Session Start: Wed Jul 05 22:08:30 2000
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<NthDoc> It'd be like a fantasy baseball league, you know?
<Dr10> What a pleasure to "see" you again, Mary.
<Cody> Our 2 abbreviated innings took a s long as a real game  :)
<Jacie> What does a fantasy television league do?
<MsTegan> Why thank you Tuna :)
<Cody> Hi Mary
<NthDoc> Everyone who plays is a network...
<MsTegan> Hi Cody
<NthDoc> ...and they each get to draft 10 shows.
<Cody> Hail Tuna
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<NthDoc> They earn money according to how well their shows do, and they get points for having their shows make the top 20.
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<Squinto> Hi Rob
<NthDoc> The player with the most money at the end of the month wins.
<MsTegan> Hello Nice Kitty
<IrishTCat> Hello Hello 
<Dr10> Hello to you, Cody and Nth. We should have a nice crowd gathering tonight.
<NthDoc> Points can be spent to "augment" your ratings.
<Jacie> Egads, sounds like a tv programmer's nightmare.
<MsTegan> Who do you need me to play most tonight? I must warn you I know nothing about stocks, etc!
<Jacie> First online stock trading, now tv programmers go cyber.
<IrishTCat> Bribery is the way to win my temporary affection 
<MsTegan> :)
<NthDoc> Well, I'm hoping that for the players themselves it'll be relatively low effort.
<Dr10> Shall we do a prelim on characters, then, so we can answer Mary's query?
<Jacie> Ok, Casting Call!
<Jacie> <==== Jacie
<NthDoc> All I, as the administrator, have to do is keep track of who's got how much money and points.
<Squinto> =================Squinto
<NthDoc> <===Odo, the happy Automaton.
<Dr10> Doctor #10, sensing he's getting close to the truth
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<IrishTCat> <<~~~~~playing myself
<NthDoc> <it's an original idea>
<MsTegan> <=====Gimbel or Quatloo??? Quatloo or Gimbel???
<Dr10> CAUTION - Mama Legba really isn't in the action tonite.
<Dr10> Forgot to leave her off the cast list
<Jacie> Ok then, we really need Gimbel or Quatloo. Gimbel is the ultimate baddie, right Tuna?
<Dr10> Will David be here to play Green Lantern?
<IrishTCat> Where the Green Lantern ?? 
<Jacie> He's in Pt 4, correct?
<Jacie> David should be here. Shall I call?
<IrishTCat> and an Odo as well 
<Squinto> "reacharging his batteries?"  heheh
<NthDoc> Ich bin Odo!
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<Squinto> argh
<Jacie> Oh no! Tuna.
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<DRX> Back. I think my screen froze.
<Jacie> Rehi Tuna!
<NthDoc> ::nudges the space-time continuum:: Stop that!
<Jacie> Now we lost Mary.
<Squinto> Can we get a cyber exorcist?
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<NthDoc> That depends...are all of us over 18?
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<Jacie> Rehi Mary.
<Squinto> 30 times over :)
<Squinto> re-hi
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<DRX> Welcome back, Mary. Did your screen freeze?
<MsTegan> ::sigh::
<MsTegan> Yeah, I guess that is what happened
<DRX> Easy to solve.
<IrishTCat> Whos going to buy the Harry Potter book ?
<MsTegan> ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
<NthDoc> I don't know how to read.
<Jacie> Ok, here's the situation. David is coming, just got in door, so he's gonna be a few minutes.
<IrishTCat> Hmmm Hes already in character as Odo 
<MsTegan> My whole family has been reading them all summer long. My husband is on #3 now, we will be fighting over the new one
<Jacie> We're to start up without him and he'll jump in. Ok?
<NthDoc> Tres bien.
<Jacie> LOL mary. My brother-in-law has me curious about them too.
<DRX> Well, we have Gimbel, arch villan and corporate death merchant available. Also Quatloo, soon to be ruined stock speculator, a nasty weasel. Then we have Green Lantern, eco-activist. rebel leader, and Daniel Delmin in disguise.
<Jacie> David has Green Lantern.
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<DRX> Excellent, Mary.
<Jacie> Ok then Quatloo to be improv'd as needed?
<Squinto> he's in the second scene
<Jacie> I can probably sub him since Jacie runs into him.
<DRX> Yep. Improv Quatloo.
<Jacie> Rob, will you make sure your back up log is running?
<Jacie> I'll get the credits ready.
<IrishTCat> All the Borders nad Barnes & Nobles are going to have special parties on Friday to celebrate the latest  HP book and are going to stay open until 1 am so they can sell  the book 
<NthDoc> Whatever happened to last week's log?
<Jacie> I have it.
<Jacie> Not reconned yet. I'm working on it.
<NthDoc> Groovy.
<Gimbel> <It is good to see people mad about books for a change says the teacher in me>
<Squinto> Everytime I see DRX I think about Humprey Bogart being punished into doing a bit part in b horror movie
<IrishTCat> <<~~is ready to go 
<Jacie> Ok Places People!
<DRX> Break a leg my crew!
<Jacie> <<New Adventures of Doctor Who Simulation>>
<Jacie> <<Market Forces Pt 3>>
<Jacie> <<By Alfred C. Snider aka DRTUNA>>
<DRX> # = on the streets of Keynes, capital of Planet Aam Smith and the evil Troygon Corp.
<Gimbel> $ = the Money Temple
<Jacie> # ::walks briskly thru town hiding voice behind her royal cloak::
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<NthDoc1> <sorry...had a line break there>
<Jacie> # So tell me again, Doctor, we bluff our way inside and then what?
<Squinto> <$=Moneytemple , heheh>
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<NthDoc1> <clever!>
<IrishTCat> @=tunnels underneath Citadel
<Squinto> %=streets out-of-town
<Gimbel> $ :: Hears a knock at the door and motions Odo to open it::
<IrishTCat> @ ::Irish eyes the cloaked GL with suspicion:: You look familiar .. 
<DRX> # :: The Doctor reviews his plan as they walk along::: So, no matter how Troygon tries to fix the stock market, it will foil them.
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<NthDoc1> $ ::Odo takes several long strides towards the door and throws it open::
<Jacie> # And you can do all that with a few symbol keycodes?
<Gimbel> $::Drums fingers on expensive leather chair, not bothering to look up:: About time you made it Truman.
<DRX> # We just have to arrive as investors to meet with Quatloo and we will simply watch it all come down -- the big sell off!
<IrishTCat> @ ::Irish stops to swipe at a scrawny mouselike creature barely missing it:: 
<DRX> # I want to be near the market if it should need any of my, ah, help and advice.
<Gimbel> $ > Truman> ::Enters room with a brief nod towards Odo::
<NthDoc1> $Odo>Hello, Mr. Quatloo!
<IrishTCat> @ ::turns to look back at GL:: I'll do the same to you if you prove untrustworthy.. 
<Jacie> # And what about the other part of your magnificent plan. Are you certain you can trust that Lantern guy?
<Jacie> # He seemed a little crooked to me. I'm surprised you know someone like that.
<DRX> # Oh him, with my life! He is a lot more than he seems, which is quite a bit as it is.
<Gimbel> $ Truman> Hello yourself Odo! How is the world treating you on this glorious day?
<Jacie> # Deceptive, you mean.
<Squinto> % ::Pushes a cart of hot tubers along street:: Get your Murpheys! Only 2 credits a piece!
<DRX> # We met long ago, far away. 
<Jacie> # Just where did you meet him anyway? ::suspicious glare::
<NthDoc1> $Odo>Very nicely, Mr. Quatloo...the Training Program is proceeding with great...uh...goodness.
<DRX> # He isn't crooked! He is scrupulously honest, and probably has never, ahem, picked any pockets in his entire life.
<IrishTCat> @ GL> And I should trust a morphmetic feline with telepathic abilities ?   
<DRX> # :: The Doctor smiles at Jacie::
<Squinto> % ::waits for his officers to crowd around then starts his briefing::
<Gimbel> $::Truman> ::Rubs hands in anticipation of all the evil underhanded things he will accomplish today.::
<NthDoc1> $Odo>I love how they kick and scream!
<Jacie> # ::eyes narrow:: I stole to survive. He looks like he lies for the fun of it.
<Gimbel> $ ::Rises from chair and motions Odo and Truman to the bar ::
<Jacie> # ::mumbles:; Just like a politician.
<IrishTCat> @ Irish> Why yes .. I am completely trustworthy to do as I please .. 
<DRX> # I hear he came from Earth originally, and has a long history of run-ins with Troygon, although that is something shared by billions of people.
<Squinto> % Spread the word everywhere, tonight the bloated ones fall down and we take over
<NthDoc1> $ ::Odo hoists his massive, lanky body towards the bar::
<Gimbel> $ ::Lifts bottle from solid gold icebucket:: 2000, a very good year.
<Gimbel> $ ::Pops cork, which whizzes past Odo's head:: Let's celebrate, why don't we?
<NthDoc1> $Odo>Yes!  Celebrate!  :drools:
<Gimbel> ::Pours three glasses, hands them out::
<Squinto> % All those who have naught will have millions on there credit cards and the fat cats and their running dog lackey guards won't be able to buy a breath for all their money
<DRX> # :: The Doctor laughs:: I think he once was a politician, but has long since quit that world. He does have a knack for kidding people, especially attractive young women with a flair for adventure.
<Gimbel> $ ::Raises glass:: Here's to selling high...
<Squinto> <their, not there, sorry>
<IrishTCat> @ ::Irish slips into a song:: I am a cat beyond compare .. A clever brave cat who is also fair.  I will fight or run away.. But its really string with which I like to play ..  I can see both future and past .. But its mainly silly two legs fates that are cast .. 
<Jacie> # Well, this particular woman was not amused.
<Gimbel> $ Truman> ....and buying cheaply!
<NthDoc1> $Odo>Here, here!
<Gimbel> $ To our wealth and their poverty....
<DRX> # :: The Doctor stops at a financial kiosk in this upscale neighborhood::: That's what Victoria once told me, and we went on to be best of friends. You'll get over it if you get to know him better.
<NthDoc1> $Odo>Mmm...alcohol.
<Gimbel> $ Truman> and to trimming that new investor John Smith down to size ::Gulps drink::
<Squinto> % Tell everyone you can to get to a crystal radio and wait for my announcement to bring down the established richies, okay?
<DRX> # :: The Doctor activates the financial kiosk::: Now let me see, I'll just issue the proper commands here before the market opens....
<Jacie> # ::stops outside kiosk and turns to watch the street:: I'd rather learn to like Irish's trout better.
<IrishTCat> @ GL> ::winces at the squalling feline:: We are almost here ..  You guard while I insert the Doctor's program .. 
<DRX> # :: The Doctor looks at Jacie::: That's Queen Victoria, not Ms. Waterfield.
<Gimbel> $ Speaking of John Smith, just how do you plan on snaring him, Truman?
<Squinto> % The guards weapons won't mean a lot when they're groveling to get a breath of fresh air
<Jacie> # ::watches the people hobbling off to work, coughing and gasping while a solitary guard does his rounds::
<Gimbel> $ Truman> With the old tried and true formula GREED what else? ::Snickers and elbows Odo::
<DRX> # :: The Doctor smiles as the financial virus he has developed is activated, and the doom of the stock market is sealed.:::
<IrishTCat> @ GL > So how has the Doctor been doing ?  
<NthDoc1> $Odo>Ha, ha, haaah!
<Squinto> % Toothy > Smash and grab time, eh?
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<IrishTCat> @ Irish> Doing what ? 
<Jacie> # Name dropper. ::teases, arms crossed:: I bet Lantern does a lot of that too.
<AlxKeegan> <hi everyone!>
<DRX> # There is always one mechanism which is sure to wreck havoc in a fre market like this ... a little outside regulation from a fiduciary prankster.
<Jacie> # Or whatever his name is.
<Gimbel> $ Truman> We'll givehim some advice that helps him to benefit from today's crash and then we'll trim him when he starts to trust us later.
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<Gimbel> ::Turns to Odo:: Give me a report on that new training program
<DRX> <JHooray for David>
<Gimbel> <Hi David>
<Jacie> # ::glances over to watch Doctor typing in commands:: How many stocks are you buying?
<NthDoc1> $Odo>It is proceeding with great success!
<IrishTCat> @ Maker is doing quite fine not thats its any of your business .. 
<Squinto> % You've got it mate, time for a little redistribution of wealth ::smiles, and moves off with cart heading to his secret radion braodcasting station:: Murpheys! Cheap at twicw the price! Murpheys!
<Jacie> <yeah David. Still in the beginning. Are you all set now?>
<Gimbel> $ Explain yourself, Odo. I want specifics!
<DWGL> <think so, yep>
<NthDoc1> $Odo>At this rate, we'll have more livers and lungs and hearts than every hospital in the system.
<DRX> #Oh, I'm not buying anything, I'm simply giving the right advice to the wrong people, or is it the wrong advice to the right people?
<Gimbel> $ So you plan to take gaspers off the street again?
<NthDoc1> $Odo>I predict that we'll have a Monopoly on the organ market by the end of the week.
<DRX> # Well, I am only buying a few issues, designed to trigger the fiduciary virus. This is going to be a bad day for Quatloo and his venemous pals.
<DWGL> @ That's true, it's not any of my business.  I'm just showing a little comraderial concern.
<NthDoc1> $Odo>Of course!
<NthDoc1> $Odo>That's the best part of my day.
<Jacie> # ::ASB screen riffles thru a series of screens then displays "Command Accepted. Thank you for your money!"::
<Jacie> # Is that it?
<DRX> # :: The Doctor smiles::: You are so welcome!
<Gimbel> $Truman> ::Snickers:: Where else would he get them chief? You know how he likes to round up his little play things off the street.
<IrishTCat> @ Hmphhhh.. As if I didnt reconize you ..  The Voice showed me images of all Makers traveling companions .. 
<NthDoc1> $Odo>Watch it!  I'm still bigger than you.
<DWGL> @ Good thinking, that, never know when you might run into one of them again.
<DRX> # :: The Doctor turnsd and leaves the kiosk:: Well, all of our adventures should be this much fun, but the real goal of my visit awaits ... after the markets do their work.
<Gimbel> $ :: Shakes head:: I know, I know. I am just sort of worried this won't work out. It has been far too easy, and that can't be good.
<DWGL> @ Say when you're needing some help?
<NthDoc1> $Odo>Easy money is ALWAYS good!  Increased efficiency means more profit!
<Gimbel> :: Takes final sip:: Well, one thing's for sure, this will never happen from up here, we'd best get to it.
<Jacie> # If you say so. ::follows Doctor with a parting curious glance at ASB which now shimmers as it continues flashing its wecome screen::
<IrishTCat> @ ::blinks eyes:: I need help with what ? 
<DWGL> @ :::gives a little grin to the cat as he continues his work:::
<NthDoc1> $Odo>RIGHT!  I'm off!
<DRX> # :: The Doctor offers his arm to Jacie::: Well, your highness, should we be on our way to the Money Temple to see how the invisible hand grips today?
<Gimbel> $ ::Smiles at Odo:: That's the spirit! 
<DWGL> @ :::very serious::: That was a plural you.  I'm sure that you don't need any help from me, and are just humoring the Doctor.
<NthDoc1> $ ::Odo storms out confidently::
<Gimbel> $ ::Puts down glass and moves towards door:: 
<Gimbel> $ Come on Truman 
<Jacie> # ::returns smile:: My pleasure, kind sir. ::places hand regally on Doctor's arm::
<Gimbel> <Symbol for courtyard is what?>
<IrishTCat> @ I only put up with him becuase Voice likes him ..  ::Irish winks one eye:: 
<Jacie> # ::throws head back, chin up and assumes her duchess demeanor::
<Gimbel> <Or just stick with $>
<DWGL> @ Understood :::winks an eye back:::
<DRX> # :: The Doctor and Jacie stroll down the street, and out into a broad avenue leading to the Money Temple. Around them gasping workers huff and puff while the rish breathe easily with theirt expensive breathe pills:::
<Gimbel> $ Truman> ::Grabs bottle and finishes off the rest before following Gimbell out the door::
<Jacie> # ::nods politely and discriminatingly at passing money guards who all bow and scrape to clear the way for the pair::
<DRX> # = Great Courtyard of the Money Temple, teeming with speculators
<DRX> # :: The Doctor and Jacie enter the gates of the Money Temple:::
<Gimbel> ::Surverys the action in the great courtyard of the Money Temple::
<Jacie> # ::whispers:: Into the lion's den we go.
<Gimbel> $ :::Silently counts speculators, runs figures in head::
<DRX> #This is the great Courtyard of Dividend, a gathering place for greedy fools who misunderstandf use value vs. exchange value.
<DWGL> @ As a cat, I suppose you like fish? ::rhetorical question:::
<IrishTCat> @ Perhaps 
<Jacie> <How are Gimbel, Quatloo and Odo doing? Ready for middle?>
<DRX> # Remind me to explain the difference between use and exchange values to you sometime in the TARDIS, Jacie, very instructive concept.
<Gimbel> < # = courtyard?>
<NthDoc1> <All set to go>
<DRX> # = courtyard
<Jacie> <Yes, Doc and Jacie using #>
<DWGL> @ :::gets ready to slipstream the "Free Money" program into the system:::
<Jacie> # Sounds all Venusian to me, Doctor. ::smiles at passing investors::
<Gimbel> # Truman> ::Works the crowd like a pro::
<DRX> # :: The Doctor sees Quatloo and greets him:: Why there's my trustworthy stock market advisor now, Truman Quatloo.
<Jacie> # I'll just rely on your sound advice.
<NthDoc1> <Central Air?>
<Gimbel> #Truman> ::Hears Doctor's voice and turns around:: Doctor! How grand to see you today!
<Jacie> # ::sees the portly well-dressed man approach with a cheesy grin::
<DWGL> @ Have you ever tried Fenrisian rainbow trout with lemon sauce and sauteed onions?
<DRX> # I am so looking forward to a day of Profits, Truman. Let's get started, the market should open at any minute!
<Jacie> # So this is the financial wizard you spoke of? ::to Doctor::
<Gimbel> #Truman> ::Looks Jacie over:: And who, may I ask is your lovely companion?
<IrishTCat> @ No ..  ::wonders if this GL is tryinbg to tease him:: 
<DRX> # :::The golden bells of the tower sound and the market opens, huge displays begin to cover the previously translucent walls of the courtyard.:::
<DRX> # Why, Truman Quatloo, this is the Lady Jacie, royalty of the Barnam house, perhaps interested in investing as well.
<Squinto> <thought $ was Money temple>
<Jacie> # ::beams regal smile on Quatloo awaiting her proper introduction::
<DWGL> @ Ah, then a culinary delight awaits you!  Perhaps when our work on this planet is finished, I shall be able to make you some.
<IrishTCat> @ You can cook fish ?  
<Gimbel> # ::Sees Truman talking to a strange looking man with a ravishing young woman at his side, walks over to investigate::
<Jacie> # A pleasure to meet you sir, I'm sure. ::extends a hand to the Quatloo::
<DRX> <#=temple courtyard where trading is>
<IrishTCat> @ Perhaps I can manage to tolerate you for a while longer 
<Jacie> # The Doctor has simply raved about your expert advice.
<Squinto> <k, just a little confused, thanks>
<Gimbel> # Truman> Too good to be true, lovely and an investor! Be still my heart! ::Bows with a flourish::
<DRX> # :: The Doctor stands of straight, he gets a chill, he senses his ancient enemy is near. He smiles devceptively:::
<DWGL> @ I had the chance to learn from the chefs on Cachalot, what a wonderful time that was!
<Squinto> & = Pirate Radio staion
<IrishTCat> @ Lets go to the next place .. 
<DWGL> @ Your patience is much appreciated.
<Gimbel> # ::Slows in his approach, begins to feel apprehension, but can't pinpoint why::
<DWGL> @ ::Green Lantern finishes uploading the program, then nods in agreement to Irish:::
<Jacie> # ::fakes a blush and giggle:: It is my heart that beats quite fast sir. Hopefully you can make my family a tidy sum today, not that we need it, of course.
<IrishTCat> @ Not that I am really interezted but you can talk about coooking some more if you wish too .. 
<Gimbel> #Truman> ::Sees Gimbel and waves him over:: Doctor, I'd like you to meet someone. This is Chairman Gimbel, head of the Trygon Corporation...
<DWGL> @ Yes indeed, Central Air here we come!
<Jacie> # ::her seductive smile dulls faintly with the approach of Gimbel::
<DRX> # :: The Doctor looks around. Notices that many pof the traders are starting to look tense. It is starting, and will build until the market explodes.:::
<Jacie> # ::glances at Doctor and notices his stare quickly shift from stranger to the crowd::
<DWGL> @ :::continues to regal Irish with ways of cooking fish on the way::
<DRX> # :: The Doctor turns to Gimbel:: Yes, I am honored sir. You are a champion of profit at all costs, and your corporation is unrivaled in his galactoic deeds of greed.
<Gimbel> # Truman> ::Sly wink at Jacie:: Certainly young lady, that's what I'm here for!
<DWGL> <symbol for Central Air?>
<Jacie> # I believe the action is heating up on the market already, Mr. Quatloo.
<IrishTCat> @ ::Irish pretends to not be interested but anyone can tell he is by the way his tail twists and turns :: 
<NthDoc1> <I'm liking ?>
<DWGL> <sounds good to me>
<DWGL> ? = Central Air Terminal
<Squinto> & :::walks into alley and puts finger beside nose on old poster. Wall opens and Squinto enters swiching on lights of radio station::
<Jacie> # I had no idea your market was so volatile. You truly must be a wizard to make sense of this. ::indicates scrolling figures on the walls::
<Gimbel> # ::Reaches hand to shake with Doctor, and hesitates:: Er, yess, thank you , and you are?
<DWGL> <hey rob, you going to order a set of LSH action figures?>
<DRX> # John Smith, here to try out your markets with Mr. Quatloo as my guide. I assume you trust him?
<IrishTCat> ?  ::Irish looks around:: When is the action going to start ? 
<IrishTCat> <<I just got the Hawk figures friday >> 
<Gimbel> #  Without a doubt, he is the most trusted investment consultant in my firm!
<DWGL> ? Almost any time now, I'd say.
<DWGL> <good good>
<DRX> # :::All arounhd them in the courtyard a buzz of voices is increasing, as wild graphs and figures splash over the huge shiny walls of the courtyard:::
<Jacie> # Honorable, financial wizard on Adam Smith. ::mumbles:: Isn't that an oxymoron.
<Jacie> # ::beams:: Then you must advise me as well Mr. Quatloo. 
<IrishTCat> <<Will get the GA and the LSH too >>>
<Squinto> & :: Powers up station and dusts off old cd case that reads "Pink Floyd The Dark Side Of The Moon"::;
<Gimbel> # ::Watches the Doctor and feels and icy cold wave of premonition sweep over::
<DWGL> ? :::Green Lantern's eyes take in the sight of poor people drinking in air like millionaires:::
<IrishTCat> ? I can sense a great deal of energy building up .. 
<DRX> # :: The Doctor stops at a console and brings up a screen hanging in the air among them::: Well, well, your advised purchases don't seem to be doing so well.
<Gimbel> # Truman >::Follows Mr. Smith to the console and looks over his shoulder::
<DWGL> ? :::Meanwhile, the greedy bureaucrats and guards find their cards no longer work...they can get no air!:::
<DRX> # :::Nearby a broker begins screaming and runs away shouting obscenities:::
<Squinto> & ::::sticks in cd and pushes 5, the sounds of a cash register play then some one starts singing " Money.." :::
<IrishTCat> ? ::Irish's eyes sense all sorts of patterns no one else except maybe Maker and Home can see:: 
<DWGL> <have we seen Squinto's broadcast yet? or seeing it now?>
<Jacie> # Please, I'm eager to -- ::pauses abruptly:: Oh, what is that?
<DRX> # :: The Doctor points at a falling graph in front of them::: Is that the rating of the Troygon portfolio? If so, you might want to pay more attention to it.
<Squinto> <Now>
<Gimbel> # Truman> Points to an investment on the screen:: I suggest you place all your money there, sir.
<DWGL> <oh, we're sending an order to get the 5 or so latest Dr Who Audio Adventures, yippee!!!>
<NthDoc1> <engage jealously mode.  *blip*>
<Squinto> & ::Breaks into the song:::  Yes, money. You have it now and the fat cats don't!
<IrishTCat> ?::Irish lays down and watches the humans scramble around with interest :: 
<DRX> #:: A [air of Money Temple janitors appear and looki at a screen, and then begin smiling at each other -- their small investments are skyrocketing while others collapse. They begin buying aggressively with their profits.:::
<IrishTCat> <<Just got Winter for the Adept >> 
<NthDoc1> <are we good to bring in Odo?>
<Gimbel> # Pay no attention to that graph!  You are just misunderstanding what you read!
<DWGL> <almost but not quite, Chris>
<NthDoc1> <gimme a prompt>
<Squinto> & Check the air stations, you can now get all you want and the richies and their guards get none
<Gimbel> # Truman> I assure you my investment advice is sound!
<Jacie> # ::turns eye to the big holoboard on the wall:: Hmmm, what do all those red numbers mean?
<DWGL> <and you've heard they're going to do the first season for the 8th Doctor on Audio Adventures, with Paul McGann as the Doctor, right?>
<IrishTCat> <<Yes David  I have >> 
<Gimbel> ::Gimbel surveys the havoc and can't shake the feeling of unease he has felt since meeting the Doctor::
<DWGL> ?:::Guards and bureacrats get frustrated, bang on the machines but can't change anything:::
<DRX> # :: The Doctor shakes his head::: It seems to me like a panic in the blue chips, so to speak.
<NthDoc1> <swEEEEEet!>
<DWGL> <won't be till next year but that's okay>
<Gimbel> #Truman > Well, um, er, I'm not sure, miss...
<Jacie> # ::the crowd begins turning into a frenzy. People shout "Sell, Sell"::
<Squinto> & Now is the time people! Seize power! Attack the guards while they gasp for breath as you have had to, all these years. Revolution now! Up against the wall Troygon!
<NthDoc1> <"Did I miss something?">
<DWGL> <not yet, just a sec though>
<Gimbel> #Truman> ::Thinks to self, red numbers??This can't be right, what IS going on here?::
<DRX> #:::All round the courtyard a madness sets in. Brokers are seeing their fortunes wiped out, no matter what they do things get worse, all the wrong stocks are rising, all the right ones are falling. Wails and screams increase. A couple of fist fights break out.:::
<IrishTCat> ? ::Irish jumps up when the fighting breaks out:: 
<DWGL> ? ::GL palms a smoke capsule, tossing it out into the Central Air Terminal:::
<DRX> #:::Suddenly the public address system in the courtyard begins to brosadcast Squinto's revolutionary message.:::
<Jacie> # Oh my. ::hides grin:: That doesn't look good. Troygon Inc's down 30 points in 5 minutes.
<Gimbel> #::Feels sick and furious at Truman, too::
<DWGL> ?::Green smoke covers one corner of the room. when it clears, the mysterious enigma known as the Green Lantern stnads revealed::
<Jacie> # No, it's 300 points.
<DRX> # :: The Doctor listens and points to a speaker::: Is that a normal program?
<Squinto> & ::: Places cd of "Revolution" on repeat play and leaves the staion for Central Air Terminal::
<Jacie> # ::tries to listen above the din of panicking investors::
<DWGL> ? Now is the time, my brothers!
<IrishTCat> ?Hmph  Show Off .. 
<Gimbel> #Truman> ::Begins to sweat and looks nervously at Gimbel who seems about to explode::
<DWGL> ? You have the power!  Use it!  Throw off your chains! Turn on the guards who have so grieviously misused you!
<DRX> # :: The Doctor smiles:: Gentlemen, I would think you had led me astray, but it seems as if all of your preferred stocks are dropping as well. I hope you haven't bought on margin.
<Gimbel> # :: Nervous sweat on bald head has to be judiciously wiped off::
<IrishTCat> ? Be all you can be for really pathetic two legs .. 
<DWGL> ?::the crowd cries out in agreement and turns on the guards trying to keep them from getting air::
<DWGL> <cue Odo the Vicious, the Unspeakable>
<Jacie> # Oh dear, Mr. Quatloo. It seems the market's fallen out from under your spell.
<NthDoc1> ? ::The vicious and unspeakable Odo ambles towards Central Air, only to find Chaos::
<Gimbel> # Truman> ::Mutters to Jacie::T hat just can't be, can't be....
<NthDoc1> ? ::booming voice:: WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!?!
<IrishTCat> ? I wonder what Maker is up too ..  ::Irish looks around for a second or two but doesnt sense Maker near :: 
<DRX> ? ::Odo, the visious robot who, while working with E'Thrax, had tortured the Doctor, snipped off one of his fingers, and carried it in his mouth for years -- a foul being!:::
<Gimbel> # Truman>::Begins to feel faint and reels unsteady on feet next to Jacie::
<DWGL> ? :::members of the Green Gang begin to arrive, awaiting the signal of their leader:::
<Jacie> # ::pats Quatloo comfrotingly on back:: It's alright, sir. You do still have your raw materials investments, correct?
<DRX> #:::A scream penetrates the loud courtyard as a ruined broker has jumped from the high balcony and splaters to his death on the hard marble floor of the Money Temple.:::
<IrishTCat> ?::Irish is too interested in the chaotic scene to pay attention to Odo :: 
<DWGL> ? The meaning is clear, miscreant.  Your reign of terror is over!
<DRX> # :: The Doctor shakes his head::: It isn't only the Market which is falling.
<Jacie> # Air, water, the basics of human survival?
<NthDoc1> ?::Odo shoves his way through the crowd and begins subjugating the working class--pulling them away from the air receptacles and beating them::
<Jacie> # ::jumps at the suicidal display::
<Gimbel> ::surveys crowd, and notices the John Smith and his companion wearing thinnly disguised smirks:: John Smith, my _ss!
<Jacie> # ::more investors merely trample over the dead body in their scramble for any stable stock to buy::
<DRX> # :: The Doctor shakes his head::: Well, Jacie, they seem to have made a mistake and destroyed most of those essentials. Now that wads an oversight!
<NthDoc1> ?Odo>Who are YOU to question the true hand?
<IrishTCat> ?::Irish is looking the other way as Odo stomps up::
<DWGL> ? ::::Green Lantern strides forward corageously to enter the fray::
<DWGL> <but now Irish will intercede:-)>
<Gimbel> #Truman. ::Takes a look at the raw materials investments graph and swoons::
<IrishTCat> ? ::Irish sniffs:: I sense something foul and wretched in the air .. 
<Jacie> # This is most distressing. ::covers expression with handkerchief::
<DWGL> ? I am Green Lantern, of course.
<NthDoc1> ?Odo> ::punch, punch, bash::
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<IrishTCat> ?Can you smell what Irish wants to be Cooking ? 
<DRX> #:::A group of retired small investors who have now become rich gather to start a celebration in one corner of the exchange courtyard. They mock the ruined brokers, and a few shoving matches begin.:::
<NthDoc1> <bonus points for WWF reference>
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<DWGL> ? ::gives a quick glance to Irish:::
<Squinto> <hi>
<NthDoc1> ?Odo>Your days are numbered, Lantern!
<IrishTCat> ?::Irish turns around:: Its you!   
<Jacie> # Perhaps we should leave, Doctor Smith. I simply can't stand by and watch as foolish investors ruin themselves.
<DWGL> ? And I will shine the light of justice on the shadows of evil!
<NthDoc1> ?Odo> ...y...YOOOU!!!
<Aggedor> <Hi>
<Jacie> # ::notices one small board displaying rising figures in black::
<Squinto> ? :: Enters to the chaos and grins so wide it looks like his jaw is going to fall off::
<NthDoc1> ?Odo>Vengeance is MINE!  ::Odo lunges for Irish::
<IrishTCat> ? ::Irish begins to morph into a green armored cat man with sharp looking claws:: 
<DRX> #Well, we shall not be invsting any more money at your behest, Quatloo. Perhaps I'll ask those happy janitors what it is they are buying?
<DWGL> ? :::Green Lantern gives a quick turn of the wrist, a blinding light spears out into Odo's eyes, giving Irish the first shot at Odo:::
<Gimbel> #Truman> ::Begins to back away from Jacie:: If you'll excuse me miss, I think I am going to be sick!
<Jacie> # Pity. if only they had invested in their future like that they'd be able to survive this crash.
<IrishTCat> ?::Irish tumbles away :: 
<NthDoc1> ?Odo>GAAAH!  My eyes!
<NthDoc1> ? ::Odo pflumps onto the ground and scrambles to his feet::
<DRX> # :: The Doctor shakes his head and sighs:::Sorry about this, old chap, but I;m afraid you are fired as my broker.
<Squinto> ? ::: Looks at gusrd gasping on floor::: A thousand on the kitty, what do you say?
<DWGL> ? ::to Irish::: Now, go cat go!!
<IrishTCat> ? :::Irish makes an incredible 20 ft jump to land behind Odo:: 
<Gimbel> # Truman> ::Nods head to Mr. Smith,  hand over mouth, and runs out of the room::
<Jacie> # ::the new technologies stocks rise, showing support for air filtration systems, robotic production and biomedical therapies::
<IrishTCat> ?Its time to make you into Kitty Litter  Dodo .. 
<DWGL> ? ::smiles at Squinto:: I don't think you'll find any takers for that bet.
<NthDoc1> ?Odo>Face me, foul creature...you will not leave this encounter alive!
<Squinto> ? :::Guard can't talk:: Oh, well :: steps over guard and looks for his men in the crowd::
<Gimbel> # ::Gets furiouser and furious and more furious::
<IrishTCat> ?::Irish taps Odod on shoulder:: 
<DWGL> ? ::Green Lantern signals the members of the Green Gang::
<Jacie> # ::whispers:: Nicely done, Doctor.
<DRX> #:::More and more devastated brokers can be seen climbing up the stairs and walls of the courtyard, a few more screaming brokers become one with the floor.:::
<IrishTCat> ?Here I am .. 
<NthDoc1> ? ::Odo, in a moment of decreased lucidity, turns around to meet Irish's attack::
<IrishTCat> ?Take your best shot .. 
<IrishTCat> ::Irish taunts Odo ::
<Gimbel> # ::Watches Mr. Smith closely, mutters to self:: I know he is responsible somehow?
<DWGL> ? :::together with Squinto and the workers, they make short work of the guards:::
<Gimbel> # Just WHO is he really after all?
<Jacie> # ::the janitors, servers and menial workers of the market drop their tools and cheer as their stocks in lieu of pay rise::
<IrishTCat> ?::Irish makes a come get me gesture with his claws:: 
<DRX> # :: The Doctor offers Jacie his arm::: Well, that's enough day trading for today, perhaps.
<NthDoc1> ? Grraaah!  ::Odo hoists Irish up over his head::
<Jacie> # Agreed. ::takes arm and walks out::
<DRX> # :: The Doctor waves goodbye to Gimbel::: Hadn't you better call a stockholders' meeting or something, Mr. Gimbel?
<Gimbel> # ::Turns and angrily leaves  the courtyard, heading for the Citadel::
<IrishTCat> ? ::Irish vanishes to reappear back on the ground:: 
<Jacie> # ::catches glance of Gimbel's stare as they leave::
<Squinto> ? :: Spots Toothy and Pie_eye picking the pockets of freaked out investors::
<IrishTCat> ? Too Slow !  
<NthDoc1> ?Odo> Coward!  Fight me like a man!
<IrishTCat> ?I am not a man  I am better .. As in cat .. 
<Jacie> # ::as they exit to street:: Doctor, who was that man?
<Gimbel> #TRuman> Over in messy corner> ::Moans:: ruined Ruined! I'll never be rich again!
<NthDoc1> ? ::Odo attempts a swift kick to Irish's gut::
<DRX> # :: The Doctor and Jacie calmly and regally walk out of the Money Temple as those around them go insane, more people begin jumping to their deaths, grasping their share certificates as they fly towards their deathly contact with the floor:::
<IrishTCat> ? ::Irish leaps over the kick and smacks Odod upside the head:: 
<Squinto> ? ::Shakes head:: No need for that now you dimbulbs!  Get together whoever you can find and gather up the guards while they're out of it, alright?
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<Gimbel> #Truman> A life's wealth, gone in the blink of an eye, the click of an investor's mouse! Woe is me!
<Jacie> <BTW, hi Aggedor!>
<DRX> # :: The Doctor mutters::: ...grasping their share certificates with the greed of fools....
<IrishTCat> ?::Irish cuts an I on Odos back :: 
<Aggedor> <HI>
<NthDoc1> ? ::A frustrated Odo grabs a blaster from a nearby guard and takes a few wild shots at Irish::
<DWGL> ? :::the Green Gang and the hoboes begin to take control of the Central Air Terminal::::
<NthDoc1> ? ::Odo howls in pain::
<Jacie> <Sorry I didn't say hi before. I was a bit involved. Enjoying the show?>
<IrishTCat> ? :::Irish tumbles and dodges the beam seemimg to be everywhere at once:: 
<Gimbel> # Truman> ::Forcing back stomach contents:: Just look at them, lower class scum, celebrating!
<Gimbel> # ::Begins to slowly climb stairs to the top of the Money Temple courtyard::
<Aggedor> <Yeah, it's quite fascinating to watch>
<NthDoc1> ? ::The blaster runs out of ammo.  In a futile gesture, Odo throws the gun at Irish::
<Gimbel> <That's Truman climbing>
<DWGL> ? :::Green Lantern oversees the locking up of the defeated guards, who gasp like fish out of water as they stumble into their makeshift cell:::
<IrishTCat> ? Come here little mouse ..   ::Irish vanishes to reappear above Odo from which he smacks him across the head some more:: 
<Jacie> # They got what they deserved. :;thinks of dead little girl she found::
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<NthDoc1> ? ::Odo grabs Irish's hand/paw/thing and flips him Jujitsu style::
<Jacie> # whatever heartless evil's behind this place it's about time it got the tables turned.
<Gimbel> #Truman> ::Moans:: Farewell sweet clink of money, all the pleasure's money can buy, without money, why live?
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<IrishTCat> ?::Irish just tumbles back onto his feet with cat like style :: 
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<Jacie> # But Doctor, who was that man? Gimbel?
<Jacie> <rehi Aggedor>
<IrishTCat> ? Cats always land on their feet  dummy.. 
<NthDoc1> ? ::Odo attempts a short-arm clothesline::
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<Gimbel> #Truman> ::Stands on rail, spreads arems, and falls to floor of the Money Temple::
<DRX> # :: The Doctor shakes his head sadly::: There is no such thing as the invisible hand. The hands that mold reality are all real and eachn belongs to someone. Our challenge is to be responsible for what those hands do, not just abuse others and make believe that some invisibel market for4ce will make it all better.
<IrishTCat> ?::Irish sinks his fangs into the out thrust arm :: 
<NthDoc1> ?Odo> AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!
<Gimbel> # Newly rich investors> ::cheer as Truman falls::
<DWGL> ? ::the crowd begins to cheer on Irish and taunt Odo:::
<NthDoc1> ? ::Odo stumbles back, clutching his arm::
<IrishTCat> ?::Irish spits and grumbles:: Blech You taste bad .. 
<NthDoc1> ? ::Odo grabs a member of the crowd and holds her in front of him::
<Gimbel> # Ruined investors> ::follow Truman's lead, and jump from the railing one by one::
<IrishTCat> ?::Irish pauses:: Now you are cheating .. 
<Squinto> ? ::walks to concession stand and pulls himself a pint, watches Odo and Irish fight:: Wouldn't mind that one as a partner, no sir, not one bit
<NthDoc1> ?Odo>Don't move...or she dies!
<Gimbel> $ ::Enters Citadel::
<DRX> # :: The Doctor looks at Jacie sadly::: Gimbel is who we are here to see. He is one of the original Timelords. He knows what happened to Lora. When next we meet I intend to find out hat he knows. But for now, ;et's make sure the revolution is on schedule, shall we?
<Jacie> # ::cringes as crowd cheers the suicide of investors:: You're saying the people did this.
<IrishTCat> ? ::Irishs eyes fill with emerald fire:: LET HER GO!  
<NthDoc1> ?Odo>Leave here, and she will survive.
<Gimbel> $ ::Walks down deserted hallway:: Where are all my employees, the scumbags?
<Jacie> # With their greed and indifference, they made a world without compassion of any kind.
<NthDoc1> ?Hostage>Aah!  Help!
<DWGL> ? :::Green Lantern takes careful aim and with his slingshot, he shoots a smoke capsule right into Odo's mouth and down his throat::
<Gimbel> $ ::Enters Citadel Board Room, and sits in the chairman's seat::
<Squinto> ? :: Guard on floor tries to draw weapon and Squinto bops him with mug:::
<IrishTCat> ? ::Streams of energy swirl out of Irishs eyes and zap the hostage away teleporting her some where away from Odod :: 
<Jacie> # Then why did we bother, Doctor? Haven't we just traded one overlord for another?
<NthDoc1> ? ::Odo lurches back and clutches his throat.  He stumbles to the center of the circle and collapses to the ground.
<DRX> #Not just that, but the victims had a hand in it as well. Each hand forms the universe in some small way. Gimbel and Quatloo could get away with their crimes because the oppressed wouldn't protect themselves. Hopefully, our friend Green Lanter is solving that about now. Nice broadcast by Squinto, didn't you think?
<Gimbel> $ ::Turns on TV  Vid, and watches as fires burn in the city below::
<IrishTCat> ? ::Irish Roars triumphantly:: 
<NthDoc1> ? ::Odo stands up slowly, his back to Irish::
<Jacie> # Fine words, but do you think they can translate it into action?
<Squinto> ? Telekinetics? Wonder if he's ever been to the Casino Planet?
<Gimbel> $ ::Checks stock market screens and sees that the stock market has totally collapsed::
<NthDoc1> <Do your worst, Rob.>
<Jacie> # What's going to keep these people from turning into their oppressors?
<Gimbel> $ Troygon Corporation has lost 80% of it's value....
<IrishTCat> <<Odo is suppose to escape >> 
<NthDoc1> <...with major damage.>
<Jacie> # Look at them! See how they cheer their enemies' deaths?
<DWGL> <Squinto and the others will have to keep that from  happening, in reply to Jacie's question::
<DWGL> >
<DRX> # :: The Doctor smiles a little bit::: As usual, empathy. Without it, we see each other as monly so much chattel, with it the golden rule makes perfect sense ... because we identify with eachy other.
<Gimbel> $ ::Lights a cigarette and flips view screen to outside sidewalks::
<IrishTCat> ? ::Irish gestures at Odo and the green energy smashes into Odo causing major system crashes in his robotic body :: 
<DRX> <my typoes are horrendous tonight>
<DWGL> ? :::the crowd continues to cheer on Irish and boo Odo:::
<Jacie> # And who's going to teach them to care again. Not just for themselves but those weaker.
<Gimbel> $ ::Sees lousy gaspers breathing free air, and entertains brief thoughts of murdering Odo....but then can you murder a bucket of bolts like Odo?
<NthDoc1> ? ::streaks of electricity flow across the howling Odo.  He flees as fast as his limping body will take him::
<Jacie> <No prob Tuna>
<DWGL> ? Three cheers for Irish!
<IrishTCat> ?I win ..  ::Irish says before falling to ground and shrinking back to normal cat size:: 
<DWGL> ? crowd> Hip Hip Hooray!!
<Jacie> <Hope you don't mind my moral query. Jacie is questioning things in my mind, I think.>
<NthDoc1> $ ::A bucket of bolts like Odo pounds on the board room door::
<DWGL> ? crowd> Hip HIp Hooray!!
<DRX> #We learn that, Jacie, we are rarely taught it. Hopefully these hard experiences will teach them to avoid the bad habits of their oppressors.
<DWGL> ? crowd> Hip Hip Hooray!!
<Squinto> <I still hold the record as teh worst at a keyboard since Susan Dey was a Partridge :)  >
<Gimbel> $ ::Takes a slow drag on the cigarette and laughs softly:: What to do now? What to do now?
<NthDoc1> $Odo>Chairman Gimbel!  Let me in!
<Gimbel> $ ::Is startled from introspection to see Odo in front of him::
<DWGL> ? What we need now is a victory march on the Great Square!
<Jacie> # ::glance pauses on a raggedy dead form blocking an alley nearby:: 
<Gimbel> $ ::Pushes button and lets Odo in::
<IrishTCat> ?::Irish wakes up slowly:: What happened ? I can't remember anything after all chaos started in the place .. 
<DRX> # :: The Doctor points down a main street::: I expect them to be gathering in the Central Square in front of the Troygon Citadel. Good place to consumate a revolution.
<Gimbel> $ You look a sight, Odo. What in the hell happened out there today?
<NthDoc1> $ ::Odo stumbles in, and collapses on the ground in front of the chairman--a pathetic bucket of bolts and blood::
<DRX> % = Central Square in front of the Citadel of Troygon
<DWGL> ? :::to Irish::: You defeated the obstreporous Odo!
<Squinto> ? Good idea GL, hey Toothy go grab the equipment for a nice bit of speechifying
<Gimbel> $ ::Idoly prods Odo with one foot:: I ought to kill you, you know...
<IrishTCat> ?Did I ?  I dont remember that .. 
<NthDoc1> $Odo> *cough* The cat creature...Green Lantern...gaspers... *cough* systems...failing...
<DWGL> ? :::Green Lantern leaves his Green Gang in charge of the Central Air Terminal:::
<NthDoc1> $Odo I should not have lost!
<DWGL> ? ::the rest of the crowd forms up lines for the victory march:::
<Gimbel> $ ::Laughs cruely:: Had  a dose of your own medicine, Huh?
<Jacie> # ::closes eyes briefly then opens then and turns to follow Doctor into citadel center::
<Gimbel> $ ::Cold voice:: You're right, you shouldn't have, Odo. You failed me.
<NthDoc1> $Odo> This is no time for jokes, Chairman!  I have been shamed!  We should be out there taking back what is ours!
<Squinto> # Test. Test. ::Loud squelch::
<Jacie> ? ::enters citadel square sidestepping the incoming victory march::
<Gimbel> $ ::Walks off a bit:: Yes, you're right again...but I think there is more to this than we know.
<DRX> % = Central Square
<Jacie> <Oh, are we ? or # for citadel?>
<IrishTCat> <<<Now I am lost >> 
<Gimbel> $ I can not prove it , but I think John Smith had something to do with this.
<Aggedor> <not the only one>
<NthDoc1> $Odo> Primary systems shutting down...diverting all power to voice control.
<DWGL> % :::the crowds march victoriously to the Central Square:::
<DRX> <Very good David>
<Squinto> <% was out-of-town streets>
<Jacie> <Ending has Doctor, Jacie, meeting Lantern, Irish and Squinto for victor speech in Citadel>
<Gimbel> $ ::Sees Odo's reserve power light flashing and returns to his side::
<NthDoc1> $Odo>Chairman Gimbel, please help me...so that I may take back our streets!
<DRX> <FAST FORWARD TO SCENE IN CENTRAL SQUARE>
<DRX> <I will ise whatever symbol people wish>
<Gimbel> $ ::Lays hand on Odo's shoulder:: I swear to you, faithful servant, that we will take back what is ours and have our revenge 
<Squinto> % People! The Troyon tyranny is over!
<DWGL> <thanks Tuna:-)>
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish pounces on Maker meowing softly:: 
<Gimbel> $ On all of them !
<DWGL> <I think we will use %>
<DRX> <Central Square in front of Citadel = site of speech>
<Squinto> % Now the workers will control the means of production and rule themselves! ::cheers::;
<IrishTCat> % I am tired Maker and am going to nap in your pocket .. 
<Jacie> % ::Jacie sighs relief when she sees everyone safe and sound on stage, Irish hamming it up of course::
<NthDoc1> $Odo> Very good, my Chairman...diverting all power to reconstruction systems.  Estimated repair time :slowed: seven daaaaays...
<DWGL> % :::Green Lantern gives a little wave to the Doctor and his companions:::
<DRX> %:: The Doctor strolls in with Jacie as more and more celebrating workers arrive. Squinto's operatives are just tuning up the sound system. People begin spontaneously dancing and bretahing like millionaires.:::
<NthDoc1> $ ::Odo slumps lifeless to the ground::
<Jacie> % Had enough catn-mouse games today, Irish?
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish jumps in Makers pocket and goes to sleep only his green tail sticking out:: 
<Gimbel> $Very good, Odo, you repair yourself  ::Closes Odo's metal eyelids::
<NthDoc1> <Pause Odo>
<Squinto> % None of this could have happened without help. ladies! Gentlemen! The man... No, the LEGEND.... THE GREEN LANTERN!  :::backs off clapping::
<DRX> %:: The Doctor mounts the stage and stands at the rear, acknowledging GL & Squinto, who are the people's idols for what has happened.:::
<Jacie> # ::tugs on Irish's tail so he won't miss the speech::
<Gimbel> $ ::Throws cigarette to the ground and smushes it:: Now for my revenge! ::Exits room::
<Gimbel> <Pause Gimble>
<IrishTCat> % ::smacks Jacie with paw and goes back into pocket:: 
<DRX> %:: The Doctor smiles and mutters::: So heady and vitalizing, the feeling of freedom.
<DWGL> % ::Green Lantern steps out onto the stage, hood thrown back, masked visage smiling at the happy crowds:::
<Jacie> % ::rolls eyes at Irish, but maintains her serene public smile::
<DRX> %:: The Doctor applauds for Green Lantern.::
<NthDoc1> <Oh, look...Letterman is opening on Survivor jokes...how original.>
<IrishTCat> <<Pause Irish>> 
<Jacie> % ::smile slightly dulls to curiosity, watches Lantern and Doctor in turn:::
<Squinto> <I still can't believe that the show isn't a joke>
<Jacie> % ::sees admiration in Doctor's eyes::
<DWGL> % Thank you very much.  I am ever glad to do my part to free those crushed by tyranny!
<DWGL> % But let me introduce to you the one who, without the help of him and his friends, we could not have succeeded.
<DRX> %:: The Doctor whispers::: Get ready to make a getaway, I sense an embarrassing speech opportunity coming up I'd rather avoid.
<Squinto> % ::Cues his men to start cheering::
<Jacie> % ::whispers back:: Don't you want to say goodbye to your 8old friend*?
<Jacie> <*old friend*>
<DWGL> % He is a wanderer, a man of good heart who cannot stand idly by as innocents suffer.
<DRX> %:: The Doctor motions for Irish and Jacie to follow him off stage, and they melt into the crowd.:::
<DWGL> % He has helped countless numbers of people thru the ages.
<DRX> %:: The Doctor whispers::: That time has not yet come ... we are off to th TARDIS...
<IrishTCat> <<Ummm Alfred    Irish is in yon Doctors pocket >> 
<DWGL> % And on this day he has helped you gain your freedom!
<NthDoc1> <Jimmy Carter, ladies and gentlemen!>
<Squinto> % Clappingloudly turns towards where the Doctor was and sees no one::
<DRX> %:: The Doctor pets Irish softly in his pocket:::
<DWGL> % Join me now in greeting...the Doctor!
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish purrs in his sleep :: 
<DRX> <Pause Dr>
<Squinto> <Jimmy who?  :)  >
<DWGL> % :::everyone looks around but sees no sign of the Doctor and his companions::::
<IrishTCat> <<RePause Irish >> 
<DWGL> % ::Green Lantern sighs theatrically and chuckles to the crowd:::
<Squinto> <Where is taht masked man?>
<Jacie> % ::jacie pauses at alley corner for one last curious glimpse of the Lantern::
<Squinto> <pause Squinto>
<DWGL> % Alas, it was ever thus.  The man has no wish for reward.  He has already left, out into the universe, to help others in need.
<Squinto> <Hiyo, TARDIS>
<DWGL> % But we will remember him, and praise the name of...The Doctor!
<DWGL> % :::Leads the crowd in mad applause:::
<IrishTCat> <<Make sure to build a statue of Irish that can eat pidgeons ;) >> 
<DWGL> % And now, let us celebrate this, the day of our liberation!
<Squinto> <lol>
<DWGL> % Free air for all!!
<Jacie> % ::stays one moment more to take in Lantern's knowing speech then disappears after her friends::
<Jacie> <pause Jacie>
<DWGL> % :::Green Lantern leads the cheering, making sure to include Squinto and his friends in the crowds appreciation:::
<DWGL> <pause Green Lantern>
<Jacie> <<PAUSE SIM>>
<Jacie> <<CUT AND PRINT>> 
<DWGL> <<<PAUSE SIM>>>
<DWGL> <<<CUT AND PRINT>>>
<Jacie> LOL GMTA
<DRX> <In part 4, the conclusion, Gimbel tris to destroy the planet, Green Lantern is revealed as ex-Senartor Delmin who must decide whether to give his life to stop Troygon, and the mystery of Lora's death is revealed as the Doctor confronts Gimbel for who he really is. >
<DWGL> <hee hee>
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<Jacie> Cool!
<Jacie> Bravo, gang!Q
<NthDoc1> Groovy show, everyone.
<Gimbel> Sorry not so good on stock market speak tonight, didn't quite know what to do with mystery of who Gimbel really was...sorry Tuna!
<DWGL> Hurray!!
<IrishTCat> Night everyone  You did a good job .. 
<Cody> Wow
<DWGL> Night Rob!
<Aggedor> Is America on Daylight savings time?
<DRX> Excellent job, crew. You did a great job, Mary.
<DWGL> yes it is
<Cody> Cu tomorrow Rob
<Jacie> You did great mary. I loved interacting with quatloo.
<NthDoc1> I don't suppose anyone wants to join a Fantasy Television League... ;-)
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<Aggedor> Well, I have school as of next week, so I can't come.
<Jacie> My moral dilemma has given me a new insight into Jacie too. I like that.
<Cody> when, where and how?
<DWGL> sorry, glad you could make it this week Aggedor
<Gimbel> It was fun, I am rusty but it is coming back
<Aggedor> Middle of the afternoon over here
<Jacie> Oh no Aggedor. Where are you exactly?
<NthDoc1> Just give me your e-mail, and I'll give you details.
<DRX> I am so glad to see you all here, and hope to see you all again next week and after that. I was wondering for a while whether part 3 would ever be played, but it was done very well by all.
<Cody> u21@webtv.net
<Aggedor> Australia
<DWGL> thanks to your wonderful script, tuna
<Jacie> The sim that just wouldn't die.
<NthDoc1> gotcha.
<Gimbel> Got to get to bed, it is almost midnight here, and I have to rise at 5:45 AM, grr...
<DWGL> will be here next week, tuna
<Gimbel> See ya next week
<DWGL> night mary!
<Gimbel> ::Waves bye::
<DRX> Adios all. Thanks for finding time for us Mary.
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<NthDoc1> Bye!
<DWGL> Night Tuna!
<NthDoc1> As soon as I can get enough people, we'll get started.
<Jacie> Ah, she;s gone.
<DRX> I'm outtsa here as well. Evening, all.
<Cody> Australia, cool
<DWGL> Night Chris cody Jacie Aggedor
<NthDoc1> Nite
<Cody> Nite Tuna
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<Jacie> Ooh, an Aussie! Glad to have you with us Aggedor.
<Cody> Rescue Brogan tomorrow?
<Aggedor> It is at the moment
<Cody> In the 90's here in Georgia
<Jacie> Sorry we conflict with your schooltime. What time is it there exactly?
<NthDoc1> How long you been watching the show, Aggedor?
<Jacie> Um, yeah, rescue or at least in search of Brogan.
<Jacie> She's gonna be her evil self - Enigma Queen.
<Aggedor> at the moment it is 1:55pm
<Aggedor> Middle of period 5
<Jacie> David can't make it tomorrow, so no hubby reunion for her.
<Cody> cool
<Jacie> Which day?
<Jacie> Wed or Thurs?
<Cody> Seduced by the Dark Side , eh
<Aggedor> Thursday
<NthDoc1> Until we meet again, folks.
<Jacie> And then some. I like Enigma Queen, she's a psychic vampire.
<NthDoc1> G'night!
<Jacie> Wow, and you found us on the right day and night. I'm impressed.
<Cody> oh a politician huh
<Jacie> I wish we were more time convenient for you.
<Aggedor> Not that hard with a time converter.
<Jacie> The Time Trap isn't any better. That's 7pm EST. Morning your time.
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<Cody> There's a Sunday MA sim at 4EST on Sunday
<Jacie> And I bet the Sunday MA group is middle of the night for you. That's 4pm EST.
<Aggedor> That's 6:30 in the morning
<Jacie> Eeek, that's early.
<Cody> arrgghhh
<Jacie> I wish we could do a saturday sim, but we have people who work Saturdays.
<Aggedor> yeah, i Kno, i tried to get up but i fell back to sleep
<Jacie> LOL
<Cody> Blasted reality  :)
<Jacie> Someday I'll pull it together. Like a saturday improv game?
<Aggedor> It would be Sunday before i couldl join in, unless you start it a 6:30 over there.,
<Jacie> Well, I assume if we did a Saturday time we could pick a time convenient for all.
<Jacie> How many hours are you off Greenwich Mean Time?
<Aggedor> Yeah, it'll be good.
<Cody> Actually the're talking about making earlier as there are players inthe UK
<Jacie> EST is +5 hours GMT
<Jacie> That 4pm Sunday game is 9pm UK time.

Session Time: Thu Jul 06 00:00:00 2000

<Aggedor> +10 from GMT for me
<Aggedor> Melbourne time sucks!
<Jacie> Hmmm,....
<Jacie> Gosh, maybe we need a game for one side of the world and another for another.
<Aggedor> Naa, you meet more friends this way.
<Cody> The other week with TL in Hawaii and Slarty in UK we were in 11 time zone spread
<Jacie> It's crazy.
<Cody> I think it's wonderful
<Jacie> the 7pm Thurs game was originally for everyone, but no UKers could come weeknights.
<Jacie> i wouldn't mind pushing that game back a few hours.
<Jacie> And my Sat daytime is pretty much barren.
<Jacie> But Sunday is family day. ::sigh::
<Cody> Another sim for Saturday?  ::grin::::
<Jacie> I couldn't do another big Time Trap tho. It's hard enough coming up with rooms.
<Jacie> But if we did a biweekly thing maybe?
<Cody> Id allotment or ideas?
<Jacie> Improv stories?
<Aggedor> may work
<Jacie> We can talk all we want but it's more fun to play something.
<Jacie> Improv's work best because there's little plotting.
<Aggedor> true
<Aggedor> And it allows people to stretch the imagination
<Jacie> Question is what premise do we use? We have an MA, NA and companions Time Trap.
<Jacie> Maybe we should do like a reality-based sim show. Invite stars from other sims for one-off games?
<Aggedor> Time Vortex
<Cody> HRRUMMPP, there is my fav...UNIT
<Jacie> Have like theToymaker or some other evil celestial ruler be the master of cermonies.
<Jacie> CHallenges to overcome. Maybe a Q society thing? UNIT gets plopped into a premise, then a doctor's crew.
<Cody> There's always crossovers
<Jacie> Dark Matrix games?
<Jacie> Alter-reality?
<Jacie> Whatever. I like Time vortex for a name.
<Cody> Ace Rimmer saves UNIT from the baddies
<Aggedor> with the help of the Starbug crew
<Jacie> "Come get dropped into the Time Vortex, the black hole of Doctor who in cyberspace"
<Cody> of course  :)
<Aggedor> lol
<Cody> Sounds like a plan Jen
<Jacie> We could try a once a month thing. See if it flies or dies.
<Jacie> But what time?
<Jacie> What are good times for you Aggedor?
<Aggedor> anything after 4pm and befor 1:30am over here
<Cody> That would be what 2am to 11:30am EST?
<Aggedor> Probably
<Aggedor> If it's 9pm over here, it's about 6am there
<Jacie> So 9am is 12am (midnight) there?
<Aggedor> or yu could do it when it's about 7am-8am, before i get on the bus
<Jacie> This is Saturday, mind you. That would be Sunday your time.
<Jacie> <head spins from time conversions>
<Cody> :::Time circuits blow and I start singing "Daisy, Daisy.."::
<Aggedor> about that, yeah.
<Jacie> Are you on a bus Sunday morning?
<Jacie> School Sunday too?
<Cody> Sunday School  :)
<Aggedor> No, Hockey or Cricket in the mornings.
<Jacie> Ok, now this gets wonky. Au is +10 hrs GMT. midnight GMT is 10am AU and 7pm EST?
<Aggedor> On sunday's you could get away with anytime after 9am over here
<Aggedor> sound's about right
<Jacie> So if a game was say 6pm EST Sat, that'd be 11pm UK sat and 9am AU Sunday?
<Cody> What time is it in Australia now?
<Aggedor> I'd probably be able to get there, but it may clash with Hockey or Cricket
<Cody> It's 0023 Thursday here
<Aggedor> nearly 2:30pm
<Jacie> Well, our only choices are to either do early Sat EST (like 9am) so it's 2pm UK and then midnight Sat AU?
<Aggedor> Well, your in for a loveley day
<Cody> SO Australia is 14 hours ahead of EST
<Jacie> EST is -5 hrs UK. I had it backward.
<Aggedor> yes.
<Jacie> We're 12am here and UK is just getting up at 5am.
<Aggedor> Midnight I can do.
<Jacie> Only trouble is if we do that we wipe out the America side.
<Jacie> 9am EST is 8am Chicago time, 7am Colorado, 6am Seattle and middle of the night for Hawaii.
<Cody> So 1000 Saturday here would be midnight in Australia and 1500 in UK?
<Jacie> Don't go throwing military time at me. my brain's already overloaded, thank you. :)
<Jacie> next you'll be doing Celcius, right?
<Cody> Thought it would be easier than also trying to keep am and pm straight
<Aggedor> We use Celcius. Metric measuring rules.
<Jacie> I think that's why I always read +5 hrs GMT. It's a difference of 5 hrs. Sun rises earliest to the east so UK gets to sunrise faster then the US.
<Jacie> Trouble with Australia is that International Date Line.
<Jacie> Although I wouldn't mind living on it. 
<Cody> But with Australia you get the INternational Dateline thrown in as well
<Jacie> You get to repeat yesterday.
<Jacie> or jump to tomorrow.
<Cody> OOps,oh welll , great minds  :)
<Jacie> LOL
<Aggedor> Jump to tomorrow if you came here
<Jacie> LOL
<Jacie> Wish you were here, oh you were.
<Aggedor> lol
<Cody> I guess get Aggedor available local times and then set down with a time chart and work things out
<Jacie> I think the later Sat time early Sun would be better.
<Jacie> Maybe we simply have to resign ourselves to some people not being able to come.
<Jacie> MA has a UK-friendly time so maybe Sat should be for Us-Aussie friendly times?
<Cody> or build a real TARDIS  :0
<Aggedor> Ma sim is at ^:30 am
<Aggedor> 6:30am
<Jacie> Yeah, MA sim has yucky times for AU.
<Jacie> But they work for the UKers.
<Aggedor> I noticed.
<Jacie> Not me. I'm never free on Sun.
<Cody> Heck last week there was a real mix up because of central and eastern times
<Cody> Ah, at last f I found benefits to being housebound  lol
<Jacie> Myabe we should just ask around a bit. See who'd want to come.
<Aggedor> I'm free anytime, except t sparrow fart in the morning.
<Cody> yep, see what times we have to work with
<Jacie> Just an idea. I tend to have lots of them.
<Jacie> TLady and steve are MIA this week so we won't get full hours from everyone.
<Cody> Can putout feelers tomorrow and I'll ask Sunday if you like
<Jacie> The only question I wonder is what format do we use?
<Cody> oopps, I mean later today
<Cody> Aggdor do you know OnChat?
<Jacie> Here we can do easy game logs, but it's not very wowing.
<Aggedor> no.
<Jacie> OnChat has the wow factor but logging and keeping track of it is a pain.
<Jacie> Plus OnChat is big time Java overhead.
<Jacie> This is easier for all to play.
<Cody> It requires Java but you have avatars and graphic rooms
<Jacie> I really wish we could do voice chat.
<Aggedor> You can get a private room at MSN. It works well.
<Cody> I have voice
<Jacie> We have a private text room here.
<Aggedor> I Don't.
<Cody> A mike is only $5 at Office Supply
<Jacie> You know I did see some free voice chat rooms. Just not certain my modem supports it.
<Jacie> Nor bandwidth. That may be a year or two off before we have a viable voice chat.
<Jacie> Cody, have you tried sending voice over the net?
<Aggedor> I got a microphone, it's just not compatiable with my modem.
<Jacie> Yeah, that's what I meant Aggedor. I only have a Fax/data modem too.
<Cody> I've voice chatted on Yahoo but I don't know if you can get private rooms or not
<Jacie> You need a voice/fax/data modem.
<Aggedor> you can at yahoo.
<Cody> Then mIRC it is then?
<Jacie> Well you can start a club at Yahoo.
<Jacie> In fact I did for the whosims, eons ago.
<Jacie> maybe that room has voice chat?
<Cody> but yawl can't do voice right?
<Aggedor> Nope, I can't.
<Jacie> I don't know.
<Cody> well then
<Jacie> I have to look into it.
<Cody> Try text chat for starters then
<Jacie> Maybe it's just enough to have a one-off theme.
<Aggedor> at yahoo?
<Jacie> Like that tournament of the Dark matrix.
<Jacie> No, the game would be here.
<Jacie> This is the whosim's text chat room.
<Aggedor> Ok.
<Jacie> On OnChat we have our graphical chat games.
<Cody> And everyone knows how to get here :)
<Jacie> We have special graphical rooms setup for that.
<Jacie> Go to http://www.whosim.org/vchat.html to see it all.
<Jacie> It's called the Time Trap Bar & Worlds.
<Aggedor> Saw it on my way in here.
<Jacie> Check it out sometime. It's got a lot of neat things to explore.
<Aggedor> I will then
<Jacie> We try to have adventures there weekly. There's about 6-7 of us who gather regularly to act out stories.
<Cody> bios and logs can keep you busy a good while
<Jacie> None as scripted as these NA games, so it's a guessing game as to where we'll end up.
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<Cody> BTW is the old console room still about somewhere?
<Jacie> Ah there ya are.
<Cody> re-hi
<Jacie> Yup. Just click on the floating TARDIS on the matrix screen behind the bar.
<Aggedor> Computer's dodgy.
<Jacie> The TARDIS is right there.
<Jacie> I still don't have a wardrobe image though. :(
<Cody> I mean the old dish walled one
<Jacie> I want to do some costume parties.
<Jacie> Oh, the 5th Doctor's console?
<Cody> yep
<Jacie> No, I replaced that with the 10ths. Still have the graphic tho.
<Jacie> UNIT is all the same.
<Jacie> And I don't think I've touched Gallifrey in a while.
<Cody> I like the 10th's but would like the old one to be around somewhere
<Jacie> Someday, i keep promising myself, I'll get a proper grid together.
<Jacie> Trouble is I keep changing it for the weekly games.
<Cody> In trying to build rooms I found there are 2 different versions of the 10th's console room
<Jacie> I created then deleted some and recreated.
<Cody> Thet are the same except for where they link
<Jacie> OnChat doesn't seem to want to forget tho it will only let me have 3 rooms at a time.
<Jacie> I kinda went room happy for a time.
<Cody> I've made some extra id for OnChat if you need extra rooms
Session Close: Thu Jul 06 00:52:57 2000