Session Start: Wed Sep 29 21:37:01 1999 * Logging #whosim to 'menfret3.log' Session Close: Wed Sep 29 21:43:07 1999 Session Start: Wed Sep 29 21:45:07 1999 * Logging #whosim to 'menfret3.log' *** JenK is now known as Jacie *** Jacie is now known as JenK *** JenK is now known as Jacie *** IrishTCat has joined #WhoSim *** ChanServ sets mode: +o IrishTCat * IrishTCat waves hello at Jacie Hi Rob! How's may favorite green feline? Its still raining .. 8^( I heard that. Are you getting flooded? *** Doctor has joined #whosim Hi Tuna! Man it's been a bit. I forgot how to op people. Just a sec *pow* Now I'm feeling unpopolar with newnet. It won't let me op. :( How are you Tuna? Where are you? brb. I'm gonna try another newnet server. *** Disconnected Session Close: Wed Sep 29 22:03:09 1999 Session Start: Wed Sep 29 22:04:44 1999 * Logging #whosim to 'menfret3.log' Hi David! Hi Jen!! Hi everyone! Hello David . Hi Rob! Hi Tuna! Helo to everyone. I come to you live tonight from beautiful Clark Street overlooking beautiful Lake Champlain, happily here in my home, the Sky Cave. So did you guys see the bio mail I sent out about Jacie? how does the script look? I hope Ruth doesn't hate the changes I made *** NicoLazar has joined #Whosim Yippee!! It looks fine to me. Nothing like Home Sweet Home, eh Tuna? Hi Ruth! Hello Ruth. Good to see you. Yes I did, Jen *** AlxKeegan sets mode: +o NicoLazar I loved the changes. What did you think Ruth? Hi folks About Menfret's script Hi Ruth Looks good so far. :::looks pleadingly over at Ruth, hoping for a positive response:::: Cool. I'm loving this whole legend of the lost star. *** u21 has joined #whosim I said it was fine, David, really. I thought I was the crystal tuna. BTW David do we have a finished story for after Menfret? Hi Cody! i everybody LOL T hi thanks Ruth, sorry, didn't get your first response till after I typed mine Hi Cody! With a New York accent maybe, Tuna. Then I thought you were king of the sea Actually, Jen, the legend of the Lost Star came from a scifi book called "The Gypsy Star" - I forget who wrote it - Silverburg, maybe *** JenK sets mode: +o u21 *** u21 has left #whosim Have you been working on a script, Tuna? I thought you had some ideas in the mix but didn't get a chance to talk to you about it. All good ideas were inspired somewhere. I have an idea for a cycle of stories, I eill send out the idea this week, hopefully. While I am scripting the first and last parts, I need a few spots filled in with story ideas. Anyway, more later. It reminds me a bit of the Key To Time but with a new twist. I like that. Good Tuna. Cody has some ideas too and so do Ruth and David. We could do an improv next week, then start new stuff the week after I think we all need to share them and get together on our planning, Ideas ? *** u21 has joined #whosim Re-hi Maybe Tuna and I can braid our "arcs" together. WB Cody Silverberg wrote it Ruth wb Cody If Jacie joins the crew I could do up one of the two stories I got in mind. The Doc is slowly remembering what happened to Lora, as the clone of Rassilon lifted some of the memory blocks he had. He can remember a few Timelords who were there, and he seeks them out one by one. Some on Gallifrey, some hidden in the corners of space and time, and all with a bit of the puzzle of how Lora was killed and why the Doctor and Susan left Gallifrey. Hello Cody cool Like maybe Cody and I could do that Peladon story. (If you're up to it Cody?> I thought so Rob, have you picked up the new Doctor Who novels? I'lltry Which ones ? *** AlxKeegan sets mode: +o u21 Interference, books 1 and 2 Cool Tuna. You and Cody should exchange ideas on that. Each ancient Timelord they find is also part of an adventure they have. Universally distributed ancient Timelords can get up to a heap of trouble. Remember to cc him at u21@webtv And, Doc, as he seeks his puzzle he finds himself crossing paths with a certain STiG on a quest of his won.. own Cool, I will do that, Cody. I see six people and an adventure before us.... If not inbetween. Not yet David And Jacie is drawn into her own drama of remembering her past (her siblings murder) while she gets a lesson in timelord mixed morality. Sounds like we'll have a truly spiritually challenging arc going. it looks interesting, Rob Just what is the meaning of morality and life? 43, I thought. 42 LOL Oh, sorry, I was ever so close. How about we do a one night improv on that? Casting Call, everyone? Did you get to Western Union David ? <=== The Doctor (and other roles as needed) <===================Crystal Tuner Jeffrey "The answer my friend, is blowin in the wind..." Meet up with the Hitchhiker's cast on that planet with the refugees <==== Jacie <+++ Nico Lazarus and Floretta no Rob, didn't have the opportunity to today, with luck I'll remember tomorrow when I go out to get my haircut <<~~~~ Irish T(Boy it sure is lightninging here right now)Cat and yes I'm all set up to log, Jen:-) So that leaves Mel (Tuner Supervisor)? Any important parts missing? I can play that one myself again Or Cody might like to play it. if cody desires so to do, he may, of course:-) Cody, wanna be the disgruntled Mel? Sould I do anyting but get mad at tuner? Hey Cody, we are really glad to have you here with us. And be a helpless dependent computer gamer, that's all. get worried about how society will handle not having all the computer stuff they've been relying upon Tank you We most certainly are glad to have you with us, Cody Keep missing H OK, breaK A LEG! Complain about having no Yahtzee to play. That sort of thing. Have fun with it. Tetris. * JenK gets into costume *** JenK is now known as Jacie gonna roll the credits now, see you all on the other side:-) <> <> <> # = TARDIS $=STiG encampment *** AlxKeegan is now known as CyrsTuner # ::distractedly leans against console frowning at her bleeping time bracelet:: # ::thinks:: Why'd he just take off like that? # :: The Doctor places one of the crystals into a small polished wooden box with an LED panel on top of it.::: @=On Menfret #::Irish is cleaning Octoid slobber off of his fur with great disgust:: $::A song has started around the campfire. Hands clap time and voices join a ragged chorus. Not exactly in tune, but definately in spirit:: # Well Jacie, these are very nice crystals. I don't imagine you just happened upon them in some bargain bin. @:::Jeffrey continues to stare at the spot on the console where the Master Crystal used to reside::: # ::glances over at what Doctor's doing with only half a care:: What? # :: The Doctor pets Irish::: Very nice crystals indeed. $::The chorus dies to a startled shriek as a figure pops into the middle of the circle:: # Oh, those. Their just baubles. Uncle Nico said... there his find. >Mel@ :::pacing in office:: # :: The Doctor smiles wryly:: I mean, you just don't grow these overnight like so many sea monkeys poured from an envelope. You must have bargained long and hard for these. # ::under breath:: Or conned for them. # Blech I say .. ::spits out loose fur:: # :: The Doctor turns back to the small poliches wooden box, which is now blinking as its LED readout scrolls::: # ::shrugs at Doctor:: I wouldn't know. $::Nico lands in the fire:: OW! drat! You *moved* it! YOW! ::bounces around smoking until helpfully put out by a water bucket:: # Aha, not normal crystals, yes indeed. # :: The Doctor opens the top of the box, takes out the crystal, and looks back at the top of the box.::: @:::he ignores at first the muttering noises coming from the comlink in his hand::: # ::curious:: What is that thing? ::points to box:: $::Nico:: Ah! Thank you my friends! ::Wrings out pieces of clothing:: @::His mind struggles to comprehend the loss of the Master Crystal::: $::Elder One:: Now what are you up to, Lazarus? $::Elder two:: Who's mad a you this time, Nico? @:::Part of him, however, has always expected something big like this to go wrong::: # :: The Doctor frowns at the message he has seen::: It is a Gnepterian Gem Evaluator. Great lapidarians and gemologists, the Gnepterians. Many of them would spend their lives for a crystal like this! $::Nico:: I'm innocent! >Mel@:::Touches frozen screen as if tat can make the pieces move in her game:: # This isn't just any crystal, you know, it has unique properties found on only one planet. $::Circle erupts in hoots, laughter and catcalls. Innocent? Nico? Ha!:: # ::more curious, steps over to examine the results:: What properties? # It looks like it would be fun to knock around too. ::Irish finishes his abulations and jumps up on the console:: # :: The Doctor gestures at the other crystals::: If these are all the same, then there is quite a problem on Menfret. # But they're just trinkets my uncle said. Aren't they? $::Nico joins the laughter:: Well, my friends, and where is lovely Floretta?:: # ::scours results but the data is meaningless to her:: >Mel@::picks up com link::: Progress report! # :: The Doctor shakes his finger at Irish:: Now now, Irish, these aren't just another bauble. These are memory chips from the Mega-Computer on Menfret. $::Elder three:: Lovely *who*? $::More laughter:: @:::it registers on him that a voice is coming from the comlink::: # Memory chips? ::processes the info slowly:: @ What was that? $::The diginified fortune teller walks from her caravan. The laughter dies to embaressed giggles:: # Disused chips then? ::says hopefully:: My uncle never takes anything that could be missed. >Mel@ ave you found the crystal yet? # :: The Doctor sweeps the crystals into his hands:: Yes, I believe these are a related cybernetic-crystalline memory module. I need to be careful, each one is worth a million of the Library of Alexandria! $::Floretta:: I have been expecting you, Nico, come inside. # Hmmm They look like baubles to me . ::Irish touchs a crystal with his paw:: @ You expect me to have found the Master Crystal? >Mel@ ::staring at screen:: Well you lost it! $::Nico gathers his dampened dignity around him, raises his head high and follows Floretta into her caravan. @ Don't be ridiculous, Mel! The crystal didn't just grow legs and walk off. Someone took it! # :: The Doctor smiles::: Well, Irish, looks can be deceiving. These are complex memory storage and manipulation mechanisms, not just so much pressed coal. $::Elder One:: I wonder who's after him now? # ::Irishs fur stands straight up and he starts to glow a bit before removing his paw from the crystal:: @ It wasn't lost, either, it was stolen, that's the only explanation. $::Elder three:: Who indeed? >Mel@ YOU are the only one allowed down tere $::Ekder two:: Exactly. # I don't get it. If these crystals are worth that much why did my uncle want to sell them as talismans? <> # :: The Doctor walks over to the console:: We must speak to your Uncle Nico as soon as possible. This could be catastrophic or irrelevant based on WHEN he took them. I wonder, Jacie, if you could guide us to him? # Why sell them, indeed. This is one of the first questions we should ask him. @ So? I'm only the Crystal Tuner. The computers are in charge of security, and they obviously failed! # They still look like they would be fun to knock around though.. ::Irish catgrins at Maker before jumping up on the time rotor:: # He's time jumped, Doctor. He could be anywhere. # ::casts hesitant eye on bleeping time bracelet:: @ Look, Mel :::trying to calm her down some:::: Recriminations are useless. We have to plan for the future, not dwell upon the past. >Mel@:::Trying to compose herself:::The computers CAN'T fail! @ They are failing. More of them will fail. We have to learn to live without them. # :: The Doctor becomes serious and lowers his voice.:: Jacie, these crystals are extremely rare and extremely powerful. Your Uncle could be in danger because he doesn't know their true nature, he may have some of them. # We need to let him know what he has and what risks might await him. There are some races who would do anything to gain a few of these crystals ... the Crystals of Menfret. # ::bites lip:: Usually we travel together, for safety. He's never left me away from the caravan before unless... >Mel@ Fix it!::switces off com link, mutters to erself:: The computers can't fail # ::considers her uncle must be in real jeopardy:: @ ::stares at the silent comlink:: If only I could fix the problem. # :: The Doctor begins adjusting the controls:: I can guide the TARDIS to him. I mean him no harm. You might wish to rejoin him. @::::looks around the room, talking to himself::: # That's about the best taxi offer you are ever going to get, by the way. @ But I don't know how to make the crystals. Without the computers I can't gain the knowledge or use the necessary tools. >Mel@::::stroking screen:: e'll fix you, don't worry # ::shows bleeping time bracelet:: We're linked to the same temporal frequency. # I would rather have some multidimensional string than a dumb rock . ::Irish sighs loudly:: # :: The Doctor examines the bracelet:: Very good. I should be able to tap into this. May I? >Mel @ :::sits and starts looking tru handbooks:: @ :::sighs to himself::: I guess I'd better make my way to the surface. Try to organize people, help them fend for themselves. # ::hesitates a moment more than hands her bracelet to Doctor:: I trust you Doctor. # ::under breath:: For now. # See, Irish, how trustworthy I am? Finally, someone who really appreciates me. //sarcasm// @:::Jeffrey slips the comlink into a pockedt in his vest::: # ::Irish knocks one of the dumb rocks off the console with his tail and then looks completely innocent:: @ :::He looks around, then sighs again, feeling a heavy burden settle upon his shoulders:: # ::watches Doctor like a nervous hawk:: >Mel@:::to either computer or herself(even se isn't sure)::Everyting will be all right # :: The Doctor interfaces a small wire into the bracelet and sticks it into a tiny hole in the console board.:: # ::catches crystal before it hits ground and smirks at Irish as she puts it back:: @ First, I think I'll take a nap. I could use one, after a day like this, and I'll need plenty of strength for the long climb to the surface. # :: The Doctor pulls the bracelet away and hands it back to Jacie.::: Thank you, I can imagine how difficult that was. $::Nico comes out of Floretta's caravan, whistling. Helps himself to a bowl of stew and begins to swap tales:: # Its because you are too nosy Maker .. And you arent cute like a certain feline. More people would trust you if you looked like me.. # ::snatches up the bracelet and quickly puts it back on her naked wrist:: #::: A retro-looking monitor comes down with coordinates on it, the time rotor begins to throb and move up and down, and the TARDIS is on its way, through the intersticial vortex on to a new location.::: @:::Jeffrey picks himself a spot out and curls up next to a control panel::: # My uncle taught me our bracelets were our lifeline to freedom. >Mel@ :::startsto weep as she reads that all correction procedures refer to self repair programs:: @:::his breathing slows as he slips into a dreamless slumber::: $::Nico:: and I said to her, "really, my dear, that isn't your color:: STiGs laugh:: # Time bracelets are a lot faster than these old TARDISes aren't they? # :: The Doctor smiles at Irish::: Really, I'm not sure I would look good in green fur. Besides, being too cute can be a problem. Go back to dealing with that ocotopoid mucous on your fur if you want to. # My mother said a mouse under claw was better than chasing earth worms that get up to early .. <$> # :: The Doctor smiles::: And Trouble was a very wise cat! # Yuck .. She was worse than the Slug.. $ ::: The TARDIS materializes near the STIG encampment.::: $::starts up at a familiar wheezing sound:: Oh, my, excuse me all. ::Dives back into Floretta's van:: # :: The Doctor moves towards the door::: Well, he should be within a few hundred feet of here. Not bad given the current size of the universe. $::The circle watches warily:: # ::sees a familiar landscape on the viewscreen:: The caravan. # ::beats Doctor to the door:: You better let me lead. $ :: The Doctor steps out of the TARDIS and gets his bearings.::: $::Elder two to Elder one:: Just as you, said - who's after him now. $ ::Irish looks warily around for octoids before stepping out of the Tardis :: $::steps over Irish to get ahead of Doctor as several gypsies stand up on alert:: $ :: The Doctor stands next to Jacie as they emerge from the TARDIS. They are in a small clearing where a fire is burning with a caravan parked nearby. They see figures against the fire.::: $::Elder One:: comes over and bows deeply:: Welcome, traveller to our humble fire. How may we assist you? $ ::steps in front of Doctor, whispers back:: You're an outsider. Let me talk to them. $::Bright eyes study their every move:: $ :: The Doctor holds up his left hand in a STIG peace sign.:: We come to warm by your fire, not put it out. $ ::to elder:: They were just giving me a lift. I got separated from Nico. Is he here? <> $::Elder One:: A warm heart is always welcome. Nico? He's with the clan chiefs and cannot be disturbed just yet.:: $ ::heaves silent sigh of relief her uncle is here:: $::Floretta comes out of her van:: Jacie? Child is that you? $ :: The Doctor realizes that STIG society is very private and very closed, so he had better shut up. For once, he takes this good advice.::: $ ::smiles:: Floretta! <> $::Floretta moves through the crowd:: I knew you were coming here, child. And so, this is the famous Doctor? $ :: The Doctor bows:: Your humble servant, Mam. $ Maker is famous ? ::Irish swishes his tail in amusement:: $ ::lets Floretta embrace her hands and nods to Doctor:: Yes, he gave me a lift back in his TARDIS. $ My Uncle and I were separated on MallWorld by some security guards. $ Did he tell you anything? $::Floretta:: Come in, come in both of you. I shall fix you a cup of tea while you wait. $ I'm sure he must be looking for me. ::looks around:: Where is he, exactly? $::Floretta:: No, child, but I think I must tell *you* something. $ The Doctor can have tea. I'm sure the elders won't mind if I just check in with Nico-- $ ::halts:: Tell me what? $::Floretta:: Come inside. $ ::gnashes teeth quelling a nagging suspicion:: $ ::Irish is content to be ignored for a bit after his last admirer:: $ :: The Doctor takes a seat and is curious about STIG tea. He has heard stories...::: $ ::reluctantly is steered into Floretta's wagon:: $::As they enter the caravan, the curtains at the window on the back wall are strangely askew compaired to the neat interior - almost as if someone might have dove through them..." $ :: The Doctor takes a look at the tea tray. Puts a bit of milk into a spare saucer and lowers it to the floor.::: $ ::Irish is sitting outside just enjoying being left alone:: $ ::refuses to sit, standing in front of the entrance arms crossed:: $ :: The Doctor is still trying to keep quiet and just listen.:: $::Floretta tidies the curtains and takes a kettle from the tiny heater.:: $ :: The Doctor pours tea while he watches Jacie and Floretta face off. He likes Jacie's spirit.:: >Mel@ :::Drops handbook and stares at the frozen screen::: And all I needed was another Star card to make a Golden Spirial.... $::Floretta:: Sit child, please. $ I'm not in the mood to sit. What did you mean outside? $ What is going on with my uncle? $ :: The Doctor clears his throat:: You see, I believe that the clever Nico has some very dangerous trade goods that he may not be aware of. I would very much like to warn him. @::In a wink, Nico appears in the control room at Menfret:: $ And you know what it means when a timelord gets on a STiG's path. $ What is Nico doing and why won't he tell me about it?! $::Floretta:: Your uncle is on a quest, child. I cannot tell you more until you sit downb. $ ::is struck by the power and mystery in Floretta's expression:: $ :: The Doctor sips his tea and sends a mental signal to Irish //milk in sancer//:: $ ::numbly sits next to Doctor and listens:: @::Nico:: ah, pretty, pretties. ::looks over the crystals:: Yes, exactly what I need - purest of the pure. $ ::Irish appears in the van as if by magik:: Milk Yummy .. ::slurps at the milk:: $::Floretta:: Once the gypsies were one people. We lived our lives and our ways without the laws and the hatred of the gadjo to sorrow us all under our bright and shining star. $ :: The Doctor's expression becomes somewhat troubled as he realizes that Irish just completed a non-mechanical transmat to the milk saucer.::: $ :: The Doctor listens to Floretta's tale:: @::Nico:: One-two-three-four-five-six-seven >Mel@ :::scrawl a star on a post-it and sticks it on the screen. Smiles weakly, softly says::There that's better. ::; Looks for where she put the com link:: $::Floretta:: But the star was lost - and the gypsies scattered with the winds through time and space. $ ::completely ignores the instantaneous transference of Irish onto table next to her tea:: @:::slowly, Jeffrey begins to stir from his nap::: >Mel@::beeps com link:: $ ::has heard the tale before but this time the legend begins to ring true:: @::Nico hears him stir:: Oopsies, tippy toe now. ::Places package on table:: Ta! ::poof, he's gone:: [[Actually hes under the table right next to the saucer of milk Jen ]] $::Floretta:: But one day, it is said, our star will be found. @:::Jeffrey comes awake abruptly, sitting up and looking around::: @ What was that? $::Floretta:: Seven singing crystals, purest of the pure will point the way to the lost and scattered map to the star. >Mel@ ::beeps again:: @::he doesn't see anyone unfamiliar in the dim emergency light:::: $ :: The Doctor politely and neatly sips his tea.::: @ Oh, what can she want now? :::irritated::: @:::activates his comlink, it takes much longer that the last time:::: $::Floretta:: When the map is assembled and exposed to the winds of time -- the Lost Star will be revealed and all gypsies will once more be as one. >Mel@ ::tyring to sound brave::Situation reprot ...please $ ::recites:: All the gypsies will return home. $ But it's just a fairy tale, isn't it? $ Gypsies have no real home. @ Systems are stabilized at the moment, but system collapse is inevitable without the Master Crystal. *** NicoLazar has quit IRC (Read error to NicoLazar[ABD4BFB5.ipt.aol.com]: Connection reset by peer) $ :: The Doctor nods his head :: Yes, I've never quite heard the story that way. But, I still think we ought to warn Nico as soon as possible. He most certainly has the wrong crystals. >Mel @ We must carryon, recommendations? $ :: The Doctor stands::: I'll just check on Nico's little pow wow, if you don't mind. $ We wander to survive. The Lost Star is just a dream, surely my uncle can't believe that. $ Floretta? ::appeals to old woman for answers:: @ I reccomend we immediately begin plans to survive without the computers. $ :: The Doctor ducks out of the caravan and moves towards the fire blazing in the night. Five shadowy figures are framed by the flames.::: $ To lose a whole star is rather careless .. Even for a bunch of humans .. @ Begin hoarding supplies, digging out whatever backup equipment we have, things like that. $ :: The Doctor bows to the figures :: I humbly approach those who I assume are the Elders. I come in peace. $ Floretta> I have told you what you asked, child. You must seek your own answers, in time. $ Elders> Yes, we know you, Doctor. @ I'll be topside as soon as I can climb my way up the emergency stairs. $ ::Irish licks his whiskers clean of milk:: >Mel @::Wants to cry, but doesn't::Organize whomever you can find and I'll try te same $ :: The Doctor smiles slightly::: I urgently need to share some important information with Nico Lazarus. @ Will do, Mel. Be careful. $ Elders> We spoke of matters which do not concern you, and then he left. As our people are known to do... >Mel@:::smiles::::Tank you...and good luck @:::Jeffrey nods once to himself, then deactivates the comlink:::: $ Doctor> Yes, thank you, I thought that might be the case. This whole thing has been a delay while he got away. $ ::grows angry:: I detest riddles, Floretta. I'm not a child anymore. @::looking around before leaving the room, he catches something out of the corner of his eye::: $ If my uncle's up to some quest without me then he can tell me the reason why to my face. *** IrishTCat has quit IRC (Read error to IrishTCat[user-2ivf7kt.dialup.mindspring.com]: Connection reset by peer) $ :: The Doctor stands in the middle of the camp and calls loudly.:: Irish, Jacie, he's given us the slip. >Mel@:::looks in game log to find addresses from buddy list::: $ ::bolts out of Floretta's wagon to sound of Doctor's call:: *** Breon has joined #whosim *** ChanServ sets mode: +o Breon $ Gone?! $ :: The Doctor shakes his head :: This is not good. Nico doesn't know the power in those crystals, and he's going to use them to fulfill this STIG legend. @::Jeffrey walks over to one of the consoles. He sees a small package with a not attached to it:::: $ If we follow him now we may be able to detect his chronon trail through the vortex. $ What'll happen to him, Doctor? @ Now where did this come from? @ :::he picks up the small package and reads the note:: @:::The note reads, "Give to The Doctor upon his arrival"::: $ :: The Doctor looks Jacie in the eyes ::: Something very nasty, on a multi-dimensional scale, unless we can tell him how to handle those crystals! I don't know about you, but I am going to try to follow him and try to warn him, and perhaps stop him from tearing a huge hole in this reality. @:::Jeffrey's brow wrinkles in confusion::: @ The Doctor? Who would that be? $ :: The Doctor moves quickly into the TARDIS::: Hurry, the trail goes cold as we dawdle! @ ::tiredly, he slips the package into another pocket of his vest::: $ And stop him from chasing some ridiculous legend. Somethimes my uncle's worse than having a little brother to chase around. >Mel @:::Looks for closest addresses on the wall map, notices that the red ligts are flashing more weakly now::: @:::He then walks towards the emergency stairs, to make his way to the surface:::: > $ :: The Doctor vanishes into the TARDIS::: <> <:)> $ ::takes one last look at the STiGs shaking her head at their superstitious stories remember each one lied to keep her from *** Breon has quit IRC (Quit: Leaving) $ ::finding her uncle:: $ ::follows Doctor into TARDIS and disappears:: <> <> Huzzah! Bravo! Good job everyone! Great job gang! *** CyrsTuner is now known as AlxKeegan * Jacie tosses celebratory confetti Thanks for the script, Ruth! Thanks to all. *pow* It was great. *** Doctor has quit IRC (Quit: Leaving) Hope te Star card wasn't too muc Well I guess it's time we dwindle away. We finished earlier this time. next week, in the package is a message from Nico and a little something which de-attunes Jacie's time bracelet see you all tomorrow night? Oh poor Jacie, to be dumped in time. Tomorrow evening at 7 pm. I'll try, 7pm rigt? I'll try to come up with a theme. I was thinking a UNIT reunion. I'll plan on being there, I have a dental appointment at 1 am my time, plus getting my haircut, but should be able to make it sounds good to me, Jen YEAH All roles related to UNIT. See if it gets people interested. 1am? That's a little late don't you think? ;) meant pm yes it would be:-) see you all tomorrow, have a good night!! Or a vampire dentis Eeek, what a thought. night Night David. Good luck tomorrow. thanks:-) *** AlxKeegan has quit IRC (Quit: Leaving) Cody I can't stay too long, but if you're up to it let's work on that Peladon sim next week via e-mail. Tried voting for Jacie and I got kicked back becassue of Address Sounds good Oh? What did it say? Some of those addresses on our string may come back bounced but the rest go through. I removed "amazingboys" they said that was te problem Oh yeah that's Andre's address (formerly companion Lane). I think he's now at amazingboys@aol.com but it hasn't been changed yet. If you get the error that one address couldn't be sent just ignore it. The rest go thru. I have two e-mail votes from you now. OOPS No problem. We all learn. How about we play checkers again on Friday night and hash out Peladon with Jacie. Sure, wen? when Um 11pm? EST My "h" keeps skipping. See you then And tomorrow, I hope Ok then it's a date. Take care till then. night Do your best. If you don't get the bar, exit and re-enter next time k? See ya then! Session Close: Wed Sep 29 23:33:20 1999