Session Start: Wed Sep 15 20:17:04 2004
Session Ident: #whosim
* Logging #whosim to 'C:\Documents and Settings\Jennifer\Desktop\hart2.DALnet.20040915.txt'
<RavenaS> Hey, long time no see. How are things?
* DrWhoXI has joined #whosim
<DrWhoXI> Hello Jen
<DrWhoXI> Duncan?
<RavenaS> Hi Cody. Look who's here. Tuna as Guest.
<Guest29253> I am well. I missed you all. Too many evening duties.
<DrWhoXI> TUNA !!!!!!!!!!!
<RavenaS> Tuna, to change your nickname type /nick new name
* Guest29253 is now known as xtunax
<RavenaS> We've missed you too. I keep getting your newsletter. Been busy lately, haven't you?
<DrWhoXI> newsletter?
<xtunax> Yes, I have. I have a weekly newsletter that I subscribed Jen to. It documents the madness that is my life.
<RavenaS> Oh Tuna, can you change to my current e-mail addy. jennifer at kokoski dot com.
<RavenaS> I had to nuke jen@kokoski.com due to spam.
<DrWhoXI> :-/
<xtunax> Yes, I will do that. Send me an email message about it and I surely will not forget. I have so many web update things to do each week...
<RavenaS> My fault. I should have protected it more zealously. But there's a special place in hades for spammers.
<RavenaS> Ok, will do.
<RavenaS> So join us for a little simming tonight?
<DrWhoXI> It is so great for you to be here
<xtunax> No, your email message anout your change in email addresses was fine, I just didn't cross reference it to the newsletter.
<RavenaS> Oh, then you have my new e-mail addy. i don't need to resend?
<xtunax> I promised that I would serve you, Cody, as the Doctor. I have not kept that promise so far. But I will try to do the best I can.
<xtunax> The email you sent would be a reminder to change your subscription
<DrWhoXI> do you have a script?
<xtunax> I get 500 email messages a day and only 400 of them are spam, so it mounts up. This way I will change it as soon as I read your email.
<xtunax> OK on second thought that is about 250 emails a day and only 200 are spam. I got all Herodotus-like on the numberss there.
<DrWhoXI> :-)
<xtunax> The script is in front of me.
<DrWhoXI> would you like to claim any part?
<RavenaS> My ratio was more like 300 spams to 5 good e-mails. Much too troublesome for me to keep up. Course now I feel unloved when I check my e-mail. "No e-mail found"
<xtunax> I'll take Major Francis and action in the missile launch station.
<DrWhoXI> :-(
<DrWhoXI> Hope Duncan is okay, not like himto be late
<xtunax> afk
* DrWhoXI salutes the Major
<RavenaS> I'll take either the prisoners or fill in Phineas. You have a preference Cody?
<DrWhoXI> Nope
<DrWhoXI> Hollie and leftovers fine with me
<DrWhoXI> Hollie only because i have a bunch of facts lined up for Phineas to interrupt ;-)
<RavenaS> Ok, shall we get started then? I'll do Phineas to start and you do Hollie.
<RavenaS> ey, that's not Red Dwarf inspired is it?
<DrWhoXI> ;-)
* RavenaS is now known as ProfPhineas
<xtunax> <OK, I don't start until the middle, so I will just set the stage at the missle base>
* DrWhoXI is now known as Hollie
<ProfPhineas> I've got credits ready. Feel free to start whenever you wish Tuna. We'll meet up in the middle as always.
<ProfPhineas> A sort of free for all with characters? Yell when you want company or your toes get squashed.
<Hollie> <lol>
* ProfPhineas lights dim, music sounds, curtain rises
<ProfPhineas> <<NEW ADVENTURES OF DOCTOR WHO SIMULATION>>
<ProfPhineas> <<HART TROUBLE, PART TWO>>
<ProfPhineas> <<PLOT BY CODY JARRET>>
<xtunax> # = missle base
<ProfPhineas> @ = shores of Hart Island
<ProfPhineas> @ ::does a doubletake:: Doctor? Ravena?
<ProfPhineas> @ ::sees the TARDIS is also gone:: This doesn't bode well. ::opens his valise to take measurements::
<ProfPhineas> @ ::switches on the voice control and the interior lights up:: Response please. Hollie?
<Hollie> @ Good morning professor Phineas. How may I assist you?
<ProfPhineas> @ Bio signs, Hollie. Where are my companions?
<Hollie> @ There are not in range of my sensors
<xtunax> #::: Deep underground at Hart Island a missile lanch command centers is buried deep in the ground but it had electronic antennae and a buzz of technical and human sound,:::
<ProfPhineas> @ And the Gallifreyan Time Capsule?
<Hollie> @ Readings are unsteady. As if it was flickering in and out of existence
<xtunax> #:::Soldiers stare at displays. Tne Nike missles are designed to intercept incoming hostile missles. Each missile could save millions of lives.:::
<ProfPhineas> @ Hmm, anymore good news. ::surveying the landscape at a loss for any bearings::
<ProfPhineas> @ Hollie, space time coordinates. Where am I?
<Hollie> @ Galactic Standard of local reference, Profwssor?
<xtunax> #::: At the center of launch command a stark-looking officer with slightly grey hair reviews dispatches and print-outs.:::
<Hollie> @<Dooh or nor of>
<xtunax> #::It is Major James Francis.:::
<xtunax> #Francis> Pjilpott, what do your radars show?
<ProfPhineas> @ Let's follow the Doctor's footsteps. Local reference please.
<xtunax> #Philpott> Nothing, Major. Clear skies.
<Hollie> 1962 AD, October 23...
<Hollie> 3 hours to the start ofWW III
<ProfPhineas> @ ::studying the night sky taking note of the mist of the Mutter Spiral and Orion Constellation::
<xtunax> # Francis> Well, you just keep looking soldier, because those commies may decide to attack us at any moment, and you, sir, are the front line of defense for America against communist nuclear death. And don't forget that.
<Hollie> rth, USA, New York, New York City, Hart Island
<xtunax> #Philpot> Yes sir, I will sir!
<Hollie> <rth = Earth>
<ProfPhineas> @ :: nods at the report then startles as he comprehends what he's told:: Hollie, recheck data. World World III?
<Hollie> Yes Professor
<xtunax> #::Francis goes back to his dispatches and then tosses them down in front of him.:::
<Hollie> @ An accidental nucler explosion leads to ever mounting response till most of planet is destroyed
<xtunax> #Francis> Jenkins! Have you adjusted gthe staffing schedules to make sure we are at absolutel readiness.
<ProfPhineas> @ Your circuits must be seeping saline air. World World III did not occur in this human era.
<xtunax> # Jenkins> I have, sir, but I am not sure I understand your intense focus on reaqdiness.
<Hollie> @ In THIS time line it did Professor. We are not currently in our former space time stream
<xtunax> #Francis> You ain't following the news, Jenkins, and you certainly are not reading these special dispatches I receive.
<xtunax> # Capt. Jenkins> I act on the best information I have, sir.
<ProfPhineas> @ Oh my. Doctor, what have you done? ::asks the night sky as if awaiting a reply::
<ProfPhineas> @ Extent of devastation, Hollie?
<Hollie> @ They were in a high state of anziety due to missiles being deployed in Cuba by the..
<Hollie> @ Immediate death total 50% of Earth population
<ProfPhineas> @ Communist Dictatorship, yes, yes, I know this.
<xtunax> #Francis> The Russkies have us on this one. They secretly stationed missles on Cuba. JFK has called their bluff, and iot may be nuclear combat, toe to toe with the Russkies.
<ProfPhineas> <switch Phineas and Hollie lines>
<Hollie> @ Another 75% from radiation posioning in the first week
<xtunax> #Jenkins> Surprising for a rich boy democrat, eh?
<ProfPhineas> @ ::sobers at the news:: Total loss of life?
<xtunax> #Francis> He was a hero in the war, Jenkins, and don't forget that. He was a PT boat commander and he saved his crew. Looks like he's gonna save America on this one.
<Hollie> @ Within a period of one Earth standard year, 100% lost of life
<ProfPhineas> @ ::shuts eyes in disgust and dismay:: Worse than Minyos in the dark age.
<xtunax> #Jenkins> Or get us into a shooting war where everybody dies and nobody wins, sir.
<Hollie> @ Yes Professor
<ProfPhineas> @ Hollie, where did this accidental launching occur?
<Hollie> @ US Airmy Air Defence Center NY-15, on Hart Island
<xtunax> #Francis> Your politiccal opinions are irrelevant to your duty, Jenkins.
<xtunax> # Jenkins> Yes sir.
<ProfPhineas> @ Distance from our current location?
<Hollie> @ 3.21 kilometers
<Hollie> @ Shall I print or display a map Professor?
<ProfPhineas> @ Voice directions Hollie. I need all the light I can to avoid tripping over the terrain here.
<Hollie> @ Proceed N by Nw, Professor
<ProfPhineas> @ Which way? The sooner I get started fixing this snafu the sooner the TARDIS will synchronize in the time line. And hopefully her passengers with it.
<Hollie> @ Flashing arrow indicates direction Professor
<ProfPhineas> @ Thank you, Hollie. ::proceeds carefully yet quickly::
<ProfPhineas> <Cody, wanna be a prisoner with me? Preference?>
<Hollie> <okt any prefs for me now Hollie's finished?>
<Hollie> <lol GMTA>
<ProfPhineas> <You pick this one.>
<Hollie> <Brick and Ross?>
<ProfPhineas> ! = DOC Building
<xtunax> #Jenkins> Major, I am concerned about the operational readiness of the batteries over on Hart Island.
<ProfPhineas> <Gotcha, I'll be Sullivan and Ross>
<Hollie> <Bartlett?>
<xtunax> #Francis> ANd?
<Hollie> <we both said Ross>
<xtunax> # Jenkins> There is a report of undocumented civilians on the island, and e should send a detachment to apprehend them.
<ProfPhineas> ! ::Sgt. Sullivan escorts the prisoners into a metal storage shed:: Now, stop your grumbling and eat your rations before the critters get them. ::tosses a bag of food in with them::
<ProfPhineas> <Oh yeah, right. Bartlet and Sullivan>
<Hollie> ?new BrickRoss
<xtunax> #Francis> Civlians! We are about to have a nuclear war and we have random civilians walking around....or perhaps not so random. Do it, Captain, get a detachment out there immediately.
* Hollie is now known as Brick-Ross
<Brick-Ross> <sorry bout that chief>
<ProfPhineas> ! Sullivan> And any cracks out of any of ye, I'll have ye up at dawn sweeping out the old saw mill with toothbrushes.
<xtunax> #Jenkins> Yes sir.
<Brick-Ross> ! ::Like an oversized animal Brick santcges bag of food::
<ProfPhineas> ! ::Sullivan slams the shed door shut, then locks the padlock::
<Brick-Ross> ! B > Brick hungry
<xtunax> #Sft Moran> With all due resoect, sirs, we won't have a secret base for very long if we use a hard military move so openly.
<ProfPhineas> ! ::Sullivan breathes sigh of relief and settles down in an old wood chair in an abandoned guard office::
<ProfPhineas> <pause Sullivan for the moment>
<Brick-Ross> ! B > ::Searches thru bags dispensing the food inside::
<ProfPhineas> ! Bartlett> Easy bruiser, you don't want to eat the bag by mistake.
<xtunax> #Sgt Moran> We have 100 acres here, and only 3 of them are the base itself. It might be better to lay low and keep track of them.
<Brick-Ross> ! R > Just hope theres a enough to satisfy him or we might not be here in the morning
<ProfPhineas> ! ::Bartlett leans against the door listening for the retreating sounds of their guard's footsteps::
<Brick-Ross> ! ::Brick glares at a suddenly quiet Ross>\::
<xtunax> #:::Buzzers go off and lights blink. A voice announces::: Nuclear Alert! Stations.
<ProfPhineas> ! Now, now gentlemen, no need for cannabalism, yet. After all, you don't really expect to get a good night's sleep here.
<xtunax> #Francis> That's it gentlemen, radars up and missles primed!
<xtunax> #Francis> Set extra base security, Jenkins.
<Brick-Ross> ! B > ::Brick lays out a couple of empty sacks :: This'll do me fine
<Brick-Ross> ! R ::Mutters:: Surprised he doesn't sleep on his feet'
<Brick-Ross> ! R > ::Looks for something clean for a bed::
<ProfPhineas> ! Really? I have a much more comfortable bed in mind in the Bronx. If you play your cards right, we'll all be sleeping in much more comfortable digs tomorrow night. 
<ProfPhineas> ! Assuming the two of you are up for a little more work tonight.
<Brick-Ross> ! R > You really going to bust out on this cheesecake detail? What's wrong with you Bartlett?
<Brick-Ross> ! B > Bronx? Got people there
<ProfPhineas> ! Toiling away three years in this hell hole doesn't seem fair punishment for robbing a few bucks off a liquor store.
<Brick-Ross> ! R > Look wiseguy, I'm a trustte and I'm blowing that sweet deal for a botched up run'
<ProfPhineas> ! And just outside that wall is a short walk and swim to freedom. I got friends in the harbor. All we need to do is cut our way out of here.
<Brick-Ross> ! R > ::Lays down:: You two have fun, see youin the morning
<ProfPhineas> ! ::reveals the tin shears he pocketed earlier:: Anyone with me?
<Brick-Ross> ! B> Swim? Ah.... Brick a fighter not a swimmer
<Brick-Ross> ! R Oh yeah this plan'll work ::Snorts::
<ProfPhineas> ! Come on Brusier, don't tell me your as yellow-bellied as this stump.
<Brick-Ross> ! B > ::Steps toward Bartlett and looks down at the standing man:: You think Brick is yellow?
<ProfPhineas> ! Word is you're in here for breaking a man's neck. That takes strength. Not the weak-kneed actions of a scaredy-cat check kiter. ::snide look at Ross's curled form::
<Brick-Ross> ! > B > ::Drops head in shame:: Brick only push him, he was making fun of me, I didn't mean to hurt him none
<Brick-Ross> ! R Check kiter? Ha! I sir am an artist
<ProfPhineas> ! Course not, deserved it the runt. All my buds have heard of you. Brick the Bruiser Davis. Man, you're a legend in the heavy weight world.
<ProfPhineas> ! But you're never gonna be the world champion rotting away on hard labor here.
<Brick-Ross> ! B > ::Smiles :: You see me fight? ?
<Brick-Ross> ! B > Ok.... Brick will go with you
<ProfPhineas> ! Has Sinatra done Vegas? You don't just fight Bruiser. You're fists are made of steel.
<Brick-Ross> ! R :: Good, maybe I can get a decent sleep without the buzzsaw snoring
<Brick-Ross> ! B > Ah c'mon ::beams at Bartlett::
<ProfPhineas> ! ::slaps Brick on shoulders and hands him a shear:: With the right tools I don't think any obstacle will stand in our way. ::looks meaningfully at Ross::
<Brick-Ross> ! B > ::Bricks starts cutting thru the side of the shed as if it were tissue paper::
<ProfPhineas> ! Let's get cracking on that back wall before Sullivan wakes up from his whiskey nap.
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<Brick-Ross> <shazbot>
<ProfPhineas> <so sez me>
<ProfPhineas> ! ::in his office cubby, Sullivan sips from his pocket flask and settles into a tipsy snore::
<Brick-Ross> ! R> ::To Bartlett::: Be sure to tell Lenny about the rabbits, George. ::laughs::
<ProfPhineas> ! ::some time later, the wall gives and reveals the night air::
<ProfPhineas> ! ::sneaks up on and startles Ross face to face:: Glad you're in a good humor Ross. Wish I could say the same.
<Brick-Ross> ! E > ::Gulps:: What's the matter.boss?
<ProfPhineas> ! ::crouches down, coddling the sharpened shear in his hands:: I got a little problem I want your opinion on, white boy.
<Brick-Ross> <grr R not e>
<Brick-Ross> ! R > Always glad to help a close friend Mr? Bartlett
<ProfPhineas> ! Rise of the moon, I'd say it's about 1 am. Even with the tide, it'll take another 2 hours until my buddies can affect an undetected pickup.
<ProfPhineas> ! If old Sully comes back on his watch, and learns my direction from loosey goosey it could make things difficult.
<Brick-Ross> ! R > Just say what you need and it's done, Boss
<Brick-Ross> ! R > not... not me. Silent as a mouse I am. Ask anybody
<ProfPhineas> ! I could leave you here, trust you'll play dumb, maybe even ensure you do. ::threateningly turns sheath between his fingers::
<Brick-Ross> ! B> Little guy always talking even if noh-thing to say
<ProfPhineas> ! Or out of the kindness of my heart, I could take you with me to the promised land of freedom. Which should I do, kid?
<Brick-Ross> ! > R > Easy boss. Most talented fingers on the eas coast. You wouldn't want to hurt them... make you a fortune they could
<Brick-Ross> ! > R > ::Tries to smile:: Let's blow tis dump, eh, Boss?
<ProfPhineas> ! ::smiles a chilling smile:: Hoped you'd say that. ::pockets his shear and moves toward the blown exit::
<ProfPhineas> ! After you.
<ProfPhineas> @ = Phineas at Bunker
<Brick-Ross> ! R > :::Adam's aples bobs furiously:: Whatever you say, boss
<Brick-Ross> ! B > ::Giggles as he peels hole wider like it were tin foil::
<ProfPhineas> @ ::some time later, Phineas arrives at the secret base, hides behind some cover and studies the guard on patrol::
<Brick-Ross> <Want to split scenes so we can have someone to play against?>
<ProfPhineas> <We can play against each other. How far did Tuna get?>
<Brick-Ross> <test>
<Brick-Ross> <setting up security>
<ProfPhineas> <Sorry, my Dad came up to talk. Big things at work. The lawsuit he was involved in for the last year got settled.>
<Brick-Ross> <favorably I hope>
<ProfPhineas> <Yeah. We didn't get anything out of it except what we had, but we didn't lose anything either.>
<ProfPhineas> @ ::reaches into his valise for his shield weapon, adjusts it for stun::
<Brick-Ross> < and at least it's a little off his load >
<ProfPhineas> @ ::times the guards' patrol so he can slip by unnoticed without stunning guards::
<ProfPhineas> @ ::Phineas slips into the bunker via a service entrance, making sure guards don't see him::
<ProfPhineas> @ ::Bartlett leads his companions toward the air station on the coast and nods toward the guards on patrol::
<ProfPhineas> <Have Brick and Bartlett take out the guards>
<Brick-Ross> @ :::Brick waits till the gusrda meet at the corner of the fence. One quick spring and  a left jab drops one guard and a right hook knocks out the other before the first can hit the ground::
<Brick-Ross> <Just what I was typing lol>
<ProfPhineas> @ ::quickly snatches up the guard rifles and passes one to Brick::
<ProfPhineas> @ Ok sticky fingers, your turn. Get us inside that service hatch.
<Brick-Ross> @ :::The M-3 carbine seems to disappear in Brick's massive fists. Hidden by Brick , Ross takes a pistol and stuffs it inside his coveralls::
<Brick-Ross> @ > R > Right on it, Boss
<Brick-Ross> @ ::Ross goes to electronic bunker hatch and is immediately confounded, this was no simple safe cracking job::
<Brick-Ross> @ R > ::Ross checks the handle and magically it opens. Although startled himself he remains calm :: There you go. Magic fingers, that's me ::Grins like a fool::
<Brick-Ross> @ B ::: Brick swings open 3 foot thick steel door like it was a screen door:: Inside?
<Brick-Ross> <Want Sullivan or me?>
<ProfPhineas> <I always want you. ;) Oh, you me you take Sully. Yeah, you take him, and I'll do phineas.>
<Brick-Ross> <::blush::: ahhhh gosh>
<Brick-Ross> <What was symbol for Sully?>
<ProfPhineas> @ Bart> Now keep your eyes peeled. Air Stations like this at least have a radio or an evacuation raft. We need the supply room.
<ProfPhineas> <Pick a new one.>
<ProfPhineas> ! = Phineas
<Brick-Ross> % = abandoned building
* Brick-Ross is now known as SgtSullivan
<ProfPhineas> ! ::Phineas traverses the corridors, keeping his ears and eyes open for danger::
<SgtSullivan> % ::The Sargant opens his comfortable sleeping bed on a once beaytiful oak desk::
<ProfPhineas> ! Hollie> Armed homo sapiens approaching north-norhwest, professor.
<SgtSullivan> % ::Reaching inside his tunic, he produces a small silver flask and takes a sip ot "the breath of life" as his dear departed grandfather called Irish whiskey::
<ProfPhineas> ! ::ducks into a supply closet moments before a patrol hustles into positions around the base::
<SgtSullivan> % Ah, yes. Fir for a Lord. Chacks old family pocket watch:: Time to check on the lads then off to the arms of Morpheus ::Walks out of room::
<ProfPhineas> @ ::Bartlett leads his group down a service corridor and stops at a door marked AUXILLIARY::
<SgtSullivan> <gggggggrrrr, fir for, dooh>
<ProfPhineas> @ Bart> This looks promising. Bruiser, take a whack at this knob?
<SgtSullivan> @ Brick > ::Smnaps of door knog like it were a twig::
<ProfPhineas> @ Brick> ::twists the doorknob in his meaty hands, crushing it to a pulp, the door swings ajar::
<ProfPhineas> <GMTA>
<SgtSullivan> <Cut mind, spooky lady ;-)>
<SgtSullivan> <mine, dooh. Fruedian slip or typo?>
<ProfPhineas> @ ::Bartlett steps into the auxilliary comm room and flips on a light::
<ProfPhineas> @ ::they find nothing but a panel of elaborate control panels::
<SgtSullivan> % ::The policeman knocks on the door of shed and gets no response. Doing a walk a round he finds the hole in the back:: Those balsted %^&$$ !
<ProfPhineas> @ Well, time to improvise. Sticky fingers, you know your way around a CB right?
<SgtSullivan> % ::Searches ground with his flashlight and starts to follow the escaped prisoners.;: If they're lucky I'll just plug 1 or 2 in the leg, otherwise ::Polishes rught fist with left hand:: I'll wipe the smirks off their faces. After all, you don't need two good eyes to pick up trash and burn it. ::Disappears towards NIKE station::
<ProfPhineas> @ Ringing up my friends on this thing should be a piece of cake, for you, right?
<SgtSullivan> @ No problem Boss. You got a frquency in mu=ind?
<SgtSullivan> <dooh>
<ProfPhineas> @ ::tells Ross the frequency and message to send::
<ProfPhineas> @ ::then takes guard at the door, listening close as the sound of footsteps rush about::
<SgtSullivan> @ R > ::Flips off lights in room:: Ooops sorry ::Turns them back on and too many other swir=tches as well for as the light returns security klaxons sound and a series of lights move to red::
<SgtSullivan> @ > Sgt. Moran > ::kicking away sleeping men:: Move it! Move It! This ain't no drill, ladies!
<ProfPhineas> ! = Phineas
<ProfPhineas> ! ::hears the alarms sound, takes note::
<ProfPhineas> <close on Phineas and Hollie to describe what has happened?>
<ProfPhineas> ! Hollie, report please. What do those klaxons signify?
<SgtSullivan> @ Sgt Moran> Lock and load girls! See anyone not in uniform... put them down ask questions afterward. Am I clear?
<SgtSullivan> @ ::Soliers as one:: Sargant! Yeas Sargant! 
<ProfPhineas> <test>
<SgtSullivan> ! Hollie > The base is now on alert Professor, the accident has occured, a dozen W-31 warheads are now active and set for a 40kT blast... each
<ProfPhineas> <my computer's gonna crash in a mo, Cody. I need to end it.>
<SgtSullivan> @ ::Unnoticed except my Hollie 12 lights flash red for armed! :::
<SgtSullivan> <read you>
<SgtSullivan> <dooh except BY not my>
<SgtSullivan> <Pause all>
<SgtSullivan> <That's the cliff>
<ProfPhineas> <pause?
<ProfPhineas> <<PAUSE SIM>>
<ProfPhineas> <<CUT AND PRINT>>
<SgtSullivan> ::Theme music swells over klaxons::
<SgtSullivan> <yeppers>
<SgtSullivan> Bravo
<SgtSullivan> and some timing as well
<ProfPhineas> Thanks Cody. Sorry. Just got a Windows Explorer error. It wants to shut down. I'll catch up with ya tomorrow.
<ProfPhineas> Night and God bless!
<SgtSullivan> Good night and God bledd maybe we can talk next time
<SgtSullivan> bless doooh
Session Close: Wed Sep 15 22:23:14 2004