Session Start: Thu Mar 01 21:29:06 2001
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<AlxKeegan> ah, I see
<Cody> 8-D
<IrishTCat> Hello Jen Jen wb 
<Jacie> Rehi guys. That was funky. Did you pick roles?
<IrishTCat> ::bought book Poetry for Cats
<Jacie> Oh Tuna, the IM is a no biggie download and it doesn't suck up too much RAM.
<AlxKeegan> nope, we lost 4 people so we didn't pick roles yet
<Jacie> Oh my, so it's catching. We lost Heather?
<AlxKeegan> so, how can I add Jonathan to my IM icons?
<Dr10> not a prob, I'll load one up.
<Cody> Well Brig, If any fill ins needed I'll try, reading script on spilt screen
<IrishTCat> The Emperor of Tunafish    by Wallace Steven's Cat
<AlxKeegan> <=========Acelyn Chevalier
<Jacie> Script lite tonight. It shouldn't be too hard for us to fill.
<AlxKeegan> ooops, misspelled that
<Jacie> <====== Jacie
<AlxKeegan> Ancelyn
<Jacie> <====== Guin
<IrishTCat> <<---Irish T(Unit Mouse Catcher) Cat
<Cody> <Should be able to go under "people" then cutain "buddy Icon">
<Dr10> <===== The Doctor, who keeps his cool.
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<Jacie> <Rehi Heather! We were just doing a casting call. Are you interested in playing Guin?>
<Dr10> wb Heather.
<Cody> <=======Brigadier Alastair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart, retired ( od fasimile thereof ;-) )
<Jacie> <In my place. Frees me to just play Jacie.>
<The8thDoc> <I suppose, just give me a mo to get my glasses.>
<Cody> <Heather, check Dr Who's Tragical History Tour for the next week they have a lot of pics from Curse of Fenric, download while you can 8-D>
<Jacie> <Cool.>
<IrishTCat> <<My role really requires two actors to carry ITC's ego >> 
<The8thDoc> <I've seen Cody. They're groovy>
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<AlxKeegan> <I can't find that, Cody, not yet anyway>
<Jacie> <Heather, she has minor bits in the beginning, just introducing Doc, then she reacts later on. Gives you time to get up to speed.>
<AlxKeegan> <unless you're telling me where to place the file?>
<Jacie> <I'll do the Committee Chair unless someone else wants him.
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<Brigadier> <weird the free dowload of AIM seems to have more features than the updated AOL 6>
<IrishTCat> [[Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow ]]
<AlxKeegan> <I think you are right>
<Jacie> <Funny.>
<DameGuin> <It does, doesn't it. I thought that strange>
<AlxKeegan> <you do a good Committee chair, Jen:-)>
<IrishTCat> <<Lets Go! >> 
<Jacie> <Yeah, cuz it's all woody and stuff.>
<AlxKeegan> <oh Jen, they're doing Xander and Cody action figures, do you want any?>
<Brigadier> <hehehe>
<AlxKeegan> <okey dokey, going to send the credits now>
<IrishTCat> <<Cody has his own action figure before me ?? >> 
<Brigadier> <Cody action figures! Call my lawyers! ;-) >
<Jacie> <Ok, let's rock & roll>
<Brigadier> <Wonder if the wheels really spin? ;-) >
<AlxKeegan> <eeeek, I meant Cordy, my stupid "r" key acts up all the time>
<AlxKeegan> <<<The New Adventures of Dr. Who Simulation>>>
<AlxKeegan> <<<Mind Trap, Part Three>>>
<AlxKeegan> <<<by Jen Kokoski>>>
<Jacie> <I'd rather have a Cody action figure, ;)>
<Dr10> # = UN Committee Room
<Jacie> <It comes with a neat plastic .38.>
<Brigadier> <ty>
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish sits under a chair biding his time after escaping from Roaming Girl:: 
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor listens but watches carefully to see the non-verbal behavior of the various organic intellects in the room.:::
<Jacie> # Committee Chair>:;jots down some remaining notes:: Thank you Brigadier. Your testimony is most "enlightening".
<Brigadier> <prefer a .45 colt or .455 webley 8-D>
<AlxKeegan> # :::Ancelyn continues to mutter under his breath, making sure no "idiots" can hear him:::
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<Brigadier> # Just doing my duty as ever, sir
<DWAncelyn> <just starting logging, hope others are logging also>
<Jacie> # Chair>Yes, I only wish this Committee had decided to hold such an intensive hearing previously.
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor leans over and whispers to Jacie::: This is all wrong, I may need you to follow the Brigadier...
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish sneezes from the dust under the chair:: Aaaachooooo! 
<Brigadier> # :::Stands, tucks cap under arm  , does an about turn and leaves:::
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor nods at Jacie::
<DWAncelyn> <jen, what happened to the middle of the script?>
<Jacie> # ::whispers back to Doctor:: I'm on it.
<Jacie> # ::ducks out quietly following the brigadier::
<IrishTCat> <<The black robed mouse stole it David! >> 
<Jacie> # Chair>Now then, Dame Knight. Who are these witnesses you "had" to bring before us?
<DameGuin> #::stands:: This is Doctor John Smith. ::Moves hand to point towards the Doctor:: He will be the next witness. 
<Brigadier> <lol>
<Jacie> <Yeah, that was it. The black robed mouse came in, said in a squeaky voice "You will obey me" and wham there goes the middle.>
<IrishTCat> <<See told ya ..>> 
<Brigadier> <Master Mouse, "Muuaahhhhh!>
<DameGuin> <I'd be giggling, but it hurts at the moment.>
<Jacie> $ = Brig and Jacie
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor stands and smiles:::
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor goes to the witness table and sits down::
<DameGuin> #::Sits back down after the Doctor stands::
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor takes out a jelly baby and puts it in his mouth:::
<Jacie> $ ::UN guards line the corridors outside the meeting room as Jacie exits::
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<Jacie> $ ::turns toward the sound of footsteps and glimpses the Brigadier strolling down the hallway::
<DameGuin> <G'day Lynn>
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<Jacie> <Hiya Lynn!>
<Patient_1> <However did you guess?>>
<Patient_1> <<Hi>>
<DameGuin> <Yesterday, remember?>
<Patient_1> <<Who're you? Heather?>>
<DameGuin> <Yep>
<Patient_1> <cool>>
<Jacie> # Minister Hugh>Dr. Smith, I presume? :;trying to be helpful::
<DameGuin> <:)>
<Dr10> # I am pleased to be here to assist this committee.
<DWAncelyn> # ::::Ancelyn watches the Doctor take his place, confident the problem will get straightened out:::
<IrishTCat> #::Irish rubs his paw on his left ear scratching an itch::
<Jacie> # Chair>Ah yes, the current Scientific Advisor. How long have *you* been employed by UNIT, Dr. uh Smith?
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<Jacie> $ ::smiles at the guards, but notices they don't bother looking back::
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor speaks confidently::: It was some 40 years ago, incident in the underground. Creature, actually a robot, termed as a Yeti.
<Patient_1> <<I would give you a wave of thanks, but my arms are bound in a straightjacket>>
<Jacie> $ ::quickly follows the Brigadier down the corridors and spies him disappear behind two tall ornate doors::
<Brigadier> < Master Mouse writes on bathroom wall, " Ancelyn is a mail chauvinist!" :-P>
<Dr10> # That's when I first met the Brigadier.
<Jacie> # Chair>The London Underground incident in 1966...?
<Jacie> # Chair>::checks his notes and then picks up the Brigadier's disposition::
<Dr10> #Yes, and it worked out rather well, even before the day of UNIT, but demonstrated by UNIT was so necessary.
<IrishTCat> <<Cats drools and Mice Rule The Universe is what he would write >> 
<Brigadier> $ ::: Enters a large room filled with chairs and crosses to a well laden side table. Pours himself a cup of coffee:::
<DameGuin> <brb, Time for tea>
<Brigadier>  What's the pun in that ;-)>
<Jacie> # Chair>Hmmm, yes, I have the report here. But there's no mention of a robot. How was a robot employed by the terrorists? As a delivery system for the nerve gas?
<IrishTCat> #::Irish springs up on the table and grabs the report wit his claws:: 
<IrishTCat> # Meow Meow ::Irish rips the report up turning the pages:: 
<Jacie> # Chair>What the...?
<Jacie> # Chair>Who let this animal in?
<IrishTCat> # /// This is utter dog drool Maker ./// 
<Brigadier> <rather changes the meaning of "pussyfooting">
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor smiles:: Well, it really wasn't nerve gas at all, that's the cover story. You know how secrecy is, after a few years everyone believes the cover story.
<Jacie> # Chair>Give me that. ::snatches the paper from Irish's claws::
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish's tail knocks a full cup of coffer of the table and into the lap of the Chair::
<DWAncelyn> # :::Ancelyn covers his mouth to keep from laughing at the cat's antics:::
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor smiles again::: Please forgive my friend Irish, here, he has a very strong respect for the truth.
<Jacie> # Chair>::jumps up to avoid the hot coffee:: Damn cat!
<Patient_1> <<:::Breaks the straight jacket::: Yes! Time to go on a rampage.. er.. BRB>>
<IrishTCat> # ///Give that back!/// Meow Moew meow  ::Irish tries to snatch the report back and his Unit badge falls of his neck ::
<Jacie> # Chair>:;snatches his dripping papers:: Irish? This is your pet, Dr. Smith?
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish growls at the word pet:: 
<Jacie> # Chair>Thompson, I told you only UNIT personnel are allowed... ::eyes the passbook on the desk::
<Dr10> #I may pet Irish, but he is no one'spet, I assure you, but a highly skilled operative.
<IrishTCat> # Meiw Meow Moew Meow !!!!! ::Irish sounds quite irritated now:: 
<Jacie> # Chair>:;reads the badge complete with picture of the green feline:: UNIT Mouse Catcher?
<IrishTCat> #//Give me back my badge!//
<Jacie> # Chair>You can't be serious! Dame Knight, what is the meaning of this?
<IrishTCat> #::Irish reaches out and snatches his badge back:: 
<Jacie> # Chair>::glares at cat:: You don't mean to tell me UN funds actually go to pay for this man's cat?
<DWAncelyn> # :::Ancelyn has a sense of forboding:::
<Brigadier> <Irish is an important agent he knows Master Mouse is really working for the Big Cheese>
<Jacie> # Chair>The Brigadier was right. Your Dr. Smith's are as loony as told.
<IrishTCat> # ///I should let the black robed mouse get you Stupid Two legs!/// 
<Jacie> # Chair>It's no wonder Dean Shaw wouldn't even deign to come here and defend this organization of quackery!
<Dr10> # Everyone even remotely interesting is mad in some way, chairman.
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish gestures dramatically with his front paws:: 
<DameGuin> # I must insist that you listen to what the Doctor had to say.
<Jacie> # Chair>I think we have all heard quite enough, Dame Knight!
<DameGuin> # The fate of the Entire human race could hang in the Balance if UNIT is dispersed.
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor smiles again:: UNIT is absolutely essential for the continued safety of this planet, and evetns of the past and the threats possible in the future prove that.
<Jacie> # ::the Committee nods, Minister Hugh's expression looks bewildered::
<IrishTCat> # Meow Meow !  
<IrishTCat> # Moew Meow Meow Meew! 
<Jacie> # Chair>Honestly, Dr. Smith. We have heard testimony from UNIT personnel dating back to before UNIT's inception.
<Jacie> # CHair>We know quite well the coverups for increased funding.
<Brigadier> <"the strange, the unusual, anything in the world... and beyond">
<Jacie> # Chair>You can't honestly stand there and expect us to believe aliens have even the remotest interest in our world.
<Jacie> # Chair>Next, you'll be telling us you are an alien, I suppose?
<DWAncelyn> # :::shakes his head in disbelief::
<IrishTCat> # Meow Meow Moew ///I am not an alien I am a cat// 
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish scratches the word cat into the table and makes an arrow pointing to himself:: 
<Jacie> $ ::steps into room and pauses at the sight of UNIT faces chattering away but not looking at each other, instead they watch the Brigadier::
<Dr10> #Well, I can think of at least one with a positive interest and dozens with negative intent, if I might be so bold. Allow me to enumerate them...
<Jacie> # Chair>No thank you, Dr. Smith! I think this Committee has heard all it needs to hear for today.
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor notices people preparing to leave::: Does this mean that your deliberations are concluded?
<Brigadier> $ :::Straightens head from coffee cup and turns to loof at Jacie::
<Brigadier> <ddooh, look>
<IrishTCat> <<Loof ?  >>> 
<Jacie> # Chair>You will know soon, Dr. Smith.
<Jacie> # Chair>Thompson, show these people out.
<IrishTCat> # Meow Meow moew moew moew meow! 
<Jacie> # ::the aide steps forward::
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor rises::: And when will your decision be made?
<Brigadier> <Polishes TYPO King corown, ;-) >
<DWAncelyn> # YOu can't just call it quits, you haven't heard the whole story yet!
<Jacie> # Chair>::reaches for napkins to clean up the coffee spill::
<DameGuin> #  There are still more poeple. You can't dismiss us yet.
<Jacie> # Chair>Thompson! Have the guards help you escort these people out.
<Brigadier> $ Hello, Ms Jacie...?
<Patient_1> <<Corown>>
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish snatches one of the napkins and rips it to shreds:: 
<Patient_1> <<;-)>>
<Jacie> # Chair>Dame Knight, go. You'll have our decision on Monday.
<Jacie> # Chair>Oh, my papers. ::says under breath:: I hate cats.
<DameGuin> # No! Wait. You still haven't heard it all.
<DameGuin> # You need to hear what the others have to say.
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor notices guards surrounding them::: 48 hours.
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish gets an evil gleam in his eyes:: Meow Moew moew .. 
<Brigadier> <ty 1>
<Brigadier> $ :::Points to food on sideboard:: Please help yourself. May I get you a cup of coffee, or would you prefer tea?
<Jacie> $ Hunter. Jacie Hunter. I'm the Doctor's compan... uh assistant.
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<IrishTCat> # ::Irish grabs the chairs sleeve and holds it tight:: 
<Jacie> # He's had many, I understand. Have you met them?
<Jacie> <Theresa?><
<DWAncelyn> <theresa!!!!>
<Brigadier> $ An honor, I'm sure, Ms Hunter
<WhitePhx>  <HI!!!>>
<IrishTCat> <<Ho T >> 
<DWAncelyn> <:::big hug:::: how are you, how have you been?!>
<Brigadier> $ :: Lifts cup::: Shall I be mother?...
<WhitePhx> <Just a quickie tonight to see if I could ge in. =) >
<Jacie> $ ::shakes Brig's hand but notices the flesh feels weird:: Cold hands, warm heart?
<DWAncelyn> #:::Ancelyn shakes off the soldiers angrily and stalks out::::
<Jacie> $ Yes please.
<Brigadier> $ ::Smiles stiffly::
<Jacie> <Welcome to the show, T!>
<DWAncelyn> <glad you could pop in! does this herald your return to the sim?>
<Jacie> <I hope you come back again>
<Brigadier> $ Coffee or tea, Ms Hunter?
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor follows calmly:: Now, now, let's gove global democracy a chance...
<Jacie> $ Coffee.
<Brigadier> $ ::Pours Jacie a cup:::  cream? sugar?
<WhitePhx> <As soon as I get the new comp settled, a couple of weeks? >
<DameGuin> # You know what a wrong decision would mean....Death to the Human Race.
<DameGuin> <brb, My dog's doing a funky chicken on me.>
<Jacie> $<Cool, just in time for either the Dalek sim or David's trek to the sun>
<Jacie> <Funky chicken, is that a new dog dance?>
<Dr10> <I hate it when that happens>
<IrishTCat> <<Dogs are so unhip  Funky Chiken is light years old >> 
<Jacie> $ Black. ::takes cup:: Thanks.
<DWAncelyn> <hurray!!>
<IrishTCat> # ::The Chair grabs Irish and tosses him roughly off of the table:: 
<Dr10> <It would be great to have you back, Theresa>
<Jacie> $ ::turns and sniffs the coffee:: So how long have you been out of service, Brigadier?
<DWAncelyn> <we can't do mine till after yours, Jen-jen>
<Jacie> $ ::watches him gulp the coffee>
<Brigadier> $ :::Offerss Jacie a plate::: PLease help yourself, there's quite a variety of biscuits and savories
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish lands on his feet and gives the Chair a dirty look:: 
<Dr10> % = outside in the passageway, with food smells....
<Jacie> $ ::takes a sip and coughs on searing hot liquid:: Ow!
<IrishTCat> # Meow Meow Meow Moew mOew MeoWW .. ::Irish walks out of the room :: 
<DWAncelyn> <I second Tuna's thoughts:-)>
<WhitePhx> <I'll be back!!!  Gotta go for now tho!  Seeya! ::hugs::>
<Jacie> <Take care T>
<DWAncelyn> <night Theresa!!>
<WhitePhx> ::poof::
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<Dr10> % :::The guatrds escort the agitated pro-UNIT group out into a passageway:::
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish sniffs the air speculatively::
<Brigadier> $ Are you all right, dear girl? ::Steaming coffee drips unnoticed from his mustache::
<IrishTCat> % ::His whiskers begin to twitch like a homing device tracking a bug:: 
<Jacie> $ ::puts down coffee:: Fine, someone turned up the heat... ::notices the coffee dripping from his moustache::
<DameGuin> <I'm assuming % is where we are?>
<Dr10> % :: The Doctor rubs his chin thoughtfully:::
<Dr10> <Yep>
<Jacie> $ ::the grandfather clock begins to toll the hour::
<Jacie> $ ::everyone in the room silences and listens::
<Jacie> $ Brigadier?
<IrishTCat> % Maker I am going to do a recce in that direction .. ::Irish races off in the direction that the smell of food is coming from::
<DameGuin> % :: Looks at the Doctor Worridly:: You must go Back in there Doctor.  They're information certainly leans towards them.
<Brigadier> $ :::Briefly stares at Jacie , then doops face with a napkin:: Forgive me.. you must have startled me
<DWAncelyn> % I didn't think it would be this bad...what shall we do next?
<Dr10> % :: The Doctor sniffs::: Not for me, not yet.
<Jacie> <Go ahead and react to the clock Cody.>
<Dr10> % :: The Doctor turns to Guin & Ancelyn:: The problem isn't the testimont or the committee, the problem is our UNIT colleagues. They are shadows of their former selves.
<Brigadier> $ :::Sets down coffee and smartly brings up left wrist  sets watch and as tolling stops presses in stem:::
<Dr10> % They seem extremely forgetful about their history.
<Brigadier> $ ::::As grandfather clock starts to toll, everyone but Jacie and Irish, stop talking and take out or look at their watches::
<Jacie> $ ::watches Brigadier in wonderment then notices everyone in the room, a dozen or more more people are doing exactly the same thing::
<Brigadier> <dooh, reverse those last two lines>
<Jacie> $ ::the clock stops tolling::
<Jacie> <Yup, that's what I was thinking, Cody.>
<Dr10> % :: The Doctor looks sternly at the two:: Don't tell me you haven't noticed this! Please, be frank with me, when did you noitice that UNIT had become a bunch of blank faced zombies?
<Jacie> $ ::the people start chattering again as if nothing happened::
<DameGuin> % ::looks at Ancelyn::
<IrishTCat> $ ::Irish jumps up on the table full of food and drags a piece of chicken out half as big as him::
<Jacie> <Now we'll insert Brig's line about drying his lip, k?>
<DWAncelyn> % I left England a couple of weeks ago to take Arthur and Brogan to a soccer tournament in the States.
<Brigadier> $ ::Raises eyebrows and extends plate to Jacie::: Please feel free to make yourself at home :: Smiles::
<DWAncelyn> % We were gone just a few days...when we got back, all UNIT was like this.
<IrishTCat> $ Meow Meow .. ::Irish pulls the chicken down the table to where Roaming Girl is :: 
<Jacie> $ ::says under breath:: Who's home, stepford?
<Jacie> $ Irish, what are you doing?
<IrishTCat> $ ::Irish reaches out and slices neatly a small piece of chicken for Roaming Girl which he drops in her lap::
<Brigadier> $Blasted creature!
<Dr10> % :: The Doctor leans forward and says softly:: ...and Winnifred?
<Brigadier> $ Ms Hunter, please rid us of the unclean furry rodent!
<IrishTCat> $Meow Moew moew ?  ::Irish turns his head left and right looking for the creature:: 
<DWAncelyn> % :::Ancelyn, eyes full of sadness, gives a barely seen nod of assent:::
<Jacie> $ He's only hungry.
<Dr10> % :: The Doctor pats Ancelyn on the shoulder::: That is why we jhave to do something about it.
<IrishTCat> $ ::Irish looks for his dreade nemisis when the Brigader mention unclean furry rodent but doesnt see the black robed mouse anywhere:: 
<DWAncelyn> % All she does now is guard the HQ, working on a project with Prof. Lee from the Lanyon Moor facility.
<IrishTCat> $ Meow ? 
<Brigadier> $ Just get it off the sideboard. Pour some cream in a saucer and put it on the floor if you must
<Dr10> % :: The Doctor perks up::: Well, then, our course of action is clear, then, isn't it?
<DWAncelyn> % :::Ancelyn gives the Doctor a grateful smile:::
<Jacie> $ ::picks up Irish:: Cat's are very clean you know.
<IrishTCat> $ ::Irish gives the Brigader a certain when he realizes that he is being called an unclean furry rodent ::
<IrishTCat> $ MEOWWWWW!  
<DameGuin> <Slight Question...I may already know the answer to this, but can someone remind me what nonplussed means?>
<Jacie> $ ::when Irish reaches the Brigadier he reacts::
<Jacie> <for the Brigadier>
<Jacie> <Annoyed>
<DWAncelyn> %:::grins excitedly::: I'll be sure to drive extra carefully!
<Jacie> <nonplussed is annoyed, angry, put out.>
<Dr10> % In my experience, UNIT can act, rashly usually but they act, and when UNIT is immobilized, it means the problem is not the enemy, but the command itself. We need to go to UNIT HQ and find out what is transpiring there, and about this secret project.
<Jacie> <miffed>
<DameGuin> <Cool. Thanks.>
<DWAncelyn> <I thought it was just the opposite, sigh>
<Jacie> <Cody, do something the brigadier would never do for a reaction, k?>
<IrishTCat> $ ///I am going to bite him Roaming Girl even though humans taste perfectly awful.///
<Dr10> <nonplussed = confused and without obvious reaction>
<Jacie> <Or that.>
<Brigadier> $ ::Reaches for steaming carife of coffee as if to throw it on Irish::
<Dr10> <words are my flexible friends>
<IrishTCat> $ ::Irish growls loudly the chicken forgotten:: 
<DameGuin> % But why? What would that accomplish? <::Crosses fingers::>
<Jacie> <Apparently, the robed mouse hypnotized me out of proper vocabulary too.>
<Jacie> $ Brigadier! ::snatches Irish away::
<Dr10> % :: The Doctor puts his hands on the shoulders of Guin & Ancelyn:: I propose we engage in a little surprise inspection at UNIT HQ.
<DWAncelyn> <they're doing an audio release of The Massacre this year, in case anyone is interested>
<IrishTCat> <<Quick ! Give Irish a piece of the chicken to distract him! >>
<Brigadier> $ :::Does an abrupt about turn and joins Mister Benton on coach::
<Jacie> $ ::sets Irish down near the chicken, still watching the brigadier::
<DWAncelyn> % Why, to find out what's going on, of course!
<Dr10> % :: The Doctor smiles to Guin:: Because we don't know what we will do there is why we need to go there. That's the way it works in this business. If UNIT can't save us, we must save UNIT.
<Brigadier> $::: Chatter inanely with Yates and Benton about a cricket match as if nothing had happened::
<Jacie> $ That was odd. I think he wanted to burn you alive.
<IrishTCat> $ ::Irish grabs Roaming Girls hand with his paw and gives her a quick mental review of what went on in the meeting room after she left:: 
<Dr10> % :: The Doctor looks around::: Now where did that cat go?
<Dr10> <pause Dr>
<DWAncelyn> % :::Ancelyn rubs his hands in anticipation:::
<DWAncelyn> <pause Ancelyn>
<IrishTCat> $ ///He wanted to get my fur wet! How evil can you humans get? ///
<Jacie> $ ::blinks and rubs her head:: Whoah, slower next time Irish.
<DameGuin> %::Sighs and Shrugs:: Ok, so what do I need to do?
<Jacie> $ Not usually, at least not this lot. Not from what the Doctor said.
<IrishTCat> $///I did go slow. Really I did///
<DameGuin> <Pause Guin>
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<DWAncelyn> <you could have the Dame do some sort of horrified reaction as she realizes Ancelyn is going to be driving again, heather:-)>
<Jacie> $ But their acting so weird, irish. Look, they don't even look at each other when they're talking.
<Jacie> $ And the Brigadier was gulping steaming coffee as if it was ice water.
<IrishTCat> $:::Irish gobbles down his chicken::: 
<DWAncelyn> <jen, be sure to change Ancelyn's last name before you send out the next script:-)>
<IrishTCat> $ ///All you two legs are weird to me.///
<Jacie> $ And that's nothing compared to what they did before you got here.
<Jacie> $ If I didn't know any better I'd say everyone here was synchronizing their watches.
<IrishTCat> $ ::Irish looks around:: 
<Brigadier> >Jenkinss crosses to side table and puts two petite fours on a plate then covers them with chutney before returning to his chair::
<IrishTCat> $///Its half past my breakfast time and my second cat nap right now///
<Jacie> $ ::smiles at Jenkins until he leaves then turns around to talk to Irish::
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<Jacie> $ I don't know how you can eat around these people. They give me the creeps.
<Jacie> $ Who knows what they're gonna do next. ::as she speaks the clock begins to chime the quarter hour::
<Brigadier> $ :::The granfather clock strikes the quarter hour, and the Brigadier places his coffee on the sidetable and stands. Everyone elase nut Jacie and Irish also stand then follow the Brigadier from the room as if they were a drill team:::
<Dr10> <brb>
<IrishTCat> $ ///Are creeps tasty ? /// ::Irish surveys the food area for these creeps:: 
<Brigadier> <lol, great minds and all that, sorry>
<Jacie> $ ::picks up Irish:: See what I mean?
<AlxKeegan> <are they the same thing as crepes?>
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<Jacie> $ Come on. Let's see where they're going.
<Jacie> <Hi NiCOo! Welcome to the New Adventures of Dr. Who Sim>
<IrishTCat> $ ///Lets follow them.. /// ::Irish sounds mentally curious:: 
<AlxKeegan> <to Irish they probably are:-)>
<IrishTCat> $ ::Irish grabs a large turkey leg when he is dragged by the table:: 
<Brigadier> <should Jacie and Irish be noticed?>
<Jacie> $ ::drops Irish on the ground and they both quietly chase after the troop of UNIT regulars>
<Jacie> <No, they are the last out.>
<AlxKeegan> <irish needs something to help him keep his strength up:-)>
<NiCOo> hehe thanx ":>
<Brigadier> <K>
<Jacie> <pause Jacie>
<Patient_1> <<i must depart.  Good job, as always, you all :-)>>
<Brigadier> <pause Brigadier>
<Jacie> <Night Lynn!>
<The8thDoc> <ta ta Lynn.>
<IrishTCat> <<Pause Irish >> 
<Brigadier> <ty, nite>
<Patient_1> <<see you :-)>>
<IrishTCat> <<Bye Lynn >> 
<Patient_1> <<:::departs:::>>
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<AlxKeegan> <<<PAUSE SIM>>>
<AlxKeegan> <<<CUT AND PRINT>>>
<Jacie> Bravo!
<Jacie> Bravissimmo!
<AlxKeegan> Hurray!!! good job everyone
<IrishTCat> Good job everyone .. 
<The8thDoc> :-)
<Brigadier> Hope the Jenkins bit wasn;t too over the top
<Jacie> No, loved it.
<Jacie> I loved all the improv.
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<Jacie> The near scorching the cat was great too.
<Jacie> Next, maybe you can have stepford brig eat glass. ;)
<Brigadier> Sorry Irish, not really the Brig's fault
<AlxKeegan> you know, fighter pilots used to do that
<Jacie> Oh, guys. I gotta go pet another demanding cat.
<IrishTCat> Night everyone ..
<AlxKeegan> night all, see you all next week!!
<Brigadier> Nite all
<The8thDoc> Night Guys. ::Waves::
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<Jacie> Night everyone!
<Brigadier> TT, tomorrow, vist Frank N Furter's?
<Jacie> Yes. I'll send out an invite tonight.
<Jacie> Gnight then.
<Dr10> <back>
<Jacie> Tuna, we're doing breakfast next Saturday?
<Jacie> When are you travelling?
<Brigadier> Take care. gotta look up the diskette with all the avs
<Jacie> Night Cody!
<Dr10> Yes we are, I travel on Thursday, and I have Sat AM off. Reserved for breakfast with you!
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<Dr10> LOL Cody.
<Jacie> Cool! Breakfast is still gonna be on Rt 40 but a different place. I'll send directions.
<Jacie> See ya in e-mail.
<Dr10> Excellent. See you then!
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<Jacie> Night!
<Dr10> *poof*
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