Session Start: Wed Jun 23 21:29:11 1999 * Logging #whosim to 'coming2.log' *** Joins: Doctorwho (newbie@98AFEB5B.ipt.aol.com) *** JenKoko2 changes topic to 'NADW Sim: Coming of Age Pt 2' Hello Jen, are you there? Yup, just got in. Who an I talking to? am I'm signing off but I will be back at 10. Tuna Oh, hi Tuna. I just opened the room and started logging. Gotta go on a drink break then I'm back. How was Atlanta? I am on the road in Atlanta. Just making sure it works. AOL has been crashing here. Ah, well I'll pray to the cybergods. See you at 10? Yep. *** Quits: Doctorwho (Quit: ) *** Joins: Fluffy (wgred@nt1-15.eclipse.net) Hello Jen! Hi Mary. Sorry was on a bathroom break. How are you? *** JenKoko2 sets mode: +o Fluffy LOL I ought to do the same. I am fine! Are we simming tonight? Enjoying your summer vacation? Yes, but I really miss my class. We're supposed to. I hope enough people come. David shouldn't be at the dentist this time. Did you send out a script? Yeah, the kids can be fun. I adore my niece and nephew (2 and 1 yrs old). David sent out the script. And it's on the website. Do you have your copy? I didn't get it again. I guess I had better go and look for it pronto! Can I minimize this without it closing down? Yup. Just click the line at top right. I will be back in a minute. BRB *** Joins: IrishTCat (rlstubbs@user-2ivf1hn.dialup.mindspring.com) Hi Rob! Hello Jen *** JenKoko2 sets mode: +o IrishTCat How are you feeling this week? Ok I suppose :) It's cooler at least. Rain make construction hard? and muddy *** Joins: DoctorT (newbie@ABD42A0A.ipt.aol.com) Hmm, more fun for making mud pies and mud puddles. Hmm, sounds like your opening tonight. *** IrishTCat sets mode: +o DoctorT Welcome back Tuna. Has the connection? Hello everyone :) How's Hi Fluffy My typing is off from my brain tonight. Hello Irish :) *Poof* Fluffy is Mary (wgred aka Tegan). She went in search of her script but will be back shortly. Whoa! :::dusts himself off::: **Pop!** I am printing out the script, need a minute to look over it. So you're still in Atlanta Tuna? How long? It must be nice to be able to print out scripts :( No printer? I have to, I can't remember a thing these days. I am here until July 3 teaching a summer debate program to about 300 students. I lecture each morning and take the rest of the day off as others do all the work. It's nice. Mom and I had to do a little pc repair last week to get ours working. Now we can charge $40 an hour to curse as we work like my brothers. ,g> Cool. Have you heard from Lisa lately? I cant get my printer to work or my scanner either .. I'm beginning to wonder if she was abducted by aliens. :( Har. Never paid for computer repair. We have a guy at school who does it, and his mailbox is right next to mine. Hard to avoid me. What error messages do you get, Rob? I had dinner with Lisa tonight. She is well. She will be back. Glenn's idea of computer repair is to wipe clean the whole thing and start over. LOL Tuna. That "I know somebody to nag" resource is the best. In my lifetime? It fails the surcheck then it wont print Well, Mary, I must say that I have done that before. (Sorry, my mom nags me to nag you to nag poor Lisa. Tell her she's missed.) Thats my idea of Computer repair too Mary OK, will do. She's just about to change homes and jobs, so hopefully she will be back among us. I hate it when he does that though! Well, I'm do for a total puter upgrade as soon as I can get my brother to order the right motherboard. I'm about to buy a huge new Mac. Har! I don't look forward to all the reinstalling I have to do. An iMac? My stupid brother keeps talking about fixing his car so he cant donate any money to buy a new computer .. :| Grrrr Always the MacMan, eh Tuna? You can always try going through Gateway Rob. They've got good EasyPay plans for new computers. Nope. Big G3. 400Mhz, 18 gig drive, 158 MRam. Wowee! I think he is excited. Very excited. No easy pay No easy pay *** Joins: Brack (Brack@98A65469.ipt.aol.com) *** Parts: Brack (Brack@98A65469.ipt.aol.com) What was your first clue Mary? Any news on David? Har! Har! Har! That was the first clue ;) Ive got the money to buy a new computer but I am irritated enough not to get it until he coughs up some dough .. My aunt's big into Macs. We're a PC family here. I guess we like the do-it-yourself method. David should be here tonight. He has no excuses this time. Hmm, as soon as you have some clues on how to seperate a brother from his wallet let me know. Let's start at 10:15, because I have to hand this computer back to my roomie here after 11 or so. Ok then, who's who or who's subbing who? Sometimes things come up, like a 3 1/2 HOUR long awards ceremony for me to indure las week. Maybe he is caught up somehow. David is flexible and can join in. I had Swizzle and Skreech. Can someone take Felina? (I'll give David a ring as you role claim) I would take Felina but I'm terrible when doing 2 scenes at once. *** Joins: GenBowser (alxkeegan2@98AAD9EE.ipt.aol.com) Me, too. Hi y'all:-) Yeah David! Hello General. Hello there :) ::waving hi::: A new HP is now $549 w-out taxes *** JenKoko2 sets mode: +o GenBowser Hi Tuna Jen Rob Mary Hi David We were just claiming roles David. Tuna wants to start no later than 10:15. He's borrowing a puter tonight. <=== The Doctor <==== Swizzle & Skreech <=== Doggie warrior <<<~~ Irish T(Shaman) Cat <====Fluffy aha <=====Gen. Bowser I'll do Skreech when you are busy with Felina if that would help. Jen. Jen you are the star! Whoo Hoo!!! IBreak a leg all! <> <> <> It's showtime! *** JenKoko2 is now known as Skreech # = at the wrecked plutonium plant. @= in the swamp #:::Gen Bowser continues clinging to the tree as the winds howl::: # ::flies skreeching through the air, hits the ground with painful thud, and the winds slowly calm:: # :: The Doctor has been knocked unconscious, but the wild winds keep buffeting him about in a swirl of detritus...flotsam & jetsam in the sky.::: #:::As the winds die down, Gen. Bowser collapses against the tree in exhaustion::: # ::pain splinters from her claws, moans softly against dry ground:: @ ::The tornado tosses Fluffy to and fro as he yells:: Skreeeeeeeeech!!!! # :: The Doctor hits the ground with a thus, as he has landed in a soft bog, by luck. An outcropping of sharp rocks is just yards away.::: @ ::Irish lands with a large splat right in the middle of the worst of the swamp:: #:::Panting, he looks around uncomprehendingly at the damage::: @ ::Fluffy is thrown violently agains the ground and knocked unconscious.:: #:::The winds whip around briefly and then rush away gone. A strange quiet falls over the scene.::: @ ::Irish blinks his eyes:: # :: The Doctor opens one eye and looks into an oddly blue sky. C;ear already.::: @ I knew it! This was a bad idea .. :::Irish looks at all the slime on his fur with disgust:: # ::struggles against the pain, determined to be brave like Fluffy:: # :: The Doctor sits up and begins to look around. The area is covered with broken bushes and trees, and visible is the ruins of the plutonium plant. The Doctor is very worried about radiation.::: # :: The Doctor takes his watch out of his pocket and scans the area.::: # ::takes deep breath and forces herself to situp:: # Amazing! This area should be covered with radioactive contamination, but it isn't! #:::Gen. Bowser struggles to his feet and begins pushing himself thru the broken brush::: # :: The Doctor stands and sees General Bowser, and quickly moves towards him.::: # Haroooo! Anybody here? @ ::Still unconscious, looks dead as doornail:: # General, are you hurt? @ This is Maker's fault .. If only I had stayed in home .. ::Irish climbs out of the slimy hole with a loud squelching sound:: # Ah, Doctor, good, you made it thru. #::looks himself over::: # :: The Doctor greets Bowser as he emerges from the bushes.::: # ::sees blood dripping from her clawless paw, her hindleg twisted beneath her and around her she scents trouble:: # I appear to have made it thru relatively unscathed. # Dogs. ::fur rises on back of her neck:: # General, it is good to see you well. Let's see who needs help. # Yes indeed. I wonder if any of my soldiers are alive. # ::struggles to stand as figures move in the underbrush toward her:: @ Hey you ! This is no time to be taking a nap .. # :: The Doctor finds a Basset dog warrior he saw earlier, but his back is clearly broken, wrapped around a tree stump.::: Poor fellow. @::moans and stirs:: # :: The Doctor moves towards a figure he sees through the underbrush.::: @ ::Irish looks like a swamp thing with all the mulch and such on his fur:: # Hello there, are you hurt? @ ::Pulls himself up and turns to face Irish:: #:::Bowser sniffs the dead body, then gives a quick howl for the dead::: # ::mewls softly:: Fluffy, where are --- ::sees Doctor and freezes:: # ::hisses raising a clawless paw at Doctor:: Keep away! @ To Irish: What in the heck are you anyway? @ A very angry muddy cat .. #::He howls, warning the Heavenly Hunting grounds that a mighty hunter is approaching::: # :: The Doctor smiles::: Now, now, my friend, I am here to help you. Your leg looks a little worse for wear. If you would allow me... #::He then trots off in the direction the Doctor went::: @ ::Looks at his own fur and grimmices:: I can see why! Where are we anyway? # ::struggles again to stand::I won't be fed to the dogs, stranger. @ I am going to have to jump in a pool of wet stuff to get all of this junk off my fur. ::Irish looks very displeased:: # No, of course not. This is the kind of problem we need to work on together, don't you think? # Keep back, I say! ::pushes away from Doctor and falls as her leg collapses beneath her:: @ Either that or a 12 hour job licking yourself clean. @ We are in a swamp .. #:::Bowser sees the injured yet whole Tabby and growls menacingly::: @ I am not licking this stuff with my tongue .. @ There must be somewhere to wash off, let's explore. # ::mewls with pain and frustration:: It's only twisted. I'll be fine. I have to escape. # Are you responsible for this...TABBY? # ::hisses at Basset, regaining her courage:: You are the ones with a lazy bloodlust, mutt. @ Wait ! Whats that up ahead ? ::Irish stops and looks at something moving:: @::Pauses and looks in the direction the stranger indicates:: # Now, General, let's see if we can help this noble feline and take a look at that plutonoium facility. I somehow thing that there is a lot to learn over there. # I might have known that YOUR KIND would come thru that horror intact. @ ::Sniffs the air:: It's a dog! # I will do as you ask, Doctor...for now. # ::jumps to her feet ingnoring pain to lunge at Basset:: My kind?! Typical of you to use that pigheaded, overbearing attitude, Bowser!! # :: The Doctor raises his hands::: Now, now, all three types of creatures survived, but many did not. I am interested in finding out what has happened here. I will probably need your help. I'll be glad to help you, ah, brave cat. Nice to meet you, I am the Doctor. @ ::Stealthily sneaks up a prods the dog with a stick:: @ An injured one at that .. ::Irish makes an odd clunking noise as the mud hardens around him:: *** Fluffy is now known as Spot # And this is General Bowser. I suggest a united front at least until we can decide on who the real enemy is here. # ::studies Doctor a long curious moment:: Skreech, you may call me. Just what you are you anyway? ::howls in pain:: #:::nods his head grudgingly::: @ Leave me to die, cursed cat! # ::to Bowser:: He doesn't look like one of your tin friends. @ I suppose we will have to bring him with us .. # :: The Doctor reaches to assist Skreech and heads towards the plutonium facility wreckage.::: Now, for one thing, no tornado could tear apart steel and concrete like that. It just oisn't possible. And tghere's so much more.... @ I can't go anywhere with you, my leg is busted, fool. # He is a visitor to our world. #:::follows the Doctor::: @Leave me be! *** Spot is now known as Fluffy # Nice to meet you Skreech. I am here to visit and well, events seem to have taken hold of my visit's agenda, so to speak. @ Maker gets upset if I dont help others .. Not that it makes much difference to me if he does.. @ I say leave him here to rot. @ He and his kind are responsible for the destruction of my planet. # ::whispers curiously:: He's flesh, but what happened to all his fur? @Let the Basset die. @ No , We are going to take him with us .. *** Fluffy is now known as Spot # :::A basset trooper emerges from the wreckage and salutes General Bowser, but is obviously shaken.::: Two others dead, over there sir! I have already administered the Howl of Passage. # Pond only receives visitors who wish to exploit it, do you too? @ Even if he is of a lesser species .. # Then what could be responsible for this damage. @ Take me where? I don't want to go with you two mangy cats! #::returns the dog soldier's salute::: @ Lesser species? ::Struggles to feet:: # :: The Doctor turns to Skreech and looks into the beautiful cat eyes as they walk along::: Watch me and judge for yourself, Skreech. # Fall in, soldier, while we inspect the damage. @ I dont care what you want .. You are going to be rescued by us even if you dont want to be .. @ Lesser species? You two look like something the cat drug in! Hah! # ::utters slight hiss at Basset soldier more intrigued by stranger:: # :: The Doctor leads the small party over to the plutonium facility, which is totally destroyed.::: @ ::face twisted by pain:: Maybe I could use the help after all. @ At least we landed on our feet and didnt break a limb . ::snarls:: # If not nature, and not the Tabbys, then who? # The robots are to blame, no doubt. They bring death to our kits. @ ::nods:: I will give you that much, feline. # They poison the water and the air with their factories. Any YOU let them, mutts. # Well, my friends, what do you make of this? Try and explain it. Steel and concrete ripped apart, the facility totally destroyed, but based on my scan the noxious plutonium itself has remained trapped in the basement, which is intact. @ I will go with you, provided you can reel in your friend there. ::Points to Fluffy who is seething with anger:: *** Spot is now known as Fluffy # Then the poison remains in the ground. @ I will have no part of this, stranger. If you want to rescue him, I hold you accountable for his actions. # Not I, Skreech. If anyone is responsible, tis the Queen. True, I like the technology we have gained, but...:::doggie shrug:::: @ Compassion is well its something that I can not think of now .. #::::Bowser scratches himself in puzzlement, wondering how that could have happened::: # ::quirks ears at unexpected admission from Bowser:: @ ::Looks at the stranger with a threatening glare:: He is your responsiblity. Am I clear? @ Kindness is milk for cats .. ::trying to think of some good phrases:: # ::shrugs:: Bassets are peculiar. That's probably how the robots can control you and leave poison in the ground to destroy our Pond. @ ::Appraises the stranger and decided his character is a noble one, however misguided..extends paw:: I am Fluffy, you are? # I am a simple dog...but perhaps simpler than I should be...:::sighs and shakes his head, jowls quivering::: # ::to Doctor:: The robots are even stronger than we thought. How do they control the wind, Doctor? *** Quits: DoctorT (Read error to DoctorT[ABD42A0A.ipt.aol.com]: Connection reset by peer) @ I am Irish T Cat. Traveler and Advisor to Maker of Noises, my companion .. *** Skreech is now known as Swizzle @ ::Nods:: well met, Irish T Cat [[Oh He missed that didnt he :( ]] *** Joins: DoctorT (newbie@ABD342CC.ipt.aol.com) [[Have to make sure he catches that line Irish just uttered ;) ]] @ May I suggest that we go to a place of my people, where we can get cleaned up? # ::a deactivated Swizzlebot whirs with new life at the end of a hugh energy beam from space:: *** GenBowser sets mode: +o DoctorT # ::extends radars and head pans area 360 degrees::: # :: The Doctor turns to his small audience and stabs his finger into the air.::: But there is still more! [[Repeating Irishs line for Tunas beneifit]] @ I am Irish T Cat. Traveler and Advisor to Maker of Noises, my companion .. @ Whats your name Dog ? # ::stops and focuses on the walking group of Bassets, Tabby and humanoid:: *** Fluffy is now known as spot # Look, a Swizzlebot approaches! # ::rolls forward, pointing a probe at Tabby:: HALT! HALT! @ I am going to have to break this mud if I am going to be able to move at all.. @ I am Spot ::Extends paw to Irish:: # :: The Doctor turns and smiles::: Oh no, another noisy egoist machine. @ /nick Fluffy @ ::Irish touches paw:: # ::scans Skreech up and down:: Beep, beep, errk, processing, Tabby renegade. *** spot is now known as Fluffy # I am Gen. Bowser, Swizzlebot @ Now watch carefully . This is something only I can do .. Skreech> Renegade yourself. Keep away you tin box. ::smacks bloody paw at Swizzlebot:: @ Follow me and I will take you to a place of my people. Bring him or not, as you decide. ::Nods towards Spot:: # The Tabby is in our care, you need not concern yourself with it. # Skreech> ::licks paw:: @ ::Watches Irish:: # :: The Doctor takes a small pen-like objct out of hi pocket, points it at the robot, and a small flash disables the probe beam on the swizzle-bot.::: @ ::Irish swells to an immense size shattering the mud mold that had hardened around him :: # Sensors indicate total destruction of plant. # Massive atmospheric disturbance, complete systems failure. # :: The Doctor steps in front of the robot::: Now stop that and join the conversation. We've got all the critical players here now, and we ouight to be able to piece this together. @Impressive! You must teach me your ways, Irish. @ ::Then he shrinks back to regular cat size:: # ::pokes Skreech with probe:: Tabby sabotage! # And how did that happen, oh mighty Swizzlebot? # ::whirs with processing:: @ That's a trick I would like to learn. @ May I suggest that we go to the Tabby Spirit Circle of my people? @ Its something you have to be born with .. ::looks immodest:: # Sensors blocked. Computer analysis indicates energy projectors unknown to sentient life on this planet. # :: The Doctor tut tuts::: Now listen, Swizzle-spawn, get in contact with that highly developed machine intelligebnce of yours and give us some insight into how and wshy this is happening. # Inference concludes Tabbys have alien assistance to shield sabotage projectors from Swizzle sensors. @ I am indeed envious then. Come let us go, some of us still need to clean ourselves. @ Lets get to this Spirit circle .. # ::probes whirl toward Doctor accusingly:: Why have you come, alien? # :: The Doctor laughs::: How absurd! These spiritualist felines are actuallty fronting for a high tech invasion of this planet when in reality they just want to run and hunt and live. Please, you've been here too long to buy that story. @ Yes, I lead. Bring him or not as you decide ::Turns and walks away:: *** Fluffy is now known as Spot # Skreech> Suspicious little tin box. @ Come Spot.. @::Irish carves a cane for the injured mutt with his claws:: # Let's face it, you would love to blame it on the Tabbys because they atand in the way of your exploitation of this planet. It's worth an awful lot more than a p[ile of plutonium and a few barges of benzene, you know. @ Friendly sort isn't he? ALright I am coming, just keep yourself between him and I, okay, Irish? # ::whirs in contemplation:: *** Spot is now known as Fluffy # Explain comment. @::Relentlessly leads the way through the swamp:: # :::Gen. Bowzer listens to the Doctor, who seems to be making a certain amount of sense::: @ You Dogs are the ones wrecking this world for pretty toys .. I'd say he has good reason to be upset .. *** Fluffy is now known as Spot # It seems clear to me that it isn't the Bassets, they just want bigger bones, and it isn't the Tabbys because they just want to be left alone and live in a tense coexistence with the Bassets. And it certainly isn't SWIZZle, unless there are some big tax write offs for this. Which leaves... @Yeah? I think you've got it backwards. It's the Tabby's that made that whirlwind, I am sure of it! *** Spot is now known as Fluffy # Who? # ::Skreech's ears twitch expectantly, Swizzle's radars whir:: @ ::Calls back:: We are at the plains now, follow me, home is near! ::Takes off with an easy loping stride:: [[Word]] @ = Spirit Circle # :: The Doctor taps his foot::: Well, go on, must I think of everything. And that leaves.... @::Fluffy, Spot and Irish arrive at the Spirit Circle:: @ ::Guards step forward to surround the party:: @ ::Tabby's encircle the encampment as the grand old gray Tabby Felina awakens from her exhausting visions:: # The planet itself? @ Coming through . COming through .. ::Irish nudges the guards out of the way:: # Skreech> you mean there is another force trying to destroy us? @ # Very good General, that is a possibility. I was worried for a moment there you would suggest it was my humbl self. # ::sensors light up:: Negative. Swizzle sensors indicate no other lifeform on this planet. #:::smiles a doggy smile::: @ Excuse me. Dont you know its rude to poke a dignitary such as myself ? @ # Obviously a power we have not encountered yet. If your guess is corfrect, General, we could be in for a great deal of trouble. @ ::Motions to Irish:: shhhh! #:::nods in agreement:::: @ ::Felina looks up:: Fluffy, ::looks at others confused:: what is this? @ Take us to your leader .. @ ::Steps forward to address Felina:: @ Felina> Where is Skreech, Fluffy. And who are those that you brought? # :: The Doctor paces back and forth::: But how do you go about testing that hypothesis? This could be a very, very dangerous situation. What you are suggesting is very dangerous and potentially tragic, General. @ Honored One, It is I, Fluffy, with outsiders...Irish, and Spot @ I am Irish T Cat. Traveler and Advisor to Maker of Noises, my companion .. @ ::Hangs head:: As for Skreetch, I do not know what befell her. @ And it seems something unusual is going on here on this planet .. # Skreech> Pond would never turn against us. This our home. # Doggie Guard> :::Steps forward::: How can a planet be alive, and what could it do to us? @ Felina>::nods:: Yes, I have felt it. But wait, who is this Basset? @ This is Spot . He was injured by the whirlywind that grabbed us .. @ ::Felina rises and goes to Spot:: # :: The Doctor nods towards the guard::: Well, here is something which both Tabbys and Bassets may be able to understand. Have tou ever had fleas? *** Fluffy is now known as Spot @::Reeling with pain:: @ Felina> Yes, yes I see. Quickly, sit him upon my pillows. Fluffy, retrieve my medicinals please. @ At least now I know how Makers socks feel.. #:::looks sheepish and nods yes::: @ ::Irish slips into a contemplative mode:: # And how did you treat those fleas? @ Fluffy> ::Grudgingly fetches things and brings them to Felina:: # Skreech> Tabbys never have fleas. We prize good hygiene. #:::snorts::: # We scratch? @ ::Falls down into the pillows, moaning with pain:: # Skreech> A Tabby's coat should be as clean as her drinking water. # Oh come come now, no fALSE MODESTY. How would you react to noxious and bothersome parasites which lived on your body? @ Fluffy> Honored One, You can not mean to minister to a Bassett? @ No time for naps I suppose . ::Irish says to himself:: @ Felina> We are all threads on the web of life, Fluffy. @ Solve this riddle then take a nap .. @ ::Felina gently cleans Spot's wounds with her drinking water:: @Fluffy> If you say so, then it must be, Honored one ::Looks unconvinced:: # Swizzle>Do you suggest the planet attacks our facilities as if they were parasites, Doctor? @ Its the Billiard Table theory of life I'd say .. @ ::Relaxes, realizing he will not be hurt by Felina:: # That is what I am suggesting, but I just hope it isn't true. Because if it is, you may have met an opponent you cannot hope to defeat. @ Felina> I see you do not believe, Fluffy. @Fluffy> ::Cocks head towards Irish:: Billiard table? @ Felina> Perhaps we have been in conflict too long for our kits and pups to remember how it was before the tin creatures came. @ Its a strange human game where they take sticks and knock round balls into holes.. @Fluffy> No honored one, I do not. These people are destroying life as we know it. How can I find them anything other than an enemy? # If you are bothered by fleas, you don't just get pick out a few of the bad ones. Oh, you may scratch at a particularly itchy spot.. :::the Dr waves his hands at the destroyed plant::: ...but after a while you do somnething quite a bit more drastic. @ If you hit one ball it runs into other balls causing them to move in random directions .. @ ::Speaks, I get it , you mean we aren't in control of our fate, Irish? We are all the victims of random events? @ The table they play on is a lovely shade of color though .. @ Felina> When I was a kit, the warrior Bassets hunted the rocky land and the noble Tabbys ruled the savannas. @ Felina> But when the droughts came we shared the same water, the same great pond that gives us and our world life. # :: The Doctor looks up into the sky and speaks to the Swizzle robot::: Well, perhaps a different vantage point would help? @ Well You are the ball thats heading ino ne direction but along the way you are knocking the other balls in all sorts of odd directions .. @ Felina> Then Swizzle came and the great pond divided us. it is destroying our world. @Fluffy> ::Listens to Felina, seeking her wisdom, trying to understand:: @ Is this why the Tabbys are trying to destroy all the industrial installations? # ::pulses with data, quirks vision probe at Doctor:: Theory requires further anaylsis and proof. ::radars whir:: # Transmat to Swizzle Control suggested. @ Fluffy> WE aren't the ones destroying things here, it is YOUR people who see to that, Bassett. @ A good biliard player can see what the balls will do if he hits one in this or that direction.. @ Felina>Quiet your rage, young ones. # :: The Doctor looks around at the crowd::: Yes, a higher vantage point is called for. Shall we follow mthis invitation? I also want to scan for my companion the noble emerald cat Irish. @Fluffy> I obey, Old One # :: The Doctor turns and walks towards the transmat circle::: Are you sure this thing is properly aligned? @ Felina to Spot>You have my word, Spot. The Tabbys have taken no action against the Bassets. # I will go with you, Doctor. @ But if not you then who attacked our plants? # :: The Doctor smiles at the General::: We are going to need a LOT of witnesses from both sides if we are to convince others of what we find. Thank you, General. @ Now all we need to figure out is whos sinking the balls in play .. # :;robot rolls into transmat circle and extends transmat decoder:: Alignment within 1.23334.5678.546 23 grotzigs # :: The Doctor stands next to the robot in the circle::: Going up! *** Spot is now known as Fluffy # Will you come with us, Skreech? # Yes, Skreech, come with us, we need a Tabby to see this. @ :Stands stiffy at Felina's side listening to Irish and trying to see his point:: @ Do you mean to say that there is a third party here? @ Not a very subtle player whoever it is .. Just taking straight power shots.. # Skreech> ::proudly limps into circle:: In that case I will go as a witness for my kin, Doctor. It's about time the Tabbys knew what abominations are inside the great tin boxes. # Skreech> Well, all right, but I'm wary of these dogs and their machine tools! @Will you help us to discover this player? @ Well if the dogs didnt do it and you didnt do it That leaves a third party .. # :::The group blinks out of existence and is gone.::: $ = Swizzle Control Sat @ I suppose I must if I ever want to get my nap in.. @ Felina>::quirks ears at Irish's comment:: Yes, the destruction is brutal but not clever. I see what you mean, but I find it hard to believe that such a party could get by the best hunters of my people. $ :: The Doctor and group appear on a tgransmat platform on the Swizzle Sat.::: *** Fluffy is now known as Spot $ :: The Doctor brushes himself of.:: I just can't get used to those things! @ Its sort of hard to sleep if a Whirlywind might suck you up as soon as you close your eyes.. @ I don't believe it. A third party? $ $:::Gen. Bowser runs over to a window and looks down at the planet below::: $::he smiles and pants::: *** Spot is now known as Fluffy $ :: The Doctor steps over to a vast control panel overlooking the beautiful planet below.::: $ ::an identical Swizzlebot rolls up to transmat party, bleeps and rolls off:: $ I love how our world looks from space. $ :: The Doctor sighs::: Let's just hope that isn't our adversary! @ Felina, will you give us your counsel, will you seek the truth in a vision quest? @ Is that some sort of Holovision thing ? $ Skreech>::gapes at the miraculous view of Pond, a giant ball of blue with only a small splotch of land:: $ :: The Doctor begins punching buttons, dumps his water sample into AN analysis vial.::: $ Indeed ::wags his tail:::: @ Lets get on with it .. @::Growls menacingly at Irish:: Do not belittle the vision quest, stranger! $ Skreech>::remembers Bowser is nearby and recollects indifferent stance:: *** Fluffy is now known as Felina @ Belittle ? I happen to like Holovision very much .. ::sniffs:: @ ::Felina goes into a visionary trance:: $ :: The Doctor fiddles with the switches while he speaks to those looking out of the view window.::: See your common home, hanging like a bright blue marble against the inky black velvet of space. It is a very wonderful thing, a planet like this. Very precious. It gave both of your civilizations life. @ Felina>Gently Fluffy. Our visitor kin uses humor to transpose fear. He means no harm. ::Begins to speak:: $ ::nods in understanding, walks around the room, looking at things::: $ :: The Doctor scans a printout and then stands, slowly walking to the window.::: @ I see great forces $ Skreech>I see why Felina refers to our world as a great web within a pond. $ :: The Doctor looks out the window and heaves a sigh.::: Well, the findings from this vantage point are not encouraging. @ I see forces moving... @ Hmm :::Irish closes one eye:: So this is a vision quest . I get these sometime myself you know with bits of future and past and present all mixed up in one great glob of now . It would confuse most anyone dont you know .. @ They are hard to see, the way is not clear... The forces seem to be underground... $ It seems as if this planet has not been intruded upon by any energy or force beam which could have produced these meteorological anomalies. All of that destructive power came from right here on Pond. #:::ears perk up and he walks back over to the Doctor::: $ Skreech> Felina is right then. This alliance with the Swizzles are turning our world against us, Basset. @Take my hand, Irish. @ Join with me in the vision quest. @ Perhaps your insight will help to separate the then and now I see. $ Either we have the perpetrator buried deep underground in an installation I cannot find or ... the General's guess may be correct. It has been known to happen. @Shouldnt that be paw ? ::Irish closes his other eye:: I dont really need physical contact .. $:::whines a little at the idea of the planet turning against them::: @::Lays her PAW lightly on Irish's shoulder:: $ You see, the water sample shows that the plutonium from the plant was actually beibng eaten by an engineered microorganism in the water. Almost as if it was created as a clan-up effort. That concerns me greatly. $ Skreech>Our world has been made our enemy? ::hisses at Bowser:: Your queen is a foolish mutt to have made a deal with these metal midgets!! @ Generally the past has a red tinge , the future a blue and the present a white one.. @ ::Like an electric current the vision explodes into Irish's mind:: $ Yes, how could that happen without the might Swizzle knowing it? [[PikaChu!]] @ We are underground, near theGuld of Sighs... $ ::rows of sensor banks begin to flicker frantically:: @ ::Irish begins to glow a soft green color:: [[You wouldnt like me when I'm angry Mr McGee ]] $ ::dozens of Swizzlebots whir with motion, one rolls up to the one by the Doctor and the pair exchange a series of high-pitched bleeps and klrrks:: $ :: The Doctor turns and paces, gooing into lecturette mode::: You see, somthing like it once happened on Earth. There was too much carbon dioxide being spewed into the atmosphere, and portions of the living and non-living elements reacted to it by soaking up more CO2. The planet was reacting to defend itself. It didn't go so far as to fully mobilize the planet, but other planets have not been so lucky. $ ::bots whirls toward Doctor's assembly:: Danger, alert! @ :: Chants in a sing song voice:: @ Thats interesting .. Almost like a giant horde of moles all digging in one spt. $ Skreech> ::fur rises:: What's going on? $ What danger? $ The Doctor shakes his head::: Of the three planets whoich have gained sentience, none has allowed any portion of its flora or fauna to remain once it became active and aware of them. Absolute destruction of every living cell. $ ::radars twirl:: Tectonic activity reported. < is there a robot here with us?> $ That's...horrible!! $ ::The Doctor looks down through the huge view window::: I think our irritated planet is just about toi scartch again. @ The earth is moving underground, how can this be so? $ Sensors indicate massive energy buildup at range 8.9 on Heimlich-X2-Viktor_Reich scale. [[Wheres that robot at ? These actors all over the place but never where they are needed]] $ Position triangulation required. :::radars bleep to control panel:: $ Let me see, and that location would be right where a Swizzle installation exists. Correct? $ ::windowpanel changes images in a whizzing pan of the surface area:: @ Id say our third player is about to sink some more balls with another power shot .. $:::growls in frustration::: @ I see destruction before us.. @ The earth will move here, above ground as well as below.. $ How can we make it stop? $ Geographic position: 3.5997 at 34.56 degrees and 34.567 sec. Visual display. *** Felina is now known as Spot $ :: The Doctor looks at the display::: Hmm, the Gulf of Sighs it seems. Not far from the Royal Doghouse. $ ::windowpanel stops on view of a large Benzene factory, the image closes in as the rocks on the ground begin to tremble:: ::Watches Felina, freaked:: I think You are the one who is causing all this trouble, old cat!:: @ A rearranging of the tectonic plates underneath that spot .. $ Swizzle, you must warn them immediately!! $ :: The Doctor shakes his head sadly::: My friends, our only hope is to make sure that this sleeper does not awaken. @ Be quiet foolish puppy .. @I think you are some sort of evil spirit master! A witch! This is all your doing! @ Stop your yapping .. I am trying to concentrate here dont you know .. $ Because if it does, we may see a horrific global extermination effort, plant woide bio-cide! @ Yapping? Yapping? Look at her, cat! She is freaking weird! And YOU! YOU are green! $ ::radars whir ignoring Bowser:: Danger, danger, tectonic eruption in progress. Priority analysis required! $ I am afraid we may be too late. *** Spot is now known as Felina @ And whats wrong with green ? Its the shade of life.. @I feel it! There! The earth is moving... ::Begins to shake:: $ Skreech> ::mewls in concern:: All your firends can do is think, basset. We have to do something. Our world can not turn against us! @I feel the earfh move under my feet.. ::Trembles vilolently, eyes roll into the back of her head:: $ Skreech> ::touches a battered paw to the windowpanel unable to stop the rocks shaking but leaving a blood print behind:: @ ::Irish concentrates:: I think you need to leave the vision quest now Felina .. Your in over your head .. @::Falls over, losing consciousness:: *** Felina is now known as Fluffy $ ::as the alarms roar, the Swizzlebots echo a chorus of bleeps, whizzes and meaningless klrrps:: @::Jumps to Felina's side, growling at Spot:: YOU are responsible for this! @ Be quiet .. I am trying to focus and see whats causing all of this .. Ive almost got it in sight .. @::Takes Felina into his arms and moves her away from the Basset:: Guards, take him! @ ::Irish starts to levitate off the ground as the green glow surrounding him becomes blindingly intense:: @ Almost got it ! @::Irish plops to the ground the green glow disappearing completely:: @ Whatever it is its making war on the things causing the enviroment to go out of whack .. @ But It vanished before I could get it in focus .. <> <> <> Hurray!!! Bravo! Great job simmers! Good fun script Tuna no one laughed at my jokes:-( What a great job you all did! Good job everyone!!! Apllesause for everone I loved your ending Rob, don't mistake my levity. LOL I laughed David,just not on screen oh, good:-) I didn't mean that David. I was concentrating David .. I'm always laughing at you David. Just kidding. hee hee And good job with Felina Mary. You did great with her. :) Thanks for taking charge of her. I was drowning there. Now one can Felina like you can Jen OK, gotta go. Watch for the next script early this time. Night Tuna!! Well Irish let slip his true feelings about Maker tonight ;) Night Tuna *poof* Night Tuna No, no, we laugh WITH him not at him, unless he's not here then it's... oh that's right he's here. Nevermind. *** Quits: DoctorT (Quit: ) I had better go too, it was fun simming with you Rob :) ::::sticking out my tongue at Jen, then grinning:: NIght all! Night Mary!! Night Mary Night Jen Night Mary. Have a good weekend. Night David Night Rob. Take care. Night Rob! *** Quits: Fluffy (Quit: Leaving) *** Parts: IrishTCat (rlstubbs@user-2ivf1hn.dialup.mindspring.com) Night Jen-Jen!! Well, I guess I better go eat din din. good thinking:-) Talk to this weekend David. you. okey dokey!! *** Quits: GenBowser (Quit: Leaving) Damn, still can't type as fast as I think. Session Close: Wed Jun 23 23:50:22 1999