Session Start: Thu Dec 06 21:33:44 2001
* Logging #whosim to 'logs\bing6.txt'
<AlxKeegan> do we need to do a casting call, or is it not necessary tonight?
<Jacie> Why not?
<Jacie> <====== Empress Monica
<Dr10> <=== The Doctor (enjoying these between worlds adventures)
<AlxKeegan> <============Eos
<Dr10> <Eos is rapidly becoming a real favorite of mine.>
<AlxKeegan> <yippee!!!>
<TheBrig> <======== Hawkman "Hey I was on Days of My Life" Joey
<Dr10> <LOL>
*** TheBrig is now known as HawkmanJoey
<AlxKeegan> <and look, Irish is green with jealousy:-)>
<AlxKeegan> <just kidding>
<AlxKeegan> <little joke there>
*** Jacie is now known as EmpMonica
*** AlxKeegan is now known as DWEos
<Dr10> No one threatens Irish. 
<HawkmanJoey> <The Dr has had a lot of good looking lady companions ;-) >>
<Dr10> He needs no approval from anyone.
<DWEos> that's quite true
<IrishTCat> Meow Meow 
<Dr10> <Yep, the ratings, you know>
<Dr10> <Kick it my crew>
<EmpMonica> <Hehe. You should hear his 5th self recount his lady companions in Loups-Garoux. Quite a ladies' man he is.>
<DWEos> <I'll roll the credits now>
<EmpMonica> <Break a leg!>
<DWEos> <<<The New Adventures of Dr. Who Simulation>>>
<DWEos> <<Adventures on Planet Bing, Part Six - Finale>>
<DWEos> <<<by Rob L. Stubbs>>>
<EmpMonica> # = Rebel Base
<HawkmanJoey> <<Whose leg ::Grabs War Hammer:: ;-) >>
<IrishTCat> <<All I see is the Brotherhood >> 
<EmpMonica> # ::lies unconscious on the floor::
<DWEos> # :::Eos has nothing to say before she loses conciousness from the gauntlet beam::
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor gropes for consciousness:::
<IrishTCat> # ::Delance groans as he slowly wakes up:: What the devil ? 
<EmpMonica> # ::beside her bodies line the floor::
<EmpMonica> <place after her line for background>
<Dr10> #::Swirling mists with scowling faces stream before the Doctor's mind's eye:::
<IrishTCat> # ::Delance grabs his head before standing up being of the noble hero variety and tougher than nails:: 
<EmpMonica> # ::moans in her sleep, in pain or a nightmare::
<Dr10> #::The Doctor thinks he recognizes some of the faces, and that makes him shudder.:::
<Dr10> #:::The Doctor shudders awake and his eyes snap open.:::
<IrishTCat> # D> ::looks at all of the bodies and starts checking pulses double checks the Doctors to make sure he felt that pulse rate right:: 
<DWEos> #:::Eos' nose wrinkles as she stirs restlessly:::
<Dr10> #:: The Doctor sits up and looks around at the scene at the rebel base.:::
<IrishTCat> # D> Wake up .. Its not time for naps.. We have to stop Ming.. If we don't then my noble ancestor might rise up from the dead and critize me. 
<Dr10> # I say, Delance, that a bracelet you want to be wary of...
<IrishTCat> @ - Emperors Room
<DWEos> # :::Eos' wakes up quickly, suffering no ill effects from the blast:::
<Dr10> # :::The Doctor sinks deep in thought:::
<IrishTCat> @ ::Ming and Hawkman Joey appear beside the bedside of the unconscious Emperor:: 
<EmpMonica> # Hmmm... hmmmm... Chandler! ::startles awake::
<DWEos> # ::::she checks for the key and tracking device:::
<DWEos> # They're gone!
<HawkmanJoey> @::::Marvels at the transportation:::Amazing device. With something like this you could..well conquer the universe!
<IrishTCat> # D> I just couldn't beleive my former comrade could betray me like that.. ::hangs head:: 
<Dr10> #:::The Doctor smiles at Eos::: You seem well, my dear. A rough business this, I'm afraid.
<EmpMonica> # Oh, it's you. ::rubs eyes:: What happpened? Zom! Where is that traitor?
<DWEos> # :::Looks around for the other keys:::
<DWEos> # Yes, the villains do seem to play hardball.
<IrishTCat> # D> That was not Zom .. Somehow Ming has found a way to return from the grave and possess the Grand Vizier.. 
<Dr10> #I believe those principle characters have now changed locations, probably to complete their dastardly deeds.
<EmpMonica> # Ming? The evil emperor that shrine talked about?
<IrishTCat> @ ::Ming laughs:: We do not need that device to conquer the universe , my winged comrade . 
<EmpMonica> # What are they going to do? And what have they done with Chandler?
<Dr10> # I don't think Ming has the staying power to be making aa comeback now. Probably someone has been using his legend.
<HawkmanJoey> @ True, with the cunning of a man like you such devices would probably be unnecessary
<IrishTCat> @ ::Ming looks impatient:: Hurry up and take the final key.. It hangs around the Emperor's neck.. 
<Dr10> #This entire key part of the story is just not adding up. Ifd there are four keys and we found three of them, then where is the fourth key? Why weren't we used to find it as we were the others?
<DWEos> # Does this mean they've gone to take control of the weather machine?
<HawkmanJoey> @ ::Ripps chain in twoo sanacthing the Emperor's key::
<EmpMonica> <switch Eos & Doctor's lines, I think.>
<DWEos> <sure, can do that>
<IrishTCat> # D> No I must disagree.. My ancestor spoke of Ming adding his complete discription in a private journal passed down through the family.. That was Ming .. 
<HawkmanJoey> @ Bah, what a boring design... My wing is far more appropriate.
<EmpMonica> # Maybe it doesn't exist? Or maybe he already knows where it is. Zome, or Ming, or whoever he is, sure acted smug enough about it.
<Dr10> #They must already have it. They must have all the keys now.
<HawkmanJoey> <<Dooh, sorry stuttering>>
<EmpMonica> # What was all that cryptic speak about? Why not just shoot us an be done with it.
<Dr10> #And the combination of those kleys in the hands of Ming could undo the good work that was done here so long ago!
<EmpMonica> # God, I hate smug villains. It is just so passe.
<HawkmanJoey> <<What and not tell the hero hiis plans to conquer, what kind of villian would do that? :-)>>
<IrishTCat> # D> Ming loved to torment his enemies before killing them .. That was how the Three managed to defeat him most of the time. 
<EmpMonica> # ::imitating villain:: You know I will win because I am so dastardly handsome, blah blah blah. I have this really long mustache, blah blah blah. And by the way I knew where everything was. You are my mere puppets. Blah blah blah. It's so tacky.
<HawkmanJoey> @ :::Stands comparing the Emperor's key to his key::
<DWEos> <ruth says hi, she was online briefly>
<Dr10> # :::The Doctor snaps his fingers:: That's it! The key not accounted for must be already around the neck of the one who is about to use it! He stands on the brink of absoplute and align power on this planet. The personal activation of the weather system must be stopped.
<EmpMonica> <Oh, I miss her.>
<IrishTCat> @ M> Hurry up and activate the keys so I can gain control of the weather device from this foolish Terran. And then we can go about conquering the universe.. 
<HawkmanJoey> <plse return that greeting when you get the chance along with a "We miss you">>
<Dr10> <align ==> malign>
<DWEos> <okey dokey!>
<EmpMonica> # Of course. Anyone knows a good comic villain wears the final symbol of power as jewelry. See? Tac.. ky!
<EmpMonica> # And that outfit...!
<HawkmanJoey> @ ::Takes out device he took from the  Doctor and activates his key first::
<HawkmanJoey> <<Groaan, -D>>
<Dr10> # ::The Doctor stands and begins bustling about the room::: Well, what goees out must be able to, well ... go out again. I should think.
<Dr10> #My guess is that we have an operational teleportation device here, and it may very well have the coordinates of its last destination.
<DWEos> # :::stands up also:::
<EmpMonica> # Oh don't you get cryptic now, Doctor.
<IrishTCat> # D> I think the final symbol is at the shrine .. 
<EmpMonica> # ::stands up, brushing herself off::
<HawkmanJoey> @ ::With one hand he lifts the Emperor and casually tosses him over a shoulder  before following the transformed Grand Vizer::
<EmpMonica> <switch Monica's lines with Doc's last line>
<IrishTCat> @ ::Ming hurries to the Key Room :: 
<EmpMonica> # Um Delance sweety. Pay attention. Zom/Ming is wearing the key.
<IrishTCat> # D> But that device is too complex for us to figure out in time .. 
<EmpMonica> # Which means he already has ultimate control over that machine. How are we supposed to stop him?
<Dr10> # ::The Doctor begins progrraming a small control panel he has found::: Yes, here it is, and a basic supramolecule scan pattern system. Not what I prefer, but it should do.
<IrishTCat> <<Actually the key was around the Emperors neck. The guy who already controls the weather control device >> 
<DWEos> # I'm sure it's not too difficult for the Doctor!
<EmpMonica> # we could always ask him about his wardrobe. I'm sure that'll kill a good 10 minutes with his gloating.
<Dr10> # Well, it is an older system, but I have a lot of experience with older systems. This one should be working shortly.
<IrishTCat> # D> You understand this device ? You must be as smart as Zharkov .. 
<HawkmanJoey> & = The Key Room
<Dr10> # Yes! And here is the code of the last teleportation. It looks like the coordinates of what must be the power control area.
<EmpMonica> <Ah yes, Rob. But these two emperors confuse my muddled brain.>
<HawkmanJoey> & :: Props the unconsious Bing agaiinst a  machine with electricity arcing between 2 rods::
<IrishTCat> # D > Now we must plan how to take out our enemies .. I suggest if that you can operate this device that we beam in around those two and initiate a surprise attack..
<Dr10> # ::The Doctor rises from the chair and spreads out his arms::: Now listen to me. A doorway has been opened. We need to go through it and stop this inane plan from going forward. If that really is Ming, his revenge will be teerrible. Because he is so, well, merciless.
<HawkmanJoey> & :::Smiles and pats the former Emperor's head. Then crosses to Zom and hands him the keys::
<IrishTCat> & M> ::looks happy:: Now we just put the keys in the proper slots and that will reset the weather control system. 
<DWEos> # Evil must always be stopped.  It's what good people are supposed to do!
<IrishTCat> & ::Ming frowns as the light from the keys shines on the wall revealing a riddle:: Damn Zarchov ! 
<EmpMonica> # Too right. We'll show him merciless... ness.
<Dr10> # ::The Doctor nods to Delance:: Mostly right. BUT, we need to also beam into the control room and disable the device from there. You must take the bravest part, for a hero is what you are!
<HawkmanJoey> ::Beams:: And then we can make the little fool dance for us
<HawkmanJoey> & Maybe wear a belled hat and juggle?
<IrishTCat> & M> "To reset the world 
<IrishTCat> you must enter the keys in the proper order. What comes first to what comes 
<IrishTCat> last." 
<EmpMonica> <Mean, Joey, mean. ;)>
<Dr10> #::The Doctorr nods at Eos:: Will you accompany me, my dear. We need to restore some predictability to the weather around here.
<EmpMonica> # What do I do?
<IrishTCat> & M > We must enter the keys in the proper order .. But what order is the proper order ? 
<HawkmanJoey> @ After all how can a person show mercy if his victim isn't there so he could be shown mercy? ::snortss derisively::
<Dr10> # You can buy us vaaluable time, Empress, your arrrival will be quite a surprise to all.
<HawkmanJoey> <<ty>
<DWEos> # Of course I will! :::smiles:::
<HawkmanJoey> <<Dooh & not @>>
<DWEos> <we got our first Lord of the Rings goblets from Burger King today>
<EmpMonica> # Right. Surprising entrances are my specialty.
<Dr10> # ::The Doctor gestures towards two circles painted on the floor::: I should have noticed these before. The smaller one will take you to the last location this device was used for. The larger circle will take us, I dearly hope, to the control room of the complex.
<IrishTCat> & M> Pay attention to what I am saying you winged cretin .. If we don't get the order right then our plans to take over the planet will be for naught.
<HawkmanJoey> & It's simple. Earth, air, fire, water!
<DWEos> # Keen!
<EmpMonica> # Well then... ::crosses to the circles:: Let's get going.
<Dr10> #Mind you, I have gotten my sums wrong before, but I have tried to be thorough. We bshould hurry because the game is afoot.
<IrishTCat> & M > And why do you say that? Do you have any idea at all ? 
<EmpMonica> # Oh Doctor, try not to muss my hair, alright?
<Dr10> #:::The Doctor activates some portions of the panel he has been working on, and moves over to the larger circle.::
<DWEos> # :::goes over to the larger circle:::
<EmpMonica> # ::primps hair and rolls sleeves ready for battle::
<Dr10> # I will do what I can, Empress.
<HawkmanJoey> & ahh :::Shuffles a bit;;; Well first there was  a planet you know earth then came atmosphere air
<DWEos> <the local burger king only had the arwen goblet, so I got two of those, will try other stores for the other ones>
<Dr10> # ::The Doctorr stands next to Eos and winks::: This is the part I usually like the best.:::
<HawkmanJoey> & Then there was fire from the sky then water to put oout the fire
<DWEos> # :::winks back and prepares herself for the teleportation::
<IrishTCat> & M > Just as I thought You know nothing ..  ::shakes head at being always surrounded by such intellectual dimwits:: 
<Dr10> # First impressions aree very important, you know....
<Dr10> #::Eos and thee Doctor shimmer out of existence as the teleportation takes place.:::
<EmpMonica> # ::shuts eyes as the wind whips up around her and the world flashes out in bright light::
<HawkmanJoey> & THEn...ahhh. ::Snaps fingers:: Of course!   ... Air. Earth, Fire , Water
<Dr10> # = Control Room
<EmpMonica> # ::as she vanishes her voice trails off:: Damn, my hair...
<HawkmanJoey> Alphabetical order ::Swells with pride at his genius::
<Dr10> # ::The Doctor blinks his eyes as he reappears in the control room. He smiles.::: Very good, very good. Not even a half-inch fall to the floor. 
<EmpMonica> & = Key Room (reminder for Monica)
<DWEos> # :::replies to the Doctor as they appear in the control room:::
<IrishTCat> & M > First there is the fire this represents the planets molten core .. Then the layer of rock surrounds the fire representing earth. Then you have the moisture that covers the earth representing water . and then you have the atmosphere of the planet representing Air .. 
<EmpMonica> <I'll hold off till the device is reset.>
<DWEos> # I've heard that.  It seems to me that keeping an open mind when you meet others is a good plan, as well.
<IrishTCat> & M > So the proper order is Fire , Earth, Water , and Air . ::Ming enters the keys in that order:: 
<Dr10> #Well, my dear, let's seee what we have here. Doubtless therre are security codes and defenses. Glad there aren't a lo of thick-headed guards around.
<HawkmanJoey> & ::Laughs:: That's ridiculous, If there were fire inside a planet it would burn your feet
<DWEos> # Oh yes, I'm all in favor of avoiding thick-headed guards.
<IrishTCat> & ::A low hum is heard as the device resets :: 
<DWEos> # ::shudders as she remembers the chaos that ensued the last time they met one::
<IrishTCat> & M> As you can see I was right .. 
<EmpMonica> & ::a small breeze whips up and a flash of light fills the room::
<DWEos> # :::Eos begins peering around at the control panels:::
<EmpMonica> & ::when the light diminishes, Delance and Monica, her hair tossed in a wild knotted pattern, are seen.::
<IrishTCat> & ::A bell chime rings in the air indicating the weather control system has reset it's self 
<HawkmanJoey> & Now if you were on earth and it got cold from the wind blowing you'd light a fire and then when you were warm you'd put out the fire with water. So Earth, Wind, Fire and then Water
<IrishTCat> & :: The Emperor moans slightly ::
<DWEos> # ::::begins to sing quite softly to herself as she looks but doesn't touch the controls:::
<EmpMonica> <Shall I take over Chandler?>
<HawkmanJoey> & ::Starts from the moan and realises the machine has already reset::
<DWEos> # ~David walked into the valley, with a stone clutched in his hand~
<IrishTCat> & D> We have come to stop your evil MING!  ::Delance pounces on the Hawkman::
<Dr10> # :::The Doctor scans tthee controls before deciding where the best entry point is. He picks a small screen on one wall and begins pecking at it.:::
<DWEos> # ~He was only a boy, but he knew someone must take a stand~
<EmpMonica> <Or not. I can take him whenever you want Rob.>
<IrishTCat> <<Go ahead Jen Jen >> 
<HawkmanJoey> & ::Slinks over to Binng muttering:: Well at least mine made sense
<IrishTCat> & M > You! You are suppose to be dead ! :: Ming looks shocked:: 
<DWEos> # :::she continues to hum the tune to herself as she admires the adroit manipulation of complex forces involved in controlling the weather:::
<Dr10> #:::The Doctor listens to Eos sing and smiles as he works. He knows that she will also break into the system, but in a completely different way. She is amazing, he thought.:::
<EmpMonica> & Right! ::stops fiddling with her hair:: Your days are numbered Ming. I mean, today's the day you stop. I mean, oh hell... ::flies at Ming and tackles him::
<IrishTCat> & ::Ming mutters :: I knew I shouldn't have trusted that cretin to do a proper job .. 
<HawkmanJoey> & :::Pulls Bing to his feet  and snarls at him:: If there was fire inside a planet it would burn or the earth would smother the fire, right?
<DWEos> # ::she presses a touchpad and smiles as a holographic "Welcome" sign pops up:::
<HawkmanJoey> & ::Watches Monica with a new stirring interest:: Ahh... Now theree's fire for you
<Dr10> # :::The Doctorr is among tthe security protocols and scans them quickly, notes how crude they are. Then, he notices something different, something far more subtle.:::
<EmpMonica> & You'll find I'm very surprising, Zom/Ming. ::looking up at Joey:: Hey, you leave Chandler alone, you bully!
<Dr10> #Well, what have we here?
<IrishTCat> & ::Delance tries to put a hammerlock on the bulky Hawkman:: 
<DWEos> # :::sounds of arguing reach the Doctor & Eos
<DWEos> 's ears:::
<HawkmanJoey> & :::Laughss and hold Bing over his head playing keep away::
<EmpMonica> & Ha ha! ::cheers on Delance:: Take that Hawkman!
<DWEos> # What is it, Doctor?
<IrishTCat> & ::Delance grabs a wing and twists it :: Pay attention to me you thick headed bird brain .. 
<EmpMonica> & No! ::turns to Ming pressing her elbow in his neck:: Tell him to put CHandler down.
<HawkmanJoey> & :::Falls from blow but springs back roaring :: Hhhhhhaaaawwwwwkkkkk!
<Dr10> #:: As the display flashes rapidly in front of him the Doctor begins to see the pattern of the elegant code, buried within itself.::: Very sophisticated. It must be a design by, wait, of course!
<Dr10> #::The Doctor nods his head and smiles::: Nice work, Doctor Z!
<HawkmanJoey> & :: Head butts Delancie:: Hey, don't you know that hurts?
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<DWEos> # ::begins talking to the computers, keeping herself from shuddering at the coarse language the computer uses:::
<EmpMonica> & ::CHandler's body clatters to the ground, Monica winces but sees he's alright::
<EmpMonica> <Hey Heather!>
<DWEos> <hi heather!>
<HawkmanJoey> <<Hi Heather>>
<DocEight> <<Hey Guys!>>
<IrishTCat> & D > Perhaps I would have been better off hitting him over the head with a heavy object:: Delance flies across teh room  from the blow:: 
<DWEos> <how did the driving lesson go?>
<IrishTCat> & M > Must I do everything myself.. ::Ming jumps om the Empress:: 
<DocEight> <<Pretty good, I haven't hit anything yet :-D>>
<Dr10> # ::The Doctor calls out to Eos:: Wait a moment, my dear, I think I have found something. Do not disable the system. Leave it as it is.
<HawkmanJoey> & ::::Smooths feathers back into place::
<DWEos> # :::looks at the Doctor, one eyebrow quirked questioningly::
<EmpMonica> & Hey! ::finds herself rolled over and pinned to the ground:: My hair, my hair, not my hair!
<DWEos> <hurray!! that's a good thing>
<HawkmanJoey>  & Ruffle my feathersss   would you? You   prancing girlie man
<EmpMonica> & ::Chandler mumbles to himself on the ground::
<IrishTCat> & M > I am very weary of you Empress Monica with your irrational desires and yuor incesseant cleaning .. 
<DWEos> <I remember the first time I drove on the road in driving class...>
<Dr10> #Trust me Eos.
<EmpMonica> & Cleaniness is next to godliness, you slobbering slob.
<EmpMonica> & Let go of my hair, you brute!
<DWEos> <driving down a two-lane road, a car approaching, not daring to look at the speedometer, hoping to God I wouldn't hit the other car>
<IrishTCat> & M > And your endless talking about your friends back on Terra.. They are all idiots and fools like yourself.. 
<DWEos> # :::removes her hands from the console and smiles at the Doctor::: Of course!
<Dr10> # ::The Doctor turns towards the door, rises from his chair, and stands in the middle of the room facing the door, listening to the commotion outside.::: Well, well, I think here comes trouble and a bad attitiude!
<IrishTCat> &M> I almost wish I had picked that other group I had under observation Elaine, George , Kramer , or Jerry would have been much easier to take .. 
<EmpMonica> & ::Chandler stirs at the sound of Monica babbling about hair:: Hair? I didn't touch your brush. ::mumbles::
<DocEight> <<:-)>>
<DWEos> # There does seem to be quite a rucus going on.
<HawkmanJoey> <<LOL>>
<EmpMonica> & Yeah right. Next you'll tell me is the Soup Nazi is your agent.
<IrishTCat> & ::Delance gets up and charges the Hawkman again:: Lets try this again .. 
<HawkmanJoey> & ::Turnss toward Monica:: There's soup? Where?
<DWEos> # Are they coming this way?
<HawkmanJoey> & I could go for some soup and a nice sub
<IrishTCat> & M> How amusing .. My agent is of course your friend's identical twin sister .. 
<DocEight> <<It's not so bad for me....I was driving tractors before I got my licence, although, potholes are more fun in a car>>
<DWEos> <lol>
<EmpMonica> & What? No you idiot!
<Dr10> #::The Doctor decides to engage Eos in some conversation::: Well, well. Once again we have someone very power-hungry about to get a very powerful device strapped to his will. Does that worry you?
<EmpMonica> & Great, two idiots for villains. Why are bad guys also so one dimensional?
<IrishTCat> & M > Someday she will be my bride when I conquer Terra .. 
<HawkmanJoey> <<Ursula? ::Shakes head:: First porn now this ;-) >>
<EmpMonica> & Not today, and not in that outfit, Ming! ::elbows Ming in the ribs and yanks away::
<IrishTCat> <<and of course Newman is the other agent ;) >> 
<DWEos> # Not really.  If nothing else, we can just reverse the polarity on those power couplings and short everything out.
<HawkmanJoey> << 8-D >>
<DWEos> # :::grins, and starts moving up and down on her toes::::
<Dr10> #::The Doctor nods at an obvious approach he had not noticed::: Well, yes, but somehow I think that has all been taken care of long ago.
<DWEos> # Really?  That's good, I'm all for planning ahead of time, when possible.
<EmpMonica> <Waiting for Hawkman to get a good blow in on Delance for Chandler to jump in>
<Dr10> #Stay calm when the storm arrives here. They are all in control of their own fates. We are simply witnesses.
<IrishTCat> & M > You can not win little Empress .. Even now my ally is defeating your sole minion left .. Those other two must have been too afriad to confront me again or perhaps they are dead ..
<DWEos> # Will do!
<DWEos> # ::looks at the Doctor, overhearing some of the arguement:::
<Dr10> #Have you thought about playing a musical instrument?
<DWEos> # "Afraid to confront him?"
<HawkmanJoey> & :::Steps to side and trips the onrushing Delancie :: Nyuck, nyuck!
<EmpMonica> & "::glances over at the younger Hawkman pummeling the older Delance:: Whatever. And I'm anything but little Ming!
<EmpMonica> & ::kicks Ming in the shins::
<IrishTCat> &M> Perhaps if you submit now I will leave you and your husband alive to serve as my cleaning crew for the palace.. 
<EmpMonica> & Last thing I'll do is clean up after your filth. ::hits him with an elbow to the back::
<IrishTCat> & ::Ming laughs because he has steel plating built into his clothes :: 
<DWEos> # Well, I really admire Brownie's trumpet playing, and of course, Diana Krall is the bestest singer/pianist, but I hadn't actually given any thought to playing myself...yet.
<EmpMonica> & ::as Hawkmen Stooges laughs, a vase clunks him over the back of the head::
<IrishTCat> & ::delance goes down :: 
<Dr10> # It is very relaxing andd self-revealing. I used to play a flute.
<EmpMonica> & ::little birdies fly over Joey's head::
<HawkmanJoey> & :: Grabs Delanciee by the neck and lifts hime off the floor::
<HawkmanJoey> & ::Turns on Binng raising fist ::: One, that hurt. Two, that wasn't nice. Three... ::Falls to the floor unconsious::
<EmpMonica> <Hey Hawkma, you're hit.>
<DWEos> # The flute can be a marvelous instrument.
<HawkmanJoey> <<Was typing sorry>>
<IrishTCat> & M> Watch out you fool .. ::Ming sighs:: 
<Dr10> # Yes, I kept losing it, luckily.
<DWEos> <no need to apologize for your typing, we're used to it:-)>
<HawkmanJoey> <:-P  lol>>
<IrishTCat> & M > Even in the old days my help was substandard.. Time has not improved that quality at all .. 
<EmpMonica> & Chandler>::stares at Joey a moment waiting for him to finish 3 then turns to Ming:: You touch her hair again and I'll--
<EmpMonica> <Time for the blaster>
<IrishTCat> & M > As usual I must do everything myself .. ::Ming pulls out a blaster and holds it to the neck of the Empress :: 
<DWEos> # Ever thought of playing a different instrument?
<EmpMonica> <Cody was apologizing for missing the cue. No prob. I'm a timing fanatic, can you tell?>
<EmpMonica> & ::gasps as the blaster is pressed to her throat::
<EmpMonica> & Chandler> Let he go, Ming,
<IrishTCat> & M > THis is such a cliched method but still very effective . Now back away or else the Empress will get in extra hole in her.. ::Ming opens the control panel::
<EmpMonica> & Chandler> ::backs away slowly::
<IrishTCat> & ::Ming's Eyes widen as he sees the two strangers stand next to the control room panel :: You two there .. Back away or else I kill the Empress .. 
<DWEos> # :::waves at Ming, smiling brightly::: Hi there!
<EmpMonica> <CHange our symbols to #>
<Dr10> #So nice of you to drop by, really, after all this time.
<EmpMonica> # ::whimpers:: I think he means it Doctor.
<DWEos> # We missed you terribly.
<IrishTCat> # ::Ming looks suspiciously around expecting some sort of trap:: 
<DWEos> # :::steps back away from the control panels:::
<Dr10> #Absolutly, your majesty, I have no intention of standing against the wishes of this worthy elder gentleman.
<Dr10> #::The Doctor backs away from Ming and from the controls:::
<DWEos> # Nothing up my sleeve..::looks up her sleeve::
<IrishTCat> #M> My old nemesis Flash Gordon use to act like you two .. 
<Dr10> #Well, there are coincidences, you know.
<DWEos> # Actually, you can't hide anything in this outfit...I've got to get back into my clothes as soon as possible, at least they have pockets.
<IrishTCat> # M > ::Ming checks the control panels but finds no changes :: You might have gotten lucky useing the transporter but I see the control room defeated your limited intellect.. 
<Dr10> #:::The Doctor turns to Eos::: Nonsense, you look wonderful in that outfit. But then, I have always liked pockets. What do you think about pockets, Ming?
<EmpMonica> <Did Ming throw Monica yet?>
<IrishTCat> # ::Ming activates the device that brings down the control helmet and then pushes the Empress away :: 
<EmpMonica> # ::spirals across the room to be caught by her husband::
<EmpMonica> # Chandler>Monica, you alright? Monica?
<DWEos> # Limited intelligence?  We don't have to take these insults, do we, Doctor?  I can always go back with Delance and become Queen of the Forest.
<IrishTCat> # ::The helmet glows as Ming assumes control of the weather on planet Mongo ::
<Dr10> #:::The Doctor nods:: Oh very good, very good. This must be a triumphal moment. What, no speech?
<EmpMonica> # Oh Chandler, I want to go home.
<IrishTCat> # ::Delance wakes up and sees Ming :: No!  ::He rushes for one last desperate charge :: 
<Dr10> # No gloating and taunting? Really, that doesn't seem like you at all.
<DWEos> # :::sticks her tongue out at Ming:::
<HawkmanJoey> <<::Sings:: If I were the KI.. Queen of the foresst>>
<EmpMonica> # Chandler>We will. Don't worry. As long as you're alright.
<EmpMonica> # ::looks up with doe never straying eyes:: I am with you.
<IrishTCat> # ::Delance gets tripped up by Eos:: 
<EmpMonica> # ::the royals kiss::
<IrishTCat> # ::Ming pulls the helmet off his head and laughs triumphantly. ::
<DWEos> # ::hisses at Delance:: stay down, you fool, it will be okay in a sec!
<IrishTCat> # M>I rule this 
<IrishTCat> world once more and soon planet Terra will also be mine. Tremble at the feet 
<IrishTCat> of Ming the Merciless
<EmpMonica> # ::royals look up and at the menacing laugher::
<DWEos> # :::buffs her fingernails on her chest:::
<DWEos> #  Look, I'm trembling!
<Dr10> #That's better.
<EmpMonica> # Chandler>God, could he be tackier?
<DWEos> # ::holds out her obviously not shaking hand:::
<IrishTCat> # ::Ming begins  to look uncertain as he feels something happening.:: My control over my puppet is starting to fade .. 
<EmpMonica> # ::lights up:: That's what I was saying. At least Tim Curry was an eccentric villain, but this guy..
<Dr10> #::The Doctor steps forward::: What is that I hear?
<IrishTCat> # M >Curse you Zarchov, Flash Gordon, and Dale Arden!
<DWEos> # ::makes a gagging face when she hears the name Tim Curry::::
<HawkmanJoey> <<The whole universe would tremble at the feet of AL, the Shoe Salesman ! ;-) >>
<DWEos> # My, whatever could be wrong?
<Dr10> #:::The Doctor watches carefully::: yesd, an echo from long ago.
<IrishTCat> # ::Ming's cruel cold expression fades off the face of the Grand Vizier Zom becoming gentler and far more compassionate ::
<DWEos> # ::interested expression crosses Eos' face:::
<IrishTCat> # ::Zom looks puzzled at the staring faces:: What's going on and what happened to my hair?  
<EmpMonica> # ::everyone instinctually looks to the Doctor for an explanation::
<Dr10> #::The Doctor smiles::: Well, Grand Vizier, you seem better now, but for a while we simply didn't know what had come over you!
<DWEos> # Hmmm....kinda like Thor's Hammer, only no special effects.
<EmpMonica> # You mean, that's Zom?
<Dr10> # I was going to set the cerebral interface to separate Ming's mind from Zom's, but soon realized that it had already been done in programming code much more elegantly than I could have done it.
<Dr10> #Ming's plan was doomed all along by Zarchov's genius.
<DWEos> # Ah, so that's what you discovered.
<IrishTCat> # ::Delance smiles:: The real Grand Vizier Zom has been restored .. And Ming has been vanquished.. Bless the wisdom of the Three and you two strangers .. 
<EmpMonica> # Yeah for the Russian.
<EmpMonica> # Chandler>What do we do now?
<EmpMonica> # ::exchanges a long lost look with her husband::
<IrishTCat> # D> We have a grand celebration of course .. 
<Dr10> #::The Doctor non-verbally signals to Eos that they should be leaving quietly.:::
<EmpMonica> <Jump to the epilogue?>
<EmpMonica> @ = New York, NY
<IrishTCat> <<Yes >> 
<HawkmanJoey> <<Flashes on the end of Star Wars>>
<DWEos> # ::nods in understanding and begins quietly sneaking off:::
<IrishTCat> &= Throne room 
<EmpMonica> @ ::the walls of the museum tremble as the camera pans around::
<HawkmanJoey> & ::Admires himself in the mirrored walls and thinks ~ Got to hand it to that Ming... Black is ssssoooo cool~ :::
<Dr10> ? = Wood betwween the worlds
<EmpMonica> @ ::camera stops on a metal rocket, the door flips open::
<Dr10> ?:::The Doctor finishes his story of their adveentures and the events on Mongo.:::
<IrishTCat> & ::Zom stands holding a very sharp sword :: Do you accept this punishment ? 
<EmpMonica> @ Chandler>Watch your step, Mon. ::swings her down from the ship::
<DWEos> ? It was very exciting, Irish!
<EmpMonica> Oh, don't forget the--
<Dr10> ? And the most interesting thing is that the outcome would have been the same had we not gotten involved at all. You can't say that very often, for good or ill.
<EmpMonica> @ Chandler>CHina, I got it.
<IrishTCat> & ::Zom swings the sword down twice very hard:: 
<HawkmanJoey> & ::Plucks at new black uniform before crossing to the throne and kneeling::
<EmpMonica> @ Chandler>::pulls out a stack of packages::
<DWEos> ? :::holds Irish on her lap, petting him:::
<HawkmanJoey> & ::Raises one eyebrow at Delancie::
<IrishTCat> ? ::Irish looks interested as he walks all over Eos before meowing at the Doctor::
<HawkmanJoey> <<<dooh Zom>>
<Dr10> ? I must say Irissh you are looking plush and well rested. Is the Tardis making progress on its reconstruction?
<EmpMonica> Careful with the top one! ::catches it as it slips:: Tiffany waterbowls are hard to replace.
<EmpMonica> <Ah missed @>
<HawkmanJoey> <<Thought the new Emperor would "knight" me>>
<IrishTCat> & ::Zom smiles:: You are hereby dubbed Grand Warlord of Mongo and ordered 
<IrishTCat> to go into space to battle the terrible Kaleks by order of the new Emperor
<EmpMonica> @ Chandler>Especially on my salary. You're sure about this Mon? It's not too late to go back and be Empress again.
<IrishTCat> & :: Delance steps down from his throne and pats the Hawkman on the back before he 
<IrishTCat> escorted from the room.
<EmpMonica> @ ::wistful:: It was nice, the attention I mean, but I'm sure. It'll be good to just be around friends again.
<HawkmanJoey> & A long and thankless war... nice ::Smiles::
<IrishTCat> & D> Go forth and battle Mongos enemies .. 
<DWEos> ? :::looks around and sees that the parts of the TARDIS seem to be grouped more orderly rather than scattered over the landscape:::
<EmpMonica> @ I wonder what Phoebe's up to.
<EmpMonica> @ And Ross & Rachel. You never know with those two. They're either fighting or...
<Dr10> ? You know, thiss wood is an interesting place to play in. But we will have to be going as soon as possible.
<IrishTCat> & ::Emperor Delance steps back up and sits down on his throne looking very comfortable wearing his new crown :: 
<EmpMonica> @ Chandler>Making babies.
<IrishTCat> & D> Do you think they will be happy ? 
<EmpMonica> @ ::both laugh awkwardly a moment::
<EmpMonica> @ This way out I think.
<DWEos> ? I'm sure it won't be too long before everything is up and running again.
<EmpMonica> @ Chandler>You sure, I thought it was this way.
<EmpMonica> @ ::a light shines on Chandler::
<IrishTCat> & ::Zom looks up at the sky where a glorious sun sits before turning to the Emperor:: I am certain they will be .. 
<IrishTCat> ? ::Irish nods his head :: 
<EmpMonica> @ Guard>Halt! Stop right there.
<DWEos> <pause Eos>
<Dr10> ? I want to find out about Jacie. But for now I am going to take a nap. And frankly, this wood is one of the best spots to take a nap in I have ever found. See you all in a bit. 
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<EmpMonica> @ Chandler>Uh oh. Uh take it easy. Monica?
<HawkmanJoey> ,pause Hawkman Joey>
*** HawkmanJoey is now known as TheBrig
<EmpMonica> @ Oh, hi mr. guardman. You're probably wondering what we're still doing here.
<IrishTCat> <<Pause Irish ,Emperor Delance , and Grand Vizier Zom >> 
<IrishTCat> @ G> Yes I am .. 
<Dr10> ? :::The Doctor walks away mumbling about how everything on Mongo would have been fine without them...:::
<EmpMonica> @ See we came to visit and we got lost looking for the... ::looks to CHandler::
<Dr10> <Pause Doctor>
<EmpMonica> @ Chandler>Thing, the lost and found thing.
<IrishTCat> @ G> I have no time for young couples making out in the place after hours .. 
<AlxKeegan> <that sounds about right:-)>
<EmpMonica> @ Right, exactly. We found our things. See? ::shows off her package:: IS the museum closed?
<IrishTCat> @ G > So I am going to escort you out of here with all of your packages .. 
<IrishTCat> @ G > Or I could call the police .. 
<EmpMonica> @ Guard>::shakes head:: Nevermind. We're locking up now. That way. ::points to an exit door::
<EmpMonica> <Oh, Rob you're guarding ok.>
<EmpMonica> @ Making out?! We'd never be so tacky as to--
<EmpMonica> @ Chandler>Mon, let's just go.
<EmpMonica> @ Chandler>::pulls Monica out the door:: Thanks sir. Sorry to trouble you.
<AlxKeegan> <they sure would be that tacky>
<IrishTCat> @ ::Guard adjusts his security guard style cap on his head :: I dont care what your are doing .. I've got to go see my girlfrienmd Ursula and you are keeping me here .. 
<TheBrig> <<Chandler's Jamacan?>>
<EmpMonica> @ Chandler>::stares at Guard a sec as the door shuts in his face::
<EmpMonica> @ Chandler>Huh, that's odd. I think I've seen that guard before.
<IrishTCat> @ ::Guard pulls his hat off revealing a bald head . He starts to laugh sinisterly as his beard twitches in time with the laughter :: 
<EmpMonica> <pause Chandler & Monica>
<IrishTCat> <<Pause Guard/Ming>> 
<AlxKeegan> <<<PAUSE SIM>>>
<AlxKeegan> <<<CUT AND PRINT>>>
<Dr10> Hurrah to all!
<EmpMonica> Bravo!
<AlxKeegan> Hurray!!! Good job, everyone!!
<EmpMonica> Bravissimo!
<AlxKeegan> I have to go now, got to take the doggy out
<TheBrig> :::Stomps and whistles::: Encoreee, encore!
<IrishTCat> I'm glad thats over .. 
<EmpMonica> Another one in the can.
<IrishTCat> Night David 
<DocEight> night David
<EmpMonica> That's photo film can.
<TheBrig> Night David
<AlxKeegan> Night all, see you all next week!!
<EmpMonica> Night David!
<IrishTCat> Even though a proper serial would be 12 parts long 
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<Dr10> And another awesome Doctor Who adventure NADWS style.
<EmpMonica> See you for the adventures of Holmes & Russel next time.
<IrishTCat> If I dont show I am at work 
<EmpMonica> A 6 parter is nice for us.
<Dr10> Looking forward to it!
<DocEight> I may not be free again next week either.
<EmpMonica> Ok everyone, you take care! I'm off to the ocean this weekend for xmas shopping.
<IrishTCat> Night Jen 
<Dr10> Farewell all, I am tired as usual. Nice to see you here again Heather.
<IrishTCat> Hi Heather 
<TheBrig> Night Jen
<IrishTCat> Night Alfred 
<EmpMonica> Well, we have a couple weeks for a sim.
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<TheBrig> Night Tuna
<TheBrig> And thanks
<EmpMonica> I'll let David know.
<EmpMonica> See ya!
Session Close: Thu Dec 06 23:11:40 2001