Session Start: Thu Jan 15 21:23:15 2004
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<DrX> ::Bows to Jen:: Greetings.
<Jacie> I was working on it. Warm bed gets very comfortable about 8:45.

Session Start: Thu Jan 15 21:23:48 2004
Session Ident: #whosim
Session Close: Thu Jan 15 21:23:48 2004
<hammai> yes, I'm thinking of going back to sleep right now before I have to go to work
<Jacie> James, you never said, what work are you doing?
<Jacie> Hey Duncan, can you op us?
<Duncan_Shaw> Where do you work,James?
<Duncan_Shaw> How do I opp us again it's been awhile since Ive done it.
<hammai> a start up production company
<Duncan_Shaw> Op instructions please,Jen.
<Jacie> type /mode #whosim +o Jacie
<Jacie> I'll op the rest
<Jacie> Sorry, I had to look it up again. I use the right-click over name method.
<IrishTCat> And the poor shredded Jacie as well 
<Jacie> Production as in video?
<Duncan_Shaw> type/mode#whosim+oJacie
<hammai> yeah
<Jacie> Lose the "type" and add spaces
<Jacie> So it's.... /mode #whosim +o Jacie
<Jacie> Cool.
<Duncan_Shaw> It doesn't work!
<Jacie> I'm just getting into video productions myself... home video that is. Burned direct to DVD.
<hammai> cool
<Duncan_Shaw> I tried 4 times to op you Jen and it's a no go.
<Jacie> Ok then try the right click method. Put your mouse over my nick in the room list, right click then chose CONTROL and OP.
<Jacie> Austnet sometimes is very slow to obey commands.
<Jacie> It's a minor thing.
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<DrX> All hail David.
<Duncan_Shaw> Drat nothing I do will op you Jacie.
<AlxKeegan> <hi all>
<Jacie> Which end are you into James? Shooting, on camera, post production, etc? Are you in Adobe Premiere, AfterEffects, etc?
<Jacie> Try opping David then.
<Jacie> BTW, hi David!
<Duncan_Shaw> David,please op us.
<AlxKeegan> <waving hi to all>
<AlxKeegan> I can't, I'm not opped
<Duncan_Shaw> My efforts to op don't work.
<Jacie> No Duncan, you try opping David, then he'll op us.
<Jacie> It's ok.
<Jacie> Well I say we have enough for a game. Don't know where Cody is though.
<IrishTCat> Hello David 
<Jacie> Shall we claim roles for our extravaganza?
<Jacie> CASTING CALL....!
<hammai> actually I'm going to leave, I'm feeling pretty tired
<Duncan_Shaw> I can't op anybody, sorry.
<hammai> Good seeing everyone, I;; try to come back another day
<Jacie> Busy day? Sure you don't want to hang long enough to play the early part?
<DrX> Please do.
<Jacie> Your welcome back anytime James.
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<Jacie> CASTING CALL?
<AlxKeegan> <not sure who I'm playing>
<Duncan_Shaw> <==Dr Zigfried(LETS Do THE TIMEWARP AGAIN!)
<Jacie> Claim our Doctors first I think.
<Jacie> <---- Sim 8th Doctor
<IrishTCat> [[[ did you try the right mouse key method ???  ]] 
<DrX> <===Dr 7
<IrishTCat> <<<<-- Echo Spector  
<Duncan_Shaw> <yes Rob but that also didn't work.>
<DrX> <=== Prof. ho if needs be
<DrX> <=== I mean, Prof. Who. Excuse me.
<Jacie> <Anyone wanna be McGann 8 or did you want me to handle those scenes?>
<Jacie> <David, Rob, Duncan and Tuna, you guys can do the Vision World stuff, if you like.>
<Jacie> <--- Mysterious Man
<AlxKeegan> <okey dokey>
<Jacie> <Cool beans. David, you have credits for tonight?>
<Jacie> <BTW< Tuna how was Mexico?>
<AlxKeegan> <yep yep, just a sec>
<Duncan_Shaw> <That leaves us with Patty Homemaker and Roger Easymoney.>
<DrX> <Fabulous and relaxing. I gott tan>
<Jacie> <And Dirk Lane, but I think David has dibs on him. David played him back in the day.>
<DrX> <I miss Cody>
<Jacie> <A big change from the sub zero temps you're in now, eh T?>
<DrX> <Such a memory she has>
<AlxKeegan> <I will do my best>
<DrX> <Yepper, shivver. -20F tonight>
<Jacie> <I don't know where he is. Cody doesn't show up on my IM. But neither does David so it may be me.>
<Jacie> <Get any snow from the storm today? Best we had was a dusting.>
<Duncan_Shaw> <Sorry I can't op anybody Jen,the op option has poted out.>
<Jacie> <Vision World was one of my favorite sims. Lots of fun.>
<Duncan_Shaw> <poted=Opted>
<DrX> <Lil bit o'snow, not much by Vermont standards.>
<AlxKeegan> <<<The New Adventures of Doctor Who Simulation>>>
<Jacie> <Don't fret it Duncan. We'll be fine without it.>
<AlxKeegan> <<<"Errands for Eurystheus, Part Three">>>
<Jacie> <PLACES PEOPLE!>
*** Jacie is now known as MysteriousJen
<AlxKeegan> <<<by Jen Kokoski & Cody Jarrett>>>
<MysteriousJen> @ = dark chamber
*** Duncan_Shaw is now known as DrZigfried
*** DrX is now known as Dr7
<DrZigfried> <Ready for my close up Mr Deville!>
<Dr7> #= Vision World
<MysteriousJen> @ ::the shadowy stranger sitting at the head of a long table, shivers slightly beneath his robe::
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<MysteriousJen> <Your cue Echo.>
<IrishTCat> @  ES > And so the third act in our little play opens up ..  ::Ech Spector moves the three figures from the table to a weird looking 5 layer clear chess board and puts them each in a rather sepcific position  :: 
<MysteriousJen> @ ::retrieves three more figurines from the velvet bag::
<MysteriousJen> @ ::one wearing a distinctive question mark sweater, two more identical in long brown curls and victorian costumes but with differing facial expressions::
<IrishTCat> @  ::A black cat jumps up on his shoulder and purrs slightly :: Yes I can see you had a little fun Siri ..  
*** AlxKeegan is now known as DirkLn
<MysteriousJen> @ ::on the table where a graph of the continuum lies places the sweatered figure on a spot hovering an indistinct planet::
<IrishTCat> @ ES > Be careful not to touch the edges of that bag. It wouldnt do for you to be snuffed out of existence at this stage ..  ::Echo Spector pets the cat smiling blandly :: 
<MysteriousJen> @ How silly he looks, but hopefully not too silly to serve our purpose.
<MysteriousJen> @ ::stares at the other figures a moment, studying their expressions... one blissfully pleasant, the other surly and sour::
<Dr7> #::On an abandoned sound stage in the huge Vision World video studio all is quiet, then one of the curtins moves ever so slightly.:::
<IrishTCat> @ ES > Silly is as silly does you know ..  
<MysteriousJen> @ How odd they seem, alike and yet completely unaware of the other.
<Dr7> #:::Then the familar cosmic scraping is heard and ablue police call box shimmers into existence, half in the shadows.::
<MysteriousJen> @ ::studies the map of the continuum waving the identical figures about:: Now where do you go, my friends.
<MysteriousJen> @ Where do best serve...? Ah yes, right where you once met your other evil twin...
<IrishTCat> @ ES > I fear my new companion has quite affected me..  ::Echo Spector taps the table slightly with a gloved hand :: Perhaps here
<MysteriousJen> @ ::places the twin figures on the map point of Mutter Spiral... Sol 3... 2th century::
<MysteriousJen> @ ::rattles out a deep, unseetling cough:: Let us hope our friends can serve as well as their companions. I fear time draws near.
<Dr7> #:::The light stops blinking and thw door pops open. Out springs smallish man with narrow brim straw hat, cream colors jacket, and question mark sweater. He carries an umbrella with a question mark handle.:::
<MysteriousJen> @ Or is that far? I am so very tired...
<MysteriousJen> <pause Mysterious Man>
<Dr7> # ::All the universe would recognize that that 7th Doctor is in the house.:::
<IrishTCat> @ ES > Siri will go to keep an eye on things so to speak but this time an unobtrusive eye if you please  ..: Echo Spector  gives the cat a stare ::  
*** MysteriousJen is now known as Drs8and8s
<Drs8and8s> ! = Amsterdam, Earth
<Drs8and8s> ! ::the streets of Amsterdam are filled with happy people going about their business on a clear Spring day::
<Dr7> #::Dr7 stops, looks in different directions, then veers sharply right and through a soung stafe door that says "NO ACCESS"::
<Drs8and8s> ! ::two policeman roll by the street market on bicycles::
<Dr7> <Which show should I go to? Any volunteers?>
<IrishTCat> # ::blinking lights go on and off in random order as a fog settles in ::  
<Drs8and8s> ! ::as they peddle up and over one of the many bridges, they pass an Englishman in block frock coat and Victorian pants::
<IrishTCat> # ::A loud gunshot is heard and a body falls ::  
<IrishTCat> # G > Take that you Dirty Rat  ..  :: shoots gain :: 
<Drs8and8s> ! Doctor> ::smiles and tips his imaginary hat to the policemen:: Fine day indeed, isn't it?
<Dr7> #:: The Doctor glances around through the fog.::
<DrZigfried> <Why not visit all the shows briefly before completing the 7th Doc's mission,Tuna?>
<Drs8and8s> ! ::stops, braces the bridge railing with both hands and inhales the scents and sounds of Amsterdam::
<Dr7> <OK, I guess I am in the gumshow show now>
<Dr7> <Correct, Rob?>
<IrishTCat> # G ::snorts loudly :: Thats how we deal with squealers  ..  
<IrishTCat> << yep yep >> 
<DrZigfried> <Rob,you mean theyre pigs?>
<Dr7> #:::The Dr tries to slip away as he fears he may be seen by these violent folk.::
<Drs8and8s> ! Ah, nothing better than the crisp sent of tulips in the morning. Charlie, you would love this place.
<Dr7> #:::But, seeing he has been seen, he walks forward with a smile.::
<Drs8and8s> ! Silly Doctor. Talking to companions that aren't here anymore, or aren't yet.
<IrishTCat> # G > You Mugs Know better that to talk to that Dirk Lane or else you'll get the same thing thing as this rat .. A dose of lead poisoning  ..  
<Dr7> #Well, well, you can't seem to see anything in this fog. I guess I should say that I certainly can't see anything in this fog.
<Dr7> # Good day, gentlemen.
<IrishTCat> # G > Who are you with your fancy Duds  ?  
<Drs8and8s> ! :;scratches his forehead:: My mind is getting a bit tetchy these days. Now, what was I here to collect?
<Dr7> #Just a walk on role, I assure you.
<IrishTCat> # G > And that funny accent .. You must be a furriner  .. 
<Dr7> #Just a visitor, passing through, on my way so to speak.
<Drs8and8s> ! ::spots the telephone box on the next street and bursts into a smile:: Ah yes, that's it. Hostiles, hostiles... why do they call it a hostile? After all it is far frome hostile to the guests. ::babbles happily as he struts off::
<IrishTCat> # G > You just keep your lips zippereed ..  Unless you want a presciption ..  
<Dr7> #Seen what? In this fog? Not possible. Good bye.
<Dr7> #:::The Dr tries to walk away:::
<Drs8and8s> ! ::moments later, the same Victorian-dressed gentleman schleps up to the bridge, this time scowling at the cycling policeman who nearly runs him down::
<IrishTCat> # G > Come on boys We stil got to shake down that other guy for the boss  ..  ::gives the furriner a glare before heading off :: 
<Drs8and8s> ! You would think you'd need a permit to drive those things here!
<Drs8and8s> ! Calm Doctor. No need to get yourself a ticket just because they let idiots have wheels.
<Dr7> #::The Dr walks through the fog, realizing that this is not a normal sound stage, but a virtual environment.:::
<Drs8and8s> ! At least it's not one of those pogo sticks with wheels.
<DrZigfried> #::Checking on Frankie his boy toy.
<Dr7> #:::And he realizes this is no normal video drama, but a real life cross over where events clearly do happen. He grimmaces with the realization that the murder he just saw did happen.:::
<Dr7> <SHould I meet Dirk>
<IrishTCat> << and I pass it to the the next person on stage two    >>> 
<Drs8and8s> ! ::surveys the bustling market area, scratching his head:: Now, get on with this business the sooner the better. I just can't stand the stench of tulips much longer.
<IrishTCat> << I ahve no clue wht Dirk is like but I can handle a ganster :) >>  
<DirkLn> <you can do that, sure>
<DrZigfried> <Hey,where is Dirk right now?>
<Dr7> #::The Dr7 sees a figure coming out of the fog.::
<DirkLn> <you want to have him appear now? has the doc switched sets yet?>
<Drs8and8s> ! Now what do I need? ::spies the crowd of children jockeying for position at the puppet show:: Oh right... one marionette. Though why anyone would consider a creature controlled by strings a fun toy is beond me. Obviously they never tasted true freedom or dangled to the tune of the High Council...
<Drs8and8s> ! ::grumbles as he disappears into the crowd at market square::
<Drs8and8s> ! ::similar Victorian but not the same, walks up to Market Square his face buried into a map of Amsterdam Hostiles::
<Drs8and8s> ! 24 hostiles all in a 10 square mile. They do get quite a lot of visitors here.
<DrZigfried> <Dirk could meet the Doctor on his way to the next set.>
<Dr7> #::The Dr dodges away from the figure and finds himself standing nxt to another stage door. He opens it and goes into the new room.:::
<Dr7> #:::The Dr finds himself in a brightly lit, plastic themed, studio, with too much plastic chrome as part of the decor. :::
<Drs8and8s> ! ::drawn by a chorus of children's laughter at the puppet show:: Oooh, I love this part.
<IrishTCat> # ::The woman vacumning the floor looks up as the door opens and a strange man comes in  :: Excuse me !  
<Drs8and8s> ! ::sidles into the crowd for a good view::
<IrishTCat> # Clovis ! Its that nice young man Dirk Lane here to see you ..  
<Drs8and8s> ! ::dour-faced Victorian finishes paying for a marionette with a colorful clown face::
<DrZigfried> # ::Her cat gets sucked up by the vaccum MEOW::it shrieks!
<Drs8and8s> ! ::he backs up and is jostled by another man in identical clothes, drops his marionette::
<IrishTCat> # Oh dear Fluffy has gotten sucked up in the vacumn again !  
<Drs8and8s> ! ::accidentally bumps into a buyer at the puppet stall and drops his map:: Oh dear, my apolo--
<IrishTCat> #  ::Vacumns explodes as the cat escapes strewing dust everywhere  !  
<Drs8and8s> ! ::dour-faced man grumbles as he bends down to pick up his purchase:: Why don't you watch where you're--
<Dr7> <Where is Dr7 supposed to be, in Donna Reed land?>
<IrishTCat> # Oh dear oj Dear oh Dear ..  
<Drs8and8s> ! ::identical men freeze when they spy each other::
<Drs8and8s> ! ::both exclaim:: YOU!!!!
<IrishTCat> <<Its tv series cross over  :) >>  
<DrZigfried> <then Hoorror Show can come next,Tuna.>
<Drs8and8s> ! ::each points fingers at the other but are careful not to touch::
<Dr7> #:::The Dr watches as the shrieking cat darts away.:::
<IrishTCat> # :: the woman runs around chasing the cat and trying to get everything straightened up  ::  
<Drs8and8s> ! Dour> Just what do you think you are doing in Amsterdam?
<Dr7> # My goodness, such appliances can be dangerous with small animals. A little overpowered, perhaps.
<DrZigfried> #::Cat hides in cubbord.
<Drs8and8s> ! Pleasant> Clever but it won't work Omega. You don't belong here, and you know it.
<Dr7> #Excuse me my good woman, but I am looking for the archive library.
<IrishTCat> # Your not Dirk Lane ..  ::shakes her head as she slips on the plastic knocking a drink off and onto the the carpet  :: 
<Drs8and8s> ! Dour> Nice try *Omega*. It's you who do not belong. Nor do you where my face well at all.
<IrishTCat> << Ok Dirk  time to make an entrance   >>  
<DrZigfried> #::Cat leaps out and laps up the drink.
<Dr7> #No, I am not, excuse me. But I'll be on my way with a small bit of guidance and you can go back to vacuuming your pets.
<DirkLn> #:::a dashingly handsome man, complete with hat and trench coat, walks in::
<DirkLn> # Are my ears burning, or what?
<Drs8and8s> ! Dour> You make me look like a foolish simpleton.
<IrishTCat> # No Smoking in my house !   :: woman over compensates trying to grab the cat nad the drink and prevent any bigger messes with preditacble results :: 
<Dr7> #::The Dr looks closely at the new arrival, he almost seems like a cartoon character come to life.::
<DrZigfried> #::Cat hisses.
<IrishTCat> # ::Little boy runs down the steps  :: Mom Have you seen Fluffy ?  
<Drs8and8s> ! Pleasant> Nice try Omega. You should know I'm never that grumpy and old. Now go back to where you belong before it's too late.
<IrishTCat> # ::Stops and stares :: Its Dirk Lane and his foreign friend Golly Gee Willckers !  
<Drs8and8s> ! Dour> You go back, Omega. This is my universe. You're the intruder.
<Dr7> #::The Dr greets Dirk:: Hello, I'm the Doctor, and I coluld use somee help from someone as obviously knowledgeable as you.
<DrZigfried> #:::Cat jumps into Dirk Lane's coat.
<DirkLn> #The Doc? You look different than before.
<Drs8and8s> ! Pleasant> There isn't time for this Omega. Don't you realize what danger you put the entire universe in if you remain a moment longer.
<DirkLn> # But I'll help you if I can.
<Dr7> #Uh, well, all a matter of make up anmd disguise, really. You know how it is. Good to see you "again"
<IrishTCat> # ::The womans screetches :: Clovis Show Mister Lane and his friend the way to the archives while I try to clean up this mess  ..  
<DrZigfried> #::cat leaps out of Dirk Lane's coat and brushes up against Patty Homemaker purring.
<Dr7> #:::Well, I am looking for the Archive Library. Need to check on some stock. And, I think I saw a dead body back there through the door marked NO ACCESS, something about silencing someone.
<IrishTCat> # Golly Gee Willkers Mom I would but I am late for school you know  ..  
<IrishTCat> # :: Clovis runs out the door tracking the drink all over the capret  ::  
<Dr7> <Clovis is the cat, I assume>
<Drs8and8s> ! Dour> I know the danger better than you, obviously. I'm warning you Omega, if you don't go back now I will destroy you.
<DirkLn> # :::Dirk frowns:::
<IrishTCat> [[[ Clovis is the boy  ]]  
<Dr7> #I believee the murderers even used your name.
<IrishTCat> [[[ hes gets beat up at lot at school too  ]] 
<Drs8and8s> ! Pleasant> Nice try, but I'm the Doctor and I belong here.
<Drs8and8s> ! Dour> No, I'm the Doctor and I belong, you charleton.
<Dr7> #::Turns to the homemaker::: Well, if he can't help me perhaps you can.
<DirkLn> # It's this way 
<DrZigfried> #::Fluffy is not so fluffy after the cat's experience.
<IrishTCat> # :: the woman goes to the closet and pulls out a broom  :: I would but I dont have time .. Lots of cleaning to do  ..  
<Drs8and8s> ! Pleasant> Stop playing games Omega.
<Dr7> #Well, thank you sir. I will be forever in your debt.
<DrZigfried> #::cat jumps onto broom.
<Dr7> #Just show me the way and I will be out of your hair in no time.
<Drs8and8s> ! Dour> And stop calling me that. I m the one and only Doc--
<IrishTCat> # Get off the broom Fluffy !  Why did we have to get one of those indestructible cats from the pet shop ?  :: Woman swings broom around trying to dislodge the cat ::  
<Drs8and8s> ! ::dour-faced Doctor stops when he sees a man resembling his 5th self, blond hair, in black gardener's garb but with grotesque green moldy hands, standing in the crowd::
<DirkLn> #:::Dirk leads the Doctor towards the door that lead him towards the tape library::::
<Drs8and8s> ! ::pleasant-faced Doctor follows his other self's gaze, recognition instantly forms when he sees the blonde gardener::
<Drs8and8s> ! ::both hiss:: Omega...
<DrZigfried> <How about the Horror show Doc 7 hasn't meet Dr Zigfried yet.>
<Drs8and8s> ! ::then they turn to each other with an unspoken question::
<Dr7> #You know, this is a fascinating place. These sound stages are so real, yet it is all broadcast from the reality projection. You actors must find it very demanding.
<Dr7> <On my way, Zig>
<IrishTCat> # You cany go that way ! You must come this way  !   :: man gestures to otehr door   ::  
<Drs8and8s> ! Dour> Oh of course. Of all the places I had to run into you again.
<DirkLn> # We certainly do.
<DirkLn> # But hey, it's a living.
<Drs8and8s> ! Pleasant> The feeling's mutual. Haven't changed your disposition I see.
<IrishTCat> # :: Dirk Lane opens the door and its a closest from which everythign falls out  ::  
<Dr7> #::Dr steos back from falling junk::
<IrishTCat> # Ah ah told you You cany go that way !  You must ah come this ah way  ..  
<Drs8and8s> ! Dour> At least I'm constant. ::hands his twin the map he collected from the ground::
<DrZigfried> #:Cat plays in fallen junk.
<Drs8and8s> ! Dour> Yours I believe? :;says with an almost pleasant smile::
<DirkLn> # ::Dirk looks puzzled:::
<IrishTCat> # :: man waves from behind fence that shrouds his face  ::  
<IrishTCat> # Ah am the Homemakers wise next door neighbor ..  
<Drs8and8s> ! Pleasant> ::snatches the map and thrusts the marionette at his self:: And yours.
<Drs8and8s> ! Pleasant> I do trust your business is done here.
<IrishTCat> # Yas gotta go through the red door just down thatta way .. It leads to a detoura that willa getta ya to where ya wanta go .. 
<Drs8and8s> ! Dour> No more than yours, old chap. ::grins::
<Drs8and8s> ! Pleasant> I for one find the air increasingly stale. ::grumbles as he stalks off:: Why did I ever think tulips smelled sweet?
<Dr7> #:::The Dr looks suspiciously at the place in the fence where the voice is coming from.::: I wonder how he can see us :::mumbles:::
<DirkLn> # Be careful out there, it's a dangerous world.
<DrZigfried> #::Wishes the TV Execs had provided him with an assistant!
<IrishTCat> # As ahm wise  thatsa how ..  
<Drs8and8s> ! Dour> ::laughs to himself as he sees his twin stalk off griping:: Now that I think about it, they do have a refreshing scent. I might just collect a few for the console room.
<Drs8and8s> ! ::Dour-faced Doctor struts off opposite to his pleasant self, he whistles a merry tune as he goes::
<Dr7> #:::The Dr decides that this scene is too insane to sustain, and follows the advice of the voice.::
<Drs8and8s> ! ::meanwhile the Pleasant-faced Doctor stalks off grumbling, as different as day and night to his arrival::
<Drs8and8s> <pause the 8th Doctors>
<Dr7> #:::Dr7 walks towards the red door, turns and tips his hat, then opens the door and walks through.:::
<Dr7> <OK, here I am, Zig>
<DrZigfried> #::Dr Zigfried hears some comotion just outside his door>Come on down,visitors are always welcome::laughs brutally!
<DirkLn> <pause dirk>
<Dr7> #:::The Dr follows the voice:::
<DrZigfried> #::tosses the red carpet up the stairwell.
<Dr7> #:::Seeing the red carpet appear, the Dr follows it down some stairs and into a tacky but flashy huge room. The colkor combo didn't seem to work with the room -- sort of like pastel gothic.:::
<DrZigfried> #::Dr Zigfried quickly changes into his pink out fit with teddy bear slippers!
<Dr7> #:::The Dr looks around and sees someone adjusting a pink outfit.:::
<DrZigfried> #::Leaps out >Who are you, a hobo or just another telemarketer?
<Dr7> #Hello, I'm the Doctor. I was sent this way by some people I met on other sets. Nice place you have here.
<DrZigfried> #>Like to see my work?
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<Dr7> #That depends on what it is. I try not to make generalizations about what I like.
<Dr7> #What would you like to show me?
<DrZigfried> #::Leads the Doctor over to the table with Frankie on it.>my ultimate boy toy,Doctor,when it is complete and animated!
<Dr7> #:::The Dr smiles:: Oh yes, I know, and you all do a lot of singing and dancing about the whole thing, right?
<Dr7> #I seem to remember one of those numbers I really liked. 
<Dr7> #"It's just a jump to the left."
<DrZigfried> #:::Turns on the phonograph set to The TimeWarp Dance tune!
<Dr7> #Yes, that's it!
<DrZigfried> #::Singing::And a turn to the right!
<Dr7> #:::Taps his foot, mouths the words "time warp again":::
<DrZigfried> #::Put your hands on your hips!>Take it Doctor!
<Dr7> # I do say, a wonderful time and all, but I was wondering if you could give me some locational assistance. All in the interests of prromoting scieence fiction picture shows, of course.
<DrZigfried> #::Singing ::And Take your knees up tight!
<DrZigfried> #Do you mean that Proffesor Who? I heard he was to be cancelled:::Laughs Insanely!
<Dr7> #You see, there is this science fiction program and I need to locate it in the program archive library.
<Dr7> #Exactly, I need to have a lok at it, just for appreciation.
<Dr7> #THAT show will not be around any more, so it will leave you with unparalleled ratings, I am sure.
<DrZigfried> #::Leads The Doctor to a door marked stage door at the far end of the room>This way,Sir if you insist!
<Dr7> #:::The Dr shakes Zig's hand::: And if I can I will stop by on the way back and we can do another number together.
<DrZigfried> #::Sighs::>Never an assistant when I need one,come again Doctor.
<Dr7> <Which show is next, or is it on to the library?>
<DrZigfried> <How about Roger Easymoney his is left to visit.>
<Dr7> <Can do. Who is Roger?>
<IrishTCat> <<Yuck no torture shows please its just too icky  >>>  
<Drs8and8s> <I can do Roger.>
<Drs8and8s> <If you like...>
*** Drs8and8s is now known as JenK
<Dr7> <Kewl>
<DrZigfried> <please do,1 madmn for me is enough at 1 time.>
<IrishTCat> << Pause Echo Spector , Clovis , Gangstar , Patty Homaker 
<Dr7> #:::The Dr hums the time warp as he steps up to the indicate door and opens it. He steps through.:::
<JenK> # = Easymoney set
*** JenK is now known as RogerEM
<IrishTCat> <<< and Pause Mister Willsan  >>  
<DrZigfried> <Pause Dr Zigfried>
<RogerEM> # ::loud audience applause is piped in over the chirpy intro to the show::
<RogerEM> # ::lights flicker and the sick host turns into the amera with a sparkling, cheesy smile::
<RogerEM> # Are you ready to win some Easy Money?!
<DrZigfried> <A perfect smile,for a rat.>
<RogerEM> # ::the piped in crowd hoots and cheers::
<Dr7> #::Audience screams for money:::
<RogerEM> # Okay, ladies and gents. Our next lucky contestant is...
<RogerEM> # ::cameras wildly pan through the audience and land on the man with a question mark sweater::
<Dr7> #:::chants of mean green, dinero, moolah, cash, greenbacks, dead presidents, etc.:::
<Dr7> #:::The Dr looks up and sees his face huge on the monitor.::
<RogerEM> # Well looky here. ::approaches the Doctor, mic in hand:: Not the least bit colorblind are you, Mister...?
<Dr7> #Doctor, actually. And I do have a bit of a red-grenn thing. And I am not really interested in money.
<RogerEM> # ::crowd jeers::
<Dr7> #But always interested in a challenge!
<RogerEM> # Oh come now Doctor. Everyone likes a little extra blunt, not that we're gonna just give it away.
<RogerEM> # ::crowd cheers::
<RogerEM> # Just step right up to our Hot Seat and see if you are up to the challenge.
<Dr7> #::The Doctor leans into the microphone::: Anf I most say, Roger, you look even younger in person!
<Dr7> <most=must>
<DrZigfried> <Hot seat?Electric chair is more like.>
<RogerEM> # ::hoots as the crowd laughs:: Oh Doctor, flattery will get you everywhere.
<Dr7> #::Dr climbs the steps, turns and waves his arms asking the audiencee to cheer, and they do.:::
<RogerEM> # Except a peek at my answers. ::smiles at the crowd to entice them into uproarious laughter::
<RogerEM> # Now then Doctor... Who was it?
<Dr7> #::Dr occupies the indicated seat::: Hmm... nice fit.
<RogerEM> # We have three categories, not too difficult, right audience? ::they guffaw::
<Dr7> #Not quite. Dr John Smith.
<RogerEM> # And you will have 10 seconds to answer each question. Answer right and we will put 10,000 dakers into your pot.
<RogerEM> # ::waves his hand a the big board showing a computer image of a large money pot::
<RogerEM> # Answer wrong and you'll be in for a shocking surprise.
<Dr7> #Right o, Roger,
<DrZigfried> <And 10,000 volts of power if he is wrong.>
<Dr7> # I often am.
<RogerEM> # ::the crowd errupts into devlish laughter::
<RogerEM> # Alright then, first category... Artic Places.
<RogerEM> # ::a hush falls over the crowd::
<RogerEM> # Name the tallest mountain in the sub-continent of Ardron Minor.
<Dr7> # Mount Belafalus.
<RogerEM> # ::the display board shows a countdown over the money pot that reaches 10..9..::
<RogerEM> # ::somber face:: That's absolutely... ::big smile:: CORRECT!
<RogerEM> # ::crowd cheers and money pot fills with coins:: 
<Dr7> #::Dr nods:: beautiful at sunset from its western face.
<RogerEM> # In 2 seconds, Doctor Smith you may just well be a genius.
<RogerEM> # Or a well traveled man.
<Dr7> #Just a lucky question, perhaps.
<RogerEM> # Well that was an easy. Shall we go for something a bit harder?
<Dr7> # It is your show Roger.
<RogerEM> # ::flips out a second index card:: Category two: Bits and Bytes. Are you ready, Doctor?
<RogerEM> # ::the virtual countdown resets on the screen::
<Dr7> # Why not.
<RogerEM> # XPODs are the smallest known non-volitale memory at 15 terrabytes. What does XPOD stand for?
<Dr7> #::The Dr is glad he has his non-conducting underwear and his watedr resistant gear on given his position.:::
<RogerEM> # ::the crowd oohs at the toughness of the question, the countdown begins::
<RogerEM> # ::10... 9... 8...::
<Dr7> #Xenobiological Pod Operated Digitoids.
<RogerEM> # Oh, dear. Just when you thought it was safe
<RogerEM> # to load that digicam. Have you fed your XPODs today?
<RogerEM> # Absolutely CORRECT, Doctor.
<RogerEM> # :;crowd cheers as the stage lights flicker in celebration::
<Dr7> #::The Dr clears his throat and shifts his weight a bit.:::
<RogerEM> # You are on a roll, Doctor Smith. But of course a well traveled man would have the latest in documentary gadgets.
<Dr7> # True.
<RogerEM> # Ok now, the first two categories were easy, but the last will be a true challenge for our contestant.
<RogerEM> # I hold in my hand the toughest question ever to grace our show.
<Dr7> #Roger, why not get to what the viewers want to see, me asked tghe hardest question, and I can choose my reward.
<RogerEM> # ::the music chimes in hyping the tension::
<Dr7> #Fire when ready, Gridley.
<RogerEM> # But first, are you certain you want to continue Doctor? Since you have been one of our most talented contestants I'm prepared to offer you a deal.
<Dr7> #Admiral Dewey at battle of manilla Bay.
<DrZigfried> <Probably so tough a question even Roger Easymoney himself can't answer it!>
<RogerEM> # Take the money and run or ... double or nothing?
<Dr7> #Yes,  a deal, I often love deals.
<RogerEM> # ::crowd chants... half saying RUN RUN, others saying PLAY PLAY::
<Dr7> #Well, Roger, you see what I want is free access to the archive library to browse for a while. And I will answer you questions, or perhaps not.
<RogerEM> # Oooh, so our wily Dr. Smith has a deal of his own.
<RogerEM> # ::asks crowd and the camera:: Should I take it the good Doctor's deal, ladies and gents?
<RogerEM> # Just what do you want to see?
<RogerEM> # ::crowd hesitates a moment then chants DEAL DEAL DEAL::
<Dr7> #That's right, and I see that your seat is electrified as well, perhaps you didn't notice. If I am right in answering this question, well I'm sure the audience would agree, we shjould be on equal footing, or seting. Right crowd?
<RogerEM> # ::his earpiece twines causing Easymoney to wince, but covers it with a smile::
<Dr7> #If this is the hardest question, then let Roger play as well. Really, Roger, the replay ratings will be well worth it.
<RogerEM> # You drive a hard bargain Doctor, but Roger Easymoney is always up for a challenge.
<Dr7> #That's why the otther hosts all wish they were you!
<Dr7> #Well, get settled in your seat and ask away.
<RogerEM> # Alright then, answer this question correctly Doctor and you get the keys to our kingdom, but answer incorrectly and you'll get the buzz of a lifetime.
<RogerEM> # ::settles in his host chair, giving the slightest of plaintiff looks into the producers' camera::
<RogerEM> # :;a new question card appears in his hand::
<RogerEM> # Category Three: Calendar of our Ages.
<Dr7> #Oh my favorite!
<RogerEM> # In the year 2179, Earth Federation funded the first intergalactic trade mission with Trellorious Minor. Species from a dozen star systems contributed to the mining rights council to follow.
<Dr7> And....?
<RogerEM> # On the host planet Andromeda V, during the opening festivities, what did the delegates from Xipa Prime have on their toast?
<RogerEM> # ::hush falls over the crowd, Roger smiles like a cheshire and the countdown begins rapidly::
<Dr7> # Glazed smudefly pupae au gratin. It was rancid and gave them all digestive problems for the rest of the session.
<Dr7> #But the conference succeeeded.
<RogerEM> # That is absolutely... correct? ::cheesy smile falters::
<RogerEM> # ::a hum buzzing through the set coursing down the wires and into Roger's host seat::
<Dr7> #:::The Doctor leaps out of his seat:::
<RogerEM> # ::his teeth chatter, body tremors and hair begins frizzing, but his smile never falters::
<RogerEM> # :::crowd erupts into standing applause and cheers, music swells in celebration::
<Dr7> #:::The Don Pardoe-like announcer comes on reading the credits for the show as the theme music plays:::
<Dr7> #:::The Dr waves to the crowd and exits stage right.:::
<RogerEM> # ::Roger is stuck to his seet, chattering and smiling like a cheshire while he slaps the armrest of his seat unable to move::
<RogerEM> <pause Roger>
<Dr7> #:::The Producer is waiting for him::: Great work, Dr. Smith, I've been wanting to see that plastic smile like this for years! Take the second doorr from the left as you keep on down this hallway. Excude me, but I've gotta see this.:: Turns back to watching Roger.:::
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<Dr7> #::The Dr finds the door and walks through it.:::
<Dr7> # ////SOME TIME LATER////
<DirkLn> <very nicely done>
<Dr7> #::The Dr approaches thee TARDIS door with a small disk in his hand. He stops, turns, and addresses the empty sound stage.:::
<Dr7> #Well, Professor Who and his adventures are safe on this data disk. But why? Why is this information so important?
<Dr7> #::Shrugs::: Well, at least it was fun to acquire. 
<Dr7> #:::Dr hums "time warp again" as he entgers the TARDIS and closes the doorr behind him.:::
<DrZigfried> # T.V. EXECS>Professor Who we are cancelling you,for your ratings have plummeted beyond all record!
<Dr7> #::The TARDIS light blinks, the cosmis scraping sound begins again, and the TARDUS dematerializes.:::
<Dr7> <Wow, what a lot of typographical errors!>
<Dr7> <pause Dr7>
<IrishTCat> [[[[ Wooo Cheers Woo !  Sizzle Sizzle !   ]]]] 
<RogerEM> <pause all?>
<Dr7> <You don't sell the steak, you sell the sizzle>
<RogerEM> <<PAUSE SIM>>
<RogerEM> <<CUT AND PRINT>>
<DrZigfried> <pause T.V. Execs>
Session Close: Thu Jan 15 23:43:11 2004