Session Start: Wed Jul 21 21:56:50 1999
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<RuthD> Hi folks!
<AlxKeegan> Hi Mary!
<JenK> Hi Mary!
<DoctorT> Hello e you, Ruth.
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<DoctorT> Wow, what a nice group we have forming here!
<JenK> Did you all register your nicknames?
<DoctorT> I did not yet.
<RuthD> I just did, Jen - RuthD
<AlxKeegan> Oh, Tuna, we got that issue of Doctor Who monthly back in if you still want it
<MsTegan> Hello back....
<MsTegan> Talking to mom, sort of distracted...
<DoctorT> Yes I do.
<JenK> To register Tuna just type /msg NickServ register yourpassword
<AlxKeegan> Plus tomorrow the owner is ordering "Sirens of time", ordered copies for Jen, Tuna, Rob and I, I will let you know when they come in
<DoctorT> Goodie!
<RuthD> Jen, I'm going to need a lot of help with my sim idea - I don't have an ending
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<DoctorT> What say we try and get started? We could set a new record!
<MsTegan> Sounds good Tuna...
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<IrishTCat> Register what ?  
<JenK> Ok Ruth. I'll churn my brain to it over the weekend.
<JenK> Ok, time to begin. Costumes!!!
<DoctorT> < === The Doctor
<JenK> <Your IRC nickname Rob. We'll talk about it after the sim>
<IrishTCat> ::has forgotten everything he remembers about registering names:: 
<AlxKeegan> <============Prince Regan
<AndLibrar> <== The Andorian Librarian
*** AlxKeegan is now known as PrinceReg
<JenK> <==== Bek
<IrishTCat> <<~~~~~Irish T{Not the Doctor} Cat 
<MsTegan> <==== dumb Grum, and proud of it!
<DoctorT> <tee hee>
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<IrishTCat> [[::Drinking Green Alcohol tonight::}} 
<DoctorT> [had Sumatran coffee tonight ... zing!]
<JenK> <Ready for action?>
*** JenK is now known as Grum
<DoctorT> <break a leg>
<PrinceReg> I think so, got the credits ready, everyone  have fun
<MsTegan> <Whew finally ready....it is hard to tell your Mom you want to role play!>
<PrinceReg> <<New Adventures of Doctor Who Simulation: The Renegades>>
<PrinceReg> <<The Uncertainty Principle, Part 2>>
<PrinceReg> <<By Jen Kokoski>>
<AndLibrar> <go! go! go! Alle! Alle! Alle!>
<Grum> @ = Isis sand temple
<DoctorT> <I sense a great performance by you all tonite>
*** Grum is now known as Bek
<MsTegan> <I wanna be Grum!>
<DoctorT> # = Library
<Bek> <Whoops, forgot who I was. :)>
*** MsTegan is now known as Grum
<Bek> <Sorry Mary. Age you know. My mind is going. I can feel it.>
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor is rehashing what he learned from Houdini about how to untie himself while under water as he flies through the air, expecting at any moment to hit the surface of the ocean water.:::
<PrinceReg> # :::Regan repeats the mantra the Doctor gave him as he hits the water::::
<AndLibrar> #:::note: reclassifying volume 4678886-Zed to 4678886a-Zed:::
<Bek> @ ::rebounds off closed TARDIS doors with a bang::
<AndLibrar> #:::click-click-ping:::
<PrinceReg> #::however, instead of being cold and wet, he lands on a hard surface::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor suddenly hits a hard surface but it isn't water.:::
<PrinceReg> # Ooooooooooofffffff!!!
<Grum> @ ::Standing with mouth open::
<Bek> @ You're not getting away that easy! ::pummels doors with fist::
<Grum> @ Gee, Beck, you can usually knock a door down with a single blow!  
<IrishTCat> $ ::Irish jumps through the door expecting to be in Home but is surpirsed to be somewhere else::
<PrinceReg> #:::instead of a splash of water, a spray of hard-bound books lands on top of him::
<PrinceReg> # Owieee!!!
<AndLibrar> #:::RAM cache being purged.  Examines data files.  Deletes several pieces::
<DoctorT> # ::: With a crash the Doctor slams into a large bookshelf and falls into a heap on a lovely wooden parquet floor. Books fall off the shelf and onto his head, startling him once again.:::
<Grum> @ I told you! Don't make the StarGod mad!
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish stops suddenly and slides on the rubber pad
<Grum> @ Knock nice.  Maybe the StarGod will open the door if we knock nice.
<Bek> @ For the last time there ARE NO STARGODS, yellow monkey. ::growls:: 
<PrinceReg> #:::Regan unearths himself from the books::::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor shakes his head in amazement.::: My word, wlere there is certainly one element of certainty in all of this!
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor looks around at the obvious interior of a library::: Nothing is certain!
<PrinceReg> # Was that caused by that mantra you gave me, Doctor?
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish looks at the book that almost clobbers him::  Umm Big Fish .. 
<Grum> ::Curls lips around teeth and growls back::  Yes, there are! How do you explain us being here, then?
<PrinceReg> #:::shakes his head and looks around::::
<AndLibrar> #:::RAM cache being purged: Examines downloaded graphics.  Replaces the ones marked "Candice's Candy Store":::
<Bek> @ ::backs away:: It must be locked.
<Grum> ::Walks up to the blud box::
<IrishTCat> # Hello Maker ..  ::Irish looks unsurprised to see the Doctor:: 
<Grum> @ Just wait, let me try knocking!
<AndLibrar> #:::click-click-click-cha-ching-pong:::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor knocks away some books and brings himself to his feet, grumbling as he rises.:: Well let's see, if I stand up I may find myself no longer in a library, but at the Firefalls of Golgathon or perhaps at a use car auction.
<Bek> @ ::scans door closely:: It looks primitive. I should be able to knock it down.
<Grum> @ ::Knocks on door politely:: Oh most celestial StarGod sir, won't you please open the door?
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor hears a familiar voice and turns towards with it with a smile:: Aha, well, so nice to see you good cat!
<PrinceReg> # It does indeed look like a library....
<Bek> @ ::notices the primitive keylock sway slightly under Grum's knock::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor frowns a bit::: But wait a minute, which Irish are you? From my timeline, or perhaps from your future?
<AndLibrar> #:::click-click-*BEEP**BEEP*-click-ching:::
<IrishTCat> # This isnt Home. 
<Grum> @ No Bek! We shouldn't knock it down!
<Bek> @ What's this? ::flips aside the primitive lock face and finds a more complicated electronic coding device::
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<PrinceReg> #:::looks around and sees a portal behind them, picturing where they came from:::
<IrishTCat> # I thought Home had come to find me but instead I ended up here..  
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<Bek> @ Ah, I see. ::smiles broadly:: No Grum, we can't knock it down.
<AndLibrar> #::*BEEP*unauthorized download. *BEEP* unauthorized download::
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish looks at Maker as if hes lost his all his marbles:: 
<PrinceReg> #:::sees the Doctor talking to a green cat:::
<AndLibrar> #::ching-click-click-click::
<Bek> @ ::backs up a step:: At least not with a trionic forcefield engaged.
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor looks from Irish to Regan::: Well, allow me some introductions. Prince Regan, this is Irish my companion. Well, now that we are all together perhaps we can sort this out.
<Grum> @ ::relieved:: I agree! What the gods want is to be worshiped properly!  ::Falls to knees in front of door::  
<Bek> @ ::aims blaster at door and sets level to full::
<PrinceReg> # Hello Irish :::smiles at the cat::
<Grum> @ :: Doesn't see Bek, Bows head to floor three times.::
<IrishTCat> # You are the troublesome boy on the exploding ship ..  
<Bek> @ ::shakes head at Grum and fires blaster as Grum's head bows the third time::
<Bek> @ ::blast engulfs the TARDIS doors with the lock as the epicenter::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor begins inspecting the library:: Interesting place, libraries. You see, Irish, if you are from our future, then at some point in my future when you go off to meet me here I will have to stay behind because I won't want to meet myself, so to speak. So, make sure to remind me if this happens at some point.
<Grum> @ :: Jumps and bangs head on the door:: What in the heck?
<Bek> @ ::the doors warp and groan under the energy::
<Grum> @ <Door = floor>
<IrishTCat> # Maker Did the falling books give you a brain injury ?  
<AndLibrar> #::ping-click-click-cha-chung::
<Grum> @ ::Scrambles to feet and apporaches Bek::
<Bek> @ ::blows imaginary blast dust off tip of blaster:: That should do it.
<Grum> @ I don't think that was such a good idea, captain!
<PrinceReg> #:::Regan stands up, getting out from under the rest of the books:::
<PrinceReg> #::He looks around with interest at their surroundings:::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor wanders down an aisle::: Still, the place looks awfully familiar. But then, libraries can be similar in many ways. Good to see they still have books in this one. I'm surprised we haven't found a tribe of wizened librarians doing upkeep.
<Grum> @ The Stargod would not want us to ruin his pretty temple:
<Bek> @ ::holsters blaster and steps over Grum for the door:: That's why I'm the Captain and you're just... Grum, Grum.
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor smiles::: Brain injury? Well, no more than usual....
<Bek> @ ::pushes against TARDIS door, this time it bends under the slight pressure::
<IrishTCat> # You went after the boy and I went to deal with the Pirates and then an explsoion of white light sent me to a desert .. 
<Bek> @ I deactivated the forcefield protecting it. One could push should knock it down know.
<Grum> @ ::Scratches head doubtfully:: If you say so Captain... Want help?
<Bek> <know=now>
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor rests his chin in his hands:: Not the Great Library of Roumelius. Too much gravity for that.
<AndLibrar> #::click-click-beep.::
<Grum> @ ::Moves beside Grum and starts to push::
<Bek> @ ::tries pushing with two hands but the doors only bulge and push back::
<PrinceReg> #:::He takes in the bookshelves and the portals::
<IrishTCat> # One of the Pirates was very intelligent and the other sort of stupid ..  
<DoctorT> # ::Nods:: Yes, the great explosion. Yes, we are on the same timeline. So don
<Grum> <Darn, beside Bek>
<DoctorT> 't  remind me in the future when you go off to meet me here, should that ever happen.
<Bek> @ ::grunts:: It looks woord, but it must be reinforced with metal.
<IrishTCat> [[Guess which one is the smart one according to Irish ;) ]]
<PrinceReg> #::::he holds his chin in one hand while he thinks::::
<Bek> @ Come on, we'll have to put out backs into it.
<Grum> @ But what if we ruin the pretty door, sir? Won't the Stargod be mad?
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor raise a finger:: Perhaps the Bibliopolis of Xeron Nova?
<Bek> @ Your tongue Grum, your tongue.
<PrinceReg> #:::He smiles and snaps his fingers::: Of course!!
<Grum> @ ::Feels tounge:: What about it sir?
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor wanders down another aisle and looks at a yellow book:: No, they never would have had this volume.
<PrinceReg> #:::He turns excitedly to the Doctor and Irish::
<IrishTCat> # You know where the snacks are ? 
<Bek> @ ::takes a few steps backward and waits for Grum:: Keep it in your mouth or you might loose it when you hit the door.
<AndLibrar> #::zip - bop! - whirrrrrrrrrrrrrr::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor turns::: Or at least a water fountain.
<PrinceReg> # We're in the Andromedan V Archives!
<Grum> @ ::Snaps mouth shut and moves to stand beside Bek:: Yes Captain.
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor snaps his fingers::: Of course, I should have known. Very good, young man, very good.
<PrinceReg> # I've never been there in person before but I've seen plenty of pictures.
<IrishTCat> # Of course . ::Irish looks around:: So you do know where they keep the snacks for sure then ? 
<Bek> @ On three. One... two... three...
<AndLibrar> #::click-click-whrrrrr-ching::
<PrinceReg> # ::regally:: Why, thank you, Doctor.  ::then grins::
<Bek> @ ::barrels into TARDIS doors, shoulder-first::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor strides towards a larger open space::: Well the only real clue we seem to have are those holoprojector portals we have seen.
<Grum> @ ::Bounds forward with a great ape like gait and hits the door::
<IrishTCat> # Like the one in Home  Maker ?  
<PrinceReg> # Hmmmm....what are they used for..::trying to remember::
<Bek> @ ::the doors bulge inward with a loud groan but rebound back::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor walks into a central area, and there are the holoprojector portals on the walls::: Still, the colors could be a bit better.
<AndLibrar> #:::zip - bop - whrrrrrrrrrrrr:::
<Bek> @ ::heavy panting:: Almost. Let's do it again.
<Grum> @ ::Hits doors with head! Sees stars!:: I see him!! The StarGod! ::Wheels with dizziness::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor gestures towards the portals::: You can still see some details on the other side. I hope they don;t decide to return their books right about now.
<Bek> @ ::takes 5 more steps backward and prepares to charge again:: 
<Bek> <LOL Mary>
<Grum>   @ HE's floating all around us! Look! There He is!! ::Points into space::
<DoctorT> # Those dark figures on the left seem trapped in that portal. Hmmm...
<AndLibrar> #:::Whrrrrrrrrrrrrr. *beep*::::
<Bek> @ ::grabs and wrenches Grum's wrist:: You'll be seeing stars permanently if you don't stop dawdling!
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor gestures towards the other portal::: Looks like you weren't being treated any better where you came from, Irish.
<Bek> <stars=stargods>
<PrinceReg> # ::points towards the one portal:: Is that really what we came out of, Doctor?
<Bek> @ On two. One... two...
<Grum> @@::Shakes head and clears away dizziness:: I thought I saw him. Now Grum is sad.
<IrishTCat> # Thats the two that chased me ..  ::Irish looks at the Holojector with a disdainful interest ::
<DoctorT> # I would say so. We must have really shot out of it with some force and at a strange trajectory, hurling us beyond those shelves behind us.
<Bek> @ ::with a primordial roar charges forward into TARDIS doors::
<Grum> @ ::Prepares to hit the door again. Wants to see more stargods.::
<Grum> @::Runs at the door head first, and rams it with all his might::
<PrinceReg> # But...if we can't leave here...aren't we as trapped as they are? :::looking at the others in the portals::
<Bek> @ ::doors bulge so far inward the gap between them gleams with bright white light::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor looks around quizically:: I say, though, not a very well used library, is it?
<IrishTCat> # I could leave if I wanted too but then how would Maker get back to Home?  
<DoctorT> # Trapped? Nonsense, my boy. I am just temporarily delayed.
<Bek> @ ::pain splits through Bek's shoulder as he continues to push:: Keep pushing Grum. It's opening.
<Grum> @ ::Falls at the foot of the door in pure rapture:: StarGods! Millions of them!  Floating all around us!
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor looks at a data console::: Oh, but this console seems busy, data spewing over the screen here....
<Grum> @ ::Reaches towards the door and pushes::  I must touch them!
<Bek> @ ::the doors bulge so far inward light splays out over Grum::
<PrinceReg> # Good, I don't think I'd want to spend the rest of my life here.
<AndLibrar> #:::*beep* cha-ching-pong-pong-bzzzz-*beep*:::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor looks at several consoles:: Yes, I see. Remote users! Of course, they are interested in the data, not the library. You know, something of knowledge can be lost in a purely digital transition!
<Bek> @ ::Bek's shoulder weakens under pain. The doors quickly push back resuming their closed position::
<Bek> @ ::the glimpse of light inside suddenly goes dark::
<PrinceReg> #:::nods, looking around::::
<IrishTCat> # I think instead of me chasing all the knowledge I will let you waste your time Maker and I'll keep watch . ::Irish strecthes out and looks almost asleep:: 
<Grum> @ ::Filled with joy/terror:: Oh no, the stargods are going!  
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor turns and looks towards the doors:: I would prefer someone from the research desk, actually.
<Bek> @ Grrrr! ::pounds door angrily with fists::
<Grum> @ ::Turns to Bek:: We must try again!  I love the little floating stargods!
<Bek> @ Not a chance. I'm getting in there. ::grabs Grum by shoulder and hauls him back 15 steps::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor walks towards a huge desk near the doors and rings a small silver bell on it.::: Hello? Anybody here? 
<PrinceReg> #:::Regan follows the Doctor::
<Bek> @ On one. ONE...!
<Grum> @ ::Follows willinglly::: Goodie, I get to see more stargods!
<DoctorT> # Well, if the service is this bad I will just have to help myself.
<Bek> @ ::roars, still panting but determined to get inside blue box if it's the last thing he does::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor takes out his sonic screwdriver and attempts to use it on a central drawer:::
<AndLibrar> #::The desk shifts.  A large, black rocket shape rises from the surface.  Delicate three pronged claws accordian out from the body::
<DoctorT> # Open sez me....
<Bek> @ ::barrels toward doors with all his might and more::
<PrinceReg> # What's that, Doctor? :::points towards the shape rising from the desk::
<Grum> @ ::Rocks back and forth, roars with all his might:: StarGods here we come! ::Sprints forward with the might of fifty crazed religious fanatics::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor steps back from the desk :: Well, I guess ringing the bell wasn't the right move...
<AndLibrar> #::A series of lights blink inside the upper portion of the rocket:: I.Am. Sor-ree. We. are. closed.
<PrinceReg> # It doesn't look like you're closed.
<Grum> @::Nears door giddy with religious fervor::
<Bek> @ ::the attackers a step away the blue box fades to sandstone::
<AndLibrar> #Please. Exit. To. Your. Left.
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor looks at the rocket-shaped metal device ... it looks somewhat familiar.::: Got to do something about my memory... ::;grumbles::
<Bek> @ ::pummels into sandstone wall with excruciating force::
<IrishTCat> #::Irish's ears twitching are the only sign that he isnt in a deep sleep:: 
<AndLibrar> #Thank.You. Have. A. Nice. Day. *beep*
<Grum> @::Flies through the space where the door WAS, and hits a sandstone pillar right smack in the head::
<Bek> @ ::the wall cracks against his shoulder, pain strikes through him from shoulder to foot::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor smiles at the robotic librarian:: But what if we need to return books? Don't you accept returns after hours? We've been looking for your drop box.
<AndLibrar> #I.Am. Sor-ree. The. Library. Is. Closed.
<PrinceReg> # Are there any terminals that aren't in use?
<Bek> @ RRRRRRRR..... ::crumbles to floor::
<Grum> @ ::Reels with dizziness and sees STARS!:: Look!  There!
<AndLibrar> #Please.exit.
<Grum> @ There they are! More little stargods!
<Bek> @ ::the sandstone column and wall splinter, crack and begin to collapse::
<Grum> @ This..is...the ..true way to see...stargods... ::Begins to feel faint and reel::
<DoctorT> # Why thank ytou for your concern, but I was wondering where I could find a water fountain. So dry here. Good for the books, though.
<Bek> @ ::sand in small grains and large chunks showers Grum::
<AndLibrar> #I. Am. Sor-ree. The. Library. Is. Closed.
<PrinceReg> # Yes, is there a snackbar?
<PrinceReg> # And how about a little boy's room?
<PrinceReg> #::grins mischievously:::
<IrishTCat> #::Irish opens his eyes at the word snack bar:: 
<Grum> @ ::Falls to the ground underneath a chunck of sandstone::
<AndLibrar> #*beep* *beep* *beep* 
<Bek> @ Watch where you're stumbling.... ::grumbles to Grum as he trips over Bek::
<Grum> ::Lands face to face with Bek::
<Bek> @ ::Grum and all the sandstone buries Bek up to his neck::
<Grum> @ Did you see them that time, Captain? All the little stargods?
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor raioses his voice :: You may be a robot, but we have certain biological needs -- like food and water. How about trying to be more user friendly?
<Bek> @ Ah... ow! ::shoulder jostles with dislocated pain::
<AndLibrar> #::program shifts from machine voice to a more human tone:: The Library is closed for internal maintaince.  You are unauthorized.  Please give confirmation codes or leave.
<Bek> @ Get off my arm you oaf. ::growls::
<Bek> @ ::murder gleams in his eyes::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor chuckles::: Of, a cionfirmation code. How about 80223883458622843?
<Grum> @::Beks' tone of voice makes Grum shake his head and take a closer look at his boss::
<DoctorT> <Of = oh> <coin-confirmation>
<AndLibrar> #::coldly:: Human are not authorized during internal maintanence.  Please give confirmation codes or you will be escorted out.
<Bek> @ ::carefully digs himself out with his good right arm and feels his limp left shoulder::
<Grum> @ Oh oh!  ::Sees look in Bek's eyes and rolls off to the side::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor shakes his head:: I gave you a confirmation code! And what about the drop box for overdue books?
<AndLibrar> #*beep* Have a nice day.
<Grum> @::Scrambles as far away as possible from Bek's good arm::
<Bek> @ When I get my hands on these stupid.... err... ow... ::tries to move:: stargods...
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor has always loved vexing machines with too high an opinion of themselves.:::
<PrinceReg> # It doesn't seem to listening to us, Doctor.
<AndLibrar> #Humans are not authorized during internal maintanence.  Security will escort you to the exit.  *beep* Have a nice day.
<Bek> @ ::breathes heavily, wills the pain to cease:: It's out of joint. ::feels shoulder::
<Grum> @ ::Squats in a blue funk:: All the pretty stargods have disappeared!
<Grum> @ ::Points at Bek:: It is your fault, you know!
<PrinceReg> # It's a very rude machine.
<Bek> @ ::just stares blankly at Grum::
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish is looking at all the pretty lights on the console and decides to investigate them:: 
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor nods:: Just because it isn't responding, young man, doesn't mean it isn't listening. It can't help but listen. That switch is always open.
<Grum> @ I told you we should leave the pretty blue temple of the stargod alone!
<Grum> @ Just like me mom always says..be good to the stargods and they be good to you!
<PrinceReg> # When I get back home, I'll have to mention this to my parents, they'll have a talk with the Director!
<AndLibrar> *BEEP* Unauthorized intrusion *BEEP* Internal Security Activated *Beep* have a nice day.
<PrinceReg> #Mmmm...got it.
<Grum> @ Be bad to the stargods and bad things happen to you!
<Bek> @ Just what I need, a superstitious monkey that listens to his mother.
<AndLibrar> <oops#>
<PrinceReg> # Internal security? 
<DoctorT> <How arfe Bek & Grum doing? We're almost at the end.>
<Grum> @::Sniffs and ignores Bek::
<Bek> @ Help me get my shoulder back in place.
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish jumps up on the console and hits all sorts of dials and buttons as he walks across it:: 
<AndLibrar> #::From the stacks area, small menacing boxes approach::
<IrishTCat> # Meow Meow Meow ..  
<Bek> @ ::braces himself against a crack in the sandstone::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor speaks to the robot::: Here, my emerald friend here can perhaps input my confirmation code for you!
<PrinceReg> # You'd better be careful, Irish, you might mess things up!
<Grum> @::Shuffles over, grabs Bek by the shoulder and pops it back into place, then runs away from Bek's good arm::
<IrishTCat> # Hmph .. 
<AndLibrar> #*BREEEEET! BREEET! UNAUTHORIZED! UNAUTHORIZED! BREEEET! BREEET!
<Grum> <We are ready to do the ending, Tuna>
<Bek> @ ::body reels with unforgiving pain, he involuntarily belts his good fist into the wall where Grum stood::
<AndLibrar> #::sends a gout of sparks after cat::
<PrinceReg> #::looks a bit nervously at the security robots:::
<IrishTCat> #::Irish does a complicated little shuffle acrosss the panels:: They call this the Macaroni back on old Earth.. 
<Bek> @ ::roars loud enough to send more sand showering down upon him::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor nods::: I agree with Irish. The way to fight this randomness is with some randomness of our own. Why should I be predictable in a dimension which is anything but?
<AndLibrar> #::More menacing black boxes approach::
<Bek> @ ::his mouth fills with sand making him sputter::
<Grum> @::Shouts at Bek:: Hush! Look! We are blessed!
<Grum> @Here comes a stargod!
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor steps back::: And if we break it perhaps the repair crew will be more talkative.
<Bek> @ ::silences as the pain eases and he spots a small furry creature approaching::
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish pauses in his dance and looks over the panel again:: 
<Grum> @ ::Points to a little calico kitty walking in::
<AndLibrar> #::Two flags; one American, the other Canadian pop out of librarian's head - John Philips Sousa begins to play at ear-splitting volume as the flags wave back and forth.::
<PrinceReg> # It's a possibility, I guess...my parents did tell me now to break other people's toys, though
<PrinceReg> <make that now a not>
<Bek> @ ::the kitten perches atop a chunk of pillar and meows::
<Grum> @ ::Stares with breathless wonder at the cat:: surely this IS a stargod!
<DoctorT> # Now we are getting somewhere!
<Grum> @ ::Moves slowly to the kitty and kneels, touching head to the floor three times::
<Bek> @ ::the kitten's ice-blue eyes stare entrancingly::
<Bek> @ ::Bek whips out his blaster with his good hand::
<AndLibrar> #::arms waving - WARNING! WARNING, WILL ROBINSON, WARNING!::
<Grum> @ Oh wee little stargod, can you forgive us for what we did to your temple?::
<IrishTCat> # I am getting hungry myself.. ::Irish begins to dance again:: 
<Bek> @ :;trains blaster on kitty:: Stargod are you?
<Grum> @ And if not, it was him, not me, that did it, whatever it was we did ::Points to Bek::
<DoctorT> # :::Suddenly holoprojector portals open in the walls, lining the huge library room. The paintings and murals normally covering them are replaced with shimmering portals to somewhere else, which are throwing off sparks and a strange hum.:::
<Bek> @ ::kitten's fur rises, but she just quirks her head at the strange gunbearing ape::
<AndLibrar> #::John Philips Sousa becomes Kate Smith "God Bless America"
<PrinceReg> # What's that noise?
<IrishTCat> # I wonder which button activates the snack bar ? 
<Grum> @ ::Touches head to floor three more times::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor sees a portal open directly opposite them on the wall, behind the robotic librarian. He recognizes it as the portal Irish came through.:::
<Bek> @ Shutup Grum.
<Grum> @Bek, put that up,can't you see the stargod is listening?
<AndLibrar> #::"God Bless America" becomes Celine Dion singing "O Canada":::
<PrinceReg> # ::looks around:: More portals? Outstanding!
<Bek> @ ::glares at kitten as he struggles to stand:: And it'll continue to listen until I find out what I want to know.
<Bek> @ ::to kitten:: Stargod or no stargod, I'm tired of playing these games.
<Grum> @ Wee little stargod, please answer my captian, for he dont know diddlysquat about stargods.
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor shakes his head::: Maybe not, young prince, it depends what comes out of them or stays in them. This one here, for example, doesn't look att that inviting.
<AndLibrar> #::"O Canada" becomes Mick Jagger screaming that he can't get no Satisfaction:::
<Bek> @ Now I want to know just one thing and I want to know NOW. How do we get out of here?! ::growls::
<PrinceReg> # What are those awful noises that thing is making?
<IrishTCat> [[How about a Garth Brooks song ? :) ]] 
<Bek> @ ::kitten looks from Bek to Grum with a curious quirk of her pretty head::
<Grum> @ Please answer him your godliness sir, or he'll just as likely blast you as look at you.
<AndLibrar> #::Flags explode out to flap off the desk - in a paisley explosion and a blare of sitar music, a yellow submarine sails away through a portal::
<Bek> @ :;then she meows softly, followed by another louder meow and so on and so on::
<DoctorT> # :::Suddenly water begins pouring through part of one of the portals. Strange fish from the other side start flapping on the ground.:::
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish looks at the fish with hungry eyes:: 
<Grum> @ "::Moves over to Bek::  I think she's telling you what you want to know, see?
<IrishTCat> # The snackbar ! 
<DoctorT> # :::Out of a portal down thge wall a ways a hot wind gushes out, full of dust and sand.:::
<AndLibrar> #:::"Don't Break My heart, My Ackey-Breaky Heart..."
<PrinceReg> # Umm...that doesn't look good
<Bek> @ In what language? ::waves blaster at kitten:: I said no more games. Where is the exit!!!
<Grum> @ Nice stargod, good stargod, that's right, tell us what we need to know.
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor frowns:: This is not good. I think we are about to be mixed together with a number of different spaces at once. It could get very crowded in here!
<Grum> @ ::Turns to Bek:: what do we want to know anyway,sir?
<Bek> @ ::kitten jumps backward a step when Bek stalks forward::
<AndLibrar> #:::"he was born in the summer of his twenty-seventh year, coming home to place he'd never been before."
<DoctorT> # :::The water begins running down the aisle and starts soaking some of the books on the bottowm stacks.:::
<Bek> @ ::halts in midstep when grum blocks him:: Stop asking stupid questions. We have to get out of here if we're going to find that kid, remember?
<Grum> @ ::Shakes head worridly:: I don't think we should threatend a stargod sir, you know what happened las time!
<PrinceReg> # The books are getting messed up!
<AndLibrar> #:::"Waterloo! I was defeated, you won the war! Waterloo! Promise to love me forever more!"::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor turns to Regan:: Are you familiar with the trial of Alice in THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS?
<IrishTCat> # I dont like the leakage that they have in their snack room . ::Irish looks at the the rising water with concern:: 
<Grum> @ Oh yeah, well, squeaky wheel gets the grease.  Let me ask her.
<PrinceReg> #:::shakes his head uncomprehendingly:::
<Bek> @ ::kitten watches the apes bicker swishing her tail with curious amusement::
<AndLibrar> #:::"Waterloo! Couldn't escape if I wanted to.  Waterloo! Knowing my fate is to be with you!":::
<Bek> @ ::kitten sits back, swishing her tail regally as Grum approaches::
<Grum> @::Slowly approaches the stargod, hand out beckoning:: How do we leave this place? If you please sir?
<Grum> @::Grovels at feet of stargod::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor looks around:: Well, something tells me that after this you won't need to read it.
<Bek> @ ::kitten snifs Grum's hand::
<Grum> @::Cna't help it, tries to pet the stargod::
<DoctorT> # :::The walls begin to shudder and shake::: I'm not sure this space can contain all of this much longer.
<Bek> @ ::she pauses to look at his eyes then meows and brushes against his hand::
<PrinceReg> # Where will we go?
<Bek> @ ::Bek shakes his head in disbelief::
<Grum> @ ::Filled with joy:: Take us out will you, your godliness? See we mean you no harm.
<DoctorT> # We may have to find one of these which looks less threatening and duck through it. But let's look sefore we leap.
<Bek> @ ::kitten purrs, nips Grum's fingertips and darts off toward the jade statue::
<Grum> @::Pets the god, thinking how many people get to touch their god?::
<Grum> @ ::Yelps with pain and clutches hand to chest!::
<IrishTCat> # Why does it always end up with me getting wet in some way. ::Irish looks at the water with rising concern:: 
<DoctorT> # :::A loud honking is heard. From one portal is emerging several front ends of huge gas guzzling cars from the 1950's. On the oither side of the portal is a freeway full of traffic.:::
<Bek> @ ::sees kitten linger across the foot of the jade cat statue a moment then disappear in the darkness under its legs::
<Bek> @ That's it! ::triumphant::
<PrinceReg> # Good idea
<Grum> @ ::Looks at Bek, confused:: stargods are supposed to be nice when you be nice...why did he hurt Grum?  Grum be good!
<IrishTCat> # Maybe I could figure out how to shut all these portals down. ::Irish studies the controls with care :: 
<Bek> @ Come on. ::blaster in hand, charges over to jade statue::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor frowns at the front end of a huge Pontiac::: Not that one.
<Grum> @::Follows Bek sadly, head down::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor looks at the portal from Isis:: This one seems to be changing!
<IrishTCat> [[Its starting to thunder here]] 
<AndLibrar> #UNAUTHORIZED DOWNLOAD *BREEEEET* UNAUTHORIZED DOWNLOAD - TERMINAL WILL BE OFFLINED - UNAUTHORIZED DOWNLOAD!
<Bek> @ ::rolls eyes at Bek:: Maybe it was playing...or just testing you.
<DoctorT> # Say, Irish, what's on the other side of that one.
<IrishTCat> # The Pirates .. 
<PrinceReg> <sorry rob>
<Grum> @ ::Confused and sad, follows Bek blindly:: Grum be good.
<Bek> @ Look! ::sees a black empty void under the legs of the statue:: It's a door to somewhere.
<AndLibrar> #*BREEET! BREET! BREEET!*
<Grum> @ ::Perks up:: Let's follow the stargod!
<Bek> <where are you guys in the library?>
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor realizes his feet are starting to get wet as the water rises. The entire library tips to one wide and the water begins to gather on one side of the space. Shelves and books slide that way and go tumbling into the gathering water.:::
<PrinceReg> # ::looks at all the different portals::
<DoctorT> <In front of the Portal you will come out of>
<Bek> <ready for us?>
<PrinceReg> #:::Struggles to keep his footing:::
<DoctorT> <one wide = one side>
<DoctorT> <Come on>
<IrishTCat> [[I think I am going to sign off just in case. Night everyone .. ::waves at people::]]
<AndLibrar> #:::A pair of eyes peek out of the water::
<PrinceReg> <night Rob!!>
<Bek> <Nite Rob!>
<DoctorT> <TTFN>
<Grum> <bye Rob>
<AndLibrar> <night Rob!>
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<Bek> @ ::sticks hand through black void and feels it tingle::
<Bek> @ ::the void swirls pulling Bek forward::
<Grum> @::Pushes Bek, and tries to enter::
<Bek> @ Grum! ::reaches back for him but gets drawn into the portal::
<DoctorT> # Prince, Irish, we need to find one of these portals and go through it. Something tells me this archive is about to, well, fill up with unfortunate elements.
<PrinceReg> #::peers ahead:::something's coming thru!
<Grum> @ ::Feels himself sucked into the portal and sees little swirling lights in the dark black::
<PrinceReg> #:::nods in agreement::
<Grum> @ ::Thinks:: This is surely way to the home of the stargods!
<AndLibrar> <It's time for me to sign off too, guys, sorry and goodnight>
<Bek> # ::tumbles out of portal with a splash of ape and sand into a puddle of water::
<Bek> <Night Ruth!>
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor steps towards the Isis portal::: I say, Irish, you didn't answer my question. How is this one?
<Grum> <bye Ruth>
<AndLibrar> <Night everyone!>
*** Quits: AndLibrar (Quit: Leaving)
<PrinceReg> <night Ruth!>
<PrinceReg> # Doctor....:::looks frightened for a moment:::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor looks down at the emaciated ape creature in the puddle of water.::: Never mind, I have my answer.
<Bek> # ::gathers himself quickly, sputtering water and reaching for his blaster::
<PrinceReg> # Those are Starhunters!
<Grum> # ::The portal spits Grum out with force, right over Bek and into the library::
<Grum> # ::Bumps head and sees stars::
<Bek> # ::finds himself surrounded by shelves, books, tables and in sight he sees Regan::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor points to the right::: This way, we'll pick a portal and try and go through it. I hope we make the right choice!
<Grum> # ::Stargods!  I sees stargods!  Bright lights! Stars! Voices! Hear them Bek?
<PrinceReg> # Yes Doctor!!!
<Bek> # There he is! ::jumps to his feet, waving his blaster and charging forward to Regan::
<DoctorT> # :::All of a sudden the black boxes (security monitors) who have gathered begin sending out electric shocks.::: 
<PrinceReg> #:::Begins running towards the right::::
<Bek> # ::along the way, Irish jumps into the starhunters path::
<Grum> # ::Hears "The right choice" and thinks, yes, there is the voice of reason!::
<PrinceReg> #:::dodges energy beams as he runs for a portal:::
<Grum> # ::Shakes head to clear vision and turns to follow the voice, the Doctor::
<Bek> # You're not going to stop me now. ::growls at Irish, fires blaster at Regan's direction::
<DoctorT> #Black Boxes> Library is closed. Come back tomorrow. :::ekectric arcs reach out, several fish get zapped.:::
<Bek> # ::blast rebounds off library shelf singing a dozen books and sending more tumbling down::
<Grum> ::Mutters:: I want to make the right choice, wait for me!
<Grum> ::Sloshes after the Doctor::
<Bek> # Stop kid! You're mine. ::chases after Regan, firing wildly::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor sets off running down the watery aisle over the now eneven floor. A brick falls from the ceiling and barely misses his head.:::
<PrinceReg> #:::nears the portal, looks back for Irish or the Doctor:::
<Bek> # ::sloshes through water, avoiding books tumbling down::
<Grum> ::Dodges bricks and picks up pace following the Doctor::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor sloshes towards a portal and he looks through it. On the other side, he sees a strange green river.:::
<PrinceReg> #:::thru the portal, Regan sees a white river flowing serenely thru an unknown countryside:::
<Grum> # Surely this is a stargod prophet, following the "right choice"
<Bek> # ::Irish lunges around bookshelf, growing to the size of a lion to roar the ape back a step from Regan::
<DoctorT> # :::A black box security monitor fires a bot of electricity which his the Doctor right on his posterior.:::
<Grum> # ::Edges up behind the Doctor::
<DoctorT> # Yow! :::The Doctor jumps up in the air.:::
<PrinceReg> #:::Sees the green lion, figures it is Irish:::
<Bek> # ::library shakes and rolls::
<DoctorT> # :: The Doctor shouts as he jumps through the portal showing the green river.::: Irish, Regan, this one looks good!
<Grum> # Yells! Touched by the gods!! Touched by the gods! ::Convinced now he is following a stargod prophet::
<PrinceReg> # Whoaaaaaaaaa
<Bek> # ::sways back and forward hitting the bolted bookshelves with his injured shoulder::
<PrinceReg> #:::Regan stumbles thru the portal in front of him, followed by Irish:::
<PrinceReg> <pause Prince Regan>
<Bek> # ::Irish scratches Bek's gun hand making him drop the blaster, then Irish runs after Regan::
<Grum> # ::Jumps into the portal after the Doctor with the religious fervor of a Moonie, only he is a Starie::
<DoctorT> <Doctor paused>
<Grum> <Grum paused>
<Bek> # ::Bek roars with outrage, looses his balance with the bookshelves and is thrown into the portal after Regan and Irish::
<Bek> <Bek Paused>
<DoctorT> <brb>
<PrinceReg> <<PAUSE SIM>>
<PrinceReg> <<CUT AND PRINT>> 
<Bek> Bravo!
<PrinceReg> Bravo!!! Hurray!!!
<Grum> That was fun.
<Bek> Bravissimo!
<Bek> I think everyone had fun embellishing tonight.
<Grum> I like speaking mumbojumbo and driving BekJen mad.
<PrinceReg> Good job everyone
<DoctorT> Nice job everyone. Yes, there was lots of embellishment. I like that.
<Grum> I liked all the songs.
<Bek> LOL. That was fun Mary. You've made Grum uniquely yours.
<Bek> So if we ran long. I had a very superstitious sidekick tonight.
<Grum> :)
<PrinceReg> didn't too long
<DoctorT> WE did well time-wise.
<Grum> I think so too.
<Bek> Did anyone get to describe the rivers in the portal?
*** PrinceReg is now known as AlxKeegan
<Bek> I forgot.
<Grum> Tuna did.
<AlxKeegan> Very briefly, tuna
<Bek> Oh good.
<Bek> The white and green river is a set up for next week.
<Grum> Tuna always on task!
<Bek> Oh Tuna, bravo on the f/x and the Doctor.
<Bek> I loved the shot to the posterior. True Doc 2 era.
<DoctorT> Thank you for your kind words. OK my crew, I'll try and make it to chat tomorrow night, but I may have to go out to dinner on business. If I am near a computer I'll be there!
<AlxKeegan> hope you can make it Tuna
<AlxKeegan> do you need me to email my address to you, tuna?
<DoctorT> Peace out!
<Bek> Is 6pm EST a good time?
<Grum> See you tomorrow if I can.  Depends on the kids.
<Grum> Peace to you Tuna
<Bek> Ok, well we'll see.
<Grum> Night all!
<AlxKeegan> Hope you can make it, Mary, glad you made it yesterday
<Bek> Mary, you gotta check ut the remote. Night!
<AlxKeegan> Night Tuna
<DoctorT> We'll see. It's not bad for me on Thurs. Bad on Mon & Tues.
<AlxKeegan> Night Maray
<Bek> G'nite Tuna!
<Grum> I'll try. Night!
*** Quits: Grum (Quit: Quit: Leaving)
*** Quits: DoctorT (Quit: Quit: Leaving)
<Bek> ::bids everyone a fond adieu::
<AlxKeegan> night Jen!
<Bek> You well today?
*** Quits: AlxKeegan (Quit: Quit: Leaving)
*** Bek changes topic to 'MADW Simulation: Fear of the Dragon'
Session Close: Wed Jul 21 23:18:49 1999