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Session Start: Thu Jan 30 19:27:56 2003
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<AlxKeegan> CASTING CALL, everyone?
<AlxKeegan> Doing okay,a nd you?
<AlxKeegan> <===========Fred
<DocEight> I'm doing good. Just killing time.
<JenKoko> <This is so annoying! I can't get the new script to come up in my browser.>
<AlxKeegan> sorry:-(
<IrishTCat> <<---Irish T Cat 
<TheBrig> <will try to fill where needed, just give me a kick under the table>
<AlxKeegan> aren't you playing Bond, Cody?
<DocEight> Lynn says Hi to everyone.
<TheBrig> Haven't before but willing to try
<JenKoko> <I got it locally. Just use the YahooGroup's e-mail if you all have problems too. My cache may be old.>
<AlxKeegan> tell Lynn we said hi back
<JenKoko> < === Cpt. Lavia, Doctor (sub for Tuna)
<DocEight> Will do.
<AlxKeegan> oh, it's for definite that the big US importer of BBC books has gone out of business
<TheBrig> <=============Bond, Frax....
<JenKoko> <Darn.>
<JenKoko> <Ok, you guys handle the companion scenes and I'll take care of the Doc.>
<AlxKeegan> tried to order them thru my work (Borders) and phones all disconnected, etc
<JenKoko> <Heather, you interested in playing a small, nasty role tonight? Nurse Chapel captures and tortures Irish.>
<AlxKeegan> eeeek!!
<AlxKeegan> poor Irish
<AlxKeegan> :-(
*** TheBrig is now known as PierceBond
<DocEight> I'd love to but I can't hand around more than 20 minutes. I've gotta go pick up my brother from school.
<AlxKeegan> how does the title of the script sound?
<DocEight> hang even
<JenKoko> <No problem then. Enjoy the show.>
<AlxKeegan> hang ten
<JenKoko> <Ok, shall we begin?>
<AlxKeegan> you weren't anywhere near that train derailment, where you, Heather?
<AlxKeegan> <sure thing, I'll roll the credits in a sec>
<DocEight> <I hope not. >
<AlxKeegan> <everyone have fun, see you on the other side>
<AlxKeegan> <<<The New Adventures of Dr. Who Simulation>>>
<AlxKeegan> <<<The Flying Montecarlo Caper - Part Three>>>
<AlxKeegan> <<<by Jen Kokoski>>>
<AlxKeegan> # = Deck Party
<JenKoko> @ = dance floor and bar
<IrishTCat> # Meow Moew  This isnt right .. 
<AlxKeegan> <okey, which one is which...or who?:-)>
<JenKoko> @ ::a steel-drum band caroons lively Latin rhythms under a synthetic starlit sky::
<JenKoko> <Mine is the dance floor>
<PierceBond> <ok, lost already>
<DocEight> <The train de-reailment was in Sydney. I think the only thing News worthy recently that I've been close to is the Bushfires.>
<AlxKeegan> # :::Fred and Bond walk side-by-side, with Irish and Harley getting underfoot::::
<JenKoko> <Then I'll move them off to the bar. The companions are off on a different corner of the room. Just trying to keep the two groups separate.>
<AlxKeegan> <well, sorry it happened but glad nothing bad happened to you>
<JenKoko> <Maybe have them by the buffet?>
<AlxKeegan> <hee hee, that sounds about right>
<JenKoko> <Remember I have the Doc and Lavia.>
<AlxKeegan> # :::Fred looks around at all the festive decorations, but isn't cheered up:::
<JenKoko> @ ::amidst the thralling mass of writhing and twisting bodies, a tall blonde elegant woman tangos with an older bearded man::
*** AlxKeegan is now known as DWFred
<JenKoko> @ Doc>::whirls Lavia around, pressing his cheek to hers as they strut across the dance floor::
<PierceBond> # :::Deftly lifts 2 Lemon Twists from the tray of a passing waiter and offers on to Fred::: Relax my dear lady... ::lowered voice:: Don't want to look too upset, rightt?
<DWFred> # I'm not upset.  We just need to do something, that's all.
<JenKoko> @ Doc>::once they reach the end, he dips Lavia bare inches from the floor::
<IrishTCat> # I am tired of being jammed by whatever trickery they have on board this vessal 
<JenKoko> @ Lavia>::throws back her head and laughs:: Oh Doctor Von Schmidt, whereever did you learn to dance like that?
<DWFred> # ::Fred drinks her lemon twist mechanically:::
<IrishTCat> # Harley > Its been the same with my companion ever since the Chamber .. 
<PierceBond> # and the best way we can do exactly that is by blending in, not by standing out
<DWFred> # I wish I knew what was causing this jamming.
<IrishTCat> # Irish > We have to do something .. 
<JenKoko> @ Doc>::pulls Lavia to her feet, slightly panting:: My dear captain, I've learned many things in my travels.
<JenKoko> @ Doc> Such as when to take a breather. ::nods to bar:: Shall we sit this one out?
<DWFred> Maybe it's caused by whatever they're doing to make everyone forget?
<IrishTCat> # Harley > But what can we do little brother  ?  I know I havent thought of anything so far .. 
<DWFred> # We have to get the Doctor alone.  That's the only way we can find out if he's faking it, or is really under their control.
<IrishTCat> # Irish > He is not going to listen to me  .. 
<PierceBond> # And the surest way to show our hand
<JenKoko> @ Lavia>::without protest allows Doc to escort her to the bar::
<JenKoko> @ Doc> Two Pink Lemonades with a twist please.
<DWFred> # We can do this subtly.  After all, you're an agent, and I'm...Me.
<JenKoko> @ ::the pair settle in with their drinks::
<DWFred> # ::to Irish::: Irish, you and Harley go check out the sickbay, see if you can figure out what may have been done to the Doctor.
<PierceBond> # Then instead of stalking the poor fellow, why don't we dance?
<JenKoko> @ Lavia>::simmers over her drink:: Hmmm... Johannes you are a man of amazing talents. A specialty drink you picked up on the road?
<DocEight> <well, I'm sorry Guys, but I have to disappear now. The downside to having my licence is being made to be a Taxi. I'll try and catch up with y''all some other time.>
<IrishTCat> # Irish > I suppose we can do that .. 
<DWFred> <bye Heather, take care!!>
<DWFred> # Thank you Irish, Harley.
<JenKoko> @ Doc> On Bangoria V, I believe. They have a dozen different recipes of lemonade.
<PierceBond> # ::Takes Fred in an almost embrace and whispers in her ear:: Just follow my lead and we can try to get within earshot of the Doctor
<DocEight> <::waves:: Bye Guys.>
<JenKoko> <Bye Heather!>
<IrishTCat> # Harley > I know of a ventilation shaft that goes almost there .. 
<PierceBond> <Bye Heather>
<IrishTCat> <<Bye Heather >> 
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<DWFred> # :::Fred nods in agreement:::
<JenKoko> @ Doc> Helps keep the body cool under the 3 suns and open desert.
<JenKoko> @ Lavia> Tell me more. It must be so exciting to travel to such forbidden places.
<JenKoko> @ Doc> I comprised a rather nice collection of holographic images. But I think the most impressive place I visited was a little planet on the edge of the Helical Galaxy.
<JenKoko> @ Lavia> Helical? That's near Zeta Scrampus?
<IrishTCat> % Sickbay 
<JenKoko> @ Doc> Thereabouts. It was a colonial world once. The miners told tale of the most amazing site buried in the rocks.
<DWFred> # :::Fred watches irish and harley leave, then follows Bond out onto the dance floor:::
<JenKoko> @ Doc> An entire cave made of blue crystal.
<JenKoko> <Stall guys. I'm not ready for you.>
<DWFred> <okey dokey>
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish and Harley sneak into the cold and sterile sickbay:: 
<PierceBond> @ ::Slows his sweeping lead to a slow steady swirl as they near the Doctor and Flavia::
<JenKoko> @ Lavia> ::gets distant look:: Blue crystal with a near infinite number of perfect straitions that calms the mind.
<PierceBond> <we can just dance and eveasdrop till Fred tells her plan>
<JenKoko> @ Doc> ::murmurs over drink:: You heard of it?
<DWFred> <okey dokey>
<DWFred> # ::whispers to Bond as they dance:::
<JenKoko> @ Lavia> ::struggles to remember and draws a blank:: I must have... must have...
<JenKoko> @ Doc> ::studies her under a sip:: The old pirate's in that sector are always telling tales. No doubt they would spread far and wide.
<PierceBond> @ You follow my lead beatifully me dear ::leans in:::Although I believe it's not at all your nature ::Smiles charmingly::
<PierceBond> <Doh my not me gr>
<JenKoko> @ Doc> At least that's what attracted me. Poppycock and legends, though I admit it was fun to explore though there were a pesky amount of spiders under toe.
<DWFred> @ Why thank you, kind sir.
<JenKoko> @ Lavia> Yes the little buggers kept crawling into my boots.
<DWFred> @ :::whispers::: help me keep an eye on them.
<JenKoko> @ Doc> ::perks up:: You've been to Metebelis?
<DWFred> @ When you see the opportunity, distract the bimbo and I'll talk to the Doctor.
<DWFred> <hee hee>
<JenKoko> @ Lavia> Um... :;again the blank wall draws her short:: I remember planning a trip once. I desperately wanted to go before...
<JenKoko> @ Doc> ::sets down his drink, talking in a calm casual voice:: Before what?
<PierceBond> @ ::Softly:: I may appear nonchalant, but I am well aware of the exact position of the Doctor, the Captain and the Security guars
<JenKoko> @ Lavia> ::struggles beyond the blank wall, but it seems to push back hard and fast::
<JenKoko> @ Lavia> Before I came to the Montecarlo of course. ::beams smile:: Now we travel the whole Universe.
<PierceBond> @ You really are new at this aren't you. Mustn't tip off the opposition this soon
<IrishTCat> % Irish > I dont like this place at all .. Whoever cleans it is obviously mentally unbalanced  .. 
<JenKoko> @ Lavia> ::giggles over herself and takes a long gulp:: I can't believe I ever wanted to go anywhere else. I mean what else would one need or want here.
<DWFred> @ It's a balance, between acting too soon and too late.  And it feels like it's getting late.
<PierceBond> @ ::Sees it's useless to argue:: Oh very well, I swear your the most headstrong woman I've met since Miss Moneypence quit the agency
<IrishTCat> % Harley > I know .. Did you see that all of the cleaning material is labeled and hung on racks 
<JenKoko> @ Doc> ::tips glass to hers:: Agreed. A carefree existing spinning around space with all your whims cared for. You have an idyllic life here Captain Lavia.
<JenKoko> <Ok, ready for you.>
<DWFred> @ :::Fred smiles sweetly::: Thank you.
<PierceBond> @ ::Steps over to the Doctor and Flavia :: Sorry Professor , but may I steal the Captain for just one dance ::Flashes his best smile::
<IrishTCat> % Harley > I see a white light under that door marked Patients room ..
<JenKoko> @ Lavia> ::beams:: Oh well, duty calls.
<DWFred> @ My feet could use a brief rest.
<DWFred> @ :::sits down next to the Doctor and sighs:::
<JenKoko> @ Doc> ::with a flourish of his hand:: By all means.
<IrishTCat> % Irish > ::Irish paws at the door ::  Secuirty locked .. 
<JenKoko> @ Doc> ::watches Lavia and her gent spin off, then returns to calmly sipping his drink::
<IrishTCat> % Harley > We need to enter the emergency access code on the number keypad .. 
<PierceBond> @ :::Looks at the Captain asif she were the most desireable being in the universe:: You Honor me Captain
<DWFred> @ :::Fred quickly orders a drink of her own:::
<IrishTCat> % Irish > Really ? Do yo know what it is ? 
<JenKoko> @ ::bartender gives the lady an iced tea and goes off to tend his other patrons::
<IrishTCat> % Harley >  Tap  9 1 1 and see what that does .. 
<DWFred> <I don't remember how the Doctor was trying to get Romana to remember:::
<JenKoko> @ Doc> ::smiles benignly and passes a napkin to Fred::
<DWFred> @ :::accepts the napkin and smiles::
<IrishTCat> % Irish > Alright .. ::jumps up and punches the keypad sending the door sliding open :: 
<PierceBond> @ :::The music shifts and a congo line begins, Bond expertly manuvers the captain behind hin=m as he takes the waist of a whispy blonde, all the easier to lead the Captain AND the tourist while seemingly to just follow the line::
<DWFred> @ :::she offers her hand to the Doctor:::
<IrishTCat> % ::The two enter the room :: 
<DWFred> @ I'm Winnifred O'Connell.
<JenKoko> @ Doc> Doctor Von Schmidt. Enjoying your cruise Ms. O'Connell?
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish sees the Doctor laying on a table with a scanner over top of him which causing him to glow blue ::
<IrishTCat> % Irish > Maker !  ::Irish races over ::
<IrishTCat> % Harley > Hold on little brother .. I sense something is wrong .. 
<DWFred> @ Oh yes, very much so.  It reminds me of places I've read about and want to visit.
<JenKoko> @ Doc> Travel broadens the mind, but does tire the feet.
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish pauses but his concern for Maker is too great :: 
<PierceBond> <Bond seems gone for a while, shall I take Blitz?>
<IrishTCat> % ::A  canvas knapsack encloses Harley as soon as Irish leaves her side :: 
<JenKoko> <Why not.>
<JenKoko> <But we're not ready.>
<JenKoko> <Kick it in gear David?>
*** PierceBond is now known as CheifBlitz
*** CheifBlitz is now known as ChiefBlitz
<ChiefBlitz> <Just flash me when>
<JenKoko> <Ok.>
<DWFred> @ Indeed it does.
<IrishTCat> % NC > Dirty filthy beasts tracking your diseases and infestitations into my STERILE Areas ..   I will have to sanitize this whole section again .. ! 
<JenKoko> <Um David, start pressuring the Doc for info?>
<DWFred> @ ::::Fred mentions some places that she hopes will jog his memory, but nothing works:::
<IrishTCat> % ::irish growls and focuses his energy swelling in size :: Let My Sister Go Or else I will have to claw you to little pieces !  
<DWFred> @ You know, you look familiar.  Haven't I met you somewhere before?
<JenKoko> @ Doc>Hmmm... a Gold Chalice of Immortality? Didn't AC Doyle right about something like that?
<JenKoko> <right=write>
<DWFred> <arggh, I can't remember the name of the resort station>
<JenKoko> <Alfheim R&R>
<DWFred> @ Perhaps it was that resort...Alfheim?
<DWFred> @ :::she leans in close, looking intently into his eyes::
<DWFred> @ I visited it once with my friend Jacie.
<IrishTCat> % NC > Shut up ! Everyone knows beasts cant talk .. Even your presense leads to bad mental health Filthy beasts ..  :: She whips out what look to be a a tiny flashlight and aims it at Irish just as he springs  :: 
<JenKoko> @ Doc> Alfheim? ::shakes head:: I don't believe I know that place.
<DWFred> <go ahead and have Blitz start to interfere>
<IrishTCat> %  :: waves of ultrasonic energy rush out enshrouding Irish and Harley :: 
<DWFred> @ Too bad, it was very exotic.  I heard it blew up though, so you wouldn't be able to visit it now, unless you had a Time Machine.
<DWFred> <Blitz can ask the Doctor if he's okay, then he can sneeze>
<IrishTCat> % :: Irish struggles to stay conscious but falls to the ground slipping back to normal cat size :: 
<ChiefBlitz> @ :::Notices the Professor beginning to look upset with the young lady talking to him, and slides through the crowd to where they are::
<IrishTCat> % ::Harley claws at the knapsack being shielded from the waves of sound 
<ChiefBlitz> @ Dr. Von Schmidt! Are you all righr? You seemed a bit flushed.
<ChiefBlitz> @ AaaaaAAAAhhhhh.....choooo!!!
<ChiefBlitz> <Doooh, I get Von SChmidt and typo on right :-/>
<IrishTCat> % :: Irish awakens to the sound of his sister's urgent calling. He opens his eyes and sees her stuck in a metal cage on the counter. :: 
<ChiefBlitz> @ Please forgive me, I have a terrible allergy of cat hair
<IrishTCat> % Harley > Little brother you need to get away while you can .. 
<JenKoko> @ Doc> ::turns a bright smile on Blitz but is interrupted by a violent sneezing fit::
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish tries to move but is immobilized :: 
<JenKoko> @ Doc> Oh excuse me. ::reaches for a napkin:: Now that you mention it... I do too.
<ChiefBlitz> <Argh ccut that, I thought "he" was Blitz>
<JenKoko> @ Doc> Filthy things felines. Can you believe Ancient peoples revered them?
<IrishTCat> % ::Nurse Chapel comes back into the room wearing a sterile rubber outfit which even covers her face :: 
<JenKoko> @ Doc> The Phaorohs of Egypt actually invited them to dinner-- ::turns repulsed look on Fred::
<JenKoko> @ Doc> Oh it's you!
<DWFred> @ The ancients revered lots of things. Even old age.  They didn't realize, of course, that some people, when they get old, just become senile.
*** ChiefBlitz is now known as PierceBond
<IrishTCat> % NC > Now Now Little itty bitty kitty Dont you worry .. :: hands her some little pieces of cheeze ::: Your turn is next .. 
<DWFred> @ Ah yes, I remember you know. You were the rude person at the Captain's table.  Silly me, I thought you were someone important.
<PierceBond> ::Quickly follows the Captain to the disturbance::
<JenKoko> @ Doc> I knew I recognized you. ::covers mouth with napkin:: You were at the nuisance table at dinner with the flee-ridden cats.
<DWFred> <put mine after the Docs>
<DWFred> <and know = now>
<PierceBond> @ I say, is there some problem?
<DWFred> @ No problem that a good case of manners wouldn't solve.
<JenKoko> @ Doc> ::talks into napkin:: A-CHOO!
<IrishTCat> % NC > How is the dirty feline doing ? Are you ready for your check up ?  
*** PierceBond is now known as ChiefBlitz
<JenKoko> @ Doc> Or a flea dip.
<DWFred> @ :::looks up at Bond and smiles sweetly:::
<ChiefBlitz> This young lady is causing trouble, or rather the hair she's wearing is
<JenKoko> @ ::Lavia and Roxana follow the ruckus to the bar::
<DWFred> @ Isn't that one of those old-timey dance steps?  The ones that people look silly doing?
<JenKoko> @ Lavia> What hair?
<DWFred> @ Take me away from here, won't you? ::holds her hand out to Bond::
<JenKoko> @ Doc> Oh no matter. Just cat dander.
<JenKoko> @ Doc> Tends to get in the nostrils.
<ChiefBlitz> Well that's easily solved. I'd be quite glad to take the lady for a walk on another deck?
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish senses the emotional distress as the weird rubber lady adjusts the the headband on his head :: 
<JenKoko> @ Lavia> Blitz, I thought I decreed all cats be banned from the ship?
<DWFred> @ :::Blitz::: Sorry, Daddy-O, you're not my time. 
<IrishTCat> % NC > Just relax and this will all be over soon  .. 
<DWFred> <that's :::to Blitz::>
<JenKoko> <I think he said that as Bond.>
<DWFred> <oh, okey dokey>
<DWFred> <then erase that last one>
<ChiefBlitz> <Dooh, sorry again gorgot I'd changed nick>
<DWFred> @ Please do.  The air has gotten quite old around here.
<DWFred> @ :::Fred stands up gracefully and departs with Bond:::
*** ChiefBlitz is now known as PierceBond
<IrishTCat> % NC >  ::flips a switching powering up the headband as Irish manages to twitch over some to see the form of Maker on the other cold bed::
<PierceBond> ::Calmly walks off with Fred::
*** PierceBond is now known as ChiefBlitz
<JenKoko> @ Lavia> Well, we must discuss these expulsion procedures Blitz. In my office... ::pulls Blitz away to the dance floor::
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish is shocked to see Maker's form begin to flicker like a badly tuned holo vid :: 
<DWFred> & = Bond and Fred
<DWFred> <and when the follow Fraxie>
<JenKoko> @ Doc> ::heaves a heavy sneeze into his near-shredded napkin::
<IrishTCat> << Pause Irish Harley and Nurse Chapel  >> 
<ChiefBlitz> @ Yes Captain
<DWFred> & :::whispers to Bond::: Well, either the Doctor deserves an Oscar, or he really HAS lost his mind.
<JenKoko> @ Roxana> Oh you poor man. ::hands him another napkin::
*** ChiefBlitz is now known as PierceBond
<JenKoko> @ Doc> Thank you. I guess that dander hangs in the air here a bit too much for my health.
<JenKoko> @ Roxana> That's easily fixed. Come on. ::wraps arm around his:: The air is much crisper in the Sky Lounge.
<JenKoko> ! = Sky Lounge
<JenKoko> ! ::Doc and Roxana leave the deck party and enter the less crowded Sky Lounge::
<DWFred> & So, what do you think we should do next?
<JenKoko> ! ::Doc inhales deeply and gazes at the stars:: Ah, much better.
<PierceBond> & Perhaps lost, perhaps stolen
<JenKoko> ! Roxana> ::inhales herself:: Yes, I come here often myself just to get away from the crowd.
<DWFred> & Understood.
<JenKoko> ! Doc> ::notes the stars:: I am constantly amazed by the realism of this ship. One couldn't tell those are projected holograms at all.
<PierceBond> & Why not try to find what is causing all this? That slippery fellow looks like a good place to start
<JenKoko> ! Roxana> Oh those stars are quite real. This is the forward observation deck.
<JenKoko> ! Doc> Really? I see why you like this place. So good to know where your headed time to time.
<PierceBond> & I've seen that bald fellow doing repair work on the Montecarlo, now watch... See how interested he is in the disturbance you started
<DWFred> & Him?  That's Drax, or Frax as he's calling himself these days.  That's a good idea.
<JenKoko> ! Roxana> Yes, but it can be fun to not know where you're going.
<PierceBond> & And this time could we please try a little discretion?
<JenKoko> ! Doc> Indeed. ::takes a seat on a marble bench:: So Roxana how long have you been serving aboard the Montecarlo?
<DWFred> & Please, I'm the soul of discretion.
<DWFred> & :::grins:::
<JenKoko> ! Roxana> Seems like a lifetime ago.
<PierceBond> & ::Smiles broadly:: Of course you are ::Starts to shadow Drax::
<JenKoko> ! Doc> I'm looking forward to serving a lifetime or two myself here. It's so pleasant to have a long leisurely journey through time and space for a change.
<JenKoko> ! Roxana> ::startles:: Time?
<JenKoko> ! Doc> ::points upward:: Oh look, it's Cassiopeia... the "singing sisters""
<JenKoko> ! Doc> I believe I visited a planet once in that sector--
<JenKoko> ! Roxana> Metebelis, home of the blue crystal cave.
<PierceBond> <any symbol open for ship interior?>
<JenKoko> ! Doc> Yes. How long since you saw it Roxana?
<JenKoko> ! Roxana> Um, what?
<JenKoko> ! Doc> Metebelis. You remember wanting to go there?
<JenKoko> ! Roxana> Yes.
<JenKoko> ! Doc> Why?
*** PierceBond is now known as Frax
<JenKoko> ! Roxana> There's a perfect crystal there with the ability to drive men mad or clarify the mind.
<Frax> % = Interior of the Flying Montecarlo
<DWFred> <sorry, things are really bad and I have to leave>
<JenKoko> ! Roxana> A friend once told me-- ::squeezes herself and looks around sharply::
<Frax> <Are you ok?>
<DWFred> <i'm okay, but bad arguement is all>
<DWFred> <sorry to leave>
<Frax> <take cared >
<IrishTCat> <<Bye >> 
<Frax> <night>
<DWFred> <bye all, talk to you later>
*** DWFred has quit IRC (Exit: Leaving)
<JenKoko> <Take care David.>
<Frax> % ::Frax heads past the passenger halls into shiny steel service corridors and takes a crew's lift to the very center of the Montecarlo, carefully followed by Fred and Bond::
<Frax> % ::Pausing at a fire evacuation plan, Frax lifts it's frame and punches a security code into a hidden lock::
<JenKoko> ! Doc>::studies Roxana a second then scoffs:: Of course you'd hear about the curse. Silly old pirate tales.
<JenKoko> ! Doc> These days I think I enjoy the clarity of a long restful journey.
<JenKoko> ! Doc> Don't you?
<JenKoko> ! Roxana> ::relaxes a bit:: Yes, the Montecarlo is all I need now.
<JenKoko> ! :: the steel drum band kicks up another lively tune::
<Frax> % :::Frax enters a secret panel that opens and Bond glides forward slipping his cigarrette case  into the closing security lock, jamming it open:::
<JenKoko> ! Roxana> I think we're missing the party.
<JenKoko> ! Doc> ::inhales sneeze-free:: I seem to be all recovered. Shall we? ::extends an arm::
<Frax> % ::Fred and Bond carefully sneak thru the secret panel and follow Frax as he winds thru a mazelike passage, They freeze when they see it open into what appears to be the largest computer either one had ever seen::
<JenKoko> ! Roxana> ::takes arm and leaves for the deck party dance floor::
<JenKoko> <pause Doc>
<JenKoko> <Pause Roxana>
<JenKoko> <brb... nature calls>
<Frax> % Both walls and ceiling appear to be made of rapidly blinking lights:::
<Frax> % ::Frax passes his palm over a raised platform and a huge control panel extends::
<Frax> % ::A monitor shows a flickeri image of the Doctor inside a slighting shimmering blue field::
<Frax> % ::::Frax opens his toolkit and extracts a jury rigged cylindrical scanner:: Okay Bessie... tell me where it hurts and I'll make it all better
<Frax> <pause Frax, Bond, Blitz and Fred>
<JenKoko> <pause all?>
<JenKoko> <Sorry. Back and better now.>
<IrishTCat> <<<Hrmmm Nature should learn to leave a message at the beep  >> 
<Frax> <I think I wrapped our bit>
<JenKoko> <Hey Nature was fighting me for the last half hour. I have amazing willpower.>
<Frax> <:-)>
<JenKoko> <PAUSE SIM>>
<JenKoko> <<CUT AND PRINT>>
<Frax> Yay
<JenKoko> Bravo!
<JenKoko> Roses for all the players.
*** Frax is now known as TheBrig
<JenKoko> Chocolate roses, that is.
<TheBrig> Please forgive the flubs kind of hard to follow things tonight
<IrishTCat> Yuck  What am I going to do with roses 
Session Close: Thu Jan 30 23:11:28 2003