Session Start: Thu Feb 06 21:39:35 2003 Session Ident: #whosim * Logging #whosim to 'C:\Documents and Settings\Jennifer\Desktop\montecarlo4.AustNet.txt' Session Start: Thu Feb 06 21:39:39 2003 Session Ident: #whosim Session Close: Thu Feb 06 21:39:39 2003 Sounds like a good idea. CASTING CALL please! <==========Fred < ===== Bond (for Cody) otherwise the females as needed <<<----Irish T (Help I am trapped by a pscho human) Cat <=====Frax{Engineer} I nedd the work. <=== The Doctor, shimmering and all Where do we start, I'm new at this. Yes. <::slips into characters::> Yes? *** JenK is now known as BondFemalesJen <<>> <<>> <<>> @ = Computer Room # = sickbay # = Sickbay @ ::in the middle of a room filled with dozens of computer monitors and memory banks, Bond hides in the shadows of a large file server:: #:: The Doctor begins to flicker wildly.:: # ::Irish struggles against his bonds as he looks at the shimmering Doctor :: @ ::: Fred hides next to Bond, peering around the corner of the file server::: @ Bessie> ::hoarse yet sultry female voice:: Mete... Mete... Bbbb..ilis. Mmmmm... etebilis. # Harley > Meow !!! :: She smacks the bars of her cage with claws but all they do is clang :: @ ::the Doctor's face fills each and every monitor in the room.:: # NurseC> :::Is distracted momentarily by the Doctor's flickering.:: What??? > # ::Irish gathers his energy to alter his shape to slip free of the bonds holding him :: #NurseC> :::Walks over to the Doctor's medibed to respond to an alarm signal:: He is probably doing this to himself. >> @ uh oh I better start my work on bessie's repairs pronto! # Harley > ::in cat :: The cage is too hard to get free off .. #NurseC> :::Slaps at some switches:: He needs to be stabilized. @ :::whispering::: So, what have we discovered, Pierce? @ Bessie> Ddddoc... Doc...tttor. :::monitors close in very tight on Doctor's visage:: #:::Just then the door to the sickbay swings open, with light pouring in from behind a figure at the door.::: # ::: Doctor Von Schmidt looks disdainfully at the scene in the room and strides in.::: I start to inspect bessie thouroughly. @ Bond> ::nodding to the overhead monitors:: From the looks of it a highly sophisticated security system. Though I don't think I've ever seen anything so elaborate before. # Irish > ::in cat:: The bonds seem to stretch with me big sister .. @ I have, but it was a long time ago and far away. # ::Dr Von Schmidt raises his eyebrows at seeing Nurse Chapel:: Well, is everything under cointrol here? I ahd expected to find the learned Dr. Chrono-Von-Meter @ Bessie> ::voice flinches when Frax sticks a probe in her control circuits:: Fffraaax! Cccccoooold. # ::Irish ears flicker back and forth as he hears the distorted voice of the Maker :: for game speech, ok?> #NurseC> No problem, sir, the learned Doctor you speak of has retired for the night. @ It seems to be having some problems. @ Bessie> ::voice changes pitch from sultry low to shrill high:: Mmmm ete.. bEEEEEEElis. # :::The medibed panel continues its klaxon alarm, very obnoxious.:: @ Bond> ::sticks finger in ear at sound:: Too right. How that many can manage to stand so close and not go deaf... @ Maybe it's his Gallifreyan metabolism, or something. @ Bessie> ::shrill voice speeds up:: Metebilis..Metebilis...MetebilisMetebilisMetebilis #::Doctor leans toward the medibed panel::: Let me see, dear, there might be a simple solution, there often is. *** Drax has quit IRC (eerie.mi.us.austnet.org webmaster.ca.us.austnet.org) @ Why is there an image of the Doctor floating around? @ Bond> I was just wondering the same. Perhaps it's stuck? # :: Dr Von Schmidt locates a specific switch on the medibed and manipulates it wildly.::: # ::He smiles::: # ::The image of the Doctor on the medibed shimmers violently and then suddenly vanishes::: @ Frax> ::continues working on the control panel pulling out a hypospanner:: Don't worry old girl. Won't hurt a bit. @ I think it's a telepathic monitoring system. Perhaps it's also causing the telepathic interference? # ::The Doctor has wiped the memory of the medibed and it becomes silent.::: # ::Irish blinks in amazement as one of the Doctor vanishes :: #NurseC> Why thank you, Doctor, that was becoming quite a bother to the other patients and myself. @ Bessie> ::shrill changes to groan and back again:: MetebilisMetebilisMete... Dddoc...ttor...Dddoc.. ttor... Crys...Crys..Crys...CrystalCrystalCrystal. # ::Harley growls softly in her throat :: @ Bond> Or being disrupted by telepathic interference. I wonder. # Not at all, my dear, not at all. Any time I can be of assistance please feel free to call on my *ahem* superior knowledge and training. #NurseC> :::Turns back to Irish with a smile:: Now, back to this one... @ ::wry smile:: Well, it looks like 'Frax' hasn't lost his technical skills. # Well, it seems very interesting, nurse, but I think I will be retiring to the upper decks for the Midnight Deck Party, now fully in swing. # ::irish growls now :: #NurseC> That sounds very nice, I wish I could go instead of missing another fun event because of extra duty. *** Drax has joined #whosim *** BondFemalesJen sets mode: +o Drax #Well, the duty is there, but it hardly needs to be done NOW. We could pop off to the party for a while and you could return to finish your work. *** Drax has quit IRC (Exit: Leaving) *** Drax has joined #whosim *** BondFemalesJen sets mode: +o Drax #NurseC> Well, that does sound tempting... I am sorry about that. # And I am sure that when you return to your efforts here you will be reinvigorated. # Harley > :::bites at the bars but making no progress:: #NurseC> :::Smiles at the Doctor:: Well, if you are so determined to be gallant about it, how can I say no? # Very good, let's be off to the celebration, you first, oh guardian angel of health! Yes! # Irish > ::in cat :: If she leaves that would be very convient .. @ ::::Bond and Fred continue to covertly watch Frax's repair work::: #NurseC> :::Smiles and follows the Doctor's gesture to exit first::: Why thank you, kind sir! @ Bond> ::leans in for a closer look:: What do you think he's doing? # Harley > ::in cat:: Shes leaving .. @ Bessie> DocDocDocDocDocDocDoc.... $ = Deck Party @ Trying to fix this "Bessie", in his usual ham-handed way. # Harley > Did you notice the unsual occurance of the two Doctors ? @:::FRax starts to restore memory to Bessie and reboot main system:::> $:::The deck is lavishly decorated and full of lights, fog machines, tropical palms in huge pots, music, tables, and an active dance floor.::: @ ::with the turn of the hypospanner Bessie's voice levels in pitch and speed:: # Irish > Yes I did ::irish slowly begins to mroph but the bonds strink in reaction :: $ ::Out into the party walks the Doctor and Nurse Chapel. They gather some refreshment and then watch as Lavia begins organizing a congo line.::: @ Bessie>DocDocDocDoctor Doctor Doctor .... ::suddenly falls silent:: # Harley > So which was realer ? The one that vanishes or the one who is walking around that doesnt know you ? @ ::the Doctor's image vanishes from the monitors as all go blank:: @ Bessie> Thank you Chief Engineer Frax. @:::Easy Bessie soon hve you back to normal:::> # Irish > I think they are both real .. The one on the bed was the energy projection of the Doctor who doesnt know me.. @ :::whispering more softly, now that the racket has ceased::: What now? @ ::the monitors flicker on again showing various parts of the ship.. the Pool Deck, the Medical Deck, the staircases, and one focuses on the computer room:: #Lavia> Really darlings, how nice to see you here at last. Join us! ::She waves a hand then continues her conga:: # ::Irish relaxes :: This is futile .. I cant get free of these bonds .. @ ::the monitor focusing on the computer room pans around catching on an unfamiliar face:: @ Bessie> INTRUDER! INTRUDER! ::alarms blare:: # Harley > I cant make a dent in this cage either .. So what are we going to do little brother ? #:::The Doctor takes Nurse Chapel's hand and leads her into the conga line, where they are inserted between Lavia and Roxana. They touch each other's brhinds conga line style as they gyrate around the room.::: @ uh-oh... @ ::all monitors focus on Bond's face caught peeking around a memory bank:: $::The dance gathers new participants and the line grows. Those not dancing begin clapping along.::: @ Bond> ::sees himself and pushing Fred further behind him:: I'll handle this. @ Bond> ::steps forward as if a wandering tourist:: Oh my, I wonder what a setup like this cost you. # Irish > At moments like these I expect something to happen.. @ If you insist. $ :::The fog machines are turned up and portions of the conga line weave in and out of sight as the clouds of fog drift by, the blinking lights shining strangely through the fog puffs::: @ Bond> ::address Frax:: A pretty bundle, I bet. @ ::the computer room door slides open and Security Chief Blitz charges in taser drawn:: @ Blitz> What's the problem Frax? #:::The three ladies are obviously becoming quite fond of Doctor Von Schmidt and laugh with him as he whispers to them at various times during the dance, leaning close to them::: #Bond> Leave thi alone,please It is very delicate equiopment,and I just fixed it:::> @ :::a puzzled expression comes over Fred's face::: # Harley > Like what ? Do you expect the power to go off ? @ Bond> Oh I meant no harm, I was just admiring the set up. # Irish > Well that would be offly conveienet but I dont expect that to happen .. @ Blitz> Right, I bet ye were. So what's yer game Bond is it? Here to do a little midnight pinching of the company's wares? @ :::muttering to herself:: $::The dancing and shouting increases to a crescendo.::: @ Why hasn't that monitoring computer spotted me? $ ::Then, suddenly, the lights and power go off.::: $:::As eyes try to refocus, there is an absence of sight amidst the darkness and fog::: @ Bond> I am no common thief, I'm just a passenger out for a walk. @ Blitz> Like pirates don't take candy from little girls either. @ Blitz> Perhaps a few weeks in the brig would do him good. ::moves menacingly on Bond:: @ ::::Fred decides to be bold::: @ ::she steps out and advances towards the group::: # ::The bonds and locks click open as Irish and Harley escape :: $ ::No sound except for the sound of people, as the music is duddenly silent. Soon shuffling feet and concerned voices can be heard.::: @ Leave him alone. He was just showing me around and we got lost. # Irish > The drugs must be waring off because my head feels a little clearer now .. @ Bond> ::frowns at Fred but continues pleasantly:: Exactly, we were only taking a stroll when we came across this impressive computer... # Harley> I am impressed . What do you think happened ? @ Blitz> Told ya, a no-good thief you are. Right, there's only one place for you. ::reaches for Bond's wrists:: # Irish > I have a feeling that my other companion is involved somehow .. Lets get away from here before that crazy human comes back and wants to operate on me .. <*poof*> *** Dr10 has quit IRC (Exit: Leaving) <> @ :::Fred looks even more puzzled and waves her hand in front of Blitz's face::: @ Bessie> GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT! INTRUDER... INTRUDER... GET... OUT! # Harley > Follow me .. ::Harleys eyes glow in the dark as she jumps down to the floor :: @ Blitz> ::nods to the monitors:: That thing alright Frax? #Bond This computer is to fragile for othe tha an engineers delicate hands:::> @ Why don't they see me? Why doesn't that computer see me? # Irish > Ok . ::Irishs eyes glow as well as he takes time out to claw up the helmet on his head :: @ Blitz> So not just a common thief but a saboteur. Right, in the Brig with you. @ Blitz> ::manhandles Bond by the arm:: # ::The emergency lights come on lighting up the area in crimson :: @ Bond> Please this is ridiculous. Why would even want to do such a stupid thing while we're in flight? @ Bond> That's like cutting out the brakes in a tight spin around a mountain. @ :::to Bessie::: Hey you, keep quiet please! @ ::she rests her hand on Bessie's control panel::: @ :::Suddenly, an electric charge is released, flowing into Bessie:::: @ :::the control panel sparks madly and shorts out::: @ ::THE ROOM FALLS DARK AND SILENT:: @ ::MOMENTS LATER, BESSIE'S POWER RETURNS AND FILLS THE ROOM WITH CRIMSON EMERGENCY LIGHTS:: @ Blitz> ::without a glance turns and walks out of the computer room alone:: @ :::Fred shots a shocked glance Bond's way::: $ ::low scarlet light shines again on the Pool Deck bathing everyone in eerie crimson:: $ ::the steel drum band picks up its tune where it left off:: $ ::Lavia, Roxana and the crew resume their dance as if they'd never stopped:: $ ::except where there was a tall bearded man in line between them, there is an empty space:: $ ::Roxana fills the gap between Lavia and herself. They resume the Congo:: $ ::Across the dance floor, Nurse Chapel swiftly walks off through the crowd on a rote course to the crew lift:: $ ::without a smile, look or word, Nurse Chapel makes her way down toward the lower levels of the ship:: <> @ Bond> Come on. While the gettin's good. ::drags Fred out the computer room doors and after Blitz:: @ ::the corridor is lit only with scarlet track lighting on the floor and ceiling:: @ Bond>::follows the sound of receding footsteps:: @ Fred> What's happening? It's like they just forgot about us. @ Bond> I don't know but I bet that computer has a few of the answers. Telepathic you said? @ Bond> Like it reads minds? @ Fred> In a way. Thought is just a form of energy. All energy can be monitored if you pick the correct wavelength... ::blushes under Bond's confused look:: I know a lot about energy. @ Fred> ::eyes widen on realization:: Oh my, I wonder if-- @ Bond> Sssh! ::listens to the near silent footsteps:: We're losing him. @ Bond> ::drags Fred along the twisting corridors in vain search of Blitz's footsteps:: @ Fred> ::stops in the middle of an empty intersection:: We lost him. @ Bond> ::looks around, listens for any sound, even sniffs the air:: @ Fred> Um Pierce, why are we following Blitz anyway? We should be getting a better look at that computer. @ Bond> Call it investigator's instinct. Something doesn't smell right about this and I want to know where that "security officer" is going so quickly. @ Bond> ::his nose picks a direction and he pulls Fred along:: @ ::Bond and Fred head along the corridors toward the Aft section stairs, hand in hand, guided only by crimson light and a sense for trouble:: <> <<> Where are we in the script? <> Thank you > Well I guess I didn't do to bad first time around.> <<>> <<>> Bravo! thanks, I appreciate it Bravo to Duncan! Did ya have fun? sorry all, Sarah is sick and I had to take out both the dogs I know. When do they ever take you out? good job, everyone and hurray to Duncan ;) Yes ,only, I wish a had better timing. meow Meow You will elarn they were showing The Frighteners on Sci-Fi Dead Zone is on now .. USA Looking forward to next weeks game and script on Thursday! Same Character I hope! the part near the end is where I got the idea for Keegan to meet his family in the afterlife, before he came back Sure. you can have him. I'll reserve Drax for you next week. Which should be the finale, btw. Maybe i'll do better with Frax next time, and he might have more lines then?> Sure. You're free to improvise things outside the script. We just try to set a basic minimum so the story makes sense. *** Drax has quit IRC (Exit: Leaving) Bye. Bye Drax Session Close: Thu Feb 06 23:05:00 2003