You have just entered room "gottadoathing."
Deus Fio has entered the room.
PapatymisonN has entered the room.
FFFan80 has entered the room.
PapatymisonN: Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey KIDS!
FFFan80: *throws ice cream* e.e
Lithaladhwen: I want Oniichan.
Lithaladhwen: >:
Lithaladhwen: *pouts*
PapatymisonN: He didn't accept your invite?
FFFan80: ?
Lithaladhwen: He's apparently not clicking on the link, no.
Lithaladhwen: There. Sent a proper invite. Maybe he'll notice that.
PapatymisonN: Here's hoping.
Lithaladhwen: Anyway. I wanted to do something with MC because I have a thing for Nick that's just a short one-session dealie.
Lithaladhwen: But it'll be more fun if Oniichan's here because his character's the only one who's had an involved conversation with her.
Deus Fio: Wait...could this be...*gasp* PLOTTED??
Lithaladhwen: Well, Dave plays someone who has. But it wasn't a friendly conversation.
PapatymisonN: Will Sodak be unwelcome?
Lithaladhwen: Sodak is a joke.
PapatymisonN: True, but he's my joke.
FFFan80: ....
Lithaladhwen: He's intended to be a joke, but that's also how I see him.
Deus Fio: Boreas is a joke >_>
FFFan80: I'm trying to remember what the hell my character's name was o_o;
FFFan80: *damns lack of notes*
Lithaladhwen: Hold on.
Lithaladhwen: Kai's archive to the rescue...
Lithaladhwen: Shades?
Deus Fio: Somewhere in the back of Boreas' mind is the notion that if he finds someone with power over earth, someone with power over fire, someone with power over water, and someone with power over heart, they will summon Captain Planet.
Lithaladhwen: He's a good man.
PapatymisonN: But his POWERS aren't a joke.
PapatymisonN: For those who don't remember, Sodak's powers are over corn.
Deus Fio: Yeah, that's true. His powers aren't a joke.
Deus Fio: And, like most of my characters, he has a deep-seated neurosis! :D!
Deus Fio: I don't know why I play characters governed by their insanities. *shrug*
PapatymisonN: Are you governed by your insanity?
Deus Fio: I'd like to think I'm not, but most of my friends and family would disagree.
PapatymisonN: Well there ya go.
FFFan80: *reads archive*
FFFan80: Wow
FFFan80: I've never seen '^_^' used so much
FFFan80: =(
Lithaladhwen: He uses it more than Holly.
Lithaladhwen: MOAR than Holly, even.
PapatymisonN: Let's see... apart from the apparently-rejected Sodak, I have Hothead, The Crimson Defender (who I'm not going to use for reasons of uberness) and my bartender.
PapatymisonN: I can either make a new one, or use Hothead.
Lithaladhwen: Bartender.
Deus Fio: Dammit. There needs to be a formal Madmen team.
PapatymisonN: This will be in a bar?
PapatymisonN: No action?
Deus Fio: Who was in the RP again? Me, Lex, that guy Tom...
PapatymisonN: And me. That wa sit.
PapatymisonN: *was it
Deus Fio: Oh, yeah.
Deus Fio: Lex doesn't arpee no more and I dunno what happened to Tom, so I guess Boreas doesn't have a superhero team anymore.
Deus Fio: Which is okay, because I didn't think the Madmen was a good name for a team of good guys.
PapatymisonN: Tom's her boyfriend, and RPs about as much.
Lithaladhwen: This will not be in a bar.
Lithaladhwen: But it'll start there.
FFFan80: How is Lex? Haven't talked to her in a long time =/
PapatymisonN: Well, Jason won't have a reason to come with, most likely...
PapatymisonN: And Lex is good. Working 7 days a week, which explains the not-aroundness...
Deus Fio: Cha: I promise I will not break the RP with Boreas/Jay back-and-forth too much to allow you to keep him in the background if you want to play a second character.
Deus Fio: Also: I am having a shitty time coming up with compelling storylines for Metro if I'm going to be running my board RP there. I may have to do SiNY just because my plot is 148501471289847353 times better there.
PapatymisonN: Much as I love Jay, he will not have much of a place in RP outside the bar.
Lithaladhwen: Does he do anything?
GC130A has entered the room.
PapatymisonN: No, and that's the point.
Deus Fio: Jay? Argues with Boreas.
PapatymisonN: He's utterly ordinary, and that's the point.
Deus Fio: Boreas tries to convince him to buy a utility belt or a kickass jetpack or something but Jay never listens.
PapatymisonN: Gotta have that sounding board of sanity in a world gone super.
FFFan80: *still reading archives for re-familiarizingness*
GC130A: Hey hey, what's going on here?
Deus Fio: Oh, we're actually hatching a plan to give you syphilis, Rick.
Deus Fio: You weren't supposed to be invited.
Lithaladhwen: Well, then. He can start out doing something and then you can figure out what to do.
PapatymisonN: Syphilis? I thought we agreed to not be wimps and give him HPV...
GC130A: Hey, I'm okay with Syphilis.
GC130A: Good excuse for the penicillin addiction.
Deus Fio: Except HPV only affects women.
GC130A: ;D
Lithaladhwen: That's not true.
Deus Fio: GODDAMMIT MY SISTER TOOK MY NERF GUN I HAVE NOTHING TO PLAY WITH AT MY COMPUTER EXCEPT RUBBER BANDS.
Lithaladhwen: They're just vaccinating the women exclusively.
Lithaladhwen: At least officially.
PapatymisonN: Unless you like dick cancer, don't get HPV.
Deus Fio: Oh, right, right.
PapatymisonN: Also, I think I have an idea for a new superhero character...
Lithaladhwen: Okay. Well. You're all in the bar.
Lithaladhwen: I don't care why or how.
Lithaladhwen: But you are.
Lithaladhwen: The bartender is there, but I don't care what he does beyond a little initial cameo, after which Charles may do as he pleases/.
Lithaladhwen: <RP>
Lithaladhwen: (You guys can talk to each other now.)
Deus Fio: <Boreas, the Wind-Wielder>
Deus Fio: Do you think if I brought my bass everywhere I went, chicks would dig me?
PapatymisonN: <Jason, to start with...>
Deus Fio: (Note: Pronounced "base", as in the instrument; with Boreas, you never can be sure.)
PapatymisonN: *slams down Borry's favourite drink, with umbrella* No.
PapatymisonN: You'd look like a poor musician.
Deus Fio: In a superhero costume, though?
Deus Fio: Like, with demonstrable superpowers?
PapatymisonN: Just trust me. Don't use it.
GC130A: *A random blonde guy chirps in* Hey, that might not be true. He might pass for a gangster.
Deus Fio: "Oh my god, he commands the mighty force of the wind and his archery prowess is legendary and he knows the base line to Basketcase by Green Day?!"
Deus Fio: *bass
PapatymisonN: *a burly Asian fellow, clad in leather jacket and general biker motif, enters the bar, with a giant thing strapped to his back*
PapatymisonN: Pretty good, Borry... be right back. *heads over to the Asian newcomer*
PapatymisonN: J: What'll it-
PapatymisonN: AF: BEER.
MajorGeneralTso has entered the room.
PapatymisonN: J: O.O Oh... OK... *plunks it down*
Deus Fio: (Giant thing?)
PapatymisonN: *gun
Lithaladhwen: (The royal thing.)
PapatymisonN: (Upon further inspection.)
Deus Fio: <_< Hey, nice gun!
Deus Fio: IM: GUNS DON'T MAKE YOU A SUPERHERO, DAMMIT.
MajorGeneralTso: (...)
PapatymisonN: *the weapon is basically a tricked out rectangular prism, with holes and projections for a muzzle, sights, and trigger*
GC130A: *glances over* Hey, how's that thing work?
PapatymisonN: *the Asian guy's eye twitches, as if he's about to start screaming obscenities... then, with jittering hand, he reaches in his pocket, pulls out a cigar, and lights it, immediately calming down* Thanks...
PapatymisonN: *to random blonde* Don't ask.
Deus Fio: >_> Very well, thank you.
Deus Fio: <_<
Deus Fio: What? That's how it works.
Deus Fio: Very well.
PapatymisonN: *Jason stays away from the cigar. There's no no-smoking laws in Metro City (Hothead would be out of a job if there were), but that doesn't mean he has to like it*
Deus Fio: >_>
Deus Fio: <_<
PapatymisonN: *tiny cough*
Deus Fio: Dammit.
Deus Fio: *drinks his special rum and coke*
GC130A: *crickets chirp*
PapatymisonN: *the Asian fellow drinks his beer* Bartender!
PapatymisonN: J: Yeah?
Deus Fio: Uh...librarian!
PapatymisonN: AF: Is there some kind of jukebox in here?
Deus Fio: >_> *to blond guy* Your turn!
PapatymisonN: J: Yup, right over there, man... *points to one of those fancy digital video dealies*
Besyanteo has entered the room.
FFFan80: ....*on the oposite end of the bar, someone looks unhappy at the prospect of the jukebox going active*
Besyanteo: (a thing, is it?)
FFFan80: <Shades>
PapatymisonN: *the Asian fellow nods, and heads over to the console, putting in... uh oh*
PapatymisonN: *he put in money for at least 3 songs...*
MajorGeneralTso: (I bring Cha's attention to this, being an Asian person. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alcohol_flush_reaction )
GC130A: *nods to Boreas* Gynecologist.
Besyanteo: (What setting is this?)
PapatymisonN: (Thank you. I always like to deepen my knowledge.)
FFFan80: *currently wearing a black business suit, black hair tied back in a pony tail. Eyes completely covered by dark glasses*
MajorGeneralTso: (Well, You're RPing an Asian Guy drinking Beer. Figured you may want a fun little gimmick in your Arsenal.)
PapatymisonN: (*mulling over whether or not to use it*)
Deus Fio: (Darkknight has that.)
PapatymisonN: (No. Not for the powers that he's going to have.)
PapatymisonN: (And yes, he WILL have powers, thanks.)
MajorGeneralTso: (I have it as well.)
OnlineHost: PapatymisonN rolled 1 66-sided die: 15
FFFan80: *seems to be upset as well at the piece of paper sitting before him*
PapatymisonN: (OK, OK, OK... I was going to have him be into J-pop, but the dice say be nice... r.)
PapatymisonN: *loads up some ... I don't know... Four Entrances Up*
PapatymisonN: *and some ... more music that's inoffensive*
FFFan80: ...parole violation... bah... -\/- *sips drink*
PapatymisonN: *sits back at the bar, and orders another beer*
FFFan80: (...in hindsight, this probably was a bad character choice x.x; )
Lithaladhwen: *So the news is on, and wouldn'tcha know, as usual the usual whackos are acting up in their usual ways.*
Lithaladhwen: *Someone claims they have a nuke, someone claims to have cloned themselves a dozen times.*
FFFan80: 9\/9 ....
Lithaladhwen: *Someone claims to have cloned Boreas, and someone's threatening to poison the water supply.*
FFFan80: I see Dr. Replicano is at it again...
PapatymisonN: *the Asian fellow's cigar drops to the bartop*
Deus Fio: ...
PapatymisonN: *it is quickly picked up, and he hustles out the door*
FFFan80: ...or not? *raises eyebrow*
PapatymisonN: J: ... well there goes MY business...
GC130A: At least he isn't making another Wasteland of Outfall.
Deus Fio: THERE'S ANOTHER ONE OF ME?!?!?!
Lithaladhwen: (I love how paranoid he is. ^_^ )
PapatymisonN: *he leaps onto a motorcycle that's waiting outside*
FFFan80: If the news is to be believed, yes.
FFFan80: *sips drink* -.-
PapatymisonN: J: ... so you gonna sit here or go kill yourselves?
FFFan80: Not a very original scheme, I must say
GC130A: Hey, any scheme that cops off a gum commercial is okay by me.
Lithaladhwen: *The Boreas story doesn't get much airtime, but they seem to be taking this woman with the water supply angle fairly seriously.*
Deus Fio: It's not a clone...it's my long-lost evil robot twin!
PapatymisonN: J: Prove you're the only and best one?
FFFan80: Perhaps if it were your clone crossed with some form of... angry badger, then it would be mildly intriguing. And amusing.
Lithaladhwen: *They're even airing a short statement by her, which they can't hear because the TV isn't turned up loud enough.*
PapatymisonN: *grabs the remote, turns it up*
Lithaladhwen: *There's a girl standing next to a severe-looking blonde scientist (with white coat and everything!), and the girl's in green hospital scrubs with a large black man holding her by the arm.*
Deus Fio: ...
Lithaladhwen: TV: .....enough neurotoxin to poison this entire city, purging this twisted mutation that's caused our population to spiral out of normal human parameters.
Lithaladhwen: *Y'know, didn't that girl come in here once or twice? She looks familiar.*
Deus Fio: LONG-LOST EVIL ANGRY BADGER ROBOT TWIN, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE!!!!
Lithaladhwen: TV: And if my research funding is cut off, I'll have to resort to more drastic means to control this problem.
PapatymisonN: J: ... Boreas, quit freaking out and go, or I'm making you pay your tab.
FFFan80: .....
FFFan80: Interesting.
Deus Fio: >_> That's it, you're uninvited to the party when I'm reunited with my evil angry badger robot twin brother.
Deus Fio: Or sister. Maybe it's a sister?
PapatymisonN: J: *leadingly* Bye.
Lithaladhwen: TV Reporter: Dr. Mertoi is affiliated with MetroCity University's famed biochemistry department, and recently lost her tenured position there due to allegations of ethics breaches on her part.
FFFan80: Is that not the young woman who frequents that other establishment you attend, young man?
Deus Fio: All right. Jeez. I stop, I stop, me scuze, me scuze.
PapatymisonN: IM: Man, never thought I'd need to motivate a superhero so much...
Deus Fio: Eh?
Deus Fio: <_<
PapatymisonN: J: Oh yeah... Nicki, was it? She seemed so nice...
Deus Fio: *sigh*
Lithaladhwen: TV Reporter: The young woman seen with her is apparently a local college student named Veronica Temin. It's uncertain what part she plays, though doubtless that will be revealed as the situation unfolds.
Deus Fio: Yeah, Nicki.
Deus Fio: Which confirms a couple things, and raises a couple more questions.
Lithaladhwen: TV Reporter: For now, a close police watch is being kept around the water treatment facility in the hopes that Dr. Mertoi can be halted before bringing her plans to fruitioin.
Lithaladhwen: *fruition
PapatymisonN: J: ... I think she liked you, Borry.
Lithaladhwen: TV Reporter: On the up-side, mold and ragweed are down today, and humidity is at an all-time low. Back to Jim with sports.
Deus Fio: Okay, quit with the fake motivation. Jesus crap.
PapatymisonN: J: Well then GO, ya goof!
PapatymisonN: *turns the TV back down*
Deus Fio: I'm thinking of a plan!
Deus Fio: People I can call. Backup. Something.
Deus Fio: You guys. You with the gun, Blondie, and you in the back. What can you do?
PapatymisonN: J: What about that Asian guy that was just in here? He already left to go... he'd probably back you up.
PapatymisonN: *Asian Fellow left already*
Deus Fio: (Oh, missed that.)
Deus Fio: He left on foot, probably taking the shortest route he can. I can leave in ten minutes and still beat him there.
FFFan80: ...you are asking for my assistance?
GC130A: *getting up, seeing as how things look to be moving* It depends! What do you need done?
PapatymisonN: J: Coulda sworn I saw him in motorcycle gear...
Deus Fio: We're gonna save a woman who doesn't need saving.
Deus Fio: Her words not mine moving on.
Deus Fio: Yes, I am asking for assistance from both of you.
FFFan80: Very well.
FFFan80: Then I have one question.
FFFan80: What will be my compensation for this? <.<
Deus Fio: 9_9
FFFan80: ...and for the love of all that exists.
FFFan80: Do NOT SAY "because it is right" e_e
Deus Fio: >_> You, Blondie, you in?
Lithaladhwen: (He has love for all that exists?)
Deus Fio: <_< Then stay.
GC130A: I'll make an angry robot badger twin of him, and let you watch the reunion. *offering!*
Deus Fio: O_O
Deus Fio: *snaps himself out of that*
PapatymisonN: *outside, shouts of MOTHERFUCKER can be heard*
Deus Fio: StopplayingonmyparanoidfantasiesIneedtoplanseriously.
Besyanteo: (... I kept trying to think of a power that wasn't stupid. Now I'm tempted to make someone with a normal personality,)
Deus Fio: *AHEM.*
GC130A: Maybe with laser beams on her eyes.
Besyanteo: (and the ability to turn things into cheese. Just to balance the group.)
FFFan80: (hey, it could work)
FFFan80: (maybe she's lactose intolerant)
GC130A: (Maybe she keeps hordes of rats as minions.)
Deus Fio: Okay, I officially don't care who comes with me.
Deus Fio: *checks quiver for arrow count*
Besyanteo: ("TASTE MY WELL AGED, RICH AND FALVORFUL WRATH! ... Gods I hate my life. ._.")
Deus Fio: Ample.
Lithaladhwen: (Maybe she can encourage the growth of bacteria, and she knows which microbes make cheese.)
PapatymisonN: *yup, there's SONOVABITCH.... *
Deus Fio: Cape's on the right way.
Besyanteo: (... Ashley has imaginative and wonderful replies for me. I will consider this.)
FFFan80: ....
FFFan80: *notes the sheet on the counter*
Deus Fio: If you're coming, come; I can't carry you, and I'm not walking, so come at your own speed.
PapatymisonN: *... oh, and STUPID PIECE OF SHIT...*
FFFan80: "...To: Rehabilitation Subject Codename "Shades"..."
FFFan80: "Subject: Parole Violation"
FFFan80: ....
FFFan80: IM: ...knowing the judicial system in this city... perhaps offering assistance will help them overlook that incident with the girlscouts...
FFFan80: ....very well.
Deus Fio: Grand.
PapatymisonN: (You all saw it! That orphanage attacked me!)
FFFan80: I will assist you in this endeavor.
GC130A: Sounds good.
Lithaladhwen: (They had it coming all along.)
FFFan80: (Shades: ...Perhaps you did not hear me the first time... e\/e I DO NOT WANT COOKIES...)
Deus Fio: Modes of transportation?
GC130A: (What's the tech level of this place?)
PapatymisonN: *an engine outside revvs to life*
Lithaladhwen: (Modern, except for mad scientists.)
Besyanteo: (Girl Scouts: But if you don't buy some cookies, something... unfortunate might happen to your cookware. e.e)
PapatymisonN: (Marvel Comics level, in other words.)
Deus Fio: (Modern plus supertech.)
FFFan80: (Shades: ...curse you Girlscouts of America... >_< )
GC130A: (Got it.)
FFFan80: At the moment, my options are public transit and running.
GC130A: Some winged monkeys I can borrow. Friend of a friend.
Deus Fio: I've never heard of a superhero traveling to save a women by subway, but if that's your thing, I won't knock it.
PapatymisonN: (OK, done with the subtle approach...)
Deus Fio: *Boreas has, in the ensuing minutes since becoming resolute, been standing in the middle of the room shifting his weight from foot to foot.*
PapatymisonN: J: *peeks outside, wondering what all the cursing is*
PapatymisonN: Hey, that Asian guy's still outside... and he's got a car.
PapatymisonN: Next to a burning... motorcycle.
Deus Fio: (I don't know when Larifien's mannerisms began to bleed into all my other characters.)
PapatymisonN: Maybe he'll give you a ride...?
GC130A: *considers!* What kind?
PapatymisonN: ... minivan. o.O
FFFan80: .....
FFFan80: How... convenient...
Deus Fio: >_> Burning as in the entire thing is awash in ethereal flames, or burning as in the fuel lines went and then he lit a cigarette?
PapatymisonN: Burning as in I think it exploded.
FFFan80: *steps outside*
FFFan80: *and looks!*
Deus Fio: *giggles insanely*
PapatymisonN: *Asian fellow is standing outside the vehicle, door open, putting a set of pliers back in his pocket*
GC130A: Oh, my favorite. *strides out*
Deus Fio: All right. Rock and roll.
PapatymisonN: *as rock and roll as a teal Windstar can be...*
blender_bunny@mac.com has entered the room.
Deus Fio: *glides from his stool to the door*
GC130A: *whistles* Truly a work of stealth engineering.
PapatymisonN: (Pause for just one moment. Can't ignore the hunger pangs any longer.)
Deus Fio: There's a girl what's been captured and I'm fixin' to rescue the crap out of her.
FFFan80: ...excuse me.
FFFan80: Perhaps you could explain the flaming debris in front of this establishment.
Deus Fio: You're excused, don't do it in the van.
FFFan80: ....
FFFan80: *glares at the archer*
Deus Fio: (Boreas' stupid comeback reaction time is dwarfed only by Larifien's.)
Deus Fio: ...you guys are the worst ever at mobilizing for a rescue mission.
GC130A: Saving the world from villainy, one nap at a time.
Deus Fio: Apt.
Deus Fio: What is your superpower?
FFFan80: This is not an area I am very familiar with.
Deus Fio: Let me explain it, Elwood.
Deus Fio: We hear about someone who needs saving, we get there as quickly as possible, we save them.
GC130A: Then we go for toasties and cricket.
FFFan80: ...*raises an eyebrow*
Deus Fio: Actually, I usually save someone and then go home and blast Streetlight Manifesto and skank.
FFFan80: And you do this... simply for the sake of doing it.
Deus Fio: O_o Yeah...
FFFan80: IM: ...why are so many of these 'heroes' so... moronic?
Deus Fio: ...
Deus Fio: Not productive conversation.
FFFan80: I sense it will not be either.
Deus Fio: ...
GC130A: Not really. You get a liscense to steal, sometimes. Now who wants to drive?
Deus Fio: Shot not, I'm taking the direct route.
FFFan80: (...is Charles back yet?)
GC130A: I mean, who else gets to steal crime scene evidence and take it back to their lair?
FFFan80: ....
GC130A: *nods to their transport* Jack random minivans in the middle of the day for heroics?
FFFan80: I don't suppose you are also on parole? >_>
PapatymisonN: (Back.)
GC130A: No, I'm cured.
PapatymisonN: (Sorry, just HAD to eat.)
FFFan80: *laughs* Sure you are.
Deus Fio: (The minivan is your Asian guy's, right Cha?)
PapatymisonN: Let me guess... you guys want to get to that crazy stuff with the clone?
PapatymisonN: (... sure... "his"... we'll go with that.)
GC130A: It's true! I was given a clean bill of health... *thinks a moment* four months ago.
Deus Fio: Eh? No, we're saving Nicki.
PapatymisonN: ... long as I'm doing something tonight. Get in.
Deus Fio: Really I probably shouldn't, because she told me not to care about her.
PapatymisonN: *jumps into the van, gun-first*
GC130A: *complies!*
Deus Fio: Good. Enjoy the ground.
PapatymisonN: *rolls down his window, as he'll be smoking like a chimney on the way there*
FFFan80: .....a moment.
GC130A: *hits his arm* Wait, you listen to that crap? What is that.
FFFan80: Who exactly are you? *to the asian gentleman*
GC130A: *Boreas' that is.*
PapatymisonN: Name's Yojimbo.
FFFan80: (.......)
PapatymisonN: (What?)
FFFan80: (*boots Cha in the head*)
PapatymisonN: (WHAT?)
FFFan80: ( =( )
Lithaladhwen: (Actually, I recall Boreas thinking she was a secret villain and watching her like a hawk.)
Deus Fio: The fact that I don't would be the point.
Lithaladhwen: (To which she took issue.)
Besyanteo: (Dave: ... What?)
FFFan80: ...a very unique name.
PapatymisonN: (Seriously, what's the issue with the name?)
FFFan80: But who are you?
FFFan80: (*damns FF10*)
PapatymisonN: (Oh, that.)
Lithaladhwen: (Because it's Yojimbo.)
Besyanteo: (... I was hoping that wasn't what you were thinking.)
Deus Fio: (No, actually she refused to admit she was anything but a college student.)
PapatymisonN: (The word predates the game, y'know... :P )
Besyanteo: (Because that's not a unique name.)
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah, it's also a fucking movie.)
Besyanteo: (A movie?)
FFFan80: ( *>_<* CAN WE MOVE ON? )
Besyanteo: (*googles*)
PapatymisonN: (Which played into his reason for picking it! Oy! Yes! Moving on!)
Lithaladhwen: (Yes. What Dave said. You guys go now.)
Deus Fio: Meet you guys there.
PapatymisonN: I'm the guy who can help you do what you want to do...
FFFan80: ......
FFFan80: You are being vague.
FFFan80: That is not a very good way to earn trust. e_e
Deus Fio: *Boreas steps clear of everyone else, then spirals into the air.*
PapatymisonN: Well, you don't need trust right now, you need wheels, right?
FFFan80: *sighs*
PapatymisonN: Like I thought.
FFFan80: e_e IM: *mental image of two shadowy hands tearing the man in half*
FFFan80: *gets in the van*
PapatymisonN: *VRRRRRRRRRRM!*
PapatymisonN: ... Wait, what's the address?
Besyanteo: (Herding cats~)
Deus Fio: *His single sustained starting blast of air carries his nearly weightless body up to the level of the tallest buildings, where he hangs for a moment before beginning to tilt toward the water treatment facility.*
PapatymisonN: Or, I could just follow him! *drive!*
Lithaladhwen: (The news said that the police were basically barricading the water treatment plant. Boreas is headed there.)
Lithaladhwen: (You always follow the better-informed redshirts.)
Besyanteo: (Mostly because when you follow, you now when you've arrived because the people in front explodes, rather than you exploding.)
Besyanteo: (you know*)
PapatymisonN: *drives like a madman... with PURPOSE*
GC130A: Here's hoping he follows traffic, eh? *pulls out a cellphone and starts looking it up*
Deus Fio: *His flight is arrow-straight and hard to follow with a ground-bound minivan, but he leaves a barely-visible trail of luminous mist behind him.*
GC130A: *to Shades* So, what'd you do?
Deus Fio: *The mist marks out the water treatment plant; it's easy to spot, being one of the more prominent buildings in this part of Metro Bay and of course all the police lights.*
FFFan80: Attempted to call forth the plane of shadows.
PapatymisonN: Sounds heavy.
GC130A: Sounds fun!
FFFan80: I would have to side with our driver.
FFFan80: There is nothing 'fun' about it.
Lithaladhwen: *A couple of people stationed on top of the plant start firing things at Boreas. They don't seem like bullets.*
Deus Fio: *Boreas reaches the plant long before the minivanners and scouts it out - entrances, position of police and presence of a crowd, etc.*
Lithaladhwen: *They're attempting to snipe at him with something else.*
Lithaladhwen: *Down on the ground are a few policecars, a modest crowd of what seem to be plant employees, and of course reporters.*
Lithaladhwen: *A couple of the police officers notice Boreas, and respond to his presence with annoyance. The chief, however, gives him a wave.*
Deus Fio: *One of Boreas's powers is superhuman distance vision."
Deus Fio: *So the guys with guns were known to him before he was known to them.*
Lithaladhwen: (You know what you need to tell the GM? What the hell your broken-ass superhero can do. Note this for the future.)
Lithaladhwen: (I'm not retconning all that. It just happens later when/if he gets close enough.)
PapatymisonN: *only breaks 18 traffic laws by the time he arrives at the water plant*
Deus Fio: (Wind control, mist generation, improved (daylight) vision, expert archery.)
Deus Fio: (Fights with bow and with a lightweight collapsable staff that I will admit was conceptually borrowed from Robin.)
FFFan80: IM: ...this had best NOT count against my record....
Deus Fio: (Plays the bass guitar, listens to ska music. Really, that's it.)
PapatymisonN: *gets out, weapon ready*
GC130A: Diiiiss-mount!
Deus Fio: *Boreas manages to elude all the projectiles but one, which misses his person but hits his cape.*
Lithaladhwen: *Looks like a dart. WTF is with that?*
Deus Fio: *He creates an especially opaque mist around him at about a 20' radius and backs off, hovering.*
Besyanteo has left the room.
Deus Fio: (Oh, crap, forgot a power. Heh.)
GC130A: ... oh come on, like you've never wanted to say that.
Deus Fio: (He can also become mist for short periods.)
FFFan80: .....I can safely say no, I have not
FFFan80: *hops out*
Deus Fio: *Boreas grabs the dart off his cape before it can fall and shoves it into a plastic baggie.*
GC130A: *waves to him!* How's the view?
PapatymisonN: *gets into a crouching position, and flicks a small switch on the side of his Tyne XK-22, which has several Japanese characters on the side of it*
Deus Fio: (He carries plastic baggies. Also Scotch brand clear tape.)
Lithaladhwen: (He has the brandname?)
PapatymisonN: *up pops a sniper's scope, and he aims at the assailants*
FFFan80: ...*raises an eyebrow at the weapon*
Deus Fio: (No, I mean a roll of Scotch brand clear tape.)
PapatymisonN: Anyone care if I kill these guys.
PapatymisonN: ?
Lithaladhwen: (Yes, so it's brandname Scotch tape, and not merely clear tape.)
Deus Fio: (You guys might not have an angle to hit this guy.)
Deus Fio: (Yes.)
Lithaladhwen: (They don't.)
Deus Fio: (*these guys)
PapatymisonN: ... or not... can't get a shot.
Lithaladhwen: *They finally stop firing at Boreas now that they can't see him as well.*
Deus Fio: Okay, fellas, let's see how you enjoy this.
Deus Fio: *The mist begins to warp in shape as the clear, still evening starts to become very unstill in Boreas's vicinity.*
Lithaladhwen: *For those of you on the ground, there is an entrance. Presumably it's normally used by employees, but the cops are guarding it now.*
Deus Fio: *The wind begins to whip at the shooters, not quite powerful enough to knock them over but hitting with enough power to distract.*
Lithaladhwen: *There are also presumably openings in the sewer system.*
Lithaladhwen: *They pull their guns up, not attempting to fire in the craziness.*
PapatymisonN: You think there's a back way?
Deus Fio: *With it becomes copious amounts of a luminous white and light blue mist, which settles around them, obscuring their vision.*
FFFan80: ...honestly, it would be quicker to... 'incapacitate' the police...
FFFan80: ...but I suspect that would not be wise, given our records.
PapatymisonN: Who said I had a record? >.> <.<
GC130A: *pats his arm* Nobody's saying you're a former hardened criminal who kicks puppies and kittens here.
GC130A: Right?
Deus Fio: *Then the sound of someone's booted feet landing on the roof, and then a blast of wind powerful enough to seriously impede a full-grown man, and then Boreas is there shooting arrows.*
PapatymisonN: ... you don't want to touch me.
GC130A: *ceases*
PapatymisonN: *shoves the sight back in his weapon* OK, so... ugh... sewers?
Lithaladhwen: *They're fleeing, but he tags one in the leg and brings him down, cursing.*
Deus Fio: *Of note is the fact that Boreas' arrows, even fired into the maelstrom, fly straight and true.*
Lithaladhwen: (Yes. God forbid you get the cops to let you in. *laugh*)
blender_bunny@mac.com: ((ENTORING))
Deus Fio: *Another arrow is aimed at the person's weapon and shot off.*
GC130A: (Hey now, that just ain't kosher.)
Lithaladhwen: *Hit!*
Lithaladhwen: (Yes it is. It's just misspelled. >:P )
Deus Fio: (Hit and what?)
Deus Fio: (Disarmed?)
Lithaladhwen: (And the guy lets go of it, startled. Apparently he's not really all that combat-savvy.)
Lithaladhwen: (Who are these guys, Dr. Mertoi's lab assistants?)
blender_bunny@mac.com: The fuck is wrong with you people? *A scowling man pushes his way through the crowd* Don't you all know who I am? You watch the news, don't you!
FFFan80: ......
Deus Fio: *Boreas leaps and comes down next to the gun, nimbly flicking the weapon out of the way before falling to one knee with an arrow nocked and his bow half-pulled.*
PapatymisonN: ... oh, great, one of THESE...
Lithaladhwen: *The guy he's downed flinches away from him while the other sniper continues to flee.*
Lithaladhwen: *He's down a set of stairs and inside the building.*
Lithaladhwen: *Door-locku!*
Deus Fio: I don't care what your buddy does.
Deus Fio: I want answers.
blender_bunny@mac.com: No? Good. I'm a fucking super hero, let me into the building before I start my villainy career as well.
Lithaladhwen: I don't have to tell you anything you fucking freak.
Deus Fio: Mmm. Fucking freak.
Deus Fio: That's what they call those descended from the Greek pantheon these days.
Lithaladhwen: That's what they're calling aberrations like you.
Deus Fio: Aren't you big, sitting there...unarmed. With your powers of...nothing.
PapatymisonN: *gets a bead on the pretty girl*
Lithaladhwen: I don't need powers. When you're all gone, it'll be safe to be human again.
GC130A: (Hey, it worked for Exdeath.)
Lithaladhwen: *The people let Rick through, and the cops seem to be okay with him as well.*
GC130A: *motions to his people and follows in his wake*
Deus Fio: Yes, I'm so sorry.
blender_bunny@mac.com: *Rick better known as the Marvelous Insectoid Lad glares at the assembled crowd and legal enforcers of justice* Damn straight, you schnucks coming along?
PapatymisonN: *follows, gun aimed carefully...*
Lithaladhwen: (The pretty girl?)
Deus Fio: You've convinced me to stop saving countless lives in exchange for nothing but recognition.
PapatymisonN: (Oh, that's Mertoi... whoops.)
GC130A: That's schlemiel to you, and yes.
Deus Fio: Okay, not a productive line of questioning, moving on.
Lithaladhwen: (No, this is just some guy.)
Deus Fio: I'm assuming that the sound I heard before was the door locking.
Lithaladhwen: (Don't you know that the Boss is always inside?)
Lithaladhwen: Heh. Yeah, it was. Maybe I'll die, but my species will survive.
Lithaladhwen: Can't say the same for yours.
PapatymisonN: We're resilient.
Lithaladhwen: (Are you up there, too, Yojimbo?)
Deus Fio: There are four possible outcomes to my next query. Two will put an arrow through a part of your body that will hurt, but will not kill you.
PapatymisonN: (... OK, I'm totally messed up on the blocking for this scene...)
Lithaladhwen: I'm one organism. I don't know everything and I don't have to do everything. I've done enough already by holding you back.
FFFan80: ( Likewise )
Deus Fio: 9_9
Deus Fio: Do you have a key.
Deus Fio: Say yes and give it and you won't get shot, say no and I search you and you don't have it and you won't get shotl
Deus Fio: Anything else, you will get shot.
Deus Fio: *.
Lithaladhwen: (Boreas and the sniper are up on the roof. Everyone else is on the ground.)
Lithaladhwen: Nope. It locks from the inside. It's a security measure.
Lithaladhwen: Dumbass.
Deus Fio: Okay. Fair enough.
Deus Fio: As promised, you won't get shot.
Deus Fio: *Boreas looks around for the nearest air duct.*
Deus Fio: *Without moving, that is.*
blender_bunny@mac.com: Come on, I'm missing my stories for this. *Robert stomps towards the building all super hero like... kinda sorta*
Lithaladhwen: *Yeah, there is one. There are also his allies on the ground who may know things.*
FFFan80: ...*just facepalms at the 'hero'*
GC130A: *With him! He looks like he knows how to get shot at first.*
Deus Fio: Okey dokey.
Deus Fio: *A gesture and an exhalation from the Wind-Wielder causes a strong wind to sweep the man's displaced gun off the side and into the bay.*
Deus Fio: Enjoy the rest of your stay on the roof.
Lithaladhwen: Enjoy your last day on Earth.
Lithaladhwen: *smirks*
Deus Fio: *Boreas leaps off the roof and looks for his allies.*
Deus Fio: *...somewhere in there is the intermediate step of flying.*
Lithaladhwen: *They're over in front and there's that one guy he's seen at the bar. Talking to Nicki, no less..*
Deus Fio: Oh, hey, Rob. Guys, I'm going in through an air duct.
FFFan80: ....How nice of you to speak to us.
Deus Fio: Anyone else who can become incorporeal is invited to follow me.
FFFan80: I was afraid we were interrupting your loneman crusade for justice
FFFan80: e_e
Deus Fio: Not my fault I was shot at. Moving on.
Deus Fio: There's a locked door on the roof.
Deus Fio: >_> *to the nearest cop*
GC130A: *nod* Raise your hands if you can get up there. Anyone?
blender_bunny@mac.com: Front door it is.
PapatymisonN: ... *keeps his hands down*
Lithaladhwen: Cop: If you can get us up, I can open it.
PapatymisonN: Front door it is.
Deus Fio: Here, figure out what this thing is. *gives him the dart in the Scotch-taped baggie* And there's a henchman on the roof.
Lithaladhwen: *The cop takes it, a little startled.* Um. Right.
Lithaladhwen: Looks like a dart. I can't do anything complicated out here, y'know.
Lithaladhwen: Taking it back to the lab and checking everything over would take a while.
GC130A: Well she's got a neurotoxin, right?
Deus Fio: >_> Dude, I'm 140 soaking wet and the only reason I can fly under my own power at all is because I have a lesser-known power to make myself almost weightless and I figured you guys have a computer to analyze substances.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, that's what she claims.
Deus Fio: I got that thing shot at me. I can't fly you up.
GC130A: Might be safe to make some assumptions if they're shooting those off. *nod*
Lithaladhwen: Yes, back at the lab. It tells us certain things about... about molecules and crap, I dunno. I don't use it.
Deus Fio: Okay.
Lithaladhwen: (This isn't CSI. Brian would hurt me.)
Lithaladhwen: (I'd have to tell people I ran into a door.)
Deus Fio: I'm probably going to forget about Roof Guy, so I'm trusting you.
Lithaladhwen: That's fine. We'll send someone up. Unless he jumps for it, I doubt he's going anywhere.
Deus Fio: Right. Air duct time, there's one on the roof, see you guys later I love you all to death.
Deus Fio: Meet me in the inner sanctum?
GC130A: (Mook: Yes! I have a title! Moving up in the world.)
GC130A: Inner sanctum?
PapatymisonN: ... works for me.
GC130A: This is a water treatment plant.
GC130A: *to the cop* You guys have plans on you?
Deus Fio: There's always an inner sanctum.
FFFan80: ( have to get going soon, mind a plausible out for my guy? =x )
Deus Fio: Supervillain takes a shit, there's an inner sanctum in the john.
GC130A: Good point.
Lithaladhwen: We'll keep an eye on the exits. If anyone gets past you, they'll run into us.
Lithaladhwen: I don't care what they have. We have semi-automatic weapons.
Lithaladhwen: It'll have to be enough.
Deus Fio: I would hope so. That's why you guys are cops.
Lithaladhwen: *grins* Damn right it is.
Deus Fio: Right. Air duct time, there's one on the roof, see you guys later I love you all to death, stop tapping into my ADD.
GC130A: Don't suppose we can find the blueprints online? Love to have a map before we go storming in there...
Deus Fio: *With a heartfelt "Grr", Boreas gains altitude, tips his nonexistant hat to Roof Guy when he sees him, and stands on the air vent, checking to make sure it's intake.*
OnlineHost: Lithaladhwen rolled 1 2-sided die: 2
Lithaladhwen: *Yes.*
Deus Fio: *Boreas seems to turn light blue and then disintegrate, being drawn into the vent.*
PapatymisonN: ... and I don't think we have wifi in the area, so the internet's probably out.
Lithaladhwen: *Boreas finds himself in a series of tu--*ahem* vents.*
PapatymisonN: (See?)
Deus Fio: *Mist-Boreas can't really control where he's going short of just jamming out of there the first time he sees light.*
Deus Fio: *One thing about your average vent system that spy movies don't always make clear is that they're often reallyfreakingdark.*
Lithaladhwen: *Well, he'd better hope he's a cohesive mistBoreas.*
Deus Fio: *Yeah, he is.*
blender_bunny@mac.com: Enough words, more stupid headlong action!
GC130A: *shrugs* Oh well, it'll have to do.
Deus Fio: *So he ducks out into the first lit area he can see.*
GC130A: *To the front door!*
Lithaladhwen: *He's in a lobby downstairs. It's cool from the air conditioning, but then Boreas should know that. Until a moment ago he was the air conditioning.*
Deus Fio: *Anyone there?*
Lithaladhwen: *The front door is opened by a cop because they're gonna let you in.*
Lithaladhwen: *Spleen: No.*
PapatymisonN: *heads in...*
Deus Fio: IM: Downstairs? Damn. Back into the system.
Deus Fio: *solidifies and searches with his sharp vision for the intake in this room*
Lithaladhwen: *Yeah, whatever. He makes his search check. He finds it.*
Deus Fio: *He walks over to that and goes in.*
Deus Fio: IM: The freaking point was to start high while everyone else starts low.
Lithaladhwen: *The upper levels don't seem to be well-lit, but there is a semi-abandoned kitchenette thing that's got an oven light on.*
Deus Fio: IM: Sold.
Deus Fio: *Boreas, now solid and bow-armed, opens the door and peeks into the hall.*
blender_bunny@mac.com: *Robert leads the charge into the darkness*
GC130A: *pulling out a lab coat. For disguises!*
Lithaladhwen: *It's a hall. There are doors.*
Deus Fio: Okey dokey.
Deus Fio: *Is there one at the end of the hall?*
blender_bunny@mac.com: *Rick suddenly feels a scooby-doo chase will occur, this thought fills him with dread*
Lithaladhwen: *Sure.*
PapatymisonN: *waiting, just WAITING for something to shoot...*
Deus Fio: *He goes there; the inner sanctum is never off a side door in a hallway.*
GC130A: *walkity walkity walk*
Deus Fio: *Well, plus they're obviously holed up in the main area where the water's actually purified so when the shit goes down they can contaminate and run.*
Lithaladhwen: *He finds a lab. It's got lots of beakers and vials and tubes.*
GC130A: *calls out* Hey, I'm here about a multibillion dollar research grant?
Deus Fio: Dammit, the only thing in here is a series of tubes.
GC130A: Something about invading France!
Deus Fio: Just like the internet.
Deus Fio: ...internet!
Deus Fio: >_> <_<
Deus Fio: Moving on.
Lithaladhwen: *That guy whose name I don't know hears footsteps on the floor above them. Has he been heard?*
GC130A: *We will call him Rom, then.*
Deus Fio: (Is there another door other than the one Boreas entered through?
GC130A: Works every time. Come on. *searches for stairs!*
Deus Fio: )
Lithaladhwen: *Yes. There is a door on each wall. Directions are north south east west and Dennis.*
Deus Fio: *Dennis...erm, that is, are there windows in any room that Boreas has seen or is he in the inner part?*
Lithaladhwen: *He's in the inner part.*
Deus Fio: *East, then.*
Deus Fio: *mumbles* Blue Wind-Wielder needs food, badly!
PapatymisonN: (*smashes Boreas' Colecovision*)
Lithaladhwen: *The party on the ground floor finds the stairs, and the footsteps are basically at the bottom. You have about three seconds to figure out what to do.*
PapatymisonN: Goin' up?
GC130A: *stands back and lets the less squishy ones handle it*
Lithaladhwen: *Two.*
blender_bunny@mac.com: Going up.
Lithaladhwen: *One.*
Lithaladhwen: *The door opens and there's one guy in the doorway flanked by others with firearms.*
Lithaladhwen: *Charles, roll d6.*
OnlineHost: Lithaladhwen rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
Lithaladhwen: (Okay, never mind. You go first.)
Deus Fio: *Boreas checks the lock on the door to the east.*
Lithaladhwen: (The party can do things.)
FFFan80 has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: (Dave has to leave work, likely. Mebbe he'll be back in a few.)
PapatymisonN: (Glack.)
PapatymisonN: (We can wait.)
Deus Fio: (Unless he's not going to be back, in which case we'll sit here like goons.)
GC130A: (He did mention making an exit for his character. >_>)
Lithaladhwen: (*scoops up fieldmice and bops them on the head*)
Lithaladhwen: (Okay. Um. Shades goes to watch your backs. I don't know why you trust him to do this, but you do.)
Lithaladhwen: (Combat get.)
Lithaladhwen: (Party do things.)
PapatymisonN: (Combat get.)
GC130A: (Combat kawaii!)
Deus Fio: (East door get? :D?)
PapatymisonN: (Yep.)
PapatymisonN: (I ... think.)
Lithaladhwen: (I'll get to you later, sir.)
Lithaladhwen: (I want the party to DO THINGS.)
Lithaladhwen: (Or I'll skip you in the init order.)
PapatymisonN: *flicks his weapon into full auto mode, and starts firing at the lead... guy*
Lithaladhwen: *The lead guy goes down, but his buddies are all firing their weapons now. And guess what? Darts are flying at you now.*
GC130A: *if he can get an angle without blinding his own party members, pulls and tosses a flashbang, then gets back behind whatever he was taking cover behind*
Lithaladhwen: *Anyone here have really impressive stamina, immunity to disease, or turbo agility?*
PapatymisonN: *I do! I do!*
GC130A: *has the power of not being present!*
Lithaladhwen: (Oniichan, Charles, give me specifics.)
Deus Fio: (Boreas has really impressive but not quite turbo agility.)
PapatymisonN: (Pain resistance and endurance. Think Spider-Man.)
Lithaladhwen: (If he doesn't get here soon I'm shooting his character.)
PapatymisonN: (If who doesn't get here? Spider-Man?)
Lithaladhwen: (Oniichan, Charles.)
PapatymisonN: (Right.)
blender_bunny@mac.com: ((Shooting me D: ))
Lithaladhwen: *Rick gets shot. A dart hits Jimbo's gun, but doesn't hit him.*
Lithaladhwen: *Oniichan, you decide what happens, and what Rick's doing.*
blender_bunny@mac.com: ((Seeing insects and lax moral code))
Lithaladhwen: *In combat you lazy slutbucket.*
blender_bunny@mac.com: ((Combat right, combat >_>))
Lithaladhwen: (Thank you.)
PapatymisonN: (Slut bucket... does that mean that he's a metallic vessel filled with loose women? ... sweet!)
blender_bunny@mac.com: *Robert does what he always does when confronted with a rigorous threat to justice or insults of some kind, PUNCH IM IN THE FAAAACE*
Lithaladhwen: (I'm pretty sure his name was Richard.)
Lithaladhwen: *The guy evades his shot and they continue trying to shoot Jimbo. Rick's bio-tanking.*
blender_bunny@mac.com: ((His name fluctuates based on how aware of my surroundings I am))
Lithaladhwen: *Jimbo gets hit.*
Lithaladhwen: *I'll tell you what it does in a bit. He still shooting?*
PapatymisonN: *Hell yeah.*
Lithaladhwen: *Also, flashbang.*
Lithaladhwen: *Roll a d2 to determine if you closed your eyes.*
Lithaladhwen: *You want a 2.*
OnlineHost: PapatymisonN rolled 1 2-sided die: 2
Lithaladhwen: (Oniichan.)
GC130A: (Definite plus.)
PapatymisonN: *blink*
PapatymisonN: ... aagh... damn flashbangs... *
PapatymisonN: *pulls the dart from his shoulder*
OnlineHost: Lithaladhwen rolled 1 2-sided die: 1
Lithaladhwen: (Rick's blind for.....)
OnlineHost: Lithaladhwen rolled 1 4-sided die: 3
Lithaladhwen: (Three minutes.)
Lithaladhwen: (My roommates are watching me type.)
Lithaladhwen: (Hi Beth. Hi Abbie.)
blender_bunny@mac.com: And then Rick was a zombie... or blind.
Lithaladhwen: (Now there's a slapping fight.)
blender_bunny@mac.com: ((slapping fight?))
PapatymisonN: (Beth, tell Ashley to smile all the time and like everything I link her too. You too, Abbie.)
Deus Fio: (...I think I might be having an allergic reaction.)
Lithaladhwen: (Anyway. RP.)
Deus Fio: (Or have a fucking cold sore on the back of my tongue.)
Lithaladhwen: *Jimbo gets hit with another dart, and that doesn't feel so good. He can't feel his extremities as well. Luckily he's shot the remainder of the guys.*
Deus Fio: (The back.)
Lithaladhwen: *Rick appears unaffected.*
PapatymisonN: ... fuck.
Lithaladhwen: *TO BOREAS*
Lithaladhwen: *While in the lab, Boreas notices that the fluid in all the little beakers and tubes and things is mostly a sickly yellowish clear fluid. Some of it is plainly blood.*
Lithaladhwen: *Most isn't blood, though. Maybe that's comforting and maybe it isn't.*
blender_bunny@mac.com: *Rick was experiencing life through the eyes of the blind and quickly beginning to hate the whole bloody lot of them*
Deus Fio: (Yeah, um, I might hop out in a half an hour if the ibuprofen I took doesn't make me either able to swallow without pain or stop salivating uncontrollably.)
Lithaladhwen: (Okay.)
PapatymisonN: (*gets Spleen a bucket* Get well soon, buddy.)
Lithaladhwen: (You with us for now?)
Deus Fio: (Aye.)
Deus Fio: This stuff looks interesting.
Lithaladhwen: *Are the boys downstairs going to do things now? Maybe head upstairs?*
Deus Fio: Too bad there's a chick who won't admit to digging me that I need to save!
Lithaladhwen: (Whoa, so now she digs him.)
Lithaladhwen: (The mind of Boreas is an interesting place.)
PapatymisonN: *trying to stand* Good luck with that... I can't feel my legs.
Lithaladhwen: *He can stand. He's just experiencing some numbness.*
Deus Fio: (Not quite as bad as Larifien or Seryntas.)
Deus Fio: *East door. Locked?*
Lithaladhwen: *Nope. He can move on.*
GC130A: *lends him a shoulder* Come on, walk it off. It's not like you'll die horribly in a couple minutes or anything.
PapatymisonN: ...
Deus Fio: *He does so.*
PapatymisonN: Let's just go...
Lithaladhwen: *They may do that.*
Lithaladhwen: *At the top of the stairs is a hallway.*
GC130A: *A spooky hallway?!*
Lithaladhwen: *Boreas finds a room with what looks like an exam table in it. The table's empty, but someone's been there.*
Lithaladhwen: *No. If other doors and cheap carpeting are spooky, you're in the wrong business.*
Deus Fio: (Or are Boreas.)
Lithaladhwen: (Well, yes. Or that.)
GC130A: *checks through the unlocked doors*
Deus Fio: (Boreas: AHHHHH PUCE CARPET WITH LITTLE YELLOW SQUARES!!!!!!!!)
Lithaladhwen: *For the sake of convenience, they find Boreas' little lab.*
Lithaladhwen: *Full party get.*
Deus Fio: Yo.
PapatymisonN: Hey.
Deus Fio: The carpeting outside in the hall scares the bejeebus outta me.
GC130A: Found anything good?
Deus Fio: And I can't find the goddamn inner sanctum.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Maybe we should just pull the fire alarms and have them come to us.
PapatymisonN: ... that seems stupid.
Deus Fio: Yeah, there's some chemicals in here and what looks like blood and there's an operating table in there *thumbs over his shoulder*.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Well it was Sarcas.
PapatymisonN: Any of them labeled "antidote"?
blender_bunny@mac.com: ((Sarcasm even >_>)0
GC130A: *checks through the lab materials. Hyper-science powers activate!*
Lithaladhwen: *Some of that thin yellowish fluid is plasma. From blood.*
Lithaladhwen: *Most of it, in fact. Looks like that's mostly what they were playing with in here.*
GC130A: *checks for the centrifuge*
Lithaladhwen: *There is one.*
GC130A: One second. *grabs some random test tubes and switches it on*
Lithaladhwen: *They spin.*
Lithaladhwen: *You want to play with the autoclave next?*
GC130A: *absolutely!*
Lithaladhwen: *Anyone want to stop him?*
Deus Fio: ...
Deus Fio: GIRL TO SAVE.
PapatymisonN: Yeah. Let's go.
GC130A: Fine, fine. Leave the blood-borne neurotoxins coursing through your system.
GC130A: *checks around for notes*
PapatymisonN: Unless you've got a degree in hematology...
GC130A: I once started a blood fight at a donation drive. That count?
Lithaladhwen: *He does find a little orange prescription bottle.*
Deus Fio: ...
Deus Fio: O_O
Lithaladhwen: *Boreas recognizes it. It's empty.*
Deus Fio: *snaps out of it*
Lithaladhwen: *But Nicki used to carry it around.*
Deus Fio: >_> Nicki's medicine?
GC130A: *label check!* For what?
Lithaladhwen: *It's usually prescribed for some Parkinson's patients.*
Deus Fio: She never really told me.
Lithaladhwen: *Odds are she's got it for something else.*
Deus Fio: I looked it up after I saw it for the first time. Sometimes people with Parkinson's take it.
GC130A: Weird.
Deus Fio: She's always looked steady as a rock to me, so...>_>
GC130A: Well, if she starts twitching wildly in our dramatic final battle it'll really put a crimp on our mojo.
Deus Fio: I have the weirdest feeling that things are interconnected come on let's go.
GC130A: *pockets it and moves on*
Lithaladhwen: *There's nothing else interesting or unusual in here, though.*
PapatymisonN: ... yeah, let's go...
GC130A: *mental note to come back and calibrate the pipets*
Lithaladhwen: *The next room they move through is one of those crazy supersanitizers you need to pass through before going into a clean room.*
Deus Fio: YOU ARE NOT TO PLAY WITH THE CONTROLS.
Lithaladhwen: *They do hear people talking in the room beyond, though. A woman is berating... someone. They can't hear specifics from here.
Lithaladhwen: *
blender_bunny@mac.com: And if you shut up we might get a drop.
GC130A: *just a finger to his lips*
GC130A: Shh. Science.
Deus Fio: O_O
Deus Fio: IM: SCIENCE!!!!!
Deus Fio: *snaps out of it*
Lithaladhwen: (Peter Venckman: Back off, buddy. I'm a scientist.)
PapatymisonN: *crouches, a bit uneasily*
Deus Fio: (No air ducts leading from here to there, I guess, not if it's a clean room.)
Lithaladhwen: (Nope.)
GC130A: *examines cover and funnel areas*
Lithaladhwen: *woman* --don't care anymore! We have enough! Just get the rest.
Lithaladhwen: *There's some muttered disapproval and noises of people moving around. Sounds of mild struggle? Perhaps!*
Deus Fio: *w* I hear confusion, let's add more.
Lithaladhwen: Woman: Oh, knock it off. We've been over this before. You already lied about the medication.
Lithaladhwen: Nicki: *quietly* I didn't... ....I just didn't... know what'd happen...
Lithaladhwen: Woman: Well, now we do. And now we only need half as much as we thought.
Deus Fio: *w* That's Nicki. Bill Nye, find the button that opens the door.
Deus Fio: Or cycles the airlock or teleports us or whatever.
Deus Fio: *nocks two arrows to his bowstring*
GC130A: Inertia is a property of matter. *searches!*
Lithaladhwen: *Button get.*
GC130A: *Button get!*
Lithaladhwen: *The door opens, and the party finds another room open to them.*
Deus Fio: *quietly hums the theme from Bill Nye the Science Guy*
PapatymisonN: Shh.
Lithaladhwen: *In the door is a woman they recognize as Dr. Mertoi. There are also four other people in there.There are two men armed with those dartguns, that large black guy from the news before with long sleeves, latex gloves, and a facemask.*
Lithaladhwen: *The reason why is apparent.*
Lithaladhwen: *In his arms is a young woman with stark red hair with black roots. Her hair's down now, but then it's been months since anyone saw her. She's got on hospital scrubs and stocking feet, and by the way tubes coming out of one arm.*
Lithaladhwen: *The men with guns raise them, while Mertoi and the gentleman holding Nicki move behind them.*
Lithaladhwen: *Who'll fire first? You if you reply quickly!*
PapatymisonN: *raises his weapon, trying to hide the shakes*
Deus Fio: IM: NICKI'S A SERIES OF-- *snaps out of it*
Deus Fio: *shooop!*
Lithaladhwen: *At whom is Boreas shooting?*
Deus Fio: *One of the gunmen finds two arrows flying at his gun hand.*
GC130A: *cover get!*
Deus Fio: *Disarm, disable, decapitate, Boreas isn't being picky.*
Lithaladhwen: *One hits his gun, and the other hits him in the forearm. He jerks back but doesn't drop his gun.*
Lithaladhwen: *The other guy opens fire on the group. Everyone roll d6.*
OnlineHost: GC130A rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
OnlineHost: PapatymisonN rolled 1 6-sided die: 1
OnlineHost: Deus Fio rolled 1 6-sided die: 1
OnlineHost: blender_bunny@mac.com rolled 1 6-sided die: 1
GC130A: (Jebus.)
Lithaladhwen: (Everyone but the nameless chap is hit by at least one dart. Rick gets two because it's useless and that amuses me.)
Lithaladhwen: (You can decide where.)
blender_bunny@mac.com: *Rick considers taking up a job as a fakir*
Deus Fio: OW FUCK.
blender_bunny@mac.com: *And then one hits him in the inner thigh and now he's angry*
PapatymisonN: MOTHER... >.<
blender_bunny@mac.com: YOU ALMOST HIT MY BOYS!
GC130A: Ohh here comes the slaughter.
Lithaladhwen: *Boreas, most notably, feels really warm suddenly.*
Deus Fio: *shoulder shot*
Lithaladhwen: *Like HOLYSHITMENOPAUSE warm*
Lithaladhwen: *Yeah, he hits.*
Deus Fio: (No, I mean he took a shot to the shoulder.)
PapatymisonN: *pulls out the dart... and... with effort... aims at the guy holding Nicki*
GC130A: *peeks out and tries to bag the big masked guy with a taser*
Lithaladhwen: ('kay.)
Deus Fio: (So what happens, again? I was paying less attention to chat and more attention to my own personal oral hell at the time.)
Deus Fio: (Boreas has what, syphilis?)
PapatymisonN: (HPV.)
GC130A: (Payback's a bitch, ain't it?)
Lithaladhwen: *The big guy, oddly enough, seems to be shielding Nicki with... himself. Either he's secretly a really nice guy, or he doesn't want her bleeding on him.*
Lithaladhwen: (And now. I described it for Boreas earlier.)
PapatymisonN: ... OK...
Deus Fio: (Just really warm, eh?)
PapatymisonN: *fires three bullets at Mertoi, then*
Lithaladhwen: (For now. He's having a hot flash. Also, now he's really agitated.)
Deus Fio: AAAAHHHHH WHY DO I HAVE A CIRCULATORY SYSTEEEEEM????
Deus Fio: IT'S IN MY BLOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!
Lithaladhwen: *She ducks behind the gunman Boreas wounded, and bolts for a door behind them.*
Deus Fio: (Whose turn?)
Lithaladhwen: (Whoever wants to do things.)
GC130A: *pulls a second taser and tries it out. If only those things weren't such a bitch to reload...*
PapatymisonN: ... fuck it.
PapatymisonN: *chases after the bitch*
Deus Fio: Not so fast, cutie.
Deus Fio: *WIND BITCHSLAP.*
Deus Fio: Air molecules freaking love me.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Excuse me sir, you seem to be holding my friend and- KNIFE TO THE KIDNEYS!
Lithaladhwen: *The woman's bitchslapped.*
blender_bunny@mac.com: *And that's the part in the joke where Richard stabs him*
PapatymisonN: *tackles the bitch*
GC130A: *And tasered?! :O*
Lithaladhwen: *The dude's stabbed, and drops Nicki. The tube pulls out of her arm and some blood trickles out.*
Lithaladhwen: *And yes. And tasered.*
GC130A: *'kay!*
Deus Fio: (Bitchslapped by wind, though.)
blender_bunny@mac.com: *Richard proceeds to kick a dude while he's down*
Lithaladhwen: *Mertoi is just spitting and cursing like the little angry broad she is. Mainly lot of stuff about freaks.*
Lithaladhwen: *The dude seems really concerned with getting the fuck away from Nicki, even if it gets him closer to Rick.*
Lithaladhwen: *Nicki rolls over onto her side and tries somewhat feebly to get up.*
PapatymisonN: *decides to shut her up by standing over her and shoving his weapon in her face*
Deus Fio: Am I the only one here...ohfuckthisisuncomfortable...who sees the irony in that if any of these guys were "freaks" like us we would be in a lot of trouble?
PapatymisonN: ANTIDOTE. OR. BULLETS.
blender_bunny@mac.com: *Richard decides Nicki is probably more important then kicking a man's testicles so he squats down beside her to give her aid instead*
Deus Fio: Because they'd be, like, effectual?
Lithaladhwen: *After a moment's hesitation, she reaches into her coat and hands over two vials.*
GC130A: Score one for the real guns.
Lithaladhwen: *She flinches away from him.* No.
GC130A: *examines the mooks*
PapatymisonN: *takes the vials... they for IV injections, or ingestion?*
Lithaladhwen: *Injection.*
PapatymisonN: Anyone got any clean syringes?
blender_bunny@mac.com: A little late for the entire not getting some of you inside me, wink wink nod nod.
Deus Fio: Damn, you know, I killed my heroin addiction last week or I would.
GC130A: Guilty as charged.
Lithaladhwen: Mertoi: Just wait until you get her out of here. You could well be dead before you reach the front door.
GC130A: *produces, hands over*
Deus Fio: Joke's on you, I'm flying out the window.
Lithaladhwen: *tiny little laugh* Shut up.
Deus Fio: But I'll bite, why are we going to be dead?
PapatymisonN: You're gonna be dead if this isn't the right stuff.
PapatymisonN: Arrow guy? Keep a bead on her.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Come on, lets get you some help.
Deus Fio: Arrow guy?
Lithaladhwen: Mertoi: Why don't you ask your little friend why? Or hasn't she told you.
Lithaladhwen: Nicki: They know. *accepts a hand from Rick*
Deus Fio: I AM BOREAS, WIND-WIELDER. I AM A VERY WELL-KNOWN SUPERHERO WHO HAS BEEN OPERATING OUT OF METRO CITY FOR ALMOST TWO AND A HALF YEARS.
PapatymisonN: JUST DO IT!
Deus Fio: *bead*
Lithaladhwen: *Nicki flinches at the sudden yelling*
PapatymisonN: *gets that vein-poppy, gonna shoot someone look in his eyes again...*
Lithaladhwen: *Boreas suddenly begins to hallucinate.*
Lithaladhwen: *Have fun.*
Deus Fio: (Oh, god...)
PapatymisonN: *puts his weapon on a table, and rolls up his sleeve**
PapatymisonN: (Nice one, Ashley...)
Deus Fio: GYAAAAAH WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?
GC130A: *wind wind wind wind...*
Deus Fio: *Boreas stumbles back and bumps into a table*
Lithaladhwen: Hey. Do the... the idiot first.
PapatymisonN: ... fine...
Deus Fio: (...god, I didn't even think of that.)
Deus Fio: BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GC130A: o_o
GC130A: Need a hand keeping him still?
PapatymisonN: Can someone ensure that that bitch dies if this doesn't work?
Lithaladhwen: Mertoi: Yes. See if you can do it in time with him hallucinating.
Lithaladhwen: Mertoi: *chuckles*
Deus Fio: *his next yell is accompanied by a blast of air moving outward from him*
Lithaladhwen: Mertoi: If I can take out even one of you aberrations, I've done my duty to my species.
PapatymisonN: *goes over to Boreas, is shoved over thanks to the wind...*
GC130A: *tucks and rolls!* This is gonna be interesting...
Lithaladhwen: *Yeah, Nicki can barely stand as it is. It's Rick's job to do just about everything right now.*
PapatymisonN: Dammit... *moving quickly, he tackles Borry, holding him down...*
Deus Fio: *he crumples to the ground and hides under the table*
Deus Fio: DAD! MOM!
PapatymisonN: *drags him out, holding his arm straight between his legs*
Lithaladhwen: Mertoi: Tick tock, tick tock....
Deus Fio: NO YOU BASTARD!!!
PapatymisonN: *injects the stuff into him...*
Deus Fio: *You're lucky Boreas isn't very strong and needs a lot of self-control to become mist.*
Deus Fio: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Deus Fio: *It should be noted that even (nominally) sane Boreas has a fear of needles.*
Deus Fio: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOUUUUUUU??????
Lithaladhwen: *Boreas will continue to hallucinate for a while. Incidentally his eyes and mouth are also kinda dry, but that may or may not be notable at this point.*
PapatymisonN: *backs off...*
Deus Fio: GET AWAY FROM MY PARENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Deus Fio: @_@ AHHHHHH!!!!!!
Deus Fio: I had my bow where did I PUT IT!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Deus Fio: *Boreas starts trying like mad to get his clothes off.*
Lithaladhwen: Mertoi: *laughs*
Deus Fio: BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!!!!!!!
GC130A: *wonders if high-voltage current will work on him...*
PapatymisonN: ... *all of a sudden, has to sit down...*
Deus Fio: (Ohshit that's Boreas's weakness XD)
PapatymisonN: Fuck it, he's not dead yet, so... *injects himself*
Deus Fio: (Especially in mist form.)
GC130A: (:O)
Deus Fio: (Electrical current plays absolute hell with his wind and mist powers.)
Deus Fio: (And his mist, which is always there even if you can't see it, is pretty highly conductive.)
PapatymisonN: *picks his weapon back up, points it at Mertoi*
GC130A: (The more you know!)
Deus Fio: *gets to his feet, half undressed and starts to run but trips and falls over*
Lithaladhwen: *Boreas' hallucinations are starting to thin out a little.*
blender_bunny@mac.com: What do they know, Nicki?
Deus Fio: *he looks into Jimbo's face and then at the ground and then scrambles onto a table, kicking aside notes and pens and whatever else is in his way*
Lithaladhwen: Nicki: Just keep the.... others away from me. Don't let th... them touch me.
Deus Fio: THERE'S TOO MANY! I CAN'T FIGHT THEM ALL!!!!!
Lithaladhwen: Mertoi: Well? What are you so agitated about? *bitterly* What exactly are you going to do? Shoot me? You're going to eliminate my whole species anyway. Why not start with me.
Lithaladhwen: Mertoi: Every genocide has its martyrs. This genocide will just be slower.
PapatymisonN: We ARE the same species, you stupid bitch.
Deus Fio: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
GC130A: Oh, fuck this. *tasers Boreas, too.*
Lithaladhwen: Mertoi: No. We're not. We're nothing alike. My people function according to the laws of physics. We belong in this world.
Lithaladhwen: Mertoi: We won't be pushed out by your kind as long as I'm alive, so you may as well shoot me now.
Deus Fio: >O< ZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
PapatymisonN: Okay.
Deus Fio: *You've never seen a tazer do that before. Little arcs of lightning ftw?*
PapatymisonN: *presses the weapon against the back of her head*
Lithaladhwen: *Boreas isn't seeing things that aren't there anymore! Hearing some weird stuff. But no visual things.*
GC130A: *resists the urge to zot down notes*
PapatymisonN: *.................... click*
Deus Fio: *he's also half-conscious and wimpering*
PapatymisonN: Heh. Maybe later. *reloads in an instant*
Deus Fio: *He's mumbling something.*
Deus Fio: I'm sorry Dad I'm sorry I couldn't stop them...
GC130A: Hey, Doctor?
Lithaladhwen: Mertoi: What?!
GC130A: *tosses her a card* Here. This guy is really good at rehabilitation for this sort of thing.
Lithaladhwen: *She waves it away, apparently disinterested*
GC130A: *shrug!*
Deus Fio: *groans, opens an eye, realizes he's lying on his face*
Lithaladhwen: *Yeah, Boreas feels better because this is super cinematic.*
Lithaladhwen: *weakly* ...hey, mister. You okay?
Deus Fio: (It's a native power all Metro City supers have.)
Deus Fio: What the fuck was that noise?
Deus Fio: Aaaahhhhk *covers his ears*
PapatymisonN: You're not dead.
Deus Fio: Okay. Think I'm good.
PapatymisonN: *gives the syringe to Blondie*
Deus Fio: Clearly not dead, heaven has plush carpeting.
Lithaladhwen: *glances at a clock* I need my meds. I ....need my meds. *to Mertoi* You bitch what did you-- *closes her eyes, regains control over basic consciousness and stuff, and then opens them again*
GC130A: *stores in a baggie of his own*
Lithaladhwen: Mertoi: You don't need them, you idiot.
Lithaladhwen: Nick: Yes I do! *her knees buckle and she puts a hand to her forehead*
Deus Fio: *tries to get himself into a sitting position, but can't*
Lithaladhwen: Nick: I need my blood. *sighs*
Deus Fio: Motherfucker who shocked me?
GC130A: *says nothing!*
GC130A: *notes Nicki* Wait, like back in the lab down the hall?
Lithaladhwen: Nicki: *growls* That was mine.
GC130A: Need it back?
Lithaladhwen: Nicki: You didn't touch it. *moans and sits on the floor* That's good.
Deus Fio: I have the weirdest feeling you can't just get a transfusion at Metro General, either.
GC130A: *says nooothing...*
Lithaladhwen: Nick: They can't touch me, but normal... blood'll be okay.
Lithaladhwen: Nick: I need my--
PapatymisonN: Can we go now.
Lithaladhwen: Mertoi: She's lying. She doesn't need that shit.
GC130A: We'll grab it on the way out.
Deus Fio: Ooookay...
Deus Fio: *Boreas' body shimmers for a moment and then he gets to his feet*
Lithaladhwen: Mertoi: You can leave me for now. I failed; I know that. But there are plenty of people who see what you're doing. I'm not the only one.
Lithaladhwen: Mertoi: And you can't get rid of all of us, or make us all look crazy.
GC130A: No, you're pretty good at that all by yourself.
Lithaladhwen: Mertoi: *sneers* Just wait.
PapatymisonN: That's what I was going to say.
Deus Fio: Leave you in a holding cell for kidnapping and plotting to commit a supercrime, yeah.
blender_bunny@mac.com: What they hell is she talking about not needing it?
Lithaladhwen: Mertoi: Because she's not going to die if she doesn't take it. She's just trying to pass as human. She isn't. She's a freak like you.
Lithaladhwen: Mertoi: Besides. It's an offlabel use.
Lithaladhwen: *as if that explains everything*
Deus Fio: Hey, you know what I do to pass as human? Nothing.
Deus Fio: Because I am human.
GC130A: Oh. Well then.
Deus Fio: ...okay, you caught me, I'm part Greek god.
Lithaladhwen: Nick: Can we not have this talk? Can we go and just leave... her for the cops... or shoot her or something?
Deus Fio: (Fun fact: Boreas refuses to admit that he's got a mutant X gene; he's right about being part god, but the bloodline's pretty diluted after 2700 years.)
Lithaladhwen: Mertoi: Run. Run along home with the other freaks.
Lithaladhwen: *Nick doesn't seem to have an answer for that one.*
Deus Fio: Oh, man, I can't wait for the orgy tonight.
GC130A: *walks over and picks up the honorable Doktor Mertoi* Right, going now.
Lithaladhwen: *She's not really fighting back at this point. Just bitching.*
Deus Fio: The giant one we have every night where we make a generation of people like us.
Deus Fio: Every night.
Deus Fio: I can't wait to have my turn with Million Womb Lady.
GC130A: ...
Lithaladhwen: Nick: *cracks a little smile* Can I get out of tonight's? I have a doctor's note and everything. *points at Mertoi*
PapatymisonN: I'll take her place.
Deus Fio: >_>
Deus Fio: Poor decision.
Deus Fio: *to Jimbo, that is*
PapatymisonN: ... never mind.
GC130A: See, that sounds like so much fun until I remember Tarantula Girl.
Lithaladhwen: *With some difficulty borne of dragging a prisoner and carrying another woman, they make it outside. The cops train all their guns on Mertoi and seem pretty enthused about the prospect of her maybe resisting.*
Deus Fio: Don't like your women hairy? Too au naturale for you?
Deus Fio: Or are you just not into the eight eyes?
GC130A: I think the part where she devours your entrails afterwards just didn't do it for me.
Deus Fio: That's a black widow, dude.
Lithaladhwen: Nick: Hey. Make sure th... that they destroy everything, okay? Bioh...azard. *looks like she's falling asleep*
GC130A: Noone ever said she had to stay true to form...
GC130A: It might've just been me.
Deus Fio: Dammit, Bill Nye.
Deus Fio: *to the cops* Bring me the Chief, guys.
GC130A: *musing to himself* The bit about her abdomen looking extra bulbous may have been too much...
Lithaladhwen: *The cops retrieve an older guy that Boreas recognizes as the man in charge.*
Deus Fio: Ah, hello sir. How are the kids?
Lithaladhwen: Katie's still grounded from last week, but Kale only got one B this term. I assume that's our lovely doctor?
Lithaladhwen: *Mertoi scowls*
Lithaladhwen: (Lag.)
GC130A: Hand-wrapped and delivered, sir.
Deus Fio: Kale's gonna cure AIDS, sir.
PapatymisonN: Hope you don't mind the dead goons. Self defense, and all that.
Lithaladhwen: Perhaps. What do we do with Miss Temin, here? Would it do any good getting her to a hospital?
Lithaladhwen: Nick: I can't go there. *tired head shake* Too dangerous.
Deus Fio: Walk with me for a moment and I'll talk to you about it.
Lithaladhwen: ...Uh huh.
Lithaladhwen: Right.
Lithaladhwen: *Seems prepared to do this.*
Deus Fio: *gets the chief out of earshot of everyone else*
Deus Fio: The girl's not normal. I think that much should be obvious.
GC130A: *forks the villain over to whoever happens to be around*
Lithaladhwen: Aside from the weird hair?
Lithaladhwen: I mean, I imagine Mertoi wanted her for somethin'.
Deus Fio: *grins* Aside from the weird hair.
Deus Fio: I don't know how much of what has gotten to the media.
Lithaladhwen: Nothing. Only that the girl was there.
Deus Fio: Good. Thank God.
Lithaladhwen: Why? That bad?
Lithaladhwen: *Nick once again seems really really keen on sitting on the ground.* I like the ground.
Lithaladhwen: It stays in one place.
Deus Fio: She likes to keep it a secret, but I'm going to tell you because I trust you: She's a walking poison, from what I can tell.
Lithaladhwen: ...A what?
Deus Fio: Her blood was going to be the toxic element.
Lithaladhwen: ......Jesus.
Lithaladhwen: So that's why she won't go to a hospital. No shit.
Deus Fio: She lost so much blood, though.
Lithaladhwen: Well, from what we know, she was probably there for a while.
Lithaladhwen: She was absent from classes for over three weeks.
Deus Fio: It amazes me, almost, that she's able to stay conscious.
Lithaladhwen: *shrugs* Have to ask her. S'not my area.
Deus Fio: *nods* And we didn't know because she wouldn't listen to me. I warned her about this exact thing.
Deus Fio: Splitting hairs. The point is, I would request that none of this gets out beyond you and me and my friends and the immediate doctors and nurses that will treat her.
Lithaladhwen: I don't know. I think this is exactly why I wouldn't have told you, honestly.
Lithaladhwen: But yeah. I getcha.
Lithaladhwen: So... lotta transfusions, and nobody touches her. Treat her as a walking biohazard for now.
Deus Fio: Yeah.
Lithaladhwen: Anything else?
Deus Fio: Oh, and tell your teams to assume that any blood they see inside has been contaminated by bad juju.
Deus Fio: And there's a guy on the roof who's probably getting cold.
Deus Fio: He shot at me, the bastard.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, well. He should hope he doesn't shoot at Steve. He gets a little trigger happy with the grenades. Don't think the Powers That Be would want us blasting up their roof.
Deus Fio: I blew his gun off the roof.
Lithaladhwen: We'll get rid of everything. Standard coverup procedure, yada yada yada.
PapatymisonN: (really tired...)
Lithaladhwen: (Hey. Spleen's still here and he's got the pox.)
Deus Fio: (Spleen has recovered!)
Deus Fio: (Thank ibuprofen and cough drops.)
PapatymisonN: (Also have to open the gas station tomorrow...)
Lithaladhwen: (Ah, well. Then that's worse than the pox.)
Deus Fio: Right, well.
Deus Fio: As always, thank you for your discretion, say "hi" to the missus...
Deus Fio: ...uh...
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, I get it.
Deus Fio: ...don't talk to strangers, don't block fire exits, never spit into the wind?
Lithaladhwen: I think it's pissing into the wind, but yeah.
Lithaladhwen: General idea.
Lithaladhwen: You can, uh... fly off or whatever it is you need to do.
Deus Fio: Sir, I am keeping it together by a thread right now; I'm going to ride in the minivan with the others and probably sleep all the way back to wherever they decide to drop me.
Lithaladhwen: Heh. I'd offer a police escort, but that's sorta contrary to the goal of sleeping.
Lithaladhwen: We'll take care of the girl. I'll keep you posted.
Deus Fio: Thank you very much. *offers his hand*
Lithaladhwen: *shakes* Always a pleasure.
Deus Fio: Of course.
Lithaladhwen: *Heads off to go give orders and stuff*
Deus Fio: *turns back and moseys on over to the others*
Deus Fio: Everything is going according to my evil plot...mwehehe...
Deus Fio: No, seriously, we're good and we can go.
PapatymisonN: Good. More alcohol after this.
Lithaladhwen: *Someone's given Veronica a blanket, and she's sitting and waiting for the nurses to figure out how to test her blood type.*
Deus Fio: (Carefully.)
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah, basically.)
Lithaladhwen: *They could ask her, but she's half-asleep as it is. They'd get nothing useful.*
Deus Fio: >_> That girl deserves a hug, but first I'd need to borrow a biohazard suit.
PapatymisonN: Let's just go. The guy I stole the van from is probably awake by now.
Deus Fio: .....................................
GC130A: I thought that's where you got it from...
Deus Fio: 9_9
Deus Fio: I am so fucking exhausted right now I don't even care.
PapatymisonN: Do I look like a minivan guy?
GC130A: Hey, minivans are nice.
PapatymisonN: *snickers* MAN you guys are gullible...
GC130A: Most low-profile vehicle on the road and all.
Deus Fio: Yeah.
Deus Fio: Did you know that 98% of white vans are being used for a nefarious scheme of some kind?
PapatymisonN: Yeah, but you still wouldn't catch me dead in one unless it was an emergency.
Deus Fio: Full-sized vans only.
Deus Fio: I attack them on sight if there's a grate in the back window.
Lithaladhwen: (Good man.)
Deus Fio: (I have nothing further to do but expound upon this as Boreas and I get more and more tired.)
Lithaladhwen: </RP>
PapatymisonN: I bet you've pissed off fish delivery men.
PapatymisonN: </rp>
Lithaladhwen: And we end with fish delivery men.
Lithaladhwen: Fitting somehow.
Deus Fio: </Arpeeeeeeeeeee>
PapatymisonN: 4 1/2 hours sleep... I'M LIVIN' ON THE EDGE, BABY!
Lithaladhwen: Anyway. Thanks for tolerating my silly MarySuePlotofJustice.
Deus Fio: See? He can turn it on and off!
Lithaladhwen: Gave us something to do at least.
PapatymisonN: Indeed. I'd give you a kiss on the cheek and thank you for chat RP, but you'd punch me.
PapatymisonN: Thank you for chat RP.
Lithaladhwen: Thanks and you're welcome.
PapatymisonN: Now... goodnight, everyone.
GC130A: It was neat!
GC130A: Night, Cha!
Deus Fio: I like when my characters gain extra definition.
Lithaladhwen: G'night Charles.
PapatymisonN has left the room.
GC130A: I need to work on mine more. D:
MajorGeneralTso: ...
Deus Fio: And apparently Boreas has a thing he does when he needs to be serious.
Lithaladhwen: Does he?
Deus Fio: Yeah. One sec.
Deus Fio: Four times, he had an insane tangential thought when he was trying to be serious and he went "*snaps out of it*"
Lithaladhwen: He can also be quite professional when he's trying.
Lithaladhwen: I was impressed.
blender_bunny@mac.com has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: Someone will tell Nicki later.
Deus Fio: Honestly, so was I >_>
Deus Fio: Also, I play with shit when I'm RPing and my roommate must think I'm crazy.
Deus Fio: I throw things around, I make weird noises, my leg twitches, it's really weird.
Lithaladhwen: ....
Lithaladhwen: I was also surprised by Boreas' ability to be personally concerned about other people. I kind of anticipated the gloryhound "savin'em because it's what makes me awesome" approach.
Deus Fio: It's an autism thing. It's the main proof that I'm on the spectrum.
Deus Fio: Nah. Boreas cares a great deal, he just hates when people think he's emotionally deep.
Deus Fio: It's a problem I've given to a couple of my characters.
Lithaladhwen: Boreas has it pretty bad.
Deus Fio: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stimming
Deus Fio: Fwah.
Deus Fio: I do that.
Lithaladhwen: Interesting!
Lithaladhwen: I swear. The internet has autism like Africa has sickle-cell anemia.
Deus Fio: *shrug*
Lithaladhwen: So the question is, is the internet some sort of haven for autistic folk, or does extensive internet usage fuck you up?
Deus Fio: I was diagnosed before the internet became popular, so don't use me as an example.
Deus Fio: I was diagnosed then undiagnosed then diagnosed again.
Deus Fio: It's funny. I worked with autistic kids for a week as part of the camp for the mentally disabled I worked at.
Deus Fio: Some of the time I had to keep myself from yelling "I am one of you."
Lithaladhwen: Oh?
Lithaladhwen: Why?
Deus Fio: Because I think some of them felt like they weren't understood.
Deus Fio: But I didn't want it to get around that I show many of the telltale signs (some partial immunity to optical illusions, a complete inability to read eyes, etc.).
Deus Fio: Because there's a very definite stigma. Anyway. Not important.
Lithaladhwen: Inability to read eyes?
Deus Fio: Yeah. There was actually a test on it I saw.
Deus Fio: A photograph of a human from the bridge of the nose to the eye sockets is shown.
Deus Fio: Four different emotions are given as choices.
Deus Fio: A normal person should be able to figure out which one it is.
Lithaladhwen: ....That sounds hard.
Lithaladhwen: I need the eyebrows.
Deus Fio: You might be surprised.
Lithaladhwen: Well, part of it is that I wasn't really a big eye-contact person until very very recently.
Lithaladhwen: So I got more used to reading mouths and posture.
Lithaladhwen: I only know eyebrows from drawing.
Deus Fio: Dangit. I can't find the eye test online.
Lithaladhwen: I still say it sounds hard.
Deus Fio: OKAY EXAM IN THE MORNING (11:00, but still) SO BED TIME FOR SPLEEN.
Lithaladhwen: 'kay! Seeya.
Lithaladhwen: Thanks for playing! I appreciate you staying to the end.
Deus Fio: I'm in college, dood.
Deus Fio: What else was I gonna do?
Lithaladhwen: Heh.
Deus Fio: I stay up till 2 most nights, and tomorrow's my latest start.
Deus Fio: I <3 Thursdays until 3:30 because I hate my lab TA for chem.
Deus Fio: Okay, later.
Lithaladhwen: Seeya.
Deus Fio has left the room.
GC130A: That was fun! Thanks for inviting me.
MajorGeneralTso: ...Oom oom oom.
Lithaladhwen: Thanks for coming.
Lithaladhwen: I appreciate you playing.
MajorGeneralTso: I am unappreciated. Oom...
Lithaladhwen: I appreciate you lurking.
Lithaladhwen: But I'd like it more if you played. =/
MajorGeneralTso: Yes...I also would have liked that more...
MajorGeneralTso: ...Oom
MajorGeneralTso: .
GC130A: Quick, get that man a mana potion!
MajorGeneralTso: ...Oom?
GC130A: Yes.
MajorGeneralTso: ...I don't get it.
GC130A: It isn't that funny. Out of Mana.
GC130A: It is the eternal chant of MMO healers everywhere.
MajorGeneralTso: Oh.
MajorGeneralTso: ...I just say it because I like the noise. Oom.
GC130A: That works too!