Session Start: Wed Aug 25 22:11:17 1999 * Logging #whosim to 'uncertainty5.log' Jen said it perfectly, your self shines through, Tuna <======Grum of course you can be here <==== The one that is watching because he is too tired to think; from track training. <~======== Irish T(I told you that something was wrong Maker but did you listen) Cat ... ::gets into costume:: *** JenK is now known as Bek ::sphere becomes a ball of swirling gas:: <> [[ Has some preprogrammed actions already in]] <> <> [[Meow! Meow} # = in the TARDIS # ::a horrible crushing noise serenades the image of the center being ripped apart atom by atom on the viewscreen image:: # :: The Doctor changes the viewscreen from a simple monitor over the console to the full-roof screen seen during the 8th Doctor's first adventure::: # ::watches in openmouthed shock:: That looks familiar... # Maker . It isnt working . ::Irish looks up from the bowl of milk the smart alien brought him:: # :::The viewscreen covers the entire roof of the console room, showing a huge fireball eating away the remains of the center.::: *** AlxKeegan is now known as PrinceReg # ::on the viewscreen image he sees a bit of space debris hurtling thru the air:: <> *** Quits: Breon (Quit: Leaving) # Guide Dee> Calm yourselves, my beloved clients, do not worry, everything is under control! #:::watches the viewscreen in amazement::: # ::Ignores the viewscreen, all eyes for the green stargod kitty:: # Something is wrong . # ::squints at the badly charred piece of gray metal, written on the side he reads 'Royal Meglaran':: # Besides this milk tasting a little off. # :: The Doctor begins adjusting controls to get the TARDIS out of there, but there is no response.::: # That's your cruiser, kid. # ::outraged:: And MY nova! # Yes, aren't you supposed to be harvesting that? # ::Notices the beachball of light slowly floating towards Irish, and gently bats it aside:: # :: The Doctor looks quizically at Irish::: The milk? A bit off? Why, that's impossible in the TARDIS! Nothing ever spoils! ::::liht flases red:: # :: The Doctor looks into the fireball with a furrowed brow::: Unless... # The Voice is quiet and shouldnt be when I am here. # You cost me a fortune. :;glares:: It's worth a billion grubles of quality star debris I bet. # :: The Doctor slams the console with his fist, but nothing happens.::: # Well, if you hadn't been chasing after me, you could be harvesting it. # ::Irish starts to look concerned:: #:: light floats towards ceilig turning Yello:: # ::grits teeth:: Instead I'm stuck here with you and this ::waves hands as much as possible in crowded room:: rabble. #::Decides to be the self-appointed body guard of the Stargod Irish:: # This isnt Home. # :: The Doctor looks at Irish:: Spoiled milk, no voice for you, and my usual fine tuning is not working. Irish, I am not pleased with the conclusion. This is not the TARDIS, apparently. A fairly good mock off, though. # ::Keeps a wary eye on the beach ball of light:: #::Irish comes to this conclusion abruptly:: # ::doubletakes at swirling yellow lightball floating to ceiling:: Maybe Grum's right about the curse of stargods. #::::::light glows bright green:: # :: The Doctor shakes his head:: The only problem is, if this isn't the TARDIS, how are we going to dematerialize it? [[I can see Bek becoming the guy who has like a million cats now ]] # Well, I'm sure we'll be home safe soon, then you can get back to your harvesting, and more profitable harvesting at that! # ::Pushes aside a Knubian Krundit:: Back off! Can't you people leave the Star God alone? Geez... # This is bad .. # :::A bubbling noise comes from the TARDIS doors, which begin to soften and melt.::: #:::head whips around:: What was that? #:::The TARDIS doors begin to ripple and ooze inward::: # Quit you're attitude kid. I don't give a whit if you're royal or what you're intentions are with the Federation. All I want is out of here. NOW! # Very bad. Almost as bad as the milk being off. # ::Does a double take at the green beach ball:: # That doesn't look good at all! # ::bubbling sparks lash out and snap Bek's backside:: # This is very, very bad. But if not in the TARDIS< where are we? Perhaps we are where we have always been! #::;sphere hovers near Grum turning yellow:: # ::jumps back bumping into Regan and some aliens:: #:: Gently pushes light sphere away:: Back off, okay? # ::The TARDIS begins to shake and rattle in a way it never has before.:: # Did you think novas were pretty up close?! # :: Kneels in front of Irish:: #::light turns orange pulses softly:: # YOur worshipfulness.... # ::heart paces:: That energy can shred entire planets not just measly well whatever this is. # Yes? # I have an idea. # :: The Doctor looks anxious around and begins his hopeful habit of attempting to improvise a solution::: Novas are beautiful, but very few can really observe them safely. Omega found that out to his tragedy. # These lights and sparks, are they a trick or punishment from the StarGods? # ::Touches head to floor:: No disrespect meant, sir! # Hmmmm ::Irish isnt sure what to say:: # :: The Doctor looks crossly at Grum:: This is hardly a devine experience! #But I remember this blue box.. it did something similar before! # Hes right .. # ::grumbles and steps over to his compatriot grabbing Grum's shoulder:: Don't bring that up, Grum. # ::: The door of the TARDIS bubbles inward and a new portal opens where the door is giving way.::: # ::Shoves off Bek angrily:: It appeared and disappeared in the desert temple! #::;sphere twirls away from door flashing indigo:: # ::stumbles into a group of aliens:: #:::Tongues of fire lick into the console room, lighting fire to furniture and singing hair and skin all around. The Guides finally lose their composure and begin to scream.::: #:::flashes red at Bek:: #::bats flame off himself::: # I tell you this blue box is somehow connected to all that is going on! I see the hands of the Stargods in this! # Hmmm Curiouser and Curiouser .. # ::gets up furious enough to pound Grum, but halts as fire blocks him:: # What now, Doctor? # ::Frantic with fear:: We are doomed! # :: The Doctor moves towards the door and stands in front of the portal. He takes out his pocketwatch and scans the portal. He seems stunned by what he has found.::: # :: The Doctor turns and addresses the panic-stricken crowd (except for Irish).::: # We're running out of options. We've gotta vacate now! ::beats back the flames:: # :: The Doctor's coat begins to smolder.::: # ::smoke fills the console room making every lung breather cough:: # :: Trembling with superstitious fear, eyes on the spherer of light:: [[Irish can always pop away but where would that leave Maker then ]] # Well, here is my take on the situation. Utopia us a 4th dimensional recreation park in collapsing space. We are trapped inside a closing cube of rapidly diminishing reality. # ::amidst the smoke and flames Bek notices the strange bearded humanoid stands calmly and authoritatively though his coat smolders:: #::pulses pale yellow at the Doctor and drifts towards Grum:: # What? # We are about to be extinguished inside of a closed cycle tesseract. # ::Doesn't understand the smart man in the spiffy clothes:: # ::Edges away from the sphere and stumbles towards Bek:: # There is no way out. But perhaps, just perhaps, there is still a way IN. #::puzzled look on his face:: #::flashes green and yellow:: # ::puzzled frown:: What do you suggest, we back out the way we came? # ::shakes head disbelievingly:: [[Do the other aliens get home Jen ? ]] # We must retrace our way in. Now each of us took a separate way in, as many others have. We must each attempt to retrace our steps, each of us attempting to duplicate our precise steps. #::nods in understanding::: # Out? In? Who cares? Away is what we want!!!! Let's just do what he says ::Points to the Doctor:: # I know this may not be a popular idea, but I suggest we all leave through this portal. Hopefully, it will not deliver us to the nova. But as of now, it is our only way out. The last time I saw a tesseract, it reacted in very strange ways, but it did allow some matter to escape from it. Let us try to imitate those lumps of neutrino I saw then, but hopefully emerge in better shape. # ::notes flames licking up the styrofoam walls:: It can't be any worse than this. At the rate that nova expanding this whole room will be consumed in a minute. # :::to Grum and Bek:: Come on you two, let's get out of here! # ::Decides to stand beside Bek, who has led Grum through many a tough spot:: # Yes, captain, the boy speaks wisely! Let's go! # :: The Doctor shouts and points into the portal::: Home we go, back to the beginning. All together now ... CHARGE! #::Irish jumps through the portal while Maker is still talking:: # ::sees the kid jot ahead into portal:: Well, what are we waiting for. After that kid! #::::runs towards the portal:::: #:::h#:::hurls after Irish::: # ::runs after Regan, disappearing into portal with a flash:: # ::Jumps through the portal right on the heels of Bek and the prince:: # Last one back is a infinitely crushed singularity! :::The Doctor jumps into the portal::: @ = Atlantic City & = Andormedan Archive @:::comes out of the portal into the waters off the pier:: @ ::Flounders in cold salt water, way over his head:: &::Irish lands in the salt water and looks very disapprovingly at Maker:: @ ::rises to surface spitting out water:: Salt water! Ick. @ ::shouts::: Help! Help! I can't swim! @::head breaks the surface, looks around carefully:: & :: The Doctor is extruded from the shurning portal and smashes into a shelf of books, dislodging many of them, and then sinking to the ground where he spashes into a pool of salt water which seems to be rising everywhere in the archive.::: @ ::Grabs wildly and nearly chokes Bek around the neck:: &Ick! Ick! Ick! ::irish is trying to find a dry place to jump to:: @ Aw, for love of stargods.... ::pushes Grum back and grabs him by the neck:: @ ::sees the others have followed him::: & :: The Doctor rises and begins moving down one of the hallways towards an open holoportal.::: @ Stop fighting will ya? ::tilts his face upward so he can sputter:: & What fun I am having .. ::deep sarcastic tones with edges of anger:: @ ::Tries to be still:: & Let's try this one Irish. @ ::Waves towards them:: swim this way, we can get out of the water here! & Water Water everywhere. And I have wet fur that is salty. @ All right kid, no where. ::glares into distance of dock:: And who are they? & No. That goes back to the cold wet place .. @::Timdly tries to kick legs like Bek:: @ ::on the dock above three pin-stripped suited men gape and glare at Regan:: @ Hunh? :::looks up, sees the gangsters who threw them into the water:: & I am not meant to be a salty frozen catsicle .. @ ::Looks at the pier:: Oh no, they have guns! @ ::gangster Lefty points at Regan:: He ain't drowned. Get 'em boys. & :: The Doctor approaches a holoportal which has salt water rushing into it, but suddenly it shorts out and explodes in a burst of steam and random energy discharge, once again giving a singe to the Doctor's beard.::: @ Not again! @ ::Is dropped by Bek, but is able to dog paddle:: @ Uh oh. ::sees the humans not sqawking pull out strange looking blasters:: Pirates? &At last things are looking up. ::Irish says happily:: & :: The Doctor rocks backward and steadies himself::: Not that portal, perhaps. @ Close to it, criminals at the very least &::Irish looks at the Viewers:: @ ::pushes Grum towards shore:: No you don't! He's mine! Watch out kid. & Maker Theres some of the aliens .. @ ::nods, starts hauling grum towards the shore::: @ ::paddles over close to Bek and the Prince:: Whoever they are, they are taking a bead on us!! & :: The Doctor feels his well trimmed bit burnt beard while he looks for another portal, and as he walks towards one he begins to mumble to himself::: Burned, wet, almost incinerated. & :: The Doctor shouts to Irish::: It'll get much worse in a minute. @ ::swims quickly to dock, hurtles himself up with one arm and lunges for the gunmen on the left of Lefty:: @ ::Let's the Prince drag him towards the shore:: & :: The Doctor looks into a portal and sees others battling their way through different realities.::: Which one, which one! & How could it ? I am already wet . @ ::hoists the man 3 feet off the ground by the neck and swiftly punches his partner in the face:: @:::helps grum onto a ladder leading up onto the pier::: @ ::both gangsters drop into water:: &You mean we could wind up at a Holo Vets office ? ::Irish shudders:: & :: The Doctor reaches another portal, but through it be sees a star about to go nova.:: No, not that one! @ ::Feet touch the ladder, and Grum rushes up:: @ ::his long fur dripping wet, his ape brow furrowed in anger, Bek grabs Lefty by the neck:: & :: The Doctor ducks as the next closest portal also explodes in a shower of steam and energy discharge.:: & ::Irish leaps in large bounds trying to avoid touching the water but ending up splashing a lot around:: @:::Regan comes up the ladder after Grum::: @ ::Reaches down to give the Prince a hand up:: @ You get him, punch that guy out!! @::takes Grum's hand::: @ ::glares at Lefty:: Haven't you ever heard of honor among pirates? You don't kill kids. @ ::Pulls the Prince to the pier and rushed to look over the edge at the fight:: & :: The Doctor shouts:: Irish, we are running out of options! Our paths back may soon be closed. We need to find where we came in, if it still exists! & I will look back here Maker . ::Irish makes his way past the book shelfs:: @ ::half choking Lefty lifts him into air:: &::Splash! :: Splash:: @:::crowd begins to gather, looking menacingly at Bek::: @ ::Hears a noise further down the pier:: &::Irish begins to feel a tingling in his fur:: @ ::a female vacationer and her beau happen to stroll by and see the scuffle:: @ ::Nudges the Prince:: Hey, Bek is going to need some help quick! & :: The Doctor lifts his head::: Wait! I sense something! @ ::the woman screams and points at Bek, people begin to stir:: & Could it be? Yes it is . ::Irish spots home hidden back deep within the book shelfs:: @ You're right, we'd better help him out! @::Ducks to dodge nasty looking rock, thrown by a merchant:: & Maker Come Quick .. @ ::still glaring at Lefty:: What was that? I didn't hear you? &::Irish waits impateintly for Maker to come:: & :: The Doctor ducks as other portals explode with the nova backwash::: The nova has overpowered the 4 dimensional cube, the tesseract is.... @ ::Lefty struggles to speak, his face turning red:: M...mon... mons...ster! @ Come on! ::Advances on the ground, swelling his chest and bellowing a hearty StarHunter battle cry:: @::follows after Grum::: @ ARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! & :: The Doctor ruches to Irish's side and breaks out a broad smile:: Well, could it be the real thing? & Yes . It is.. ::irish says with assurance:: @ ::crowd stops dead, a dozen men regrip their clubs, bottles and weapons:: @ ::Knocks over three mobsters like bowling pins:: & :: The Doctor tries to open the door but finds it locked::: @ ::one man throws a bottle at Bek's head:: *= Guns & roses concert::Sphere is tossed about by screaming fans:::Stop, we are Ambassador, Stop! & :: The Doctor reaches into his pocket and produces the TARDIS key::: @ Over here, Bek, over hear! ::waves towards the opening Grum has created in the crowd::: & Maker. ::Irish looks behind him and sees swirling energy:: @ Huh..? :;glass crashes over his scalp, he drops Lefty in the water with surprise:: @ ::Grum pushes through the crowd in the direction the Prince suggests, knocking people left and right:: @ ::Yells:: Bek, follow me! & :: The Doctor inserts the key and turns it, the doors open, and they both burst into the console room, flames and energy flashes following them in.::: @:::Regan trips someone trying to rush Bek::: @ ::sees Grum facing off against the mob and briefly pauses pleased:: @ ::growls back at crowd, shoves some angry humans aside and runs toward Grum and Regan:: & Ick. ::Grum feels a rush of adrenaline......until he spots a tiny kitty:: @ ::;begins running down the pier towards the beach:: & :: The Doctor sees that he and Irish are both inside and slams the door shut. He can feel the classic hum of the console room.::: Yes, this is home, Irish! @ ::crowd throws bottles, shells, and yells out as it chases after them:: & Home! ::Irish sounds very happy:: I missed you . # = TARDIS @ :::shouting over his shoulder at the others::: @ ::catches up to Regan:: No where kid? @ ::Falters in his advance, points to the kitty, and calls to the prince:: Do you see that? # I even missed Teacher of Words .. @ We need to go this way, back towards where I came in before @:::sees a kitty sitting on the sand:: @ that area looks familiar @ ::Catches up to Bek and the Prince:: Look at that kitty! # :: The Doctor moves quickly to the console and initiates a dematerialization command.::: @ Awe, Grum not more stargods. Haven't you had enough already? @ But surely this is a sign from the Gods, Bek. @ Look, a portal's forming!! # What about the other aliens ? Do you think they managed to escape? ::Irish pretends to be unconcerned:: *:::sphere hurls into portal that crowd thinks is a flashpot of fireworks::: # :: The Doctor wonders what Irish is talking about as he directs the TARDIS away from the nova's transdimensional backwash.::: @ Haven't we seen one of these stargods each time something was about to happen on this crazy adventure? @ It is a sign from the God's I say! @ We are to take the portal! It is a sign!!! # :: The Doctor encodes coordinates on the Jules Verne style console controls of his 7th persona's design.::: @ This isn't an adventure it's a curse. ::speaks to heavens:: Alright, you win. I just want out of here, anywhere. # ::Irish begins to clean his fur:: @::runs up the beach towards the portal::: # Well, Irish, at least we can see if we can help them.... @ I am grateful to you Captain! Let's follow the Prince! @ ::picks up speed and runs after Grum and Regan:: @ ::Is happy the captain did not call him a yellow monkey this time:: % = Deck of the Meglaran cruiser @ Here we go again! @ :::runs into the portal::: @ Right behind you! @ ::the portal begins to warp and burn around the edges as it grows unstable::: @ ::Jumps into the portal with a mighty starhunter death roar!!!!! % :::The TARDIS materializes on the deck of the space cruiser with its traditional wheezing::: @ AWWWOOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWEEEEEEE! @ ::Bek howls as he dives forward into the unstable shrinking portal:: # :: The Doctor dashes to the TARDIS doors::: Well, out of the frying pan, and.... % ::Irish peaks out of the Tardis doors after they have landed:: % ::comes out the other side of the portal, onto the bridge of a Meglaran cruiser::: @ ::ripples through space and time, transforming through the dimensions as he travels down the vortex to oblivion or salvation:: % ::Lands on the bridge of the cruiser with a thud, right beside the Prince:: % :: The Doctor emerges onto the command deck and looks at the huge viewscreen showing the supernova, not yet activated::: ...into the fire, perhaps. % ::his howls turning more to a cry, he hurtles out of the portal and on top of Grum:: % Maker theres that Prince. % :: The Doctor sees various figures appear out of nothingness and thud down on the deck, all surprised, and a few actually smiling.::: % ::looks around, sees the crew and Fed troops::: %:::spins towards Irish humming "You Could Be Mine"::: % ::Falls to the ground under Bek's weight:: Ouch! Watch were you land, sir! % Theres some of them . % :: The Doctor begins shaking hands of those who have arrived, and is especially glad to see the Prince.::: % ::Shoves Bek off and scrambles to his feet to look around:: % ::lands on his knees, pauses looking at his hands as if they've touched gods:: %:::aliens begin appearing onboard the ship also::: % ::Offers a hand to help pull Bek up:: %:::Sees the Doctor and Irish, waves towards them::: %:::pulses warm violet::: % I'll be... Grum, I think I... I saw them, maybe. ::puzzled stare:: % ::Spots sphere:: Oh no, not again! Do you mean that sphere thinggy, sir? % Hello Sphere. ::Irish bravely resists the urge to play knock the ball around and chase it:: %:::flashes red at Grum % Them? You can't mean....the StarGods? > :::glow warm volet at Irish: % ::points up to the violet sphere:: Him, no not exactly. The stargods... ::smiles:: are so, so beautiful. % You mean you saw them, sir? Yes, they are beautiful. I told you so.::Smiles knowingly:: %:::organge flashes:: % :::Jackbooted Federation troops materialize on the command deck and run towards the Prince to protect him::: *** Bek is now known as FedComman % The sphere is a poor comparison the the stargods, they are so brilliant. % ::behind the troops directs their imperious looking commander:: %:::flashes red at Grum:: % Contain the invaders. If one even blinks, shoot them. % ::Hears the clicking of military heels on the deck of the bridge, and drops into a defensive stance in front of Bek:: % :: The Doctor sees the Fed troops arrive::: Hey, which portal did they come out of? % ::steps up to Grum and Bek:: Starhunters, just the rabble I expected behind this attack. % :::walks forward, greeting the Commandant::: % ::Gestures to sphere, come on, get behind me if you know what is good for you, trouble just walked in. %::Irish blinks:: % Good eveing, sir, pleased to meet you, I'm Prince Regan % ::Bares teeth and growls at the FedComman:: %:::dips up an down and hides behind Grum:: % These aren't rabble, my good man, they're refugees from the Anrdomedan Archives! % ::eyebrows raise:: Your Highness, you are unharmed? from your message we feared assassination. % ::Uses his body to shield Bek who is still in a stargod delirium, and the bobbing sphere:: % :: The Doctor taps a Meglaran Ensign on the shoulder and whispers in his ear::: I suggest a rapid exit from this area of space, given the impending nova, don't you think? % Exactly the sort of behavior I'd expect from brutish pirates like these... apes. % There was some problems, but the culprits died in the nova % Just who are you calling an ape, pin head? % These? ::waves his hand at Grum and Bek::::: % Ensign> Moving out of this system, your majesty, if it is your command! ::Bek stands and stares into space reliving his % These gentlemen helped save my life! stargod experience:: % Of course, we must get out of here right away! %::Irish pops up onto Makers shoulder and looks fierce:: % That's right you scumbag, we saved his hide, just like he saved ours. % :: The Doctor walks over the Irish and picks him up:: Well, trusty feline, care to stay around and help explain this mess and sort things out? % Nova? ::puzzled:: What nova, the star system is quiet-- ::halts as he sees the red star begin to implode:: % Meow % That means No. % That one, of course % :::The Ensign has activated thrust and the cruiser begins to rapidly move away from the impending nova.::: % Move it, move it, snap to! % ::the rescue ship rocks slightly with the force as the engines steer it out of the star's reach:: % ::Pushes the Fed Commander aside:: A sign from the stargods, I'd say! % Now, we'll need living arrangements for all these refugees % :: The Doctor looks at Irish.::: Me neither. Say, I bet there isn't a drop of sour milk in the Tardis. What do you think? % ::on the engine monitor screen the scene in the Utopia center is replayed with the Meglaran royal crusier and starhunter ship destroyed by the nova:: %::Irish licks his lips:: Lets go .. ::Pulls Bek and pushes the sphere to the viewscreen so they can see:: %::::glows warm blue for Grum::;We thank you hairy one! % :: The Doctor steps quickly away from the escalating brouhaha and towards the TARDIS, Irish on his shoulder.::: % ::nods distractedly, still with a puzzled frown:: Yes, of course, your highness. How did you now that star was going nova now? *** FedComman is now known as Bek % ::begins giving orders to prepare a storage bay with bedding:::: % To the sphere: Awesome, isn't it nebulous one? % Got Milk? ::Irish cat grins:: % Maybe the stargods told him, general. ::grins playfully:: %:::floats up pulsing blue:: % Darn shame to lose such a good ship, though. Bek's not going to like it when he comes to. % It's possible :::grins back::: % :: The Doctor chuckles as they enter the TARDIS.::: Yes, and perhaps a chocolate chip cookie or three? % FedCommand>Commandant Tregor to you. % Mouse Flavored Cookies Not icky chocolate ones .. % If you play your cards right, who knows what rank you'll have when we get home % :::The TARDIS gives its classic wheeze and begins to shimmer and then vanishes::: % ::shrugs and turns to Regan:: Maybe you're right kid. Not even a Meglaran could stand this pompous federation lot. <> % ::Grum settles comfortably to watch the supernova, with the sphere resting comfortably on his shoulder.:: % ::winks at Bek:::: %Each to his own, Irish, each to his own. I'll save all the mouse flavored cookies for you if you don't mind. %:::blinks violet:: % ::Commandant Tregor gasps and turns three shades of reddish purple:: % Ah the stories I could tell you about the stargods, little one:: ::lows pale yellow:: % ::laughs at Regan and slaps a warm hand of friendship around the boy's shoulders:: So does a meal come with those accomodations. I'm starved after our ... adventure.. aren't you, kid? % ::grins at Bek:: I'm sure we can scare something up! <> <> Yay!!!! bravo gang! bravissimo! I think we did a wonderful job tonight! Good job everyone!!! That was fabulous. Love your inspirations. *** PrinceReg is now known as AlxKeegan Cody, you were super! * TimeLadyX (still sitting in the audience) claps Than you :::Bows to Timelady in the audience::: Thank that is I loved your beach ball, Cody. Hope you enjoyed the playful jibes. Bravo to all of our excellent players. Good timing as well. We didn't get stuck at any point in the plot. :::waves to the audience::: Mary, you are superb as my ape sidekick. Hope I ws okay Beach balls kind of beg to be pushed around, LOL. you were great It is fun to be a sidekick to you any time, Jen. Everyone was so much better than I imagined. As scripter, I'm humbled. Ruth says she is going to send you her script this weekend, Jen Was the concert thing okay? Night everyone .. ::Waves at everyone:: It was fine, Cody. Beautiful, Cody. You're color choices were great to play off. I didn't realize colors were so expressive. I love Ruth's scripts! I look forward to it. I love the playfullness between Irish and the Doctor... Oh,a re we gonna do Ruth's script next week or an improv? Bye Rob!! Night Rob! *** Parts: IrishTCat (rlstubbs@user-2ivf2f5.dialup.mindspring.com) Well, dinner's on. It was fun watching. I'l be sure to stop by next week Nite I'd rather do a script, actually. *** Quits: TimeLadyX (Quit: Leaving) I need to leave, too. Got to get to school and set up my classroom Bye all! Bye I think we'll have to wait till the weekend to know for sure ::Waves farewell:: """Blows a kiss to Mary:: *** Quits: Grum (Quit: Leaving) Ok, then I guess we're gonna pray for Ruth's creativity. see you all next week!! Night gang! Sleep well and have good dinners. *** Quits: AlxKeegan (Quit: Leaving) Thaks for paying with me I'm gonna go eat with my mom. playing I enjoyed it Cody. I'll see ya in our checker match tomorrow. Nite Tuna! Session Close: Wed Aug 25 23:28:18 1999