn women and their lies! "If you just admit it, you won't get in trouble" BULLSHIT! ))

<Cyrus`> (( I've killed two Red Caps and a Dragon, and yet I still feel worried that anyone can kick my ass if I'm not careful. :P ))

<Cyrus`> "Have I worked magic around you before?"
<Cyrus`> (( "Because it'd relaly help if you told me how I did it." ))
<AlcarGM> Scooter: "I was not always a horse, master. I am quite sure of that. You used to ride me in a different way. I had .. wheels? Like a cart? Anbd you'd push your leg on me. It was nice. Very much like sex, master."
<Cyrus`> "That was a slightly disquieting thing to say, but permissible. And yes, I remember that, but I wasn't sure if you did."
<AlcarGM> Scooter: "Did I insult you, master?"
<Cyrus`> "Oh, no, not at all."
<AlcarGM> The horse looks relieved.

* Cyrus` rides until they are a little ways away from any houses, then stops them. "Ok, I think I'll try working some magic, then." *dismounts* "Inexpertly, but it may work."
<AlcarGM> Scooter, wisely, gets a polite distance away from you.
* Cyrus` ponders a moment, then tries drawing some semblance of a magic circle in the snow, just winging it as he goes.
* Cyrus` looks it over.
<Cyrus`> "Hmm. Ok."
<AlcarGM> Okay. You manage that easily enough.
<Cyrus`> "Let's see..."
* Cyrus` holds his hands over it. "I call to whatever powers might hear me, to aid me in my quest. Help me find a witch who can guide me to the one I seek."
<AlcarGM> Anything else?
* Cyrus` waits, and if nothing happens, goes, "Oh. Material componants." And pricks his finger and lets a drop of blood fall on it, since that's the extent of what he's ever done to make magical things happen. :P

<AlcarGM> The drop of blood stains the new fallen snow a ruby red. And the circle begins to glow with a pale violet light ...... turns darker....a nd the snow meltas, the steam turning into darkness and a hand forms out of the shadows pointing west.
<Cyrus`> "Ah, there we are. Thank you." *nods to the steamy hand*
<AlcarGM> The darkness hangs there a moment.... then fingers brush each other in the universal symbol for 'tip, please'

* Mary_jane`^ looks for growing thing
<AlcarGM> You don't see it.
<Cyrus`> (( is that all you ever think about?! :P ))

<Cyrus`> "How would I attain one?"
<AlcarGM> "Save a damsel in distress? A princess? A prince, if you are inclined. Or desperate for someone to save.
<Cyrus`> "Ah, ok. Regular hero stuff. I can do that. I just need to find some royalty in danger, then."
<AlcarGM> "Anyone in danger can do, of course, and in any world.. And true royalty lies in cottages as well as castles."
<Cyrus`> "Any world? Ah, good, that should make things easier. Probably. Hmm. Thing is, though, I should probably get about getting what I need quickly, since the Sister's problem seems like a rather urgent one. You wouldn't happen to know of any dragons, would you? I suppose I could return to Nottingham and ask Rolodex if she'll be shedding any time soon, but I'm not sure how far that is from here."
<AlcarGM> (( lol. ))
<AlcarGM> (( that would be an interesting request. ))
<Cyrus`> (( "Hey, remember me? That guy that barged in that day, and offhandedly mentioning killing one of your kind? Yeah, well, I need a favor." ))

<AlcarGM> There are no ninjas, fae, or anything else in your apartment. Just the TV. Currently showing the weather channel for Bellona. A nice, clear night with lots of sunshine.....
<Mary_jane`^> "Yes, thank you for the insite.."
* Mary_jane`^ throws her things on the couch and gets ready for bed
* Mary_jane`^ walks over to her bed and flops in it, landing with a thump
<Cyrus`> (( a night with lots of sunshine, Alcar? ))
<AlcarGM> (( .. oops :P ))

* alcar has no idea what to do with the snakes, though I got some ideas on the way home from work.
<Chaos`^> they're fun
<Chaos`^> i like them
<alcar> Yes :P But they WON'T be doing rhyme again. That was hard :)
<Chaos`^> LoL maybe that's what the runes are?
<alcar> Nah, I know what those are.
<alcar> Krishna made it out of his own power, originally. a truth seeking device to determine if he shoud bring judgement on whomever he was around.
<GeminiRai> lol, a note sent to the snakes from the omnicreator "You can talk normally now, that was exhausting."
<alcar> He eventually got really annoyed by the rhyme and just dropped it off down a well :)
<Chaos`^> LoL
<alcar> lol! Tempting, Rai....

<Cyrus`> "Well, I have my ways of getting to hard-to-reach places."
<AlcarGM> Dame Gothel does not seem surprised at all. "Ah, that's what old James thought too. Him and his inventions. We never did find the rest of his body, come to think of it."
<Cyrus`> "...point taken. But I want to at least try."
<AlcarGM> She finishes the tea. "We told him seven league boots were just a story, but he and M insisted on making them. Said it would only take six steps to reach the dragon, at best. and he'd go down in history as Bond James Bond. Never did know why his last name was his first, but a step taking seven leafgues and the scream as he stretched." She shakes her head. "I doubt I'll forget that until the day I die. I believe he caught fire at some point, too

<AlcarGM> The witch watches you leave and checks the tea, eventually feeding some to the blind mice under the floor and watching the die, wondering what you were that the poison didn't take you, since you'd have fed her for a whole winter.
<Cyrus`> X_X

* Cyrus` tries to open the trap door, but checks for hidden traps first! 1d20! Or just opens it.
<AlcarGM> You die!
<Cyrus`> (( Damn! ))

<AlcarGM> He turns towards you anfd the man is gone, replaced by something else close to 40' long and glittering, shades of black you never knew existed flowing and moving like dark water over crystal. It looks more like a chinese dragon, and if it has eyes they are the same colour as it's skin and not visible at all.
<AlcarGM> "A Shaman, eh?" The dragon bends down, looking at you. "Could be. You smell of power, for all you hide it. Hmm. I've never eaten a Shaman before."
<Cyrus`> "Wow. You look very impressive."

<AlcarGM> Well, that was fun. Dragon scale armour is a nice leather jacket. And the dragon hoarded chocolate and watches Survivor.
<AlcarGM> Poor Cyrus :p
<AlcarGM> Though he alone may know the truth of the sudden loss of chocolate all over the world when Survivor is cancelled in 15 years

<AlcarGM> Luna has finished eating and is sleeping on your couch by the time you finish the shower. The water is ice-cold half way through the shower as the building heater gives out.
* Mary_jane`^ screams and rinses off quickly, jumping out "Damnit..." and getting dressed and books ready
* Mary_jane`^ shakes luna lightly "Luna, you wanna sleep in my head? it's probably safer."
<Mary_jane`^> (( Which sounds really wierd ))

<AlcarGM> The professor frowns at you enter, looks at the watch, gets your name and suggets that, next class, you try to actually arrive on time like everyone did, if it's not a bother.
<Mary_jane`^> "Yes sir..." breathing heavilly
<AlcarGM> He nods. Aside from class, the class goes well, though it's slow and dull and you can swear that you hear horses outside from time to time...
* Mary_jane`^ packs her things and heads back home
<Mary_jane`^> (( Wild horses? ))
<AlcarGM> (( oh, no. Just LARP students hunting down the football team ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( LoL ))

<AlcarGM> The lance hits, but breaks. The knight laughs, and chage, preparing to cut the head off of the football player, which might limit his career prospects.
* Cyrus` steps up and readies his spear/trident to parry the blade, which, come to think of it, a trident could be pretty good for.
<Cyrus`> (( you know, catch it between the points. ))
<AlcarGM> You manage to do that easily, dsince the knight in question has never fought with a real sword before, or been in a real fight. He drops the sword and sputs his horse away from you, galloping across campus in search of either a new weapon of an alibi :p
* Cyrus` yells after him. "Now don't let me catch you harrassing people in Bellona again!"
<AlcarGM> (( On the plus side for the knight, the police are unlikely to ask David if he was in 15th century armour trying to run over the captain of the football team like his friend Rick claims ))

* Mary_jane`^ sits down on the couch "Also my brother's infected with something."
<AlcarGM> Luna: "Crabs?"
<Mary_jane`^> "No, some evil thing or good thing... Not sure... But like... I dunno I tought of a virus or something... Something controlled by someone is all I know."
<Mary_jane`^> "I don't think he has crabs atleast."

* Mary_jane`^ leans back "So the knights assaulted the football team?"
<AlcarGM> Vance: "Apparently five or six of the team, by actual knights on horseback," quickly, trying not to blush. "The rest of the team is just .. missing."
<Mary_jane`^> "Maybe they were the knights."
<AlcarGM> Vance: "Huh. Never thought of that..."
<Mary_jane`^> "i'm a unique thinker."
<AlcarGM> Vance: "Would be a really weird way to get rid of teammates you didn't like though. I mean, where does someone get ahold of 15th century armour, and horses?"
<Mary_jane`^> "A magic portal to the 15th century?"
<AlcarGM> Vance: "With knights willing to give up their horses and armour to strangers who probably don't know how to put it on?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Then maybe the knights came out of it and kidnapped half the team and assaulted the others."
<AlcarGM> Luna: "Maybe they bet for the wrong side in a football game and came into the future to exact their vengeance?"
<Mary_jane`^> "I doubt they bet on football in the 15th century."
<AlcarGM> Luna: "Why not? They could have a portal to now. And radios."

* Cyrus` looks up at the spare moon, and really looks hard at it. He tries to find anything Wrong or Different about it.
<AlcarGM> (( spare moon, keep one in your trunk...... ))
<Cyrus`> (( great for cloudy days or when you need that extra bit of light for a night-time stroll or human sacrifice. ))

<Mary_jane`^> "Ok... So we find the queen and talk her out of it? Have you ever tried nagotiating with a fae?"
<AlcarGM> Nora: "No. I dragged you away from those ones in Municiburg, if that counts. I think I was running away, though."
<Mary_jane`^> "Right... Exactly... Any other ideas?"
<AlcarGM> Nora: "We could threaten to ...... I have no idea. Give then an iron acupuncture? Make up a play about them that's really insulting?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Iron accupuncture?"
<AlcarGM> Nora: "Nailgun."

* Cyrus` shuts the combo door behind them, and leaves the castle, thinking about returning to the Real Bellona.
<AlcarGM> Peter blinks a few times at the moonlight and follows. The trip back is harder, as if something *wants* you to remain him, is telling you that this is where you belong, in the stories, in the fantasies....
<AlcarGM> You appear in the real world outside city hall, which is crowded with people demannding to know what is going on. The real mayor, who does look a bit like the bEast, or at least does have a beard*, is trying to say "We have no idea."
<AlcarGM> * the beard is not blue. Honest.

* Cyrus` walks up to you after the class adjourns.
<AlcarGM> You arrive at the class. The topic among the student body is :"what the hell was that last night?" pretty much :
<AlcarGM> Make a save VS Cyrus!
<Cyrus`> (( lol ))
<AlcarGM> You fail. Cyrus walks up to you.
<Cyrus`> "Hey, MJ."
* Mary_jane`^ sneezes as she leaves class, making a bright cloud of something come out of her nose "Excuse me..." Walking out...
<Mary_jane`^> "Huh? Oh, hey."
<AlcarGM> (( Cyrus: "Do you like the moon I made?" ))
<Mary_jane`^> "Oh, something came by to see you the other day... red hat and all that, wanted to know where you were."
<AlcarGM> (( MJ: "Wait, that's him behind you!" *waves* ))
<AlcarGM> (( .... has to stop thinking of ways for the pcs to kill each other :p ))

<Mary_jane`^> "Oh, something came by to see you the other day... red hat and all that, wanted to know where you were."
<Cyrus`> "A Red Cap? oh, dear... It didn't hurt you, did it?"
<Mary_jane`^> "not really... Well yes, but I didn't know where to tell it to go find you so I sent it to hell instead. It'd be nice if you stopped telling immortal assassins where I lived."

<Cyrus`> "So you don't know what put it there?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Put what? Oh the moon? It was the fae."
<Cyrus`> "The Fae again. Okay. Must be related to the Lightbringer issue, then. All the more reason to deal with that soon. So, yeah, I've gotten dragon scale armor and I already had a weapon, so I just need to get a Title so I can help the Sister of Mercy and we can get into Oz."
<Mary_jane`^> "A title?"
<AlcarGM> (( "BUt Nora calls you Dork Boy. Does that count?" ))

<Cyrus`> "I wouldn't say I'm any friend of Robin Hood. I beat him up and threatened him to get him to stop being so greedy and ruining the economy. He wasn't really giving to the poor as much as he was supposed to."
<Mary_jane`^> "Erm... So? You gunna beat up all the greedy people? I suggest you start at HC headquarters."
<Cyrus`> "Greed wasn't the issue, exactly, it was that he wasn't being true to the story."
<Mary_jane`^> "Uuuuh... Ok?"
<Mary_jane`^> "So you beat him up?"
<Cyrus`> "I tried to reason with him first! Even after he shot me. But he was being a pain."
<Mary_jane`^> "Who cares? I mean... he's just a story... Stories change. Everyone knows that."
<Cyrus`> "Well... not always for the better."
<Mary_jane`^> "So? There's always villians in stories... everyone knows that too."
<Cyrus`> "Yeah, there's supposed to be. But the hero isn't supposed to be a villain. Well, there are rare exceptions I'm sure, but in the classic stories that's usually the case."
<Mary_jane`^> "Oh?"
* Cyrus` nods.
<Mary_jane`^> "Ever heard of king arthur?"
<Cyrus`> "What about him?"
<Aerdan> . o O (Tale-telling time :D)
<Cyrus`> (( Yeah, and I've been trying to end this conversation a few times cause its late :P ))

<Chaos`^> that was fun
* tatterdemalion nods. Though MJ is the last person who should be criticizing people for handling situations :p
<Aerdan> :P
<Chaos`^> LoL
<Chaos`^> We just have different points of view on what's important
<Chaos`^> like robin hood stealing from a city... that's minor
* tatterdemalion nods. But important to that city :p
<Chaos`^> lol
<Caltak|InspectEyelidInterior> (( Yeah, Cyrus is less selfish. Just because it doesn't directly effect him doesn't mean it isn't worth fixing. And with that, I'm really gone. ))

<Alicia> ... okay, I just found the most fscked up skill ever
<Caltak> what?
<Alicia> Exalted's Craft(Courtesan)
<Aerdan> usually used in reference to those who roleplay younger characters.
<Alicia> The mind just... boggles
<Alicia> What are you crafting?
<alcar[work]> make up. Powder. Clothing.
<Alicia> At least Craft(War) makes a little bit of sense
<alcar[work]> Yes. It's for politicans who want to make people die :p
<alcar[work]> Craft(War Invitation)
<Alicia> What's funnier... one of the Exalted Charms lets you craft without tools
<Alicia> So you can fight a war without an army
<Alicia> Or... umm... courtesan without... umm... whatever

<AlcarGM> Suit glares at you, the barks: "Did your previous mission strike you as unusual?"
<LiMing> "Yes. I did not get any Chocolate afterwards." <vague disgruntlement>
<AlcarGM> The man stares. Then says, very evenly, "Anything else?"
* LiMing considers.... and shrugs. "Maybe a few things."
<AlcarGM> A deep breath, then: "Elaborate," crisply.
* LiMing considers a little more. "More than a few, maybe. Hmm. Lots of things. No, everything."
<AlcarGM> The suit smiles slightly. "Well, at least one of them has a damned brain. Why did you not abort it?"
<AlcarGM> The scientist winces. "Sir, we made them to obey orders. Not selectively....." he trails off under a glare.
<LiMing> "The mission was operating well within normal operational parameters. Mostly. And when it wasn't we were already coming back anyway."
<AlcarGM> The Suit blinks. "The destruction of several blocks, visibility to to the public, an army, and a failed assasination are within normal parameters?!"
<LiMing> "Of that mission."

<AlcarGM> He starts munching on the bar. "Okay, briefly your last mission wasn't clear by head office. Renegade general found out about the complex, hated the Grek, and got around some slick security protocols. End result is a massive fiasco, though no one blames you. Much."
<LiMing> "What's a fiasco?"
<LiMing> "Is it one of those paintings on a wall?"
<LiMing> "or is that just a Fresco?"
<AlcarGM> Andrews: "It's a screw up. Stealth agents aren't suppossed to make the evening news." he shrugs, sitting down. "But nothing can be done about it,mso we go forward. With ... well ... if you had a choice for a mission, what would you like to do?"
<LiMing> "Eat Chocolate."
<AlcarGM> Nighteyes: "Not have to kill people."
<AlcarGM> Andrews sighs. "Eat chocolate?"
<LiMing> "Oh, you want a Mission mission."
<AlcarGM> He nods. "Yes."

<alcar> next modern game I'm in I have to make a pc with 10 hardened un unnatural, or the equivalent.
<alcar> Just for the sheer amusement value of wandering around being utterly blase about everything, or trying to at least.
<alcar> "Oh, well, sentient genital lice trying to take over your body and rule the world? Well ... I guess that's new. Does is hurt?"
<alcar> Actually, I'm not sure most players would want to be in a game that included "sentient genital lice trying to take over your body"

<Mary_jane`^> "I had a wierd dream."
<AlcarGM> Luna: "More than normal?" dryly.
<Mary_jane`^> "Yeah, actually."
<AlcarGM> Luna looks curious. "What was it?"
<Mary_jane`^> "I'd rather not talk about that part. You just said I looked wierd, I was telling you why."
<AlcarGM> Luna: "It could be important. The moon may have changed things."
<Mary_jane`^> "Erm... I doubt it was like that.. It was about me, and my brother... and sex."
<AlcarGM> She looks unusually serious. Then blinks. "And that's not normal?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Uh... No."
* Mary_jane`^ raises an eyebrow at her "Do you have a brother?"
<AlcarGM> Luna: "No."
<Mary_jane`^> "Nevermind, then... I just wondered if you'd had sex with him."
<AlcarGM> Luna: "I probably would have." SHe frowns. "I wonder if I split, if I'd end up with a brother. I could find out."
<Mary_jane`^> "Uh... No."

<Mary_jane`^> "Ok... Then let's not... Let's do something to keep your mind off of it... Want to go watch some strippers? Hmm... All they have in this town is female's though... Are you a lesbian?"
<AlcarGM> Luna: "I've never found out."
<Mary_jane`^> "That was kind of a joke... I mean... unless you want to go watch female strippers..."
<AlcarGM> Luna: "It depends. I prefer it with skin off. It's more real."
<Mary_jane`^> "That's gross."
<AlcarGM> Luna; "Never know until you try."
<Mary_jane`^> "No, seriously... Skin is real... Trust me.."

<AlcarGM> Luna: "Anyway, I'd rather be .. doing something."
<Mary_jane`^> "Like?"
<AlcarGM> Luna: "Getting my moon back. I wonder if it could be blown up?"
<AlcarGM> Luna: "Or turning that person who sent me into Nothing into a piece of modern art."
* Mary_jane`^ Quit (Ping timeout)
<AlcarGM> Doh!
<AlcarGM> COME BACK! Your boyfriend is being run over by a car!

<AlcarGM> (( is now pondering the efficacy of ninja strippers ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( How would the ninja know I was going to a strip club? ))
<AlcarGM> (( Well, some of them must have jobs besides installing cable. But I was thinking more in general. Stripper Ninjas: The series! ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( Uhm... ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( I'll pretend you never said that ))

* alcar once played a Conspiracy X game where my pc had a grenade thrown into his chest... .and took no damage.
* Alicia laughs
<Alicia> I'm reminded of D&D stupidity, like the barbarians who shove daggers into their foreheads to intimidate because "it's only 1d4 damage"
<alcar> lol!
<alcar> Never had a player try that one....
<alcar> but it DOES make sense :p

<Mary_jane`^> "These people are insane..."
<AlcarGM> Voice: "I'm not insane! My name is Chris, and you're my character damn you." .... or not :p
<AlcarGM> (( though the idea of the players and GM being locked up in a mental ward in the game is strangely compelling ))

<Mary_jane`^> "You shouldn't even be here..."
<AlcarGM> Gretel flinches. "Then whwere should I be?" coldly, power in her and around her. A house.. an oven....
<AlcarGM> Nora: "We're looking for the circle, not to be ... eaten by an oven....." she grins wickedly. "Oh, oven......?" and her power begins to fill the air, calling to it....
<AlcarGM> Gretel: "What -what are you doing?!"
<Mary_jane`^> "Back in your own little fairy tale... Hi, I'm from the real world.. the one where truth is a natural thing? Yeah... Nice to meet you... I imagine stories don't like truth because TRUTH HURTS. Go home, if you don't want to see the truth then you don't belong here."
<AlcarGM> Nora: "I'm seducing the oven of course. We could use a new one."
<Mary_jane`^> "uhg... Nora, no fighting, remember?"
<AlcarGM> Gretel: "We have no home to go to, and your truth can't hurt. You lie," coldly....." but the power aroound her is sluggingly fading, moving.
<AlcarGM> Nora: "I'm not fighting. I'm just seducing an oven."

<Mary_jane`^> "Stop seducing the oven... I don't want to take you to a burn ward..."

<Mary_jane`^> "She may be cleaver but she isn't very smart."
<AlcarGM> (( .... I hope that was a typo. But if not, it's an interesting idea :) ))

<Mary_jane`^> "COME OUT COME OUT!"
<AlcarGM> Nora: "Maybe you're scaring them away."
<Mary_jane`^> "I don't scare anyone these days..."
<AlcarGM> Nora: "Hello? Lots of magic."
<AlcarGM> Nora: "DO you think most people could make the whole park light up?"
<AlcarGM> Tad preens :p
* Mary_jane`^ sighs
<Mary_jane`^> "Well, they're usually insane or stupid... Stupid people aren't scared of anything..."
<AlcarGM> Tad: "I could - oh, shi ----" silence. Something HITS your wards. Hard. Power, and a lot of it.
<Mary_jane`^> "See?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Here it comes... Hrm... YOu know the last time he said that... Hrm... Oops."

* Mary_jane`^ smiles and walks for the phone
<AlcarGM> She just nods. and leaves.
<AlcarGM> 3d5
<sparkie> AlcarGM 3d5: 13
<AlcarGM> err.
<AlcarGM> 4d6
<sparkie> AlcarGM 4d6: 10
<AlcarGM> Yoiu make it to the phone easily.

<AlcarGM> The ninja sighs. "What's your TV, then? It already has cable, and we didn't hook it up."
<Cyrus`> "It does? Oh, that's new. It probably has something to do with my... well, let's say generator. It's a bit unique. But as far as I know, my TV was normal before I brought it here."
<AlcarGM> He nods, then says: "Thanks." Goes to the window, then stops. "Uh . .what are you? I mean, why did you see me? I'll have to tell my supervisor about it.
<Cyrus`> "Shaman in training."
<AlcarGM> Ninja: "Oh. You're native?"
<AlcarGM> he looks around for discarded beer bottle surreptitiously, hoping you seeing him is really DTs

<AlcarGM> It looks like a TV. It's TVness is very evident. When you look at it more intently, it turns itself on to static, and youget the feeling someone - or some thing - is watching you
* Cyrus` makes faces at it experimentally.
<AlcarGM> A voice whispes through the static...
<AlcarGM> All you know I know: veering plans and desk clerks glancing at the clock before lunch; shadows cowling at light ringed mirrors and freight elevator ghosts grinding a thumbful of grease on a steel handle; student riots; know that the dark woman Marked shook her heads last week because in six months prices have risen outlandishly, how sextastes after you've held it in your mouth, cold a whole minute.
* Cyrus` tries to make it out.
<AlcarGM> it trails off into silence.
<Cyrus`> "Hmm."
<Cyrus`> "WEll, that was freaky."
<Cyrus`> "You know, you're really not making me trust television any more than I did."

<AlcarGM> that was fun, tho :)
<AlcarGM> it's hard ot interrogate over the phone when your mom is asking you to take out the garbage

<AlcarGM> The phone rings again, 10 minutes later.
* Cyrus` was scribbling some more ideas, and picks it up. "Yes?"
<AlcarGM> Voice: "I assume you never called them?" mockingly. "Or whoever your parents really are?"
<Cyrus`> "Look, you need to lay off the narcotics."
<AlcarGM> Voice: "I know you are not Cyrus. You are not who you claim you ..... are.... "
<Cyrus`> "If I'm not Cyrus, then it's news to me. If you manage to find out who I *am* instead of who I'm *not,* then get back to me." *hangs up*
<AlcarGM> Voice: "You ..aren't ..... " a gasp ... then: "I'm .. busy right now. Really .. .busy..... stop doing that.... please......?" another gasp. "I'm ..serious now. I'm on the .... ooh .. phone.. MJ ..stop..."hangs up*
<Cyrus`> (( x_x ))
<AlcarGM> (( *smiles evilly* ))
<Cyrus`> (( I guess we can assume that got in before I hung up ))
<Cyrus`> (( because its evil. ))

* Mary_jane`^ searches for the staff with her mind again "This is way off..."
<AlcarGM> You feel it, or something at least, to your left. And something else... like an echo ...
* Mary_jane`^ turns left "This way..."
<AlcarGM> Tad: "uhm, boss? I just felt myself."
<Cyrus`> (( "There will be time for that later, Tad." ))
<AlcarGM> (( lol ))

<Mary_jane`^> "Bad news all around... Let's hurry."
<AlcarGM> Tad: "Like I'm other there, too., but not me. Close... like .. .a diferent version?"
<AlcarGM> Jeeves: "What is it?" calmly.
<Mary_jane`^> "Well even though I wasn't born in this world... I still was."
<AlcarGM> Jeeves: "And meeting yourself would be bad?"
<Cyrus`> (( obviously. alternate reality versions are invariably evil twins. :P ))
<AlcarGM> (( or at least you can wish they are :p ))
<Mary_jane`^> "Well, considering the people I may be, yes."
<AlcarGM> Fenrir gives you a thoughtful look.
<AlcarGM> Nora: "like what?"
<Mary_jane`^> "I mean, it could be good, but let's not take the chances..."
<AlcarGM> She nods. "Right. But I'm not eating your soul."
<Mary_jane`^> "Well it won't be the first time I've killed myself.."

<AlcarGM> He sighs, and towels off his hair. "There;s a tv god? Wow. Do the other appliances have one?"
<Cyrus`> "Nah, I doubt it. Most other appliances don't get the same level of attention a TV does, even if they get used almost as much."
<AlcarGM> (( the microwave god: "I am the ... " *ding* "..... damn." ))
<AlcarGM> (( the microwave god: "You! Get back here!" ))

* Mary_jane`^ looks up and down the glass field
<AlcarGM> it's currently empty, though the remaining buildings might have people - or at least things - in them.
* Mary_jane`^ walks into the glass city "Just walk and try not to attract too much attention..."
<AlcarGM> And so a truthseer, a demon, the fenrir wolf and a man in a trenchcoat with enough weapons to finance a few small wars walk across the remains of Municburg and 'try not to attract too much attention '.. and we end the session!

<AlcarGM> Motivational Man!
<AlcarGM> He does motivational speeches that no one can ignore! People hearing his speeches become better workers, more efficient, and generally better people all around. He can only use the power when he is happy and wanting to make other people happy and cheerful. The power lasts for 10 minutes, or longer if he continues his pep talk.
<Mary_jane`^> lol
<Mary_jane`^> all motivational speeches work about that way
<Mary_jane`^> what makes him 'super'?
<AlcarGM> who said anything does? :p
<AlcarGM> he's convinced he's a superhero :)
<Mary_jane`^> someone give him a nice pep talk that 'anyone can be super'?

<AlcarGM> The Procrastinator
<AlcarGM> He has the power to never finish anything he begins.This power coud actually be useful, since things around him simply don't finish (like countdowns on bombs), but since he's never finished anything he began he's completely unaware that it's a superpower
<AlcarGM> After being kidnapped by an evil mutant-hating ground, The W Men, he learned he had the power to not finish things, but he never got around to learning much about it (well, he began to.....). he also has a half finished costume, loist in the closet he began to clean a while back.
<Cyrus`> heh, nifty
* AlcarGM nods. Would be fun to rp :)
<Mary_jane`^> not really
<Mary_jane`^> i mean, I'd start to rp him...
<Cyrus`> I would try to RP that, except I have this policy about not RPing characters who are too close to how I really am. :P

<AlcarGM> Okay.. we let off with municiburg a giant nuclear magickal waste (this is serious, because of the k in magic). And four very unique people about to cross it and try to be inconscpiuous.

<AlcarGM> The leader draws himself up ... andNora smiles at me. He blinks a few times, rather dazed, and decided to find somewher . . quiet :p And private. Where he won't be interrupted
<Mary_jane`^> me? you?
<Mary_jane`^> Nora is seducing the GM
<AlcarGM> Err... him...
<Mary_jane`^> yeah...
<AlcarGM> otherwise this would be aREALLY weird session :p

<Aerdan> . o O (Try sayin' the word on the staff? >.>)
<Mary_jane`^> (( The trouble is, I don't know how it's pronounced =p ))
<Aerdan> . o O (So look for the pronunciation?)
<Mary_jane`^> (( It was hard enough to know what the word actually meant... I doubt it could be uttered by a mortal tongue =p ))
<Aerdan> . o O (So use a nonmortal tongue. *cough*)
<Mary_jane`^> (( I would, but I haven't figured out how to do that yet ))
<Aerdan> . o O (Maybe one of your allies...?)
<Mary_jane`^> (( Fenrir has already said it's beyond him ))
<Aerdan> . o O (True, but he's not the only ally you have.)
<Mary_jane`^> (( Nora can't, Jeeves is a human, Kiesha is mortal, Luna is busy pretending to be mortal, Gabe is human mostly, Jacob is busy being tyler, Clotho is busy having sex... ))

<AlcarGM> She sighs, slumping in the seat. "Have you ever wanted to tear out Vance's throat? or, uhm, the human equivalent?"
<Mary_jane`^> "There's a human equivalent?"
<AlcarGM> Kiesha: "Uhm .... being really mad and wanting to hurt him? Like .. " she frowns. "Not ripping his head off, but ... simliare? Hitting him with a rolled up newspaper?"
* Mary_jane`^ turns to Kiesha
<Mary_jane`^> "No, not Vance... He was trained well before I got to him."

<AlcarGM> Standing by himself and waiting for you sitting on a rock is Harold Wordsworth the Fourteenth, Enforce for the Circle, Warden of the High Peak, Holder of the Staff of Suren, Lord of the Seven Thames, Wizard of the Blue, Wielder of the 9 rods of Dominion, Protector of the Lost Word, and Holder of the (a) Grail. He's holding his staff in one hand and looks bored.
<Mary_jane`^> did he gain a few titles?
<AlcarGM> (( Of course :) I can't introduce him much longer .I'm running out of titles to add :p ))

<Mary_jane`^> "What does the circle think it can get out of the staff?"
<AlcarGM> Harold: "Power, of course. Enough power to make the magic do their bidding, to make the world Right." he smiles sardonically. "Of course, that would mean right for them, naturally.'
* Mary_jane`^ begins feeding the staff power, since they're in the zoo anyway
<AlcarGM> The staffd beings to take on a pale blue light.
<Mary_jane`^> "That's what Merlin wanted with the grail.. and heaven, ofcourse."
<AlcarGM> Harold: "That, of course, was not a secret. Anyone could have guessed that."
<Mary_jane`^> "I was hoping there was some darker secret behind the obvious."
<AlcarGM> Harold: "There seldom is. People are quite simple about what they want, by and large."
<Mary_jane`^> "Too true."
<AlcarGM> (( Harold has obviously never browsed fetish porn. ))

<Keith> 3#1d3
<sparkie> Keith 3#1d3: 1 2 3
<Keith> oh now thats real desisive
<Keith> 3#1d3
<sparkie> Keith 3#1d3: 1 3 2
<Keith> ???
<Keith> 3#1d3
<sparkie> Keith 3#1d3: 1 2 3
<Keith> 3#1d3
<sparkie> Keith 3#1d3: 1 2 3

<Mary_jane`^> "Ah, another threat..." Without so much as a warning, pulling the power keeping her together that was MJ's to begin with
<AlcarGM> The power returns. Your clone gives a slight gasp of pain and looks a little fuzzy around the edges, but nothing else.
* Mary_jane`^ smiles and laughs lightly "You've grown."
<AlcarGM> Tad: "Er. Point of order: this is her locii. She's ... majorly strong here. Uhm. And trying to ..... seduce me?" in an amused tone.
<AlcarGM> She returns the smile, her laugh sensual. "Oh, yes. In ways you'd never dream of. You're afraid of your power. I, am not."
<Mary_jane`^> "Ah, yes... However the house is still standing."
<AlcarGM> She smiles. "That's because we haven't started yet."
* Mary_jane`^ looks for her source of power, whatever is linking her with the house... They always have a rune or a symbol or pentagram linking them... Only humans can link without that.. right?
<AlcarGM> She seems to have bound herself TO the house. She IS the link. Hence, it being her source, and part of her. She made herself into a magician....
<AlcarGM> You have no idea how she could be separated without a) a lot of damage and (more importantly) b) your mom at least noticing something
<Mary_jane`^> Bah, forget that... I'll pretend there was a bomb in her tub

<AlcarGM> The clone smiles. "You want to play hard? I could tear this entire building down around you."
<Mary_jane`^> "But you won't, because it is your power."
<AlcarGM> Clone: "It won't be if you destroy me now, will it?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Well, a falling house won't hurt me."
* Mary_jane`^ points to her head "I've launched through a few cement walls before."
<AlcarGM> Clone: "It will your mother, and brother...." A binding attempts to hold you, but you're not male and Tad snaps it apart with a snicker.
<Mary_jane`^> "What about them? No one lives forever. I've changed since the battle, I'm going to outlive them anyway.. Why not get unatatched early?"
<GeminiRai> You're supposed to wait until *after* something swiftly kills everyone you care about to become a crazy hardened immortal.
<Mary_jane`^> lol i'm bluffing =p
<AlcarGM> Gemm - lies! For best effect, BE the thing that kills everyone you care about :p

<Mary_jane`^> "If you want to live, then you will have to give in."
<AlcarGM> Clone: "To what?!"
<Mary_jane`^> "For one you'll have to stop fucking my brother and stealing his power!"
<AlcarGM> Clone: ".... what if he wants me to?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Then atleast don't steal his power."
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "He doesn't .... not inside, where it matters. He was 10. He was becoming a teenager. It could have been Nora. His own mother. Any woman. Anyone willing, because he never thought anyone would.... his hormones spoke, not him. And your guilt and games and the shame kept it going..."
<AlcarGM> Clone: "Then . .then what do I do?"
<Mary_jane`^> "What do you WANT to do?"
<AlcarGM> Clone: "TO BE FREE!"
<AlcarGM> Snake1 to snake2: "My hormones never speak." Snake2: "You you have no idea how happy that makes me brother."

<Mary_jane`^> "I'm sure Gabe can come up with a few conselors you can talk to... that can keep the magic secret to themselves... Do you want that?"
* Mary_jane`^ looks up and at her mom "We're fine... just talking... Can we be alone?"
<AlcarGM> ASnne nods, and goes inside.
* Mary_jane`^ turns to Sal
<AlcarGM> Sal: "That ... might be best. I ...." His fists clench. "I'm ... sorry. I should never have. Ever. It .. was sick. And wrong."
<Mary_jane`^> "She had the power of a succubus... she could have seduced a cucumber..."
<AlcarGM> (( Sal: "Huh? the clone? No, I'm talking about your barbies I hid from you and crucified when you were six." ))

<AlcarGM> The wards are strong, and burn, rain smoking at it hits them.
<Mary_jane`^> "Hmm... Wards..."
<AlcarGM> Nora: "Charming." She looks the wards over. "Wow. You should be a demon, you know. You have this knack for making enemies."
<AlcarGM> Tad: "Half of this is meant to stop us. Err. At least half. And that's not including the ones on the house proper.
<Mary_jane`^> "No... And for the record, this doesn't count as heated."
* Mary_jane`^ pushes power into the wards to break them
<AlcarGM> Nora: "Oh, come oh. At least *some* of those have to be lethal. You owe me twenty bucks."
<Mary_jane`^> "No, this was up before we made the bet... This was from last time."

<AlcarGM> Gregory: "A question, nephew. Did she try and kill you? and if not, who?" There's power in it, forcing an answer.
<AlcarGM> Vance: "It was black cars. Four of them, just . .came down the street, as if out of thin air. I don't know why. You can leave now."
* Mary_jane`^ smiles at Greg
<AlcarGM> He, naturally, doesn't smile. "Then I will have to find out."
<Mary_jane`^> "Great! See you later."
<AlcarGM> Vance: "It -"
<AlcarGM> Gregory reaches out with one hand ..and sticks his fingers right through Vance's forehead into his head.
<Mary_jane`^> "Oh, wait, this is the part where you stop, Greg."

<AlcarGM> the phone rings.
<Mary_jane`^> "AH..."
* Mary_jane`^ checks the ID and answers it
<AlcarGM> "What have you done?" Gregory demands, Not Happy At All.
<AlcarGM> (( you can tell, cuz of Baliadoc Patended Caps. ))

<Mary_jane`^> "Nora, Can you do something for me?"
<AlcarGM> She grins. "Depends what it is."
<Mary_jane`^> "Heh, nothing you'll like, I"m sure... It's just... I don't trust those kids that Luna's hanging out with.. They threttened us by baking.. I think they're just... Trying to get her into the oven..."
<AlcarGM> Nora: "Well, yeah. But it's Luna we're talking about. I don't care how weak she is - would ANYONE want to eat her?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Yes... They're as insane as she could ever be."
<Mary_jane`^> "I just have a bad feeling... and when I have a bad feeling, it's usually right."
<AlcarGM> (( well, yes. becuse the GM is evil. ))
<AlcarGM> Nora: ".... you want me to make sure two children from a fairy tale don't burn the soul of the moon in an oven?"
<Mary_jane`^> (( she gets her feelings from me because i know you ))
<Mary_jane`^> "Exactly... Trust me, the oven is more powerful than it looks, I think Mimir used to live in their house and ate children..."
<AlcarGM> (( :p ))

<Mary_jane`^> the sad thing is, MJ only knows death magic because that's all that's been done on her =p

<AlcarGM> The library is the only part of the town standing, at the moment. He rest is being rebuilt by, well, naked elves.
<Mary_jane`^> "...Where did these elves come from?"
* Mary_jane`^ creates a fountain at the center, and a bench to sit on, but sits on the ground instead
<Mary_jane`^> "So if you're supposed to be male, and these elves are naked and male... does that make you gay?"
<AlcarGM> Tad blinks. "Oh, them. I'm not sure why they're here. You probably need to get laid. Besides, I only look male anyway."
<Mary_jane`^> "Yeah, I suppose... But they're good scenery... Make them make the town... Mythical industrial... elfin.. That'll be interesting.."

<Mary_jane`^> "When is it?"
<AlcarGM> Gabe shrugs. "Three house, real time."
<Mary_jane`^> "What?"
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "In three house."
<Mary_jane`^> "What the hell is a house."
<AlcarGM> err, hours. Sorry.
<Mary_jane`^> ROFLMAO
* AlcarGM has no damn clue WHY I wrote house twice :P

<Chaos`^> and scales but that's kind of stupid
<alcar> Yes :P
<Chaos`^> besides, the scales represent judgement, and that's another step up ;)
<alcar> Scales, and start asking for hearts and a feather.
<Chaos`^> LoL
<Chaos`^> the sad part is that i understand that joke =(
* alcar laughs. How is that sad?!
<Chaos`^> I know too much about history because i sit on my computer too much =p

<GeminiRai> These sort of weird coincidences happen all the time though. People can't just up and die without someone stumbling across them at a pivotal moment.

<AlcarGM> Okay... we left off with MJ about to take on the terrible task of eating cafeteria food in a hospital.
<AlcarGM> The dice bot demands rolls for food poisoning, but we can ignore it. Vance's father is sleeping (more or less) on a chair, Vance is upstairs min the remains of a room you severely redecorated, and the jello is actually not that bad.
<Mary_jane`^> yep
* Mary_jane`^ eats the green jello and stares at it for a bit, wondering what magic makes it stay together like a solid, even though it looks liquid...
<AlcarGM> Kiesha wolfs down a burger. Gabe, wisely, just has water.
<LiMing> (if you must know.... the magic of gelatin, a translucent brittle solid substance, colorless or slightly yellow, nearly tasteless and odorless, which is created by prolonged boiling of animal skin and connective tissue.)
<LiMing> (On a commercial scale, gelatin is made from by-products of the meat and leather industry, mainly pork skins, pork and cattle bones, or split cattle hides.)
<Mary_jane`^> (( I know how geletin is made.. it was a joke >< ))

<Caltak> hows it goin? :D
<AlcarGM> Is going good, but work has lead to busy end of shifts :(
<AlcarGM> wehich means the weekend sessions of this game end up rather late, your time. But, aside from that, life is food. You?
<AlcarGM> Err, life is good.
<Caltak> lol, life is food.

<Mary_jane`^> "Expose his affair with his wife?"
<AlcarGM> Kiesha: "How does someone have a affair with their own wife?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Uhg... Nevermind."

<AlcarGM> You reach the top of the hil. What looks like a giant rock made out out of trasyh is there, with eyes. And claws. And sharp teeth, since it has quite a few mouths.
<Mary_jane`^> "Talk about low self esteem..." Quietly to herself
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "Uh .. yeah....."
<AlcarGM> The creature growls, in different notes. It doesn't move, yet, but you suspect it's faster than it looks. It'd have to be.
<Mary_jane`^> "This isn't where we're meeting is it?"
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "About half an hour walking past this, I think."
* Mary_jane`^ walks around the trash heap without a word
<AlcarGM> It moves in front, splitting into two as it does so.
* Mary_jane`^ stops "Ok..."
* Mary_jane`^ sets Gabe down "I'm really not in the mood for this." Searching her folds for the sword, drawing it after a bit of searching
<AlcarGM> The creature blinks, looking a bit worried.
<Mary_jane`^> "If you move now, no one gets hurt."
<AlcarGM> The creature considers that, then moves a clawed arm to rip your face off :P

<AlcarGM> The girl wakes up witha yawn, watches them argue, and wanders over to you. She's thin, definitely homeless, mexican. And grins. "Hi! It's nice to someone knew here."
<Mary_jane`^> "Hi... How are you?"
<AlcarGM> She grins. "Bored. They just talk a lot."
<Mary_jane`^> "Doesn't surprise me."
<AlcarGM> London is saying something about energy conservation and applied metathermodynamics.
<Mary_jane`^> "Do they actually get anything done?"
<AlcarGM> She nods. "Mostly banishing people for saying they get nothing done. But they are important. Cities being angry with people is bad, even if they are other cities. New York learned that with the whole world trade centre. Baghdad might not be much, but it's old. And had genies."
<AlcarGM> (( see? It WAS Saddam's fault. ))

<AlcarGM> Gabe: "He's in critical care. We'd need a healer. A good one."
<Mary_jane`^> "Yeah... Where's jake when you need him..."
* Mary_jane`^ sighs and thinks "I know of a saint.. but she can't heal... No idea."
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "He's in a psychiatric hospital."
<Mary_jane`^> "He's WHAT? WHERE!? When were you going to tell me!? I thought Tyler would just... forget about it... Like a coma!"
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "Was looking for people for your brother, earlier. Fou d out about him by accident. And was going to today, but we've been busy. It sort of slipped my mind."
<AlcarGM> Kiesha: ".... okay. Maybe we DON'T go with a healer in a loony bin?"
* Mary_jane`^ runs her fingers through her hair "Damnit... This day can't get any worse..."
* the_computer perks up.
<Mary_jane`^> "No, Tyler couldn't do anything if he wanted..."
* the_computer readies dice.

<AlcarGM> Kiesha just nods. "Do you love him?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Oh yes, I think I do..."
<AlcarGM> Kiesha: "How do you know?"
* Mary_jane`^ shrugs "It's hard to describe... Just... I feel special around him."
<AlcarGM> Kiesha: "That's it?"
<AlcarGM> She looks disappointed :P
<Mary_jane`^> "No, the rest is really hard to describe, and I"m not going to even try.. Better people than me have failed at describing love."
<sparkie> it's when you want to burn someone alive but you don't.
* sparkie wants a prize.
<Mary_jane`^> no that's marriage

<AlcarGM> The door is opened by a tired orderly in a white lab coat, reading "Doug" in it. He's thin, bespecaled, pale, and a vampire. "Oh, you're the .... doctor?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Ofcourse I'm the doctor."
<AlcarGM> He looks yo over, then shrugs and hands you a clipboard. "Sign here. We've got Mr. Smith on the fifth floor. With the ... difficult .. cases."
* Mary_jane`^ signs '/////' on the board
<Mary_jane`^> (( Doctor's slant =p ))

<AlcarGM> He looks at you, his eyes blue from edge to edge now, burning with fire. "You are a truthseer."
* Mary_jane`^ looks up from her notes "And what is a truthseer Mr. Smith?"
<AlcarGM> He blinks, looking surprised for the first time. "YOu are lying," in an accusing tone. "How can you lie?"
<Mary_jane`^> "And how do you know I'm lieing?"
<AlcarGM> Andrew Smith: "Truthseers should never lie. You're weak."
<AlcarGM> He laughs, a little sadly. "You think he loves you. But he doesn't know you. He's never killed like you. He thinks you're a good person. A nice person."
<Mary_jane`^> "Yes, well I haven't been admitted to a mental hospital..." Writing down 'shows signs of god complex' on her sheet "Tell me about yourself Mr. Smith."

<Mary_jane`^> "He's in the mental hospital because he's been having dreams of me torchering him."
<AlcarGM> Gabe "Oh ... you haven't, I take it?" with a straight face.
<Mary_jane`^> "It's a future."

<AlcarGM> Tyler turns towards you. "You .. I .. I've seen you," slowly,carefully.
<Mary_jane`^> "No, you've only seen me in dreams... But not all dreams are true."
<AlcarGM> Tyler: "Mine are. They always happen." He shudders, not seeing you but rather some inward hell. "always."
<Mary_jane`^> "Your dreams are just possible futures based off of wierd maths embedded in your head."
<Mary_jane`^> "They're not set in stone, they are just the most likely to happen."
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "Way tomake him feel better," as he comes back over.

<AlcarGM> Tyler enters the room. Dan is there, pacing back and forth. Kiesha is just lounging against the wall and nods when you enter.
<AlcarGM> Tyler stops, looking at Chesed and Geburah above the bed with a puzzled expression of faint recognition, then dismisses it and looks at Vance. "Uhm. How do I heal him?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Hmm... Let's see... Jake did it by, well first he just kind of willed it to happen... if that didn't work he used contact, plus will... And if that didn't work he just told the wounds to Heal... Never got farther than that."
<AlcarGM> Tyler: "Told them to .. uh. .. right..." He walks over, putting his hands on Vance's chest. "Heal ..... please?"
<AlcarGM> Dan: "THIS is yor healer?" a bit disbelievingly.
<AlcarGM> Kiesha: "Hey, he just got out of the asylum. Give him time."
<AlcarGM> Strangely,that doesn't seem to comfort Vance's father :p

<AlcarGM> The snake .. is bigger, here. It had 4 legs. Wings. A long tail, and is now black, but not a boring black ..more thousands of shades of black glittering like dark mirrors. Burning white eyes regard you coldly as the dragon, a good 3 stories tall, looms over you
<Mary_jane`^> "Huh... Who the hell are you?"
<AlcarGM> The dragon looks down at you. "My name .... is ..... Fred."
<Mary_jane`^> "Fred?"
<AlcarGM> The dragon nods.
<Mary_jane`^> "Uh-huh... What are you doing here Fred?"
<AlcarGM> It somehow seemsa a bit less menacing now. Fred just isn't that much of a dangerous name, really.
<AlcarGM> Fred the Dragon: "Killng anyone who comes looking for the King."
<Mary_jane`^> "Uh... Why?"
<AlcarGM> Fred the Dragon: "Because I owed him a favour, and this is the favour. I trust you will leave? I don't actually like killing. It's more a hobby."
<Mary_jane`^> "It must have been a big favor, I mean... you're risking your life out here."
<AlcarGM> Fred stares at you as if you're stupid. "I very muchn doubt that, mortal. *I* am a dragon."

<Mary_jane`^> "Dragons can die... How do you think Ygg became eldest? He's stupid and... weak."
<AlcarGM> Fred: "Ygg is a coward, and a fool. When the revolution comes, he will be the first against the horde!"

<AlcarGM> You thrust. The dragon moves, but not quite fast enough. The other dragon images vanish, and Fred moves back slowly, blood dripping from a nasty gash through one wing.
* Mary_jane`^ is trying her hardest...
* Mary_jane`^ turns to Fred
<AlcarGM> Fred: "You actually *hurt* me....." He looks astonished.
<AlcarGM> He begins to circle you slowly, warily.
<Mary_jane`^> "He wouldn't have sent just anyone to take care of a fisher king.."
<Mary_jane`^> "You can leave now... Perhaps we may both survive."
<AlcarGM> Fred: "Leave? Nonsense! This is the most fun I've had in centuries!"
<Mary_jane`^> "You're insane, aren't you?"
<AlcarGM> Fred: "Isn't everyone?"

<AlcarGM> Tad: "We could try blood magic. His blood is on the ground....."
<Mary_jane`^> "I've never done blood magic with someone else's blood."
<AlcarGM> Tad: "Maybe we should start?" a little desperately.
<Mary_jane`^> "Don't be so scared... We've been through alot worse with alot less..."
<AlcarGM> Fred the Dragon: "How ... interesting." He breaks the spell with a thought, looking you over thoughtfully.
<AlcarGM> Tad: "Err ... right. Remind me of one?"
* Mary_jane`^ tries to use the blood on the ground to call some of the old magic to bind the dragon...
<Mary_jane`^> "Well... When I think of it, I'll tell you. You just need to remain calm.. That's how people get killed, by panicking."

<AlcarGM> You limp,a nd reach the fae glamour around the street and home. It's a bit bigger now.
<AlcarGM> More intricate. And definitely airmed to keep you out. He also removed the message you wrote :P
* Mary_jane`^ shoves the staff in the ward and twists it sideways violently, breaking it...
<Mary_jane`^> (( It being realative to which is stronger =p ))

<Mary_jane`^> "Please tell me you're worn out from trying to take your city back."
<AlcarGM> Sam Kidd: "You are getting to be very annoying, you know. Bellona IS mine. And you are NOT welcome here."
<Mary_jane`^> "I don't care. I came on the request of the chained god. He demands justice."
<AlcarGM> Sam Kidd:L "How ... melodramatic. I don't know any such god. I do know that Fred should have killed you. He was good enough to, after all, unless there is much more to you than I thought."
<AlcarGM> He is looking at your breats, natch.

<AlcarGM> You walk upstairs, and into the apartment. Nora looks rather relieved. "It's not midnight... you manage to get to him?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Yeah, but I had to fight a dragon.. it was pretty gorey..."
<Mary_jane`^> "By the way, I can't lie anymore."
<AlcarGM> Nora: "Oh. Well, don't call your mom anytime soon, then."

<Mary_jane`^> If you'sk me I th'k it's him, he seems sh-shady! He pos'd y'r'dad with blood m'gk! Seems t'me like he'd want s'mone dead... m'be me. But th'guard was 'fter you so I don' think it was him, could've been th'person he ment'nd th't might've killed you from before, who was he talk'n bout?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Doesn' matter much to me who he was reffr'n too i jus think he should fin' other waysof gettin' informat'n."
<Mary_jane`^> "You know it's bright in here I think I'm going outside."
<AlcarGM> (( .... what? :p ))
* Mary_jane`^ stands up and walks for the door
<AlcarGM> (( please don't use the internet language changers :) ))
<AlcarGM> Vance follows, throwing his coffee in the garbage. Nora says to have fun.
<Mary_jane`^> (( That isn't an internet language changer, that's the product of too much caffeen in the span of about 10 minutes =p ))
<AlcarGM> (( ..... ))

<AlcarGM> Vance: "... and I thought having a car try and kill me was .. bad. How many times have people tried to kill you?!"
<AlcarGM> (( Pauses the game for half an hour for the player to come to a total :p ))

<AlcarGM> Luna: "Oh, the sun is out." She scowls at it.
<Mary_jane`^> "You haven't spoken with him?"
<AlcarGM> Luna: "We don't talk."
<Mary_jane`^> "You might want to consider it. He's trying to blow up the world."
<AlcarGM> Luna: "Oh, that. He tries that a lot. He only managed it with one world. The rest have defences now.:
<Mary_jane`^> "He's been trying every night for the last week."
<AlcarGM> Luna: "Then he needs a new hobby."

<Mary_jane`^> "A curse.. She was about to die."
<AlcarGM> Luna: "Fae don't die. Well. Not normally... so, what was it? Don't you remember it?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Ofcourse I don't remember it, I was busy watching a fae die."
<AlcarGM> Luna: "WHAT?!"
<AlcarGM> She glares at you.
<Mary_jane`^> "What?"
<AlcarGM> Luna: "How can you not remember it?"
<Mary_jane`^> "There was a fae, with blood and... Whatever fae look like when they're not people... I mean... She was dieing and she looked like energy with blood and she ws telling me there was nothing I could do and I was mad, then she started talking about this curse."
<AlcarGM> Luna: "... so what did she say?!"
<AlcarGM> she looks ready to shake you :)
<Mary_jane`^> "It was really rather climactic and there were alot of words..."
<AlcarGM> (( now I want to write a fantasy stotry about a Prophecied Hero . .who zoned out during the big prophecy speech :p ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( =p ))

<Mary_jane`^> "Alright..." Clearing her throat.. "It went something like this:
<Mary_jane`^> Queen of Air and Darkness, whose name I dare not utter. Queen before the Queen and King--First of the eldest, last of those who saved us. You go too far. I curse you in the prescense of a mortal, of those who have shed blood and power. The Riders will hunt you, the Third Act will end you and may you find no sanctuary in this or any domain
<Mary_jane`^> (unless freely given and your powers be stripped by the lies you have woven.) With my death in the pressence of a truthseer I swear it."
<Mary_jane`^> "Although it was different, because she was stuttering and dieing."
<AlcarGM> Luna: "I hope the stuttering doesn't ruin it."
<Mary_jane`^> "I don't think so, it actually put emphasis on some words."
<AlcarGM> She frowns. "The problem is .who is the queen? Is it you?"
<Mary_jane`^> "When you're dieing and coughing and stuttering your final curse, I'll be sure to remind you not to stutter."
<AlcarGM> Luna: "Because that would complicate things."

<SuperNinjaGirl> I want to be a Ninjitsumancer
* sparkie is now known as SuperDuperNinjaBot
<SuperNinjaGirl> The paradox of the ninjitsumancer is that they must be extremely flashy and cool, yet not be noticed
<alcar[away]> naked.
<SuperNinjaGirl> Is that even possible? To be visibly awesome, yet NOT BE NOTICED?
<alcar[away]> Of course. *I* am not noticed by people all the time!

<AlcarGM> The train shudders and creaks. Something heavy lands on the roof, and a voice hisses: "Prettty foods, all inside... Precious. Lots of protiens. And nutrients. And food groups. Like scream, and beg, and pleads Yes.."
<Mary_jane`^> "What the hell is on the train?"
<AlcarGM> Voice: "My precious. All good and gooey in the centre. Like rolos. Eat you all up. Good to the last drops..."
* Mary_jane`^ looks at the conductor "is this normal?"
<AlcarGM> Conductor: "No idea." He raises his voice. "We'll have none of that. This is the Last Train, and it's protected. So get lost."
<AlcarGM> He nods. "Something always tries to get in.
<AlcarGM> Voice: "But it's my birthday," in a whine, a fist making a rather large indent into the roof.
<AlcarGM> Conductor: "We don't care. Get off."
<AlcarGM> There is a yelp, and something slams inot the side of the train, only to bounce off. "It burns! Lousy, stinking trainies burns!"

<AlcarGM> The zombie cop stops in front of you. "Excuse me, but you don't seem to be around here." One of his toes is runing up the street behind him to catch up to him and squirms through his boot to reattach itself
<Mary_jane`^> "Oh? What would make you think that?"
<AlcarGM> The zombie cop smiles. At least, you hope it smile. Maybe the undead get constipated. "You seem to be alive. I hope you aen't commies," he says sternly.
<Mary_jane`^> "Oh... I almost died once..." And pointing at Lance "he almost killed me once too."
<AlcarGM> Zombie Cop (probably named Officer Bob): "Almost dying is not the same thing," sternly. "We take dying very seriously around here. Everyone had their deathday party, and we eat the candles. We don't like the living here."

<AlcarGM> He frowns, then nods and steps aside. "Are you sure you aren't commies?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Yes."
<AlcarGM> He nods. "GOod then YTou can't trust them. Commies can be anywhere. Own wife was one. Tried to run off with a neighbour, so I had to gnu her down and lock her in the basement."

* Mary_jane`^ searches her pockets "i don't know if I kept it..."
<AlcarGM> You find it after a bit of searhing in your purse.
<Mary_jane`^> I have a purse?
<AlcarGM> .. you're female. How could you not?! :p
<Mary_jane`^> Well
<Mary_jane`^> it'd get in the way awfully easy
<AlcarGM> Okay, pocket then :)
<Mary_jane`^> i'm fairly sure it'd just hinder...

<Mary_jane`^> "All evidence of them has disapeared. They weren't destroyed, and they weren't moved."
<AlcarGM> Accountant: "What are you talking about? I have the emplyee slips in desk 8 here, and we email the hours each employee works on the Condos every day."
<Mary_jane`^> "To who?"
<AlcarGM> Accoutant: "HR, of course. The Computer processes them all."
* Mary_jane`^ sighs
<Mary_jane`^> "Fine..."
* Mary_jane`^ walks over to him "Show me the forms and i'll let it drop."
<AlcarGM> Accoutant: "What is your ID number?"
<AlcarGM> He's definitely suspicious now.
<Mary_jane`^> (( Revol-U-TIN ))
<AlcarGM> (( *grins* ))

<Renelle> ...
<Renelle> Would Koolaidman be a hero or a villain?
<Caltak> Depends if he uses his powers to bust through walls and shout "OH YEAH!" for noble purposes or not.
<Renelle> Koolaidman would definitely class as a useless superhero

<Renelle> ... I'm picturing a bunch of tech-savvy scurvy dogs... called the Software Pirates
<Caltak> "Music should be free! And games! You know what? All data should be free!!"
<Dev> kekeke
* alcar laughs. Yeah ....
<Caltak> "Here, have some free Nuclear Secrets!"
<Dev> That used to be me, you know.
<Dev> I did that.
<Dev> :P
<alcar> They can be opposed by the Young Conservatives! Former software pirates who have seen the error of their ways.
<Caltak> Distribute CD-Rs to people randomly that have restricted government information and incomplete video games on them...

<LiMing> what are we going to do with Li Ming?
<LiMing> she does not want to go away
* alcar throws chocolate into #dielimingdie
* LiMing invites you to join #dielimingdie
<LiMing> you left before I couild /kick you

<AlcarGM> Vance: "This is weird...."
<Mary_jane`^> "How so?"
<AlcarGM> Vance: "You want to invade the biggest corporation on the planet with four people," dryly.
<Mary_jane`^> "Well, yes... We used six people last time and that was too many."
<AlcarGM> Vance blinks. Stares. Then just nods.

<Mary_jane`^> "I need to get to Deleware."
<AlcarGM> She frowns. "For what reason?"
<Mary_jane`^> "I need to bust some heads."

<Mary_jane`^> "Well, the building in Municiburg had a king like thing..."
<Mary_jane`^> "I bet it's the CEO, let's find him."
<AlcarGM> Gabe nods. "A subsidiary of the company itself. The CEO is the closest thing to a king, and CEOs can be replaced easily. I'm not sure HC *can* be killed,except via devaling its stock. Which is hard."
<Mary_jane`^> "Well, we could force them to declare bankruptcy and finish with a hostile takeover."
<AlcarGM> Gabe nods. "They have too many front companies for that. I think it did happen about eighty years ago, but the actual entity just got a different name and began again."
<Mary_jane`^> "Well we could just kill everyone in the company and pretend it never existed. Like deleware."
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "Taking out it and all front companies could kill it, in the modern world. It's harder to hide than it used to be." He frowns. "Or that. But they epmploy a LOT of people. It would probably trigger a global recession."
<AlcarGM> Vance: "You'd seriously consider killing the all?" He looks rather horrified.
<Mary_jane`^> "Uhg.. No. There's too many."

<AlcarGM> Vance stares as everyone gets off the bus. A few of the passengers notice it, but it seems to be normal here. You do notice there is a large proliferation of Starbucks (Starbuckes? .. we need a plural... Flock?)
<Mary_jane`^> Maybe it's a pride of starbucks
<AlcarGM> (( pride'd be cool :P ... i wonder if we should email starbucks about it. ))

<AlcarGM> In the city of Dover that lies in a state that does not actually exist, on the steet Ursa Beta Minor lies Malgrathea Publishing, proof that even evil corporations have a sense of humour. The fact that is is close by the World Trade Centre calls that sense of humour into question, but most jokes aren't that funny anyway.
<AlcarGM> The building has several Delaware State Police men armed to the teeth (in one case literally), standing guard and is lit up as if it was a busy workday, with lots of people bustlingaround inside not unlike ants in an anthill.
<Mary_jane`^> "Remember the thing where I said we're not killing anyone?"
<AlcarGM> Vance nods.
<AlcarGM> Lancelot just looks amused.
<Mary_jane`^> "Just making sure..."

* Mary_jane`^ frowns and types in 'the time the moon split in two'
<AlcarGM> One Entry: "The splitting of the moon occurs only in certain mythologies, generally preceeding the death of one moon and the birth of another. Two occassions are known on differrnt timelines, the former because of divine intervention (see Washpot, Divine), and the latter involved incompetence on the part of the spirit of the moon." (Cont)
* Mary_jane`^ pushes the down arrow
<AlcarGM> "Reasons for such an event happening generally carry apocalyptic connotations. On HC-Earth, it is believed that if Fenrir (q.v) were to eat the moon improperly, ti could split into two, thouugh the actual myth of Ragnarok already occured in the previous universe."
<Mary_jane`^> "Hc-earth? Seriously?"
* Mary_jane`^ sighs and writes some notes on a random pad and types in 'divine washpot'
<AlcarGM> "Other possible speculations include gross distortion of base reality (generally accepted to be caused by magic, though Disco is a disinct possibility).. TGhe acxtual outcome of such an event if generally the demise of one, or both moons, and the sun, creating a new timeline. This has not yet been tested."
<AlcarGM> (( well what else would they call it? :) ))
<AlcarGM> You get an entry about a divine chamber pot that ruled an entire universe until someone inadverdently pissed in it, leading to it creating a second moon, disturbing the entire fabric of the universe and destroying it.

<Mary_jane`^> "Hey, what's the name of the king from atlantis?"
* Mary_jane`^ goes to the welcome screen
<AlcarGM> (( Prospero :p ))
<AlcarGM> Vance: "... Atlantis had a king?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Err.. yeah."
* Mary_jane`^ types in Prospero
<AlcarGM> The screen vanishes. A voice, sexless, says: "Good afternoon."
* Mary_jane`^ Quit (Read error: Connection reset by peer)
<AlcarGM> Voice: "Location has been moved. You have been reset by peer. Have a nice day!"

<Mary_jane`^> He's a fiendish gay paranormal investigator living undercover at Ringling Bros. Circus. She's a radical French-Canadian hooker from Mars. They fight crime!
<AlcarGM> ....
<AlcarGM> I LOVE it :p

<AlcarGM> He's a lounge-singing small-town messiah who hangs with the wrong crowd. She's a manipulative goth research scientist with an evil twin sister. They fight crime!
<AlcarGM> I shudder to think of the evil twin :p
<AlcarGM> "are you sure she is the evil one?"

<Mary_jane`^> He's a Nobel prize-winning chivalrous messiah whom everyone believes is mad. She's a scantily clad winged traffic cop in the wrong place at the wrong time. They fight crime!
<Mary_jane`^> Ok... Everyone thinks he's mad because he says he's a messiah
<Mary_jane`^> she is at the wrong place at the wrong time because she's scantilly clad, with wings and in traffic

<AlcarGM> He's a notorious alcoholic jungle king who must take medication to keep him sane. S
<AlcarGM> I want to play that :p

<Mary_jane`^> He's an oversexed gay senator looking for 'the Big One.'
<AlcarGM> "Hello, Mr. President!"
<Mary_jane`^> ...
<AlcarGM> :p
<Mary_jane`^> ROFL

<Mary_jane`^> He's a time-tossed arachnophobic cyborg looking for a cure to the poison coursing through his veins. She's a strong-willed communist Hell's Angel married to the Mob. They fight crime!
<Mary_jane`^> The poison is OIL
<AlcarGM> Nah. Windows. 3.1

<AlcarGM> He's a genetically engineered vegetarian dog-catcher with a passion for fast cars.
<AlcarGM> chasing 'em :p
<Mary_jane`^> LoL
<Mary_jane`^> he eats the rubber
<Mary_jane`^> it's fossilized plants right?
<AlcarGM> lol. That would rock :)

<AlcarGM> Luna: "Well, at least there's some good news." She flops down on the couch. "I hate this!"
* Mary_jane`^ sighs and sits beside her
<Mary_jane`^> "It also says you'll start to get self destructive tendancies."
<Mary_jane`^> "Like tryng to crawl into an oven that bakes kids regularly."
<AlcarGM> Luna: "I already have those. I'm useless!"
<Mary_jane`^> "Not entirely..."
<AlcarGM> Luna: "I don't have any power. None. Nada. Zilch. Zip. The moon feels even further away ... augh!"
<Mary_jane`^> "You still have those secrets..."
<AlcarGM> Luna: "I keep forgetting them, too. Sometimes I still see them, around people. But they're useless things."
<Mary_jane`^> "Well... I suppose we could give you a gun and you could go around shooting things, but I don't think that would be good if you were suicidal."
<AlcarGM> lol

<AlcarGM> Luna is apparently making breakfast. Or, more accurately, watching bacon burn in the pan intensely.
<Mary_jane`^> "Err... What are you doing?"
<AlcarGM> Luna: "Divination. Getting a whole pig is hard, so I settled for bacon. I'm watching the world burn."
* Mary_jane`^ grabs a plate and takes some of the bacon out of the pan
<Mary_jane`^> "That's nice."
<AlcarGM> Luna: "Oh,sure, go and ruin it. You're eating Asia, you know."
<Mary_jane`^> "Tastes pretty good too. I like eating chinese food."

<AlcarGM> You have your drink, esperiencing hte Starbucks Experience of overpriced lukewarm beverages with food colouring. And evil, of course, which seeps its way into your body to scribble a small piece of darkness on the ledgers of your soul.
<AlcarGM> Or something like that, at any rate.
* Mary_jane`^ wonders if cream will counteract the effect
<AlcarGM> Probably only if it came from a free-range cow.
<Mary_jane`^> i hate free-range cows
<Mary_jane`^> i hate cows
<Mary_jane`^> that's why I eat them

<AlcarGM> Tyler answers after the second knock. "You're finally ... oh! Hi."
<Mary_jane`^> "Hi... Who did you think i was?"
<AlcarGM> Tyler: "I was hoping Kiesha."
<Mary_jane`^> "Errr... Why?"
<AlcarGM> Tyler: "Uhm, because she's better at things like . .changing clothing."
<Baliadoc> ((I didn't know I was in this game...)
<Mary_jane`^> "Can I come in?"
<AlcarGM> Tyler nods, ignoring Baliadoc since Baliadoc was never an angel named Jacob and nods. "Sorry I mean, I like having someone to stay and all ... " he shrugs.
* Mary_jane`^ steps in "is Gabe in?"
<Baliadoc> ((Sorry. Always weird seeing my name in games. ;))

<alcar> Mind you, since the Boundary Land plot was pretty much based around Cyrus, it won't really involve MJ except in the Real World.
<alcar> unless you want MJ dragged into it ;)
<Chaos`^> oh hell no
<Chaos`^> she has enough trouble as it is
<Baliadoc> lol
<alcar> lol. Okay ,then :)

<Mary_jane`^> "Is Kiesha home?"
<AlcarGM> She blinks, then nods. "She said she felt sick. You are...?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Mary Jane."
<AlcarGM> A blank look, then: "Oh! Kiesha has mentioned you before, I think. When she's home. Which is rarely. I admire her looking after some poor boy, but really .. . Oh!. My manners. Would you like to come in?" She steps back. "I think it's the teenagers flu, myself, but she does well enough in school that I don't make too much of an issue or a day or two missed."
<Mary_jane`^> "Err.. Teenager's flu?"
<AlcarGM> She nods. "Sulking."

<AlcarGM> She nods. The interior is reasonably clean, and there's a few Amway borchures that happen to be lying around. Your gaze is drawn to thme and you feel an urge ot pick one up, though it's only a minor geas, and easily ignored.
* Mary_jane`^ picks one up and looks at the publisher
<AlcarGM> "Her bedroom is the second one on the right," nodding to a hallway.
<AlcarGM> Amway Inc.
<AlcarGM> (( Not a division of hereticorp. Really. ))
* Mary_jane`^ sets it down and walks down the hallway
<AlcarGM> (( It's interesting that I could recall she sells amway, but not her name :p ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( LOL!! Me either ))
<AlcarGM> (( could look it up in the character notes. I thinkit was Amy... ))
<Mary_jane`^> you know what's sad? i mean, really really really sad?
<Mary_jane`^> I almost, seriously, told you to ask kiesha
<AlcarGM> lol!

<AlcarGM> Her room is .. well ... a mess. The floor is surprisingly clean, but the one dresser and bed have stuff (mostly clothes) piled all over them, and the room has a smell that's more animal than human. And a definitete reek of someone having marked their terroitory in it some time past.
<AlcarGM> Kiesha: "Gabe put it up. People can't hear inside here from outside easily. Keeps Michael from listening in on stuff."
<Mary_jane`^> "Is that urine?"
<AlcarGM> Kiesha: "Uhm...." her ears turn bright pink and she mummbers somehting about instinctsd and territory

<Mary_jane`^> "Err mom.. You're only 6 inches tall!"

<Mary_jane`^> "This isn't a dream. Can you think coherantly in a dream? or feel this?" Pinching her
<AlcarGM> Sal nods, and leaves fr his room.
* Mary_jane`^ grabs her
<AlcarGM> How do you pinch someone six inches tall? :p
<Mary_jane`^> you... just... uhm... well thaat WOULD hurt
<AlcarGM> You grab your mom. She glows, for a moment. It's sparkly, and has a pretty "ping!" noise.
* Mary_jane`^ just grabs her

<Mary_jane`^> She BIT me! She actually BIT me!
<AlcarGM> Denial :p
<AlcarGM> law one in action :)
<AlcarGM> But hey, at least your mom has no communicable diseases
<AlcarGM> ... you hope.

<Mary_jane`^> "I never had dolls. And what little I had that resembled them are long gone."
<Mary_jane`^> "There, wrap yourself in a uhm... Towel."
<AlcarGM> (( Some of Sara's might still be around :p ))
* Mary_jane`^ hands her mom the towel.. err cloth
<Mary_jane`^> (( OH HELL NO! ))
<AlcarGM> Okay., Your mom dresses herself on the TV stand, or something.
<AlcarGM> (( But your mom might get lonely! ))

* alcar can't wait to hear MJ tell her mom where she was last night
<alcar> Anne: "And. .after that you went to hell. Don't you have classes?!"

<Chaos`^> OMG I just thought of something MJ has to try!
<alcar> though probably should be
<alcar> oh?
<Chaos`^> I can't tell you
<Chaos`^> it's a plot changing action
<Chaos`^> ;)
<alcar> lol
<alcar> Then you can't do it! HAH!
<Chaos`^> lol
<Chaos`^> you don't HAVE any plots, anymor

<alcar> and .... she's quoting from Hubris. This is worrisome.
<Alicia> ?
<alcar> Oh, a quote to the effect that people demand more of heroes than they have any right to ask.
<alcar> was the tagline for game.
<alcar> Come to think of it, the heroes nuked a city so it wasn't the best tag line.

<AlcarGM> Loki: "What do you want?"
<AlcarGM> The interior is strange now, looking as if someone crossed futurisic metal decor with norse huts. It's hideously ugly; you suspect Luna would like it.
<Mary_jane`^> "You showed me how to ward myself hiding my power, four years ago. I was hoping you could show me how to keep things from invading my self."
<AlcarGM> Loki: "Such as?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Everything. It seems I have unexpected visitors every other day."
<AlcarGM> Loki: "If they're Jehovah's Witnesses, I'm not sue how to stop them. Believe me, I've tried."

<AlcarGM> You: "Why did you do that? Are you the justice one, the one who kils the rest of us as mad? I'm mad. We're all mad here. Join the club. Pull up a chair, and hang yourself," bitterly.
<Mary_jane`^> "Get over yourself. Where's Excalibur?"
<AlcarGM> You look up at you. "I don't know. I'd find it, because it could really kill me. But it's not down here. We've looked."
<Mary_jane`^> "Then it has to be farther down."
<Mary_jane`^> "Where are the stairs?"
<AlcarGM> "There are no stairs. It's madness all the way down, intom the dark. Where a switchblade comes out. And you start bleeding and you never quite stop, because everyone wants to die." You smile, serenely. "Why else are we born?"

<AlcarGM> "I am the way into a city of woe, I am the way to a forsaken people, I am the way into eternal sorrow," the door booms out in a thunderous roar.
<Mary_jane`^> "Yes yes, get on with it. We want to go through you."
<AlcarGM> Door: "Sacred justice moved my .. Oh, shit. It's you. Uh. .. Abandon hope? Please? Go away?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Wait, I know you!"
<Mary_jane`^> "You were in Hell! How did you get here?"
<AlcarGM> Door: "Still there. I AM a door to hell, you know."
<AlcarGM> Loki just shakes his head
<Mary_jane`^> "Why are you HERE though?"
<AlcarGM> Door: "Everything has to be somewhere. And everything is everywhere."

<Mary_jane`^> "How do you feel about dragons?" Whiping her hands and looking at the sundial
<AlcarGM> Words appear on it, in Hellfire. "I SERVE
<Mary_jane`^> You serve...?
<AlcarGM> ."
<AlcarGM> p
<Mary_jane`^> lol
<AlcarGM> it adds. Except for the :p

<Mary_jane`^> "You weren't dead. You were stolen."
<AlcarGM> Tad: "It felt like being dead," softly. "I was scared you'd never come." He tries to put his head under a wing, and can't manage it. "I'm scared a lot."
<Mary_jane`^> "Courage is never easy."
<AlcarGM> Tad: "You're never afraid."
<Mary_jane`^> "I'm also insane."
<AlcarGM> Tad: "I think I might be," nervously.
<Mary_jane`^> "I know what will happen to me when I die, and I've accepted it."
<AlcarGM> Tad: "I did a stupid thing no sane magic would have done." Silence, then . .puzzled.. "When you die when you die..."
<Mary_jane`^> "You did a thing no dependant magic would have done. You were seperated from me well before you became a dragon."
<AlcarGM> Tad: ".... but I could have HURT you. And... and me......." he's healed enough to get his head under a wing now, and his voice is muffled as your magic says "I had unprotected sex."
* Mary_jane`^ snorts
<AlcarGM> Tad: "It's NOT funny!"
<Mary_jane`^> "You're not joking!?"
<AlcarGM> Tad's head comes up, and he stares at ypou in shock. "Why would I joke about THAT?!"
<Mary_jane`^> "With WHO?"
<AlcarGM> Tad: "..... Fred. It's what ..made me a dragon," in a small voice, refusing to meet your gaze
* Mary_jane`^ snorts... then laughs... and laughs some more, then gets louder and grabs her side, laughing

<Mary_jane`^> "You changed because I changed you."
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "You presume too much," and he almost grazes you, again. The spped that comes into you isn't yours and your leap away from him, for a moment, feels almost like flying as you land on the other side of the room.
<Mary_jane`^> "Arthur is dead, Phil is dead and the children are dead. You cannot atone for killing by killing."
<AlcarGM> Edward: "I've died and I'm watching my daughter in the matrix," numbly.
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "I attone for nothing. It saves time."
<Mary_jane`^> "Dad, this isn't the matrix and you're alive.

<LiMing> at a locked store in a medieval town...
<LiMing> * Dave sighs
<LiMing> * Dave picks up a rock and throws it at a window of the store.
<LiMing> <Fennec> You're looting the town now? What is this, New Orleans? Anyway. The rock goes 'thud' against the shutters.
<alcar> lol!
<alcar> But Dave is likely white. It's not looting if you're white. It's finding things :p

<AlcarGM> Anne: "Of course I believe you. But that doesn't make it true," gently.
<Mary_jane`^> "But you know it's true... I can see it in your eyes... You just don't believe me."
<AlcarGM> Anne: "I know YOU believe it...."
<Mary_jane`^> "You're a FAIRY."
<AlcarGM> Anne: "Just because ome imaginary thing is real does NOT mean all imaginary things are real!"

<AlcarGM> One of the weres sniffs burning flesh and lunges towards you past the dog catcher, hunger overcoming obeying. They're rather pitifully thin, but definitely still dangerous.
* Mary_jane`^ slaps him aside like a pimp to his whore
<AlcarGM> The one in the rafters seems to be searching the animal cages for something. It's ignoring everythng else, and seems to be the healthiest of the werewolves
<AlcarGM> The werewolf staggers and hits inot a wall, bouncing off it like a black man's face off the pavement while meeting police officers.
<AlcarGM> It snarls and lunges at you.
* Mary_jane`^ smacks its neck with the hilt of her sword
<AlcarGM> The other two leap, and the teenager wets himself and screeams like a little girl. The dog catcher bellows "BAD DOG!" and actually knocks one back with one heavy-duty rolled up newspaper. THe other lands on him and proceeeds to try and tear his throat out, but he's had enough experience with bad dogs that it's having trouble.
<Mary_jane`^> (( I think we are the most PC place on esper... yay ))

<Mary_jane`^> "I need to pick up her." Pointing to er.. amy.
<AlcarGM> Bob: "Eh? Amy just came in last night. Stray. Nice girl, though. Must come from good stock."
<Mary_jane`^> "Yeah, I'd say so. Is there any paperwork...?"
<AlcarGM> Bob: "Weeellll, normally there'd be paperwork ....... but seeing as you did stop a werewwolf from eating me, I reckon we can skip all that, eh?" He grins. "Why her?"
<Mary_jane`^> "I know her father."

<AlcarGM> Okay. You reach the zoo without any trobles. It's rather nice since they fixed it up, though a lot of the animals in the cages are rarely of the same species, and zoo attrendance had been very high after the terrorist threat, mostly because the animals seem to like mating. A lot. Security has been increased due to human animals being drawn to the zoo to do the same thing.
* Mary_jane`^ parks the car and opens the door for amy
<Mary_jane`^> "So is Amy really your name?"
<AlcarGM> She gives a heavy sigh and follows you.
<AlcarGM> She nods. You get the feeling she'd prefer a name that was meaner, though :p
<Mary_jane`^> "Amy... Sounds so Goth... Yeah, you're probably the goth type."
<AlcarGM> She doesn't bite you. Though is very tempted :P
<Mary_jane`^> "Maybe we should die your hair black and give you a mohawk and put some eyliner on... DOWN WITH CONFORMITY!"
<AlcarGM> (( goth wolves would be interesting. Dye themselves deer colours and wear tags or something. Or maybe paint targets on their chests. ))

* AlcarGM quite likes it that, of all that happened at the zoo, sara's presence is what lingers :)
<Mary_jane`^> lol!
<AlcarGM> Merlin's ego would be crushed if he knew.
<Mary_jane`^> probalby not
<Mary_jane`^> he's WITH sara 24/7 now
<AlcarGM> True.
<Mary_jane`^> he's probably half dead by now
<AlcarGM> He's in Hell :P
<AlcarGM> Merlin: "I amlmost have enough power to get.. what . . you want to AGAIN!?"

<AlcarGM> A few minutes later Amy rushes back and flops to the ground, panting and looking pleased with herself.
<Mary_jane`^> "ready?"
<AlcarGM> She licks some blood off her nose and nods.
* Mary_jane`^ gets in the car
<AlcarGM> She hops in as well, proud of her kill.
* Mary_jane`^ drives back to the city, downtown this time
<AlcarGM> In the woods, a rather surprised Snark wonders what on earth it ran into....
<Mary_jane`^> (( LoL ))

<alcar> <AlcarGM> The werewolf staggers and hits inot a wall, bouncing off it like a black man's face off the pavement while meeting police officers.
<GeminiRai> o_O Weird, how'd I avoid reading that line?
<GeminiRai> twice even.
<GeminiRai> maybe three times!
* GeminiRai becomes suspicious of himself
<Snij> short answer? you hate black people
<GeminiRai> I don't think I hate black people...
<GeminiRai> I just don't see them.
<GeminiRai> They are INVISIBLE!
<Snij> well it is night!
* Snij hides

<GeminiRai> lmao
<GeminiRai> lol, is what she did in the cafe going to hurt her power? :P
<alcar> Nope.
<alcar> But Fenrir's mate is blind, so Amy is annoyed :)
<GeminiRai> lol
<GeminiRai> I hope you didn't just decide that now:P
* GeminiRai would probably want to bring up that it's MJ's fault if it ever came up:P
<alcar> of course not. I'd never be that evil.
<GeminiRai> you wouldn't?
* GeminiRai eyes alcar suspiciously
* alcar whistles innocently

<Mary_jane`^> "Bah... If we're so small then why can't someone else help us with our problem so the bound god isn't so busy? See? This is what I mean by hierarchy and an army... Where we help eachother... That's what this place needs."
<Mary_jane`^> "That way there won't be such a long line."
<sparkie> "Of course," a voice says behind you. "But that would imply sharing power. And sharing power is seldom done lightly."
<sparkie> The voice sounds like what fire should be, more than what it is.
<Mary_jane`^> "But if everybody shares then it would just be paying it forward."
<Mary_jane`^> "It's an easy thing to accomplish... Plus we all work for the same team..."
<sparkie> "It depends. If you take a piece of pie, do you make it smaller or a bigger pie? I prefer to burn the whole thing to ashes."
<sparkie> "And," the voice says, amused, "what makes you think we're all on any one side, little mortal?"
<AlcarGM> (( debates having dice rolled to see if Sparkie can burn you, just to shaft the dicebot with its own dice. ))

<AlcarGM> Anne is hovering before the liquor cabinet above the fridge. "Trying to get a drink."
<AlcarGM> She glares at the door. "It's hard to open doors AND get bottles and glasses while six inches tall.
<AlcarGM> Anne: "OMG! You brought a DOG in the house?!"
<Mary_jane`^> "You'll probably die of alcohol poisoning... It's probably for the best..."
<AlcarGM> Anne: ".. what if she tries to eat me!"
<Mary_jane`^> "Did you just say OMG?"
<AlcarGM> pause. "I can't believe I just said that...... AND that was from those . .chatrooms. .your brother frequents."

<Mary_jane`^> "Is that how you got me through highschool? By being drunk?" .. harsh truths of parenthood emerge.'

<LiMing> Tass: well, what it comes down to is I'm running a game that's Amber only the players don't really know it and want a good reference or three to drop all sorts of little cute tidbits into conversation
<alcar> have 'em kill the unicorn by mistake witha vorpal bow.
<Tass> thats stupid
<Tass> you can't put vorpal on a bow! :P
<alcar> "What do you mean, we destroyed the universe?"
<alcar> why not, huh?!
<alcar> It's magic. Duh.
* alcar sits back, having won.
<Tass> well, I think it has something to do with it being a ranged weapon, and piercing to boot
<Tass> if we are talking about D&D
<Tass> otherwise, bows don't go snicker snak
<alcar> details, details. Rules are meant to be broken.
<alcar> it's why the gods invented munchkins and rules lawyers

<Mary_jane`^> "So if you don't want to learn how to talk or find out how your dad does it, then why did you let me in here? Why did you pull me in?"
<AlcarGM> Amy whines, looking afraid. "Maybe I want to."
<Mary_jane`^> "I won't stop you..."
<AlcarGM> Amy: "But mom might be .... angry...." she cowers from the memory.
<Mary_jane`^> "Probably. But she already hates ME."
<AlcarGM> Amy: "She can't. Sh's never smelled you. She just doesn't like humans."
* Mary_jane`^ laughs
<AlcarGM> Any looks up at you, confused by that.
<AlcarGM> Amy wishes the GM would type her name right and bites him.

<Mary_jane`^> "Don't disalusion yourself, there is always something greater."
<AlcarGM> Voice: "There is not. We will not permit again his actions, his ... ego game. When it ends, there will be no other."
<Mary_jane`^> "And you will still be alone. Why do you destroy his creation?"
<AlcarGM> And, most likely the bound god would be dead in the result... which the voice isn't admiting, but it's there under the words.
<AlcarGM> Voice: "It should never have been. We do what we must."
<Mary_jane`^> "You are exacting revenge on him, this is not punnishment it's more than that."
<AlcarGM> Voice: "He should never have left us," and there are other voices in it as well now..... harmony, of a kind.
<Mary_jane`^> "Rules can only be broken. No one cares if they are followed."
<AlcarGM> (( .. what? :p ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( No one pays attention if you drive the speed limit... It's only there for you to go 5 miles over it ;))

<Mary_jane`^> "The GRAIL Nora... The thing that bound Merlin with a thought... It did NOTHING."
<AlcarGM> Amy: "It helped the staff," from where she is resting.
<AlcarGM> Nora: "How did you get out?"
<Mary_jane`^> "But to no end... There was so much power... It was flooded with power, but... Nothing came out of it."
<Mary_jane`^> "I think... I think I started a war."
<AlcarGM> Nora stares at you, her eyes wide and very black. "A ...... fuck, MJ. Are you insane?!"
<Mary_jane`^> "Well I didn't MEAN to!"

<Mary_jane`^> "We're going to fight Luna. Never give up."
<AlcarGM> (( "Never surrender!" ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( ... I was gunna say that =( ))
<AlcarGM> (( lol. ))

* Mary_jane`^ sits down and leans against the chair, staring distantly at a tree off in the distance, her mind hidden deep in private thoughts
<AlcarGM> You think about sex. Next? :)

* Mary_jane`^ goes back to the apartment, walking in and hanging up her jacket
<AlcarGM> Amy is sleeping soundly, as Is Nora (on the couch)
* Mary_jane`^ shaks nora
<Mary_jane`^> that could be a typo for shake or shag
<AlcarGM> lets go with the former ;p

<Fennec> anyway, I'm taking my players on a little Shadow-road. It's a 'paper road' that shows up in Google Maps, but not in real life. And they're navigating along it using GPS. :)

<Fennec> game elsewhere
<Caltak> Oh? what kidna game?
<Fennec> not entirely unlike the Mortal City deal. Right now, 2 players. Amber backdrop, but I'm the only one who knows that.
<Fennec> right now they're talking to a psychic who is going to read the Trumps, but she's just been called away by her 1-900 network to answer a call

<Fennec> alcar: what did you think of the 900 number call?
<alcar> very nice :P
<alcar> did you rp said call? :)
<alcar> "Oh, yes! YES! YES! I SAID YES ALREADY! .. sorry. That was my stock broker."
<Fennec> well, I made up the one-sided conversation onna spot
<Fennec> "Well you tell them that if they don't want their fortune to be read then they shouldn't be callin no 900 number askin them for their fortune to be read! I ain't goin waste my time makin' up whatever they wanna hear! I gives them the truth and if the truth means that they're going to trip on their pet goldfish and fall and die from their tenth-floor fire escape it's only cuz they're gonna trip on their pet goldfish and fall and die from their tenth-floor fire escape!
<Fennec> "You- you- now you can just shut up, is what you can do! You know what? You car, you know your nice car? Well it's gonna crash and explode. And it's going to blow up your garage, too. Your whole house is gonna burn down. And then get struck by lightnin'. How's that sound to you now? Well, I don't care. It's out of my hands now!"
<Fennec> "Oh, and your pet gopher's going to drown. No, I don't care if you don't have a pet gopher, you're going to GET one! And then he's going to drown. Yuh-huh."
<Fennec> "I don't need to take no more of this lip from you- I don't. You can - you know what you can tell him? You can tell him I will be glad to see him in Court! Yeah, it'd be a real field day! Yuh-huh, sweetheart, that's awright by me. Bye now!"

<Mary_jane`^> do you think I should tell Nora that Mjolnir was Thor's penis?
<AlcarGM> lol. It might be best if you didn't :P
* AlcarGM was going to work a joke about that into the game and never did
<Mary_jane`^> 'you know all those times you were swinging the hammer? It's a dead man's penis.'
<AlcarGM> Nora: "If I'd known that I'd have tried sucking on it." without missing a beat
<AlcarGM> :p
<Mary_jane`^> 'I wonder if anything would come out.'

<AlcarGM> You reachthe campus in five minutes at an easy jog, finding yourself at a campus pub that's been pretty much taken over by students possessed by various medieval people who don't actually exist in the real world.
<AlcarGM> Several Robin Hoods are having a darts competition, quite a few knights are chugging back cheap beer in bottles, and Lancelot is just watching it from one corner, looking depressed.
* Mary_jane`^ walks over across from him and sits down
<Mary_jane`^> "Get over it, life sucks then you die, then you come back and die again."
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "Excuse me?"

<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "There are three Lancelot's in this room. There was one Arthur." He pauses. "He left, wisely. I haven't killed any of the Lancelot's yet, and what do you need from me?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Wait, where?"
* Mary_jane`^ looks
<AlcarGM> A half-drunk man at the bar is boasting about "sex with that Jennifer chick. From, like a thousand years ago."
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "There is nothing more depressing than seeing what you've become in stories. They haven't even killed anyone."

<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "I merely did I was ordered to." He considers that. "If there is punishment for it, it will fall on me and not my leige lord. I trust your ... justice ... is willing to agree with that?" coldly.
* Mary_jane`^ calls the staff
<AlcarGM> One of the snakes appears, looking annoyed. "And I say we .... oh! Err. Hi! We're in line still."
<Mary_jane`^> "Your liege lord is punishing himself. and I didn't say punishment, I said a sacrifice. It's only punishment if you don't want it."
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "I don't believe in sacrifice," mildly, the coldness gone. "There are choices. You make you, and the others are no longer possible. Only martyrs make issues of sacrifice. If there are .. prices . .to be paid, I will pay them. If there are for my lord's actions, I will pay those as well."
<Mary_jane`^> "So what will it be? Never killing again, maybe?"
<AlcarGM> Lancelot stares at you like you just suggested he take up becoming a porn star. "I think not."
<Mary_jane`^> "Ok... uhm... How about save as many lives as you've taken?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Ah, innocentlives." Putting up a finger/loophole
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "Saving them from what? One situation, only to die in another?"
<Mary_jane`^> "How many situations does it take to kill someone?"
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "Just the one where they die."

<AlcarGM> Thangor advances on you, sword in hand. He's definitely a profesional with it. "I'm giving you folks and your dire wolf thre minutes ot get out of here. We paid the rights to the guild for salvage in these tunnels."
<Mary_jane`^> "Uhm... Who are you?"
<AlcarGM> The thief hefts his daggers....
<Mary_jane`^> "Wait, scratch that... Where am I?"
<AlcarGM> Thangor: "I gabe you my name. I am Thangor the mighty, warrior of Crows Nest, champion of King Helwerd the Unready, hero of the Battle of Seven Pines."
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "Perhaps they are sewer maitenance workers?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Oh, right, maintenance..."
<Mary_jane`^> "Uhm... Sir worker, we are looking for the king of thorns... Seen him?"
<AlcarGM> The clieric begins muttering a spell. You see magic glitter around her. The fighter advances, sword ready, and he doesn't look like he wants you here. Must be a union thing.
<Mary_jane`^> "Uhm, Listen, I really want to find the guy. You sure you don't know where he is? I'll leave you alone if you tell me. Let you clean up this sewage waste?"
<AlcarGM> Thangor: "Waste?! We see the Appendix of Oroba, God Of Small Puddles!"
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: ".... maybe actors?"

<Mary_jane`^> "You." Pointing at Thangor "Where is the king of thorns?"
<AlcarGM> Thangor: "I do not know, but I will not let you interfere in our Quest!" he charges!
<AlcarGM> With gives him +2, incidentally.
<AlcarGM> Do you want to kill him now? Please?
<Mary_jane`^> uhhh

<AlcarGM> Some boulders further on, in a small cave with a pond.
<AlcarGM> There is glowing moss on the wall to light it, because there always is in such caves.
<AlcarGM> It's probably radioactive.
<Mary_jane`^> "Aha, a pond!"
* Mary_jane`^ walks over to the pond
<AlcarGM> amy goes over and drinks from it happily.
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "And?"
* Mary_jane`^ walks around it 3 times
<AlcarGM> The pond remains looking like a pond
<AlcarGM> It does not develop a lady who gives you a sword.
<AlcarGM> though it's a small pond.You'd likely end up with a toothpick :)

<Mary_jane`^> "So, where is he?"
<AlcarGM> Girl: "In the woods." She hesitates. "Please do not go in. He is angry, and the shadows have grown long and dark. We are - afraid."
<Mary_jane`^> "uh-huh.. I'm going in."
* Mary_jane`^ goes in
<AlcarGM> (( resists the sudden urge to run the session like a text-based adventure... ))

<AlcarGM> The king stands, leaning on his staff. Power fills the room, brushing past you and almost spinning you around. "You are a fool, then. She was the First, you foolish unimaginative ape."
* Mary_jane`^ shrugs
<Mary_jane`^> "I've seen worse."
<AlcarGM> The king actually laughs at that. "Worse?"
<AlcarGM> His power slams into you like a tidal wave and thorns start ripping out of skin. "You cannot stand against the smallest of my tricks. You have no hope to face her."
<Mary_jane`^> "Ow."
* Mary_jane`^ sighs, and coughs
<Mary_jane`^> "That kind of hurts."
<AlcarGM> The king merely smiles, looking happy, feeding on your pain. "It can last eternity, if I wish it."
<Mary_jane`^> "T'sch, you would too."
<Mary_jane`^> (( So much for being nice ))
<AlcarGM> (( yes :p ))
<AlcarGM> (( "The enemy of my enemy is an arsehole" :p ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( lol ))

<AlcarGM> Lancelot gets a beer out of the fridge. Even if the fridge didn't have any beer, since it's wise enough in the ways of maytag-fu to not anger him.

<Mary_jane`^> "Your father doesn't have a place of power in Bellona to link to."
<AlcarGM> Vance: "... I do?"
<AlcarGM> Lancelot stares at you, then the phone, then shakes his head and walks over to the couch
<Mary_jane`^> "Your home. You refused to leave it after all this time, even all the proffessors are gone and you're still there. You're obviously attatched to it."
<AlcarGM> Vance: "I paid the rent for the whole term."

<Mary_jane`^> you're not making this easy alcar
<AlcarGM> he's not :(
<Mary_jane`^> damnit alcar stop that
<Mary_jane`^> you're the gm you're controlling him
<Mary_jane`^> don't blame your problems on imaginary people!
<AlcarGM> If I did that 100%, he'd be boring :p

<AlcarGM> Kiesha: "... be careful then. He ... told me I can't go back to his wood. Ever. I've never seen him that angry. Maybe that's why Gabe won ... maybe not. But ... he's really mad, and he could take it all out on you."
<AlcarGM> and ..end of scene!
<AlcarGM> next session: The Fae Get serious. Fenrir Gets Serious. MJ Develops An Ulcer!
* AlcarGM is now known as alcar
* Mary_jane`^ is now known as Chaos`^
* alcar snickers. Fenrir may end up trying to kill mj :p
<Chaos`^> now i don't want to go to bed =p
<alcar> lol

<Mary_jane`^> "Nora!"
<Mary_jane`^> "How's Luna?"
<AlcarGM> Nora: "Luna's in the microwave."
<Mary_jane`^> "Uhm.. why?"
<AlcarGM> Thee is a plastic tub in it.
<AlcarGM> Nora: "She tried to kill herself, and I couldn't bind her and stop it in time and she ended up becoming a small silver ball, and gettring smaller. So I brought her her,e and Gabe stopped her from dying, or something like that. So I'm keeping her warm. I think it helps."
<Mary_jane`^> "You mean you're cooking her?"
<AlcarGM> Nora: "... well. Yes. Sort of. Heating? Giving energy? It doesn't seem to hurt, at least."

<AlcarGM> Nora stares at you, then nods and opened the microwave, tossing you a margarine tub containing a small glowing silver sphere the size of your hand.
* Mary_jane`^ grabs the sphere and puts it in the pan "Time for some fun Luna!"
* Mary_jane`^ puts her on the heat
<AlcarGM> Kiesha: "If the smoke alarm goes off, you can explain this to the fire department."
<AlcarGM> The silver sphere gets a little larger and begins to turn golden.
<Mary_jane`^> "See, I fixed her."
* Mary_jane`^ adds salt
<AlcarGM> Nora: "What are you doing? We're not planning to cook her!"
<Mary_jane`^> "C'mon, I'm just joking... Although I wonder how she'd taste..."
<AlcarGM> Kiesha: "Like a dream of water drowning."

<Alicia> Someday... I want to play a character who knows all the inner secrets of the RPG... just not the one they're IN
<alcar> LOL! That would be awesome.
<Alicia> Metagaming, using the WRONG system knowledge
<alcar> Alienist in D&D.
<alcar> The rpg being, of course, Toon.
<Alicia> LOL
<alcar> "It's okay! I'll just be Knocked Down!"

<Alicia> You know.. I can just picture the funniest switch
<Alicia> Toon -> Paranoia
<alcar> The Computer drops an anvil on your head...
<Alicia> ROFL
<alcar> I hold up a sign "I am not a commie."
<alcar> That would be nicely weird. Be hard to hide being a mutant when you're an anthropomorphic rabbit :)
<alcar> "What's up, doc?" "I am Your Friend. I am not a docbot."

<AlcarGM> Tad thumps to a landing inside your mind. You can feel him grinning from ear to ear. "I got the ley lines to start fixing themselves!"
<Mary_jane`^> "Good job. You've now officially done somethign new."
<AlcarGM> Tad: "I told them if they didn't start fixing, you'd cook them," proudly.
<Mary_jane`^> "Glad to be a threat."

<Mary_jane`^> "I'm supposed to meet with the chained god, remember?"
<AlcarGM> Snake2: "He doesn't DO meetings anymore. Even Krishna couldn't get in."
<AlcarGM> Snake1: "The big K thinks he's preparing for a seige."
<Mary_jane`^> "Oh he doesn't?"
* Mary_jane`^ glares at the snakes "Take me to the waiting line."
<AlcarGM> Snake2: "Too risky."
<Mary_jane`^> "NOW!"
<AlcarGM> Snake1 *sighs* "Can we get our fangs back if we do?" mournfully.
<Mary_jane`^> "You'll have to talk to 'the big k' about that. I didn't take them from you."
<AlcarGM> You appear in a waiting line, very far in the back.. But not as far back as a certain fire elemental who keeps losing his temper. Or two confused Jehovah's Witnesses.

* Mary_jane`^ pushes at the barrier with her will
<Mary_jane`^> (( MJ is in a very bad mood =p ))
<AlcarGM> Snake2: "And even sex wit it. We got up a bit, but not that far."
<AlcarGM> Snake1: ".. you didn'thave to tel her about the sex!:?
<AlcarGM> Snake2: "I'm not the one who ruined it by molting!"
<AlcarGM> Your will hits it to the same effect as a pea shooter against the hoover dam.
<Mary_jane`^> "Just... be quiet, for five minutes. Please."
<AlcarGM> Snake1: "If he shuts up first."
<AlcarGM> Snake2, wiser, says nothing :p

<Mary_jane`^> "I'm offering to help. You know he hasn't been there in 35.8 trillian years and if he's planning some kind of siege he needs help."
<AlcarGM> Voice: "Living long enough to be of use will be help enough. The other self may not die if you do."
<Mary_jane`^> "Great, tell me that right before I'm about to go out and kill myself fighting Fae."
<AlcarGM> Voice: "Then don't die," absently. "Making sarifices is all well and good, but it's far better if other people make them for you."
<Mary_jane`^> "What? That's cold hearted and mean. You can't expect someone to die for your cause just because you're too important."
<AlcarGM> Voice: "Real heroes are cold hearted and mea, or they die young throwing themselves in front of their sidekicks."

<Mary_jane`^> "Who the hell decided that you can judge people for being heros?"
<AlcarGM> Voice: "I used to be one .I stole condoms from the gods."
<AlcarGM> j/k
* AlcarGM may do that as a short story, some day.
<AlcarGM> would be fun to use in greek mythology.
<AlcarGM> "Zeus, you cheated on me!" "You have no proof, darling!" "How about your DAUGHTER!" "But .. I was using . .someone stole the divine condoms!"

<Mary_jane`^> "You're judging people and you're being narciscistic about it. And it's pissing me off. Who died and made you king?"
<AlcarGM> Voice: "Elvis. Now, go away."

<Mary_jane`^> "Shut up and die."

<Kayar> I once had a player who was trying to talk me into letting him have orbital nukes
<Kayar> "it's not a threat, honest! I just need some way to defend myself!"
<Kayar> I gently pointed out to him that maybe his character should trying being nice to people instead :p

<robertsloan2> actually we had a Feline Intervention rule.
<robertsloan2> if the cat played with the dice the cat's roll stood.
<alcar> lol! I like that rule :p
<Kayar> hehe
<Kayar> did the kitten roll better?
<robertsloan2> hehehe I'll never forget him putting the kitten on the table "Go play, come on, go play!"
<robertsloan2> yep.
<Kayar> haha
<robertsloan2> kitten got a critical success and everyone at the table died laughing.
<robertsloan2> kitten did not understand why everyone was so happy with her but really took to rolling dice after that!

<AlcarGM> He looks at you critically. "Ah. You decided to wake up."
<Mary_jane`^> "Unlike some immortal swordsmen I know, I value my beauty sleep."
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "Beauty is overrated. Especially if it doesn't help you."
<Mary_jane`^> "Beauty always helps. How do you think I made it this far? It wasn't on skill."
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "I assumed it was luck."
<Mary_jane`^> "No, it's because no one expects a pretty girl to cut them to pieces."

<AlcarGM> Several woman come out of one house, all wearing black and leading another woman in black, who is crying, towards the town hall. They notice te two of you but ignore you.
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "I have no idea."
<Mary_jane`^> "Looks morbid."
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "Death often is, to parents."
<AlcarGM> A rather fat man in a greasy doublet has come out of the town hall, and is telling the woman he's doing all he can. You suspect he's the mayor; he has used car salesman eyes
<Mary_jane`^> "How do you know their parents and not... wives?"
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "I've known many grieving people in my time. Often in mobs."

<Mary_jane`^> "YOu said I was probably the fifth best swordsmen alive... who is the second?"
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "Gandhi."
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: (after a pause): "Jones. Bounty hunter, from a few centuries ahead of this one."

<AlcarGM> You reach the mountain easily, and manage to find a path of little feet (and the occasional shoe) that leads up to a cave. The red cap is louging outside it. This one is tall and thin, of an enviable height. He's been known to see quite handome in a certain angle and a certain light. But since he's currently picking his teeth with a thigh bone he's broken in half and drank the marrow out of, this moment probablt doesn;'t count.
<AlcarGM> A young boy is on the ground, his eyes wide with shock, and staring numbly at where his leg was.
<Mary_jane`^> "Barbaric..."
<AlcarGM> The red cap looks up. "I know, darling. These barbarians don't even *bathe*."

* Mary_jane`^ checks on the kid "THanks."
<AlcarGM> The red cap dies slowly, his expression confused.
<AlcarGM> Lancelot has bandaged up the stump effectively.
<AlcarGM> The boy looks up. "The bad man is gone away?"
* Mary_jane`^ frowns at the boy, wondering how he's even awake "He's gone."
* Mary_jane`^ looks inside the cave for more kids
<AlcarGM> No kids in it. Well, except for remains.
<AlcarGM> The boy nods, still deep in shock. "Good. Will he come back?"
* Mary_jane`^ looks at the boy "Doubt it."
<AlcarGM> The boy looks relived. "Good. I'd like to keep my other leg. Can I go home now?"
<Mary_jane`^> "I don't see why not."

<Mary_jane`^> "Alot of stories have battlefields... but once we find a spot how will we lure them there?"
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "I would assume the death of one of them would draw them here...."
<Mary_jane`^> "THen why don't we just fight them in that large plains ahead?"
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "It is good enough to..." He stops. "They're early," and starts running back towards the village.
* Mary_jane`^ trots behind him
<AlcarGM> You clear the river, to find the town very silent, and very still.
<AlcarGM> There are six red caps, currently very, very red in the centre of the town.
<Mary_jane`^> "Well the story had a sad ending anyway."
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "Yes, but I believe it was the children only..."
<AlcarGM> Boy: "... mom? ... Dad?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Not anymore..."
<AlcarGM> Lancelot sets him down on the ground. "Don't cry. You'll distract us."
<Mary_jane`^> "You're really good at that, you know?" IN a less than gentle tone =p
* Mary_jane`^ sighs and calls Excalibur
<AlcarGM> Lancelot gives you a blank look. "What?"
<Mary_jane`^> "You have a way with kids that I've never seen before..."
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "Thank you. But we are about to fight?"
* Mary_jane`^ sighs and shakes her head "Yeah..."

<AlcarGM> lancelot needs to hire out as a baby sitter
<Mary_jane`^> LoL

<Mary_jane`^> "What do we do with the boy now?"
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "... I have no idea."
<AlcarGM> (( "Kill him?" ))
<Mary_jane`^> "Well we can't just leave him."
<AlcarGM> Boy: "I want my ... my ... mom .. and . .and dad...."
* Mary_jane`^ turns slowly to lance and smiles
<AlcarGM> (( Lancelot: "Ah. That is easier to arrange." *stabs boy in heart* ))
<AlcarGM> Lancelot looks at the boy. "They're dead. We could kill you, if you want to meet them?"
<AlcarGM> He looks at you. "... what?"
<Mary_jane`^> "You've raised a kid before..."
<AlcarGM> Lancelot stares at you.
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "To be eaten, yes."

<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "A sorry excuse for an angel." He shakes his head, helping Wade to his feet.
<Mary_jane`^> "It smells pine fresh now..."
<Mary_jane`^> "Former Angel remember. And don't judge him. As if you can heal any better."
<AlcarGM> (( Tad: "I think I burnt the pines." ))
* Mary_jane`^ kneels down infront of wade, staring at him
<AlcarGM> (( Lancelot: "I can. They call me Kevorkian. Jack Kevorkian." ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( ROFLMAO!!! ))
<AlcarGM> Lancelot helped him stand.
<AlcarGM> (( unfortunately out of character :p ))

<alcar> I just love the image of "contemplating murdering the 712 infants"
<Kayara> that never goes down well
<Kayara> trying to avoid a prophecy
<Kayara> in a lot of stories it seems that by attempting to avoid the prophecy, you fulfill it
<alcar> "No, no, I can't go out hunting. I'm contemplating the murder of 712 infants! Come back in ten minutes."
* alcar nods. Yeah.
* alcar chuckles. I once had a player in a game I ran avoid prohecy rather handily.
<alcar> His PC heard about the prophecy. PC had gloves that could unleash lighting. He put them up to his face and blew his own head off.
<alcar> Me: "Uh ..... what?" Player: "I didn't want to be fulfilling some stupid prophecy."
<alcar> Me: ".... good job?:"
<Kayara> haha
<Kayara> I guess that's one way to go about it...
* alcar nods. Took me by surprise.




<aslhk> but I am thinking that pcs know of amber but have been forbidden from going there =P
* alcar nods. If he needs a job other than being a Prince, then ninja would be fun. Just for the casual use on a resume.
<aslhk> and everyone knew each other as children!
<alcar> "It's a tourist trap."
<alcar> Amber as Disneyworld.
<aslhk> but got kicked out of amber for breaking a statue of dworkin =P
<alcar> Tours of the Pattern.
<alcar> "You must be THIS much related to us to take this ride."
<aslhk> lol
<aslhk> disneyworld is a shadow of amber =P
<alcar> That would rock :0
<aslhk> that would be really weird *laugh*
<alcar> Walt as Dworkin....
<alcar> Scary though.
<aslhk> yeah, but I can imagine dworkin as a cryogenically frozen head
<aslhk> =P
<alcar> Making faces at people.

<Chaos`^> Fine, she let him go because he needed to go learn what it's like to be a dragon... But only if Fred watched over him
<Chaos`^> which can be a good or a bad thing, your choice
<Chaos`^> wait i take that back
<Chaos`^> I hate your choices
<Chaos`^> =p
<Chaos`^> they always get me into trouble
<Chaos`^> why would I let a story watch over my magic...
<Chaos`^> That's a bad idea
<Chaos`^> he's freelancing baby... doesn't need no baby sitter

<Mary_jane`^> "Have you ever seena real cow?"
<AlcarGM> Mos: "Yeah. Father imported a whole farm in once from New Eden IV once. Took over three weeks for them to grow in the water to life size."
<Mary_jane`^> "Water?"
<AlcarGM> He nods. "They came shrink wrapped, too. Saved on shipping."
<Mary_jane`^> (( Sea cow? =p ))
<AlcarGM> (( chia pet effect :p Real cow, though :p ))

<AlcarGM> You finish the meal without any problems, only to find a fortune cookie with the free dessert, and the catina/cafe doesn't do fortune cookies.
<AlcarGM> IN fact, no place on this world does.
* Mary_jane`^ opens it
<AlcarGM> You open it. THe paper is old, yellowed, and real paper. On it is scrawled in a harsh, shaky calligraphy: Novus ordo seclorum.
<AlcarGM> On the back it has (A new order for the ages)
* Mary_jane`^ asks one of the wait staff for Mos
* Mary_jane`^ eats the cookie =p
<AlcarGM> The girl loooks offended, as if you'd asked for God. But she goes back anyway.
<AlcarGM> The cookie is rather good, and much better than the original typo of the word, which was cockie.
<Mary_jane`^> ...
<AlcarGM> (( at least I caught it :p ))

* Mary_jane`^ sighs and intervenes in her own way, and follows the father home... knocking him out from behind =p
<AlcarGM> lol. Okay. That's easy enoug,mthough his PPD does try and level an entire city block
<Mary_jane`^> LoL
<AlcarGM> and that's only when you brush by him. It was made by Munchkin Securities :p

* AlcarGM snickers. I'm having far too much fun.
<AlcarGM> The girl is named Suzie. She used to be a boy named Calvin, but he wa sa problem child so his father had a sex change and personality wipe initiated
<aslhk> lol
<aslhk> that is horrible
<AlcarGM> yes :)
<AlcarGM> But "hobbie" as a tiger ghost thing is just too much fun to resist
<AlcarGM> rpgs are good for things like this, since they could never be used in any kind of real novel :p

<Mary_jane`^> "So where will you be traveling to?"
<AlcarGM> Dad: "The Pleasure Planet of Sirrius Six," promptly.
* Mary_jane`^ pulls up ticket master "One way ticket, then?"
<AlcarGM> He nods.
* Mary_jane`^ prints a paper ticket, and creates a cred pass with 20,000 printed on it
* Mary_jane`^ hands it to the man "Ok. Try to avoid the Sara sanctum, you won't return."
<AlcarGM> (( lol ))
<AlcarGM> Dad looks horrified. "Ive ... heard of it. But ... I'm not THAT crazy!"
<AlcarGM> (( Sara: "Every time you don't believe, an angel gets an STD." ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( LoL ))

<Mary_jane`^> "So, tell me about your childhood."
<AlcarGM> Girl: "It was boring. Nothing interesting happened. All my teachers were fools. So I didn't pay attention.They tried to fix me. It - didn't quite work. I remember - who I was, sometimes."
<Mary_jane`^> "Oh? What needed fixing?"
<AlcarGM> Girl: "I disrupted things. I did not fit in. The drugs didn't work. So they had to fix me," by rote.
<Mary_jane`^> "They whiped your personality and turned you into a girl? So which do you preffer?"
<AlcarGM> Suzie: "I don't know anymore," quietly.
<AlcarGM> (( "I liked having dangly bits." ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( Sick, sick man ))
<AlcarGM> (( "But I like bobbing bits, too." ))

<Mary_jane`^> "I predict alot of death. I don't want to pull you in the middle of it."
<AlcarGM> Suzie: "You have a very weird way of talking. Do you want sex later, then?"
<AlcarGM> (( if only Nora was here to hear this. If only..... :p ))
<Mary_jane`^> "I told you, NO SEX. People will die, do you understand that?"
<AlcarGM> Suzie: ".... we all do THAT," as if you're retarded.
<AlcarGM> Suzie: "Wait, you think I have STDs? I'm clean!"
* Mary_jane`^ shakes her head "You're more insane than I thought... Luna would like you..."

* Mary_jane`^ wonders how long it takes for a fate to have kids and scratches her cheek and sends one to Gelhalie (sp)
<AlcarGM> (( Galahad? Unless you want Warner to visit? :) ))
<AlcarGM> (( Milly meets Cassie.... ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( =p I confuse the G's ))

<AlcarGM> Suzie: "This is like a cheap spy holovid, from the hot war where they used cheap nuclear weapons on the Sagitellus cluster. I heard about that in school. It was some tribute to a Hitler fellow who had a rock band."
<Mary_jane`^> "First of all, you can't use nuclear weapons to destroy a cluster of stars. Second, Hitler had an army."
<AlcarGM> Suzie: "Groupies aren't an army."
<Mary_jane`^> "He killed people who didn't believe in his messiah."
<AlcarGM> Suzie: "Oh, please. He'd just have to pull it out and show it to them."
<Mary_jane`^> "His lord, his savior, the man who died for his sins... Of which he had alot."
<AlcarGM> Suzie: "I thought a messiah was a dick. That's all I've ever heard it called."

<Mary_jane`^> "Anyway, he believed that Jesus was killed by the Jews so he killed them. Well that was his excuse, but there were deeper reasons. And, by the way, Jesus was killed by the Romans."
<AlcarGM> Suzie: "I've heard of jesus, too. Wasn't he some famous world leader general type?"
<Mary_jane`^> "No, that's Jesus, (( Read Hey - zeus =p )) they're spelt the same though."
<AlcarGM> (( lol ))

<AlcarGM> Yeah :) You'd best make sure she never hears the messiah thing, or she probaly won't stop laughing for weeks :)
<Mary_jane`^> lol
<AlcarGM> "John": "What did you DO? OMG!" Nora: "I worshipped your God." Man: "You - you -" Nora: "Come now, eating the flesh of gods is common.:"
<Mary_jane`^> ...
<Mary_jane`^> LOL!
<Mary_jane`^> eat this for it is my body?
<AlcarGM> yup :p
<AlcarGM> plus, theophagy IS quite common :)

<Mary_jane`^> "I sent him the same message you got... He hasn't responded yet. You're it actually."
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "Huh. Probably take more time, if he's far away. We were only half a galaxy."
<Mary_jane`^> "My guess? Another dimension. Maybe he's with the fae."
<AlcarGM> Suzie: "No one teleports half a galaxy," scornfully. "He's *lying* to you. They probably want your money, him and his mom."
* Mary_jane`^ bites her lip
<Mary_jane`^> "I invited them."
<AlcarGM> Kiesha says nothing, but for a moment she was staring at Suzie's throat.
<Mary_jane`^> "Plus, it's not hard to teleport half a galaxy."
<AlcarGM> Suzie: "Oh, please. Everyone knows that's not possible. Even *I* know that."
<Mary_jane`^> "You thought the Nazi's were a rock band!"
<AlcarGM> Suzie: "And YOU think people can teleport half a galaxy," triumphantly.
<Mary_jane`^> "You have a stuffed tiger as an imaginary friend. We're even."
<AlcarGM> Kiesha snickers, against her will, and Gabe lets out a breath he didn't recall holding.
<AlcarGM> Kiesha: "There have been a few bands called the Nazis, I think."
* Mary_jane`^ glares at Kiesha "Not helping."

<AlcarGM> You waken the next morning to the house AI chirping. "Good morning! It is a bright new day, and the time is .. nowish," in a depressingly cheerful sing-song.
<AlcarGM> You suspect the AI is on drugs. Again.
* Mary_jane`^ wonders at the gm what kind of drugs ai's can take, but gets up anyway
<AlcarGM> (( viruses :p ))
<AlcarGM> (( dl into themselves something very loopy . To relieve the boredom. ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( I suspect YOU'RE on drugs ))

<Mary_jane`^> "But atleast you couldn't do anything you'd later regret. Shall we head to my place?"
<AlcarGM> "Life is just an endless series of regrets, mostly for things undone." He chuckles, following you. "My apologies. There is a certain mindset to go with being ahermit that is somewhat hard to shake off."
<Mary_jane`^> "As long as you don't run around naked and throwing poo, I'm fine."
<AlcarGM> (( "But that's the best part!" ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( NO NAKED POO THROWING! ))
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "I have never tried that. Well, not while a hermit. A few times before, when short of weapons."

<Pepper> hmm define unrequited
<alcar> love etc. that is not returned, iirfc
<Pepper> allrighty
<alcar> Like, you love someone and want to marry them and have their child right now! and they don't respond the same way because they want to run your groceries through the till and get to helping the next customer.

<AlcarGM> Suzie: "What do you mean, do somdething productive? That took all of last night! They're NOT good people! They even have sex and she's OLD! And she's killed people with her bare hands!"
<AlcarGM> Lancelot does not laugh. He's had over a century as a hermit being calm and collected. But there is a twinkle in his eyes
<Mary_jane`^> "So has hobbie. I mean something that will HELP ME... Learn how to lob scimitars or something. I know atleast one person who found that useful."
<AlcarGM> Suzie: "Who lobs drinks?"
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "It's a kind of weapon as well. A sword."
<AlcarGM> Suzie: "Sword?"
<Mary_jane`^> "It's a-- Gah... What he said..."
<AlcarGM> Suzie: "What's a .. oh. What the hell is the use of that?"
* Mary_jane`^ creates a misty scimitar image out of the air
<AlcarGM> Suzie blinks, staring at it. "Neat system set up," absently. "Does it shoot lasers?"
<Mary_jane`^> "It's about yeah big and curvy." Making a 'the fish was this big' sign with the misty sword between her hands "No it doesn't shoot lasers. It's a sword it pokes people."
<AlcarGM> Suzie: "Waste of time. And you have weird friends. I don't trust them. If you need to get rid of them, I set up the panic alarm on the AI. You hadn't yet." She walks back., "IF you need bemew, I'll be doing something constructive like designing a time machine out of plaststeel."
<Mary_jane`^> "Ok, stop reprograming my AI and researching my friends. And no time machines. Learn how to garden."

* Mary_jane`^ pulls a telescope from her infinipocket and looks at the planet's surface, specifically for anything riding on top of the storm aka. fae last time this happened =p
<AlcarGM> No one riding it. The storm is a seething mass of darkness eating the planet, source unknown. The other 3 plants further one in the solar system are, simply, gone. Along withn three lone asteroids.
<AlcarGM> No one noticed this yesterday because planets don't normally get eaten.
<Mary_jane`^> "Well... Crap."

<AlcarGM> The storm that ate several planets and half a world has retreated to a seathing mass in what was the sourther continent, probably confused that anything stopped it.
<AlcarGM> You can't See into the storm. Whatever is in there- if someone is there - is really well hidden
* Mary_jane`^ goes to the grey mass then
<AlcarGM> the grey mass is just void - the flesh of the universe after someone pulled it's pants off, it was found to be going commando, and hasn't had time to fill with space yet.
<Mary_jane`^> "Damn... I've seen this before..."
* AlcarGM beams proudly at the horrible analogy

<Mary_jane`^> "I have bad news."
<AlcarGM> Kiesha: "Is there any other kind when we get together?"
<Mary_jane`^> "I know what the storm is."
<AlcarGM> Kiesha: "It's not like we meet and find out an apocatastasis happens. it's always demon invasions, or something."
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "What is it?"
<Mary_jane`^> "It's an anti-creation."
<AlcarGM> Gabe shakes his head. "It doesn't feel quite the same as Fenrir did. Similiar, now that you mention it, but it is diffeent. And someone is behind it, powering something, or bringing it into focus, somehow. I can't get anything else. They're - really strong."
<AlcarGM> Suzie :"You mean like dark matter?"
<AlcarGM> Suzie: 'Because i saw this special once, about how the famous Michelango Mutant Ninja Turtle painters - the ones who did the Great Berlin Wall of China - made dark matter by painting a lot of regular matter."
<AlcarGM> Suzie: "It was a really big painting, too. But it was discovered because they went outside the lines and signed their names on it."

<AlcarGM> Kiesha nods. "This is our first vacation in over a hundred years. I'm not ending it because some bitch wants to eat the world."

<Mary_jane`^> "ALright then. You guys stay here and kill anything that tries to destroy the world. I'll be back."

* Mary_jane`^ walks over to the computer and calls off the alarm
<AlcarGM> The alarm goes off. You have a lot of messages asking "WTF was that?!"
<AlcarGM> only in politer terms.
* Mary_jane`^ stands at her computer for an hour or so typing up a reasonable explenation without actually saying what it was... while not lieing about it either =p
<AlcarGM> .. Ah! Politics.
<Mary_jane`^> exactly

<AlcarGM> You've spent a week at Camelot, fixing up the areas, trying to find hackers willing to help you, putting out press releases and bleeding money like reformed AA members at the bar come closing time. The first match is scheduled for tomorrow, assuming you get anything who can acutally fight with a sword fighting in it.
<Mary_jane`^> tsch, I am so charging for advertising and addmission
<Mary_jane`^> I'm going to make a proffit off of this mofo if it kills me ;p
<AlcarGM> So far most of the applicants have been actors, aspiring kids just off the farm who've come to find their destiny accompanied by a wise mentor who got drunk, sold them to Hutt Trading Co. and buggered off into the great unknown, a few mercenaries who are promising if you want people killed, and SPCA members :p
<AlcarGM> You may die to regret those words :)
<AlcarGM> YOu also have a few people showing up thinking this is some kinbd of game, and asking to be knights and wizards, like in "That VR game, you know? The new one: Legends of Zorrelda."

<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "On a minor note, the castle has no armoury."
<Mary_jane`^> "Seriously? What's there?"
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "An empty room."
<Mary_jane`^> "Oh! that's right. It's in hell."
<AlcarGM> he blinks. "Pardon?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Arthur has this weapon fetish."
<Mary_jane`^> "Arthur has this weapon fetish."
<AlcarGM> Lancelot gives you the blank look of someone who considered a single armoury amateur fetish, at best.

<AlcarGM> The dwarven mine is rather easy to find. Dwarves may be masters at hiding their actual homes, bt the giant smoke stacks and mining machinery tend to give it away
<Mary_jane`^> "Aha!"
* Mary_jane`^ walks over to the mines then
<AlcarGM> You walk over, and find several dwarves milling arounr outside. ONe of them is working, the rest observing. Obvious the dwaven version of city employees :p
<Mary_jane`^> "Uhm, excuse me." To the busy one =p
<AlcarGM> Dwarf:: "Hi ho, hi ho, it;s off to - " in a deep baritone, then spots you and says, in a woman's voice. "Err. hello. Hi."
<Mary_jane`^> "Uhm, hi. I'm looking to obtain some weapons and armor?"
<AlcarGM> The dwarf frowns. "Appointment?"
<AlcarGM> The head dwarf frowns at you, then turns as pale as someone under a beard can. "She - does not need one."
<Mary_jane`^> "Oh ah.. I need to schedule one." Nodding. "Is now a good time?"
<AlcarGM> The head dwarf nods eagerly, so much so that his dwarf issue helmet fals off, hits the ground, and cracks oipen. You spot the "made on Taiwan IV" sticker before he picks it back up. "Certainly, ma'am. What do you require?"

* alcar is now known as AlcarGM
<AlcarGM> Were you planning to do anything special chatting with the generals and Lance?
<Mary_jane`^> you mean like suddenly bust out a knife and kill everybody?
<AlcarGM> besides the obvious.

<Mary_jane`^> "Are you a spy?"
<AlcarGM> <Lancelot> "Hmm?"
<Mary_jane`^> "A spy, from that dwarf?"
<AlcarGM> <Lancelot> "I've never met the dwarf before, so no."
<Mary_jane`^> "I see."
<AlcarGM> <Lancelot> "Why do you ask?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Because there are some things about you that resemble him."
<AlcarGM> <Lancelot> "I do not come from somewhere Else, remake planets, or am a dwarf. Given the legends of dwarf size, we may be similarly endowed in one respect, but I hardly think that merits comment."
<Mary_jane`^> "No, that's not it..."
<AlcarGM> (( "It's not?!" ))
<AlcarGM> <Lancelot> "Are you sure?"

* Mary_jane`^ goes to take a shower and do the same, waiting for the end of the day.
<Mary_jane`^> "Hey Tad..."
<AlcarGM> The day comes to an end, for lack of something better to do like take a romp though the woods and rape twilight.
<AlcarGM> Tad: "Yes?" sleepily, waking.
<Mary_jane`^> "Let's go visit the Fate."
<AlcarGM> Tad: "..... uhm .... why?"
<Mary_jane`^> "You know that feeling you get after you've been alone for a long time, and then suddenly something new happens?"
<AlcarGM> Tad: "Being alive?"
<Mary_jane`^> "That's why..."

<AlcarGM> Clotho is busy crying, ignoring you. Lachesis is hugging her and Atropos just nods, walking over to you and looking calm and unconcerned now
<Mary_jane`^> "You could smile once."
<AlcarGM> Atropos: "I try not to. It frightens people."

<AlcarGM> Atropos: "one such as you hardly has to. You - are strange, you know that?" she cocks her head, like a bird, studying you. "I see chaos in you. With a wing. It makes.... no sense, but more sense than it should."
<Mary_jane`^> "I AM chaos. Well I try to be. The wing, I dunno..."
<AlcarGM> (( :p ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( I'm not fond of breaking the fifth wall, but as long as this is as far as it goes whatever ))

<AlcarGM> Clotho: "You - " *sniff* "you're NOT Chaos. The dragon saw it, but won't remember. It's .... *wrong*, and alive, and it hate us."
<Mary_jane`^> (( God dammit alcar if you bring amber into this I swear I'll stop playing right now =p ))
<AlcarGM> (( LOL! Oh? :p ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( If I want to play amber, I'll play amber. This is risus ))
<Mary_jane`^> I'm not joking about the amber thing. I'm very sore from the last time I played the world and I think it's a cheap world to begin with

<Chaos`^> anyway, i guess you'll have to redo your plot =p
<tatterdemalion> which one? :)
* tatterdemalion has lots
<Chaos`^> the damned amber one
<tatterdemalion> what amber one?
<Chaos`^> good

<Mary_jane`^> aha!
<Mary_jane`^> I know what I'll do that will make your day hell
<AlcarGm> oh? :p
<Mary_jane`^> I'll go to heaven!
<AlcarGm> What makes you think you aren't already there? :p
<Mary_jane`^> God hasn't shown up and threatened to do bodily harm?
* Sparkie is busy.
<Mary_jane`^> cute
* Sparkie is that, too

<Mary_jane`^> "Perhaps you were more discrete than I was."
<Mary_jane`^> "The one thing I haven't learned in five hundred years is that I should only pick the battles I know I can win."
<AlcarGm> Jesus: "I praded into a town on an ass to raise a prick from the dead I hadn't even liked. I was many things: discrete was never one of them."
<Sparkie> You mean the ones I'm not allowed to use dice for :(
<Mary_jane`^> exactly
<Mary_jane`^> "Yes well, there's something to be said about forgiveness as well."
<AlcarGm> Jesus: "You have to allow yourself to be forgiven first."
<Mary_jane`^> "That's Arthur's shortcomming as well."
<Mary_jane`^> "I should go find him. It was fun talking to you."
<AlcarGm> Jesus smiles slightly. "And that of all honest men, I suspect." He nods to you. "Merry part."
<Mary_jane`^> "Don't hesitate to say hi next time you see me"

<Mary_jane`^> "I think you had been torchering yourself since Merlin took control of your actions."
<AlcarGm> Arthur: "I like to think he did. But I let him, at some point. I agreed with him."
<Mary_jane`^> "Indeed."
<AlcarGm> Arthur: "The funny thing is that i feel sorry for him, now. Sometimes. He had his own burdens, and I never noticed."
<Mary_jane`^> "Merlin's only burden was his quest for vengence against the god who wronged him."
<AlcarGm> Arthur: "Sometimes burdens look a lot like gifts."
<AlcarGm> he shakes his head. "I am not sure who wronged him, if anyone. Or myself. But I let him seduce me with promises of power."
<Mary_jane`^> "He sought power, so that he may some day... I don't know, punish god? Resurect his lover?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Power can change a man."

<Mary_jane`^> "Indeed. Lancelot does not need a king. He is no longer a knight."
<AlcarGm> Arthur: "He need *something*."
<Mary_jane`^> "He needs a friend."
<AlcarGm> Arthur: "..... Oh."
<AlcarGm> He considers that. "I could try it?"
<Mary_jane`^> "I'm sure you could. How hard would the urge to order him to do something be, though?"
<AlcarGm> Arthur: "Probably, very. We were friends, yes. But he was always so ... intense. I thinkhe scaredme, somewhat, even before he went mad."
* Mary_jane`^ nods
<Mary_jane`^> "Your curiosity is one of your downfalls. Even with Galahad, your question was more than just in passing. You were considering actually telling him to stay."
<AlcarGm> Arthur pauses, the considers that. "Perhaps. I test people," with a shrug
<Mary_jane`^> "So what makes you think you would be successul at being Lancelot's friend, but not his king?"
<AlcarGm> Arthur:" "Because he scares me."
<AlcarGm> (( *snickers* ))

<Mary_jane`^> "Where's Nora?"
<AlcarGm> Satan: "Nora?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Nora, the half-succubus lady?"
<AlcarGm> Satan: "Oh. Her."
<AlcarGm> Satan: "Last I knew, having an argument."
<Mary_jane`^> "Where?"
<AlcarGm> Satan: "Purgatory. With .. her ancestor, I believe."
<Mary_jane`^> "I don't suppose you could make the door go there?"
<AlcarGm> Satan smiles at that. "No. It's .. outside of Hell."
<Mary_jane`^> "Didn't think so."
<AlcarGm> Satan: "I throw the rejects there."
* Mary_jane`^ hmms and just uses power to go to where Nora is
<AlcarGm> Satan: "Like Peter. He was always losing the keys to the front gate.... "

* Mary_jane`^ hmms and just uses power to go to where Nora is
<AlcarGm> (( this could get.. awkward.... ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( Why do you say that? ))
<AlcarGm> You vanish, and appear in the middle of a cross between a battlefield and an orgy. Perhaps it's both. Living and dead bodies, corpuplating, decomposing, killing and loving in some mad passion play out of Stephen King's head.
<AlcarGm> (( Well, Alcar's head, but Stephen King sounded better. ))
<Mary_jane`^> "This is Awkward."

* Mary_jane`^ consults the three experts on magic in her head "Any suggestions?"
<AlcarGm> Tad: "..... drag her out of here NOW before she does something stupid?"
<AlcarGm> Tad: "Stupider?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Stupider isn't a word... And I can't drag her out until I find her soul. How do you get a soul back?"
<AlcarGm> Snake #1: "She's still herself."
<AlcarGm> Tad: "Well, it *should* be a word."
<Mary_jane`^> "A word?"
<AlcarGm> Tad: "Of course! If we can think it, it has to be real. Somewhere. Or somewherer!"
<Mary_jane`^> "The word or the soul?"
<AlcarGm> Snake #2: "I fear my brother is right."
<AlcarGm> Tad: "The word, of course."
<AlcarGm> Tad: "Are you feeling okay?"
<Mary_jane`^> "What kind of word? I can't let her leave here without her soul... I would have to kill her."
<AlcarGm> Tad: "Stupider!"
<Mary_jane`^> "IT'S NOT!"
* Mary_jane`^ clenches her teeth "About the soul?"

* Mary_jane`^ looks around for a gate to heaven =p
<AlcarGm> Ypou don't see one. You do see barbed wire in the sdistance. and shapes manning lkines, with high powered assault rifles. You can See they are angels. it seems heaven is thataway. And .. under heavy guard.
<AlcarGm> Probably Homeland Security.

<Mary_jane`^> "That's not the point. the point is that you decided to become a demon, and you know what that means."
<AlcarGM> Nora: "I did not decide to. It just happened."
<Mary_jane`^> "Well I am going to see what I can do about reversing that."
<AlcarGM> Nora: "And no, I have no idea what that means. I don't think anyone does. Your point?"
<AlcarGM> She blinks, then narrows her eyes. "What I am is *my* business, MJ. Not yours."
<Mary_jane`^> "It is when you force me to promis to kill you otherwise."
<AlcarGM> Nora: "Excuse me?"
<Mary_jane`^> "You don't remember? You made me promise that if you ever become a full demon that I was to kill you."
<AlcarGM> You can fee her power like a dark, rolling cloud of energy inside he. There's a LOT of it.
<AlcarGM> Nora: "Actually, I don't. And guess what? I changed my mmind."
<Mary_jane`^> "You can't change your mind when you're a demon. It doesn't work that way."
<AlcarGM> Nora: "Duh! I just did."

<AlcarGM> Nora: "I am still Nora," firmly.
<AlcarGM> No one answers you.
<Mary_jane`^> "Nora the demon."
<Mary_jane`^> "Follow me."
<AlcarGM> Nora: "And you wonder why I never answered your message."

<Mary_jane`^> "Now where is Tyler..."
* Mary_jane`^ looks up at the ladder and shrugs, jumping on it and climbing it =p
<AlcarGM> You leap up a mile and land on the alien Jacob's Ladder. In direct defiance of the laws of cosmic narrative, nothing at all interesting happens.

<Mary_jane`^> "Gabe, how are you at making souls?"
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "Making souls?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Nora is short one."
<AlcarGM> Gabe looks at Nora a little more. "Oh. Do you want one?"
<AlcarGM> Nora: "What, like for a ornnament?"
<Mary_jane`^> "What? Ofcourse she does!"
<AlcarGM> Nora: "Why? I had one. I lost it. It's not like losing car keys."
<Mary_jane`^> "Right, it's like losing the car."
<AlcarGM> (( nice :P ))

* Mary_jane`^ yells at him "Goodnight, see you tomorow, sun up in the courtyard... If you want."
* Mary_jane`^ sighs and... walks... to her room
<AlcarGM> hhehe. k.
* Mary_jane`^ sleeps
<AlcarGM> K. End of session, then!
* AlcarGM is now known as alcar
<Mary_jane`^> ...
* Mary_jane`^ doesn't sleep then
* alcar blinks.
<alcar> er.... what? :p
<Mary_jane`^> i don't want to end the session =p

<alcar> And nope, previous abductions not allowed.
<alcar> Well, at least not real ones. Like the other 900%, you cxould just have had a bad dream or something
<Caltak> Awww, not even a little one as a kid that only the really in-the-know would know about? :(
<alcar> Nope. You could think you were ;)
<alcar> Which is perfectly valid
<alcar> Tho the variety who make pancakes it probably disqualified from that
<Caltak> Man, I totally wanted to secretly be a possible future liability. :(
<alcar> you're welcome to make upa pc who is 100% convinced /she has been abducted
<alcar> For one reason or another.
<alcar> They could have been aducted by a cosmetics company that subjected the PC to various drugs after animal testing became illegal!
* alcar actually liked that idea. Head & shoulders faking alien abductions in order to test products

<GeminiRai> you know that garage place in the second area of grand theft auto 3?:P Like that, but higher, and he lives somewhere on the top fourth.
<GeminiRai> so like!
<GeminiRai> an apartmentsorta place. I guess.
<alcar> You know you're a noble prince of Amber when ....
<GeminiRai> alcar, when what?! O_O
<alcar> you live in a garage place?
<alcar> :p

* alcar has actually given no thought at all to where my character lives
<GeminiRai> Does he live in a car?
<alcar> No cars on his home Shadow.
<GeminiRai> Has he gutted a horse to sleep inside?
* alcar actually likes the idea of just creating a house out of shadow every night.
<alcar> though it goes a bit counter to the character :P
<GeminiRai> hehehe
<alcar> but it would be so cool.
<GeminiRai> Maybe I will do it!:P
<alcar> "Oh, right, a place to sleep." *waves hand*
<GeminiRai> ehehe
<alcar> actually, since I am going for Edurance, the best stat ever, this is not an issue. My character just never sleeps.

<GeminiRai> Are you seriously putting 100 points into endurance?:P
<GeminiRai> ..I :P alot.
<GeminiRai> I should stop.
<aslhk> lol
* alcar may :p
<GeminiRai> lol
<alcar> because SOMEONE has to walk the pattern backwards, high, and drunk, some day. And survive, that is.

<aslhk> GeminiRai, HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE TRIED TO KILL YOUR CHARACTER!?
<GeminiRai> aslhk, Uhm!
<GeminiRai> aslhk, None that I know about!!!
<alcar> wuss!
<aslhk> looooooool
<aslhk> omg
<aslhk> omg
<GeminiRai> WELL!
<aslhk> that is so not right =p
<GeminiRai> Well none that I know about yet!:P
<alcar> "Well, people do keep dying beside my bed...."
<aslhk> no, no, no
<GeminiRai> hahaha
<alcar> sleepwalking + warfare
<aslhk> the character thinks he is a serial killer!
<aslhk> WHEN IN FACT
<GeminiRai> lol!!!!
<aslhk> he is defending himself while sleeping =p
<alcar> that would rock :p
<aslhk> yeha
<aslhk> GeminiRai, PEOPLE TRY TO KILL YOUR CHARACTER =P
<GeminiRai> OKAY
<GeminiRai> lol

<aslhk> you want to be in teh good pwnage =P
<aslhk> bad pwnage = ur character sux + gets penalty box =P
<alcar> Making a Shadow pentalty box would be fun.
<aslhk> alcar, that is what I was thinking
<alcar> "Some people contruct Hells. I make Time Out boxes." - Flora

<aslhk> I demand NAMES
<aslhk> NAMES OF YOUR COMPATRIOTS
<aslhk> and descriptions of your encounters!
<aslhk> tell me about 'the cyberpunk thing'
<alcar> demand points or don't give them!
* alcar plans to hold my finished character hostage for 5 points.
<aslhk> lol
<aslhk> I will give you five points, alcar
<aslhk> FIVE POINTS OF BAD STUFF!

<AlcarGM> Well, it wasn't you screaming, and the scream was cut off, followed by another growl, and a scream of terror followed by a tigger -err, tiger 0- ghost, bouncing up the stairs to thre second floor and runnig past you screaming "IDON'TWANTODIE!!"
* Mary_jane`^ dresses in her stylish dueling clothes
* Mary_jane`^ steps out and grabs the tiger by his tail "What are you yelling about?"
<AlcarGM> Hobbie spins about with a yelp. "Ohshitohshitohshit..."
<AlcarGM> a large wolf comes up the stairs, murder in her eyes
<AlcarGM> Hobbie points :p
<Mary_jane`^> "Well? What did you do to her?"
<AlcarGM> Kiesha: "Let. It. Go."
<AlcarGM> Hobbie: "Suzie ducked," in a small voice.
* Mary_jane`^ looks at Hobbie "you're a ghost, you can't die."
<AlcarGM> (( I typoed that as "Suzie sucked," initially.... :p ))
<AlcarGM> Hobbie: "... I'd rather not test that?"
<AlcarGM> (( yes :p For some reason people thought it was a typo.. :p ))

<AlcarGM> Gabe looks up at you when you catch up and grins. "Nice wake up call?"
* Mary_jane`^ walks over to the middle too
<Mary_jane`^> "Heh... It was interesting."
* Mary_jane`^ shakes her head "I had to get up anyway."
<AlcarGM> He nods, then stops as Suzie whispers something in his ear. "Okay. Be careful."
* Mary_jane`^ looks back at Suzie "Can't think of why SHE'D be up so early."
* Mary_jane`^ nods and walks over to the middle crowd
<AlcarGM> Suzie: "It's a Saturday, duh," under her breath. "Stupid maker won't produce chocolate frosted surgar bombs."

* Mary_jane`^ calls her sword
<AlcarGM> A few people back away as Excalibur appears.
<AlcarGM> One solider, confused, says: "Hey, I had that sword once. I'm sure it's that one. I was fishing, see, on my vacation here, and it was attached to some hand in the water. Funkiest thing I ever saw..."

* Mary_jane`^ calls for a Towel
<AlcarGM> one appears, rather quickly.
* Mary_jane`^ grabs it and whipes her forehead
<AlcarGM> Arthur Dent's hand is attached to it.

<AlcarGM> Gabe: "Sometimes the less obvious prices are harder to bear."
<Mary_jane`^> "Being hunted just for your power is also a price, but it doesn't relate to you personally."
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "Think about it. Things - happen around you, MJ, that don't around anyone else. You've been a fulcrum, and a catalyst. Maybe that's price enough.
<Mary_jane`^> "I just thought it was bad luck."
<AlcarGM> He grins. "Bad luck?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Well yeah, all these things just start happening around me... And I meet the strangest people just by sitting down..."
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "I'm not sure it's all bad."
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "Sure, you kiled me once, but I've forgiven you for that."
<AlcarGM> Suzie goggles :p
<Mary_jane`^> "Bad luck isn't always bad... But it does lead you to bad places..."
* Mary_jane`^ grumbles crossing her arms "That sounds like bad luck to me..."
<AlcarGM> He grins. "Yeah. And we get to carry light out of them.."
<AlcarGM> (( or make them darker, but that's the GM talking :p ))

<AlcarGM> Barbara Walters come into the atena. She is skipping and smiling. "Oh, glorious day!"
<Mary_jane`^> "What are you doing in here?"
<AlcarGM> This is a rather unusual reacton to speople tryting to nuke a planet, but she IS a media person.
<AlcarGM> Barbara: "We hav to have an interview. Did you know someone is trying to blow up this place?> Isn't that wonderful!"

<Mary_jane`^> "I'm good. I'm looking for a book on planetary defence, magical."
<AlcarGM> AI: "Splendid! How strong, baby?"
<AlcarGM> (( can you tell I am short on sleep this week? :p ))
<Mary_jane`^> "I'm being attacked by white holes, worm holes, black holes... YOu name it I'm swiss cheeze. How strong you got?"
<AlcarGM> AI: "Not by magic, though?"
<Mary_jane`^> (( Does my AI sound like austin powers? ))
<Mary_jane`^> "Maybe soon, none yet, no."
<AlcarGM> (( nope., just... very, very perky. ))
<AlcarGM> AI: "Radical. Okay, any preference on how to stop it? Siphon into nearby universe? General dispersal? Absorption? Other?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Define Absorbtion."
<AlcarGM> AI: "I, personallyt, recommend channeling it into a tantric sex spells."
<AlcarGM> AI: "Self-powered by assault. The most unstable but cheapest method."
<Mary_jane`^> "I'd like to know a little about it, but I want something more stable."
<AlcarGM> AI: "Not proof against all forms of energy attack. Warranty is only valid in A+ conntinuums."
<AlcarGM> AI: "Righty-o. Basic stopping power. Solar level good? Great. Basic absorption so you don't melt local planets, I assume? More environmentally Friendly. You'll get a SpellCo inside label on your spell."

<Mary_jane`^> "Ok, then the games will have to be tomorow. We'll start at 5am, I can hold it 8 hours after the shield falls."
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "Are you sure?"
* Mary_jane`^ shakes her head
<Mary_jane`^> "Too much stress and it may fall anyway."
<AlcarGM> He nods. "They'll get through a planet shield probably before the 24 are up. Whoever *they* are, unless they run out of funds first."
* Mary_jane`^ sighs
<Mary_jane`^> "Assuming Gabe could hold them for a half hour, we may be able to hold it off indeffinately, unless this was just a small sample."
* Mary_jane`^ taps her finger on her hip "Unless...."
<AlcarGM> He raises an eyebrow
<Mary_jane`^> "Alright, as soon as the games start, the solar system will disapear. That should stop the attacks durring the games."
<AlcarGM> Lancelot staresd at you. "Is that all?"
<Mary_jane`^> "What do you mean?"
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "Just disappearing it?" dryly
<Mary_jane`^> "I was going to ask Gabe if he would move it, too. Why?"
<AlcarGM> Lancelot smiles. "Good. You'lllneed to reroutre all media signals to come and go from here, to be safe."

<Keith> brute force & ignorance could be my primary die slots too...
<alcar> well, you DO work for the government.

<alcar> 10 dice, split between traits. No more than 3 a trait, until you beg :p
<alcar> more dice = better rolls, hopefuly. d6s.
<alcar> creative trait naming makes it easier to do things with a trait.
<alcar> Like Fighting is different from Bar Room Brawling
<alcar> Soa normal FBI agent mighyt have Asshole (3) Git Government Operatrive (2), Gun Bunny (3), Seduce Sluts (2)
<alcar> or something
<alcar> or Peeping Tom (aka government op) (3), Get Out Of Jail Free (bribes..) (3) etc.

<AlcarGM> Snake2: "No idea. I think it's become temporally unhinged."
<Mary_jane`^> "What?"
<AlcarGM> Snake2: "It's stuck in the future. Or a future, at any rate."
<Mary_jane`^> "I don't deal in time, when it comes time to do myself then I will, but only after I need justice."
<AlcarGM> Snake2: "Right. Next on the list is .. .er .... you again....."
* Mary_jane`^ closes her eyes and feels the staff's power into herself...
<Mary_jane`^> "I can't be on the list twice..."
<AlcarGM> Snake2 looks worried. "I think it could be broken?"
<Mary_jane`^> "How can it be broken?"
<AlcarGM> Snake2: "I was hoping you knew."
<Mary_jane`^> "Let me see..."
* Mary_jane`^ feels for the staff
<AlcarGM> The power flows into you sluggishly.
* Mary_jane`^ feels for the judgements
<AlcarGM> You can feel .. something Judgement seems. .skewed? Out of shape? You're not sure, but part of it isn't ..there anymore, and it's trying to compensate, and failing.
<AlcarGM> Snake2: "I have a bad feeling about this. No, wait, I have *several* feelings about this. And they're all bad."

* Mary_jane`^ sits down on the bed, looking like a healthy pile of turds

* Mary_jane`^ frowns at the ground, having forgotten Kuth
* Mary_jane`^ looks very saddened
<Kuth> "His soul seemed very damaged... *shakes his head* Who was it you were saying would tell me?"
<AlcarGM> Snake2 says nothing, just wraps around the staff and closes his eyes
<Mary_jane`^> "Damnit I think I lost them both..."
* Mary_jane`^ walks past Kuth
* Mary_jane`^ walks toward the kitchen
* Kuth turns and looks at Lancelot. "Do you know who she was talking about?"
<AlcarGM> Lancelot smiles, almost a real one. "I make a point of it not to."

<Mary_jane`^> "This is the price I pay." To the snake, likely turned to stone, wrapped around a staff that's leaning on the counter
<AlcarGM> Snake2 opens his eyes. "Price?" softly
<Mary_jane`^> "My friends... All of them... I have to watch them all die."
* Mary_jane`^ slowly eats a cracker, staring at the stone wall
<AlcarGM> Snake2: "Then make new ones."
<Mary_jane`^> "Yes... But it's still hard watching them die..." Plus the gm hates it when I give him more NPCs

<Mary_jane`^> "I have to do this before more people get hurt..."
<AlcarGM> Snake2: "Not like that, you're not!"
<Mary_jane`^> "There's no time to waist... I have to do it... And I have to do it without my magic... Let's just hope my diplomatic skills are still up to par."
<AlcarGM> Snake2: "I can't let you do that," firmly. "You need help!"
<Mary_jane`^> "If I bring help... I can't guarantee they won't die too."
<AlcarGM> Snake2: "Better than trying now, alone..."
* Mary_jane`^ sighs
<AlcarGM> he wraps hiself around your leg, moving fromt he staff.
<Mary_jane`^> "Everyoen will die if I don't go now."
* Mary_jane`^ looks down at him
<Mary_jane`^> "What are you doing?"
<AlcarGM> Snake2: "Biting you if you don't get somre fucking sleep right now!" a little shrilly
* Mary_jane`^ frowns at him, then walks over to the counter to pick up the staff, going to her room
<Mary_jane`^> "Fine you win... But I'm getting your brother back, come hell or high water... Or the end of the universe."
<Mary_jane`^> (( YOu don't live 500 years without learning SOME wisdom ))
<AlcarGM> (( *grins* ))

* Kuth steps out to head towards where MJ went.
<Kuth> (( and I'm kinda sleepy anyways ))
<AlcarGM> He just nods, then zonks out asleep :P
<AlcarGM> (( *nods* ))
<AlcarGM> (( me too :) ))
* Kuth is now known as Caltak
<AlcarGM> You find her down the hallway, passed out in another room.
* AlcarGM is now known as alcar
<alcar> Do you have sex with her and make her pregant with yor love child?

<AlcarGM> A robot comes over, buzzing. "Excuse me, what was the nature of that energy weapon?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Hmm? Oh..."
<Mary_jane`^> "Fire."
<AlcarGM> Pause, then: "Expand. Viewers wish to be appraised of the Fair and Balanced truth."
<Mary_jane`^> "What?"
<AlcarGM> The robot camera develops a small laser, aimed at your head. "You will repond to these questions in an honest and timely fashion," it threatens.
<Mary_jane`^> "Fine, fine..."
<Mary_jane`^> "What was the question?"
<AlcarGM> Robot: "Explain the nature of the energy source used in that match that masqueraded as fire."
<Mary_jane`^> "Oh, that, that was truth."
<Mary_jane`^> "Fine, fine..."
<Mary_jane`^> "What was the question?"
<AlcarGM> Robot: "Explain the nature of the energy source used in that match that masqueraded as fire."
<Mary_jane`^> "Oh, that, that was truth."
<AlcarGM> Robot: 'The truth is NOT a fire. The Truth is Fair and Balanced and comes to you courtesy of Fox Media, a divison of Hereticorp."
<Mary_jane`^> "What?"
<AlcarGM> Robot: "Your use of truth violates copyrights on the phrase. Please be adviced that a lawsuit will be sent to you shortly. Have a nice day."
<AlcarGM> It flies away

<Mary_jane`^> "Uh-huh... Right... You want my help? After all you've 'done' for me?"
<AlcarGM> Mimir blinks. "Of course. You are a good person."
* Mary_jane`^ grunts
<Mary_jane`^> "Good people have limits you know. You aren't exactly on me 'people i like' list."
<AlcarGM> Mimir: "Why wouldn't I be?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Because you tried to kill me! Twice!"
<AlcarGM> Mimir: "I .. did? Why would I have done that?" she demands
<Mary_jane`^> "I have no idea, it's what you do!"
<AlcarGM> Mimir: "... there must be a reason," a trifle desperately.
<AlcarGM> (( "Perhaps I am secretly in love with you!" ))
<Mary_jane`^> "You don't need a reason to try and kill people!"
<Mary_jane`^> "Stand up, we're going for a walk."
* Mary_jane`^ grabs her shirt (god forbid i touch her) and helps her up
<AlcarGM> She gives you a confused, frightened look, but does stand. "Why?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Because, I trust you about as far as I can throw you."
<AlcarGM> Mimir: "I would think you could throw me rather far."

<AlcarGM> Mimir: "GIve aid. I have no choice but to compel it."
<Mary_jane`^> "Give aid for what? What is it you want me to do?"
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "Get. Out." Mimir staggers slightly, looking..... surprised.
<AlcarGM> Mimir: "Destroy the sorcerer who must not be named."
<Mary_jane`^> "And his name?"
<AlcarGM> Mimir: "He.. knows if you speak his name."
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "And if you've been bad or good?"
<Kuth> (( Hastdemort. ))
<AlcarGM> Mimir freezes, then backs out of the room. "I thought I was free! You will not hold me here!"
<AlcarGM> (( :p ))

<AlcarGM> Grey: *is the Kuth aiding you?*
* Mary_jane`^ sighs "It's not looking good right now though."
<Mary_jane`^> "The Kuth?"
<Kuth> (( The Dragon Formally Known As Kuth. ))
<Kuth> (( I just changed it. ))
<Kuth> (( j/k ))
<AlcarGM> The grey blinks, then looks at Kuth. *The dragon Formerly Known Ss Kuth. HAH!*
<AlcarGM> or, maybe...
<AlcarGM> The grey looks at Kuth. *Kuth*
* Mary_jane`^ looks at Kuth "Kuth?"
<Kuth> "...Me?"
<AlcarGM> Grey: *??*
<Mary_jane`^> "No, I don't know what the Kuth is doing."
<Kuth> "Um... I made a rope." *helpfully*
<Kuth> "Would you like me to do something else?"
<Mary_jane`^> "The kuth is making rope."

<Mary_jane`^> "Have you seen Tyler, Kuth?"
<Kuth> "Who's Tyler?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Evidently not."
<Mary_jane`^> "He's the person looking for you."
<Kuth> "Oh."

<AlcarGM> Grey: *Truthseer unit did not know the Kuth. This unit breached protocol.*
<Kuth> "Huh? Oh, well, I was trying to get aquainted with her anyway."
<AlcarGM> Grey: *oh. This unit will not be destroyed?*
<Kuth> (( and that sounds dirty, almost ))
* Kuth seems surprised. "Destroyed? Heavens no. Not for something as innocent as that."
<AlcarGM> Grey: *Totality is pleased.*
<AlcarGM> Gabe coughs. "Uhm."
* Kuth turns to Gabe.
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "Do you mind taking ..... Mimir .. out of here?"
<Kuth> "Oh! Right. Sorry."
* Kuth looks at the field.
* Kuth tries pushing it.
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "No problem. I just .. don't like the idea of her being here. And, could yo ask Kiesha to come up?"
<Kuth> (( does it move? :) ))
<AlcarGM> Yes. It goes along as you push it, shrinking to fit through the door as well
<AlcarGM> (( Mimir: "Yes! Finally, a weight loss clinic that works!" ))

* Mary_jane`^ stands up, hobbles over to a nice spot to plant the seed, and digs up the dirt "It's ok to be affraid."
<AlcarGM> Suzie: "I TOLD you I am NOT afraid! It's just stupid!"
<Mary_jane`^> "Just because something is stupid, doesn't mean you can't do it."
<Kuth> (( ah, wisdon. ))
<Kuth> (( wisdom ))
<AlcarGM> Suzie: "And it doesn't mean I got to, either!"
<Mary_jane`^> "SOmetimes... You do. It's called a beuracracy."
* Kuth blinks. "My..." *tries to get up*
<Mary_jane`^> "SOmetimes... You do. It's called a beuracracy."
<AlcarGM> (( Suzie: "The horror! The horror!" ))
<AlcarGM> Suzie: "Huh?"
<Mary_jane`^> "The world makes you do stupid things just to get by."
<Mary_jane`^> "Selling yourself to random women isn't exactly the most smart thing to do..."
<Kuth> (( LOL ))
<Kuth> (( sorry, sorry ))
<AlcarGM> Suzie narrows her eyes. "So that's now it's going to be?"

<sparkie> And from afar, a mighty voice screams down I WANT TO ROLL DICE AND KILL THEM ALL!
<Kuth> 1d100 to determine the fate of a random pigeon 20 miles away.
<sparkie> Kuth 1d100: 79 to determine the fate of a random pigeon 20 miles away.
<Kuth> (( the pigeon explodes. ))
<sparkie> .... I hate you all.

<AlcarGM> The light of the grail ... acts, not alive, just .. here.... it was stopped from doing what it was meant to do. There must be retribution.
<Mary_jane`^> "Well? I'm waiting for an answer!"
<AlcarGM> it's NOT the grail, though . .more an echo of some old command in it, or some vague half moment of anger that it was thwarted will of its ow
<Mary_jane`^> "English!" At the all powerful light "I don't like body language. It makes for too much guess work!"
* Kuth concentraates on trying to keep the storm... calm, if not necessarily contained.
<AlcarGM> The lightr flares again, pushing at the boundaries of your soul. You feel a migraine, and it manifests as shattering glass ripping through your soul scape
<Mary_jane`^> "Hey! Stop that! DOn't do that! What are you doing?"
* Mary_jane`^ slaps it
<AlcarGM> ....
<AlcarGM> with what?
<Kuth> (( a trout. ))
* Mary_jane`^ slaps it with... her hand
<AlcarGM> (( no trouts! :p ))
<Kuth> (( awww ))

<Kuth> is everything stil trying to flare up, or is all calm now?
<AlcarGM> it's calm .... .definitely in serious need of a new soulscape, and barren as anything, but calm.
<AlcarGM> the grail: Supernature's enema.

<AlcarGM> Tad: "Thank you," from beside you. He's not the size of a small pony, wings curled up around him.
<Kuth> "Anytime, friend. I'm happy to have a purpose."
<AlcarGM> Tad hesitate,s and then you yhavge a dragom crapped around you. :"Thank you."
<Kuth> (( ... typoed, I hope? ))
<AlcarGM> err .. very much so :p
<AlcarGM> wrapped :p
<Kuth> (( phew. ))

* alcar finds it sad to be running an MIB game where not a single pc has elected to dress up LIKE a man in black :p

<alcar> mind you, his handler - a pimply faced jhigh school drop out martial artist - believes he's a ninja.
* Kayara snurks
<alcar> So they're probably each other's handlers.
<Kayara> A lamp-shade wearing guy and a high school kid who thinks he's a ninja.
<Kayara> They fight crime?
<alcar> .... I never thought of that.
<alcar> Tempting :)
<Kayara> haha
<Kayara> they need superhero names next
<Kayara> Lampshade Man and Ninja Boy

<Danilo> But it will be the ability to find thigns in my briefcase.
<Danilo> The better the roll, the more useful the found item will be to the situation
<Danilo> :P
<AlcarGM> lol. I recall that one. Sure :p
<AlcarGM> fill it with duct tape.

* Danilo coyly pulls out a wallet, flashes a badge, and places it back in his pocket before taking a seat accross from the woman. He brings his water with him.
<Danilo> ((It says INS :P))
<AlcarGM> (( get one that sats ERT too :P\ ))

* Rich` reaches up front and pulls the handbrake when the Jeep isnt close to something that it could reasonably slide into.
<AlcarGM> The jeep swerves, coming to a stop accompanied by the smell of burnt rubber.
<AlcarGM> Kenny: "What the hell? ... Oh. I thought I'd broken the stupid thing."
* Rich` pulls a gun from his suit pocket and shoots Kenny in the neck. There's a dart there.
<AlcarGM> He turns and looks at Rich. "You have a problem with ..... " and drops unconscious
* Rich` gets out and pulls him out, putting him into the seat he just vacated.
* Rich` gets in the driver's seat, ejects the CD, throws it out the window, and buckles his seat belt.
<AlcarGM> (( You know, people with lampshades on their heads aren't as scary as someone who just shoots people with dart guns for driving a vehicle :p ))
<Rich`> (( It's the quiet ones you gotta watch. ))
<Rich`> (( Plus he was endangering everyone inside and outside of the vehicle. ))
<AlcarGM> In order to prevent agents from using lehtal force, the GM rules that Kenny does not snore.

<AlcarGM> The town is northwest of you, about a three hour drive.
<AlcarGM> (( 1, if Kenny had been driving, but no...... ))
<Rich`> (( How long if we take off-road shortcuts? ...j/k. ))
<AlcarGM> (( 2.5, unless you hit a sasquatch :p ))
<Maxx`-`> "Alright well wake me up when we get there."
<AlcarGM> You wish to talk during this three hour trip that winds through small roads, a few highways, and a scattering of towns?
* Rich` doesn't speak again unless spoken to.
<AlcarGM> .. very cautious driver.
<Rich`> (( introverted. Except when shooting people in the neck. ))

<AlcarGM> You find some water after an hours walk, a small oasis of three white palm trees and some green-blue water. A snake is swimming in the water, its skin shed like an overcoat on the ground beside the pool
* Maxx`-` picks the skin up and uses that as the primary band for the head dress
<AlcarGM> The snakes head pokes up from the water. "Excussse me," it hisses. "What are you doing with my ssskin?" in a rather courteous voice.
<Maxx`-`> "I was going to use it with this grass to make a head dress"
<AlcarGM> Snake: "Why did you not asssk?"
<Maxx`-`> "Didn't realize you where a talker"
<AlcarGM> Snake: "Sssso that makessss it right to take what is not yoursss, man?"
<Maxx`-`> "Do you still have a use for it?"
<AlcarGM> Snake: "Of courssse I do! I wear it!"
<AlcarGM> Snake: "Do you not wear your own skin, man?"
* Maxx`-` shrugs setting the snake skin aside and continuing on with the head dress of all grass
<AlcarGM> You manage to make some using grass blades and bits of the palm trees.
* Maxx`-` puts it on and stands tall and proud
<AlcarGM> "What are you doing?" the snake asks pleasantly, having gotten back into it's skin. It's a diamondback, the diamonds glittering under the sun like small stars, or a woman's smile when she becomes your best friend for ever and ever until debt do you part

<Maxx`-`> (time to go dumpster diving)
<Maxx`-`> well that and people watching
<AlcarGM> You go outside and walk the town., It's a little before noon and you see .. no one. At all. Just you, and some leaves blown in the fall breeze.
<Maxx`-`> hmm... odd
<Maxx`-`> then again a guy in a purple sweat suit with a lamp shade as a mask is bound to drive people off
<AlcarGM> You think? :p

<Elana-Silvereye> is it ok if I'm a bio-replicant Russian Cyborg former double-agent Leuitenant of an independant military corporation from the future?
<AlcarGM> no :p
<Elana-Silvereye> >_>
<Elana-Silvereye> why not?
<Elana-Silvereye> I already have the character all made up, she just has to have gone back in time
<Elana-Silvereye> and ya know, she doesn't have ties to her former organization anymore, seeing as she has gone back in time, and defected twice
<Elana-Silvereye> ^_^

<AlcarGM> Old man: "I do NOT wear any kind of mask, young man. I am an honest man!"
<AlcarGM> The woman reaches both of you, panting a little. "Reginald, dear, remember what the doctor said about your blood pressure!"
<Maxx`-`> "Well in any case, I've seen behind the mask."
* Maxx`-` turns and starts his way on out less he is stopped
<AlcarGM> The old man mutters something about "satanists", but his wife pulls him away and says you're probably a very nice person, and besides, they have the same lampshade at home so you can't be all that bad/.

* Mary_jane`^ frowns and looks for Lance
<AlcarGM> He's not here.
<sparkie> Which, of course, means he is somewhere else.
<Mary_jane`^> smartass
<sparkie> If I can't roll dice, I can make inane comments.

<AlcarGM> The grey appears beside you after a while, watching the fighting avidly. *This unit finds your sexual customs strange*
<Mary_jane`^> "That's not our sexual custom."
<AlcarGM> Several of the military men begin having a friendly set to vs an armour-plated Steel Wool Mammoth (Mark IV) with axes.
<Mary_jane`^> "Wanna take bets?"
<AlcarGM> Grey: *Then why do they produce that much energy? It is wasteful. They should produce progeny with it.*
<Mary_jane`^> "What?"
<AlcarGM> Grey: *Progent? Replication? Mating? it is customary when binding energies.*

<analog> heh .. if i'm the good twin ...
* alcar has to be the evil one, because then I can get free room and board in the asylum when the end times come
<alcar> vacation in a padded cell, and I get to bite anyone I want cuz they all think I'm insane. AND throw feces
<alcar> What more could a guy ask for?
* analog will become a jehovas witness whenthe end times come ... just to get them back
<alcar> 'sides internet access
<alcar> lol
<alcar> Satan: "This whole door too door conversion thing just ain't workin', Brother Robertson."

<Mary_jane`^> (( Alcar, what ever happened to Suzie? I threw a knife at what I thought was a ninja standing next to her ))
<AlcarGM> Grey: *on what, then*
<AlcarGM> (( you hit hobbie ;P ))
<AlcarGM> (( who was trying to warn her about "The weird feeling" ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( LOL! ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( I wonder if she'll tell me =p ))
<AlcarGM> (( you have to wonder? :p ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( I wonder WHEN she'll tell me ))
<AlcarGM> (( probably when she tries to stab you with it? :p ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( It's made of ice... ))
<AlcarGM> (( yes, but it's the thought that counts. ))

<Mary_jane`^> "Could our Merlin be reformed? His power could be helpful... Will he always be an evil person, regardless?"
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "If Merlin is really as powerful as Mimir thinks there, I wouldn't be surprised if he could fool you, especially when you were just learning your power. Programming is easy, even without awesome magic, especially to confused young kids."
<AlcarGM> He blinks. "We could free him to help. I'm not sure we could reform him .. he might offer to try just to escape Sara though."
* Mary_jane`^ nods "I'll look into it."
<Mary_jane`^> "Arthur seems somewhat changed. His charisma could be of good use, but I fear what would happen releasing all of our old enemies to fight new ones."
* Mary_jane`^ looks at Gabe "Your thoughts?"
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "Set even against evil and hope they destroy each other?" with a grin.
* Mary_jane`^ shrugs
<Mary_jane`^> "Arthur was mistaken, Merlin thought he could rebuild a dog's soul. I think once they realize their faults they aren't so evil, just over ambitions and sociopaths."

<AlcarGM> The storm is somewhere ahead of you, perhaps a mile, perhaps two, when you run into a clearing and a complete absence of storm. Fenrir is standing there along with Amy and seven other wolves. He's .. battered, would be putting it kindly. One eye is swollen shut, and he's limping. Amy looks better, and the other wolves look almost as bad as fenrir. two of them lying on the ground while two Amy, in human shape, is bandaging them and cursing under her breath.
* Mary_jane`^ runs over to him
<AlcarGM> fenrir spins the moment you enter, a deep growl rumbling - then relaxes, slightly. "You arrive like a storm crow, don't you?" he says, his one open eye cold and very, very angry.
<Mary_jane`^> "We have to leave."
<AlcarGM> Fenrir blinks. The other wolves cower, and Amy blanches. "Leave?" he says, gently. The two wounded wolves try and expose their throats.
* Mary_jane`^ nods
<AlcarGM> Snake2: "Is it too late to pretend I'm not with you?" under his breath.
<AlcarGM> Fenrir: "And why would that be?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Well, did you have any better ideas?" Motioning toward the storm
<AlcarGM> (( "The publishers clearinghouse sweepstakes! You won!" ))

* Mary_jane`^ twists the staff and looks at Krishna "What do you know about this wall?"
<AlcarGM> Krishna: "Nothing at all. I never made it."
<Mary_jane`^> "But the creator did, right?"
<AlcarGM> Krishna: "No."
<Mary_jane`^> "I see."
* Mary_jane`^ looks at the wall
<Mary_jane`^> "Will you atleast give merlin a message?"
<AlcarGM> The wall's presence gets darker, if anything, a pressure against your minds. "I WILL NOT TELL HIMN ABOUT PENIS ENLARGEMENT ADS!" it roars
<Mary_jane`^> "No it's not that! Tell him someone is at the wall to see him."
<AlcarGM> Wall: "YOU ARE NOT SPAM?" suspiciously.

* Mary_jane`^ truthsights him again, then "I need you to heal my soul."
<AlcarGM> Tyler: "To what?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Heal it. It's been torn apart and shrunken. I need all of my soul right now."
<AlcarGM> Tyler: "I don't know how to heal a soul!"
<AlcarGM> Nora: "Jacob does."
<Mary_jane`^> "Well expirament, you were willing to try earlier!"
<AlcarGM> Tyler: "I...." Gold flecks enter his eyes. "I don't know....." And power flows into you, warming you.
* Mary_jane`^ gets a rush of nostalgia, but supresses it
* Mary_jane`^ absorbs it and expands her soul
<AlcarGM> The nostalgia, spurned, slinks off to play D&D.

<AlcarGM> Wall: "YOU ARE MORTAL. NOTHING MORTAL MADE ME."
<Mary_jane`^> "Well I wasn't at the time."
* Mary_jane`^ frowns
<Mary_jane`^> "What was I..." Trying to remember
<AlcarGM> Wall: "YOU GOT BETTER?" dubiously

<Mary_jane`^> I think, if i were all immortal and made this place, I would have seen the future and therefore made the place to be able to reform merlin within 500 years... which is why I forgot, becasue as the grey said if you know the future you're the only one that can change it
<AlcarGM> Sara has a mind of her own. A very ..... focused mind :p
<Mary_jane`^> then I would have used that...
<Mary_jane`^> I know exactly what she would want =p Sex sex sex!
<Mary_jane`^> that's a very limited variable
<AlcarGM> You forgot to add sex!
<AlcarGM> Yes, but as history proves it's a damn BIG variable :P
<Mary_jane`^> well
<Mary_jane`^> If I knew that she would have sex with him constantly
<Mary_jane`^> then I would use it to my advantage
<Mary_jane`^> 'for a good time, leave! and listen to mary jane.'
<AlcarGM> She seduced the wall into keeping him there.
<AlcarGM> ...
<AlcarGM> there are few circumstances where that sentence would make sense :p

<AlcarGM> That was why lancelot was spending a lot of time being angy and drinking in bars way back in the second campaign :p
<Mary_jane`^> I thought it was because he LOST a fight
<Mary_jane`^> not because he gave up a fight =p
* AlcarGM grins
<Mary_jane`^> That's a sad, sad reason to try and get drunk when you can't
<AlcarGM> well, it WAS over1500 years previous :p
<AlcarGM> I just really liked the idea of trying to show you care for someone by letting them last an extra few seconds in a fight. And seriously thinking they'd notice
<AlcarGM> sociopaths are fun :)

<Mary_jane`^> "himself."
<AlcarGM> Arthur: "That's a battle almost no one wins, I suspect."
<Mary_jane`^> "No, I really mean himself. The reason I'm gathering everybody is because they have evil twins out somewhere trying to destroy the universe."
<AlcarGM> Arthur blinks. "Do you know how silly that sounds?"
<Mary_jane`^> "yes! I do!"
<Mary_jane`^> "But I've fought myself once already!"

<AlcarGM> Lancelot looks at you calmly. "Is there anything else?"
<Mary_jane`^> "I'm worried about you Lance. Your way of suppressing emotion tells me far more than the emotion itself could."
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "Does it now?
<AlcarGM> "
<Mary_jane`^> "Yes... It does. I didn't know Excalibur would do... what it did."
* Mary_jane`^ thinks and looks at him with her truthsight
<AlcarGM> He shrugs lightly. "It was nothing."
<Mary_jane`^> "It was more than nothing, Lance... If it's not what's bothering you, then what is?"
<AlcarGM> Oh, it's bothering him. It was an old thing, what he considered a vain childish moment, only to realize, thanks you you, it had been much more than that. he didn't like knowing that about himself, at all, and, if he would not consider it dishonourbale, would probably have kiled Arthur, and then you. Or tried to. Right now honour is the only think upholding him, and he's brittle as egg shell undernreath that
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "I am fine."
* Mary_jane`^ blinks
<AlcarGM> The truly scary part? he believes that :p

<Chaos`^> Alcar!
<Chaos`^> damnit all
<Caltak> You can't expect to play all the time. I've had to learn that a few times.
* Caltak is now known as Caltak{AFK|BRB}
<Chaos`^> lol
<Chaos`^> Well
<Chaos`^> I like to hope i can
* Caltak{AFK|BRB} is now known as Caltak
* alcar[afk] is now known as alcar
<Chaos`^> brb
* Chaos`^ Quit (Read error: Connection reset by peer)
<alcar> lol
<alcar> nicely ironic

* AlcarGM kills off his players on principle.

<AlcarGM> you have whatever treasures you collected while dumpster diving :)
<Maxx`-`> hmmmm... dumpster treasure
<Maxx`-`> box of hoho's and a broken pocket watch
<AlcarGM> no particle accelerator?
<Maxx`-`> no, but could i have botched nukular bomb?
<AlcarGM> Nah. Not today.

* AlcarGM waits for players to, say, interact.
* Maxx`-` watves to Rich as he walks on past him
<AlcarGM> ... that was not what I had in mind.

<AlcarGM> The town remains still and quiet, as if you'd wandered into some fallout movie about the Last Man On Earth (Well, The Last Man And The Dude With The Lamp On His Head). A car or two does pass, and you see some people playing in a park you pass, but no one says hello. They just stop doing things and stare at you.
* Rich` forgot he was still wearing the suit and decides he should have taken the time to change... ah well.
<AlcarGM> (( into the black one. With sunglasses man! ))
* AlcarGM thinks it figures that he runs an MIB game and not a single PC dresses up as one.

<AlcarGM> You reach the wood without incident, unless you choose to start one. The woods are run by the Collins family, and whose woods these are you definitely know, since there are lots of NO TRESSPASSING signs, and the woods are fenced off with barbed wire.
<AlcarGM> On the plus side, since they're into sustainable agriculture and not clear cutting, it's difficult to tell that they forest has been mined of trees for a good two decades.
<AlcarGM> A police car, local, is parked beside closed off road, empty and locked.
<Maxx`-`> (ok done moving large objects)
<Rich`> (( they own the entire woods? ))
<AlcarGM> (( Yup. Probably the whole county, technically. ))
<AlcarGM> (( lumber, mining, etc. ))
<Rich`> (( bastards. ))
<AlcarGM> (( What, can't people enjoy the fruits of others people's hard work on thweir behalf living sweatshop-style so they can prosper?! ))

<AlcarGM> the firepit is empty except for some sticks in it that form the letter G. The ashes for the greek letter Gamma as well behind the sticks.
* Maxx`-` looks about the area for any other signs of inteligance
<AlcarGM> You don't see anyone or thing else here., Just you, and the rain which is slowly letting up
* Maxx`-` gets on out of the area and heads in a random direction
<AlcarGM> You walk out. Ten minutes later the rain stops and the sun comes out and begins baking the ground, which steams a little. Shortly, you see a figure in the distance. An old man casrring a watering can that is also, at the same time, a staff he is leaning on.
* Maxx`-` walks on up to the old man as if it where nothing
<AlcarGM> The old man nods to you, a door behind him that isn't actually there. "Bright the day."
<Maxx`-`> "Dark the night"
<Rich`> (( jeez, how many drugs is Maxx on right now, anyways? :P ))
<AlcarGM> (( do you want to know? :p ))

<MechaBlue> The real-time DMing allows for the situation where the halfling decides to dry-hump the black pudding
<MechaBlue> real-time is the wrong word. Interactive is better.
* alcar nods. Yeah.
<alcar> that's also an interesting mental image.
<MechaBlue> It's a gift
<MechaBlue> "What's the morale penalty for a headshot with a freshly used menstrual pad?"

<AlcarGM> A few people watch you. The men, recognizing you, go silent andgradually the crowd quiets, sensing Something Is Happening.
<AlcarGM> Tad plops down inside your head, muttering about wizards.
* Mary_jane`^ looks at her que card for the names of the teams and the watchamacallit
<Mary_jane`^> (( As long as it isn't a boojum I'm ok ))
<AlcarGM> The Snarks and the Jabberwock.
<Mary_jane`^> LoL
* Kuth flies down from the sky, currently being a rather large asain-style (i.e. mostly snakelike) dragon with pale-colored metallic scales. By rather large, I mean about the size of a large battleship.
<Mary_jane`^> "Ladies and gentlemen. It's time for tonight's Main Event!"
<AlcarGM> You sense Power above you... diminshed, but Kuth is... senseable even when drained of power.
<AlcarGM> A lot of people look up. Cameras whirl and flash.
<AlcarGM> Two of the mercnaries gape, one of them saying "if that's the main event, I quit!"

<Mary_jane`^> (( Give awards to who exactly? ))
<AlcarGM> (( the jabberwock? :p ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( I thought all the mercinaries were killed quickly by the jabberwock =p ))
<AlcarGM> but the winners get awards!
<AlcarGM> pinning them on will be an event in itself :)

<AlcarGM> Okay. The ship gets filled with ... err... do you really want to fit an entire pack? :)
<Mary_jane`^> What else am I going to do with them?
<Mary_jane`^> if I leave them here I'll be throwing them to the wolves!
<Kuth> (( it'll be cosy. ))
<Mary_jane`^> plus space ships are big.. I'm sure there's a big cargo area for a big pack
<Kuth> (( not all spaceships are big :) ))
<AlcarGM> Lesse ... Nora the demon. Tyler/Jacob the half angel. Fenrir, his daughter Amy, and 200 wolves, plus his mate. King Arthur. Lancelot, Merlin, Gabe, Kiesha, MJ, Kuth, Tad, Suzie, AND Hobbie
<Mary_jane`^> Well i'm sure this one is
<AlcarGM> I *think* that's everyone :p
<Mary_jane`^> 200!?
<AlcarGM> yes.
<Kuth> (( roflmao ))
<Mary_jane`^> MY GOD! THAT MAN NEEDS TO SLOW DOWN!
<Mary_jane`^> he's breeding like a rabbit

<Mary_jane`^> If Murder is older than creation, as excalibur would lead me to believe, then doesn't it have a counterpart, one I can use?
<AlcarGM> lol. Possibly Life itself :p
<Mary_jane`^> damnit
<Mary_jane`^> I mean a weapon I can use =p
<AlcarGM> you gots one :)
<Mary_jane`^> a life?
<Mary_jane`^> no i don't
<AlcarGM> Err. Okay, then.
<Mary_jane`^> I need one
<Mary_jane`^> i guess you might consider sitting at the computer every night playing rpg's a life
<Mary_jane`^> most everyone seems to have gotten one
<Mary_jane`^> a life that is
<AlcarGM> heh
<Mary_jane`^> I knew it would happen sometime, but I didn't expect it to be so... anti-climactic
<AlcarGM> weapon :p
<Mary_jane`^> oh!
<AlcarGM> but if you have not guessed, I shan't explain :)
<Mary_jane`^> yeah

<Mary_jane`^> "What about friends? Have you tried having those?"
<AlcarGM> Power hits the barrier again, enough that it hurts you head to sense it. The barrier holds.
<AlcarGM> Merlin: " Friends are only for people who cannot feel pain."

<AlcarGm> Sherrif Patterson: "What drugs are you not on?"
* Maxx`-` shrugs
<Maxx`-`> "7 or 8, few greens few blues"
<AlcarGm> Patterson: "....."
<AlcarGm> Patterson: "Would you happen to know what tore his head off?"
* Maxx`-` shrugs
<Maxx`-`> "Tree branch for all I know."
<AlcarGm> He does not quite grind his teeth together. "And?"
<Maxx`-`> "And?"
<AlcarGm> Patterson: "DO you want to examine the body?"
<AlcarGm> (( hello? MIB agent? Dead fellow agent? ))
* Maxx`-` shrugs
<Maxx`-`> "Might as well, been a while sence I saw a freash one"
* Maxx`-` heads for the body bag to take a look at it
<AlcarGm> The body is, indeed, Kenny. Sans head. as in, torn off. Quite cleanly, though not by a blade.
<AlcarGm> Still in costume, dead at least 8 hours. No flies on the corpse, which is odd
* Maxx`-` eyes it a bit more in detail "On realy pissed off Ant eater did this if you ask me"
<AlcarGm> The sherrif stares at you some more, then lowers his voice. "If this is some fuckin' F-B-I lingo, you can take it and shove it so far up your ass you'll need a team of hamsters to dig it out!"

<AlcarGm> A man is standing by it dressed in brown and green and csrrying a shotgun. He's smoking a cigar and eyeing the spot as if waiting for something.
<Maxx`-`> "See anything strange last night?"
<AlcarGm> The man looks up into the tree, surprised, but doesn't raise his gun. He leans back against a tree. "Aside from you?"
<Maxx`-`> "Was I out here last night??"
<AlcarGm> Man: "You're in the trees. I heard 'em in the trees last one. One fell here. So I'm waiting."
<Maxx`-`> "Who's them?"
<AlcarGm> Man: "The vampires. I see them, leaping through trees. Like rabbits. So I put garlic bulbs in the trees, and one fell. I'm waiting for later, when everone goes away. Then, well -" he spits. "Then we'll see."
<Maxx`-`> "This i've gotta see..."
* Maxx`-` sits down some place semi out of the way his back to a tree
<AlcarGm> The man looks a bit taken aback. "Almost no one believes me. But I've seen them. I've seen them rise the earth to breakdance to disco music under the moonlight."
<Maxx`-`> "Coreogrify any good?"
<AlcarGm> The man stares at you supsiciously, then shakes his head. "Worse 'n drunken hillbillies shooting up stop signs."

* Mary_jane`^ begins shooting at things like an x wing on meth

<Kuth> "Where's the shield generator?"
<AlcarGM> AI: "Behind the crew compartments. It looks like a gas tank," helpfully.
<AlcarGM> AI: "We do take leaded, though."
* Kuth flies out of the cockpit and tries to find it.
<AlcarGM> Kuth - it's not hard to find, though you have to rap a few wolves unconscious who've managed to get though air ducts and into the crew area to play some wolf version of street hockey It does, indeede, look like a gas tank. If a gas tank was the size of a smal apartment.
<AlcarGM> The ship shudders slightly.
* Kuth looks it over, considering... then just shrugs, separates himself from his body, and flies inside of it. He then tries to enhance the power with magic, and build up for a pulse of power to try to destroy, damage, or at least repulse the entities.
<AlcarGM> Hrm. Effective...
<AlcarGM> You fly in, merging with the <insert technobabble here> energy drive. It feels like taking a warm bath, really.
<AlcarGM> You can feel the energy shield now, like a pale aura around the ship, changing to become, well, part of you.
<AlcarGM> AI: "General warning: We are invalidating the warranty."
<Mary_jane`^> "What warranty? you're over 500 years old, your warranty expired!"
<AlcarGM> The AI is, of course, ignoring you :p

<AlcarGM> Gabe looks at Kuth. "You sure you're okay?"
<Kuth> "Well... I just had an oily evil energy try to rewrite me, then I flew through the edge of the Grail which felt like it dissolved me... but I think I'm okay now. Probably."
<AlcarGM> Gabe looks Kuth over, then just nods.
* Kuth (( supresses the urge to cackle meniacly and grow a black mustache. ))
<AlcarGM> (( :p ))

<Mary_jane`^> so!
<Mary_jane`^> alcar!
<Mary_jane`^> if blue is truth, and green is lies
<Mary_jane`^> what is yellow?
<AlcarGM> err... I have no idea? :p
<AlcarGM> politcs? :0
<Mary_jane`^> lol
<AlcarGM> nice yellow streak

* Kuth returns to the cockpit.
<AlcarGM> Gabe's in the cockpit, Lancelot having gone to make sure you didn't torque the engine into something weird.
<AlcarGM> Kiesha is sitting in a spare seat, her head between her knees. "I feel..... horrible."
<Kuth> "Looks like Fenrir's mate and I think along similar lines. I'd sure hate to be Nora right now..."
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "...oh?"
* Kuth nods. "Nora has to clean the bay -- which is actually worse than I thought -- and without magic or help... unless someone volunteers."
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "...... oh."
<AlcarGM> Kiesha: "I am NOT. I feel worse than that time I had to eat those guards on Rigel IV, and they don' bathe there. Ever."
<Kuth> "Did you really have to eat them, though? Wouldn't... mortally wounding them suffice?"
<AlcarGM> Kiesha: "They were the kings sons. Long story."
<AlcarGM> Gabe sighs. "Here," and touches Kiesha's forehead. She blinks, raises her head.
<AlcarGM> Kiesha: "Okay. That almost makes up for when we had to get drunk for that diplomatic meeting on mars. Almost." She leaves.
<AlcarGM> Gabe sighs. "I swear she keeps a scorecard somewhere."

<Mary_jane`^> "I know! A cape... Those have to be comming back in style..."
<AlcarGM> Arthur stares at you. "Fine. A simple one."
<Mary_jane`^> "What? You used to wear capes didn't you?"
* Mary_jane`^ makes a nice normal costume with a cape for him
<Kuth> (( I should start wearing a cape... ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( LoL... No. ))
<Kuth> (( I've been wanting to for some time now. ))
<Kuth> (( in RL, I mean. ))
<AlcarGM> (( .... ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( I know... No. ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( Although there was this one guy in my home town that used to wear robes and capes all the time... but that was for religion ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( So if you don't want to look like a nerd, say it's for religion... ))
<AlcarGM> (( "I'm a Satanist." ))
<Mary_jane`^> (( WOuldn't matter, religion is pretty much crap in this campaign =p ))
<Mary_jane`^> "Oh, sorry, just thinking out loud... You did some research on the government, right?"
<Mary_jane`^> (( Oh... Ooookay ))

<AlcarGM> Lancelot comes back in. "The engine runs. More or less. I believe you changed the fuel."
<Kuth> "I did? That was an accident. I was really only trying to manipulate the shield."
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "You tend to do many things by accident. Such as knowing things you shouldn't. Curious, that."
<Kuth> "Oh, that. Well. I don't claim to be an expert on amnesia."
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "If that is what you wish to call it."
* Kuth shrugs. "What else do you call not being able to remember everything you should? Sometimes things come to me, or something seems familiar somehow, but I'm having a hard time remembering things properly."
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "I merely wonder how they found us." He leaces without waiting for a reply.
<AlcarGM> Kuth feels lucky that Nora is likely to be voted off the ship before him? :)
* Kuth gapes at him as he goes, then looks at Gabe. "I'm accused of being some kind of spy now?"
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "I guess so...." He looks after Lance, then shakes his head.
* Kuth frowns. "He's mistrusted me ever since he decapitated me and I didn't die."

* Mary_jane`^ leaves, with better things to do than watch Kuth get confused
<Kuth> "Ok. So. I made a bargain with you all however long ago, and now I have your soul or souls, which you don't want because you want to be protected from magic. Got it."
* Kuth nod sagely.
<AlcarGM> The grey looks very, very relieved.,
* Mary_jane`^ heads back to the lounge
<Kuth> "Well, sorry about all of that, then. I was just trying to figure it all out."
<AlcarGM> Grey: **This unit shall be terminated for inadequate explanatory abilities.**
<Kuth> "Woah woah woah, that's not necessary."
<AlcarGM> Grey: **?? Why not? This unit failed.**
* Mary_jane`^ kicks the kuth out of her channel =p

<AlcarGM> "Hmm." He files that away. "There is an upper limit to all strength, you know."
<Mary_jane`^> "Ofcourse... But it can't hurt to try. What if I didn't try and my other self is stronger than I am?"
<AlcarGM> lancelot: "Then you cheat."
<AlcarGM> He smiles slightly ."I fully intend to."
<Mary_jane`^> "To cheat?"
<AlcarGM> He nods.
<Mary_jane`^> "How are you planning on doing that?"
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "I haven't decided," calmly. "But I think I will have to, if I face myself."
<Mary_jane`^> "Why do you think that?"
<AlcarGM> Lancelot: "Because the other me won't be nice, now, will he?"
<Mary_jane`^> "I see..."

* Mary_jane`^ gets back into a position to fight Lance
<AlcarGM> He nods, and moves.
* Mary_jane`^ blocks him
<AlcarGM> You manage it. Tad grumbles, stretches, and you move faster. He matches, easily.
<AlcarGM> Arthur: "Damn," softly.
<Mary_jane`^> "You should have warmed up before, you know..." Silently to tad
<AlcarGM> Tad: 'I was sleeping!"
<AlcarGM> Tad: "Do you want me to exercise in my sleep?"
<Mary_jane`^> "What happens when you're asleep but suddenly we get attacked by pirate ninja monkeys!?"
<AlcarGM> Tad: "Unless they're smurfs. I'll assume you had food poisoning."

<AlcarGM> Lancelot blocks, parries, spins back ot the wall, gets a second sword and throws three lives at you.
<Mary_jane`^> lives?
<Mary_jane`^> knives?
<AlcarGM> err, yes. Knives :p
<AlcarGM> unless it turns out La Fin is really a computer game.
<AlcarGM> with magical mushrooms.
<Mary_jane`^> atleast he didn't throw three die at me
<Mary_jane`^> lol dice

<AlcarGM> Gabe: 'The only thing the truth has going for it is that it's the truth. That'ds not much, against lies that strong."
* Mary_jane`^ smiels at that "If you KNOW it's the truth, then that makes it even more powerful."
<Mary_jane`^> "That is why I know I'll win."
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "It's not lies that are dangerous, MJ. Normal lies are - easy. The truth isn't stronger thana lie, but it remains even when the lie was forgotten. It's the myth that's really dangerous. She can probably create them, and change them."
<Mary_jane`^> "Truth is greater than fiction."
<AlcarGM> Gabe: "That's only because fiction has to make sense. The real world isn't obliged to. We're flying in the vessels of a dragon that doesn't exist, remember?"
<Mary_jane`^> "Exactly!"

* Fennec might come up with a PC but isn't quite sure what would be quite interesting for him :)
<Fennec> ... alcar has seen what sorts of characters I tend to make on my own, heh
* Caltak just tries to come up with interesting variations of the same base idea. :P
<Fennec> tatterdemalion: describe for me what you think my characters in general are like
<tatterdemalion> hrm, you haven't played in enough of my games, really. But, so far, largely Victorian :p
<Fennec> haha...
<Caltak> heh
* Fennec is apparently in the wrong century... :)
* Caltak is in the wrong Genus. :)

* alcar chuckles. Someone is playing w/ my bot...
<alcar> <Fennec> hahahaha... Wild magic effect 6623 is: Nearest druid begins preaching the merits of strip-mining
<analog> lol
<analog> what kind of phrase is "someone is playing with my bot" at this time of the morning?
<alcar> a valentine's day phrase? :p