Session Start: Wed May 31 20:13:45 2000 * Logging #whosim to '#mf2.log' Been making lots of avs but still can't get them transparent :( David Whats suppose to be out Dr Who wise ? hmmmm, I don't know Anyone else been working on new companions? *** Dr10 (~java@132.198.123.110) has joined #whosim Three of the 8th Doctors books have come out in the past month and only 1 of the past doctors *poof* haven't seen the new catalog from our book distributor, nor have we had orders solicited for new audio cds Diamond previews has solicited orders for books but they all seem to be 8th Doctor ones Chris Why in the world would I want to play another companion I started this one by accident WB Tuna *** AlxKeegan sets mode: +o Dr10 I tried reading a doc8 book a few weeks ago...it hurt my brain. What was the name of it Chris Just read an oldie Taking of Planet 5 I can imagine, especially if it's written by Kate Orman and that other guy The Rescue by Ian Mater Vampire Science and Seeing I are good *** Brogan (jen@207-172-132-3.s3.tnt5.col.md.dialup.rcn.com) has joined #whosim *** IrishTCat sets mode: +o Brogan I liked both of those. *** Breon (~stevebreo@cc4-501.charter-stl.com) has joined #Whosim sorry? * Breon arrives! ::Bows to Jen::: We are proud to wait for you. Hi Jen By nature I'm not much of a reader...Douglas Adams is about my level. Hi Ssteve! Hello all, long time no see. :) That's an excellent level IMHO Hi Steve! I cut the number oif characters down tonight so that it wouldn't be so daunting to play. one of Compassion and Fritz stories Did you hear that "David Agnew" is writing a short story for the new Short Trips? *** IrishTCat sets mode: +o Breon Fair nuff. * Breon nods to Rob - thank you. Good to see you Steve I've got all the BBC new books except for Hollow Men and Witch Hunter Damon will be making a short appearance at the Time Trap Tomorrow, watch for him:-) Tried making avs of TARDIS demting but messed up and still not transparent Well, shall we? we have those at the store, Rob, or have had them Who's whom? Casting Call? <============Green Lantern I can get them Just not sure I want too * NthDoc awaits picking up the scrap <== The Doctor, remembers why he hates Troygon <===== Jacie I was a bit disappointed in the ending of the Hollow Men haven't read the witch hunters <<~~~Irish T(Master of Stealth and Suave) Cat Squinto, Mama Legba, and Odo (only in the middle part) Ok, ready for scrap parts Chris? [[Its a 1 st Doctor one David ]] I shall do what I can. Yes, I knew that, rob:-) What part(s) need taking? Squinto, Mama Legba, Odo (only in middle) I got Odo. [[Cody can be Squinto]] <===Odo Ok then, let me doublecheck my log and roll. then.... Mama Legba? okey dokey, got the credits ready <===Mama Legba (unless Steve will do it) *** Cody is now known as Squinto <> <> <> Steve, Steve, Steve *** AlxKeegan is now known as DWGL *** Brogan is now known as Jacie > [[ The secrets of proper grooming perhaps ;) ]] @ = Green Camp somewhere in the slums of the city # at the doorway of Mama Legba's feeding station and shelter @ ::Jacie looks up from ground, a fierce expression on her face:: @ ::hisses softly:: I said untie me. % Irish and Squinto heading toward the security checkpoint # :: The Doctor turns back and calls to Mama Legba::: Now which way did she go, again? % ::Irish looks at the covered sky and then back at the rather smelly individual following him:: @ Unless you prefer to eek out your existence like a dirty band of thugs getting nowhere. @ GL> All right, we'll give her the benefit of the doubt for now. @ :::motions for his men to untie her::: # ::Grabs a pack of breath capsules and some other things that may come in handy:: It shall be easiest if I show you, Mr. Smith. % Its not a proper place this world you live .. Full of vileness.. @ ::gets up, rubbing her unbound wrists:: Thank you. # ::Hopes through this man he can find the girl who promised her money for her shelters:: # :: The Doctor smiles:: Why thank you, there does seem to be a shortage of good landmarks in all this noxious gloom.# :: The Doctor # :: The Doctor @ GL> Should your story be false, however, it will not go well with you. <> @ my friends will be grateful. That's why I'm here, by the way. @ GL> ::bows:: You're welcome. % You have to play the hand you're dealt, mate # :: Th # :: The Doctor goes strolling out into the dark::: % Humans seem very fond of metaphors thatsuggest a lot but do not mean much .. Quite a planet you have here, I am not sure about investing money here. Obviously a lot of people here have lost. @ My friend, the Do- John Smith, said to find you. # ::Follows Mr. Smith out into the dark and then leads the way through alleys of slum:: @ He thought we may make a helpful alliance. # They have, This used to be such a good and beautiful planet, until Troygon came in. ::Sighs sadly in remembrance of the old days:: % And you? @ GL> John Smith...interesting. Yes, we are always looking for good allies. # :: The Doctor looks at Mama Legba and smiles:: Thank you for helping me, but if you don't mind my asking, how do you come to run shelters and feeding kitchens? %What's your game? % I say little as possible unless I am feeling talkitive .. @:::The Green Gang makes preparations for settling in for the night::: # ::Stops for a moment and looks out across what used to be a beautiful field, full of life:: I decided to do what no one else dared to do. % In your human metaphor I prefer to keep my cards close to the vest . @ ::::A small, smokeless fire is laid, provisions broken out, etc::: # I decided to be who I am and not let anyone deter me... ::She fights back a tear:: I decided to help. @ ::casts shrewd glare at Lantern:: You don't believe me, do you? # ::Continues on walking but at a somewhat slower pace:: % Vest! ::fiddles in his tattered mufti::: That reminds me.. @ I assure you, my friends and I are just as opposed to Troygon Corp as you. @ GL> Well, I certainly didn't believe you were a Duchess...you played it all wrong. # Helping seems a little out of place in an avaricious nightmare place like this. All the more commendable for you, thjough, given hoiw rare that emotion, caring, seems to be here. % ::Irish hums melody of a cat battle cry sounding more like he is choking than singing:: @ Oh? How so? @ GL> We haven't survived this long by being naive, you know. # :: The Doctor stops:: Wait, do you hear that? Sounds like gasping, over there. % :::pulls out a tin of anchovies::: Would you care for these? None of my crew seems to like them @ GL> Your accent, movement, gestures were all wrong. % Ah a gift .. ::reaches out and grabs the tin:: # ::Nods solemnly:: It is very rare. But many people would die if I didn't run these shelters... Unfortunately, my shelters will be closed soon if I don't find an alternative resource of funds. # ::Stops with the Doctor:: Oh no... ::Walks toward the gasping while taking out a pack of breath capsules:: Hello? @ :::GL takes a bite out of a ration bar::: # :: The Doctor walks over towards the sound.:: % ::smiles, while turning head away from Irish:: @ GL> Your manners are those of a thief, not royalty. # Two girls> ::Gasping for breath:: Ple....ase... hel... @ Were they? Some might conclude the same about you. % ::Irish doesnt even bother pulling the tab just cuts it open with his ultra sharp claws:: # Shh... Save your breath and take these. ::Hands each a breath capsule:: # ::They find two young women lying in the shadows gasping for breath, their lips almost blue, they are mumbling.::: @ GL>:::quirks an eyebrow:: Indeed? @ Sitting here prince of your little band, you appear more like a politician than a rebel. % Not much of a gift .. ::eyeing pitiful anchivies:: % To risk another metaphor, one hand washes the other ::rubs dirty mitts togehter:: # ::Puts the breath capsule packs away:: Now, how do you feel? @ What have you done for the people in those streets? % ::Irish looks at the anchives then sniffs them:: @ I don't see you sharing your rations with anyone. # Girls> ::Their breath starts to return:: A bit better... thanks. @ Food or air capsules. % Ah a very interesting taint of rot .. % FInest kind that # :: The Doctor pats them on the head, wuishing he could help more::: % ::Irish gives the tin to a passerby:: % You got cheated if thats the finest you can get .. # How can this be? How can there be a planet where the government controls the aiur supply and surplus workers gasp in poisons each night and die unless they tow the company line? % ::frowns and pushes on:: @ GL> First, there are members working in the background, aiding our fellows. # I've seen things more monstrous than tyhis, but this seems so regularized, and so passively saccepted. ::Irish taps his nose with a handpaw:: My sense of smell is much better than yours .. Even like this .. @ GL> Second, our mission is to overthrow the Troygan Corporation. Without them gone, nothing will ever change. @ ::watches Lantern tick off points with his fingers in an irritated tone:: # :: The Doctor turns away and walks on:: Why isn't everyone dead if it is this bad? % Much to my regret.. ::Irish sighs a bit:: @ And you have a plan for this, of course? % Stop .. Guards are just up ahead .. @ GL> Of course. [[if you want Chris ]] % :::suddenly is facing the other way::: The use your peeps :::Ponits with back of head:: It's the Bronze @ My friends will want to know it. <> @ GL> Now, about this John Smith of yours... you say he sent you to contact me? <> %Guards>Hey! Stop right there! @ GL> Well then, once I have met with your friends, and they are as you say, then I will speak to them of my plan. % I can smell them .. They are slightly cleaner than you .. # :: The Doctor walks on shaking his head::: % ::Irish shifts to normal cat mode and runs at the guards:: % Meow Meow Meow Meow >> ::dodges grasping hands and stomping boots with practiced ease:: % :::Not knowing what else to do, some of the guards train the guns at the cat::: % ::looks surprised:: What? %Guard>Get HIM! Over THERE! *** Jacie has quit IRC (Quit: Leaving) <> < I oved "The Third Man" you a Welles fan too?> <> *** Jacie (jen@207-172-132-3.s3.tnt5.col.md.dialup.rcn.com) has joined #whosim % ::Backs into guard blockinghim, while tel;liong crowd to stay back::: # Words can not describe the atrocities that these people suffer to breathe... I can only show you. ::Starts walking off in a different direction:: Come. *** IrishTCat sets mode: +o Jacie @ My friend is looking for someone. A criminal evading justice. # :: The Doctor follows Mama Legba, know what she is about to reveal will not be pretty.:: % ::Irish calls out:: Everyone come on in !!!! % Frreee Foooddd .. @ He's known for disliking injustice whereever we find it. # :: The Doctor realizes he underestimayted the scale anbd sevcerity of ::Troygon cruelty. @ GL> :::nods to himself as he reaches a decision::: @ That's why he thought we could make a fair alliance. % :::The guards, slow and dull-witted as they are, are distracted by Irish's gesticualtion> @ GL> Very well, we will meet Mr. Smith, perhaps we can help each other out. *** Breon is now known as MamaLegba %::the crowd of unemployed start rushing into the confusion trying to get inside:: @ Very well. ::smiles and backs up a step:: I should return to him. @ GL> Oh no, you're staying right here. @ The rest stay here and we'll be in touch. @ ::an arm shoots out to stop her:: % :::drops his dirty cap but picks up hardhat:: %::Irish snickers to himself as he blends into the shadows and disappears from sight:: @ GL> The streets aren't safe at night for those unfamiliar with them. @ ::turns annoyed glare on Lantern:: I'm more than capable of taking care of myself. @ As you said, I'm no duchess. @ GL> We will go find your Mr. Smith and make contact ourselves. @ ::pushes past one of the Green lads:: % :::Straightens with broom in hand and starts sweeping the walk:: %::Irish watches for the smelly human to show up from the shadows:: @ GL> Youre not a member of the Green Gang, either! # :: The Doctor follows Mama Legba towards what looks like a dimly lit facility in the distance::: @ GL> For your own safety, and our peace of mind, you will stay here. @ ::stopped by another, heaves a frustrated sigh and tries to be congenial:: # And here we are... ::Steps behind the remains of a wall and looks on:: Stay back here, if they see you... well... it won't be pleasant, I assure you. @ Look, I'm not going to betray you to Troygon. Why should I? % ::Slides next to Irish:: Slick moves furry one, can you change into anything? @ GL> We will bring Mr. Smith back here and you can be reunited with him then. # ::Looks at the wound on her left arm which makes it almost useless... and thinks 'Unfortunately, I know from experience':: @ No! I can't let you do that! % Perhaps If I wanted to.. But the cat form is a close to perfection as you can reach .. % :::The guards frantically search for Irish and Squinto::: @ GL> I don't think you have any choice, my young thief. % You move like an old sick cat almost .. Better than a human at least .. % ::smile:: ..of course, but you never know what can be handy # :: The Doctor looks over the wall and watches what is happening.::: @ ::sees herself surrounded by Green members:: @ GL> Let us handle our part, you can handle yours when the time comes. #:::: % If I gave you 20 years and my personal attention you can be almost as good as my brohter Nero .. @ :;says weakly:: He's looking for me, not you. You'll never find him in the night. @ At least let me lead the way. #:::: @ Your people can keep a close eye on me. <<> % ::slips off torn overcoat to reveal worker's coveralls:: A compliment indeed, I'm sure #::: The Doctor sees a line of ragged men, women, and children standing before an air pump staffed by corporate guards in breathing masks.::: % ::Irish just looks mysterious:: @ GL> You underestimate our skills, my dear. % Lead on mouse .. # :::People steo forward and present a work card, and they are allowed to fill their breathing sacks.::: @ ::sees a couple Green member waved off on the mission while she remains, heavily guarded:: @ :::Rustling noises herald the arrival of a member of the Green gang:: % ::Disappears into crowd with Irish::: #:::As soon as their sacks are filled people take a quick breath of fresh, privatized air, and then hold it in, feeling how it is clean and healthful.::: @ GL> What news, friend? @ ::crosses arms and listens to the report from a breathless agent:: % Are we there yet ? @ Member> News from headquarters, leader. % Sometimes the shortest path isn't the best you know @:::Green Lantern and the rest of the gang listen as the new arrival tells them of Gimbel and Odo's latest plan::: # ::Continues looking on and whispers:: This isn't as bad as it gets... ::Sees a man and his daughter is up next:: What is next will shock you. <> % Speakinf of mice... Could you do one, eh? @ Member>The bosses have a new "training" program up. # :::The man in line carries a young daughter on his back. He shows his work card, and as they are filling his breathing sack..::: #:::..he asks if they will fill his daughter's as well.::: @ :::GL listens intently::: % I eat mice .. Not become them .. @ Member> They've pulled in 50 workers since last week, but no one seems to know where they've got to. % ::Stops beside broken hatch:: #Guards> :::Laugh:: Get a grip, Pops, now ork no air. Find something for the little kipper to do to earn some breath credits... @ Member> We haven't been able to find the training camp to verify. @ :::GL finds this news suspicous:::: #Guards> :::Guffaw::: Or she'll be breathin' yours, daddy-o! % ::points to the crack in the hatch:: Perhaps, but a mouse could get through there % ::Irish eyes the broken hatch and his eyes begin to gleam with with brilliant green:: @ Mass abductions? Why, execution? # ::Turns away in disgust:: @ Were these your allies who've disappeared? @ GL> Anything else? # :::The man givbes his aughter a breath from his sack and walks aay sadly.:: @ Member> ::casts curious glance at redhead and quickly turns to answer his boss:: #Guard> It's a celebration, eh mates, of private enterprise! It's all private, and this is fully processed official privatized air! Step right up and show us your work card! %::Irish seems to ooze through the hole with a brilliant gleam of green shine all around him as he shrinks down to a small kitten:: @ Member> Yes leader. Troygon Corp announced a new division today. # You see what these people have to deal with Mr. Smith? It is beyond description of this crude language... #Guard> Breathe it in like a millionaire, while you can! @ Member> ::pulls out newsbrief:: The Bio-Services Restoration Group. @ Member> They're selling replacement organs to the ill and wealthy. #::Just then a ruckus develops between a guard and a worker::: % :::Smiles broadly but only with his eyes:: % ::Irish jumps out of the hole and looks around then flips a switch to open the hatch:: # Guard> This isn't a legit work card, you've messed with the icons, it ain't got any breath credits on it at all! @ GL> Oh no... @ Member> Harvested from workers who've died of untimely but natural reasons. % ::Irish waits nonchalantly on the other side:: @ GL> No, not dead from natural causes, but an unnatural cause....Murder! % :::thinks, that's a new way to skin one:: @ Member> ::finishes reading and hands brief to his leader:: @ GL> Those fiends are using the training program to select donors for their new organ program! % ::darts in and closes hatch:: Excellent *** Dr10 has quit IRC (Quit: Dr10) @ That explains the "training". @ GL> This cannot be allowed to continue! % This way... and try not to let that sensitive nose get to definite about what it smells % If you could hurry up .. I can sense the computers that way .. ::Irish points in one direction:: % ::Irish makes his way in the direction of the computers:: @ ::steps back giving Lantern room to rage:: @ GL> The light of justice must be thrown upon these foul creatures. % ::Starts to rile, then bows:: Lead on, Mc Fluff @ :watches all the Green members nod emphatically:: @ GL> The truth of their crimes must be exposed and they must pay the penalty! %::Irish is beginning to sparkle green again as he walks through the base:: @ ::steps behind another row of rebels:: @ GL> We shall have to track down where they are performing these atrocities. @ ::Members chime in with outrage:: @ ::steps back into border of trees:: % ::Takes out a device and presses a test button, satisfied he puts it back inside coveralls @ GL> We must put a halt to this as soon as possible. Too many innocent lives have been lost already, without this! @ ::members chant:: The Green Gang must stop them! <> % :::Digs out id badge that says "Norton, E." and pins it to breast:: @ :::Crumbles the paper in disgust and turns to speak to Jacie:: @ ::takes her opportunity and slips off into the night:: ! = Jacie's flight <<::Waits for Tuna's return::>> %::Irish stops suddenly:: The computers are here . ! ::in the alley, she tosses off her blue cloak and picks up a cloak of plain brown rags:: @ GL> Now, you see why there is no room for amatuers... *** Dr10 (~java@132.198.123.58) has joined #whosim @ ::He pauses as he sees no sign of Jacie:: <> ! ::covers herself and moves fast thru a cross-alley:: @ GL> The girl has escaped!! # :: The Doctor looks at the guard:: @ GL> She must be found quickly. *** Jacie sets mode: +o Dr10 #Guard> That's right, featherbedder, you're in for it now! @ GL> And this time, use ALL your senses and capabilities! #Caught workerker cowers> Please, let me go... @ ::gives an angry glare at the other Green Gang members, who look suitably chastened::: # ::Turns back to see what is happening:: ! ::quickly gets lost in the twisted back alleys of town:: #Guard> ::Smashes the cowering worker in the face with his rifle butt::: You are an emey of prosperity, you are! It's a bad choice for you. ! ::squints in the darkness, trying to find some lit path:: ! ::::The Green Gang fans out, following the girl's trail:: # Other Guard> Yea, featherbedder, it's either off to the neutrponium mines or a spot in Chairman Gimbel's new training program. ! Figures. ::to self:: This place is like a maze. ! ::trips over overflowing trash:: A dirty maze. #Man cowers, now in pain? But the neutronium mines mean quick death from the radiation! ! :::The Green Gang picks up her trail and begins closing in::: # A new program? Great... ::Shivers:: #Guard> Well, make your choice while you still have one! ! ::scraps buggy discarded food crates off her feet and continues on:: ! ::odd night sounds communicate their progress to each other::: #Man cowering> But what will they train me for? #Guard> :::Hits him again::: Aaahhhwwww! ! :::As the pursuit continues, GL admires the girl's skills::: ! ::turns a corner and finds a halo of misty gray over a small cul de sac:: ! :;in the center, a meager fire burns low surrounded by a group of 4 figures:: #Man in pain> Please, train me, train me! #Guard>:::Leads him away::: ! G:> That she is not a simple thief becomes quite clear ! ::sidesteps the corner and tries to slip off in another direction:: # ::Sadly shakes her head, giving off a sigh of defeat:: # :: The Doctor looks on in horror:: This is much worse than I thought. We have to find the Duchess! ! :::Finally, the Green Gang is able to cut off her other avenues of escape::: ! ::a the corner she trips over another small object:: More trash? *** Squinto (u2111@dialup-209.246.191.239.Atlanta1.Level3.net) has joined #whosim # Take me to this hobo camp, something has to be done about all this. *** MamaLegba sets mode: +o Squinto ! :::They steadily begin herding her towards the Hobo Camp::: <> # ::Nods in agreement:: It is a lot worse than what most people are lead to believe. ! ::looks down and her heart breaks, she sees a little ashen-faced girl no more than 4:: <> >> <#&#% sself-destruct> # Let us go to the Hobo Camp. ::Leads him back to the 'path' they were taking before:: ! ::the girl clutches a rag doll and has a lifeless blue face:: # :: The Doctor follows Mama Legba::: ! Oh no. ::drops to her knees, trying to rouse the girl but knowing its too late:: # = Hobo Camp # ::They finally reach the Hobo Camp:: Here we are Mr. Smith ! ::follow's girl's gaze to the central fire and sees the figures are all blue-faced:: # :::The Doctor and Mama Legba sit around an oil drum fire at the hobo camp.:: % ::Places device under computer and activates beacon:: <> ! ::each looks at her with the face of a forgotten child, left to perish in the night:: % ::Irish senses something coming::