You have just entered room "nakibedemandsentertainment."
T3chn0Namagomi has entered the room.
Syra Zemyla has entered the room.
Marshmallow DM has entered the room.
Der DWSage: (Who to use, who to use...hi folks.)
Syra Zemyla: (OMG entertainment!)
CGNakibe: (RAR. eVe)
Marshmallow DM: (BEHOLD)
Marshmallow DM: (*lurks a moment*)
CGNakibe: (None of you can be unamusing now. THUS I DECREE. AMUSEMENT IS LAW.)
CGNakibe: (And while I make royal proclamations, I proclaim that all of you should find out who would like to RP and invite them!)
Der DWSage: (Hm!)
T3chn0Namagomi: (TURQUOISE BICYCLE SHOE FINS ACTUALIZE RADISHES GREENLY!)
Syra Zemyla: (11010101110110111101100100010010111101101.)
Der DWSage: (Lessee...Bill, maybe. Or Tolaris. Or Kumo. Or Sorune. Or Sher...)
Marshmallow DM: (Get up. Get on up. Get on up and DANCE.)
TheWaiChibiAngel has entered the room.
Der DWSage: (ABSOLUDICROUS.)
Der DWSage: (Also, hi Shiny. :{ )
Marshmallow DM: (Smash puny clouds.)
Marshmallow DM: ( :-( )
NYClark2 has entered the room.
NYClark2: ( What's going on in here? )
Der DWSage: (Attempted start of RP.)
OnlineHost: Der DWSage rolled 1 5-sided die: 1
Der DWSage: (Ze dice, they love the Orc.)
Der DWSage: (So, ah, anyone else going to unlurk and pick someone?)
Besyanteo has entered the room.
CGNakibe: (Some of us might, yes.)
NYClark2: ( I feel like using James again. )
OnlineHost: Syra Zemyla rolled 1 999-sided die: 655
CGNakibe: (Where are we going to have this? First Gen? Second Gen?)
Besyanteo: (pants?)
CGNakibe: (I have choices in each.)
NYClark2: ( First gen. )
Der DWSage: (Pants are optional.)
Besyanteo: (I'm famished. x_x So I'll be along in a while.
Syra Zemyla: (MAC.)
TaiarKino has entered the room.
NYClark2: ( Hey Tai. )
TaiarKino: (...Oog?)
CGNakibe: (Next time on "When RPs Attack")
T3chn0Namagomi: (Ehh. If I have to pick, first-gen)
CGNakibe: (MAC sounds good, but I'm not sure if most of you folks have a character in there. o.o)
Der DWSage: (Shaun wins. :{ )
Der DWSage: (I do not! And I doubt I will.)
Syra Zemyla: (Fufurru.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (Fumoffu!)
TaiarKino: (I'll have to pass this time. I'm not quite at home.)
CGNakibe: (Puu! ;_; )
Der DWSage: (Aw.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (*a supersoldier dressed in a hamster costume trips Zem and then stomps on his groin repeatedly*)
NYClark2: ( I have to make a call, be right backly )
Der DWSage: (*And behind the soldier is a certain police officer, who gets into a shootout with him*)
T3chn0Namagomi: (*and they end up both shooting some creepy bastard with a pony mask that forcibly gives girls ponytails*)
Der DWSage: (=D)
T3chn0Namagomi: (=D Indeed.)
Syra Zemyla: (Anyways, since it's 1st gen...)
Syra Zemyla: (Mind if I suggest a scenario?)
TaiarKino has left the room.
NYClark2: ( Suggest away. )
NYClark2: ( Hopefully it won't preclude my character choice. )
Syra Zemyla: (There seems to be an illness going around, which causes glowing eyes, headaches, and intermittent thought projection.)
Syra Zemyla: (Incidentally, that's how it spreads; if someone hears the thoughts of an infected person, they can catch it as well.)
Syra Zemyla: (Fortunately, it's nonlethal and goes away on its own in a few days.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (Meh.)
Der DWSage: (Hm. I'm game.)
CGNakibe: (The Paradox Police will have to investigate this rolling Awakening.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (Headaches are common, but I do not get what the fuck kind of disease would cause glowing eyes or uncontrollable telepathy)
Der DWSage: (And such a scenario all but requires a character change on my part.)
NYClark2: ( I have a query for you Zem. )
Der DWSage: (...Did this just roll to a stop already?)
NYClark2: ( Sorry, it's likely my fault. )
Syra Zemyla: (Nama: A magical one.)
Der DWSage: (Feh. Where will this be taking place? And will there be any plans to quarantine people?)
Syra Zemyla: (Doma. And since it's mild, officials are treating it much like the cold.)
Syra Zemyla: (Healers are working on a vaccine, but otherwise it's business as usual.)
Der DWSage: (Kay-o then. Exactly how strong of a mental thought projection is it?)
Der DWSage: (Everything on their mind is what people hear, or just strong thoughts?)
Syra Zemyla: (It's intermittent and unpredictable.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (The disease theoretically can't be too "communicable", magically, or else normal people wouldn't have just a chance, as you say, of contracting it.
Der DWSage: (Righty-o, then! Any idea for somewhere specific for this to take place? Streets, market, park, bar?)
NYClark2: ( Just like some other symptoms. )
TheWaiChibiAngel: (If it were magic, not everyone would be effected the same way. Tareen, for example, would eat it.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (And since it's not strong magic, Kamos would likely be nigh-immune to it anyway.)
Syra Zemyla: (Where do people usually go when sick? To the bar, to drink it off. :D)
NYClark2: ( Drink those pink elephants away? )
Der DWSage: (Alrighty then!)
CGNakibe: (Pink Elephants on Parade!)
T3chn0Namagomi: (I'd also ask about immunity after the disease passes)
Syra Zemyla: (Yeah, you're immune afterwards, to that version.)
Syra Zemyla: (It's like the cold.)
Der DWSage: *And walking into the bar is a Guard! A rather thin girl, blonde and blue-eyed, sighing as she walks into it and scans it for a certain person...*
Der DWSage: *And when she fails, she just sighs again* Please tell me noone here has that stupid neo-psychic disease...
T3chn0Namagomi: *and a certain blue-haired mercenary is sitting in the tavern, drinking as usual, and without the symptoms of this disease* ...So that's what this whole thing is?
T3chn0Namagomi: Some sort of disease?
T3chn0Namagomi: Meh. All it's done so far is piss me off. I thought telepaths were annoying enough. -V-
Der DWSage: ...Not all of them are so bad. It's the ones who don't mind their own business that are tough.
T3chn0Namagomi: Ever met one that did? My point exactly.
T3chn0Namagomi: You'd think they'd at least ask if the person WANTED to hear someone else's fucking voice in their head before they started doing it as if it were simply talking
Mekta satak kai has entered the room.
Der DWSage: >_>
Mekta satak kai: (J'arrive.)
Der DWSage: (Hallo, Ashley.)
Syra Zemyla: (WTF Kai.)
NYClark2: ( Hi there )
Mekta satak kai: (Will someone email me a log after things are through?)
Der DWSage: (Soitenly.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (It just started, as a FYI)
Der DWSage: I don't know about the ones in Doma, but where I came from most psychics did mind their own business...
Mekta satak kai: (I don't think I'll be able to hop in as I'm currently doing a thing. But I totally lend lurker support!)
Der DWSage: (Awr. :{ )
T3chn0Namagomi: Great. Some weird disease that makes people's eyes glow. I'm guessing that it's magical, and some dipshit from Gunnir thought it would be funny.
Syra Zemyla: *And a young woman with green hair that seems supernaturally frizzy and glowing blue-green eyes walks into the building and makes a bee-line for the bar.*
T3chn0Namagomi: Likely only a matter of time until Hakaril goes out or sends someone on cleanup. -v-
Der DWSage: Actually, the Guard already sent a few people out...to try and figure out the cause, and help calm people down.
Der DWSage: *Points at badge*
Mekta satak kai: (*sips her White Barian*)
T3chn0Namagomi: 9_9
Syra Zemyla: *to the bartender* Give me the strongest thing you have. e_e
Der DWSage: No, I'm not psychic. Telekinetic, but not psychic.
Der DWSage: <_<
T3chn0Namagomi: Not that. Let's just say the guard does not score many points with me at all.
Der DWSage: *Subtle glaaaance at woman's eyes. When she finds they're not red, she loses interest!*
Der DWSage: *Shrug* It's a living.
NYClark2: ( They are glowing though )
Syra Zemyla: (Indeed!)
T3chn0Namagomi: I prefer being a mercenary. More freedom, and you can simply just kill the target instead of arresting them.
Der DWSage: (That's not so odd. And she wants abreak. :{ )
Der DWSage: Mm. At least being a guard gets a steady paycheck.
NYClark2: ( Zem's description did not include the word "red" if I recall... )
Der DWSage: I might not be rich, but I'll be living off it.
Der DWSage: (It didn't!)
Mekta satak kai: (I'm tempted to play Safiyeh just for the weird eye factor.)
NYClark2: ( Get back to work. )
T3chn0Namagomi: Being a guard also means you have to work for both that dipshit captain and that worthless king who didn't do shit to earn his position
Der DWSage: Granted on the king, but I don't work directly for him OR the captain. My own captain yes, but not Purvis.
TheWaiChibiAngel: (BELATED:-)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Zem better hope it's not...Bah, forgot the name. Intended to get dragons drunk.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (Fusionaire?)
Mekta satak kai: (Dragon-nip?)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (No.)
Mekta satak kai: (Dragonale?)
T3chn0Namagomi: (Dragonale?)
T3chn0Namagomi: (...my head.)
NYClark2: ( Why not? )
Mekta satak kai: (Dragon Captain Morgan?)
T3chn0Namagomi: If you mean that Barian asshole, I hate him too.
Der DWSage: (She'll go from upright to horizontal in one sip.)
Der DWSage: Griff? Hell no.
Der DWSage: Probably never heard of him. S'name is Jack.
CGNakibe: (Cap'n Jack Morgan!)
T3chn0Namagomi: ...What does he wear, I ask.
T3chn0Namagomi: Because I know someone who goes by that name, and he's an ass as well.
Der DWSage: Never seen him outside of his full uniform.
T3chn0Namagomi: Full uniform being...?
NYClark2: ::A young man dressed in the standard white mage fare walks somewhat briskly into the establishment, and up to the bar::
Der DWSage: You know. Full armor, complete with guard emblem.
T3chn0Namagomi: Okay, so he's not the one I'm thinking about.
Syra Zemyla: *sips* T:Wow. This won't take my headache away, but it'll give me some competition for it.
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: Probably a dick anyway.
Der DWSage: Oh HELL. I was hoping for a nice break.
Syra Zemyla: (And it is T2all.)
T3chn0Namagomi: ...-V- Great. Another one.
Der DWSage: *Sighs, turns to woman* You've got that neo-psychic disease, don't you?
Syra Zemyla: *turns to the guard* Yeah, I do. I tried curing myself, but it didn't work.
NYClark2: It's a wreck out there! I'm here to get some pick me ups for the staff and some calm me downs for the patients. I need seven coffees, three teas and four whiskeys and two scotches, a mead and a dragonale.
Der DWSage: It wouldn't, would it...
Syra Zemyla: I'm now hoping to drink until I no longer have any real thoughts to project. ^_^;
Der DWSage: *Turns to WM* At least this disease is temporary. Some of the better psychics are able to offer temporary mental shielding...
Der DWSage: *Ponders!* If I knew where my nitwit brother was at the moment, he'd be able to do the same.
NYClark2: What do you think happens to people who are sick in other ways?
T3chn0Namagomi: Ehh. It seems to be magical as well. Stuff doesn't seem to have touched be at all, and I'm not surprised.
Syra Zemyla: Their eyes turn to butter and their feet to glass!
Syra Zemyla: ...wait, did I say that or think it?
Der DWSage: Said it.
T3chn0Namagomi: Said it.
Der DWSage: I guess they project a lot of pain and suffering on others.
Syra Zemyla: o_O Wow. This is some strong stuff.
NYClark2: ::Gets his order. It is a lot to carry, but another WM comes along to help carry it:: And think of the nutcases you might find out there!
Der DWSage: *Nod*
Der DWSage: Honestly? You're doing exactly the right thing.
Der DWSage: *To girl!*
Syra Zemyla: That's good to hear.
NYClark2: Plus, a lot of people are becoming rather frightened and wind up hurting themselves or others. ::notes her badge:: Enjoy your break. Looks like mine is just about up.
Der DWSage: *Nod*
Der DWSage: My advice? Get more booze.
Der DWSage: It is temporary...and if people are drunk or unconscious, they don't project very well.
NYClark2: We'll probably be back, but we can't carry it all at once.
Der DWSage: *Think, think!*
Der DWSage: IM:I wonder how much trouble I'd get in with the captain if I tried to help out...
NYClark2: ::The two WMs start heading out::
Der DWSage: How much more do you need to carry?
CGNakibe: (Hmmmm....)
NYClark2: Probably five or six trips worth.
Der DWSage: I'll help out then.
Der DWSage: After all, I'm just supposed to be keeping people calm during this...don't want people panicking that they're going to reveal all their dirty little secrets.
Syra Zemyla: I'll help too!
NYClark2: Thank you.
NYClark2: Both of you.
Syra Zemyla: *stands up, and only wobbles a little*
NYClark2: I'll go place some more of the order then.
NYClark2: ::Heads back over to the bar::
T3chn0Namagomi: *seems to just continue drinking sake*
Der DWSage: <_<
T3chn0Namagomi has left the room.
Der DWSage: You sure? You're already a little wobbly.
TheWaiChibiAngel has left the room.
NYClark2: Three more meads, two more dragonales and five sakes.
Der DWSage: *Nods, starts grabbing the required things! She manages to get about half that order, and then lifts the rest with telekinesis*
NYClark2: Nice... how much can you handle that way?
NYClark2: We might be able to take it all at once.
Der DWSage: How much do you need?
NYClark2: About twice what you've got so far.
NYClark2: Probably we should have just bought a keg or something.
Syra Zemyla: I'm fine! I just need to walk it off.
NYClark2: But, too late for that now.
Der DWSage: *Nod*
Der DWSage: *Starts grabbing the others with her mind!* Being telekinetic works out for me sometimes...
NYClark2: I'm not very strong... I can barely handle this much... maybe I should look into that. ::Starts heading out the door::
Syra Zemyla: *starts picking up things, with less wobbling than expected and no falling! It seems she can hold her liquor.*
Der DWSage: *follows!* I was born with it, so I didn't get much choice...and if I over exert myself, I'll end up pretty sick
NYClark2: Ahh, well let's hope you don't then.
NYClark2: But you'll be at the right place for it.
NYClark2: :Smiles and walks on::
Der DWSage: *Follow, follow!* I won't. I've gotten pretty good at judging exertion...
Syra Zemyla: T: It's nice to be helping the poor sick people. ^_^
Syra Zemyla: (Yes, she ^_^s mentally.)
Der DWSage: Bottles:*Are flat in a circle around her*
Syra Zemyla: Wow. I'm impressed.
Marshmallow DM has left the room.
Besyanteo has left the room.
NYClark2: ::They arrive at a HoH that is pretty crowded, the door is open and they walk in:: Delivery!
Der DWSage: It's easier than having to grip them all. I pretty much made a table underneath them.
Syra Zemyla: Could I learn that?
NYClark2: ::Dispenses the beverages, and keeps one of the teas::
Der DWSage: If you manage to develop the gift, sure. I can help a person hone it...I definitely can't teach it from scratch.
Syra Zemyla: *also dispenses beverages, but keeps the dragonale for herself, dammit*
NYClark2: Thank you both for the help. You saved us a lot of time.
NYClark2: ::Gulps down some tea:: Ahh...
Syra Zemyla: Oh, it's nothing. I get to meet new people. ^_^
Syra Zemyla: By the way, what are your names?
la chibi has entered the room.
NYClark2: Josua Silver, good to meet you.
la chibi: (WHEE!)
Der DWSage: Kali Rodriguez, Doman Guard from Earth.
Syra Zemyla: I'm Chantelle Wijngarten. And where is Earth?
NYClark2: Never heard of that province.
la chibi: (What's shakin'?)
NYClark2: ::Gulps down some more tea:: I need to finish this quick in case my, admittedly limited, skills are needed.
Der DWSage: It's another planet. Or dimension. Never really figured out which.
NYClark2: Probably both.
Der DWSage: Probably.
Syra Zemyla: *takes another gulp of the dragonale*
Syra Zemyla: Oh... oh my.
Der DWSage: >_>
NYClark2: Too bad this is not a less hectic time. ::Places the empty tea glass down and heads over to a man who has scratched his arm till bleeding::
Der DWSage: Oh. Dragonale kicking in?
Der DWSage: *Shrugs!* So, what country are you from miss...Wijingarden? Is that how you say it?
Syra Zemyla: I'm from Doma, out in the smaller towns.
NYClark2: ::Kneels by the man:: It is ok... look at me. Look at me... ::The man is saying something about "ants... ants! ants eating me!" but he looks at the healer:: There is nothing there. Calm down. You're safe.
Syra Zemyla: T: And I'd still be there if it weren't for that meteor.
Der DWSage: IM:This could be interesting. Mental shield up, Kali...like you practiced.
Der DWSage: Thinking too loudly again...
NYClark2: ::He is preparing a healing spell for the man's arm as he speaks::
Syra Zemyla: Oh, sorry.
Der DWSage: >_>
NYClark2: Clear your mind... relax... ::Puts his hands near the man's arm and casts the spell, enveloping it in a dull white glow for a second::
Der DWSage: IM:The nuttier ones should all be confined to a different room...
NYClark2: IM: I don't care to see these ants.
Der DWSage: IM:I'll ask about that when he's done.
NYClark2: ::Stands up::
NYClark2: ::And goes to the other two::
Syra Zemyla: Hmm. Anything I can do t'help?
Der DWSage: <_< You really should move the nuttier ones to a different room than everyone else...
NYClark2: Sorry about that. We wanted to keep the really crazy ones seperate, but it is a bit too crowded for that.
Der DWSage: I could help with that.
NYClark2: We're turning them away already.
NYClark2: How?
Der DWSage: Well, I could at least try and rearrange things.
Der DWSage: It's not the best solution, but it should help ease some people's minds. Anyone here not infected with the disease yet?
NYClark2: Hard to say.
NYClark2: A few staffers probably.
NYClark2: I don't know about myself really.
Der DWSage: Your eyes aren't red, so that's a good sign.
NYClark2: Too busy taking care of others to notice. We're all the same way.
Syra Zemyla: I hope I'm not projecting too much...
Der DWSage: Mm.
NYClark2: Well, red eyes aren't really a common symptom.
Der DWSage: You're not, Chantelle. Just that comment about the meteor.
NYClark2: Glowing eyes though. Glowing whatever color they were without the glow, usually.
Der DWSage: Really? My report said glowing red eyes...I guess someone goofed.
NYClark2: There have been a couple of cases of red eyes.
Syra Zemyla: Maybe they just had red eyes before.
NYClark2: But nothing says they weren't red to begin with.
Syra Zemyla: Out of my head! e_e
Der DWSage: *Sigh* In any case...can you point out some of the more sane people, and the more INsane people for me? And maybe a few rooms you'd like to section off?
NYClark2: Well, we already have the big nuts in the far back, upstairs.
NYClark2: Most of the people downstairs are sane.
Der DWSage: *Nod* That's good. Don't want to exert myself that much.
NYClark2: That guy has an ...a-n-t Phobia. He must have seen one somewhere.
Der DWSage: <_<
NYClark2: Or just thought about them.
NYClark2: He is usually quite together.
Der DWSage: *Nod*
Der DWSage: Keep him away from food on the floor then...anyone else down here that really needs to be moved?
NYClark2: ::Another WM taps him on the shoulder and whispers to him::
Der DWSage: IM:Combination of delicacy of being gentle with a person, combined with the weight...I should be able to move at least 5 people before I get so much as dizzy.
NYClark2: Hold on, we got someone who broke there leg trying to get out of the way of someone else's projection.
Der DWSage: *Nods* I'll wait.
Syra Zemyla: Hmm. I think I can fix a broken leg. I don't have the certi-whatsimicallit though.
Syra Zemyla: But I do know a little white magic.
NYClark2: ::Heads over:: We set it, heal it a bit, and let nature do the rest.
Der DWSage: Certification.
Der DWSage: And I'd refrain from doing white magic with dragonale running through your blood.
Syra Zemyla: Oh, right. My magic isn't too predictible in the first place.
NYClark2: Right, the staffers did not have booze for a reason.
NYClark2: ::Begins setting the man's leg::
Syra Zemyla: (And we need more people.)
Syra Zemyla: (Ping Lys again.)
NYClark2: I see some chocobo charging at me... how the hell was I supposed to know it wasn't real?
la chibi: (Pong!)
la chibi: (Where are y'all?)
NYClark2: Don't worry, we'll fix you up.
Syra Zemyla: (White mage's place, I believe.)
NYClark2: Hmph... ::nods:: Damn crazy around here.
Der DWSage: *Looks at people around, tries to pick out crazies for herself!*
NYClark2: ::And the healing process begins::
NYClark2: You should not put too much weight on it for awhile, but you should be fine in about a week or so.
NYClark2: ::nods:: This is just great.
NYClark2: ::Walks over to the others again::
Syra Zemyla: See? I could have done that! Probably.
NYClark2: ::Not too many people seem crazy. A couple seem a bit nervous. But, who wouldn't?::
Der DWSage: *Ponders a bit!* Anyone upstairs that should be moved down?
Syra Zemyla: I think.
NYClark2: No drunken healing, please.
Der DWSage: I agree. I've seen drunken white mages. It's not pretty.
la chibi: (Y'all treating victims? I just realized I have a character who might be affected.)
NYClark2: I never drink, myself.
NYClark2: ::He also looks to be in the 16-18 range, so that might be why::
Syra Zemyla: (You're aware of the illness I proposed?)
la chibi: (Yup.)
Der DWSage: (I gave her your exact words.)
NYClark2: ( So she shouldn't think that her eyes are glowing red then. )
Der DWSage: (Indeed.)
NYClark2: ( Unless they were already red. )
Der DWSage: (Well, except in this case...)
la chibi: *and wandering in is a dark-skinned woman with a multitude of braids! They are bound with beads, bone, thread... all manners of trinkets, and she has a set of curling ram's horns upon her skull, growing quite neatly from above her t
NYClark2: No, I think all the sane ones are down here.
la chibi: emples*
la chibi: *she also possesses glowing eyes, and a grimace that hints at some sort of mental anguish. Possibly a headache!*
NYClark2: But, it is good just having you here.
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: *Sighs* New patient. Hello miss.
NYClark2: A guard is reassuring in case something does go wrong.
la chibi: *one particular strand of hair is free of any sort of adornment; a bit out of place, considering the lavish decoration on the rest of her braids*
Der DWSage: Fancy a drink? It should help both the headache and the projections.
NYClark2: ::Walks over to the new patient::
la chibi: Ah.... yes. That would be nice.
Syra Zemyla: Hello! *she has the glowing eyes of the illness, but a drunken-happy look that seems a bit out of place*
NYClark2: Hello, anything in particular you need looked at?
la chibi: *nods her head respectfully towards the white mage, and waves at the other patient, though with an odd look*
la chibi: Just the... illness that's going around, I believe. Should've expected it, since I forgot to take that blasted bead out...
NYClark2: Bead?
Der DWSage: Mead, Sake, or dragonale? And as you can see, Chantarelle here has already started on her treatment...
la chibi: ...mead.
la chibi: And the bead is... a gift from a friend. Allows me to read surface-level thoughts.
Der DWSage: *Grabs mead, fills a glass, hands it over!*
la chibi: *gives a wry smile, taking the glass*
NYClark2: That was like opening the door.
la chibi: Thanks.
la chibi: Mhm. Just that it's a royal pain to undo beads from the tight braids I have, and I forgot about it.
NYClark2: But you aren't hurt in any physical way, right?
la chibi: *takes a slow sip of the mead* Nah.
Der DWSage: *Nod* The disease is temporary, too.
la chibi: What's the duration, then?
NYClark2: It varies.
NYClark2: But once it's gone, that seems to be the end of it.
NYClark2: A day or two, perhaps.
la chibi: Not too bad then. Nothing to speed the process along?
NYClark2: Nothing seems to work.
Der DWSage: Plenty of booze.
la chibi: Huh. Know if someone can be reinfected?
Syra Zemyla: Booze works!
NYClark2: Except time, or sleeping it off.
Der DWSage: Actually, you build up an immunity.
NYClark2: We have not found out yet.
la chibi: Hm. At least it's good to know it's fairly short.
NYClark2: But we have not had any repeat cases so far.
Der DWSage: The guard's going to be looking into the cause of it once things calm down, though. Well, more than they are alrady.
la chibi: *takes another sip of the mead, visibly relaxing*
la chibi: Mhm. An annoyance, but hardly debilitating.
NYClark2: Depends on the person, really.
NYClark2: ::Just then::
Der DWSage: *Ponders...and a grim expression crosses her face* Wonder if it's all a distraction...or something more sinister.
NYClark2: ::An old man walks into the HoH, holding his arm:: Gods @#^%ing dammit!
Der DWSage: >_>
NYClark2: Grandpa?
NYClark2: Gramps*
la chibi: >.>
NYClark2: ::Walks over to the old man:: Gramps, what happened?
NYClark2: Some nutball cut my arm, thinking I was a monster or something.
la chibi: *to Kali* Suspecting yet another shadowy group of evil nutjobs trying to subjugate Doma?
Der DWSage: Something like that.
NYClark2: Fucking city's gone to the dogs... it's a damned madehouse.
NYClark2: Let's take a look at your arm.
Der DWSage: When you come from my background, you suspect everything of being a bigger plot.
NYClark2: Come on over here.
Der DWSage: Partly because I was part of one.
Syra Zemyla: T: Nonsense! Everything is exactly as you see it!
NYClark2: To hell with the nutjobs and their plots. I am a working man.
Der DWSage: >_>
NYClark2: Hey, you got a mouth lady. Use it.
Der DWSage: She's got the disease too.
NYClark2: ::Brings his grandfather inside and looks at his arm::
Syra Zemyla: Sorry, I'm not meaning to project.
NYClark2: Disease?
NYClark2: You mean the nutjob disease?
NYClark2: I better not catch that shit.
Der DWSage: No, the neo-psychic. People are randomly projecting their thoughts throughout the entire city.
NYClark2: You probably will sooner or later, Gramps.
NYClark2: But it is mostly harmless.
la chibi: *rolls her eyes slightly*
la chibi: IM: Cranky old men.
NYClark2: ::cleans and heals the wound::
Der DWSage: *Floats a cup of mead to the old man!* Calm down, sir. It's temporary, and you build up an immunity to it afterwards.
NYClark2: Your thoughts just leak out a bit to the outside world. You are a sensible person, so it should not be so bad for you.
la chibi: Fairly minor, as thing go. Just annoying.
NYClark2: Damn right I'm sensible.
la chibi: T: As a brick.
Syra Zemyla: *starts giggling! Maybe it would have been better if she had projected the reason for it. Or maybe not.*
la chibi: IM: ....wait, did that project?
la chibi: *suddenly grows very interested in the contents of her mug, sipping the mead with exaggerated care*
Der DWSage: >_>
NYClark2: Watch your tongue, or... head... head-tongue, kid.
Der DWSage: Maybe a little embarassing at times...
NYClark2: This is nuts!
NYClark2: Hey... is that booze?
NYClark2: Yes Gramps.
la chibi: If not, it does a tasty imitation.
Der DWSage: *Nods, floating cup to head-height!*
Der DWSage: Trust me. Two weeks, this entire disease will be over and done with.
NYClark2: It is the reccomended treatment.
NYClark2: I'm all over that!
Der DWSage: Yes. Bars all over town are praising this disease as their newest windfall.
NYClark2: ::Grabs a scotch::
NYClark2: Maybe the bars started it as a secret plot to drum up business.
Der DWSage: o_o I had to tell three of them to put up signs saying it was a recommended cure for the projections, actually.
Der DWSage: Nah. Too subtle.
NYClark2: But look at how much booze is flowing.
NYClark2: It's a river of booze!
Der DWSage: The other way to stop the projections is to see a psionicist or to simply stay away from people for a while, though.
Syra Zemyla: *yawns* Anyways, right now I'm expressing an intense interest in a bed.
Syra Zemyla: I had better get back home.
Der DWSage: *Nods to Chant*
NYClark2: Do you think you can make it?
la chibi: *chuckles slightly* But for most businesses, it's hard to stay away from people. And ironically, with bars growing more popular, the place to get cured is also where you are most likely to pick it up.
la chibi: Ah. Goodnight then. *waves briefly*
Der DWSage: *Nods a bit* But! If they were found out-and the WILL be found out-then it'd be disastrous.
NYClark2: I am not saying it was all the bars.
Syra Zemyla: I think I can make it.
NYClark2: Maybe one barkeep.
Syra Zemyla: *turns around and falls over*
NYClark2: Ok, goodnight then.
Der DWSage: Too little gain for too much danger. Two weeks of a booming business won't warrant a good, long stay in jail and loss of business...
NYClark2: Or... not.
Syra Zemyla: Or maybe I can make it to the floor. ^_^()
OnlineHost: Der DWSage rolled 1 12-sided die: 8
NYClark2: ::Kneels by her:: Are you ok?
Syra Zemyla: (Anyways, I have to go soon. WTF everyone.)
Der DWSage: *Tries to catch her, both mentally and physically...but was distracted too much by conversation. :{*
Syra Zemyla: I'm fine. If not, I don't feel it.
NYClark2: ( WTF Zem )
Der DWSage: ...
NYClark2: Ok.
Der DWSage: *Helps her up*
NYClark2: There might be an empty bed in the back room... ::looks to Kali:: Maybe you can help after all.
Der DWSage: Oh?
NYClark2: Someone to move... ^_^;
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: I think she can still walk.
Syra Zemyla: I think I can. *gets up again*
NYClark2: Perhaps, but it might be best if someone helps her keep her balance.
Der DWSage: *Assists, gently, to the back room!*
NYClark2: This nut did a number on your arm, Gramps.
Syra Zemyla: *reaches the back room, and falls upon the bed with a vengeance! Or maybe she just falls upon it.*
NYClark2: Nothing too deep, but quite a few nicks, and a couple good sized slashes.
Der DWSage: *Helps her with the covers, and then leaves the silly semi-mage be!* Now, what was this?
Syra Zemyla: </Chantelle>
NYClark2: She was a quick one. I didn't even see her till she was halfway done with her work. Grabbed her arm and shoved her away, then she ran off. Screaming about monsters.
NYClark2: I'm too young to be chasing nutballs. So here I am.
Der DWSage: ...Hm.
NYClark2: old*
Der DWSage: (Grampa:Did I mention senile?)
NYClark2: ( I was mixed between too old and not young enough. )
NYClark2: ::Makes with the healing::
la chibi: *observes! She got free booze!*
Der DWSage: Seems some are projecting stronger than others...or she was genuinely nuts.
NYClark2: ::Looks his arm over:: So, wasting time with your books does pay off.
la chibi: How would stronger projections affect that? Sounds to me like she was a bit whacked. A headache doesn't mean you assume people are monsters, after all.
Syra Zemyla: (I have to go, WTF everyone.)
Syra Zemyla has left the room.
NYClark2: I'll say she was a nut, sane folks don't go around cutting up random people.
Der DWSage: She could've been thinking about a time when she did see monsters. And accidently threw it's image over this gentleman here...
Der DWSage: *Shakes her head* Sorry, forgot to introduce myself to you two. Kali Rodriguez, Guardswoman.
la chibi: *shrugs* Possible, but seems unlikely...
la chibi: Ah. Nan'tulla Traderkin. Merchant of sorts.
la chibi: *extends her hand for a shake!*
Der DWSage: *Shakes!*
NYClark2: Gramps Silver, Used to do heavy work, now I run a candy shop. The Silver Gumdrop. ::Extends hand::
Der DWSage: *Also shakes!*
la chibi: T: Silver gumdrops...? Wonder if those would taste like mint. Makes as much sense as blue candies tasting like raspberries...
la chibi: IM: I never understood that. Why blue?
la chibi: Might stop by sometime, then. I've got a bit of a sweet tooth. *grins*
NYClark2: Silver comes from the family name.
NYClark2: But we have plenty of sweets to satisfy a sweet tooth.
la chibi: Mhm. Make any of those little chocolate and nut things...? Turtles, I think they're called?
NYClark2: ::Visions of cookies, cakes and candies dance before the group::
Der DWSage: ...
NYClark2: Um, Gramps...
Der DWSage: That could make one hell of an advertising campaign.
NYClark2: Gods dammit.
la chibi: .....it would. Dammit, I'm hungry now.
NYClark2: So now I'm a nutball?
NYClark2: Well, if this'll help business...
la chibi: No more than you were before. The glowing eyes will set in and a headache, sooner or later.
NYClark2: ::Thinks on those turtles:: You mean these?
NYClark2: We make those. We've got em' all!
la chibi: (Nan'tulla: GOTTA EAT 'EM ALL! It's my destiny! I'll eat these and you eat those, like who~ooa!)
NYClark2: ( Special Brownies! )
la chibi: Good! Love 'em. Tasty snacks, and since nuts are sort of healthy...
Der DWSage: *Chuckles*
la chibi: *chuckles slightly* Technically, then I'm not eating too much junk food.
NYClark2: Junk food is a derogatory term coined by health nuts.
Der DWSage: Actually, nuts can be just as fattening as meat.
NYClark2: Meat is good for you!
la chibi: Hush, you. You're ruining my guiltless pleasures.
NYClark2: You gotta eat at least a bit of everything.
Der DWSage: *Nod*
Der DWSage: I'll agree with that.
NYClark2: You can't just eat twigs or whatever those hippy druids eat.
NYClark2: ( Is hippy ok to say IC? I forget... )
Der DWSage: Actually, some Druids make pretty good stuff.
Der DWSage: So long as you don't mind vegetarian.
NYClark2: That's what I mean.
NYClark2: Vegetables are good. But you gotta have meat too.
la chibi: Tried some of that 'fake-meat' that someone imported from Nekonia. Tofu, I think they called it.
la chibi: Not sure how that was supposed to taste like meat. Bland, slimy stuff.
NYClark2: Sounds like something that grows outta your feet if you don't wash em.
Der DWSage: It tastes good if prepared right.
Der DWSage: Try it in a stir-fry some time.
la chibi: Possibly. Think it gets all of its non-existant flavor from the other ingredients though.
la chibi: (Though Korean tofu stew.... that stuff's TASTY.)
NYClark2: Did you just buy it from the market and eat it straight?
NYClark2: That can't be how you eat it.
Der DWSage: Yeah, but noodles do too. And I never hear anyone complain about THEM.
NYClark2: If you want it to taste like meat, you gotta cook it like meat.
la chibi: It was molded like a ham. And cooked similarly, I think. At least it looked vaguely like a ham on the outside.
NYClark2: Marinate it a while. Soak up some good flavors.
la chibi: *shrugs* I'd rather have a real ham.
NYClark2: Sounds more like a sham to me.
Der DWSage: ...Yeah. The entire 'tofu replaces something completely' I've never managed to buy.
la chibi: (Tofu turkeys! Funniest things ever.)
Der DWSage: (Tofurkey!)
NYClark2: What'd they call that slop, so I can tell my son never to stock it.
NYClark2: ( Tofutibeest )
la chibi: (Tofuturkey!)
Der DWSage: (That's a Tofurkey, alright.)
la chibi: ...Tofam, or some similar gibberish.
la chibi: Some amalgmam of tofu and ham.
Der DWSage: Huh. To each their own, I guess...
NYClark2: Thanks.
NYClark2: I'll make sure the Silver Basket never stocks that slop. Only the best food products there!
la chibi: *shrugs* It was a waste of good tastebuds.
la chibi: *grins* Family chain?
NYClark2: Business and hard work is in our blood.
NYClark2: Though it must have thinned... coming to this generation...
NYClark2: Gramps...
la chibi: I'd think being a white mage is perfectly respectable.
NYClark2: You're doing something at least, you might run your own healing place or something someday. There's hope for you.
NYClark2: It's your idiot cousin I'm worried about.
Der DWSage: ...
Der DWSage: IM:Domestic situations. I HATE domestic situations.
Der DWSage: ...I didn't say that out loud, did I?
NYClark2: Say what, kid?
Der DWSage: Never mind.
NYClark2: Ok.
NYClark2: ...
NYClark2: How is your arm feeling?
NYClark2: Better. But let's get more booze here! ::Grabs some::
la chibi: IM: ...lovely family tensions.
NYClark2: Sorry about my grandfather... he has a... different sense of tact.
la chibi: At least he's open.
Der DWSage: Mm. Say, do you have any children here with the disease?
NYClark2: ::Comes back, taking a swig:: Ahh... good for the body, mind and spirit. Hence the name!
NYClark2: Hm? Why?
Der DWSage: They're a lot easier to distract. Read them a few good stories, preferably something silly and attention-getting.
NYClark2: I hope not, kids don't need to become nutballs.
NYClark2: Really mess up their lives, that.
Der DWSage: This is DOMA.
Der DWSage: Insanity is a part of daily life here.
NYClark2: Maybe, for all the bigger kids who go around getting into fights and thinking they are heroes.
NYClark2: But some folks just live honest lives. And work honest jobs.
Der DWSage: Yes, but there's enough nutjobs that it's impossible to not run into at least one a day.
NYClark2: I know.
NYClark2: Most of the time, you just sell them what they want, and off they go.
NYClark2: Most kids in this city are at least a bit crazy.
Der DWSage: Mm. Hard not to be, really...the war's still affecting some families pretty badly.
la chibi: Mhm....
NYClark2: The war, that had the kind of nutball I could do without.
Der DWSage: The violent, megalomaniacal one?
la chibi: I think we all could have done without that.
NYClark2: Take over the world? Fucking moron. Do some work instead of trying to rule the world.
NYClark2: The world runs on work.
NYClark2: He was nuts Gramps.
Der DWSage: AND a moron.
NYClark2: Exactly.
Der DWSage: ...Force never works. Subversion does.
NYClark2: Sharp as a tack, this one.
NYClark2: You know what works?
NYClark2: Leaving folks the hell alone.
Der DWSage: Too bad that never works.
NYClark2: Don't go oppressing people. And they'll do their work just fine.
Der DWSage: Yeah, but some people want control, and power.
NYClark2: Hmph. They've got no pride in themselves.
Der DWSage: Or they've a personal vendetta, as it seems that demon did.
NYClark2: I didn't do nothin to that moron.
NYClark2: I doubt we know anyone who had, Gramps.
Der DWSage: No, but he had one against the king if I remember right.
Der DWSage: And that's one of the downsides of having a leader with an enemy. He suffers, the entire country suffers.
NYClark2: Hmph.
Der DWSage: IM:And I'll kindly refrain from saying how having a bloodline for rulers is an amazingly stupid diea.
Der DWSage: idea*
NYClark2: ( Since we have a member of a bloodline for merchants here? )
la chibi: (No, because she presumes we're all royalists. =P)
la chibi: (Though it's an amusing thought. Breeding merchants!)
Der DWSage: (More to keep her job safe. I'm sure they'd at least frown on opinions against the crown.)
NYClark2: I thought it was some swordstrap for brains "hero" wannabe.
NYClark2: ::Tending to patients, in case you were wondering::
Der DWSage: Nope.
Der DWSage: *Sighs, looking around*
NYClark2: Some say the queen did most of the getting the country back though.
Der DWSage: I'd best get back to patrol...people are going to start talking if I'm not out and about.
NYClark2: But I say it was really swordarms like you.
NYClark2: Generals don't fight wars, they plan them.
Der DWSage: *Chuckles* No, it was the queen. Give credit where it's due...
Der DWSage: Her, and a few of her friends. She ousted the leader. Without that, all of the resistence cells just opened up and killed or drove off the demons.
NYClark2: Good plan though, since we're not under demon rule.
la chibi: Mhm... can't say the guards were entirely useless though. One of the good things about such a diverse city, at least. For all the trouble we get into, we tend to get out of it just as readily.
Der DWSage: *Nod*
Der DWSage: And don't forget all the world-savers that come from here.
NYClark2: The guards ain't useless.
NYClark2: Show some respect.
Der DWSage: Of course we're not.
la chibi: *grins* I wasn't saying that. Just refuting some of Kali's modesty.
NYClark2: Sharp ones like you are not as common as I'd like to see, though.
la chibi: *incidentally, that grin displays unusually sharp teeth. HRM*
NYClark2: Or ones as helpful.
NYClark2: ( Fangly grin! ^_^ )
Der DWSage: *Slight blush! Aaaw*
la chibi: (Nan: IM: After Kali leaves, I shall DEVOUR THESE PEOPLE. RAWR!)
NYClark2: ( Nyoooo! )
Der DWSage: >_> I'm not that great. Heck, half the reason I came here was for a break from moving around from place to place.
NYClark2: Thank you again.
NYClark2: Not at all. You were a big help.
Der DWSage: ...And I didn't even do that much. I just moved some booze from point A to point B.
NYClark2: You think so... but some people calmed down the moment you came in.
la chibi: It's not all about how many times you save the world, though. It's in the small things as well.
la chibi: *stretches, setting aside her empty mug*
NYClark2: Most of those people being members of the staff.
la chibi: Though on that note, I have a few things to take care of...
Der DWSage: *Shrugs*
la chibi: *waves, giving a respectful nod before walking out. She has an odd, almost spider-like scuttle to her walk*
NYClark2: If you are feeling better, then you are free to go.
la chibi: </der Nan>
Der DWSage: That's part of the reason Jack sent us out. Stabilizing influence...goodbye, Nan'tulla.
NYClark2: Please take care, and feel free to return if your symptoms come back.
NYClark2: How are you feeling though?
Der DWSage: Me? Fine. I'm pretty much immune to the disease...maybe it has to do with the fact that I'm not from here.
Der DWSage: Or that I live with a psychic.
NYClark2: Maybe.
NYClark2: Maybe you had it already and did not notice the difference.
Der DWSage: *Headshake!*
NYClark2: It could have been a mild case.
Der DWSage: Trust me, people would have noticed it if I had.
Der DWSage: Where I come from, magic, psionics, lycanthropy...most of the things you take for granted?
Der DWSage: They're feared, reviled, and suppressed.
NYClark2: But in any case. Don't hesitate to come back if you do need assistance.
Der DWSage: I'll keep that in mind.
NYClark2: Really? But magic has the potential to be so helpful.
NYClark2: Look at what I'm doing.
NYClark2: What's to be feared from someone healing the sick and wounded?
Der DWSage: Not all magic is so helpful, though.
NYClark2: ( Kali: A lot I guess, they once crucified someone for doing that where I'm from. )
NYClark2: It all depends on how it is applied.
Der DWSage: *Chuckles* People fear what they don't know. And in my world, magic wasn't understood at all.
NYClark2: So how did you come to not fear it?
Der DWSage: I was born into it. I was forced to understand it.
NYClark2: Must have been tough on you, if it is hated so much where you are from.
Der DWSage: Especially as my brother was so high up in an organization that helped people that DID have these gifts.
NYClark2: Like a school?
Der DWSage: ...More like a secret organization, complete with private police force to handle renegades.
la chibi has left the room.
NYClark2: That sounds horrible.
Der DWSage: It was. I...don't miss my old world much.
Der DWSage: o_o Except for skyline chili. Ye gads, I miss skyline chili.
NYClark2: I'm sorry...
NYClark2: I can't exactly take care of that sort of pain.
Der DWSage: *Shrug* Not many could.
NYClark2: Josua, I'm heading home. I say your shift is up, so take a walk, and fix more nutballs tomorrow. ::Heads out, chuckling to himself::
Der DWSage: *Nods to the old man* Goodnight, mister Silver.
NYClark2: Goodnight. Call me Gramps. Friends and family alike call me that.
NYClark2: T: Sharp one... that kid. ::and gone::
Der DWSage: *Nods* Goodnight, Gramps.
Der DWSage: I'd best get going...it's actually almost time for me to get back anyway.
NYClark2: Ok, mind if I walk with you for a bit. They can deal without me for awhile, and I should get some sleep soon.
NYClark2: ?*
Papa Tymisonn has entered the room.
Papa Tymisonn: (*stabs Shaun*)
Papa Tymisonn: (Entertained?)
Der DWSage: Actually...I do. No offense, but if I'm seen walking with a civilian on my way back, that'll just cement suspicions that I was slacking off.
NYClark2: Ok, I was a bit worried about running into a violent nut of the sort Gramps had a run-in with.
NYClark2: But if I hurry home, I should be alright.
Der DWSage: ...Nh. Damn, you had to appeal to my better nature, didn't you? Where do you live? It might not be too far out of the way anyway.
NYClark2: Not too far, about ten minutes, if you move at a good clip.
NYClark2: I tend to take my time on calmer days though, so it's about a half hour usually.
Der DWSage: *Nods*
Der DWSage: That'll work. I'll -just- make it.
NYClark2: Thank you, I really appreciate it, Kali.
NYClark2: ::waves to his fellow WMs and opens the door::
Der DWSage: *Follows!*
NYClark2: ::Holds it open for her::
Der DWSage: *And goes!*
NYClark2: ::And follows:: It's that way. ::points::
Der DWSage: Lead the way. You're the one that knows where it is.
Mekta satak kai: (People should mail a log to mysteriouspriest@gmail.com and I'll try to upload it in the morning. Night all. Pleasure lurking with you.)
NYClark2: I am, you were just heading the opposite way.
Der DWSage: Right...
NYClark2: ::Walks::
NYClark2: Do you really think this was some plot?
NYClark2: What if it was just an experiment that got a bit out of hand?
Der DWSage: >_> Have to take everything seriously.
Der DWSage: Even if it was just an experiment, we'd have to find out what it was for, who it was by, and how it got so bad.
NYClark2: I suppose so, but I doubt many people will be able to provide much information for you, aside from their own encounters with the disease.
Der DWSage: We can find out where it originated, with enough time.
NYClark2: The healers are expending most of their effort in treating it. But we would like to know where it came from as well.
Der DWSage: *Nods* Like I said...once it calms down, the Guard is going to put quite a bit more effort in finding out where it came from.
NYClark2: So far, we just know how to spot it. And how it spreads. Nothing you don't know in that respect.
Der DWSage: For now? We're focusing most of our efforts on keeping people from panicking. It's pretty contagious after all.
Der DWSage: *Grins* Though we've got some divination mages with good ideas on where it began...
NYClark2: That's good to know.
NYClark2: Hopefully it's not another "moron," as Gramps put it.
Der DWSage: No promises yet, of course, but they're pretty good at what they do. They'll find them.
NYClark2: Glad to hear it.
NYClark2: ::They reach a nice enough looking house on a nice enough looking street in a nice enough part of town. Not fancy, not crap.:: Here we are.
NYClark2: Thank you for accompanying me.
Der DWSage: *Nods* Just doing my duty and taking a break. Goodnight, don't let the crazed people bite.
NYClark2: ::Extends a hand:: It was good meeting you, Kali.
Der DWSage: *Handshake!* Same here.
NYClark2: I hope to see you again, under calmer circumstances.
Der DWSage: Again, same here. I -really- have to run now, though.
NYClark2: Goodnight ::Nods to her, and then goes to his door, and opens it::
NYClark2: I hope you don't get in trouble on my account.
NYClark2: ::Enters his home::
Der DWSage: Probably won't. Even so, I'll probably fly half the way...
Der DWSage: *Exuent!*
NYClark2: IM: Fly? ::shrug::
NYClark2: ::door close::
Papa Tymisonn has left the room.
Der DWSage: (G'night.)
Der DWSage: (Should I send the log to Ashley, or you?)
NYClark2: ( G'night. )
NYClark2: ( You. Since I don't know if I can send it or not )