You have just entered room "clichedoverusedphrase."
TheWaiChibiAngel has entered the room.
Idran1701 has entered the room.
DarkLordKelne has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: I invited other people, but they've not responded.
Lithaladhwen: This includes people I'm relatively sure will want in.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *I may or may not get in on this upon my triumphant return.*
DarkLordKelne: By the time of Shini's triumphant return, I will likely be off to work.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *That's because you are...A muppet.*
Lithaladhwen: When do you leave, Kelne?
DarkLordKelne: Half an hour.
Lithaladhwen: Yikes.
DarkLordKelne: My god... It all makes sense now. *Gives the polka-dot materia to Shini*
BaronDeMalta has entered the room.
J4deninj44 has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: Ha.
Lithaladhwen: Hey Amanda!
J4deninj44: Hey, Woman of the Ash.
Lithaladhwen: ^_^
Lithaladhwen: Oh, Selena has a wiki now. You want to see?
J4deninj44: *scratches chin* I certainly would.
Lithaladhwen: http://mysidia.org/rpgww/index.php?title=Selena_Blackwell
Lithaladhwen: Oh! *minor-edits*
Lithaladhwen: There.
T3chn0Namagomi has entered the room.
J4deninj44: *kicks feet*
J4deninj44: So what are we planning here?
Lithaladhwen: Dunno. I think Charles will likely be in later, and then maybe... I dunno. MAC?
T3chn0Namagomi: E to....wakarimasen.
T3chn0Namagomi: MAC sounds good
J4deninj44: THis reminds me that I need to work out a small large event plot line.
T3chn0Namagomi: Though I'm going to shoot Cha if he goes on about how "good in bed" his damn orc is again.
Lithaladhwen: Ew.
T3chn0Namagomi: You saw the intro last time, Kai.
Lithaladhwen: He described Oxblood's girlfriend to me once.
Lithaladhwen: It was...weird.
J4deninj44: *Snort*
T3chn0Namagomi: I get the feeling Zeiren has better taste in girls. And hygiene.
T3chn0Namagomi: XP
Lithaladhwen: He does.
Lithaladhwen: He likes Hel, after all.
T3chn0Namagomi: Well, he's a damn skirtchaser.
Lithaladhwen: Yes. But clean skirts.
T3chn0Namagomi: Yeah
Lithaladhwen: And on cute girls.
T3chn0Namagomi: And...he himself practices good hygiene.
Lithaladhwen: He should.
AngeloState606 has entered the room.
T3chn0Namagomi: Note: Yes, I will have him rag on the smell. If Cha earned points with it, it deserves to be noticeable
Lithaladhwen: Hey Tara.
Lithaladhwen: We're considering MAC at this point.
Lithaladhwen: You in?
AngeloState606: Howdy.
AngeloState606: I'm gonna lurk for a bit.
Lithaladhwen: Nama: This is fair.
Lithaladhwen: Anyway, more for Amanda's benefit than anything else, since Nama and Shini know who Helena is.....
Lithaladhwen: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/39160187/
Lithaladhwen: Mid-thirties. Blue hair. And yes, the hair is that long.
Deus Fio has entered the room.
J4deninj44: Is there anything significant going on in the MAC world?
Idran1701: If you're going MAC, I'll probably be lurking myself, but I'll stick around and watch. :O
Deus Fio: Likewise, methinks.
Deus Fio: Don't have anyone in MAC XP
Lithaladhwen: MAC is now on active duty (no classes, yay) because of recent attacks by mecha with seemingly-inhuman reflexes and....potentially no pilots.
Lithaladhwen: No pilots? That's no good.
Deus Fio: Oh! *is Spleen*
Idran1701: SPLEEN!
Idran1701: SECRET OF MANA! WHEN?
Deus Fio: DRANNO!
Lithaladhwen: Working hypothesis is that the mecha are being piloted by the ghosts of fallen soldiers whose essences have been welded to the astral symbiotes.
Lithaladhwen: Molto male.
Deus Fio: SECRET OF MANA! WHEN THIS RP STOPS?
Idran1701: Don't make me brick your house again, Spleen. >:
Idran1701: Kay!
Deus Fio: That reminds me! I gotta put it on my NEW COMPUTER.
PapatymisonN has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: MAC CIRP, Charles?
PapatymisonN: Yes.
Deus Fio: Yo, Cha.
PapatymisonN: Spleenmama?
Deus Fio: So it would seem.
Lithaladhwen: Y Spleenmama tambien?
Deus Fio: *pushes Kai in front of a very small train*
PapatymisonN: *pulls her back*
PapatymisonN: *Spleen finds himself no longer suspended over the Grand Canyon*
Lithaladhwen: *steals the Grand Canyon*
Deus Fio: *is now...uh...falling into it?*
Deus Fio: *...*
Deus Fio: *has no idea*
PapatymisonN: Ashley Sandiego! Quit stealin' stuff!
Lithaladhwen: And this is how I did it.
Lithaladhwen: Charles! You can't stop me!
Deus Fio: Oh, duh, I'm dumb. I already had all my emulation files on here.
Lithaladhwen: I think through my plans like a woman of action!
Lithaladhwen: And act on my plans like a woman of thought!
Deus Fio: Including the most up-to-date Secret of Mana save.
PapatymisonN: I'll get you someday, Ashley. Whether on a goofy but admirable cartoon or on a child's game show, by Hera, I'LL GET YOUUUUUU!
Deus Fio: Which is not the farthest we've been in Secret of Mana, just the farthest up that we remembered to save >_<
Idran1701: Yes, but at least we get to fight Kilroy again!
Deus Fio: WOOHOO!
Idran1701: Also, that pic is awesome, Kai. :D
Deus Fio: Don't let me forget to go to the inn afterwards.
Lithaladhwen: Thanks, Idran!
Idran1701: Is that photoshopped, or do you actually have that outfit?
BaronDeMalta: Lupin teams up with Carmen Sandiego, together they steal the world.
BaronDeMalta: No-one notices.
Lithaladhwen: Idran: I have that. I was wearing it earlier.
Lithaladhwen: The hat just came today.
Idran1701: That's just nifty. :D
Deus Fio: Kai: I thought you bid on the coat but lost.
Lithaladhwen: I have another one. But this ons is short.
Deus Fio: Ah.
Lithaladhwen: It only goes to my waist.
Deus Fio: Well that's useless.
Lithaladhwen: Aye.
Lithaladhwen: But makes for good portrait photos.
Idran1701: Can't hide the Taj Mahal in there.
PapatymisonN: Poutine is made by God to bless Canadians. ^_^
T3chn0Namagomi: THAI FOOD IS EVIL.
Lithaladhwen: Nama is correct.
T3chn0Namagomi: EEEEVIL
Lithaladhwen: Idran is as well, sadly.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *What the hell is going on.*
Lithaladhwen: I don't know what the hell Charles is on about.
Lithaladhwen: Shini: We're thinking MAC so far.
Deus Fio: Shini: Your mother is going on.
Lithaladhwen: You interested?
T3chn0Namagomi: Anything that remains spicy after a glass of milk...gah.
Lithaladhwen: Going on like Spleen's FACE.
T3chn0Namagomi: Thai food must truly be straight from HELL
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Your mom's MAC :-(*
Idran1701: Kai: Poutine is, I believe, french fries with gravy and curds.
Lithaladhwen: .......
Lithaladhwen: *is violently ill*
T3chn0Namagomi: French fries are better with mayonnaise, damnit!
Lithaladhwen: *is ill one more time*
Lithaladhwen: Honey or ketchup.
Lithaladhwen: Or A1.
J4deninj44: I agree with doug.
Idran1701: Honey? Really?
T3chn0Namagomi: Oooh. A1 sounds good too.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. It's good with the saltiness.
Lithaladhwen: But you don't need much.
Idran1701: Huh. Makes sense.
Idran1701: I guess if it works with peanut butter. *shrug*
PapatymisonN: You all need to travel to Quebec and experience poutine.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Fries are good with more fries.*
Deus Fio: I've always considered mixing honey and ketchup, but am not man enough to do so.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Or a Wendy's Frostie.*
PapatymisonN: Quebec City, if possible.
PapatymisonN: ...
BaronDeMalta: Fries are good with burgers
PapatymisonN: *STRIKES SHINI WITH A HARISEN* e_e
T3chn0Namagomi: They have new Vanilla Frosties now. ^.^
Idran1701: Oh, and on the Carmen Sandiego subject: http://tailsteak.com/archive.php?num=433
PapatymisonN: YOU COMMIT A SIN.
Lithaladhwen: *clicks*
Lithaladhwen: I've seen this!
Lithaladhwen: I LOVE IT
TheWaiChibiAngel: *:Chuck is parried, then grappled:*
Lithaladhwen: Brian sent it to me.
Idran1701: Tailsteak is awesome. :D
Deus Fio: Ooh! New MAD!
PapatymisonN: *knees Shini in the nuts*
Lithaladhwen: I'm linking that in my facebook profile.
Idran1701: I don't normally like allegories, but he did a great modern interpretation of Plato's Allegory of the Cave.
Idran1701: Starts here: http://tailsteak.com/archive.php?num=32
Deus Fio: NO D&D ADVERTISEMENTS. THIS MAGAZINE IS USELESS TO ME.
Deus Fio: I have five D&D advertisements up on my wall from issues of MAD.
T3chn0Namagomi: Anyway, MAC.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *:Chuck is guard parried again! OHNOES!:*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *:And hencely grappled again :-(:*
Lithaladhwen: So. Who wants to RP?
PapatymisonN: *breaks grapple, shoots Shini in the face* I DO!
T3chn0Namagomi: Damnit, Shini, Guard Impact was my thing!
Lithaladhwen: I'm going to see how difficult it will be to CIRP with Helena.
Deus Fio: I don't have any characters in MAC.\
Deus Fio: *.
PapatymisonN: I am tempted to use someone other than Oxblood.
Lithaladhwen: We can do first gen. We should vote, because I'm happy either way.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *:Evades the shot, as that thing has a windup of about 10 minutes:*
Lithaladhwen: All for first gen, say aye or forever shut the fuck up.
T3chn0Namagomi: MAC
BaronDeMalta: 2nd Gen!
TheWaiChibiAngel: *HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A SHINI NOT HAVE A PREFERENCE?*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *IT LOOKS A LOT LIKE THIS*
PapatymisonN: I could use Alexander Domanada, or my new Stereotypical Hero Kid, Helden Krieger...
PapatymisonN: (AKA MAC.)
Idran1701: If pressed, I would vote for 1st gen, but I'm happy to lurk and watch a MAC game.
J4deninj44: *raises hand* I'm interested in something that will have direction. Otherwise, I'll lose interest and stop shirking my chores.
Lithaladhwen: Idran, if we play first gen, will you play?
Idran1701: Sure! Though I'd have to hold up things for about 20 minutes while I get dinner, since I just noticed the time.
Idran1701: Thought it was like 4:30 or so.
PapatymisonN: *shakes Amanda's hand* Don't count on it, babe.
Idran1701: So if you want to go ahead and jump right in, I can hold out for a later session.
J4deninj44: *chuckles*
Lithaladhwen: Well, I'm not GMing right now. So if people are looking for a leader, all I can do is try and be active in chat.
Lithaladhwen: I think my MAC character is boring, but I like everyone else's.
Lithaladhwen: So... I'm okay either way.
Lithaladhwen: S'why I called for a vote.
T3chn0Namagomi: Heh. You like the bishounen halfdemon?
Idran1701: And now I'm off. Back soon!
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. He's fun.
Lithaladhwen: So, yeah. Charles and Nama for MAC, Idran and Spleen for first-gen, and Daien for second.
Lithaladhwen: Amanda? You want to call it?
Deus Fio: I vote firstond gen Metro DomeleMACir'thalar.
Deus Fio: Actually, put me down for second.
Lithaladhwen: Okay, so it's between MAC and second gen.
Deus Fio: I vote SUPER CI. Use any character from any setting, and then everyone's memory gets erased.
PapatymisonN: ... no.
Deus Fio: Yeah, I know.
Lithaladhwen: Why RP at all then? It doesn't let me mastermind character-meetings for future RPs.
Deus Fio: I know. I was kidding.
Lithaladhwen: I veto in favor of being a calculating evil GM.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, I know.
Lithaladhwen: MAC or 2gen.
Lithaladhwen: For me that translates to Helena or Hideki.
Deus Fio: Although it would be pretty funny to throw Boreas at...actually, pretty much anyone outside his setting.
T3chn0Namagomi: *Spleen suddenly finds himself in the path of one of Suika Ibuki's bombs*
Deus Fio: *doesn't know who that is, so is immune!*
J4deninj44: What year, out of curiousity and for clarification, would the MAC year be?
PapatymisonN: 3092.
BaronDeMalta: Uhm.
BaronDeMalta: How far is that related to the first MAC RP?
Lithaladhwen: Probably no more than a year or so after it. Everyone's still where they were.
Lithaladhwen: Though I'm not clear on what date the first MAC RP was set, either.
PapatymisonN: I don't see why it can't just be later in the same year.
T3chn0Namagomi: And no, Dan is disallowed from having a 250-point mecha just so he can get an easy out with that ubergun.
PapatymisonN: Though probably due to ignorance.
Deus Fio: If we do second gen, I could go for Gunnir (that was 2nd gen, right?).
BaronDeMalta: Yeah, it is.
Deus Fio: Haven't taken ol' what's-her-name out in a while.
J4deninj44: The FIRST board MAC and general MAC was in 3092.
Lithaladhwen: Okay.
Lithaladhwen: So it's right after.
Deus Fio: What the shit was her name?
T3chn0Namagomi: ...
J4deninj44: Excuse me a moment..
TheWaiChibiAngel: *What the Shit isn't a very good name, Spleen.*
Deus Fio: I'm turning on the computer that has the log.
Deus Fio: I haven't transferred my chat logs because I don't want to transfer all of them.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Yeah, having all of your junk in one place? That's just silly.*
Lithaladhwen: Goofy, even.
Deus Fio: Dude, I have about half a gig or more of stupid chat logs.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Deleting stupid/Irrelivant things? Such a waste of time.*
PapatymisonN: ... that's a lot.
PapatymisonN: Does Ashley have them all?
Lithaladhwen: I have more.
Lithaladhwen: I have every RP I've ever been in.
Deus Fio: Not RP chat.
Lithaladhwen: Except for two.
Deus Fio: I meant every chat.
Lithaladhwen: Every chat?
Deus Fio: Actually, I'm counting IMs, too.
Lithaladhwen: What the shit, are you automatically logging everything?
Deus Fio: Yes. It's useful more than half the time.
Lithaladhwen: Interesting.
Deus Fio: Actually, I just looked, and it's not half a gig. It's a quarter of a gig.
Deus Fio: Even so, that's an assload.
Lithaladhwen: I think I have that many chat RP logs
Lithaladhwen: I'm on 143 for CIRPs, and that doesn't count plotted ones.
Deus Fio: So, yeah. One of these days I gotta sort those into RP logs, useful chat logs, and logs of chats I went into to annoy people I hate.
Lithaladhwen: Plotted RPs I keep someplace else, but the CIs are numbered.
PapatymisonN: You keep your CIs numbered for just such an occasion?
T3chn0Namagomi: So, is there actually going to be a decision on the RP?
PapatymisonN: OK.
PapatymisonN: It's MAC or 2gen.
PapatymisonN: All for MAC?
T3chn0Namagomi: I'm for MAC.
Lithaladhwen: Okay. MAC.
Lithaladhwen: Nama, set us up.
Lithaladhwen: (*font*)
J4deninj44: (Returned just in time.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (Right. So I'm now the expositioner guy at the start)
PapatymisonN: (OK. 1 Oxblood, 2 Helden, 3 Alex.)
T3chn0Namagomi: *At MAC Baron, there are a wide number of places one can go to spend their time when not blowing up giant robots*
OnlineHost: PapatymisonN rolled 1 3-sided die: 1
PapatymisonN: (Oxy it is.)
PapatymisonN: (... but I'm notorious for ignoring my dicerolls.)
PapatymisonN: (1 Helden 2 Alexander.)
OnlineHost: PapatymisonN rolled 1 2-sided die: 2
T3chn0Namagomi: *There's the simulators for those with no real life, the mess hall, the gymnasium, the pool, and where our friend Zeiren is, the arcade*
PapatymisonN: (Alex it is.)
Lithaladhwen: (I was hoping you'd pick Alex. My will be done! *cackles*)
PapatymisonN: (Yeah, yeah, yeah...)
T3chn0Namagomi: *Zeiren being the guy at the Intangible and Absent Strength arcade machine*
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: Who the hell makes a fighting game with that many projectiles?
PapatymisonN: *And that's when you hear... music!*
PapatymisonN: *it's someone playing the violin... and it sounds... pretty darned good!*
TheWaiChibiAngel: AAAAAAAHHHHHH!
PapatymisonN: *and, it's coming from down the hall!*
Lithaladhwen: (Okay, we're going to have font issues, I think.)
PapatymisonN: (Kay... uh...)
PapatymisonN: (Bolded?)
Lithaladhwen: (Looks good!)
T3chn0Namagomi: *And fuck, I need to come up with a "civilian" outfit for Zeiren*
PapatymisonN: *and hey, that tune's familiar... by a composer named Cotitiv... very difficult...*
T3chn0Namagomi: *Too bad Zeiren doesn't have an ear for the "classics"*
J4deninj44: *a Southern Doman Field Lynx, a large sandy colored cat with large paws and brown markings pads into the room with Alex*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Is in the hall! holding her head!* What IS THAT!? SOMEONE SHUT UP!
PapatymisonN: *Eh. You probably heard it in a cola commercial...*
PapatymisonN: o.o What in the name of...
Lithaladhwen: *A woman in her mid-thirties with blue hair pulled back into a preposterously long braid exits the cafeteria, a box of juice in one hand from which she occasionally sips.*
PapatymisonN: You! Beast! Begone!
Lithaladhwen: IM: This is so damned convenient.
J4deninj44: *pricks it ears and swivels its head to regard the screaming*
Lithaladhwen: *hears Tareen screaming* Tareen. What's going on? Are you hurt?
PapatymisonN: Oh, don't ignore me! Scoot!
T3chn0Namagomi: *You think they'd put that rather than something "hip" in a coke commercial? Anyway, Zeiren himself is at least doing a bit better with his selected character...before he hears the scream and ends up eating a super*
J4deninj44: *swivels its head to look at Alex. The lynx blinks slowly and yawns, baring its fangs for a moment.*
PapatymisonN: o_o
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: Damn, I was doing so good--wait, why would Tareen be screaming?
PapatymisonN: IM: It. Is going. To eat me.
T3chn0Namagomi: *pokes his head into the hallway*
J4deninj44: *looks at him with severe boredom*
TheWaiChibiAngel: OW.
TheWaiChibiAngel: I mean.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Ow.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *shakes herself off* Someone was making some really stupid noise.
Lithaladhwen: The violin?
T3chn0Namagomi: Eh. Someone's playing some odd violin music. Honestly never cared for it.
J4deninj44: *it
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Shrugs*
J4deninj44: 's about the size of a german shepard*
Lithaladhwen: I was rather enjoying it, but then again... I'm old-fashioned in many ways.
T3chn0Namagomi: I see.
Lithaladhwen: It ...it's to be expected.
Lithaladhwen: What are you two up to?
T3chn0Namagomi: Ehh. Killing time in the arcade. ^.^
PapatymisonN: ... I need someone to... ... get rid of you.
PapatymisonN: IM: Wait. I'm a Domanada. I can do anything.
Lithaladhwen: And Tareen? Besides screaming?
TheWaiChibiAngel: I was...
TheWaiChibiAngel: ....
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...I dunno!
PapatymisonN: *accompanies his speech with correlative, expressive gestures* YOU. NEED. TO. GO.
PapatymisonN: ...AWAY.
PapatymisonN: ... NOW.
Lithaladhwen: Well, then. I was going to go see who was playing, as I've really got nothing better to do.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Fist in the air* Curses!
Lithaladhwen: I'm tired of negotiating times to arrange a demonstration with that enemy mecha.
Lithaladhwen: Everyone wants me to accomodate their personal schedules.
PapatymisonN: ... Please?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Oh, yeah!
TheWaiChibiAngel: I was gonna go look at that.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ..But now my head hurts too much.
Lithaladhwen: (Lost Amanda.)
PapatymisonN: (Dangit.)
T3chn0Namagomi: Eh. I'll look at it later--I'm interested in finding out about it, but it's not a priority. ^^
PapatymisonN: ... oh, never mind. *returns to playing the piece, right where he left off*
T3chn0Namagomi: <_< Oh! I just remembered.
T3chn0Namagomi: Someone was talking about you getting a motorcycle, no?
TheWaiChibiAngel: AHHHH!
Lithaladhwen: Yes. It would be faster than running, by a large margin.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Grabs her head again* Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!
T3chn0Namagomi: <_<;
T3chn0Namagomi: Yeah...you know how to drive one?
Lithaladhwen: Tareen. Go ask him to stop. Use your words.
TheWaiChibiAngel: I AM USING MY WORDS!
PapatymisonN: *calling to his critics* ... appreciate art. *does not stop*
Lithaladhwen: Go use them on him. I can't help you.
AngeloState606 has left the room.
Deus Fio: (I found that Gunnir log, incidentally. Khassa Ramundar.)
J4deninj44 has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: (There we go. She's coming back.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Runs in the direction of the music man*
Lithaladhwen: (She said she'll try her other SN.)
Lithaladhwen: (*throws seventy six trombones at Tareen*)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Tareen: *Tromboned*)
Orewadare has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: (Yay!)
PapatymisonN: (Welcome)
Orewadare: (I liiiiive!)
PapatymisonN: (Yes, but do you THRIVE?)
TheWaiChibiAngel: *When she gets to his room!* Your art is KILLING ME IN THE BRAIN!
Lithaladhwen: *to Zeiren* I... don't. I never learned. You'll find I had a... sheltered... upbringing.
Lithaladhwen: There are many things I was not exposed to.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Twitch twitch*
Orewadare: (Hey, baby steps.)
T3chn0Namagomi: >_> I know what art is. It would so happen to be such bands as Kannauze, Aurunvak Kairun, and Relekiul. None of which involve violins.
T3chn0Namagomi: (Valth wins!)
Lithaladhwen: (Hel: Yes. It does. We like Valthi here.)
PapatymisonN: ... you're both kidding, right? *has stopped*
T3chn0Namagomi: >_> No, I'm not.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Aaaahhhh...
PapatymisonN: You're so uncultured as to find this to be something other than glorious?
T3chn0Namagomi: <_< ...Want to learn how? ^.^
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Slumps onto the nearest seat. Or the floor. Invited or not!*
Orewadare: *makes a noise half akin to a growl and a roar*
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...That's a big cat.
Lithaladhwen: ...*glances to the animal* You keep animals here?
PapatymisonN: It won't leave, and it's not eating me. So I don't care.
Lithaladhwen: *tilts her head and examines it*
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...I didn't know we were allowed to keep pets!
T3chn0Namagomi: *looks at the animal* Interesting. o.o
Lithaladhwen: IM: How odd.
TheWaiChibiAngel: I gave up my clockwork weasel to move in here. ._.
Orewadare: *looks at Shini* ...
T3chn0Namagomi: *Tareen
PapatymisonN: (AKA Awesome Girl.)
Lithaladhwen: (The only character in this RP older than Helena! And by a huge margin!)
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Of note! Tareen's currently looking like Random Person 18271.*
Lithaladhwen: (She's..... identifiable nonetheless. Certain mannerisms give her away.)
Lithaladhwen: (Like the screaming.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Yep.)
Orewadare: *looks at Alex and pads over to him, when it reaches him it begins sniffing his legs.*
TheWaiChibiAngel: (She also always sounds relatively the same, vocally. That's the normal identifier.)
T3chn0Namagomi: And typically, people don't have large cats for pets...
PapatymisonN: It's not mine, it just... o.o Came... In.
PapatymisonN: *w* Get it away from me.
Lithaladhwen: I think it may be yours now.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...I miss Clockswarthy. *Is she tearing up? :-(*
PapatymisonN: *carefully putting his violin in its case*
Lithaladhwen: And I, for one, enjoyed the music.
Orewadare: *decides to examine the violin*
T3chn0Namagomi: *slowly reaches toward the cat, as to pet it*
T3chn0Namagomi: *carefully, though, of course*
PapatymisonN: o.o NO! *holds it above his head*
TheWaiChibiAngel: Quick, someone find me some snow. ._.
PapatymisonN: This is a rare 1809 Elegari original! It's priceless!
T3chn0Namagomi: (Somehow, I'm amused. It's like Shini's pulling out so many damn references. XP)
Orewadare: *gives no indication that it acknowledge Zeirun as it thoroughly examines the violin*
Lithaladhwen: 1809? That makes it priceless?
T3chn0Namagomi: >_>; Even if the cat would understand you, would it care about its value?
PapatymisonN: That makes it old. ELEGARI makes it priceless.
T3chn0Namagomi: *tries petting the cat*
Lithaladhwen: Good. I was beginning to worry.
PapatymisonN: He's the greatest violin player Igala has ever known.
Lithaladhwen: I've never met him.
T3chn0Namagomi: ...Uh huh.
PapatymisonN: ... well, that would be because he's dead, isn't it?
TheWaiChibiAngel: I've never even heard of him. ._.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Who are we talking about?
Lithaladhwen: *flatly* You would think, wouldn't you.
Orewadare: *flicks its tail at being touched and shifts its weight but doesn't seem to protest*
Lithaladhwen: Sorry. That was a joke. My name is Helena Mazuo. I see ghosts.
Lithaladhwen: *offers a hand to shake*
T3chn0Namagomi: And Hikari no Yami has one of the hottest lead singers ever. ^.^ *petting the cat*
T3chn0Namagomi: (Nekonian rock. XP)
PapatymisonN: Ah. Alexander (a bunch of middle names I don't remember right now. Charles is one, I think) Domanada. I see ... you. *shake*
Orewadare: (should I be evil?)
Orewadare: (No, I should swallow my evil.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: I'm Tareen! I'm older than dirt and six times cooler. o_o
PapatymisonN: (Yes you should.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Holds out both hands*
Lithaladhwen: Domanada. There... have been many Domanadas. Are you one of the family I'm thinking of?
Lithaladhwen: (Be evil.)
PapatymisonN: I am. Direct lineage, in fact.
PapatymisonN: *oh! I forgot to describe him!*
Lithaladhwen: Interesting. How lovely for you.
Lithaladhwen: May your fate be better than many of your predecessors.
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Domanada = Kennedy?)
Lithaladhwen: (...Yes.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (:D)
Lithaladhwen: (Alex: *hits thirty billion people with his mech while drunk-piloting*)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Charles: Look at me! I learned how to Ski!)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Helena: This will only end in tears.)
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah, that sounds about right, Shini.)
PapatymisonN: *He's got an interesting copper sheen to his mocha coloured skin, and his long black hair hangs about his thin yet handsome face nicely. He has piercing blue eyes, and is currently wearing the standard MAC uniform, with a PFC rank..
PapatymisonN: *
PapatymisonN: *... on his shoulder, and no squad badge*
PapatymisonN: I'm sure of it to be.
Lithaladhwen: (Helena: *totally has a rank badge with the illuminati allseeing eye on it*)
Orewadare: *pads over to Helena and sniffs her tentatively*
Lithaladhwen: (Didn't seem important to note before, but while we're comparing badges....)
Lithaladhwen: *looks down
Lithaladhwen: *
Lithaladhwen: *is sniffed*
T3chn0Namagomi: >_>
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...You should take that cat outside.
PapatymisonN: I would, were it mine...
TheWaiChibiAngel: When animals sniff things, they're looking for a place to go to the bathroom. I saw it on..
Lithaladhwen: *stands perfectly still and watches it*
TheWaiChibiAngel: ..That one channel.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...With the music videos, I think.
Orewadare: *pins its ears back and makes a low noise and seems to stare at the legs in front of it*
Lithaladhwen: ...
PapatymisonN: ... MusicPlus.
T3chn0Namagomi: Heh.
Lithaladhwen: IM: I don't think it and I are getting along.
Lithaladhwen: IM: But then again, what's it going to do, maul me? Kill me?
Orewadare: *licks its lips and circles Helena a few times, agitated, tail flicking. It pauses and looks up at her, into her eyes*
Lithaladhwen: *little sigh as she continues watching the animal currently inspecting her*
Lithaladhwen: What, cat?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Uh..Isn't there someone we can call?
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Like...Phantombreakers?
T3chn0Namagomi: <_<;
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Do-do-doot-do-doo.
Lithaladhwen: *is totally being circled by a large feline*
Lithaladhwen: I take issue with this. It seems unusual.
Orewadare: *makes a affronted motion with its head and sniffs the air before sneezing and makes a low noise.*
Lithaladhwen: *frowns, confused*
T3chn0Namagomi: Anyway, want me to teach you how to drive a motorcycle? >_>'
Lithaladhwen: You know, if you were dead, Cat, I think we'd have better luck. *sighs*
PapatymisonN: ... That's it.
Lithaladhwen: I... at some point... yes.
PapatymisonN: I am taking CONTROL of the situation.
PapatymisonN: *goes over to the cat, and picks it up*
Lithaladhwen: (Whoa.)
T3chn0Namagomi: ...
Orewadare: *stands up and places its paws gently on her chest and gets a better look at her face*
TheWaiChibiAngel: (..I thought it was fairly large.)
Lithaladhwen: (That's a big cat to be picking up. Like German shepard-size.)
Orewadare: (German shepard sizeed.)
PapatymisonN: (I didn't say it was EASY for him...)
PapatymisonN: Oh dear gods... @_@
T3chn0Namagomi: ...
Lithaladhwen: (Well, two things have happened, how do we resolve, comrades?)
Lithaladhwen: (Who has the kitteh? Hel or Alex?)
T3chn0Namagomi: (I say it's up to the one who is playing the >|ITTY)
PapatymisonN: (Agreed.)
Orewadare has left the room.
PapatymisonN: (...)
Lithaladhwen: (I think she'll be right back.)
J4deninj44 has entered the room.
J4deninj44: (Take that AIM!)
Lithaladhwen: (But yeah. Both can happen provided the feline can escape the teenaged boy.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: So...We're not calling Phantom Breakers?
J4deninj44: *hefted up by the humanoid boy and makes a yowl*
T3chn0Namagomi: Tareen, they don't deal with cats.
PapatymisonN: C'mon, cat. Time to go outside. *starts heading for the nearest exit*
PapatymisonN: *... slowly...*
TheWaiChibiAngel: ..Maybe ghost cats?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Is this cat, infact, deceased!?
Lithaladhwen: ....No, Tareen.
J4deninj44: *twists and writhes out of his arms with considerable force and bounds a few feet away. It gives Alex a indignant hiss*
Lithaladhwen: I would know. I promise.
Lithaladhwen: That doesn't mean I know what its problem is....
Lithaladhwen: *spreads her hands in front of her* What?
Lithaladhwen: I will never understand animals.
PapatymisonN: ... nor will I. e_e
J4deninj44: *about inspecting Helena, she does so, paws on her chest and whiskers in her face.*
PapatymisonN: GO OUTSIDE, CAT. eVe
Lithaladhwen: ........
T3chn0Namagomi: o.o;
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: ...
Lithaladhwen: *scowls shoves the cat off with one arm...Hel's apparently stronger than your average man*
Lithaladhwen: *snaps*That's enough.
Lithaladhwen: Gods. What the hell?
TheWaiChibiAngel: HM.
J4deninj44: *like cloth falling from a statue the cat is now a woman, eyeing Helena*
Lithaladhwen: (Yay for a STR of 12 on a girl.)
J4deninj44: *blink*
Lithaladhwen: .....You speak?
T3chn0Namagomi: o.o
TheWaiChibiAngel: Holy crap, she's a shiftshaper!
T3chn0Namagomi: *looks at the woman*
TheWaiChibiAngel: Those things are so cool!
Lithaladhwen: Explain yourself.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Tareen would say that.
TheWaiChibiAngel: I wish I could do that. ._.
Lithaladhwen: *eyeroll* Tareen. You can. You should go practice.
Lithaladhwen: Right now.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Oh yeah, I forgot.
J4deninj44: I think... *Her skin is the color of wood and her eyes a light green* That you are require explanation...
PapatymisonN: I think not, "cat". e_e
Lithaladhwen: I think that I was minding my own business.
T3chn0Namagomi: *looks at the cat-turned-woman* Who are you, anyway?
J4deninj44: *Her hair is shoulder length and wheat colored, runs adorn her legs and arms* That's not what I meant... *looks at Zeirun* I am myself, limited to that as I am.
Lithaladhwen: You are speaking in riddles is what you are.
T3chn0Namagomi: I see. o.o
J4deninj44: He asked who I am and I am myself. *nods, her multiple earrings jingling lightly*
TheWaiChibiAngel: Man.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Shapeshifters are crazy. o_o
Lithaladhwen: What is your name and why were you climbing on me?
PapatymisonN: And don't touch my violin. e_e
TheWaiChibiAngel: You're what?
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Er, your.)
J4deninj44: My name, as people like to call me, is Sing-Song but that is becuase people can not prounce Xin'ng Saan'ng. I climbed on you to look into your third eye.
Lithaladhwen: You leave all of my eyes alone.
T3chn0Namagomi: I see. o.o
PapatymisonN: And all of my violin alone. e_e
Lithaladhwen: None of them are your business.
J4deninj44: *looks at Alex* You play well but you lack emotion...
T3chn0Namagomi: *smirks*
PapatymisonN: I'll see what I can do about that, thank you.
PapatymisonN: e_E
PapatymisonN: *e_e
J4deninj44: *looks at Helena* You're disconcerting to me.
Lithaladhwen: I don't think you're one to talk.
Lithaladhwen: Your manners are at least as disconcerting as anything about my... essential nature.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Oh, gods. Can she tell?
Lithaladhwen: This is not the place to discuss such things.
J4deninj44: I think I will puzzled over you for some time. You may puzzle over me but until you can hear the wind you will not understand me.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...
TheWaiChibiAngel: YOU MAKE NO SENSE, LADY!
PapatymisonN: (Resh: I didn't send her, I SWEAR.)
Lithaladhwen: Thank you Tareen.
PapatymisonN: On that we're of one mind...
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Thumbs-up!*
T3chn0Namagomi: So...I have to ask, uh...Xin'ng *having a little bit of difficulty with the name* why're you here? Are you a cadet?
Lithaladhwen: IM: She can't possibly know. I thought that I was just... in a human body. Did they miss something?
J4deninj44: Cadet? No. I'm a graduate student.
T3chn0Namagomi: Ah! Sorry I asked. ^^;
J4deninj44: No one should regret a question.
PapatymisonN: ... *digs in his pocket*
PapatymisonN: *produces two sticks of gum and hands them to Tareen* Here.
T3chn0Namagomi: (Stupid question. Are her looks average or above?)
PapatymisonN: Chew them and use them to plug your ears. I need to practice in PEACE.
Lithaladhwen: (Oh, man. Another target for Zeiren approaches.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...
TheWaiChibiAngel: You're crazy, too!
TheWaiChibiAngel: Everyone's crazy but me!
J4deninj44: ... *She's wearing a long skirt/loincloth, her legs visible when she moves. She looks a little feral, she has freckles though, dark brown flecks*
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...And them. *Indicates her teammates*
PapatymisonN: ... *facepalm*
Lithaladhwen: Thanks. Glad to know I'm not crazy.
J4deninj44: (She could be considered average but physically she's above average. She just looks exotic like a native American.)
Lithaladhwen: I just frighten shapeshifting students.
Lithaladhwen: *eyeroll*
T3chn0Namagomi: And by the way, your look matches your name quite well. Very beautiful, if I must say so myself. ^.^
TheWaiChibiAngel: You don't scare me. o_o
J4deninj44: *laughs, a light noise like a reed flute* I'm not frightened. I'm... put on the wind by you.
Lithaladhwen: On the wind?
Lithaladhwen: Do I freak you out or don't I?
T3chn0Namagomi: ^.^ Forgive me for not introducing myself earlier. I'm Zeiren Aslan. *bishounen grin*
J4deninj44: *looks at Zeirun and bows a little at his compliment before regarding Hel* I am like a leaf suddenly put on the wind by your presence. I am going where you lead me.
PapatymisonN: ... *snickers at him a bit, and gives attention to taking out and polishing his violin VERY CAREFULLY*
Lithaladhwen: That's very nice, miss. *smirks at Zeiren* At any rate, I think you'll get along better with Zeiren. He's.... harmless. As men go.
PapatymisonN: (I'm a leaf on the wind, watch me *GIANT SPIKE*)
J4deninj44: Harmless?
TheWaiChibiAngel: He's just weird. o_o
T3chn0Namagomi: o.o Harmless?
TheWaiChibiAngel: ..Why is everyone weird but me?
PapatymisonN: Because weirdness is relative?
J4deninj44: Harmless. *nods and regards Tareen* Wierd?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Weird.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Crazy. o_o
TheWaiChibiAngel: Crazynuts.
Lithaladhwen: *to Tareen* They're young. Give them time.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...I could go for some peanuts.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...But I can't eat peanuts!
TheWaiChibiAngel: Oh, right.
Lithaladhwen: Do you want me to cast more magic on you?
T3chn0Namagomi: Oh, by the way, what division did you graduate as part of?
TheWaiChibiAngel: No, thanks.
Lithaladhwen: All right.
Lithaladhwen: IM: I'm interested in her reactions to my magic. Namely the... taste... as she called it.
J4deninj44 has left the room.
Orewadare has entered the room.
Orewadare: (Division? MechTekMage you mean?)
T3chn0Namagomi: (Yep)
Orewadare: Mage.
T3chn0Namagomi: Ah. I'm a Tek, myself. ^^
Orewadare: I'm interested. Who is your spirit guide?
PapatymisonN: IM: Money.
Lithaladhwen: IM: It's good to see that there are more mages around.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Even if they are... oddly intrusive.
Orewadare: (Money: Who's your, Daddy?)
T3chn0Namagomi: Spirit gui--oh! You mean the symbiote? She identifies herself as Nanashii.
TheWaiChibiAngel: She's really unique! He enters her from behind. *Sage nod*
Lithaladhwen: *covers her mouth with one hand and laughs*
TheWaiChibiAngel: (If anyone disagrees I had to do that...)
Lithaladhwen: Thank you, Tareen.
Orewadare: *repeats the name a few times to commit it to memory* From behind?
T3chn0Namagomi: ...She's talking about the alternate entry configuration to the A2.
PapatymisonN: ... bizarre...
T3chn0Namagomi: Hatch isn't in the front or on top.
T3chn0Namagomi: It's in the back of the torso.
Orewadare: Oh... I'm not familiar with those kind of machines...
Orewadare: Drop by and I'll give her a mandala. However, I'll make you earn it.
T3chn0Namagomi: Ohh? o.o *curious look*
TheWaiChibiAngel: ..Mandala?
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Isn't that some sort of fruit?
Lithaladhwen: I am... glad that someone else around here is not familiar with them.
Orewadare: I can't give you enhancements for free since it will give you an unfair advantage. However, for my research and for your temporary enjoyment, I will place a mandala on you Spirit guide for training.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...No, I was thinking of a banana.
T3chn0Namagomi: I see. o.o
Orewadare: Mandala....Um...*points do the runes on her arms, they glow a light, shimmering green as she passes her fingers over over then* It's composed of these kinds of symbols. Tribal magic is rarer these days but it's gaining popularity.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Well, nobodies allowed to touch their stuff except me! ...And the people who work with me!
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...And you're weird.
Lithaladhwen: *watches with an appraising eye to Ye Olde Astral plane*
TheWaiChibiAngel: You're gonna make it explode.
T3chn0Namagomi: <_< I really doubt that, Tareen.
T3chn0Namagomi: And...hm. Very interesting. o.o
Orewadare: That's why I'm researching it's effectiveness in battle.
Lithaladhwen: I would certainly be interested in your findings, should they ever be available to others.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Ahem*
Lithaladhwen: I was something of a researcher in my day.
Orewadare: *looks at Tareen* Mm?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Remember when you cried about your thingy not going off and you almost got blown up? *To Makura, very flatly. ...Wow, is that a touch of malice/*
T3chn0Namagomi: Uh, not crying.
Lithaladhwen: (Makura?)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (I blame your IM.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Yes I do, tes I do.)
Lithaladhwen: (Sorry. It was a little distracting.)
T3chn0Namagomi: And I distinctly remember you sitting on top of the very enemy I was trying to kill before it did blow me up.
TheWaiChibiAngel: I also stopped it from blowing you up. e_e
Lithaladhwen: We will not fight about this.
Lithaladhwen: It didn't kill any of us, and we ended up with valuable information.
T3chn0Namagomi: Next time, give me advance warning. More than "don't blow it up," okay?
Lithaladhwen: If anyone doubts that, I'll send the pilot to your dorm room tonight while you sleep.
Orewadare: I'll send you a copy, Rei T'halaan. I have some studies already finished. *tilts her head at Helena* I should know you by your calling name.
T3chn0Namagomi: o.o
Lithaladhwen: Most people call me Helena or Hel. That not enough?
Lithaladhwen: (Hel: *sics ghosts on everybody*)
Orewadare: It's enough. Helen... Helen... Hel.. Yes.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Well, I'm not fixing your crap anymore if you're just letting anyone mess with it and screw it up in the first place!
Lithaladhwen: Did you want to call me something else?
T3chn0Namagomi: <_< There IS the rest of the techie team, you know.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Just call me "freaky agent of death" and get it over with, by this point. *inward sigh*
TheWaiChibiAngel: They're not as good as I am. I'm totally awesome. They're "Meh". e_e
Orewadare: ...*Leans into Helen and whispers in her ear* Rei T'Halaan (Ray ta HA Lawn).... Death Without Blood.
Lithaladhwen: *stiffens*
T3chn0Namagomi: Plus, I think she has an idea of what she's doing.
TheWaiChibiAngel: I don't like it. SPIES!
Lithaladhwen: *low voice* That isn't... entirely accurate.
Lithaladhwen: *still quiet* I assure you that I... have blood.
Orewadare: *rests a hand on her shoulder gently, still whispering.* Either way you are a Trail Ender.... Seir Halaan. I will wonder at this..
PapatymisonN: *begins tuning his violin... not that pleasant, but necessary*
Lithaladhwen: ....*with a trace of bitterness* I'm a human. No more and no less.
Lithaladhwen: *shrugs off the hand*
Lithaladhwen: This discussion is over. My name is Helena.
Orewadare: It is what you will be called by this one.
Deus Fio has left the room.
Deus Fio has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: (Well that was creepy!)
Orewadare: Though a leaf is a leaf, it never has to remain green, Hel En.
Lithaladhwen: *curtly* Just Hel is fine.
Lithaladhwen: (Amanda wins for freaking out the agent of DEATH.)
Orewadare: *nod* Hel....Hel.... Shouldn't you students be training?
Orewadare: (*two thumbs up* Hell yeah!)
T3chn0Namagomi: We're on break from active duty, so...
T3chn0Namagomi: I was going to teach Hel here how to use her next piece of equipment, so...^^;
Lithaladhwen: That's right. I'm to be issued a... motorcycle.
Orewadare: *sighs* Well, I must do research. I only came to listen to the music. Remember my proposal, Bright Eyes. *to Zeirun* I would like to try a new design as a matter of fact.
PapatymisonN: *plays a triumphantly on-key chord* Good.
Lithaladhwen: *snickers* IM: Bright eyes.
Lithaladhwen: IM: My name was horrifying, but it wasn't Bright Eyes.
T3chn0Namagomi: o.o;
T3chn0Namagomi: Well...see you later. *bish grin*
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...
TheWaiChibiAngel: *TURN*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *LEAVE!*
Orewadare: *looks at Alex* You must feel the soul of the music or you will never do that wooden earth singer justice.
Lithaladhwen: *goes with Zeiren*
Lithaladhwen: You don't know that woman. *statement, not question*
Deus Fio has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: Who are the other mages here? I need to get in touch with them.
Deus Fio has entered the room.
PapatymisonN: ... whatever. *puts it away*
T3chn0Namagomi: <_<; Err...well, lessee...*thinks*
Orewadare: My tail waves farewell for me. *bows then seems to shrink to the floor but becomes a lynx instead. It bounds out the door at top speed, though silently*
T3chn0Namagomi: *and as I don't feel like naming, I'll just say that Zeiren runs off a few names, which, aside from Cecil, all seem to be girls' names*
PapatymisonN: ... and the cat is FINALLY gone. e_e
Orewadare: (*Pees in your slippers!*)
Lithaladhwen: (Nama: Ha!)
Lithaladhwen: I see. Noted.
Deus Fio has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: I do have to warn you, I don't know how to operate machines like this one. I've never had the need.
T3chn0Namagomi: Right. So I guess I'll have you learn the basics.
Lithaladhwen: *nods*
T3chn0Namagomi: I've got one of my own, so...if we can find some open space devoid of any and all other vehicles, I think we won't have any trouble. ^.^
Lithaladhwen: Um. All right. You're certain I won't crash it? Motorcycle crashes are often fatal.
Lithaladhwen: Messy things.
Deus Fio has entered the room.
T3chn0Namagomi: ...This is why I'm going to teach you as much as I can without starting it up first.
Lithaladhwen: This is fair.
Lithaladhwen: (Her driving default is ten right now, for the record.)
Lithaladhwen: (In case we have to start rolling.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Those two are outside, I take it?)
Lithaladhwen: (Aye.)
T3chn0Namagomi: *leads her to where, well, where he'd guess her bike would be, or somesuch*
Lithaladhwen: *Yeah, it's somewhere. Nobody cares where yet.*
T3chn0Namagomi: *Err, I'm wondering if we should cut and fade. I personally don't know much about motorcycle driving*
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Hah, if only Tareen had an excuse. She could teach her, then.)
Lithaladhwen: *Yeah, that's fine. I'm not worried about it either.*
Lithaladhwen: (Tareen knows how to drive a motorcycle?)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (No, but I do. I'm saying if she had an excuse to know how.)
Lithaladhwen: (Ah.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Rather: I know, basically, what the stuff is.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Next door neighbor had one and I was a curious kid. I also have a mind like a steel trap about random, non important stuff!)
Lithaladhwen: (I enjoy seeing my characters get injured, so I'm hoping she crashes sometime.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (For instamce. Doug's mother's name is Bella.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (But it is not.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Not that you know, at least.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (At least, if I'm who you're referring to.)
Idran1701: (Wait, did Shini just refer to someone's mother without trying to make an insult?)
Lithaladhwen: (*toads rain from the sky*)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Also, Idran.)
Idran1701: (I'm getting punched, aren't I?)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Erin's third costume is likely going to be Metal Gear DuGalle.)
Idran1701: (!)
Lithaladhwen: *blahblah preliminary motorcycle lesson goes here, blahblah*
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Because I seem to have an odd afinity for killing as few enemies as possible in any plotted mission.)
Idran1701: (Heh. That's awesome.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (That, and love spawning on the football field, so on, so forth.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Er, blooming. Not spawning. Damned spawncampers.)
Lithaladhwen: *For the record, Zeiren has to explain EVERYTHING, from which dials tell what to what it means to have no fuel*
Idran1701: (Heh.)
Lithaladhwen: *Hel knows two things about technology: jack and shit, and she's still iffy on jack.*
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Oh! I'm also in a plot where the final mission is to assault a floating Longbow base.)
Idran1701: (!)
Idran1701: (Is Tareen in that plot? :D)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (No :-( )
TheWaiChibiAngel: (I can't play Tareen and Erin at the same time.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Besides, Tareen would break that mission hard. You can beat just about anything in it by giving it -Fly. Which is just about everything she's got.)
Idran1701: (Ah. Wasn't sure if you meant you were in it with Erin or not.)
Idran1701: (*nod*)
Idran1701: (:D)
Idran1701: (That's why I like the...why can I never remember their name. Sky Raiders?)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (That's who I'm working for. :D)
Idran1701: (Oh, that just makes it even more awesome. :D)
Idran1701: (ARE THEY GIVING YOU A JETPACK?)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Actually, YES.)
Lithaladhwen: (So, are we done or do people still want to RP?)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (The last mission is "Here, have ajetpack, go fuck up that base.)
Idran1701: (Oh, sorry. >_>)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (And Longbow just gave a great quote: "Erin DuGalle? You keep showing up like a bad penny. ...Only with super powers.")
BaronDeMalta has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: (Well, apparently not Daien. Nama? *pokepoke*)
Lithaladhwen: (Charles?)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Willing to bet we can get this going again when Priam gets home.)
Lithaladhwen: (Oooooh. Cool. I'll stick around.)
Lithaladhwen: (When do you expect him?)
Orewadare: (I must bed. Work tomorrow morning. *snarl*)
Lithaladhwen: (Thanks for playing Amanda! It was nice to RP with you again. Always a pleasure.)
Idran1701: (Indeed. Was entertaining from a lurker's perspective as well!)
Orewadare: (The very same to you!)
PapatymisonN: (Oh. Yeah. If things perk up, I'm in.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (By his own estimates, Priam should be home soon.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (He's picking up the first in our series of house guests.)
Lithaladhwen: (Keen. I'll hang around.)
Lithaladhwen: (Priam is fun.)
T3chn0Namagomi has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: (Well, that answers that, eh?)
T3chn0Namagomi has entered the room.
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Or does it?!)
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah. I think it does. He logged off. So....Nama is done for the evening, presumably.)
Idran1701: (He already came back in, Kai.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (He's already back in the room.)
Lithaladhwen: (What the shit is going on?)
T3chn0Namagomi: (Eh. I'm pretty done. Sorry to disappoint)
T3chn0Namagomi: (That was AIM doing that)
Lithaladhwen: (My life no longer makes sense. Or at least my eyes don't.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (My AIM apparently felt like pulling bullshit)
Lithaladhwen: (*farts in the general direction of Nama's AIM*)
T3chn0Namagomi: (Kai is french?)
PapatymisonN: (AOL was a hamster, and HTML smelled of elderberries!)
Lithaladhwen: (Kai is rude. That close enough to French?)
T3chn0Namagomi: (I guess.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (Anyway, going now. Bye.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Kai is Italian, which is like being French without the snails.)
PapatymisonN: (Bye.)
T3chn0Namagomi has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: (Shini knows things.)
AngeloState606 has entered the room.
AngeloState606 has left the room.
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Shini does indeed know things.
Lithaladhwen: (At least, he's got a decent handle on my ethnic heritage.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (You may as well carry a pickett sign with "Italian" written on it, and an arrow pointing down.)
Idran1701: (I had no idea, but then again, I don't know what would signify Italianness.)
Lithaladhwen: (Shini says this because I went to Priam's and made them linguine with clam sauce, getting all pissy because they didn't have wine for the sauce.)
Lithaladhwen: (And also the smarminess and sneakiness and general love of all things pasta.)
Idran1701: (Aha. To the linguine thing, at least. :O)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Not to mention throwing "A" to the end of things, and proclaiming "Mama mia!" constantly.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (And perhaps being a plumber.)
Idran1701: (That's italian?)
Idran1701: (I thought that was Portuguese.)
Lithaladhwen: (It's-a crucial to-a my people! Mamma mia, Idran! Don't be-a so bigoted!)
PapatymisonN: (*eats mushrooms, grows large*)
Idran1701: (Well, I've got to give something to Portugal. They haven't had anything since the days of exploration. :-( )
Lithaladhwen: (This is true.)
Idran1701: (I've even asked people!)
Lithaladhwen: (But they do have Vasquez.)
Lithaladhwen: (And I think that's something.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (It's a duck.)
Idran1701: (He.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (And, should I decide that Clockswarthy is real, he and Vasquez are gonna have to throw down.)
Lithaladhwen: (A duck... or a fiend?)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Or team up and conquer the universe.)
Idran1701: (Shini is entirely correct.)
Idran1701: (And I'd say duck. If he were a fiend, then the Ducks wouldn't frighten him so. :-( )
PapatymisonN: (... yee... The Ducks.)
PapatymisonN: (Seriously, they almost killed a PC of mine.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Griff is gonna look to have them removed. They're a danger to the public.)
Idran1701: (What little fighting moves Vasquez knows were learned by observing them at a safe distance in secret. :O)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (I don't think it'll work, though.)
Lithaladhwen: (Myrnal had to save Molokidan from them once. It was her first chat RP, and she was fending off ducks.)
Lithaladhwen: (Yadali loves them, though.)
Idran1701: (They helped Vasquez beat Erech! Though it was mostly Vasquez.)
PapatymisonN: (Blades Bill almost got eaten cuz Annie Rose KILLED one of them!)
Lithaladhwen: (That should have been his first warning.)
Lithaladhwen: (Girl's trouble.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Erech's a cripple, Idran. :-( )
PapatymisonN: (Good point.)
Lithaladhwen: (He has a better chance at a normal relationship with Shakti, and that is what we call in the biz.... sad.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (He's like Dr. House, with less Dr and more Rapier.)
Idran1701: (He wasn't back then, Shini.)
Deus Fio has left the room.
PapatymisonN: (House is an awesome show.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Idran, recall the Luchador-I mean, Nebula council soldiers?*
Idran1701: (Yes! Kind of!)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Erin is disguised as one!)
Idran1701: (!!)
Lithaladhwen: (Damn it all, I am on vacation and I am not going to bed at midnight!)
Idran1701: (I am in school and I usually don't! :D)
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah, same. We have a few days of break, and I flatly refuse to go to bed at my usual time.)
Lithaladhwen: (Oh! I have a plan.)
Idran1701: (I've been trying for 3 PM myself most of the time. :D)
Lithaladhwen: (*puts on Rocky Horror Picture Show*)
PapatymisonN: (... that's an ESCAPE plan!)
Lithaladhwen: (Yes, well. I need to see some blue skies through the sleep... in my eyes. Because I realized. I'm on fucking vacation.)
Idran1701: (I have actually never seen that.)
PapatymisonN: (... lucky.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Me neither. And I intend to keep it that way.)
Lithaladhwen: (I love it to pieces, but I have to watch it when Brian isn't home.)
Lithaladhwen: (His thoughts are too relentlessly-organized, and this movie hurts him.)
Idran1701: (I know my sister's a big fan of it.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (I know my back hurts like a whore!@)
Idran1701: (Whores hurt?)
Lithaladhwen: (*pays your back lots of money so it'll start making you feel better*)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (I need to get Neb to stand on it or something to crack it back into place.)
Idran1701: (Really? That works?)
Lithaladhwen: (She's little. It sure does.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Direct, downward pressure.)
Lithaladhwen: (My dad had me do that all the time.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Yep. My dad suggested it, and he fixes backs for a living. :-( )
Idran1701: (Huh.)
Lithaladhwen: (Tiny people are useful.)
Lithaladhwen: (Not just you gargantuan freaks.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Yeah. Tiny people's use is to be thrown.)
Lithaladhwen: (As evidenced by regular convention-time contests over who gets to toss Brian.)
Lithaladhwen: (Except last time we were there you fell down the stairs.)
Idran1701: (I need to make it to another one of those at some point. :-( )
TheWaiChibiAngel: (BW knocked me the fuck down the stairs. :-( )
Lithaladhwen: (Hee.)
Lithaladhwen: (Brian is, sadly, not as assertive about his desire not to be thrown as I am. Hell, I pick him up all the time.)
Lithaladhwen: (Almost daily.)
Idran1701: (But do you throw him?)
Lithaladhwen: (No.)
Idran1701: (Never?)
Lithaladhwen: (Because I'd inflict violence on anyone who threw me, I generally don't do it to anyone else.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Oh no, my knees :-( )
Lithaladhwen: (Think slightly higher. =D )
CGNakibe has entered the room.
Idran1701: (Hey Shaun. :O)
CGNakibe: (Yo. I missed a lot, I'm sure.)
Lithaladhwen: (Shaun!)
Lithaladhwen: (Holy crap!)
Lithaladhwen: (brb time warp)
CGNakibe: (Move left! LEEEEFT!)
CGNakibe: (Dirk: *stands there and gets eaten by the dragon. Again.*)
Lithaladhwen: (Say. One of you guys know how to Madison?)
Idran1701: (The city?)
Lithaladhwen: (I think we all know that Zea and Dr. Frank Furter would get along famously.)
Besyanteo has entered the room.
Besyanteo: (*chews a random chatter's eat*)
Lithaladhwen: (Do you have any tattoos, Bes?)
Besyanteo: (Ear* and no.)
Lithaladhwen: (Hrm. Idran. *grin* How 'bout you?)
Idran1701: (Nope.)
Besyanteo: (We're nerds. Tattooes? Ha.)
Idran1701: (Why do you ask, Kai? :O)
Lithaladhwen: (Because I'm watching RHPS and Frank asks the protagonists.)
Idran1701: (Ah.)
Lithaladhwen: (He asks Brad, and then Janet.)
PapatymisonN: (I want a Celtic cross on my right shoulder someday.)
Lithaladhwen: (...I could brand you.)
Lithaladhwen: (Want me to?)
PapatymisonN: (No thanks. I'll get someone who's paid to do it.)
Idran1701: (...Ow.)
Lithaladhwen: (Tattoos are for pansies. Branding is in.)
CGNakibe: (She said brand, man. Its the New Thing)
PapatymisonN: (Call me oldfashioned.)
Idran1701: (You're oldfashioned.)
Lithaladhwen: (Brands are the new tattoos.)
Besyanteo: (You're old fashioned.)
Lithaladhwen: (You're oldfashioned.)
PapatymisonN: (...)
Besyanteo: (=D)
PapatymisonN: (Well, consarnit.)
CGNakibe: (You DID ask.)
Idran1701: (Technically he didn't. :D)
Besyanteo: (Also, once this gets going: )
CGNakibe: (Perversion of his meaning doesn't count, Idran? >:{)
Besyanteo: (My computer's been freezing anf forcing me to restart it all day. If I go IC, expect that.)
Idran1701: (Unfortunately, Shaun, perversion rarely counts.)
Besyanteo: 9
Besyanteo: (Damn enter key.)
Besyanteo: (Also: )
Besyanteo: (*Gropes the english language.*)
CGNakibe: (Eheehehehe.)
PapatymisonN: (Wowsers. This is cool.)
Idran1701: (Ah, it's used to it.)
PapatymisonN: (late nite stuff rocks. ^_^_
Idran1701: (You should see what Gaelic did to it.)
PapatymisonN: (... and that just looks weird, that smily...)
Lithaladhwen: (Someone should bring back the RPGWW musical thread. We resurrected the Interviews with Timmy, didn't we?)
Besyanteo: (That's what happens when you pierce your cheek.)
Besyanteo: (And it won't be me. My contribution to that was pathetic.)
PapatymisonN: (I speak of the crazy ass ^ things.)
Lithaladhwen: ( http://p068.ezboard.com/frpgww60462frm14.showMessage?topicID=132.topic )
Idran1701: (I'm afraid I'd have to sit that out too. No good with anything like that. :-( )
Lithaladhwen: (The first one is great.)
Idran1701: (Don't even have a theme for any of my chars.)
Lithaladhwen: (I don't either. I have playlists for most of them, though.)
Besyanteo: (Lys was always good with expression and timing, yes.)
Idran1701: (Not even that much, I'm afraid. I've never heard a song that reminded me of a character from something unrelated to the song. :-( )
CGNakibe: (Dance!)
Lithaladhwen: (Whoo!)
Besyanteo: (Ho hum.)
CGNakibe: (*beep* DESTROY? *beep*)
Lithaladhwen: (Wow. I'm reading the "Summer Lovin'" song in that thread. I don't think I'd ever noticed it before.)
Lithaladhwen: (I think I'm going to piss myself laughing.)
Besyanteo: (Eh. This is going to start too late for me as it is. I need to sleep. Night folks.)
OMG Priam has entered the room.
Besyanteo has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: (Night, Bes. Sorry we couldn't get started earli---he left.)
Lithaladhwen: (Hey Priam.)
OMG Priam: (Hello)
Lithaladhwen: (So. You in for MAC CIRP things?)
OMG Priam: (Looks like!)
Lithaladhwen: (You have your character put together?)
Lithaladhwen: (And, more to the point, how many people do we have that actually still want to RP?)
OMG Priam: (Statwise? Yeah, he's generated.)
Idran1701: (I'm still wanting to lurk, if that matters. :D)
Lithaladhwen: (Idran, you're still in here? *laughs*)
Lithaladhwen: (Priam: You okay for to play and suchforth?)
OMG Priam: (*nod*)
Lithaladhwen: (For the benefit of our Priam: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/39160187/ )
Lithaladhwen: (Mid-thirties, absurdly long braid of blue hair. Covers it for now.)
Lithaladhwen: (So we have two RPers. Charles? Shaun?)
PapatymisonN: (Yo.)
CGNakibe: (Mew. Not sure I can do much of the RP thing now.)
Lithaladhwen: ('kay. Sorry we got a late second start. See you another night!)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Hmph!)
Lithaladhwen: (So, Shini, Priam, Charles, and me. Sound good?)
OMG Priam: (*thumbsup*)
Lithaladhwen: (It is imperative that you keep me awake. Or I'll have to watch Rocky Horror again.)
OMG Priam: (Red Bull gives you extra anatomy pieces!)
PapatymisonN: (Or something... >.>)
Lithaladhwen: (So, shall I set us up? Someplace easy like the cafeteria?)
OMG Priam: (Sounds good to me)
PapatymisonN: (Yes.)
Lithaladhwen: *After her motorcycle lesson is done for the day, Helena abandons Zeiren to the arcade and heads to the cafeteria to sit around in general. The last time she was around people, this is what bars were for, but this is a school.*
Lithaladhwen: *So, she has to settle for the next best generic public food-place.*
Lithaladhwen: *She's sitting with a can of some soft drink in front of her, unopened. She fusses with it a bit and gives up, moving on to a bowl of chicken alfredo.*
PapatymisonN: *she'll notice that Alexander guy, eating food that's not on the menu on some DAMN fine china...*
Lithaladhwen: ¬_¬
Lithaladhwen: IM: It's the Domanada.
Lithaladhwen: *picks up her bowl and her sodacan and heads over* Hey.
PapatymisonN: *eyes go up*
PapatymisonN: Oh, hello, uhmm... sorry, I think I missed your name...
Lithaladhwen: Helena Mazuo. Hel's fine.
OMG Priam: *There's a younger guy over on the other side, too. Not close to anyone in particular. A younger serviceman, who appears to be watching them in between bites.*
PapatymisonN: Hel. Fierce name...
Lithaladhwen: ....It's my middle name.
PapatymisonN: *checks the rank badge...*
PapatymisonN: It's acceptable. ... would you like something?
PapatymisonN: *snaps his finger* Pierre!
Lithaladhwen: (Her unit is delta, her rank badge... is different from his. Special ops.)
Lithaladhwen: I've got food. Can you open this?
PapatymisonN: *an usagijin in a drab suit comes forth* Yes, sir?
Lithaladhwen: *holds out the can*
Lithaladhwen: I know there's a drink inside. I just can't get it.
PapatymisonN: ... *points, and Pierre opens the can for her*
Lithaladhwen: ...
OMG Priam: *is he scowling? Yeah, probably.*
Lithaladhwen: Uh...thank you. Pierre.
PapatymisonN: Pierre: Of course, milady. Is there anything I can get for you? I can produce any food you desire...
Lithaladhwen: ....No. I'm good. Thank you.
PapatymisonN: *bows, and shuffles away till he's needed*
PapatymisonN: Lifesaver, that Pierre...
TheWaiChibiAngel: *And look who's marching on in! ..Not that you'd know it's her, seeing as how she's switched to random person 941822.*
Lithaladhwen: ...Well. Never thought anyone would call me milady ever again. *sighs*
Lithaladhwen: (A different random person!)
Lithaladhwen: (Until she starts screaming.)
PapatymisonN: Well, someone in special ops SHOULD be called milady, at every opportunity.
Lithaladhwen: ...It's just a technicality.
Lithaladhwen: They don't know where else to put me.
PapatymisonN: Obviously they want to put you someplace good...
Lithaladhwen: IM: Whoever "they" might be. Come to think of it, does that mean people here know about me?
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...What am I even doing here!?
PapatymisonN: >.>
TheWaiChibiAngel: Your mouthfood is disgusting!
OMG Priam: >_>
Lithaladhwen: Eh. They need me for something very specific. A very... peculiar form of reconnaissance.
Lithaladhwen: *looks up* Mouthfood?
PapatymisonN: Oh really?
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Except for pudding.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Pudding's great!
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...*Snort* Pudding.
Lithaladhwen: That sounds like a Tareen word. And...yup. Pudding.
Lithaladhwen: *waves to Tareen*
Lithaladhwen: (I'm rewinding Rocky Horror and playing it again.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Oh, hi, Helena.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Are you following me?
Lithaladhwen: No.
Lithaladhwen: I'm eating.
PapatymisonN: ... oh, the one who thought my violin was horrid noise? e_e
TheWaiChibiAngel: Oh.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...It is horrid noise, though. o_o
TheWaiChibiAngel: It hurts my head and makes me twitch.
Lithaladhwen: It's Tareen. Don't think too hard about it. She means well.
PapatymisonN: ... I'm sure...
PapatymisonN: So! Tek? Mage?
PapatymisonN: (A thought. colourcoding the ranks so you can tell right off what vein they're in?)
Lithaladhwen: (I don't know. Take it up with the boy.)
Lithaladhwen: Mage.
Lithaladhwen: Like I said, I... do field research.
PapatymisonN: (I shall. I'm also gonna do up your Special Ops badge.)
PapatymisonN: (Unless you had something in mind...)
PapatymisonN: On?
Lithaladhwen: (I did. In fact, I described it earlier and it shows up very very small in that image I drew on the Buca di Beppo menu.)
Lithaladhwen: I mentioned I talk to ghosts.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Goes around, begining to ask random people to "Give to her your pudding"*
OMG Priam: .......
OMG Priam: What makes you think I would do that?
OMG Priam: *to Tareen*
PapatymisonN: ... right.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ....Please?
PapatymisonN: Wasn't sure if you were joking.
OMG Priam: Please doesn't work here.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Thank you?
Lithaladhwen: I'm not.
OMG Priam: You're welcome. *goes back to eating.*
Lithaladhwen: It's hard to believe you can't. *glances at something over his shoulder*
PapatymisonN: *looks over his shoulder as well*
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...
OMG Priam: *stops again.* Why are you still here?
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Just...Stands there.*
Lithaladhwen: *there's nothing there*
OMG Priam: If you want some goddamned pudding you can get it yourself. Just like everyone else.
Lithaladhwen: (And, because there was some question... this is the image on Hel's rank badge:)
TheWaiChibiAngel: They won't let me.
Lithaladhwen: ( http://www.unc.edu/~ltolles/illuminati/eye.jpg )
Lithaladhwen: (Sorry about the smiley.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: There's a big sign, "Don't feed the Tareens".
PapatymisonN: (*has an idea*)
OMG Priam: Well, I guess you don't get any pudding then, do you?
Lithaladhwen: *sighs and turns* Tareen?
Lithaladhwen: Are you bugging him?
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...No, I'm not bugging anybody.
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Oh god. Hel'
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Hel's on the track to becoming Neb 5.2.)
OMG Priam: *grits his teeth*
Lithaladhwen: *dubious look to the fella being harassed*
Idran1701: (Heh. :D)
Lithaladhwen: (Shini: Clarify.)
PapatymisonN: ... oh brother. Pierre!
PapatymisonN: *Pierre comes forth*
PapatymisonN: Give the girl as much pudding as she desires.
Lithaladhwen: Thank you, Alexander.
PapatymisonN: *Pierre nods, and approaches Tareen*
Lithaladhwen: Though I don't know what she'll do with it.
PapatymisonN: ... anything to stop the madness...
OMG Priam: !!
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Looks at Universal Butler*
PapatymisonN: Pierre: Flavour, quantity, and serving vessel, madam?
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...*Thinks*
OMG Priam: *if glares could burn, then Tareen would be moderately uncomforable in the back of the head-analogue.*
TheWaiChibiAngel: Now, what did Spob say...?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Oh, right.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Turns back, and points in a "My other ride is your mom" way.* Surprise me!
Lithaladhwen: (Ha.)
PapatymisonN: Pierre: Very well, madam. Please sit, and I shall conjure the meal for you.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Sits next to McGlare*
OMG Priam: *The glare drifts to Pierre, and then to Pierre's commander.*
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...>_> Oh! Hi. I'm Tareen!
PapatymisonN: *both are unphased*
TheWaiChibiAngel: Your face'll get stuck like that if you keep doing it.
Lithaladhwen: ....You don't have a problem with me? I'm hurt. I feel left out.
TheWaiChibiAngel: I knew a guy, once, he had a bunch of people working for him that made him look like that, and he never stopped.
TheWaiChibiAngel: I'm pretty sure he was glaring at his funeral.
PapatymisonN: *and, before Tareen sits a large gilded bowl of chocolate pudding, with gummi dragons decorating the top*
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...What.
PapatymisonN: *a big spoon sits on the side of the the bowl* Enjoy, madam.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Thanks!
OMG Priam: *stands up, and goes to put his dishes in the cleaning-of-dishes place. But not before snapping his fingers, and freezing the pudding solid.*
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...*Blink*
Lithaladhwen: ....Hey! You know how long she's been rambling about pudding?
Lithaladhwen: That's kind of rude.
PapatymisonN: *nods, and goes off*
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...That was my pudding.
PapatymisonN: Pierre: Sir?
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Stands* That was my pudding!
OMG Priam: It still is. *how did he make that sound insulting?*
PapatymisonN: *Alex nods, and Pierre unfreezes it again*
Lithaladhwen: Tareen? May I?
TheWaiChibiAngel: I beat your grandpa up, and I'll beat YOU up, too!
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Unless she wants to.
PapatymisonN: *he even charms it to not be re-frozen*
Lithaladhwen: IM: I am intensely amused at my desire to avenge my comrade's pudding.
Lithaladhwen: (Now I have to open guru.)
Lithaladhwen: I think that you are seriously lacking in manners, young man.
OMG Priam: *is still walking away!*
Lithaladhwen: *follows him and lays a hand on his shoulder*
OMG Priam: We should be talking about mann--*spins, bats her arm off his shoulder. Fighting stance.*
OMG Priam: Do not. Touch. Me. Ever.
PapatymisonN: Oh my...
Lithaladhwen: *little half smile* What are you going to do? Hurt me?
Lithaladhwen: Kill me?
Lithaladhwen: You don't have what it takes to kill me.
OMG Priam: That depends. What are you going to do?
Lithaladhwen: I'm not going to cut your throat over pudding, I can tell you that. But someday you're going to upset someone with much less patience for your childish antics than I have.
Lithaladhwen: I've seen a hundred people like you die just that way. Careful.
Lithaladhwen: I'd hate to lose a soldier....over pudding.
TheWaiChibiAngel: MY pudding!
OMG Priam: Childish antics? Who's the one giving the little retarded kid just what it wants for no reason?
OnlineHost: Lithaladhwen rolled 3 6-sided dice: 1 3 6
PapatymisonN: ... *stands himself*
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Retarded?
Lithaladhwen: (10<16. Intimidation skill is nice.)
Lithaladhwen: She's not a kid. She's older than you or even me.
Lithaladhwen: And if she wants pudding, you have no right to question her.
Lithaladhwen: Maybe she likes it.
Lithaladhwen: Maybe she was... just curious. You ever get curious, kid?
Lithaladhwen: IM: I'm curious what he'd look like with chlorophyll in his veins.
TheWaiChibiAngel: (...Oh god. If it were anyone byt Kai and Priam, that would have counted as a come-on.)
OMG Priam: ....
OMG Priam: *in an ironic twist, this dude is about 17!*
Lithaladhwen: ( ^_^ )
Lithaladhwen: (In an ironic twist, Hel is roughly 1770 years old.)
OMG Priam: I get curious about how you can have been through boot camp and still think like that.
Lithaladhwen: (We're going to fight over pudding. We're ALL CRAZY.)
Lithaladhwen: I went through different boot camp than you did.
Lithaladhwen: I promise.
OMG Priam: That much is evident.
Lithaladhwen: *grins*
Lithaladhwen: You'll see someday. My boot camp.
OMG Priam: Don't patronize me.
Lithaladhwen: I'm not. I'm being honest. You can consider it a promise.
PapatymisonN: (Oh, I just KNOW he'll be going to Complaints...)
TheWaiChibiAngel: Don't freeze my pudding, Jerky McJerk..Jerkington.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Jerksworthy.
Lithaladhwen: *snickers at Tareen*
PapatymisonN: ("Excuse me. One of your reapers was VERY VERY rude with me...")
Lithaladhwen: (And...the Time Warp is on again!)
OMG Priam: *looks at Tareen. Then back to Hel. That look that says "See?!"*
Lithaladhwen: I don't doubt that she's...erratic at times.
Lithaladhwen: But she didn't touch your food. You're the one who ruined hers.
OMG Priam: Does that pudding look ruined?
Lithaladhwen: She couldn't eat it that way. It's thawed now, yes.
Lithaladhwen: But all I'm doing is asking you to show a little more consideration for my teammate.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Yeah! I'm her favorite mechanic!
OMG Priam: And I'll ask you to have your teammate show me a little consideration. Maybe she can earn something for once instead of getting handouts.
Lithaladhwen: You can ask her that, and you'd be right to do so instead of resorting to magic.
Lithaladhwen: You're not the only one here who could, should it come to that.
Lithaladhwen: But some of us... have more restraint.
Lithaladhwen: (I repeat. OVER PUDDING. We are INSANE. )
OMG Priam: (=D)
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Is Jerkmode still in fighting stance?*
OMG Priam: *he's backed up and relaxed a little, but he's still not at attention, as it were.*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Was I this impulsive as a teenager?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Hey, you wanna hit something?
Lithaladhwen: IM: I.... I can't remember...
OMG Priam: .....you are all crazy.
TheWaiChibiAngel: No, I'm just more chaotic than anything, ever!
OMG Priam: *mutters* Just what we need in a military force these days.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...I'm the best mechanic here, though. ._.
PapatymisonN: I'd think so.
OMG Priam: .......
PapatymisonN: Crazy means unpredictable.
PapatymisonN: And unpredictability USUALLY works in our favour.
Lithaladhwen: Tareen here gave me an opportunity to pull the symbiote out of a mech. I'd say I owe her one bowl of pudding for that.
Lithaladhwen: I wouldn't call me...crazy... for that.
Lithaladhwen: There are better reasons, and you don't know the half of it.
TheWaiChibiAngel: I stopped a mech completely without damaging it. ._.
OMG Priam: <_<
Lithaladhwen: I don't want to fight you, because neither of us wants to kill the other in a cafeteria. It would be a fight without a winner.
Lithaladhwen: I just... am standing up for a teammate.
CGNakibe: (mmm. Pudding.)
OMG Priam: *sighs irritatedly, and drops to a relaxed stance, and just turns to walk away. Snaps his fingers in the air as he leaves.*
Lithaladhwen: *restrains a laugh*
Lithaladhwen: *covers her mouth with her hands*
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Is that a magical sort of snap? :O)
OMG Priam: (If Tareen can tell these things, then no. BUT ONE CAN WONDER)
Lithaladhwen: Oh, Tareen. I shouldn't have had so much fun doing that. I haven't argued with anybody in so long.
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Not so much tell as taste.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: ..Um...Glad I could help? o_o;
Lithaladhwen: (Hel can tell. Hey, that rhymes! Hel can tell. The paint is peeling on the ceiling.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: I'm going to go to my room and write bad poetry. And wear lots of black. And listen to awful music.
Lithaladhwen: ....Why?
TheWaiChibiAngel: I thought that's what people do when mean people yell at them?
Lithaladhwen: No. It's... not necessary. Or at least, I don't feel like I need to do it.
Lithaladhwen: IM: I've worn a lot of black in my day anyway. Green is a nice break.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Oh.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Well, I'ma go look at that thing anyway.
TheWaiChibiAngel: You know, the thing?
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...That we got?
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Yeah.
Lithaladhwen: The thing that we got. Oh, right.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Grabs pudding and MAKES OFF LIKE A BANDIT*
Lithaladhwen: I have to do a demonstration later. I hope she doesn't.... well, I shouldn't worry.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Or something. Shit, I dunno, I gotta go get Neb.*
Lithaladhwen: She won't damage it. Not the part I need.
Lithaladhwen: (Go forth!)
PapatymisonN: ... she's quite mad.
PapatymisonN: I hope it comes in handy.
Lithaladhwen: Madness and genius, Alexander.
Lithaladhwen: *sighs* I really did owe her a favor anyway.
Lithaladhwen: I feel better now.
Lithaladhwen: Yelled at some boy over pudding.
PapatymisonN: Good.
PapatymisonN: ... bored?
Lithaladhwen: *heads back to her seat and grabs her soda* Yeah. A bit.
Lithaladhwen: I'm waiting for my requests to go through.
PapatymisonN: Requests?
Lithaladhwen: I had to put in for a whole pile of things. I need mages to help me enchant my weapon, and possibly others. I need a timeframe for my demonstration, I need... to go clothes-shopping.
Lithaladhwen: Tedious things.
PapatymisonN: ... clothes-shopping, hmm?
PapatymisonN: I'll get you a few things, if you like.
Lithaladhwen: *sigh* I'll get around to it eventually. I don't need you buying the clothes I'm looking for.
PapatymisonN: I could use a trip to the mall anyways. What's the harm?
Lithaladhwen: I... really...
Lithaladhwen: IM: I don't have any money. I know for damned sure that people still exchange money here.
Lithaladhwen: I'd need to bring a female.
PapatymisonN: We can pick up my maid.
Lithaladhwen: A female I know.
Lithaladhwen: Why do you have a maid?
PapatymisonN: *looks to Pierre* Do you think he hangs around me because of my charm?
PapatymisonN: My family's QUITE well off.
Lithaladhwen: ....Uh huh.
Lithaladhwen: So the Domanadas still have some pull?
Lithaladhwen: That's impressive. And a little unexpected.
PapatymisonN: Well, my ancestors did FOUND the most powerful nation this world ever knew...
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, yeah, I know.
Lithaladhwen: I know who the Domanadas are.
PapatymisonN: Who doesn't? ^_^
Lithaladhwen: ....
Lithaladhwen: The only issue with a famous name is that it gives you a lot to live up to. *sips soda*
Lithaladhwen: IM: I knew... someone? Who was that? He... his... father? Was it?
PapatymisonN: ... I'm up to the task.
Lithaladhwen: *nods to him and shakes off the disconcerting feeling that comes from not remembering things that... she's pretty sure are important*
PapatymisonN: Quite, in fact.
Lithaladhwen: I'm glad that you... don't seem interested in wasting the advantages you have, at least.
Lithaladhwen: My own heritage is... long-irrelevant.
Lithaladhwen: So... enjoy it while you have it.
PapatymisonN: ... I intend for my line to continue for some time.
Lithaladhwen: Oh? Got a willing female all lined up and everything?
PapatymisonN: ... they've... arranged something. <.<
Lithaladhwen: They being who?
PapatymisonN: My ... family.
Lithaladhwen: How convenient.
Lithaladhwen: Saves you the trouble, if you could consider it that.
PapatymisonN: ... mm... I ...it is POSSIBLE for me to draw a mate on my own. Wish they didn't have to... rig the lottery, so to speak.
PapatymisonN: *ties his hair back with a thin black elastic*
Lithaladhwen: ...*sighs and shakes her head* I don't know and have no opinion.
Lithaladhwen: Never really bothered with that whole business.
PapatymisonN: ... A shame.
PapatymisonN: Your genetic material stops with you.
PapatymisonN: Looks as if it was worth continuing.
Lithaladhwen: That's a weird thing to say.
PapatymisonN: *shrugs* I can recognize good stock.
Lithaladhwen: IM: I've manifested this way for a thousand years because it's how I think I should look. I doubt it has much to do with my stock.
Lithaladhwen: IM: I don't even look like... like... well, I must look like... my father. He was Valthi, because my last name is Valthi.
Lithaladhwen: I can't speak for my stock. Not with the.... certainty... that you can.
Lithaladhwen: I don't know that Valth has ever had royalty, so I couldn't exactly measure up to your exalted bloodline. *note of sarcasm?*
PapatymisonN: Valth did not have royalty because they, for a long time, and still, embrace blandness. *smirk*
PapatymisonN: And to a degree that is simply hard to fathom...
Lithaladhwen: Maybe. I never went to Valth.
Lithaladhwen: I think.
Lithaladhwen: I'm pretty sure.
Lithaladhwen: Not really, anyway.
PapatymisonN: ... a trip as a child, maybe?
Lithaladhwen: IM: Valthi die, but I don't think reaping Valthi counts as a tourist trip.
Lithaladhwen: I don't remember.
Lithaladhwen: That was years ago.
Lithaladhwen: *sighs* Sorry Alex. I don't put much stock in names or blood. They're assigned randomly by birth.
Lithaladhwen: When you die, you don't take your body, so what does your blood count for?
PapatymisonN: ... it's more along the lines of, "Your blood is all you leave behind" for me...
Lithaladhwen: That I can see.
Lithaladhwen: (The fact that Quinn ever had kids at all to "pass on her blood" is bizarre enough. I don't know that we could ask for another miracle on a similar scale with Helena.)
PapatymisonN: (True enough. But hey, Zea-babies would be neat. ... and zea-babies might also be forgotten...?)
Lithaladhwen: (I'm going to say that even if she did, the line would eventually die out.)
PapatymisonN: (That works.)
Lithaladhwen: (Which means that she'd want to help them pass on, which isn't really good for the whole "hold on to your humanity" thing. Watching your family disappear.)
PapatymisonN: (Yeah, not just die... completely vanish...)
Lithaladhwen: It doesn't interest me, but... my best wishes to you on it.
Lithaladhwen: Hope you find a lady of suitable stock to augment your own. Or whatever it is you're looking for.
PapatymisonN: I have no doubts.
PapatymisonN: (Oh, I forget: Personal transports = hovercar? Or dowe still use wheels?)
Lithaladhwen: (Hel has a motorcycle. Wheels.)
PapatymisonN: (... hover should be an option, at least.)
Lithaladhwen: (Let's not decide they exist until I can whip out ultra-tech and see if we're at that tech-level. I don't think we are.)
Idran1701: (A possible reasoning: Hovercars would crash pretty horribly if their engines failed in the middle of a trip. Normal cars wouldn't.)
Idran1701: (Well, not just because of the engine.)
PapatymisonN: (Well, you should probably have wheels as BACKUP...)
Lithaladhwen: (I think that the tech-levels allow it.We're TL 9, and those show up in 7-8.)
Idran1701: (But why not just use wheels?)
Idran1701: (I mean, unless you're commonly going over water. Then I could see it.)
PapatymisonN: (Hover's less fuss. No axles to break, no tires to go flat...)
Idran1701: (Why am I arguing, I'm not even in this setting? >_>)
Lithaladhwen: (They're allowed. TL says so.)
Lithaladhwen: ( http://www.omnology.com/gurps-levels.html )
Lithaladhwen: (A citation, to fend off issues.)
Lithaladhwen: (But wheels are still primary. Hovercars are for spoiled little bitches like Alex.)
PapatymisonN: (Works for me. ^_^)
Idran1701: (Kay. Though like I said, I shouldn't even be bringing stuff up until and unless I actually get a character for MAC, I suppose. :O)
Lithaladhwen: (Your judgment is still valid.)
PapatymisonN: (*looks at the tech levels* We could be 8 and be normal... Or we've just been PLAYING it like it's level 8...)
PapatymisonN: (TL9=Star Trek.)
Lithaladhwen: (We're technically at nine, with elements of higher ones, but for the sake of not being goofy, we downplay the tech stuff.)
Lithaladhwen: (And yes, I know.)
Idran1701: (Eh, I don't even know GURPS at all, and I barely know the setting as is. I'll at least keep quiet until I actually know what I'm talking about.)
PapatymisonN: (Get GURU.)
Idran1701: (Already did.)
Idran1701: (Too confusing to learn the system from it.)
Lithaladhwen: *stands* It was good meeting you. I think that I'm going to... go supervise Tareen's inspection of that captured armor.
Idran1701: (I want an actual book to read. Not a GURPS lite reference either. :-( )
Lithaladhwen: (Idran is... right. Without GURPS lite, it's gibberish.)
PapatymisonN: Very well. I'm gonna go take a ride in my car... need to clear my head.
Lithaladhwen: You... enjoy that.
Lithaladhwen: IM: I miss horses.
Lithaladhwen: IM: What the hell was wrong with horses?
Idran1701: (It's all well and good, GURPS lite, but I can't help but wonder what it leaves out. Rather have the full core book [books?] to read.)
Lithaladhwen: (Fair.)
PapatymisonN: (Enjoy spending beaucoup bucks on 'em.)
Lithaladhwen: *takes her soda with her and heads off to do gods-know-what with dead people*
PapatymisonN: *heads off to drive around nowhere, perhaps picking up chicks*
PapatymisonN: (I should probably sleep.)
Lithaladhwen: (Same.)
PapatymisonN: <rp?>
Lithaladhwen: (It's 3AM here!)
Lithaladhwen: </RP>
Lithaladhwen: Finally.
PapatymisonN: *cough*
Idran1701: Oh, I'm no stranger to spending money on RP. I've got a jar half-filled with more dice than I would ever possibly need in any RP sitting here right next to me.
Idran1701: Some of them glow in the dark!
Lithaladhwen: Heeeeee.
Lithaladhwen: Do some have smaller dice inside them?
Lithaladhwen: Because THOSE I like.
PapatymisonN: *owns no dice... not even d6s*
Idran1701: Afraid not. :-(
Idran1701: And just the standards, no strange side counts. :-(
Lithaladhwen: I use Brian's.
PapatymisonN: I need to invest in some DnD books. Just so I'm not in the freakin' dark about it anymore...
Lithaladhwen: Rocky Horror is almost over.
Lithaladhwen: I can't believe I watched this twice in a row. In a single freaking night.
PapatymisonN: It is a good movie.
Idran1701: I've got a half-dozen 3e books, and besides that chat RP Adam ran back when, I've never even played in the system. :D
Lithaladhwen: Ha!
PapatymisonN: I got started with GURPS. And then I went to PS, and I've barely done anything else.
Idran1701: I've actually got one of the first printings of the PHB. The one with the monstrous manual entries in the back because the other two core books hadn't been released yet.
Lithaladhwen: Wow.
Idran1701: What was that...September 2001, I think?
Idran1701: Or 2003?
PapatymisonN: ... I'm beginning to despise light...
Lithaladhwen: Same.
PapatymisonN: Yeah. Night folks. Thanks for groovy RP.
Idran1701: Night!
Lithaladhwen: Thanks!
Idran1701: Had fun watching. :O
Lithaladhwen: Thanks for watching, Idran! It's flattering!
Idran1701: Oh, before you go, Chuck!
PapatymisonN: Yeah?
Idran1701: What books should I get to understand this setting fully? Would just the core be enough?
PapatymisonN: Pff! Beats me. Go to Amazon or somethin', kid...
Lithaladhwen: What setting?
Idran1701: Well, I don't know what other books the setting uses, Chuck.
Idran1701: MAC.
Idran1701: Does it just use core?
Idran1701: Or is there a GURPS Mecha or something it uses too?
Lithaladhwen: MACsys is partially its own system.
Lithaladhwen: It uses ultra-tech and mecha as well.
Idran1701: *nod* Kay.
PapatymisonN: And with that... G'NIGHT!
Idran1701: Night!
Lithaladhwen: Basic book, compendium, ultra-tech, and mecha.
Lithaladhwen: Mecha Brian can send you in pdf.
PapatymisonN has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: Or...I can.
Lithaladhwen: I have his old computer. o_o
Idran1701: *noD*
Lithaladhwen: Why did it take me so long to realize that?!
Lithaladhwen: THIS IS HIS COMPUTER
Idran1701: It's 3 AM?
Lithaladhwen: Oh.
Idran1701: :D
Idran1701: Anyway, yeah, sure, that'd be great.
Idran1701: Jump to IM?
Lithaladhwen: Done. *logs*
CGNakibe has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: Okay. Yeah. Rocky Horror. Twice. Just wanted that on record.
Lithaladhwen: What the fuck.
Lithaladhwen: *goes to bed*