- Session 1 * Isis mmms faintly. She glances between Tim and Charlie. "And you two?" <> I'm just here to keep an eye out for y'all. * Lewis pushes into the cockpit and buckles in. "Time to strap down, folks!" * Tim blinks. "Who, me? Techie, mostly. Mechanic, also. Bit of this and that." He smirks. "I also cook." * Illyana does so. * Tim buckles in. * Isis grins as she sits down and picks up her helmet. "Perhaps you can make an exotic Europan dish. Out of ice." She dons her helmet and straps in. * Charlie strapped in as well. * Chako straps down. "Ice flambe. Sounds bettah than rations." <> ( *paints the NPC's suit torsos red, adds Starfleet insignia* ) - Session 2 * Tim gently places his two pieces together in the depression, making the bottom 2/3 of a triangle. "And put the red one on top, there." * Illyana puts the third piece on top. Makeshift Tri-Force is now complete :P * Isis crouches for a second, then leaps up as best she can, climbing the statue. Somewhat ungracefully at times, thanks to the gravity, but she makes it, standing atop the giant thingy's head. * Tim blinks and watches Isis climb. "See anything else up there?" ( Tokyo Tower! ) ( No, besides that! ) ( Mothra! ) ( Aieee! ) (c.c;) - Session 4 <> * Isis mmms. "A little elementary science goes a long way... but I don't know any of the particulars." She glances around at the walls. "Still, it's reassuring." ( ...*struggles not to laugh* ) ( How cute ^_^ ) ( Can I say, though, that you put so much effort into this, Cham. I'm jealous. ^_^ ) ( I like the one with the rolling-pin ^_^ ) ( The one with the little rolling pin is adorable. ) ( ...Out of my head. ) <> (He's a crazy GM. He spends entire nights doing this stuff. ^_^;) (Oh, I know I suck at drawing. ^^;) (That's actually a scroll, but if you like you can pretend he's making muffins.) ( Muffins! SPACE muffins! ) ( I thought he was making a cake. You know, that thing to the right. ) (Mmm. I could use a good muffin'. Rations suck.) ( Full of Spacey Goodness. ) - Session 5 <> ( *gnaws on Cham* Mmm. Meaty. ) <> <> ( Why not? ) *Tim looks at the markings, trying to puzzle them out, if he can. <> - Session 6 * Isis cleans her sword on a rock, kicking up sparks. Spider guts, eww! * Illyana turns to Chako. "Kommander, I believe I can adjust our sensors to detect these things now." ( ...*struggles not to say: "Moose und sqvirrel! Ve can detect moose und sqvirrel!" ) <> [EXCUSE FOR BUMPING] comes a voice in sleythin from under it. ( EXCUSE FOR BUMPING. A WINNER IS YOU. ) ( Off course! ) * Chako blinks at the item. "Um... yeah." * Isis raises an eyebrow. Is it asking, or is it excusing? * Illyana goes over to Chako and takes a look. <> [ERROR, CANNOT SEE. PLEASE EXCUSE.] ( Oh dear god. It's your cute but annoying robot sidekick. ) * Chako tries to pull the tarp off. "I wouldn't know." ( Not for long, it's not. *reaches for sword* ) * Tim blinks and looks up. "...Alright, who did what?" <> * Tim blinks at it. "Wow." * Illyana examines it, as it's caught her interest. (ooh, what color are it's highlights, peach?) nanites? That's my guess, yeah. As I haf said. <> [NEW MODEL? SCANNING! ENJOYMENT!] ( What haf she said? ) ( She haf been sayikg, those kursed Seeds foiled her plans. ) [ACKNOWLEDGEMENT.] <> [METAL FRACTURE, EROSION. ETCHING.] <> [NANITE APPLICATION RECOMMENDED. CONFIRM?] ( It's like having Cham right there with us. ) ([CHIKINS.]) ( He didn't men.. ah, there we go. ) ( Well, he still didn't mention Fish. ) (cham's not that helpful..) * Chako rolls her eyes. "Nah. I'm fine." ( [FISH RECOMMENDED. CONFIRM?] ) ([SHOE TO THE HEAD. CONFIRM?].. right Mecha?) (Don't we all wish.) * Isis nods. "It's very helpful. I think it's hiding something." (Nanites! Is there nothing they can't do? Eat them for breakfast!) * Tim nods. Nice. Who knows how long it took ATC to come up with this stuff and this little bot fixes it in no time. ( Of course. The cereal is built through nanotechnology. :P ) ( Wai! Honey Bunches of Nanites! ) - Session 7 <<[ENJOYMENT! GUIDE ROBOTS NOW ONLINE! REQUESTED. ARRIVAL IMMANENT!]>> * Tim frowns. <> <> * Tim shakes his head. * Chako sighs. "It was bad enough before." Hopefully this is as bad as it gets. <> Science can take us across the stars and create marvels, but not even the great god Science can create a non-annoying tour guide. * Tim chuckles. * Tim picks his helmet up again and carries it at his side. Remind me to shoot Science in the head next time I meet him. [It only has a number... say, whattya call this star? I can update it for later.] * Isis chuckles. "Our people unimaginatively named it 'the Sun'. The scientific name we've adopted for the star is Sol." <<[Don't feel bad. Our list of star names which have borne sentient life is four hundred thousand words for "the Sun".] A title in sleythin appears over the star.>> - Session 8 (dippin' bots. iMac of the future) [Oh, how wonderful. It's not often races drop by that build exosuits like we do... oh? Is there a head one of you I'm supposed to talk to? I do apologize if I've offended. Caste systems are so deucedly hard to recognize, you know.] ( ...Did you just say "deucedly"? ) (um.... maybe?) ( ... ) * Chako recites, "Lieutenant First Class Chako Styrina, of AndressenTofuCorp." ( "You are made of soy and lutefisk?" "Shut it, lizard." ) <> ( Why, Mr. Sleythin, are you trying to seduce me? ) * Isis raises an eyebrow. "The last living Sleythin, I presume?" ( Quickly, Shanaa'na. We've descended into deepest Africa to return you to England! ) <> * Charlie attacks the one Isis hadn't it. 2d6-5 * Atom[Sleep] rolls for Charlie (2d6-5) and gets -2. <> * Isis quite literally appeared in midslash. Very wu xia. I paid the CP for it, damnit, I want to look cool. <> * Isis sighs. "Goo. It's always goo." She looks over her shoulder. "Excellent shot." - Session 9 *** Illyana (vortex@AC960BEA.ipt.aol.com) has joined #atc (There we go.) ( What'd I miss? ) ( One sec. ) ( Isis and Tim delcared their undying love for one another, Chako turned into a penguin and Charlies is on fire. ) (oh.. the flesh.. it burns.....) ( o_O ) ( We get to kill this guy by the end of the campaign, right? ) <> (Well, when Mars gets accidentally blown up by hippies with too much power...) Now, after your battle, you encounted repair robots, apparently mostly sentient. ( I have no particular attachment to Mars. Let's do it. ) These robots...describe them, please? (... damn. Now we'll have to move to Venus and call everything Yellow ) - Session 10 * Tim shrugs and has some ...diet chocolate soda. At least it's wet. ...right? <> ( ... Ewwww.... ) (My sentiments exactly. @_@) <> <> * Isis poses with her blade. Cherry blossoms fall! You perhaps hear the pounding of a koto. * Tim makes sure his suit's sealed and tries not to get shot. <> (c.c;;) ( Uh... Yeah @_@ ) (Um... cameo time!) *** Marguerite is now known as Chamelaeon - Session 11 "Rooms are in C block, 409 and 407. You work it out - I've got paperwork to deal with." She sashays down the ramp and out the hangar door. You can hear Wintergreen whistle softly from the cockpit. ( Lisa's in armor, yes? ) (Yup. Her armor's nice and thin, though.) ( Right, then. ) ( I bet she stuffs her breastplate. ) (*cackle* Just don't let her hear that.) (She can't read things in parentheses. We are saved.) ( "'THE Tim'? You mean there aren't more of me?" ) heh.. So, What'd you do, Tim? The girl squeals as Tim talks to her. "Yeah! Colonies all over! And they just don't know cause word spreads slowly! Oh, right! I'm Bethany!" She grins manically. ( After the Mr. T pact of 2012, all names beginning with the Letter T were banned. No wonder you're famous :P ) (c.c;;;) (*dies*) Session 12 - Lisa is leaning back against the wall, eyes closed. She's frowning. * Chako walks out. She's in her jumpsuit, and is trying to get minor tangles out of her hair with her fingers. * Tim is standing there, barely staying upright. It's hard to tell if he's actually awake or not. * Charlie is out in the hall, by the way. ( She's dead! Eeep! ) ( Let the ATC murder mystery commence! It was Professor Plum in the Garden with the Candlestick! ) ( Was not. ) ( Was too. ) Session 13 - <> ( Oh my god, we're trapped on Shadow Moses. ) (YES! XD) ( ...and I'm the cyborg ninja! I GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE! ) (Hah! I'd think you get to be Snake. Or is that Charlie? Does that make me Meryl? c.c;) Session 14 - "The... they're all over, dude!" <> "The officer and elite squads're all in the sealtubes, though.... the ATC fucke-... the ATC soldiers have 'em blockaded out! Or last I heard, dude, don't hurt me! I just came to find myself, man! Read Bean, Black Bean, they're up there too! Don't kill me! I just wanted to find myself!" <> ( Red bean, black bean? Are they an attack force or a chili cookoff? ) ( ...yes. ) ( On Lisa's turn, can she and I perform X-Slash? ) Session 15 - 2d6+3 * Hope rolls for Tim (2d6+3) and gets 15. (COUGH) ( ... Atom's dice loathe me today. ) ( Tim sees pretty rainbows, fluffy bunnies, and scenes from "Airplane 2" ) (Just outta curiosity, what did the red suit look like?) (It was light-looking, all red, and had wings. And a sparkly helmet!) ( Wait. We were attacked by Knight Man and Weltall-2? ) (.... yes. <_< >_>) Session 16 - ( Must... not... type... 'slytherin'... ) <> <> ( Don't go! Field of flowers! Dark Falz! I've SEEN IT HAPPEN! ) ( Join us, Isis. It's bliss. ) <> ( Aw, screw that. This one we just blow down! ) (I agree completely!) ( Click on the lens and win $20! ) (Fascinating...) ( "If this door is flashing, a winner is you!" ) <> * Isis shakes her head. "That seems odd. I would expect the AllDrug to be... a file. Wouldn't you? A schema for manufacturing. If they only sent a limited supply in a... a VAT..." she says with distaste, eyeing... the, well, vat. * Illyana does the analyzing thing too. <> ( Are you saying this is the Rock Candy of Esuna +10? ) Huh. (Maybe it's like condensed AllDrug. Put it in water, drug a whole planet!) * Illyana takes out a large test tube and puts a hunk of it in. * Charlie goes to looking at the door. <> ( So it's the Tang of Esuna +10? THat's even WORSE. ) (Fist-sized? That's a lot of Tang.) * Isis blinks. "If I didn't know better, I'd say this data is *alive* somehow. Apparently the crystals ARE the alldrug. Wherever you rub it, you'll feel better, because it's a topical analgesic." * Tim picks up a chunk of AllDrug and hands it to Charlie. * Chako (falls over laughing. Beautiful!) (Isis is eaten by a giant mantis.) * Charlie tries fitting it in the door. ( Shut your hole! You made the AllDrug tang! You're DEAD to me! ) Session 17 - * Illyana hides behind Chako, 'cause she's the captain. (Temporarily.) * Tim hides too. Spiders. c.c; (Much more of this and the GM will have our hides.) ( Brave, brave sir Tim. He boldy ran away. ) <> ( Are you implying Isis is a wimp? ((_@ ) (No. I value my life.) (The other wimp is Vernon, silly. ^_~) ( Vernon's not a wimp. He's a projectile weapon. *tosses him into the melee* ) (Wah! @_@) "Education takes a lifetime... unless you get it like I did." <> ( Man, you are stealing all my hackneyed dialogue and now you have to pay. ) * Tim taps the pedestal. <> * Illyana peers at the pedestal. What kind of rock? * Chako says, "Ah. Yeah. We've been running for this for a while. It's something. Now how the hell do we get back to Europa?" <> ( Oh, once we figure out this puzzle, we get a free warp to the entrence. ) (I don't think it's a puzzle.. grab the freakin' key. ^_~) ( Huh? Oh, right. ) * Tim tries to pick up the crystal. ( Tired. z.z ) ( Nah. Too easy. There's some sort of trick. Let's think about it for an hour or two :P ) (Moogle gets fucking bonus points! Good lord. o_O) ( *snicker* ) ( I had a valid IC excuse! I was carving Masterson up in my head!) (Sounds good to me!) <> * Isis mms. "The 'key', I suppose." (Choirs of Heavenly Fucking Angels come down and sing "YEA, ALLELUIA, IT IS THE FUCKING KEY!") Session 18 - <> ( I cut them in half. ) (They die! Yay!) ( Nobody will miss them. ) Session 19 - * Isis frowns. "Just because it's not going to explode in my face..." She reaches for a letter opener and slits the thing open, eyeing the letter. "...doesn't mean it's harmless." Perhaps you vill die of a papercut. <> ( What fun is that ;_; ) (I feel gypped.) (We'd better ship it to Warehouse 23.) ( What a boring letter. ) ( Easy for all of you to say. You're not HOLDING it. ) Anyway, Vernon, you know if ATC controls that moon? Not as far as I know. ( Of course not. Piccillo blew up the moon. ) ( Picolo? I thought it was Master Roshi? ) I'm sure they vould if they could. ( Well, it was Roshi in DB, and Piccolo in DBZ. ) ( The moon comes back a lot. ) ( at least twice. ) (It respawns at the Legrange point, right, right.) ( And then Yugi blew it up, and I think Gundam blew it up at least twice. ) * Chako comes out of the bedroom! She's wearing a black studded leather jacket over a tight t-shirt, black leather pants and and black leather boots. She also picked up some mirrorshades. ( ...Subtle, Trinity. ) Knowing SIG-ASP, though, they might have simplified the design...considerably. Is there any mention of bubble gum or paper clips? * Tim chuckles. "Not sure. I think I saw a shoestring somewhere." That sounds promising. ( Please let that be a string theory reference. ) ( Sure. It's a shoeperstring! ) Session 21 - http://chamelaeon.sandwich.net/rpg/logs/atc21.txt Just go read it. It's worth it. Session 22 - Ah, I heard that you carry navigation systems...we're working on repairing a ship. What he said. <> "Ah, you are ship people, then. Vell, what sort would you like?" (Mweh heh heh.) Yes. "If you've got no opinion, then how de hell am I supposed to sell to you?" Well, we need to replace the entire interface. It's a smaller mid-class, so I was thinking of a GSS C-series clone, something like the 4203. We'd like a hot spare for the main controller, if you have one. (You've gotten me started, damn you, Cham. If this gets more detailed I'm going to pull out my Cisco parts ordering guide and translate it into spaceship.) ( HAR. Phear the Calc! ) "As vor de rest of it... terminals, I have. Cable, I have. Sound systems, I have coming out my fucking nose. It's like I have a fucking glandular problem oder vasnot." * Tim chuckles. * Vernon grins. * Isis in a tanktop with her hair in a ponytail wearing black leather pants and a denim shirt tied around her waist, and a BIG hunting knife on her belt. Tres sexy. (... Jesus, Ramba.) * Chako grunts back, and sits down. Hey, when in Rome. "Gimme a dark beer." <> ...Pass. Session 23 - * Vernon heads on in. "First off, behind the entranceway, we have the bridge." * Isis actually looks a little surprised. "What, just like that? No elevators or special gadgets?" She looks around. "No wookies playing chess?" ( She's a film buff! Yeah. That's the ticket. ) * Isis raises an eyebrow. "A 'virus cannon'? I'm guessing you mean a computer virus and not, say, scurvy." With a *very* happy virus. Not too many shots, but we won't need more than one per target. (Hah! Scurvy.) * Vernon nods. "Digital Black Death." (There is no scurby in the future! Too much orange coloring in people's diets.) (Xtreem Cheetos, Xtra-Xtra cheese flavoring probably helps. ^_~) ("Extreme" and its variants do not belong in the names of food products. >_>#) ( In the future, the vowel "e" as a first letter has been abolished. Also, all restaurants are Taco Bell. ) (Now with 99% less Cheeto!) (Tell that to the marketers of TEH FUTURE!) ("Extreme jello shots!" "Extreme Cheetos!" "Extreme toothpaste!") (Damn, secret product production revealed!) Session 24 - (Vernon tinkers with a little remote control. Suddenly, an alarm blares. "BUBBLEGUM FAILURE ON ENGINE TWO.") <> Session 25 - ( *pops up Nadesico-style taking up Vernon's entire HUD* HIHO! ) (*sob*) Session 26 - <> So much for that. Shit, don't the Sleythin ever give something an user's manual? * Chako snickers. "Somethin' didn't work? That's what the last Sleythin's for." * Isis shrugs her shoulders, taking off her helmet and setting both it and the sword down. "Would he? He's gone. Not dead. Just... gone. I'm not sure I'll ever have children and my sister can't even lift a sword, let alone use one. The style's persisted since the 1600's in Japan... and I'm the reason it's going to die out." Can't you teach it? *he takes off his helmet too* I did. Before I joined ATC, anyway. And even a little after. I admit I joined the company out of rebellion, a little. And look where it got me. <> * Charlie looks at Isis. "It'd make a great ad line. 'The sword fighting style that saved the galaxy!'" *he swipes his hand across the sky, as if reading across a banner* (sky, air, ceiling.. y'know) ( And it's great for flattening your waist and shaping those legs!) <> ( Clearly, the gazebo is asleep. I sneak attack! ) <> [It is for us, but fuck if I know about you.] <> At least analyze it first. It could be good for them, but bad for us. ( Oh my god. It's a cross-bred pokemon. It's a Chakosaur. ) Session 27 - (> prod guidebot) ("There is no guidebot here") Session 28 - * Tim comes out, sporting a stylish one-piece jumpsuit from Frederick's of Non-Dimensional Space. * Isis hmms. "I somehow have the oddest craving for frog legs." ( Luckily, I brought a knife. "Is this catch-your-own?" "Not with the waitstaff, ma'am." ) * Vernon raises an eyebrow. Now that's weird. Yeah it is. (*I'm* the one who runs the Paranoia campaigns, Cham. >_>) <> ( Alien freaks? At this time of night? Goodness, what is the neighborhood *coming* to? ) (My word.) (Before they send us / To the grave / Alien beasts use / Burma Shave. [4]) Session 29 - <> ( ...oh, this is gonna suck. ) (QUICK Chacko.. shoot it!!!) (I can't until they start.) (Even Chako goes for probable cause, and all.) Besides... in every crowd of terraforming pacifist geniuses is one who grew up wanting to blow things up. ( We call him "Vernon, after two shots of absinthe".) (...) (More accurate than you know.) * Isis looks a little affronted. "One thousand years of history, and that's it? A five minute anti-war ad?" ( Isis: "I wanna know more!" Todd: "SHUT UP. This is Cham. Be thankful." ) (Yeah. Coulda been 'A Small Extra-dimensional City after all...o/~') <> ( Well, I was a space hooker for tha... of course it feels weird.) (*snickers* Japanese Space Hookers from Mars!) (There's a minisession waiting to happen.) ( Minisession nothin'. I'll have to draw that. ) (God help you.) ( VE ARE ZHE BORK. REZHISTANCE IS FUTILE, COMRADES. ) ( The Börk. Oh god. ) ( 'Xactly! ) ( Doo dee doo dee doo BORK BORK BORK! ) (Resistance is futile. Bork bork bork.) ( "You will be - how you Americans say? - assimilated." ) ( Actually, that mentally moved on to "We are the Björk. Resistance is futile, baby. And isn't my outfit FABULOUS?" ) ( A thousand girls wearins swans. OH DEAR GOD, NO. ) And though I regret her loss, I have no time to mourn. (No time? Geez, are you running SETI@Home? c_c;) Maybe they can use that big freakin' gun at the entrance as an anti-ship canon or something. * Chako snickers. "Just keep blowin' that down the corridor. Heh." ( ...Now I'm seeing the Sleythin in choir robes singing into a giant anti-aircraft megaphone. ) (... Ershin.) ( "It's the Space Defense Canon!" ) ( *twitch* ) (Ikimasu-yo! *kapow*) ( Choir of Sleythin: "NANANANANANANANA NANANANANANANANA INTOCCABILE!" ) (*dies*) ( Anyhow. ) ( "We will convert the bugs to our side witht he power of song!" ) (If any of you even think of the Minmei Defense I will personally kill your character so hard that you yourself will die.) ( Quick! Let's hook speakers up to our ExoSuits! And give Isis singing lessons! ) (Oh god, back to the Europa Team Band.) (Chako could do the Anti-Minmei defense. 'It's so bad! Aaaaah!') (Isis on vocals! Chako on drums! Charlie on lead guitar! Vernon on bass! Tim on MOOG! MOOOOOOG!) Session 30 - * Tim looks around to make sure the half-fiend dire parrot isn't eyeing him again. * Chako eyes Vernon's bottle. "Christ, people! Alright, that's it. I ain't the one not bein' drunk here." Well, not a heavy toxin, but it's not healthy. Good for a distraction, many times.. Toss one here too, Chako! ( Session name: ATC Gets Wasted. ) <> "Uh, okay." ( Does he actually blink? Or do we just hear the Zorak blink noise? ) (He's got two glowing eyes. When he blinks they do actually go black for a second.) ( Can he make the Zorak blink noise anyway? ) (Uh, okay.) ( Yay! ) (Aah, simple pleasures.) Session 31 - <> ( You mean the laughing jackass? ) ( Oh, I will never get tired of this. Thank you, Trebeck. ) <> "Wait for me!" <> "What's this, then?" It's a robot. Don't worry, I've checked it out. <> "Owwww, my optical sensors." * Isis says, with a completely straight face, "A sci-fi geek." She pauses. "In a very good costume." (What's that danglin' from yer monitor? Like it's yours?) (Chako as Carl. This image will haunt me throughout all time.) (Cube = Shake, Egg = Meatwad... ) (Vernon and Tim as the crazy professor and his assistant?) ( Made to dance on strings by a Gamecube with a Dick Clark fixation. I will never, ever, ever live it down. Seppuku is the only answer. ) * Isis chuckles as she leaves. "I'd think legions of military men would be proud to take orders from an attractive woman in leather." ( Sadly, all we have is you. ) * Charlie follows. "Cant hold up the place too long, I guess.. All that 'important work' and stuff." he smiles. (Ouch.) * Vernon follows. (Chako == Manwich?) (She has appearance 1! ;_;) ( This is BESM. Everyone has Appearance 1. ) (True.) Session 32 - <> (Remain?) ( Like we ever were? ) ( Charlie, unlike the rest of the party, enjoyed a good book and talked to a person of the opposite sex who wasn't carrying a weapon. ) (Weirdo.) ( Go, Chuckles! ) ( ^_~ ) <> ( ... ) (Oh, I'm going to pound the Cube into mush.) ( Well, at least it's named after something durable. ) ( I think, for punishment, its components should be used to build Aibos.) It's a hierarchical hivemind. Each large one controls seven small ones. The Super Size ones also control a number of large ones, but we don't know how many. * Isis raises an eyebrow. "In the vast field of taxonomy, the best you could do was 'super size'?" * Vernon rubs the back of his head. "Sorry." (Tall, grande, and venti?) ( That works. ) ( I was thinking Zergling, Hydralisk, and Ultralisk. o/` ) (Wee, not so wee, and frickin' HUGE!) (... Charlie wins.) Session 33 - <> ( I'm playing the PC version. What do I do? ) ( If it's Windows, it's already done it for you. ) <> ( gogogogogogogoo!!!!!!11!one ) <> <> <> * Isis cracks her knuckles (or tries). "Now, how to talk like an idiot..." * Isis types: d00d, we gotz a problem. i think teh corps are here! need help now plz <> * Isis grins. "Well, let's hope I'm not the one being played for a fool." (5p|_33|< |_337?) (3|2|2, 5p33|< |_337?) * Isis types: no clue. wait a sec, IWHOASHIT (a/s/l?) <> * Isis grins and lets it sit for a bit. * Isis types: Hello, fellow child of God! My name is Brother Matthew of WWJD Corp. Have you found your own personal relationship with Jesus? <> * Isis types: Oh, but I am! Like a good shepherd, I had to clear some wolves out of here, but I'm sure as a lamb of God you understand. My brethren and I will be ministering to your friends here in Versailles. You are welcome to join us! <> * Isis types: I am sure your friend "Frank" will want you to meet him in Heaven, my brother, as will the others we had to... 'convert'. God be with you, sir. * Isis finishes typing, cuts the computer and the desk in half, and gets up. "Let's go." <> * Isis dumdedums. [ Hello, Mr. "Black Bean". Have you found a personal relationship with Jesus? ] <> * Isis grins. [ Sir, such language will not let you in to see the divine light of Heaven. Please think, in this situation, What Would Jesus Do?(tm) ] <> * Isis nods. "Hook, line, and sinker." [ Dear Mr. Black Bean, I had hoped we could establish a dialogue. Sadly, we couldn't reach one with the poor heathens here, and so we sent them on their road to divine judgement. Won't you please let God into your heart? Or else? ] * Isis grins. "I couldn't have done it without you. And a handful of faceless minions." Yeah, Too bad we lost what's-his-face. * Isis nods. "He was a good man. If he was a man. Maybe he was a good woman." <> ( Lalala, not Attack of the Clones, actually an ice cream maker... ) (It's not AotC, cause there wasn't a morale meter in AotC.) * Isis lands. "My advice? True victory is found through a personal relationship with Jesus." She stands and grins, falling into a fighting stance again. "Praise the Lord." Amen! * Chako mutters, "Space fuckin' jesus." Can I get an ay-men, bruthuhs an' sistahs? Why, yes, I believe I can. Session 34 - <> (It's the Cajun Chicken.) ( I'll destroy all of you. ) (Don't you mean the Kajun Chikin?) (You encounter Uncle Ben in a seedy south-side chickenery....) ( KURSED SEEDS. Play! ) ( Chako's brain got fried. It's not a terrible loss. We've replaced it with this damp sponge for now. ) (Bloop.) <> ( He dies NOW. ) * Vernon is leaning back, lost in thought. (He's lost in thought. So lost in thought.) (*sprays Vernon with air freshener*) (*sprays Vernon with coolant*) (>_>#) ( Ha! ) ( Check him for tags first. ) That's a lot of stalling, but it's prolly the best he can do, even if the ship *is* painted red. ( ... ) (It _IS_ painted Makes-It-Go-Faster-Red. In one of the logs.) (Oh, I agree. Red does make things go faster. I'm considering making my char's suit red and black.) (Chako beat you to it! Nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah.) (... Dang. Guess I'm just gonna have to go for Purple and Yellow instead. :P) ( The easter suit. Swell. ) (At least it's not orange and green.) (... you do that and I'll make you take Small Children Magnet.) (The Brick! Friend of children!) * Chako strikes a pose and grins. "Well, hell yeah. Give me another minute, and I'll take him out myself." ( Did she really strike a pose? In our cramped little snowspeeder? If she did, I have two words for you: Ejector seat. ) (Ha. I wasn't talking an Ershin pose. 'Chako uses Stand Out!') (Chako uses Get Out. As in Get Out of the Car cause yer a HUGE SUIT.) * Isis keeps up her defensive stance. "So, tell me something, Mister Mercenary. Do you LIKE serving an alien race of conquering silicate bugs who want to destroy humanity?" ( Oh god, I'm using Special Command "Talk". "Black Bean's attack is falling!" ) ( Isis is a Mediator? ) (Yeah, haven't you been paying attention? She's sending people to see His way. :P) ( Woo! I use praise on myself! "I ROCK." ) (Well, she's obviously got preach.) ( I'm also holding action, so move on. ) <> "Of course not. Keeps me up nights, gives me ulcers, gout, syphilis. God hates me and sends me email to tell me so. My mom weeps when she sees me on the TV. But what can I say, the pay is good, and I hate everyone on both planets anyways, especially my mom, so it's not as much of an issue as you might think." Session 35 - (You know where that 'bird' is.) (It's Bethany. Seriously. Bethany is Lenin in a robotic suit.) (...a!) (Whaddya mean? Lenin's playing mahjong isnt he? .. ha!) (*sqwak* "Protoculture!" *sqwak*) (Took you long enough to figure that out.) ("Who are you?" "I'm actually a genetically-engineered lab rat, trying to take ove rthe world, in a giant robotic suit." "...what was that?" "Uh... yeehaw, y'all." ) * Isis puts down the datapad and stretches her arms behind her back (Look, Vernon! Breasts! Not even Cahko has a pair of these.) "They're not so bad... but it seems like all this money could be better spent on other things." (Alright, that's it, you. c.c;) * Charlie stirs now that people are talking in this room. (I thought you had them surgically removed because they were screwing up your aim.) (Well, that and YOU'RE A MAN! A MAAAAAAAAAAAAN.) * Chako shakes her head. "I should probably get dressed, and hope to god they didn't screw that dress up." She walks to the closet and such. * Charlie continues to stare outside, "A tux is a tux at least." ( Can I assume I can put on a dress without killing myself? ) (Unless maybe it's a tuXeedo? Tuxtreemedo?) ( It's a Dunno Tux. ) (It's a - dammit Isis ) (Yes. So can the rest of you, cause I assume Vernon has worn one at least once for some SIG-ASP function. Charlie, though, unless he's done tuxes before, is gonna need help. ^^;) ( "Tuxedunno". ) (.... Tuxedunno Mask. Oh god.) ( "What magical girl are you protecting?" "...dunno." ) ( "Are these PLASTIC roses?" ) ("Save me, TuxeDunno Mask!" "Eh, I dunno....") (I have a barrel in my soul too!) (You do? That's great!) (It is filled with crap.) (@_@) (That's... not so great.) (It is not filled with crap!) (If the GM says it is...) (CRAP! CRAPPER! CRAPISM!) (It's filled with antifreeze.) (We needed it to survive the Alpha Strike.) (Spoken like a true Midwesterner.) Session 36 - <> ( Oh, God. Not now. ;_; ) 2d6 (Bethany riding Lenin in!) (*hums the Bonanza theme*) (MAIN ATOM TURN ON) ( ...we are diceless. ) (ITS YOU) Session 37 - <> "Fascinating, this 'Mexico' place. Some nice soldier named Dirty Hernandez was telling me about this tradition with alcohol and worms... oh, am I interrupting something?" * Isis looks up, and makes a concerted effort not to crack up. * Vernon looks over. "..." * Tim grins. "Prag has discovered tequila." I just want to say, I am so glad we brought you back with us. * Tim nods in agreement. "That's what they tell me." <> "No more, man, last time you had three you attacked the bar mirror." Session 38 - <> (And all of them are the Happy Healing Song.) ("It was big, and red, and it asked me to show it the way to Funkytown.") (*the box opens* OOH PEOPLE! ENJOYMENT!) (... yes.) ( ...you're dead to me. ) (Aw man.) <> * Vernon shrugs, and connects the datastick. ( [...] ) ( It's a tamagotchi. I will KILL YOU. ) <> "Persocon is... online. Chii?" (It's a Tamagotchii.) (FOR THE LOVE OF GOD IT'S CALC'S FAULT) ( DEAD! DEAD! DEAD! DEAD! DEAD! DEAD! DEAD! ) (I'm sorry.) ...Chii? (Wait - no I'm not. ^_^) * Vernon nods. "Chii." ( DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD. Going to get in the car RIGHT NOW TO COME KILL YOU. ) What the hell is Chii? ( Calculus, I have underestimated you. ) (^_^_v) (I made him roll to see if he knew it even existed! He did! OH GOD IT'S NOT MY FAULT) (Cultural Arts - success!) ( DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD! ) This is from an old Japanese anime series. ...uh huh. ( ... ) * Isis looks at Vernon very carefully. * Isis then stands up and says, in a slightly clipped tone, "Excuse me for a minute, please." ( No, see Calc. If they don't, I will. ) "Chii loves Vernon very much! Mustn't hurt Vernon!" ( You really are quite dead. ) ( .. and Cham with you. ) (Feel.... so.... dirty...) ... What is it *talking* about? * Isis turns on her heel and walks out of the room. Into Chako's quarters. [ There is a sound from Chako's quarters. It could be conceivably described as *snkt*. It happens about, say, 30 times in quick succession. ] * Chako frowns. "I hope she didn't cut my punching bag to pieces. I liked that thing." ( Don't be silly. ) ( Stabbing Vernon. Please let something stab Vernon. in the face.) ( I was cutting the sand. ) * Isis returns from Chako's quarters, and says to her, in a sort of dreamy tone, "I owe you $300." Session 39 - <> Session 40 - (Suddently a band of hippiebugs bust through the roof! Bethany runs in with our suits and stuff blows up!) ( *snerk* ) ( "I've modified your suits to form Voltron." "..." ) ( *cracks up* ) ("I am NOT THE FUGGIN' HEAD".) ( "Tim, yours can transform into a jet!" "Wouldn't that be painful?" "Probably." ) Session 41 - <> "Oh! Guys! I've been looking for you. I just made falafel! And I wanted you guys to have some first." ( ...you were waiting all night to do that. ) (Thank you Prag!) * Vernon steps into the hall and... ... (Actually, yes.) Session 42 - * Chako isn't doing any warmups, but her laser pistol isn't holstered, which is about as threatening as a gun wielder gets. (Grimace, Chako, grimace!) (Nothing can kill the Grimace..) <> <> * Taluun`tzo drops the guard. "That was... not planned." ( ...man. I piddy da foo' who mess wit' T. ) (Uh, yeah. :P) <> (Evil bird.) (Fry him NOW, Tim!) ( Demon bird. ) (Only anyone that evil can sip a mai-tai.) ( No. I must master my new suit before I can defeat him. ) ( It's time for my fabulous SUPER MODE! SHINING FINGER! ) (...) (...) Session 43 - <> ...poor Prag. I am going to absolutely kill that bird. Fate demands it. (Chako got a bingo. Hooray.) (Congrats! What did she win?) (SHE WIN A TRIP TO CHINESE BUFFET FOR EIGHT!) Session 44 - <> "I sure can." <> "Quite conveniently, it's exactly what we need. A piece of data about the formation of the Cloud nanites. That and a fragment of something that might be a ... poem. Perhaps." Oh...? ...is it a good poem? ( "It's an excellent poem." "Damn. Now I feel bad about killing that thing." ) * Tim returns. If he's lucky, he doesn't have a bird on him. <> * Charlie watches Tim, "Cure for the comon Cloud, hmm?" <> <> * Chako mutters. ~Maybe I should change my name. Genocide Chako. It's got a ring.~ Session 45 - Cliche'. You know, 'Have at you', 'I must test your strength', all that stuff. Next thing you know you'll tell us you're not right-handed. * Vernon drops back, and starts looking around the area for anything that might be helpful combat-wise. <> (LET ME TAKE ACTION.) <> (Excellent.) (Thank you. :P) (Who made Margie the GM?) * Chako smirks. "Well, no offense to Taluun, but I don't see a sweeping Sleythin invasion anytime soon." * Taluun`tzo still looks somewhat confused. "Why would we invade humanity anyways?" Boredom. Lord knows 10,000 years shut in a closet would make me stir crazy. ( "Sleythin Needs Women." ) Good. *adjusts her arm holding the sphere* You are going on a diet. "Aww, that's not fair." * Isis ignores it and keeps running, unless there's 1.) bullets coming her way or 2.) the hangar's that way or 3.) Prag has a semi-auto and is going Snake Pliskin. (...altverse time.) (Escape from PLanet Sleythin.) Session 46 - * Tim pours a bowl of Dunn-Os. Breakfast of chumpions. <> * Taluun`tzo tops the healthy orange off with an unhealthy six donuts. (...agh. I'm getting ATC Breakfast images now.) * Vernon grins. "My kind of breakfast." (... SLEYTHIN ANNA WAFFLE! XD) (... Why waffle? ?_?) (... I'll tell you when you're older.) (Word.) * Isis inspects her nails. "Maybe we can get someone to follow you with a giant papier-mache moth." What would the point in that be? * Isis looks up, then clears her throat. "Never mind. I was just being ridiculous." (DUnnoMothra. There we go.) * Tim blinks, then snickers. * Isis stretches her arms behind her head. "I'm a big proponent of chaos theory. You can't spend time around Chako and not be, after a while." I trust you did not program Rondure off of old television shows. * Vernon winces. "Not the second time, no."