Session Start: Thu Jun 21 20:19:05 2001
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<Jacie> <Cool All you need to know is in the script. She's just a tough Thal who's little brother is Cristof>
<AlxKeegan> <yes folks, that's a green cat with pink booties>
<Tegan> <======Tara <a Thal??>
<Brynna> <aww>
<Jacie> <Brynna, can I talk you into playing Malen? He's unconscious most of the sim, so you only need to read up on the ending scene.>
<AlxKeegan> <go Brynna!!>
<Jacie> <Yup Commander Tara of the Thal Advanced Scout Service>
<Brynna> <sure, i need to find the script though, it may be buried in the depths of my ever bulging mailbox>
<Tegan> <Cody, how do you change nicknames? I can't remember.>
<CntrlNadu> <it's online at the nadw site>
<AlxKeegan> <it just got sent out today so hopefully not too buried>
<Jacie> <Ok, if you're on IM David or I can also IM it to you.>
<CntrlNadu> <type "/nick newname">
<Brynna> <sounds good>
<AlxKeegan> <yep, can IM just the ending part, and tell you when we get there>
*** Tegan is now known as Tara
<Tara> <Thanks :)>
<CntrlNadu> <np>
<Brynna> <alright, good, i don't want to risk not being able to get back in the chat room>
<Jacie> <Ok, then until someone else comes to my rescue I'll sub the Doctor. Please someone rescue me midway.>
<AlxKeegan> <we don't want to risk that either>
<Jacie> <Yeah, IM will be better for Brynna.>
*** AlxKeegan is now known as DWCristof
*** Brynna is now known as Malen
<DWCristof> <I'm running the credits now>
<Jacie> <Malen's granddaughter Elysia we'll just insert as needed.>
<DWCristof> <<<The New Adventures of Dr. Who Simulation>>>
<DWCristof> <<Comet of Death, Part Four>>
<DWCristof> <<<by Jen Kokoski>>>
<Jacie> <Break a leg and have fun guys!>
<Jacie> @ = Endoria Medi-Unit
<Malen> <<oo i've missed this>>
<Jacie> @ Doctor>Well, Controller Nadu, what will it be? Your people or your career?
<IrishTCat> #::Irish's eyes widen as he looks at the fast approaching moon::
<Jacie> # = Thal Ship/Moonbase
<IrishTCat> <<Oh I get to do my absurdly cheery computer voice >> 
<DWCristof> <I Imed it to you, in parts, Brynna>
<CntrlNadu> @ Just because Malen has appears to be recovering is   noo reaason to subject others to this so called alien "Anti Toxin"
<Tara> # ::Sends mayday call to the moonbase::
<DWCristof> <we missed you too, Brynna>
<Malen> <got it, thanks>
<IrishTCat> # MBC > Unknown ship Veer off or be destroyed ..  :: sounds extremely cheerful:: 
<Jacie> <Bryn, I'm sorry, I just noticed. Malen has one tiny thing to do in the beginning. He wakes up and calls for his granddaughter Elysia. I'll prompt you when to do that, ok?>
<DWCristof> @ :::continues holding onto the anti-toxin, waiting for Nadu to take it::::
<IrishTCat> # MBC> Besides your impending destruction I hope your day is going quiet well ..  
<Tara> # ::Slaps console and screams a response to the cheery computer:: Mayday, we are under attack!
<Jacie> @ Of for crying out loud, look at your people! ::points to the incoming victims of the plaque::
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish mutters:: Another idiot machine .. 
<Malen> <oh, ok>
<Jacie> @ Doctor>You'd have amply opportunity to examine the Anti-Toxin COntroller. Surely you're instruments would tell you if it posed any threat to your people.
<Tara> # ::Yells:: Prepare for emergency landing! Under attack, thrusters off-line..we're coming in!
<CntrlNadu> @ ::indignately: I always think of my people, alien!
<IrishTCat> # MBC> I am sorry but according to code 12758308-a I am not allowed to beleive a MAy-Day when an enemy invasion fleet is in route .. 
<CntrlNadu> @ ::Checks with Med tech:::
<CntrlNadu> @ ::Looks at Malen and reluctantly nods::: Very well, then, I guess it would be permissable to inject the others that are infected
<DWCristof> <let me know when you want me to get the emergency signal>
<Jacie> @ Finally.
<IrishTCat> # MBC> I hope the destrcution of your ship doesnt ruin any plans you might have made later .. 
<Jacie> @ Doctor>Jacie. ::warning voice:: That's a wise decision Controller.
<DWCristof> @ Not only that, but you should start preparing large quantities and give it out to the populace at large as a preventative measure.
<Tara> # ::Fighting to control the ship, slaps console" Look you stupid machine, we're coming in wheter you like it or not, and you can take your code and do you know what with it!
<IrishTCat> # MBC > If it does then I am so terrible sorry about that but my job description as the Moonbase Computer does not allow me to override certain orders .. 
<Jacie> <You go Tara! Wow!>
<IrishTCat> # MBC > Let me play you some soothing Metallica music as my lasers systems prepare to fire and annilate you .. 
<CntrlNadu> @ WHAT? Before it is certified safe my the MediComps? Never!
<IrishTCat> # MBC > Have a nice day.. 
<CntrlNadu> <dooooh, by not my>
<IrishTCat> # ::Moonbase aims and prepares to fire the lasers :: 
<Tara> # ::Dodges Dalek fire and responds:: Look, you just do that, why don't you, you stupid machine. 
<Jacie> @ What do you think that meteor showers were for? At the rate the virus is spreading, your people will all be infected within hours.
<Jacie> <We'll just skip the bit with Malen waking, ok? So he's just in the ending, Brynna.>
<DWCristof> @ :::Cristof's comm bracelet begins beeping insistently:::
<Malen> <okie dokies :)>
<Tara> # ::Dodges Dalek fire with an extreme bank to the left::
<IrishTCat> # MBC > Theres no need to be insulting about me doing my job . ::sounds hurt :: 
<CntrlNadu> @ :::Answers  comm linkk:: Contoller Nadu
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish bounces around the interior some more:: 
<Jacie> @ ::at the same time Nadu's comm buzzes::
<Jacie> @ Doctor>::to Cristof:: Something awry?
<IrishTCat> # ::The Dalek ship sees the lasers charging and fires at them :: 
<Tara> # ::Begins a nose dive to avoid more dalek fire::
<DWCristof> @ :::worried expression appears on Cristof's face:::
<DWCristof> @ The cruiser is under attack...by the Daleks!
[22:33] <Jacie> @ In the asteroid belt? But the fleet was still hours away in the comet tail.
<DWCristof> <they do know its the Daleks, right?>
<CntrlNadu> @ >Voice from Nadu's comm link> Sir, Watch Control. Moonbase auto defense has failed
<IrishTCat> # D> EX_TER_MIN_ATE! 

<CntrlNadu> @ :Shakes head:: Reboot the program then you idiot
<IrishTCat> <<The daleks are going to slavage that moonbase computer and put it in the emperor Dalek 8^) >> 
<CntrlNadu> @ >Comm link> We have tried, sir. No response
<DWCristof> @ Tara is having to crash-land on the moon!
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<Tara> # ::Struggles to controll Thal cruiser ship as it stalls and begins a freefall towards the moonbase::
<anony34> <it's me Jen>
<DWCristof> <what happened?>
<anony34> <I got disconnected. Please someone tell me you're logging too.>
<DWCristof> <I am, rob probably is, also>
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<anony34> <I just got punted. So not much lost.>
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish *looks* and sees the ship crashing and ducks beneath a console::
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<IrishTCat> <<I am not logging or maybe I am I forget >> 
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<Jacie> <Ok, we'll figure it out.>
<CntrlNadu> @ ::Mutters something short and nasty:: I'll be in Watch Control in 2 minutes, you have untill then to resolve the problem. Out ::Snapps off comm link and storms out::
<Jacie> @ Doctor>Apparently the daleks have scouts compromising Endorian high security as well, Jacie.
<Tara> # :: Yanks up on controls, pulls mightily and manages to slow the descent of the ship, but not enough to line up with the shuttle bay doors
<IrishTCat> # Prepare for crash humans !  
<CntrlNadu> <Wb didn't know you were gone>
<Jacie> @ Doctor>Shall we see what we can do?
<DWCristof> <should Cristof leave the Anti-toxin with someone?>
<Tara> #Hold on, Irish, an it was nice knowing you by the way.
<Jacie> @ Doctor>::pauses to whisper in Elysia's ear as she sits by her grandfather's side::
<IrishTCat> # I already know I am going to survive .. 
<Jacie> @ Elysia>::nods:: I'll tell him. Thank you Doctor.
<Tara> # :: ::Fastens seatbelt and thinks :: All this commander going down with the ship stuff isn't all it is cracked up to be.
<DWCristof> <or wait to give it to the Doctor in the next scene?>
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish says in a complete infuriating manner as the ship smashes into the landing bay::
<Jacie> @ Doctor>Cristof, leave the anti-toxin here. Elysia will see it gets to the right people. ::smiles at the child::
<DWCristof> @ ::nods in agreement and hands the anti-toxin over to Elysia:::
<Tara> # ::Opens eyes, surprised to be alive:: Well, we made it. Sort of.
<Jacie> @ Doctor>::heads out after Nadu with Jacie and Cristof trailing behind::
<Jacie> ! = Watch COntrol
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish looks very peaceful laying underneath the control panel stretched out :: 
<Tara> # ::Notices that she is hanging by a seatbelt, sideways, suspended over the control panel.::
<Jacie> ! ::Doctor, Jacie and Cristof arrive in the bustling control center a step after Nadu::
<Tara> # ::Unfastens seatbelt and falls on Irish::
<DWCristof> @ ::goes along with the Doctor, Jacie and Nadu to Watch Control:::
<DWCristof> <move that up a bit>
<Tara> # ::Umph!:: Sorry about that.
<Jacie> ! ::alarms buzz and the large display panel shows a myriad of long range sensors pointed toward moonbase::
<CntrlNadu> !::::Enters sweeping back cape as he glares at the technicians::Report
<CntrlNadu> >Watch Commander> !::Snaps to attention::Sir. Alien vessels have entered the outer boundary of the asteroid belt, sir.
<Tara> # ::Pulls bruised body over beside Irish, and tries to shake him to see if he is still alive.::
<Jacie> <It's in a different scene anyway David.>
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish opens his eyes as he sees the human nounce off his protective field:: 
<CntrlNadu> @ ::::Shoots   Commander a withering gase:: And....?
<DWCristof> <will brb>
<CntrlNadu> <dooh, ! not @>
<IrishTCat> # Stop doing that .. ::Irish looks irritated:: 
<Jacie> ! ::recognizes the sensor images of two ships:: Dalek cruisers.
<Tara> # :: Shakes head to clear it :: Can't shake the cat...don't shake the cat..what?
<CntrlNadu>  ! >Commader> Moonbase Auto Defense is still neutralised and ...2..2ships have comprimised the Moonbase
<Tara> # ::Hears Irish and sighs with relief:: so you survived cat, just like you said you would. 
<IrishTCat> # I am not an alarm clock ! 
<CntrlNadu> ! :::Roars::::What?! 
<Jacie> ! Doctor>A dalek cruiser and our friends the Thals. Any casualties, watchman?
<Tara> # :: Smiles at cat:: No you're not, not by any stretch of the imagination. ::Stands to survey damage.::
<IrishTCat> # Of course I survived .. I see you survived and someone else on the ship as well .. But thats all .. 
<CntrlNadu> ! :::Ignores the Commander and looks at his assistant:: You now have command, restore all systems
<Jacie> ! ::rolls eyes::
<Tara> # ::Groans and tries to look around:: Someone else? Who? 
<Jacie> ! Doctor>Controller Nadu, I'm sure your people are doing the best they can.
<Tara> # ::Sees all the crewsmen and women are dead::
<CntrlNadu> ! >Assistant> ::Eyes flipping between Nadu and Commander::Bu...but..
<IrishTCat> # All you humans look alike to me .. 
<IrishTCat> # Escpecially when I *see* stuff.. 
<Tara> # ::Hears a faint groan and turns, ignoring the grumpy cat:: 
<CntrlNadu> ! Is your hearing as defective as you mastery of simple computers?
<Tara> # ::Spots injured helmsman.::
<Tara> # He needs medical attention.
<CntrlNadu> ! >Assistant> ::Yes, sir....I mean..No, sir! ::::Scrambles to computer controls::
<Jacie> ! Doctor>You'll find the daleks are quite good at overcoming most technology. They are mostly computers themselves, after all.
<Tara> # # Cat, check the internal sensors would you?
<IrishTCat> # Hold on .. ::Irish *looks* ::
<DWCristof> <i'm back!!>
<IrishTCat> # The ship is broken and all the air is leaking out .. 
<IrishTCat> # Thats probably bad ..
<Tara> # ::Assesses helmsman's injuries, curses after hearing Irish's report.::
<Jacie> <Cody, you are seeing my lines, right?>
<CntrlNadu> ! :::Grim smile::: And I am supposed to think that THESE aliens are also superior to Elysians;Derisvie snort::
<Tara> # We must evacuate.
<IrishTCat> # We need to get to Home but since I am unable to use my claws because of my field protecting me from the *bad* air we are going to have to cut through the ship .. 
<DWCristof> <have we determined how many survivors yet?>
<CntrlNadu> <Arrgh, Did I muck up again, trying to read scipt in one window and typr in other, Sorry>
<Tara> # ::Has an idea:: Can we use your ship to evacuate instead?
<Jacie> ! Doctor>Daleks are very ingenuitive. Deadly creative when it comes to conquering targets. You shouldn't put so much trust in your superiority COntroller.
<Jacie> <No, you got it Cody. I was only looking for you to argue with the Doctor a bit.>
<DWCristof> ! :::to the watch::: How many survivors?
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish taps his pink booted paw on the floor::
<Tara> # :: Looks at outside scanners to determine the position of the ship::
<Jacie> <You were having fun chewing out a peon. :)>
<Tara> # We're half in half out of the shuttle bay, drat.
<CntrlNadu> ! I have NO mistrust of my superiority ::::Glares at Commander::: You are relieved, why are you still here?
<IrishTCat> # I could leave you here now but Maker would probably get upset if I did that .. 
<IrishTCat> # I wish he would pick up some more of my qualities .. ::Irish says to himself:: 
<CntrlNadu> ! >Commander> :::Does a snappy about face and leaves, mutters in hall:: Pompous ass
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish talks to Voice :: 
<Tara> # Your ship is in the aft portion. No air there, we will have to do as you said. I should listen to you, I think.
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<Jacie> ! Doctor>::while Nadu is chewing out his workers, he politely approaches the newly appointed watch commander:: Have you detected life signs on moonbase yet?
<IrishTCat> # Yay .. Or perhap that bad.. 
<Jacie> <Hey Lynn! Or is it Heather?>
<DWCristof> ! :::hopes the Doctor gets a better response out of the watch than he did:::
<IrishTCat> # Voice has news .. 
<The8thDoc> <Heather. Hows everyone?>
<DWCristof> <waves to heather>
<Tara> # ::Takes tools and walks to the front of the ship, begins to work on cutting through the hull::
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<IrishTCat> # You probably wont like it though .. 
<Jacie> <Good. No Tuna tonight, but we're having fun. We're in the middle of the story.>
<The8thDoc> <::Waves to everyone in the room:: groovy>
<CntrlNadu> !>Assistant> :::Looking to see if Nadu is watching then whispers:: We still have no contact, sir
<DWCristof> <how's your new computer running?>
<Tara> # ::Laughs at the cat:: I won't like it, but taking orders from superiors has never been easy for me.
<CntrlNadu> <hi, didn't see you come in, rather busy as a 1 armed paper hanger ;-)>
<DWCristof> ! ::leans forward and looks over the control panel::::
<The8thDoc> <Better than the old one, just a little slower. :-)>
<IrishTCat> <<Hi Heather >> 
<Jacie> ! Doctor>Why don't you try linking the long range digital sensors to the subspace locator.
<Tara> # :: Uses well-honed body to cut a seam in the ship::
<DWCristof> ! :::whispers::: Don't you have any long-range sensors?
<CntrlNadu> !>Assiatant:::smiling:: Of course,  use it as a carrier wave, Excellent idea, sir
<Jacie> ! Easy Cristof. I'm sure your sister made it.
<Tara> # :: Thinks all those push-ups in boot camp were good for something:: Pries open a hole large enough for a big cat to exit through::
<DWCristof> ! :::flashes a grateful smile to Jacie:::
<Jacie> ! ::reaches out and squeezes Cristof's hand in comfort::
<DWCristof> ! :::squeezes Jacie's hand back in response:::
<IrishTCat> # Did you hear what I sadi ?  
<Tara> # ::Returns to the helmsman, and hears Irish talking:: Who do you communicate with, cat?
<Jacie> ! Doctor>There. That's it commander. See if you can boost that signal so we can differentiate the life signs.
<IrishTCat> # Oh whats the word for what you call those things ?  Delaks .. Yes the Elaks have landed 
<Tara> # ::Eyes wide:: The enemy,here already??
<CntrlNadu> ! >Assistant:::: Yes. sir. I'll just patch it to the  comm link
<Tara> # We must go. Now!
<Jacie> ! Did you find something?
<IrishTCat> # I am feeling hungry .. ::Irish looks mad at something:: Its not fair .. 
<Jacie> <Cody, you won't make voice contact. Just be able to detect lifesigns.>
<Tara> # ::Bends and lifts the helmsman over her shoulder, staggers under the weight, then straightens::
<Jacie> <7 lifesigns. 2 humanoid, 4 robotic, and 1 feline.>
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish leads the way :: Follow me .. 
<DWCristof> <just think how heavy it would be if she had to carry Irish, too:-)>
<Tara> # ::To the cat:: Lead the way, and good hunting.
<CntrlNadu> ! >Assistant ::Peers at monitor, then flicks it with finger: There we go. 7 signals. 2 humanoids, 4 robotic and ::Looks at Doctor:: a feline?
<Tara> # ::Follows the cut out of the ship and into the cargo bay::
<IrishTCat> # Maybe if I expand my field I can catch one of them and eat some lunch .. ::Looks happy at the thought:: 
<Jacie> ! Feline?
<CntrlNadu> <Just using comm link to boost sensor signal>
<DWCristof> ! That would be Irish, I presume.
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish stops at the door and waits for it to open:: 
<Tara> # ::Grins:: Just what I was thinking. I'll catch you one, if it's the last think I do, I promise you that, cat.
<Jacie> ! Doctor>I should have known he'd wonder off. Don't worry Jacie. Irish is resilient.
<IrishTCat> # Open up .. We want inside! 
<Tara> #::Slows and waits behing Irish::
<IrishTCat> # ::Little computer eye opens up :: 
<Jacie> ! What does he think he's doing? Right, the fool thinks daleks are snacks. That, that cat.
<IrishTCat> #::looks around:: 
<DWCristof> ! :::turns to Nadu::: We'll need to use your transport beam to rescue the survivors.
<Tara> # ::Heart races, and pushes aside fears::
<IrishTCat> # CD> You can huff and puff but I'll never let you in !
<IrishTCat> #CD > Now go away I am trying to sleep .. 
<Tara> # Thinks to self :: What do I know about combat? Our machines do all our fighting for us, the cat must not know my fear.
<Jacie> <Ok, wanna have Nadu but his nose into this conversation?>
<Jacie> <Oh, he's in it.>
<IrishTCat> <<Irish T Cat - Dalek Eater  Making the universe a safer place one dinner at a time>> 
<Tara> # ::Strains to hold helmsman, and to breathe::
<DWCristof> <I'd think Irish would have to be Matter Eater Lad in order to stand eating the Daleks:-)>
<Tara> # Irish, there's not much air here. I think the collison breeched the walls of the shuttle bay. We need to get out of here.
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<Tara> 3 :: Reaches to pound the doors of the airlock::
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<DWCristof> <who is it this time?>
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<Tara> # ::Feels a fierce electric shock course through her body:: 
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<DWCristof> <this doesn't bode well>
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<Tara> # <helmsman> ::moans::
<DWCristof> Nadu> Even if I wanted to bring them down here, I couldn't, not without the Moonbase relaying the transport beam!
<Tara> # ::Struggles to remain conscious, and slips helmsman to the floor:: Irish, I fear I will not catch you your dinner after all.
<Tara> # Our machines are too good at what they do. We are locked out, trapped by our own technology.
<DWCristof> ! You're going to have to do something, we can't leave them trapped up there.
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<Tara> ::Gasps for air and slowly turns to Irish:: You know many things, cat, have you no way to get us out of this mess and back into the hunt?
<DWCristof> <jen says to pause for the moment>
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<Tara> <humm, I am...>
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<DWCristof> <jen says to hold for a minute>
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<IrishTCat> <<Everything went black! >> 
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<Tara> <poor kitty!>
<CntrlNadu> <YEA!!!>
<anony34> <Ok guys, hold on. We had a major channel break.>
<Malen> <whew>
<anony34> <Newnet is re-establishing contact. For a while we were all in our own little rooms.>
<anony34> <This is Jen btw.>
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<CntrlNadu> DDOOOOOOOHHH
<DWCristof> <ooopsie>
<Jacie> <Oh no, Cody you just kicked Heather.>
<IrishTCat> <<good job kicking someone out >> 
<IrishTCat> <<The role is going to his head ! >> 
<Jacie> <She'll make it back.>
<CntrlNadu> <I swear I had "OtherJen" highlighted>
<Jacie> <Where did we leave off?
<Malen> <oops>
<Jacie> <I closed the web chat window. Sorry.>
<Tara> <irish is about to open the airlock with his morphing powers>
<CntrlNadu> <Was waiting for the Doc or Christof yo push me about transporting rescue party>
<Jacie> <Ok, David's filling me in. Rob, Tara last line was her getting shocked and gasping for air.>
<DWCristof> <I did that and had you reply about not being able to if you wanted to>
<Jacie> <David has the missing log lines.>
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<IrishTCat> # ::Irish touches one pink boot to the door and concentrates:: 
<Jacie> <Just catching up,>
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<CntrlNadu> <ok, missed that, completely, last I had was JenDoc asking>
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<IrishTCat> # ::The door slides open::
<Jacie> <Heather, sorry. You got accidentally kicked when we were trying to get rid of the other mes>
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<Tara> # ::Reaches down to support helmsman and enters airlock behind Irish::
<DocEight> <Don't worry about it, I had to come back for the next sim anyway.>
<Jacie> <ok. I missed all the banter about the transport. I got it now.>
<IrishTCat> <<Should we close the door behind us ? >> 
<CntrlNadu> <prompt me where to come in again and how, please>
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish turns and shuts the door using the way of the cat to do it :: 
<Jacie> <Ok, Cody we need that watchman to come up with the piggyback solution.>
<Tara> # <helmsman> ::Panting and groaning with pain:: I need to rest, Tara. Just a minute, let me catch my breath::
<CntrlNadu> <Why not? A closed door can't stop a Dalek, it's not like it was some steps or anything ;-)>
<CntrlNadu> ! >Assistant>:::Looks to Doctor::: Sauce for a goose is sauce for a gander:::To Nadu:::Sir I could send a particle beam into the sensor array and transmat a rescur party.....sir
<Jacie> @ Doctor>Cristof is correct Controller. Surely we can devise a way to rescue our friends.
<Tara> ::Gently props helmsman against the wall and turns to Irish:: What now, cat?
<CntrlNadu> ! And that would work? Then make it so <;-)>
<IrishTCat> # My name isnt the Answer Cat .. 
<Tara> # ::Remembers headcom and sheepishly fishes it out of her pack, setting it in place:: I'll try this for starters.
<Jacie> ! Doctor>That's the spirit, commander.
<DWCristof> !I'd be willing to go, of course.
<Tara> # ::Grins:: Never said you were.
<Jacie> <reorder my lines>
<IrishTCat> # I would say that isnt going to work.. ::Irish looks around :: 
<Jacie> ! But how do we get back, Doctor?
<Tara> # ::Flips switches:: Come in , come in, this is moon base.
<Jacie> ! Doctor>You're forgetting the TARDIS, Jacie. I'm sure Irish is keeping it safe.
<Tara> # you're right, it's a dead link, had to try though. ::Discards unit::
<CntrlNadu> ! >Assistant:: ::almost blushess, with Nadu he's rather unused to praise. Sheepish: Thank you sir. Just using your idea really
<Jacie> <Suspicious Nadu now, Cody?>
<CntrlNadu> ! You reveal yourselves at last! ::::Plays to other Elysians::: Don't you see? This! This was their plan all along.
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish tilts his head as if listening to something :: Hmmm Hmmm
<Jacie> ! What are you talking about?
<DWCristof> ! He's babbling.
<Tara> Let's get moving and go to the communications relay. ::Pauses and stares at cat::
<CntrlNadu> ! Infect us with their socalled "Anti Toxin" then escape the plague by "rescuing" their accomplices
<Tara> # Now what? 
<IrishTCat> # The Delaks are following us .. 
<IrishTCat> # I think they will try to stop us .. 
<Tara> # ::Alarmed eyes:: Here? ALready? We must hurry, the relay is our only hope!
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish looks happy at that thought:: 
<DWCristof> ! ::shakes his head in disbelief:::
<IrishTCat> # They taste good! 
<CntrlNadu> <<Dooooh, Endorians, :smacks head:::and I've been calling them Elysianss,arrgh>
<Tara> # <helmsman> ::Struggles to feet:: I'm rested, let's move.
<DWCristof> <LOL>
<Jacie> ! Doctor>If it will make you feel more comfortable COntroller, I'll remain here, and help you distribute the anti-toxin.
<Tara> # ::False bravado:: Maybe we will get you your meal after all, cat!
<Jacie> <Don't worry Cody. I kept doing that too. David is telling me we have Elysians in our sim past somewhere. It's a trivia question.>
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish bounces around :: You are not going to get any of mine .. You will have to catch your own and eat them .. 
<CntrlNadu> ! Yes, my your attitude you have let it be know that you are obviously their leader ::Ponders:: Very well, I accept
<Tara> #  ::The team begins walking cautiously through the dark corridors::
<CntrlNadu> <By not my>
<Jacie> ! Doctor>I thought you might. ::says with a wry smile::
<DWCristof> <you konw,like who was the only person to surivive both assaults on the Death Stars>
<Tara> # ::Fierce grin:: I may just do that, cat, come on, let's find some dinner.
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish is in the lead as he jumps over dead bodies with the red splotches on them::
<Jacie> ! Doctor>Then it's up to you Jacie, Cristof. Think you can manage?
<DWCristof> ! Then let's get a move on, shall we?
<Tara> # ::Sight of dead virus victims makes Tara a bit insane with anger::
<Jacie> ! ::Doctor guides his friends over to the transport cubicles::
<DWCristof> ! You can count on us, Doctor.
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish pauses and looks around thoughtfully::  
<DWCristof> <a midnight repast?>
<Tara> # ::Murmurs:: So many dead...and our technology, what good did it do them in the end?
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish continues on:: 
<Tara> # ::Sees Irish pause, then continue:: Did you notice something, cat? 
<DWCristof> ! :::listens intently to the Doctor as they walk over to the transport cubicles::
<Jacie> ! Doctor, how are we supposed to get back? The TARDIS controls need a timelord.
<IrishTCat> # I thought I heard Roaming Girl for a moment but I must have been mistaken .. 
<Tara> # ::Hairs rise on the back of Tara's neck:: Roaming Girl??
<DWCristof> <Irish must be suffering from oxygen deprivation, too>
<IrishTCat> # Yes Makers companion ..  Maker is my companion  and Roaming Girl is his companion ..  
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<Jacie> ! Doctor>::says quietly:: I'm afraid I must stay Jacie, or leave the Endoria's fate to its cynical leaders.
<DWCristof> <hi lynn!>
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<SpaceProg> <<howdy :)>>
<CntrlNadu> <HI>
<Tara> # :: Sighs with relief:: I hope you are right, cat, and your Maker is here.
<DWCristof> <doody>
<SpaceProg> <<Hello, people with strange names I've no idea who you are>>
<SpaceProg> <<doody..  must be Cody>>
<DWCristof> <me am Bizarro David>
<IrishTCat> # Both of them are alot of trouble though even if I try my best to keep them out of it .. 
<Jacie> ! Doctor>Don't worry. Irish is almost as good at communicating with his Voice as I am. He'll get you back here.
<CntrlNadu> <Just released Cody here :-)>
<SpaceProg> <<oh.. oh well :-)>>
<Tara> # :: Continues forward, but slows..and skin begins to crawl again:: Something is not right here, Irish...
<SpaceProg> <<Ahh..  Ok :) Well hello all, just the same>>
<Jacie> ! Doctor>Just remember no heroics. Find Irish and the others and come straight back here.
<Tara> <I'm Mary>
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish pauses again:: I hear something coming toward us.. 
<DocEight> <::Hopes Lynn doesen't recognise her:: ;-)>
<Malen> <Brynna here>
<DWCristof> ! Let's see... find the others, get them to the TARDIS, and avoid any Dalek entanglements...got it!
<Jacie> ! Doctor>::to Cristof:: Avoid the daleks. You may want to but you aren't equipped to handle them Cristof.
<IrishTCat> # You had better duck or hide behind something now .. 
<Tara> # ::Bumps into Irish, and edges around for a better look:: What do you think it is?
<SpaceProg> <<Hello, I'm here for the sim (hopefully) following this one.  The one no-one comes to.. ::gives everyone a guilt trip::: ;-)>>
<IrishTCat> # Go hide.. Oh well I tried to warn you.. 
<Malen> <:::guilt guilt:::>>
<Tara> # Laser fire erupts from the walls::
<DWCristof> ! We'll be careful, Doctor, promise.
<CntrlNadu> <:-P only missed  because of thunderstorms and being in ICU>
<DWCristof> ! :::steps into one of the transport cubicles:::
<SpaceProg> <ICU?  Cody?>>
<Tara> # <Helmsman> ::In direct line of fire, takes a hit and the force of the blow takes Tara to the ground with him::
<Jacie> ! Doctor>::smiles over his concern:: Watch your step Jacie. Remember, we have other places to see.
<CntrlNadu> <Intensive Care Unit :-(>
<IrishTCat> <<I have to work tomorrow so cant stay up that late so there  Cats feel no guilt becuase we are Masters of The Universe >> 
<Jacie> ! Doctor>::steps back from the cubicle and watches them depart::
<CntrlNadu> ! ::Casually slips hand back into pocket, resting it on his concealed blaster. Extends other hand:: After you..Doctor :::Smiles like a just fed predator:::
<SpaceProg> < I know..  Let's talk about this later.. we're disrupting the game.. >>
<DWCristof> ! :::waves goodbye to the Doctor:::
<Jacie> $ = Moonbase Rescue Team
<DocEight> <<::Twiddles thumbs:>>
<DWCristof> <there are no predators in the federation!>
<IrishTCat> <<Pause Irish T Cat>> 
<Tara> ::Grimaces from the force of the impact and then blacks out::
<Jacie> ! ::in a humming flash, Jacie and Cristof depart::
<Tara> <pause Tara, helmsman>
<DWCristof> <we're all peace loving entities>
<Jacie> <Great show guys. Hope you had fun.>
<CntrlNadu> <You mean the federation has no BBC  ;-) >
<IrishTCat> <<Thats because the Predators think the federation is a bunch of wussies >> 
<Jacie> <To Tara and Irish, I mean. The rest of us, keep going.>
<Malen> <<i was going to say....did i miss my cue?>>
<DWCristof> $ :::looks around as the scene outside him changes:::
<Jacie> ! Doctor>::turns to Nadu:: Well, Controller, shall we see how the treatments are faring?
<Jacie> <Rob, can you take over the Doctor for the end. Please?>
<CntrlNadu> <Insert line from above offering to folow the Doctor>
<IrishTCat> <<I nominate Mary because I am well lazy >> 
<DWCristof> <so what?>
<DWCristof> <lazy people work too>
<DWCristof> <please rob?>
<SpaceProg> <<Why not push her out on stage like you did me in the MA sim many moons ago, Irish?>>
<Malen> <i'm proof of that>
<CntrlNadu> <Not lazy cats though ;-)>
<DWCristof> <he's no longer a cat though>
<SpaceProg> <<he isn't?>>
<IrishTCat> <<::pushes Mary out of the stage :: >> 
<SpaceProg> << boy I am out of touch.. >>
<Jacie> <Someone please take pity on me. I'm already scattered brained enough tonight.>
<DWCristof> <nope, his human half takes over now>
<Jacie> <And Brynna's been waiting all this time to play.>
<IrishTCat> <<You are the Doctor now !  >> 
<Tara> <darn you Rob. I have to read the script first>
<CntrlNadu> <I think the photo of Rob is a fake and there really is a cat on the other end of the mIRC link 8-D>
<Malen> <heehee>
<IrishTCat> <<Meow Meow ;) >> 
<DocEight> <<lol>>
<Jacie> <Yeah Mary! My savior!>
<SpaceProg> <<One wonders what you guys think I look like.. >>
<Malen> <hooray!>
<Tara> <Where in the heck is the Dr anyway?>
<DWCristof> <nyssa?>
<CntrlNadu> <Actually I can see the guitar pic taped to mirror behind my monitor along with Daffy, Bugs and Flash Gordon>
<Jacie> <En route to medi-unit. For you he's just arriving back at the medi-unit. Ending part only.>
<SpaceProg> <<Allright!  I'm with the greats!>>
<Jacie> <Brynna, it's your cue for Malen. This is his big scene.>
<DWCristof> $ :::Cristof shakes his head as the moonbase computer starts trying to kill them:::
<Malen> <doh! ok here goes....>>
<Tara> @::Graciously motions Nadu to enter the medi unit first::
<Tara> <@ right?>
<DocEight> <<::Wonders what happened to the Photo's she sent::>>
<Jacie> <Whoa slow up David. We need scenery first.>
<DWCristof> <go ahead, sorry:-(>
<DWCristof> <just move my line down>
<Jacie> $ ::finds herself encased in a transport cubicle as bright light sweeps over her and Cristof::
<Malen> <oops oops>>
<Tara> <Rob, no more scratches behind the ears for you tonight you fickle feline.>
<CntrlNadu> @NO no, after you :grips blaster::
<Tara> @ ::smiles and sweeps past Nadu into the room:: Why look who's up!
<Jacie> $ Moonbase Computer Voice>Aliens identified. Quanrantine procedure Alpha Zed indicated.
<SpaceProg> <<and no.. I do not look like Nyssa.  I'm about as Anti-Nyssa in looks as one can get ;-)>>
<DWCristof> <move my line to after that>
<Jacie> $ I don't like the sound of that. ::pushes on the glass but it won't budge::
<CntrlNadu> @ :::Is startled to see Malen moving around in apparent good health::
<DocEight> <<There is a little resemblance>>
<DWCristof> <and I was just trying to be complimentary, Lynn:-)>
<IrishTCat> <<I played me and the Moonbase computer and the computer door so dont complain >> 
<Tara> @ ::Rushes to shake Malen's hand:: So glad to see you up and about old chap!
<Malen> @:::moving beside Elysia:::
<Tara> @ ::Whacks Malen on the back::
<Jacie> $ ::the air starts being sucked out of the trnasport cubicle::
<DWCristof> $ Oh well....they can always fix it later...
<Malen> @ :::suppresses an "oof!"::: thank you, thank you..
<Jacie> <Was that a line David?>
<CntrlNadu> <I had a 3 way scence between myself, no wonder I'm a bit confused ;-)>
<SpaceProg> <<I know, Er.. David?>>
<DWCristof> <yes,that was  a line>
<DWCristof> <that's right, its David;-0>
<Malen> <Tara=Doctor, yes?>>
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<Malen> <<teehee, sorry thanks, just making sure>>
<DWCristof> $ ::::pulls out a small, slim, hand-held energy weapon:::
<Doctor> <I should have thought of that>
<Jacie> $ ::starts hyperventilating:: Stop babbling Cristof and find a way out of this.
<Malen> @ I can't thank you enough, Doctor, for bringing this Anti-Toxin to us
<Jacie> $ ::air starts getting cold as the chamber fills with ice gas::
<DWCristof> $ :::begins firing and is able to open the door to the cubicle and escape::::
<SpaceProg> <<:::Wishes as many people came to the Doc and Co sims:::  Ah well.. I'm on holiday so I shouldn't be concerned with this  :::listens to RockMan Dash Soundtrack, grooving to Japanese Pop:::>>
<Doctor> @ Well, my good man, of course you're welcome
<Jacie> $ MCV>Cryogenic freeze in progress.
<DWCristof> $ that will be enough of that now..:::fires on the other cubicle, disabling the lock so Jacie can get out::::
<Jacie> $ MCV>Warning! Crogenic containment failure.
<CntrlNadu> <Abnormally large turnout tonight>
<Doctor> @ You know all about the Anti-toxin then?
<Jacie> $ ::stumbles out into Cristof's arms, shivering and trying to catch her breath::
<Jacie> $ Thanks.
<DocEight> <I thought the same thing when I came in.>
<Malen> @ I am just glad to see we finally have relief coming to us.  
<DWCristof> $ ::holds Jacie up::::
<Malen> <<gah! farty computer>>
<SpaceProg> <<::holds nose:::>>
<Malen> @ Yes, yes, Elysia has explained everything to me
<Jacie> $ MCV>Warning! Alien intrusion. Anti-Infiltration procedure Delta Zed Omega indicated.
<Malen> @:::puts a hand on his grandaughter's shoulder:::
<Jacie> $ I agree with the Doctor. Computers are the work of idle megalomaniacs.
<Doctor> @ Ah yes, my dear Elysia, so pleased to see you also my dear. ::Kisses her hand elegantly::
<DWCristof> $ Well, I'd say we can't expect any help from the computers with our rescue.
<Jacie> $ Hmmm. ::nods and finds the door:: Come on, we better find them ourselves.
<DWCristof> $ The sooner the better.
<Malen> @:::glances to the other faces in the room::: But, Doctor..where is your friend..er, Jacie? And that Thal?
<Malen> <<durrr...flubbed that one>>
<Doctor> @ Ah yes, you wouldn't know that, my mistake! Jacie and the Thalhave gone to the moonbase to resue the Thal cruise ship.
<Jacie> $ ::steps out into a dimly lit corridor, illuminated only with red emergency lights::
<DWCristof> <you're doing just fine, Byrnna>
<Doctor> @ You see it crashed there on emergency landing, and there are several survivors
<DWCristof> $ :::looks around the red-lit hallway:::
<Jacie> <Flubbing just shows true creative excellence.>
<Malen> @Moonbase!  But, the defense system.....
<DWCristof> $ Which way?
<Doctor> @ :: Pats Maln on the shoulder:: Let's not worry about Jacie, I am sure she can handle anything the moonbase can throw at her.
<Jacie> $ Where else would you land a space cruiser?
<Malen> @ I hope so, that alarm can't have been good..
<SpaceProg> <<Oh by the by.. congratulations, Jen, on your new Nephew :-)>>
<Doctor> @::Turns quickly to hide worried expression:: Now, let's see, what were we up to here?
<DWCristof> $ Tara would make for the shuttle bay.
<Jacie> <Oh thank you. My mom was just on the phone with his mom while I was playing. Everyone doing well. But I'll be poor come christmastime.>
<Doctor> @ Yes, yes, replicating Anit-Toxin, and lots of it. 
<Jacie> <I got 7 rugrats now.>
<SpaceProg> <<whew>>
<Doctor> @ What say we get started and make enough for the whole planet, hum?
<CntrlNadu> @ No need Doctor, I sure our Medi techs can  find a way to synthesize your Anti Toxin
<Jacie> $ Yeah. ::looks around:: Now we only have to figure out where that is.
<Doctor> @ ::Looks directly at Nadu:: I'll be needing the bioscan replicators, if you don't mind.
<DWCristof> $ :::walks over to the wall and consults the conviently placed base diagram:::
<Jacie> $ Let's try this way. ::heads down corridor on the right::
<Doctor> @ Mind showing me where they are?
<Jacie> $ :;stops:: What are you--? Oh. Or we could do that.
<CntrlNadu> Asses to the replicator? I think not, not for an alien
<DWCristof> $ You did happen to pick the right direction.
<SpaceProg> <<asses?>>
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<Doctor> @::Smiles at Nadu, and turns to Malen:: What do you say, Malen, hum?
<Jacie> $ Of course, I did. ::gives a haughty shake of her shoulders::
<CntrlNadu> <Doooh, typo or Fruedian slip? sorry either way>
<SpaceProg> <<shouldn't that be Arses?>>
<Jacie> <Oh no, we lost Brynna!>
<SpaceProg> <<;-D>>
<Doctor> <great! Now Rob can be Malen! hah>
<Jacie> <She's got your number Rob. You're it.>
<SpaceProg> <<::sings:: I've got a name, and I've got a number.. I've got a line on you, babe>>
<DWCristof> $ :::smiles and follows Jacie in the direction of the shuttle bay:::
<Jacie> $ ::Jacie and Cristof traverse several winding corridors::
<IrishTCat> <<What ? ?>> 
<DWCristof> $ :::keeps his energy weapon at the ready while keeping an eye out for anything dangerous:::
<SpaceProg> <<i was just singing>>
<IrishTCat> <<I was elsewhere whats going on ?>>
<Doctor> @ ::Walks over to stand beside Malen and challenges Nadu:: Let's just see what Malen thinks about an "alien" hleping to save the planet?
<DWCristof> <aren't you always/>
*** Doctor is now known as Malen
<Jacie> $ ::low whisper:: This place is creepy.
<CntrlNadu> @ :::::Leans into Malen::Corrieze? Are you sure this is the for the best?
<Malen> @ I say let the Doctor help Nadu. I will take complete responsibility for his actions.
<IrishTCat> @ Malen > The Doctor is our friend and should be allowed to aid us .. 
*** Malen is now known as Doctor
<DWCristof> $ :::winces as laser fire narrowly misses them::::
<CntrlNadu> @ ::Straightens both in posture and demeanor::: Very well, Malen, carry on. I will be in Watch Control ::::Thinks "A certain recently
<DWCristof> $ And deadly, as well.
<IrishTCat> @ Malen > I owe him my life and thus take responsibility for his actions.. 
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<CntrlNadu> ! promoted tech needs a lesson in the chain of command"::
<LynnProg> <<blargh!>>
<Jacie> $ ::notices the Endorian body Cristof points to in the corner::
<DWCristof> <oh look, another ghost!>
<Doctor> @::Grinning. the Dcotor holds the door open wide and ushers Nadu out the door::
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<DocEight> <WB Lynn>
<Jacie> $ ::even thru the red lighting she can see the tell-tale splotches::
<LynnProg> <<ty>>
<CntrlNadu> <:-P curtain not working again<>
<IrishTCat> @ Malen > You must forgive Nadu .. He is a politician now but once he was a great statesmen.. 
<Doctor> @ ::To Malen:: I've met his type before, unfortunately. Shall we get to work? ::Rubs hands in anticipation.::
<LynnProg> <<:::20s gangster:::  It's curtain's for you, Rocky.  t'night ya sleep wit da fishes, see?>>
<CntrlNadu> <That depends on what your defintion of "is" is ;-)>
<IrishTCat> @ Malen> His years of service have made him difficult.. 
<LynnProg> <<LOL, Cody>>
<IrishTCat> @ Malen > Yes lets help save my people .. 
<Jacie> $ Malen said the moonbase was wiped out within hours. I hope the Doctor's have luck getting that vaccination administered on the planet.
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<Doctor> @ ::Nods head:: I can see that. ::Moves to the replicators, and begins work.::
<LynnProg> <<well there I go>>
*** LynnProg is now known as SpaceProg
<Jacie> $ ::keeps walking and sees another body:: That's odd.
<IrishTCat> @ ::Malen works quietly for several moments aiding the Doctor and replicating massive supplies of the Anti-Toxin::
<CntrlNadu> <pause Contorller Nadu>
<DWCristof> $ What's odd?
<Jacie> $ ::the body exhibits a smoldering black hole in its back::
<DWCristof> $ Killed by the base defenses?
<Doctor> @ :: Wrrries about Irish and Jacie while working::
<Jacie> $ She looks like she's been shot.
<Jacie> <Oh I thought we'd have the base defense shoot at us first>
<IrishTCat> @Malen > Doctor 
<DWCristof> <brynna is trying to get back in the room, her computer froze up and she had to reboot>
<Jacie> $ Or daleks.
<DWCristof> <I  already had that happen to us, Jen>
<Doctor> @ Humm? Yes?
*** CntrlNadu is now known as Cody
<Jacie> $ ::stops to examine the wound::
<Doctor> @ Did you have a question, my good friend?
<IrishTCat> @ Malen> You do have a plan to stop these awful creatures from destroying my people ? 
<Jacie> $ ::while she does, the high-pitched hum of a laser begins discharging::
<DWCristof> $ Look out!
<Doctor> @ Well, the Anti-Toxin will give your people an immunity to their virus. That's a good beginning, is it not?
<Jacie> $ ::is pulled out of the way as the laser blast fires again at the fallen victim::
<Jacie> $ ::looks up and sees the wall laser discharging::
<Doctor> @ ::Thnks privately:: Stop, the Daleks? If I only knew how...
<IrishTCat> @ Malen> I am afraid that my people have grown too dependent on our great technology to defend them .. The Anti-toxin is not enough to save them.
<Jacie> <Have cristof neutralize the lazer?>
<Doctor> @ Do you mean to say, that if your technology fails, your people will be completely helpless against the daleks?
<DWCristof> <brynna keeps getting no ident response when she enters her nickname>
<Cody> <FYI Nightline just announced tomorrow is a feature on the Bismark. Wonder If they'll show the footage of the British ship it sunk and the sailors running along the hull?>
<DWCristof> $ :::Cristof spins and fires, taking out the wall laser:::
<SpaceProg> <<hmm.. I hope the do>>
<Jacie> <Tell her to pick another nickname>
<SpaceProg> <<they>>
<IrishTCat> @ Nadu and the Council would never ask the your people for help because of their own pride. Not even after their generous offer to aid us in times of trouble. 
<DWCristof> <it also keeps telling her press enter to connect>
<Doctor> @ ::Grave face:: But YOU would ask what of me?
<DocEight> <I hate when it does that.>
<Jacie> <press enter>
<IrishTCat> @ But I have seen the dead bodies of my friends and know that we need your help to sruvive this crisis
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<Cody> <WB>
<Jacie> <No that's me Cody.>
<IrishTCat> @Malen > You must save us from ourselves Doctor before its too late.
<Doctor> @ ::Steps aside from the replicator and gives Malen his full attention.::
<SpaceProg> <<:::wonders when Cody became Cody once more:::>>
<Jacie> <I'm still here. Just checking the web chat.>
<DWCristof> <that's really weird>
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<Doctor> @ ::Fixes intense gaze on Malen's face:: What is it you fear Malen?
<IrishTCat> <<Pause Malen>>
<DWCristof> <she tried putting in different nicknames and pressing enter and the same thing keeps happening>
<Doctor> @ Save you from yourselves? This is more serious than I had thought!
<SpaceProg> <<tell her to put a number after her nickname>>
<Jacie> $ This place is a boobytrap.
<Jacie> $ ::reaches to Cristof for a hand up::
<DWCristof> $ ::gives Jacie a hand up::
<DWCristof> <she's trying to come in via the java chat room>
<SpaceProg> <<ah.>>
<Jacie> $ It should just be around that corner. ::walks on more briskly but keeping a firm eye on the wall mounts::
<DocEight> <<::Says something Profound to prevent being Pinged::>>
<DWCristof> <she says it didn't work putting a number after the name>
<SpaceProg> <<Hmm>>
<SpaceProg> <<Javachat's probably acting up.>>
<DWCristof> $ :::follows, keeping an eye out:::
<Cody> <try another name>
<Jacie> $ ::they enter the shuttlebay area and find the corridor littered with dozens of bodies::
<Doctor> :The Doctor mumbles softly:: Save them from themselves?? Is it possible to save a people blinded to their fatal flaw? 
<Jacie> <It worked for me. Brynna has the worst luck with java chat. I'm about to just send her a copy of ircle for her imac.>
<Cody> <maybe Java isn't recognising because it thinks Brynna is till here>
<SpaceProg> <<tell her to try some obsure name like "Blobflobulate", or "Kittibittyittums">>
<Doctor> @ Haven't I faced this struggle in my own world? Gallifrey? What is the answer to a request like that?
<Doctor> <Pausae Doctor>
<Jacie> $ They were probably trying to escape like Malen and his granddaughter.
<DWCristof> <that might be good>
<Jacie> $ ::turns eyes at the sight::
<Jacie> $ ::notices Cristof lingering off to the side:: What's that?
<Cody> <and his late assistant :-(  ;-)>
<DWCristof> $ I think you're right.
<Jacie> <Cristoff find the airlock>
<Jacie> $ ::steps over to see what Cristof's examining::
<DWCristof> $ this looks like the airlock to me.
<Jacie> $ Any activity?
<DWCristof> <why don't you go ahead and send the ircle to brynna so she can use it next week, okay Jen?>
<SpaceProg> <<For some reason I just remembered an ep of Red Dwarf with Dwane Dibbly in an airlock with Ace about to break his neck>>
<DWCristof> $ It appears to be in use...
<Jacie> $ ::surveys the area:: Look!
<IrishTCat> << Tomb Raider Hes in TOmb Raider! >> 
<DocEight> <'twas a good episode.>
<SpaceProg> <<I know :-)>>
<DWCristof> <Jen, the link  you sent Brynna to the room is broken now>
<IrishTCat> <<I didnt >> 
<Jacie> $ Dalek tracks.
<SpaceProg> <<They talked about it before it was aired over here on Red Dwarf sites.  But I'd not have known it if I'd not been such a Red Dwarf nerd. :-)>>
<DWCristof> $ ::Cristof hears a swishing noise behind them:::
<Jacie> <She's having big problems. The page is there. Her net connection may be the problem if it's losing connections.>
<DWCristof> $ :::whispers::: We'd better take cover.
<Jacie> $ ::is pulled into a doorway::
<SpaceProg> <<ya better run, ya better take cover.. :::hums Land DOwn Under>>
<DWCristof> <hey, that's Heather's line>
<SpaceProg> <lol>>
<Jacie> $ What do you--? ::the swishing sound grows louder, approaching::
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<DocEight> <<Mines the one with the Vegemite Sandwich :-D>>
<Doctor> <Well, it is aftermidnight here, and I have to get up hearly, so I am going to call it a night...take care everyone. It as fun, and good to be back for the summer! - Mary>
<DWCristof> <night mary!!>
<Xia1> <<oh it is a miracle>
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<Cody> nite
<Xia1> <<now, what exactly did i do to get in here???>>
<DWCristof> <brynna?>
<Jacie> $ ::eyes widen as a tall, domeshaped shadow glides out of the darkness and along the appraching corridor walls::
<Jacie> <Brynna!>
<Jacie> <It worked!>
<Xia1> <<hi again>>
<DocEight> <WB!!>
<SpaceProg> <wb>
<IrishTCat> <<Night everyone >> 
*** Cody sets mode: +o Xia1
<DWCristof> $ :::shivers as he watches the shawow menacingly play over the wall:::
<SpaceProg> <<night Rob>>
<DWCristof> <night rob>
<Jacie> <Ok, whoever has their foot on the trap door, GET OFF so Brynna can stay.>
<DocEight> <<Night Rob. Sweet dreams>>
<Cody> <bye Rob>
<Jacie> <pause Jacie>
<DWCristof> <pause Cristof>
<Xia1> <<don't know what i did, except push enter a heck of a lot>>
<Jacie> <PAUSE ALL>>
<DWCristof> <<<PAUSE SIM>>>
<DWCristof> <<<CUT AND PRINT>>>
<Jacie> <Night Rob.>
<Jacie> Bravo!
<Xia1> good job all!
<SpaceProg> good work you all
<Jacie> Bravissimo! ::tosses roses to the cast::
<Cody> ::::whistles and stomps::
<DWCristof> better late than never, for certain
*** IrishTCat has left #whosim
<DWCristof> hurray!!!!
<Xia1> :::sniff sniff::: i was on a roll too before i got booted :::grumble grumble:::
<Cody> Oh Jen don't forget Stargate tomorrow on Showtime, should be cliff hanger, Friday next is the premiere of the, sob, final season
<Jacie> And the reward for the most determined cast goes to...
<DWCristof> final season?
<DWCristof> that's so sad
<SpaceProg> Typical.. Stargate's Cancelled too?
<SpaceProg> absolutely typical
<Cody> Yep :-(
<DWCristof> Brynna!!
<Jacie> Yeah, I heard that in the promos.
<Jacie> Why won't they continue the series another year? What idiots.
<Jacie> I want to tape it.
<DWCristof> I was just co-reading the awards:-)
<SpaceProg> Pretty soon the only thing that'll be on TV is Survivor and Millionaire clones.
<DWCristof> you should tape it then, Jen
<Xia1> eek, survivor
<Cody> Wonder if Showtime has been headhunting the BBC ?
<Jacie> Oh the horror!
<SpaceProg> man..  It's just like a Sci-Fi story I read once..
<Jacie> But think of the hybrids.... Who Wants to Be A Survivor?
<Xia1> LOL
<SpaceProg> where the only entertainment is watching other people fight, play games, or survive on TV..  woah..
<SpaceProg> LOl Jen
<Jacie> That's true Cody.
<DWCristof> well, I shall be going all...any other who simming this week?
<Jacie> I might as well just follow the flame wars on usenet.
<Xia1> hm, not much  of a change then from now is it?
<Jacie> They're funnier at least.
<SpaceProg> Hm.. come to think of it Brynna..  Not really :-)
<Jacie> Let's just get it over and have 24 hr Jerry Springer.
<DWCristof> shudders
<SpaceProg> Oh dear..
<DocEight> It's bad enough having One hour over here.
<Xia1> oh no..!
<DWCristof> night all, talk to you later!!
<SpaceProg> I'd rather face a giant falling moon
Session Close: Thu Jun 21 22:27:47 2001