Session Start: Thu Feb 07 21:35:41 2002
*** Now talking in #whosim
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*** Jacie sets mode: +o AlxKeegan
*** Jacie sets mode: +o Dr10
*** Jacie sets mode: +o TimeLadyX
<TimeLadyX> Oh, sorry about that.  didn't notice other people had actually arrived
*** Jacie changes topic to 'NADW Sim: Cup of Ages Pt 1'
<TimeLadyX> Oh, HI's nice and warm at the moment.  I just got back from an eye appointment
<Jacie> No prob. I wonder where Cody is?
<Dr10> bak
<Jacie> Hey Tuna! Shouldn't we be making breakfast plans soon?
<AlxKeegan> hurray!! not sure where Cody is
<TimeLadyX> beats me.  I didn't see him yesterday either when I called that DrCo meeting
<Dr10> Yes, Saturday, first weekend of March.
<Jacie> I hope he's ok.
<AlxKeegan> hope so too
<Jacie> What time works for you Tuna?
<TimeLadyX> hehe...you sound like the Star Trek club I'm in
<AlxKeegan> are you visiting, or able to play also, TL?
<Dr10> AM.
<TimeLadyX> We go to the brunch in Waikiki every second sunday of the month
<Jacie> 9 or 8?
<TimeLadyX> Oh...I was kind of drooling over the part of Poirot
<AlxKeegan> Hey Jen, where is Cape Cod?
<Dr10> I'll drop my debaters off early morning at thwe tournament and then drive to where you are, as long as I get back to them by the early afternoon it is OK.
<TimeLadyX> But if he's being played by someone else, I can just hang and watch
<Jacie> Ah, well Tuna's debate travels bring him my way once a year. We try to keep a steady date.
<Dr10> Brunch mioght be OK.
<AlxKeegan> no one has claimed him yet
<Jacie> So 10am?
<AlxKeegan> I didn't get to send the prologue story out yet
<Jacie> Is Double T Diner ok? Where we met last time?
<Dr10> OK by me!
<Dr10> That would be fine, but the Waikiki sounds interesting.
<AlxKeegan> he sent the Holmes an invitation to the New Year's Eve party, along with a note requesting their help on a case of his
<Jacie> So Saturday March 2nd, 10am at Double T on Rt 40 in Ellicott City.
<Dr10> Yes, that could be it. I hope I set the coordinates properly.
<Jacie> Call me when you get to town or Friday to confirm ok? I'm putting the date on my pda.
<AlxKeegan> just go with David Suchet as Poirot and you'll be fine, TL:-)
<Dr10> Better you call me.
<Jacie> Still the same cell phone number?
<Dr10> Yep. 802-238-8345.
<Jacie> David, Cape Cod is in Massachussets.
<AlxKeegan> ahh, I see
<Jacie> Ok, then I'll ring you on Friday March 1st.
<AlxKeegan> that's right
<Dr10> Okey dokey, as David would say. *wink*
<Jacie> TL, if you want Poirot that's fine with me. I'll take the Holmes'
<Jacie> Shall we do a CASTING CALL?
<AlxKeegan> is there some kinda Cape thingie in Maryland?
<AlxKeegan> <===========Eos and Irish
<Jacie> <===== Mary Russell
<TimeLadyX> Thought you were going to play Holmes' wife
<Jacie> <==== Sherlock Holmes, infamous detective
<AlxKeegan> that is Holmes' wife:-)
<Dr10> <=== the Doctor
<Jacie> <If we had a short cast I said I'd do both.>
<TimeLadyX> <<Yeah, I know....I meant when she said she would play Holmes>>
<AlxKeegan> <me am silly>
<AlxKeegan> <sorry>
<Dr10> <===occasional golems, police, servants.
<AlxKeegan> <any questions before we start, anyone?>
<Jacie> <I know. The apostrophe didn't really come off as I said it. Holmes's>
<TimeLadyX> <------Poirot
<AlxKeegan> <I can play Lord Wyndham-Pryce too, if necessary>
<TimeLadyX> <<come on little printer, print faster>>
<Jacie> <David there are lots of capes in Maryland. We do have a big bay separating the state and an oceanfront border.>
<AlxKeegan> <cool cool>
<Dr10> <Jon Pertwee had lots of capes....>
<Jacie> <Cool, then are we all set? Other people have logs rolling?>
<Jacie> <I especially loved the red silk-lined ones. ;)>
<AlxKeegan> <log is rolling, ants are atop it doing the log-rolling contest:-)>
<Dr10> <Break a leg>
<AlxKeegan> <"keep running or we'll drown!">
<Jacie> <LOL. Ask me later. That soo reminds me of a dirty joke.>
<Jacie> <That's it!>
<Jacie> <Have fun gang.>
<AlxKeegan> <<<The New Adventures of Dr. Who Simulation>>>
<AlxKeegan> <<Dr.Who in "The Cup of Ages", Part One>>
<AlxKeegan> <<<by David A. Sharpe>>>
*** Jacie is now known as MaryHolmes
*** AlxKeegan is now known as DWEosIrish
<Dr10> # :::There is a strange bulbous shimmering of the ether as the Doctor and party arrive.::::
<MaryHolmes> @ = Holmes's arrival
<DWEosIrish> <i'm very seriously considering having Irish run off with Streaky the Super-Cat when we do the LSH crossover:-0>
*** TimeLadyX is now known as HPoirot
<Dr10> # ::The Doctor straithens the lapels of his cord jack and looks around.:::
<DWEosIrish> # :::Eos and Irish land gently on the ground as the exit the portal, along with the Doctor:::
<Dr10> # I so wish the TARDIS would finiosh regenerating, we must get back to find Jacie. She is probably turning time and space upside down trying to find us.
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<MaryHolmes> @ ::the wheels of a quaint silver roadster crunch to a stop on the pebble circle drive::
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<DWEosIrish> <hi Cody!>
<MaryHolmes> <Cody, you're here!>
<TheBrig> <Hi overslept after Dr>
<MaryHolmes> <Everything ok? Wanna play Sherlock Holmes?>
<DWEosIrish> <oh, the time setting is Dec. 31, 1923>
<Dr10> #:::Even though we vanished in an apparent supernova, Jacie's not that easily fooled.
<HPoirot> <<Do I get a scene marker?>>
<DWEosIrish> <why don't you use %, TL>
<HPoirot> <<cool>>
<MaryHolmes> @ ::carefully folds up the road map:: See, we made good time after all. I told you the roundabout was a better shortcut.
<DWEosIrish> # :::Eos looks herself over, then calls out excitedly to the Doctor:::
<DWEosIrish> # Eos> Look Doctor!
<HPoirot> % :::Paces around the parlor, irritably:::
*** TheBrig is now known as SHolmes
<Dr10> #:::The Doctor holds up his finger to the wind::: England, late December, 1923, or perhaps 1924.
<MaryHolmes> <Cool Cody! I'm finding it hard to get started myself.>
<DWEosIrish> # :::she shows off the fact that her silvery jumpsuit has changed into a high necked gown, very fashionable:::
<SHolmes> The shortest trip is n't always the best
<HPoirot> % :::Stops and checks the hall clock against his wrist watch:::
<HPoirot> % :::Opens the front of the clock nudges the minute hands back two minutes:::
<Dr10> #Very nice, Eos. But do you have sensible shoes?
<MaryHolmes> @ Now, now Holmes, the world is changing. I rather prefer the freedom of one's own motor carriage than to be a slave to railray timetables.
<DWEosIrish> <oh, and Poirot's note particularly requested that Holmes bring along his wife, that her expertise would be needed as well>
<HPoirot> % :::continues pacing:::  Imagine Hastings having better things to do.  :::Humphs:::
<DWEosIrish> # :::looks down and sees that the shoes indeed look sensible, yet glamorous::
<DWEosIrish> # Eos> Very keen!
<DWEosIrish> # :::Irish sits, licking his fur::
<Dr10> #::The Doctor looks around::: Countryside, so beautiful. Sometimes I think England is a little pit of heaven, petaphorically speaking.
<HPoirot> % :::paces over to the hall table and scrutinizes it closely:::
<DWEosIrish> # Irish> polymorphic clothing..how quaint.
<MaryHolmes> @ ::as her husband opens to car door for her:: Why did Msr. Poirot insist I come along, Holmes?
<SHolmes> @ Freedom? You mean freedom to negotiate narrow lanes in an nosiy winy dreadful instead of relaxing like a gentleman and contemplating the countryside
<Dr10> # Aha, I hear sopme social activity, through those trees. Well, what are we wairting for? We came to get involved.
<HPoirot> % :::takes out a handkerchief and dusts it off, leaning close to check for even a speck of dust:::
<SHolmes> @ Perhaps she wanted company, what do you think?
<HPoirot> % :::Moves the flowerpot a quarter turn to the right:::
<MaryHolmes> <Uh he? Msr. is abbreviated for monsieur.
<Dr10> #It does sound like a lively party for this place and time. Shall we investigate?
<DWEosIrish> # Eos> That sounds like fun, Doctor.  :::to Irish::: shall we?
<HPoirot> % :::Paces over to the hallmirror and checks his moustache in the reflection:::
<SHolmes> <I thought it was just M>
<DWEosIrish> # Irish> :::sighs::: Oh, very well.
<MaryHolmes> @ Hmmm, I didn't think Hercule was a New Year's Eve celebratory sort of person.
<HPoirot> % :::Humphs and pulls out a set of moustache clippers:::
<MaryHolmes> <Oh, well I was guessing. I think I've seen both.>
<HPoirot> % :::Puts the clippers away, smoothes his moustache, and checks his watch, again:::
<SHolmes> @ Which gives extra eveidence that  we are not here fror merely a party
<SHolmes> @ Just as insisting you come along would ensure that we traveled by motor car
<MaryHolmes> @ ::nods toward the still house:: So does the lack of decorations. As you often say Holmes, I think the game is afoot.
<DWEosIrish> <I'll brb, got to help sarah with kojack>
<Dr10> #:::The Doctor leads them through a narrow stand of trees and into a clearing which faces on a handsome English Manor house, not too opulent, but handsome and distinguished.:::
<SHolmes> @ ::Pauses to open his silver cigarette case and offers it  to Mary Holmes::
<MaryHolmes> <by the by, Holmes calls her Russell>
<DWEosIrish> <I'm back>
<HPoirot> % :::Runs his handkerchief over the edge of the hallmirror, scrutinizing it for dust:::
<SHolmes> @ Tobacco is an indulgence that oftennn  allows one to observe unnoticed
<DWEosIrish> # :::Eos looks excitedly about at the manor::::
<SHolmes> <ty>
<Dr10> #:::The Doctor walks up to the door and boldly knocks.::: I learned long ago to stop sneaking in through windows. It makes for such a bad impression.
<MaryHolmes> @ ::shakes her head:: Not when we're already expected. ::nods to the opening front door::
<DWEosIrish> # :::The door opens and an extremely English butler stands in the doorway::
<DWEosIrish> # Butler> Yes?
<SHolmes> <Hmm, lends itself to that rremour about Holmes and Watson's peculiar arrangement  ;-) >
<HPoirot> % :::Notices the butler watching with a puzzled look on his face.  Smiles, goodnaturedly, rocking back on his heels, and non-chalantly puts the handkerchief away:::
<DWEosIrish> <you can just introduce  yourself, Doctor, that will be enough>
<Dr10> # Hello my good man. I am the Doctor, with my companions the lady Eos and our dear pet Irish.
<SHolmes> @ :::Takes her arm and goes to enter::
<DWEosIrish> <that will work too>
<HPoirot> % :::turns at the sound of the door:::
<DWEosIrish> # :::a smile lights up the butler's eyes::
<DWEosIrish> # Butler> Ah yes, the Doctor!  You're expected, sir, as are your guests.
<HPoirot> % :::rushes to the door, in hopes of meeting Holmes:::
<Dr10> #:::The Doctor frowns a bit and enters:: How pleasant.
<DWEosIrish> # :::He hands the Doctor an invitation, marked, "The Doctor and Company":::
<MaryHolmes> @ :;a man at the door dressed in subdued black livery awaits them::
<DWEosIrish> # Butler> This way ::ushers them inside:::
<Dr10> #Sounds like the name of a weekly television show.
<MaryHolmes> @ :;stepping inside:: Thank you, young man. It is quite brisk outside.
<DWEosIrish> # :::Eos looks inquiringly at the Doctor as they enter the manor:::
<HPoirot> <<random question, but am I in the garden, or parlor or someother room?>>
<SHolmes> @  ::To man:: Mr & Mrs Holmes, I believe we are expected
<DWEosIrish> <Poirot is in the parlor/drawing room>
<MaryHolmes> @ Man>::oddly refuses to take their coats and instead reaches for a silver platter::
<DWEosIrish> <Holmes or Russell should have their invitation>
<MaryHolmes> @ ::notices the singular note perched atop the platter::
<Dr10> #:::The Doctor leans towards Eos and whispers:: You are on your own my dear, just be charming and complementary and you will thrive amongst these between-the-wars Britons.
<DWEosIrish> # ::::Eos nods in understanding::
<HPoirot> % :::Grits his teeth as no one is shown in to the parlor:::
<SHolmes> @ ::Takes note and after extending and bringing it forward hands it to Mary:: Russell, do you mind?
<MaryHolmes> @ ::man directs the platter to Holmes::
<Dr10> #:::The Doctor strides into the main mingling room.:::
<Dr10> <and which symbol would that be?>
<SHolmes> <Swap last 2 I think>
<DWEosIrish> <why not continue using # for now?>
<MaryHolmes> @ ::takes the note and puts on her spectacles:: Hmm... odd.
<Dr10> <okey dokey>
<MaryHolmes> @ ::when she looks up the servant is gone:: Very odd.
<DWEosIrish> # :::Irish hangs about Eos' legs while he peers around looking for the food:::
<Dr10> #:::The Doctor walks over and pours himself a small cup full of fruit squash and sips it thoughtfully as he tuns in to the conversations and mental energies around him.::
<SHolmes> @ If you mean a visitor being given a formal note, I quite agree
<HPoirot> % What is that blasted butler doing?  I told Holmes to be here exactly at 8.  He could have the decency to show up then and not...  :::checks his watch:::
<MaryHolmes> @ Not just that, Poirot wants us to meet him in the garden out back.
<SHolmes> @ Obviously a reply is not expected
<HPoirot> :::waves his hand over his watch:::  There!  You see!  Five past 8.
<HPoirot> <<%>>
<DWEosIrish> # :::Eos looks around, smiling in acknowledgement of other people's greetings:::
<Dr10> #:::One of the reasons that the Doctor is able to improvise so well is that he tuns in to the entire scene unfolding around him, and correlates all of the data spontaneously. He is, to say the least, alert and attentive to what is going on around him.:::
<Dr10> <whew>
<HPoirot> % :::Continues pacing:::
<MaryHolmes> @ He says... ::reading note:: "your discretion and expediency is advised particularly in these premises".
<SHolmes> @ Not too. Mousior Poiret is a somewhat vain gardener
<HPoirot> % :::Mutters:::  Mon dieu...
<MaryHolmes> @ Almost as peculiar in regard to his hobbies as you are to the violin?
<Dr10> #::The Doctor is engaged in a safe conversation with a middle aged female of great apparent distinction and they both laugh a bit at their clever conversation.:::
<DWEosIrish> <whenever you're ready, the mini-golems can attack, I'll help you with that if you'd like, TL>
<HPoirot> <<good....I think I was beginning to wear a groove into the carpet>>
<SHolmes> @ Ar perhaps as delligent as I keep my bees
<SHolmes> <dooh Or>
<MaryHolmes> @ Perhaps. ::crinkles her eyes at the comment then starts down the long hall:: Shall we?
<DWEosIrish> % :::a horde of small, furtive creatures sneak thru the shadows and approach the door to the drawing room:::
<MaryHolmes> @ = garden
<DWEosIrish> # :::Irish finds one of the food-laden tables::
<Dr10> #::The Doctor notices the indentities of many at the event, some as real individuals from history (of some distinction) and others well-known fictional characters.:::
<HPoirot> % :::REaches to dust something on the mantle piece, just a little out of his reach:::
<MaryHolmes> @ ::bundles up her coat as she climbs down the terrace stairs to the garden::
<DWEosIrish> # ::he leaps gracefully onto the table, grabs some food in his mouth, then leaps down::::
<Dr10> #You know, oscar Wilde said that life is a play, but it is so badly cast.
<SHolmes> @ ::Follows thoughtfully:::
<HPoirot> % :::turns around quickly at the sound:::
<DWEosIrish> %  :::three of the figures form a tower and open the door::
<HPoirot> % Show yourself!  I know someone else is in here aside from me.
<MaryHolmes> @ ::rows upon rows of neatly trimmed hedges and mutlicolored rose bushes line a garden path::
<Dr10> #:::The Doctor asks the distinctive woman simple but probing questions about others at the event, and hears of Sherlock Holmes.:::
<DWEosIrish> % :::the others rush thru the doorway, and the tower closes the door after itself:::
<HPoirot> % :::turns at the sound of the door being opened:::
<Dr10> #::The Doctor whispers to himself:: Now I'll be sorry for not reading those works more carefully...
<MaryHolmes> @ ::walks around the circular path and down a short lane to the water fountain scultpure of a naked nymph::
<DWEosIrish> % ::::the whisper of clothing moving fills the air as the living dolls advance upon Poirot:::
<HPoirot> % :::approaches the door:::  Is any person there?  :::squints into the darkened doorway:::
<MaryHolmes> @ Holmes, where is your friend?
<HPoirot> % :::Backs up, his face terrified:::
<SHolmes> @ :::Walks about appently casually poking about::
<HPoirot> % :::Grasps at the nearest thing to him to defend himself:::
<DWEosIrish> % :::the dolls, both male and female, race across the floor towards Poirot::
<SHolmes> @ Clearly not heree, Russell
<HPoirot> % :::his hand closes on the knob of his walking cane:::
<Dr10> #::: The Doctor heightns his awareness, he can sense a tension which has increased in the area.:::
<HPoirot> % Back!  Stay back!
<MaryHolmes> @ How odd that he directed us to come here.
<DWEosIrish> # :::Eos partakes of some food herself, discretely dropping bits of food down for Irish to eat::
<HPoirot> % :::Brandishes the cane threateningly at the dolls:::
<SHolmes> @  :::Crouches low and then stands:: Nor has anyone but the two of us in at least several hours
<DWEosIrish> % :::the dolls swarm around Poirot's legs, grasping at them, trying to drag him down:::
<HPoirot> % :::makes a couple of swipes at the dolls, and manages to send a couple of them flying:::
<HPoirot> % You...  You're nothing but a bunch of toys!
<HPoirot> % :::Swings his cane a couple more times:::
<HPoirot> % :::trips as the dolls wind themselves around his ankles:::
<DWEosIrish> % :::uninjured, the dolls run back and attack again:::
<MaryHolmes> @ I noticed that myself. I'd say they was at least .8 inches of precipitation on these bushes.
<HPoirot> % :::struggles to get back up, but finds them weighing him down:::
<DWEosIrish> # :::Irish looks up from his food as he senses an atmosphere of evil nearby::
<MaryHolmes> @ And an inch of overgrowth. If M. Poirot considers himself a master gardener he's been neglecting his rose bushes for several months.
<Dr10> #:::The Doctor mentally communicates with Irish::: //what do you sense old cat?//
<DWEosIrish> % :::having borne him to the floor, some of the dolls begin smothering him, while the others hold him down:::
<MaryHolmes> <Ok, I remember midsentence that this was December.>
<SHolmes> @ Observant as ever Russell, but notice the way the clippings have been cleared, or should I say not cleared
<SHolmes> @ What does that suggest to you?
<DWEosIrish> <you can have Poirot yell for help before he loses conciousness>
<DWEosIrish> <the garden isn't Poirot's, they can figure that out>
<HPoirot> % :::still struggling underneath the dolls:::
<MaryHolmes> @ Hmmm, an amateur gardener at work at the very least.
<HPoirot> % :::Lets off a muffled shout from under the dolls:::  Help!  
<DWEosIrish> # Irish> ///something evil, dark, is nearby///
<Dr10> #:::The Doctor excuses himself and makes believe he is looking for the loo in an attempt to find out what is afoot.:::
<HPoirot> % :::rapidly weakening, with one hand still visible from under the dolls:::
<DWEosIrish> # :::Eos, tapping in to the Doctor and Irish's communication, looks around the hall:::
<MaryHolmes> @ If you consider the way that box hedge has been replanted, I don't believe the owner of the garden neither knew nor cared much for its upkeep.
<MaryHolmes> @ Most likely a service coming in to do once or twice over a season.
<DWEosIrish> % :::silently, with an evil gleam in their eyes, the dolls continue to smother Poirot:::
<MaryHolmes> @ That doesn't sound at all like M. Poirot's style.
<Dr10> #:::The Doctor hears a muffled cry for help and quickly bursts into the drawing room to find Poirot under a pile of nasty looking golems.:::
<DWEosIrish> <Holmes and Russell should figure get moving and figure out where to go next>
<SHolmes> @ I would go even further and say that only poor gardener  tended this ::Indicates fountain area ::: While the care and precisioson exhibited in the roses on the path show they were attended by a caring and skillful hand
<DWEosIrish> <Tuna, you'll want to wait until Holmes, Russell and Pryce get there before you go any further>
<Dr10> %:::The Doctor is frankly amazed by what he sees, and immediatelyt rushes to Poirot's assistance just as he would a non-literary character.:::
<Dr10> <pause>
<HPoirot> % :::tries to renew his struggling under the dolls at the sound of someone entering the room:::
<SHolmes> @ We have evidently been lead heree. And by one that can be no friend of M Poiret
<DWEosIrish> <I'll have Irish and Eos follow soon>
<HPoirot> <Pause>
<MaryHolmes> @ Excellent assessment Holmes, do you think-- ::hears an urgent voice:: Holmes, the house.
<SHolmes> @ Quickly Russell
<MaryHolmes> @ ::runs after her husband, picking up her skirt in one hand::
<DWEosIrish> @ :::Lord Wyndham-Price awaits just inside the manor, a tall athletic figure in his 40s:::
<DWEosIrish> @ WP> Holmes, Russell, there you are! Did your meeting with Hercule go well?
<MaryHolmes> @ ::stops short of barreling into the tall gentlemen just inside the door::
<DWEosIrish> <eek, mispelled, that's wyndham-pryce>
<MaryHolmes> @ What meeting? :;listening for noises but she can no longer hear the urgent voice::
<SHolmes> @ Follow us  Prycew there trouble afoot here
<HPoirot> <<darn...you mean he's not related to Vincent price?  Hehe>>
<DWEosIrish> <nope nope, distant relative to a fictional tv character though>
<DWEosIrish> @ Why, the meeting in the drawing room, of course!
<MaryHolmes> @ :;catches a muffled groan:: This way Holmes. Toward the side of the house.
<DWEosIrish> @ :::hears the muffled call and his face turns ashen:::
<DWEosIrish> @ WP> This way! :::leads them to the drawing room::::
<DWEosIrish> % ::Eos and Irish note the trio racing thru the hall and follow them::
<SHolmes> @ ::Takes RIC bulldog revolver from pocket ::: A muffled cry... Russell the feind is evidently succeeding
<HPoirot> % :::gives one last grunt under the dolls and falls unconscious, the breath pushed out of his lungs:::
<MaryHolmes> @ Drawing Room? ::mind churns as she runs:: I simply detest being made a marionnette. :;says under breath::
<DWEosIrish> <switch to % when you get there, all>
<DWEosIrish> @ :::as they reach the drawing room, they see a man just opening the door:::
<MaryHolmes> @ ::nods to the man:: Reinforcements or cavalry?
<DWEosIrish> % ::as the door opens and everyone rushes inside, a horrifying sight greets them:::
<SHolmes> % ::Moves with a speed that belies his age and reaches the door ahead of his wife::
<HPoirot> <Pause Poirot>
<DWEosIrish> % :::beneath a pile of dolls, the form of Hercule Poirot can be glimpsed::::
<DWEosIrish> % ::As one, the heads of the dolls turn towards the intruders:::
<MaryHolmes> % ::bursts thru the door on hubby's heels, her keen eyes narrowing on the bearded man and his female accomplice::
<Dr10> #::The Doctor grabs at golems to pull them away, astonished at their cold dead feel.:::
<MaryHolmes> % ::then her eyes fall on the miniature porcelian faces glaring up at them, all with odd ashen marks on their foreheads::
<DWEosIrish> % Eos> Irish, help him!
<Dr10> <Sorry, # = %>
<SHolmes> % With   good speed Holmes fires all 5 rounds dispatchinf an equal number of muderous dolls::
<MaryHolmes> % ::the shot dolls roll on the floor lifeless a moment, then each get back up to attack::
<DWEosIrish> %  ::::3-4 dolls stay atop Poirot to continue smothering him.  The others leap off and race towards the intruders:::
<DWEosIrish> % :::Irish becomes larger, the size of a lynx, and runs smack into the pack of dolls, scattering them:::
<MaryHolmes> % ::studying the dolls' behavior as they swarm over the unconscious man sprawled on the floor::
<SHolmes> @ ::Drops empty revolver and tries to block the doorway::
<DWEosIrish> % Eos> The dolls are smothering that man!
<MaryHolmes> % ::they appear common children's playthings, glass eyes that move only when their heads bob, hair made of silk or human strands yet sewn in a machine pattern along their scalps::
<DWEosIrish> % :::scattered, the dolls split up with several moving towards each person::
<SHolmes> @ Smothering, of course ::Sweeps off cloaked overcoat and throws it atop a pile of dolls headed for Irish::
<Dr10> # Telekenetic remote matter manipulation on a fairly impressive scale. ::flips away an ugly golem:::
<DWEosIrish> % :::Irish continues making his way towards the helpless man:::
<MaryHolmes> % ::one doll turns allowing its flame red hair to shift across its forehead wiping a swatch of the ashen mark away, the doll weakens its grip on Poirot slightly::
<MaryHolmes> % Of course! Golens.
<MaryHolmes> @ Holmes, the mark on their foreheads. Wipe it away!
<MaryHolmes> <ah I mean %>
<DWEosIrish> % :::Eos launches into an impressive series of kicks as she knocks away the dolls advancing upon the other woman in the room:::
<DWEosIrish> <and she meant golems>
<SHolmes> @ :::Picks up Poirot's dropped cane and flicks away some of the golems from Poirot::
<MaryHolmes> % ::grabs a doll off Poirot's chest and wipes the mark off with the hem of her sleeve::
<SHolmes> <Dooh>
<MaryHolmes> <Yup, Golems. Sorry.>
<MaryHolmes> % ::the doll falls lifeless in her arms::
<DWEosIrish> % Eos> Onesima Lightning Kick! :::Eos cries out as she continues kicking dolls across the room:::
<DWEosIrish> % :::Irish makes it to the helpless man and begins tearing the dolls off him:::
<MaryHolmes> % It's the animation enchantment. Remove the mark and there is no focus to control the talismans.
<SHolmes> % ::::Grabs one of the golems and wipes away the ashen mark. Holds the still form a second then tosses it away:: Excellent Russell
<DWEosIrish> % ::The dolls cry out as one of their own loses its life force::
<Dr10> #:::The Doctor pulls a handkerchief from his pocket, picks up a wiggling golem, and wipes the mark from the forehead of the rrepulsive little dreature.:::
<DWEosIrish> %  :::the dolls race past the intruders and out of the room::
<Dr10> #There, that calms them down. :::The Doctor grabs more of the little imps, wipes em off with two neat strokes, and then kicks them aside.:::
<DWEosIrish> <keep those three but don't get any more>
<DWEosIrish> <hee hee, okay, 5>
<DWEosIrish> <but most of them have to get away>
<Dr10> %Quite  variation on the theme of "rub its belly until it goes to sleep."
<DWEosIrish> % Eos> Good going, Irish!
<DWEosIrish> % :::Eos races over to check on the man's condition, as Irish crouches protectively near him:::
<MaryHolmes> % :;while the others are dealing with the miscreants, she examines Poirot::
<Dr10> %::Quickly the tide is turned and they begin scuttling away:::
<SHolmes> % :::Attends to Poirot::  A good pulse...
<DWEosIrish> % Eos> so he's not dead? Good!
<MaryHolmes> % ::there's a pulse, weak but steady:: His color is a little blue.
<MaryHolmes> % I think we arrived just in time.
<DWEosIrish> % ::: a trio of policemen enter the room:::
<DWEosIrish> % Lead PM> :::points at the people clustered around Poirot::
<SHolmes> % ::Steps back:: I suggest we live him to Russell, so he might get more air
<DWEosIrish> % Lead PM> Arrest those people!  They've murdered Hercule Poirot!
<MaryHolmes> % Oh dear. ::looks at policemen::
<MaryHolmes> <pause Russell>
<DWEosIrish> % :::Eos gapes at the policemen, wondering where they came from::
<SHolmes> % Absurd
<DWEosIrish> <pause Policemen, Irish and Eos>
<SHolmes> <pause Holmes>
<Dr10> % I say there must be a trick ending to this.
<Dr10> <pause Dr>
<DWEosIrish> <<<PAUSE SIM>>>
<DWEosIrish> <<<CUT AND PRINT>>>
*** SHolmes is now known as TheBrig
<Dr10> Nice job everyone!
<DWEosIrish> Hurray!! Good job, one and all!!
<Dr10> Bravo
<MaryHolmes> Bravo!
<MaryHolmes> Bravissimmo!
*** DWEosIrish is now known as AlxKeegan
<AlxKeegan> you all did great!:-)
<Dr10> Nice pacing in the script, David.
<MaryHolmes> That was a lot of fun!
<AlxKeegan> thanks Tuna
<MaryHolmes> I love this story David.
<AlxKeegan> :::happy smile:::
<TheBrig> Hope I wan't too far off, but not familar with a (IMHO Indecently young) MRS Holmes
<AlxKeegan> I'll try to get the prologue story sent out this weekend, some interesting tidbits will be in it
<Dr10> Well, I'll be on my way. Off with a troop of 20 students to Cornell.
<MaryHolmes> I'm glad you joined us TL.
<AlxKeegan> you did fine from what I saw, cody
<Dr10> TTFN
<AlxKeegan> Night Tuna!
<MaryHolmes> Oh, say hi to my cousins if you see them.
<TheBrig> Night
<AlxKeegan> Very glad you could make it, TL
<MaryHolmes> Night!
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<MaryHolmes> Apparently Cornell has the best campus food. That's how my cousins picked it.
<AlxKeegan> hee hee
<MaryHolmes> Funny what's interesting to college students these days.
<TheBrig> Holmes the cradle robber, surprising that ;-)
<MaryHolmes> Well, I'm gonna go. Talking with my mom about her day. She was visiting with old friends.
<AlxKeegan> I'm planning on sending out the cd tomorrow, Jen
<TheBrig> Take care
<AlxKeegan> it's a good series of books, I highly reccomend them
<AlxKeegan> Night Jen!
<MaryHolmes> By the by, the party went fabulous. We really surprised them. My folks say they won't believe what a say for a good year now.
<MaryHolmes> Ok David, I'll look for it!
<MaryHolmes> Thanks!
<TheBrig> lol
<MaryHolmes> Have a good week all!
<MaryHolmes> *poof*
<AlxKeegan> I'll be going too, night TL, Cody!
<TheBrig> Night
Session Close: Thu Feb 07 22:49:55 2002