Session Start: Wed Sep 13 22:04:23 2000
* Logging #whosim to 'end1_20000913.txt'
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<RuthD> I did it!
<Jacie> Ruth, Ruth!
* Jacie leads cheering section
<Jacie> Computer humming for ya?
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<RuthD> I'M in through the website.  What's the address for the IRC?  Oh, yeah, 18 megs, we doing great.
<Jacie> Cool!
<Jacie> You can use irc.aye.net server Port 6667 channel #whosim
<Jacie> Or any Newnet server listed in mIRC.
<Jacie> Or did you need mIRC?
<RuthD> I need to download IRC first.  MIRC, I guess.
<Jacie> Thhe program is at www.download.com or www.mirc.co.uk
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<Jacie> Grab the Win98/32 bit version.
<IrishTCat> Hello  
<IrishTCat> ::waves:: 
<Jacie> Hey Rob! How are you?
<RuthD>  Hey, Cat.
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<IrishTCat> I am back home again ..  I am doing fine 
<IrishTCat> How ya been doing  Jen 
<Jacie> Wow, all my IM doors are opening. Everyone's signing on.
<Jacie> Cody will be here in a minute.
<IrishTCat> Hiya Ruth  Long time no see ..  Have you been doing fine ? 
<RuthD> I'm just going to say hello to everyone, then go downloading.
<RuthD> I'm even better, Rob.  Brand-new 'puter.
<Jacie> Go download. Oh, but Ruth, just type Ctrl N.
<IrishTCat> ::is invisible::
<RuthD> K
<Jacie> Then download mIRC in the second browser window.
<IrishTCat> Yay!  Ruth 
<IrishTCat> ::only has a new monitor:: 
<Jacie> Then you can stay and chat while you download mIRC.
<RuthD> Ok, sounds good. 
<Jacie> <Ctrl N is also File/New>
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<Jacie> Whoops.
<Jacie> She popped out of the page.
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<IrishTCat> Hey Jen  Are you sending me a birthday present ?   ::blinks eyes innocently:: 
<Breon> Hi all
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<Jacie>  When's you're birthday?
<Jacie> Hi Steve!
<IrishTCat> Hello Steven 
<Jacie> Hi Cody!
<IrishTCat> Hiya Cody  
<IrishTCat> How are you ? 
<IrishTCat> Nexy monday  Jen 
<Jacie> Ruth is around here too, but she's off downloading mIRC.
<Jacie> Ah, Monday the 18th?
<IrishTCat> I wonder how you get the update and still keep your registration .. 
<Jacie> One of my high school friends was born on the 18th.
<IrishTCat> Yes Thats nexy monday  I'll be 33 .. 
<Jacie> You should be able to install over your current version.
<Jacie> God, we're all aging.
<Jacie> oops, I'm slow on the job, sorry.
<Cody> hello
<IrishTCat> I dont want to loose my registration though Jen 
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<Cody> A bit weaaaak but think I'm game :)
<Cody> Stuttering    :)
<IrishTCat> Tunas log was very good ..  
<Jacie> The registration code is usually embedded in the ini file. Upgrades use existing files.
<Jacie> Do you still have the code written down?
<IrishTCat> No 
<Jacie> Good Cody. Let us know if you need to bag out.
* Breon had to run downstairs
<Jacie> Yes, Tuna's log was great.
<Jacie> So where are Tuna and David?
<Jacie> I want to play.
<Breon> I'm doing better Rob... but it is going to get far worse before it finally gets better.
<Jacie> We'll be here.
* Breon nods
<Cody> be checking in and out didnt know Tuna did a log, want to check it out
<Jacie> Ok, Cody.
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<Jacie> Steve, did you want to play tonight?
<IrishTCat> ::still has his old copy of AOL 3.0:: 
<IrishTCat> Its the Original 
<Dr1> Boo!
<Jacie> Hey Tuna!
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<Dr1> I certainly am.
<Jacie> Beat me to it, Rob.
<IrishTCat> Tuna  Very Good Log !  
* IrishTCat purrs at Maker
<Dr1> Thanks. I did a lot mof thinking about it.
<Jacie> Hey Tuna, Ruth's got a surprise for you.
<Dr1> Yeeess?
<Cody> hi Tuna, reading your log
<Breon> Jen: No... I cant concentrate long enough
<IrishTCat> Wheres David ?  
<Jacie> I don't know. :-|
<Jacie> Ok Steve. Then stay and watch. Hopefully we won't make a jumble of things.
<Jacie> It's always a bit like a tango danced by dueling bees.
<Jacie> Not spoiling it, Tuna.
<Dr1> Nice image, Jen.
<Breon> lol
* Breon goes to get kleenex and mops his eyes
<IrishTCat> Dueling Bees ?  
<Dr1> Six players would be fab.
<Jacie> Yeah, watch for stingers.
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<Dr1> Two in each scene.
<Jacie> Ok, where's David?
<Dr1> Howdy Ruth.
<Jacie> Hey Ruth.
<RuthD> Hi folks!
<Jacie> There she is Tuna. Back again.
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<Dr1> This script should be easy to do in an hour or less.
<RuthD> Just couldn't stay away.
<Jacie> Ok, all we need now is David!!!
<Dr1> :::Applauds for Ruth's arrival:::
* Jacie mentally summons the leader
<Dr1> Hey, we can do the first scene while we wait.
<IrishTCat> Real Fact : During the Golden Age of comics  An actual character known as the Red Bee carried around a set of trained bees in his belt buckle to fight crime .. 
<Jacie> Ok, then casting call!
<IrishTCat> His favorite was known as Michael 
<Dr1> Letz do cast and roll it
<Jacie> <LOL, way too funny>
<Dr1> <=== Theta
<Jacie> <==== Jacie & Lora
<RuthD> (just visiting)
<IrishTCat> <<__~~~---Irish T(Sure I am adorable Even Maker thinks so)Cat 
<Jacie> <David just logged on>
<Dr1> <==== and Dr10
<Dr1> Play another character, Rob!
<IrishTCat> Ok I will play Rassilon ..  
<RuthD> (I'll say hello to him and then let you get on -- I'll be back in force next week.)
<Cody> <back, log wass goooodd>>
<IrishTCat> I have experience with that one 
<Dr1> Yippee!
<Dr1> Glad you liked it.
<Jacie> <Ok Ruth. Cody, pick a role>
* Jacie practices her be two-step
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<AlxKeegan> Hi everyone!
<Dr1> If someone wants to play Dr 1 I'll do Morbius instead.
<IrishTCat> Hi David 
<Dr1> Hola Daveed
<Cody> <hi DAAviiiiddd>
<Breon> hi David
<RuthD> (Hi Dave!  Just popped in to say I'll be back next week.)
<Jacie> <I can take Theta, Lora and Susanamonea in the end>
<AlxKeegan> <good to see you Ruth!>
<Cody> <shazbot< eeting sshaky
<Dr1> AWesome Ruth. My best to your wonderful family. Coming to Rochester at the end of the month
<Dr1> Cool, Jen, if you don't mind being alone in that scene
<Jacie> <No prob>
<RuthD> (I was just wondering about that!  Great!  See you then!  Still have my phone #?)
<Jacie> <::readies her costume::>
<AlxKeegan> <just remember, Jen, you're never alone:-)>
<Dr1> Perhaps not. email me at drtuna@earthlink.net
<Jacie> <In other words, big brother is always watching me?>
<AlxKeegan> <that's not quite what I meant, song reference:-)>
<RuthD> (Good night folks, Have a good game!)
<Dr1> CAST ADJUSTMENT <==== Dr 10 & Morbius
<Dr1> Bye Ruth
<Jacie> <I know. But ya have to admit it was funny.>
<IrishTCat> << My birthday is next monday  Feel free to send presents  ;)  >> 
<RuthD> exit
<RuthD> end
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<Jacie> <Night Ruth>
<AlxKeegan> <bye ruth!>
<Jacie> OK, David, Cody? If you pick roles, we can begin.
<Dr1> Send me your mailing address Rob and you will get a surprise.
<Jacie> <A picture of Katy Manning with a Dalek? Nah.. ::bad Jen::>
<Breon> <I'm going to go find pictures of my mom to look at... I'll talk to you all later.>
<AlxKeegan> <bye Steve!>
<Jacie> <Night Steve.>
<Cody> nnnniite
<AlxKeegan> honestly, I don't have the foggiest idea of who to play:-(
<Jacie> <Omicron, Zamona or Gimbel?>
<Breon> <Night all>
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<Dr1> Soldier, Sage, or Sycophant
<AlxKeegan> hmmm....
<Cody> <waaaannted  to try  zamona or omicroonn,,,  buut realllt no t  feelling  welll,    if someone will  send log,,, think i'm gonna laay down, sorrry.
<AlxKeegan> I guess I can play omicron
<Dr1> Eeek, a shrinking cast
<Cody> <inite>
<AlxKeegan> we forgive you, cody, j ust take care of yourself
<Dr1> Take care Cody
<Cody> ty
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<Jacie> Oh dear. 
<IrishTCat> <<Hmmm I leave for minute and everyone disappears>>
<AlxKeegan> I'll take Zamona too, if need be
<Dr1> I'll go Gimel
<IrishTCat> Lets start and work out who is who while we go  
<Dr1> Roll credits.
<AlxKeegan> who is playing Rassilon?
<IrishTCat> <<raises hand Me! >> 
<AlxKeegan> would you roll the credits Jen?  I'll need to send the text file to me again and I will start taking care of credits again next week
<AlxKeegan> need you to send it to me is what I meant to say
<Jacie> <Ok, um sorry guys I had to say a few things to Steve.>
<AlxKeegan> <not a problem>
<Jacie> <Listen, I don't know if you guys know but Steve's mom died Monday.>
<IrishTCat> <<Didnt know Jen >> 
<AlxKeegan> <no, didn't know that, was afraid something had happened by the sound of things>
<IrishTCat> <<Thats depressing >> 
<Jacie> <He's really blown away so he's sort of in and out of things right now.>
<AlxKeegan> <of course he is>
<Dr1> <I thought that might be the case from what he said. Unsderstandable he would be upset.>
<Jacie> <he's only 17. I feel really bad. Remember him in your thoughts and prayers.>
<AlxKeegan> <you bet!>
<Jacie> <Ok, I'll get those credits.>
<Dr1> <Amen>
<IrishTCat> <<Prayers ?  >>
<Jacie> <Cat prayers count too. :)>
<AlxKeegan> <thanks Jen>
<IrishTCat> <<Cats cant pray to a higher power because they are the highest power ;) >> 
<Jacie> <ok, ready to rock & roll!>
<Jacie> <<New Adventures of Doctor Who Simulation>>
<Jacie> <<End of the Past>>
<Jacie> <<Part One>>
<Jacie> <<Plot by Alfred C. "Tuna" Snider>>
<Dr1> # The TARDIS lands on a distant future Gallifrey just outside the Panopticon. The crew emerges to find everything deserted. :::
<AlxKeegan> @ = the Chambers of Rassilon
<IrishTCat> # Someone hasnt been cleaning . ::Irish sneezes loudly::
<Dr1> # ::Weeds grow outside the Panopticon entrance. ::
<IrishTCat> [[David We are going to do the begining and then start in the past from that ]] 
<Jacie> # ::steps over a tangled weeds, walking straight into a cobweb:: That's an understatement.
<AlxKeegan> @:::inside Rassilon's chambers are 3 timelords...Zamona, Omicron and Rassilon himself::
<Dr1> # :::The Doctor triggers the great door to open, which is does loudly being corroded with great age. :::
<AlxKeegan> <okey dokey, I am just doing some set up stuff>
<Jacie> # ::wipes away webs:: Doctor, what are we doing here?
<Jacie> # ::doors creak on their hinges::
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish eyes the big spider with cat interest before deciding not to eat the arachnoid::
<IrishTCat> # Could be radioactive for all I know ..  
<Dr1> # We are in this distant future. By my reckopning the defenses on the Matrix should be minimized now, ands we cann access even the records they have tried to hide from me.
<Jacie> # ::ambient light pours out from the great doors::
<AlxKeegan> @ :::each is seated in comfortaable chairs round a circular table:::
<Jacie> # Talk about taking some action.
<Dr1> # :: The Doctor steps throuigh the doors into nthe Panopticon:::
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish pauses:: All of the Noisy dead voices  are quiet ..  
<Jacie> # ::pauses at threshhold:: Still, are you certain this is wise?
<Jacie> # What if your timelord relatives left more traps for you?
<Dr1> # No, I am not. But I believe this entire complex is deserted.
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish pounces on a lizard who runs out the door but misses only catching its brown tail which breaks off:: 
<Dr1> # I'll watch for the traps. Please feel free to warn me.
<Jacie> # Eeew, Irish.
<AlxKeegan> @:::as they sit, they discuss recent events...the Vampire War, Rassilon's regeneration gene, Omega's death, and the creation of Time Travel:::
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish watches the tail twitch for a bit before deciding to abandon his toy:: 
<Jacie> # You know we're with you all the way, Doctor.
<Dr1> # :: . Inside the Panopticon the lights are still on. The Doctor takes a key and opens the door to the Matrix control room.:::
<Dr1> # ::The Doctor leads the way into the deserted Matrix control room of the distant future.::
<IrishTCat> # Irish Smash Puny Lizard!  ::Irish bounces around a bit in excitement as he follows Maker and New Girl:: 
<Jacie> # ::follows Doctor inside past all the tarnished and rusted controls::
<Jacie> # ::switchies that once burned bright colors are now dull and covered with dust::
<AlxKeegan> <okay, setup done, will wait most patiently for y'all>
<Dr1> # ::: The Doctor inserts a code into a console and a nearby circuit explodes, but that is as planned. 
<Jacie> # ::coughs on the kicked up dust::
<Jacie> # This whole place is corroded.
<Jacie> # You can't be getting anything up on it, Doctor.
<Dr1> #:::Alarms ring with a dull ancient clanging.:::
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish narrow avoids being blown up since that was the console he was going to jump on next:: Maker! 
<Jacie> # ::chills with alarms:: Doctor, a trap!
<Jacie> ::grasps his arm protectively::
<Jacie> <add #>
<IrishTCat> # I don't want to become a bionic cat.. 
<Dr1> # ::The Doctor flips two switches:: No, just alarms ringing for those who will never answer.
*** AlxKeegan is now known as Omicron
<Jacie> # ::loosens grip::
<Dr1> # I think tghe real risks are inside the Matrix.
<Jacie> # It still works? But that explosion...?
<Dr1> #:: The Doctor inputs some data::: Very well, I have entered the time and space coordinates for what should be relevant events from just before my memory is altered. The screens here will show us what took place. I hope.
<IrishTCat> # Perhaps I have been watching too many holo vids again ..  ::Irish looks at the Matrix room :: No more Mervel Holo Vid Comics for me .. 
<Jacie> 3 So we just sit back and watch? :;crosses arms::
<IrishTCat> # Souunds puurfect to me Maker .. 
<Jacie> <3=#>
<Jacie> # Call me a skeptic but I don't like this plan.
<IrishTCat> # The Purrfect Plan involves me not having to do anything except watch and eat food.. 
<Dr1> # While we are viewing, there still may be traps. Jacie, that bottom left knob operates the kill switch. If something goes wrong, use it if I can't. You never know with the Matrix.
<Jacie> # Say no more. One trip inside that matrix was enough for me.
<IrishTCat> # I will call you Skeptic Girl now if you want  .. 
<Dr1> # At times the Matrix may reach your mind, and you may feel you are actually a part of events being observed. Be on guard at those times.
<Jacie> # Fine, Irish. ::furrows brows alternating her stare between the matrix screen and the kill switch::
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish looks suddenly completely innocent :: 
<Jacie> # At the first sign of trouble, Doctor... ::warns:: I'm yanking you out.
<IrishTCat> # I was not there  .. I was not there .. 
<Dr1> # :::The Doctor takes a seat:: Time to face the past.
<Omicron> <i'll brb, be afk for a few minutes, don't worry, I will return:-)>
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish pulls a graduation medal out of Makers pocket and begins to play with it :: 
<Jacie> # ::the matrix viewscreen begins fading from glimmering lines to a scene of mist, citadel and people::
<Dr1> # The Matrix will especially reach out for me. I may black out here but be awake in there, and not know it.
<Jacie> <Move my line down>
<Dr1> $ = in the CHAMBERS OF MORBIUS
<Jacie> @ = Loradneuropea's Library
*** Jacie is now known as Loradne
<IrishTCat> # Rassilon> I really do not like these crimson robes .. Just what I need on top of all the other troubles is for people to start calling me Rassilon The Red .. 
<Dr1> $ :::The Chambers of Morbius are cluttered and crowded. Thje walls are covered with citations, awards, testamonials. The tables have various knick knacks and awards on them. It is the lair of an egomaniac.:::
<Loradne> @ ::in a sparkling white plaster library filled with ancient tomes and modern infocrystals, a beautiful mature redheaded woman paces::
<Loradne> @ Never before in the history of the Universe has any race been able to comprehend the science of time.
<IrishTCat> # ::Rassilon rattles the two different proposals on old fashion vellum parchment ::
<Loradne> @ In legend and folklore, yes, but those were the dark ages of knowledge.
<Loradne> @ ::Her dutiful husband watches her from a workbench and smiles:: I know, love.
<IrishTCat> # Rassilon> What are your thoughts on these . ::shakes the vellum parchments:: 
<Dr1> $ :::Morbius is a man of medium buiuld, with a high florehead and a cruel curl to his lips.:::
<Loradne> @ We have a duty to use that knowledge and power to the advantage of all life, Theta.
<Dr1> $ :::Morbius paces back and forth, ranting, as usual...:::
<Loradne> @ With an Intervention Plan clearly laid out we can help civilizations poised on the brink of ruin.
<Dr1> $ :::Gimel stands quietly and listens, head slightly bowed:::
<IrishTCat> # Rassilon> No need to keep silent Omicron .. The rumors that I arranged the accident that destroyed Omega because he was a threat to my power base is just a rumor .. ::Cold gleam in Rassilons black eyes::
<Loradne> @ We can engage the Universe face to face, learn from them and prolong our own existence in time.
<Omicron> <I'm back!!>
<Dr1> $ ::: Morbius stops and turnsm looking at Gimel:::
<IrishTCat> # Rassilon > We are all equals here free to speak our minds .. 
<Loradne> @ My research clearly shows this to be true. The High Council must agree.
<Omicron> #:::Omicron looks up from the papers:::
<IrishTCat> # ::Rassilon rattles the parchments some more:: Speak Omicron. 
<Loradne> @ It is in their and Lord Rassilon's best interest.
<Dr1> $ Do you realize the immense power we have now. With the time projection facility, with the eye of harmony, and with 12 lifespans remaining, every part of the universe is poised to be totally subservient to me...er, I mean Gallifrey!
<Omicron> # I'm inclined to give my backing to Morbius' proposal
<Loradne> @ There are those who get involved and those who are guilty of atrocity by indifference. We are far too powerful to be indifferent.
<IrishTCat> # ::Rassilon raises one black eyebrow :: 
<Omicron> # We would bring order to the Universe!
<Omicron> # But only under your leadership, my lord.
<Loradne> @ Theta> I agree, Lora, but... ::hesitates::
<Dr1> $ Gimel> My Dark Master, you must reing supreme.
<IrishTCat> # Order under my leadership .. ::Rassilon lowers his eyebrow as if thinking about it :: 
<Dr1> $ The time will come when I will ascend to a new throne controlling Gallifrey, and through it, and our new powers, I can do my will with entire worlds.
<Loradne> @ ::stops and turns her beaming eyes on her husband:: What, too over the top? 
<IrishTCat> # Rassilon> Why not Morbius . 
<Omicron> # I am uncomfortable with the thought of Morbius leading anything beyond a raffle
<Loradne> @ Theta> No Lora, your speech is fine. It's just, don't you ever consider we're trying to do too much?
<IrishTCat> # Rassilon> His ego is rather large isnt  it . 
<Loradne> @ We have no choice Theta. The fate of the Universe and our people's future depends --
<Omicron> # He has not the acumen to lead others, nor the ability to sacrifice himself for the greater good.
<Omicron> # Indeed, my Lord.
<Dr1> $ ::: Morbius gestures with his fist, which is encased in a polycarbide alloy glove:: But first, we must properly direct the regime of Rasillon, away from the plan of that sophomoric Idiotess Lora!
<Loradne> @ ::Theta holds up his hands:: I respect your passion on this, love. 
<IrishTCat> # ::Rassilon looks at the parchments in his hands and then tosses them on the table in disgust ::
<Loradne> @ Theta> Call me selfish. I've seen how much of your time this has taken in the last few months.
<Dr1> $ Gimel> Her flesh and blood should be but grease for your wheels on conquest, my Dark Master.
<Dr1> <on=of>
<IrishTCat> # Rassilon> One plan involves the accumalation of power with the goal of setting us up as cosmic overlords .. 
<Loradne> @ Theta> Politics only seems to get muddier with time. I wish we would be free to concentrate on other things.
<Dr1> $ ::: Morbius shakes his head::: We stand on the brink of global domination, and shde wants to become the wetnurse of the universe, not the masters.
<IrishTCat> # As if I need any more paperwork to fill out ..  
<Omicron> # :::Omicron listens intently::::
<Loradne> @ ::blinks in confusion:: What could be more important than this?
<Dr1> $ It is amazing to me that brigh fool Theta puts up with her. She must have some control over him, perhaps a bio-implant in the buy boy.
<IrishTCat> # R> It would be rather pointless to do it .. We have nothing to prove .. We are Timelords. 
<Loradne> @ Theta> ::smiles:: Many things. Our grandchild for one? Did you forget?
<Omicron> # :::Zamona listens as well, more reserved than the others:::
<Dr1> <buy boy = boy>
<Loradne> @ ::blushes:: No, I didn't, but you needn't remind me I'm going to be a grandmother any day.
<Dr1> $ ::: Morbius yells in Gimel's face:: Well, what do you think of this situation?
<Loradne> @ Theta>::grins wider:: You'll make a beautiful grandmother.
<IrishTCat> # R>Of course if we did do this. Set up a cosmic empire and play as gods. Then our enemies would strike .. Not that I know who they are but I am certain that they are out there .. 
<Loradne> @ Theta>Just as you did a mother. Think of it Lora. Think of all the wonderful things we can teach our granddaughter.
<Dr1> $ :: Gimel jumps up and down and begins rantiong excitedly, a small sign of dribble coming from his slack lips:::
<Loradne> @ Theta> All the places we could take her. She could see the Universe.
<IrishTCat> # R> After all we barely beat the Vampires.. There is no predicting what else lurks out there with a hungry gleam in its eye for tasty time lord flesh .. 
<Loradne> @ It wouldn't change what happened here, now.
<Dr1> $ Gimel> So the enemies of mmy dark master must have the life crushed out of them, their beings de-essentialized until their badsic molecular components are all that remain. The enemies of my Dark Master should be eaten slowly by the narf-bugs of the third satellite of Castorborus.
<Loradne> @ Theta, I know you've been so patient. But I must make the High Council listen.
<Loradne> @ It's not just the Universe that's at stake, it's our people as well.
<Loradne> @ What we do with our power defines who we will eventually become.
<IrishTCat> #R> This other plan seems more benevolent but the idea of us playing as guardians of all the other races using our control of time to fix things is a fools dreams .. 
<Dr1> $ Gimel> No mercy for them! It is hard, oh so hard, my Dark Master, for me to control myself around Rasillon, to feign that I am a sophiticated technocract when inside, deep inside, I am a raving lunatic servant of you anhd only you, my Dark Master.
<Loradne> @ ::a young auburn-haired woman in the later stages of pregnancy intrudes::
<IrishTCat> #R > One flawed error in judgement and the whole thing would crumble down uponst us . 
<Dr1> $ Gimel> I will celebrate at the painful death of Rasillon, and also arrange it, if he opposes you wjhen the time comes! He will think I am his defender, when actually I am happy to be YOUR SLAVE!
<Loradne> @ Susanamonea>I hope I'm not intruding.
<Omicron> # :::Omicron nods, pretending to understand, though some of the details go over his head:::
<IrishTCat> # R > Then theres our hidden enemies.. Both plans will bring us in contact with them and we are not ready .. 
<Loradne> @ Theta>::lights up and embraces his granddaughter:: Not at all. Your mother was just going over her speech.
*** Omicron is now known as Zamona
<Dr1> $ ::: Morbius smiles at Gimel::: I always knew that I liked you, Gimel, and I do. I so appreciate that you are so intelligent and so skillful, yet totally subservient to my will. I like that in people.
<Loradne> @ Susanamonea>You're going to impress old Rassi as usual, Mother.
<IrishTCat> # R > I do not admit to being afriad of these unknowns but concerned .. Yes very concerned .. Folly to court danger when there is no need. 
<Loradne> @ You shouldn't call him that. ::hugs her daughter:: What are you doing here?
<IrishTCat> # R > These plans both go to extremes ..  ::Rassilon truns and gives Zamona his icy black stare:: You are being very quiet .. 
<Dr1> $ ::: Morbius spreads his arms:: We must discredit the proposal of Lora and have Rasillon adopt our proposal. Then, after our society accepts their goal of universal domination, Rasillon will meet a brave and legendary death!
<Loradne> @ You should sit down. Where's that husband of yours?
<Dr1> $ Gimel> YES MY DARK MASTER!
<Loradne> @ Susanamonea>He went to see a hermit. An idea he got from you. ::looks at her dad::
<Zamona> # :::smiles briefly::: Indeed, my Lord.
<Dr1> $ ::: Morbius smirks and his lips curl even more::: And then, we will use the legend of Rasillon to back our rule and our plan.
<Loradne> @ Susanamonea>I'm fine. I just got tired of staying couped up.
<IrishTCat> # R > Speak your mind .. I promise that my storm troopers will not drag you out of bed in the middle of the night . 
<Loradne> @ Susanamonea>::pats stomach:: We both were.
<Zamona> # very well...
<IrishTCat> # R > ::Rassilon gives a very dry smile to Zamona::
<Loradne> @ Theta>So how is my grandchild-to-be?
<Zamona> # :::smiles back, then folds her hands and begins to speak:::
<IrishTCat> # R> After all they need their sleep too ..  ::Rassilon laughs:: 
<Loradne> @ Susanamonea>Active, as usual. She rarely gives me peace.
<Dr1> $ We must defeat and destroy this plan of Lora's first. Rasillon must not sedlect that wimpy woman-sotted, weak-kneed, feminine, sisterhood sickening, neuter nurturing plan of hers!
<Loradne> @ Theta>She?
<Zamona> # I believe our path lies not in either of these extremes, but somewhere in the middle.
<IrishTCat> # R > ::Rassilon nods his head ::  My thoughts exactly .. 
<Dr1> $ Gimel> But oh my Master, she has many clever arguments and many supporters among the high council.
<Loradne> @ Theta>I'm having a granddaughter?
<Zamona> # :::she speaks measuredly, being sure not to use her power:::
<Zamona> # My apologies, Omicron, but we should reject Morbius' proposal out of hand.
<IrishTCat> # R> Dont look so worried Omicron .. She's not using her powers of persuasion on you .. I could tell if she was. 
<Loradne> @ Susanamonea>As wild as me, probably. But I hope Susan will take after her father and grandfather more.
<Zamona> # His proposal is a thinly disguised plan to gain untold power for himself.
<Zamona> # Lora's proposal is the more reasonaable of the two... but even it has problems.
<Dr1> $ That, my loyal but gibbering Gimel, is why she will not survive the argument she makes. She will either never make that argument, or we will use her death to disprove her argument.
<Loradne> @ Susanamonea>::to mother:: I've been told I have wild red genes running thru me.
<Zamona> # It is a most pleasing idea to nurture the other races of the galaxy ...
<Dr1> $ Oh, I like that! We can show how dangerous the universe is by having something in it kill her! Her death will show that the proper course is not helping, but dominating!
<Zamona> # But the possibility that we might nurture the asp at our bosom is too great to be ignored.
<Loradne> @ Theta> Your mother's legend lives on in the Academy.
<Zamona> # Rather than act upon either of these proposals, we should find the middle way.
<Loradne> @ Susanamonea> It makes it very hard to live up to sometimes. When your own mother dares to challenge the mighty Lord Rassilon on a weekly basis...
<IrishTCat> # R> Even Morbius has supporters. Unfortunate that Omega didn't take my suggestion to take Morbius along for the ride. ::Rassilon looks wistful:: 
<Dr1> $ ::: Morbius begins pacing again, ranting out his plan::: As she demonstrates her plan, some object of her inter-species cooperation could rip her apart in front of the High Council, and I could step forward with a staser and kill the killer, which prevents it from answering questions later about who arranged it all.
<Loradne> @ ::expression turns serious::
<Zamona> # But how to do that, in a way that won't start a civil war...very tricky
<Loradne> @ Theta> ::frowns and watches his wife pace again::
<Loradne> @ Susanamonea>What's wrong?
<Loradne> @ Theta>::pats daughter's hand:: Your mother's just a little preoccupied.
<Dr1> $ I'll be the hero, my argument will be proven, and Lora's blood will be splattered all over the High Council and that fool Theta. It will never wash out! We will leave it as a n everlasting memorial to my great moment.
<IrishTCat> # R> I am certain that you can think of some way to do it Zamona .. Even I agree that you are more brilliant at getting people to work together.. 
<Zamona> # Perhaps there is some way to use both sides to point the way to the middle path?
<Zamona> # :::Zamona ponders what may be done:::
<Loradne> @ ::Lora ponders aloud:: They must listen. Everything I know, everything I feel tells me we must use our powers wisely.
*** Zamona is now known as Omicron
<Loradne> @ For the sake of the Universe and ourselves.
<IrishTCat> # R > I could shout at them all day and get nowhere except for my own personal satisfaction. 
<Dr1> $ ::: Morbius clenches his fist:: The next steo to my universal domination will be over her dismantled body!
<Loradne> <pause Lora, Theta, Susanamonea>
<Omicron> # :::Reluctantly, Omicron sees some validity to Zamona's points:::
<IrishTCat> # > ::Rassilon has found he quite loves shouting loudly at people::
<Dr1> $ Morbius> First I'll kill that bitch and then Rasillon, then, I will come for you!
<Dr1> <pause Morbius & Gimel>
<IrishTCat> <<Pause Rassilon>> 
<Omicron> <pause Omicron and Zamona>
<Loradne> <wow we all finished on time?>
<Omicron> <yub yub>
<Dr1> <Togetherness. This is the tighest sim crew there is.
<Loradne> <<END SIM>>   <<CUT AND PRINT>>
<IrishTCat> <<DIE EWOK SCUM!!>>
<Omicron> Hurray!!!!
<Loradne> Bravo!
<Omicron> Good job everyone!!
*** Loradne is now known as Jacie
<IrishTCat> Good job everybody ... 
<Dr1> I really did rant there. Haven't done that much. After the day I had I needed to rant! Great job all. I look forward to reading gthe log.
<Omicron> I second that sentiment, Tuna:-)
<Jacie> Not bad, if I do say so myself.
<Jacie> That was fun.
*** Omicron is now known as AlxKeegan
* IrishTCat used all his energy killing the ewok
<Jacie> Great game all.
<Jacie> Yeah, I noticed Tuna. Never knew you knew those words.
<Jacie> ;)
<Dr1> Nice job of character development. Too bad we didn't have two more players.
<AlxKeegan> Hey rob, you going to buy one ofthe Krypto soft toys?
<Jacie> We will next time.
<AlxKeegan> yes indeedy
<Jacie> Tho I found out what at least Lynn doesn't come.
<IrishTCat> David , No money .. 
<AlxKeegan> oh, that's right, sorry
<Jacie> There's a DW quiz game on Wed night at www.zealot.com chat
<AlxKeegan> I thought you knew that,Jen, sorry
<Jacie> I didn't. Nor did I know Lynn attended.
<IrishTCat> Did you check out that site I told you about David ?  
<Dr1> Well, my thoughts are with Steve.
<AlxKeegan> not yet, rob
<Dr1> I'm on my way. Watch for another log this week.
<AlxKeegan> I have it written down somewhere though
<AlxKeegan> Night tuna!
<Dr1> Peace all.
<Jacie> Yeah. You may want to drop him a note Tuna. Just to let him know you're thinking about him.
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<IrishTCat> http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/thejsaallstarstorysite
<IrishTCat> I've been there and done that .. 
<Jacie> Hey, guess what I threw my money at today! ::says foolishly::
Session Close: Wed Sep 13 23:41:14 2000