Session Start: Thu Feb 19 21:15:51 2004
Session Ident: #whosim
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<KaneGrimblade> <===== Major Jefferson
<KaneGrimblade> <Thanks, Cody>
<DoctorEleven> <negative>
<DoctorEleven> <For what Kane?>
<JenK> <I e-mailed to bboak@charter.net. Can you read it online?>
<JenK> <Open your browser to nadw.whosim.org/script.html>
<KaneGrimblade> <Letting me run Jefferson>
<JenK> <Cody has the 11th Doctor.>
<KaneGrimblade> <Anybody know where I can buy a Keyboard with Big Keys?>
<Pegleg_The_Smeg> I believe we were on casting call.
<JenK> <Calls for Josiah, Widow Penworthy, Pleasance, Biggs & Keefe?>
<DoctorEleven> <ok got scipt page>
<JenK> <Tuna, David, you guys claimed roles?>
<Pegleg_The_Smeg> <Tuna and David,time to claim your roles.>
<AlxKeegan> <I can play Josiah>
<Tuna> <bak. direct me to a role>
<KaneGrimblade> <Wb>
<JenK> <Feel like going drag? Widow Penwrothy and Pleasance are open.>
<Tuna> <will do>
<Pegleg_The_Smeg> <How about Biggs and Keefe,Tuna,they are baddies also.>
<Tuna> <=== Widow Penworthy, Pleasance
<DoctorEleven> <Dusts off old drag gear and hands it to Tuna>
<JenK> <David can do Biggs and Keefe. They are small parts for Josiah, ok David?>
<KaneGrimblade> <Sorry about that, Cody. ::Sheepish look:: Thanks, Duncan>
<JenK> <Are we ready for credits?>
<Tuna> <OK, let's rip it>
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<Pegleg_The_Smeg> <your welcome,Joel,I've missed you!>
<DoctorEleven> <break cyber legs all :-) >
<AlxKeegan> <okey dokey, sending them, don't sendanything till I"m finished>
*** Pegleg_The_Smeg is now known as Robertson
<Tuna> <Joel is awesome in the sim, and outside of it as I remember>
<AlxKeegan> <<<The New Adventures of Doctor Who Simulation>>>
*** Tuna is now known as PenwPlea
<AlxKeegan> <<<"Midnight Revolution, Part Two">>>
<AlxKeegan> <<<by Jen Kokoski & Cody Jarrett>>>
<RavenaS> @ = Barn
<DoctorEleven> <:-P one t ;-) >
<PenwPlea> # - Shaw Farmhouse
<PenwPlea> # ::Pleasance cmes racing out of the house to see what the ruckus is.:::
<RavenaS> @ ::Ravena looks at the stranger noticing he's falling fast asleep::
<PenwPlea> #:::Widow Penworth follows scoffingly::: What is all this tarnation ruckus?
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<RavenaS> @ ::she creeps over to the barn doors and peeks through the crack::
<DoctorEleven> @ :::Softly::WE must remain alert at all cost ::Passes out::
<RavenaS> @ ::the assembly of angry men focuses before her, the acrid smell of gunfire wafts through the air::
<KaneGrimblade> ::The Major steps down out of the Saddle,and whirs around, drawing a pistol from his belt::
<Robertson> #::Robertson::clutches at his shot arm,groaning>Me and my DREADFUL bugling,no wonder I got shot!
<RavenaS> @ ::looks back at stranger, notes his stillness and returns to eavesdropping n the fracas outside::
<PenwPlea> # Pleasance> What is all of this, gentleman, are we in such a battlefield?
<RevJosiah> # ::The Reverend looks suspiciously over the yard::::
<Robertson> #::An Elephant with Hemeroids is what I sounded like!
<DoctorEleven> @ ::Dreams of driving a strange yellow auto at high speed::
<DoctorEleven> <Test>
<KaneGrimblade> # ::Turns, and seeing a woman, lowers the pistol:: Begging your pardon, Maam. I am Major Jefferson, aid to General Washington,
<RavenaS> <Don't forget jellbabies Cody.>
<Robertson> #Serves me right for forgetting my lantern,and Maj.Jefferson warned me about that in the dark.
<PenwPlea> #:::Pleasance smiles:: Then you are doing the lord's work, for my husband serves your commander.
<KaneGrimblade> # Myself and my Men have been sent by General Washington seeking a dnagerous stranger we have reports about, who may be nearby.
<RevJosiah> #::::The Reverend doffs his hat towards the widow:::
<KaneGrimblade> # Aye, Maam. ::Smiles::
<Robertson> #::Attempts to get up and finds himself too weak!
<KaneGrimblade> # ::Looks at the Magistrate, a glimmer of distaste in his eyes::
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<RevJosiah> #:::icyly::: Speaking of the stranger...Please tell us where the Shaw "healer" is.
<PenwPlea> # Widow> Well, gentleman, I am glkad you come as friends, but such a ruckus in our yard!
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<KaneGrimblade> # ::Steps to one side and holds out a hand to Robertson to help him up::
<DoctorEleven> <:-/ DID LAST BIT COME ACROSS?>
<DoctorEleven> <Sorry didnt mean to shout ;-) >
<RavenaS> <last you typed was TEST>
<Robertson> #Thank you Maj.Jefferson,Sir!
<DoctorEleven> <ty Jen>
<KaneGrimblade> # ::Nods:: Not by my choice, Maam. Seems that some overly anxious people around here decided that Robertson here looked like he was wearing Red.
<KaneGrimblade> # :::Nods at Robertson, then steps forward:: Have you seen any suspicious looking stangers here abouts, Maam?
<Robertson> # They were probably DRUNK, Maj.Jefferson Sir!
<RavenaS> <David, don't forget to mention the Shaw healer>
<KaneGrimblade> # ::Raises an eyebrow at the tone of voice the Magistrate has used and gives him a look of disaproval::
<Robertson> <I believe David already did,Jen.>
<RavenaS> <Oh sorry.>
<Robertson> <np>
<PenwPlea> #Penworthy> Stop this yammering, gentglemen, this man is bleeeding. Qucikly, bring him intto our house.
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<DrWho11> <Grrr, did white bag bit make it?>
<RavenaS> <Ready for our next scene Cody?>
<RavenaS> <Nope.>
<DrWho11> <k, if bloody mIRC will let me :-P>
<RavenaS> <But we're ready to begin your ramblings.>
<RavenaS> @ ::listens to the men retreat, biting her lip in deep thought::
<KaneGrimblade> # Thank You, Maam.
<PenwPlea> #WidowP> :::Glaring look at the rest of the men::: AND..please stay out of the way while we attempt to save this man's life, if you would!
<DrWho11> @ ::Smiloes as he thinks of offwerinf a small white bag of jelly \babies to a leather clad savage::
<Robertson> #::Enters Shaw house with the Aide of Maj.Jefferson.
<RavenaS> @ ::wonders if the "dangerous stranger" is very near::
<RavenaS> @ ::remembers his mysterious arrival in a swirl of smoke::
<KaneGrimblade> # ::Steps inside the House behind Robertson, a steadying hand on his shoulder::
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<PenwPlea> #Pleasance> Handle him geenttly, you might increase the bleeding.
<Robertson> # Maam::adressing Widow Pennyworth::Some whiskey for the pain?
<RevJosiah> # :::the Reverend frowns, offended:::
<RavenaS> @ ::whispers to self:: It could have been a ruse, smoke bombs... a babbling victim to gain my trust.
<RavenaS> @ ::puts her hand on the barn door, slowly creaking it open to go get the soldiers::
<RavenaS> @ ::but then she hears the stranger stir::
<PenwPlea> #Pleasance> Brfing him over here to this chair, let me see his arm... hmmm...
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<PenwPlea> #Widow> You are lucky to have Pleasance tending you, soldier, she has a talent for healing as well.
<KaneGrimblade> # ::Removes his hat, Looks at Robertson with a frown:: This isn't a barn, lad. Off with your hat! And no whiskey for you either, lad. On duty now, last thing I need is you tipsy.
<DoctorEleven> <Someone musrt send me a log, like to see what if any old DW refs made it :-/>
<RavenaS> @ ::approaches him, stuies him, his face bleeding from odd streaks:: Claw marks...?
<RavenaS> <I will.>
<Robertson> # It must run in the family, Widow Pennyworth.
<RevJosiah> # :::the Reverend looks at Biggs and Keefe"
<DoctorEleven> @ :::Bats his hands at imaginary webs:::
<RevJosiah> # Let's be off, we have other things to do..for now.
<RavenaS> @ ::makes her decision and reaches for a bucket of water::
<PenwPlea> # Pleasance> Now this won't hurt that much, you need to be brave.
<DoctorEleven> @ :::softly but obviously distressed:: No, no, Not spiders.
<RavenaS> @ Ssshhh.. it's all right, sir. ::gently wipes the dried blood away from his brow::
<Robertson> #::Removes his hat,>Sorry ladies my injuries have made me lax in my manners.
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<RevJosiah> # ::the Reverend wheels around his horse and rides off::
<RavenaS> @ Be still. I have to treat your wounds before they become infected.
<KaneGrimblade> # ::Nods:: Good lad.
<RavenaS> @ ::dabs a clean handkerchief in water then mixes in some herbs from a waist pouch ::
<PenwPlea> #WidowPenworthy> So, chasing some dangerous character I thought I heard, tell me more about it...
<RavenaS> @ ::applies the poultice to the stranger's forehead::
<KaneGrimblade> # ::Watches the young Lady tend Robertson's wound for a moment, then looks at the elder Lady::
<RavenaS> @ This might sting a little.
<Robertson> # I would have to be shot in my bugling arm.
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<RavenaS> @ ::the stranger calms:: That's it. I won't hurt you.
<RevJosiah> & = Meeting House
<DWeleven> <Did you get Not a sir< I'm the Doctor?>
<PenwPlea> #Pleasance> There, it looks like jusy a flesh wound, and the bleeding is slowing. :::treats arm delicately::
<RavenaS> @ Can you tell me your name, sir? And how you came by these injuries?
<KaneGrimblade> # Well... First Lady, ::Looks at the Widow::, Maam, I am Major Patrick Jefferson, aid to General Washington. ::Smiles:: It would be nice to whom I owe Thanks for inviting myself and the lad into your home and for treating his wound?
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<DWeleven> @ My name?
<RavenaS> @ Surely you're called something, besides sir.
<KaneGrimblade> <add know between to and whom on my last>
<DWeleven> ::Remembers yelling at a mustached man in uniform for being so violent and blowing up everything::
<PenwPlea> # I am the widow Penworthy, of family distinguished and true to our struggle for fredom.
<DWeleven> @ ::Smiles at contracdiction:: Smythe... John Smythe scentific advisor for UNIT
<DWeleven> @ Whatever that is :::Eyes blank out again::
<KaneGrimblade> # ::Nods:: Is a pleasure to meet you Maam, and to thank you for the sacrifices your family has made to the Cause.
<RevJosiah> & :::the Reverend looks coldly at Biggs and Keefe::
<PenwPlea> # Widow> This is my gracious compatriot, Pleasance Shaw.
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<Robertson> # I am Private Robertson,ladies,Maj.Jefferson's scout,well one of them anyway.
<RavenaS> @ Well, Mr. Smythe, it's a pleasure to meet you, though perhaps not under the best circumstances.
<PenwPlea> #Widow> Ravenna should be around here somewhere. Not like that girl not to be where the action is.
<KaneGrimblade> # A pleasure to meet you, Maam. Thank You for tending to the wounds of Robertson.
<DWeleven> @ Nopt Mister ... ::OFfers hand:: I am the ... Doctor?
<PenwPlea> #Pleasance> He deserves the best of care, sir.
<KaneGrimblade> # :::looks at Robertson:: Introduce yourself, lad.
<KaneGrimblade> # Yes, he does.
<RavenaS> @ Doctor Smythe? You're a physician?
<DWeleven> @ Thanks you for your help, but I must find th TARDIS
<RevJosiah> & Well then...
<RavenaS> @ ::follows his wounds down his face to his neck and then arms and chest::
<DWeleven> @ Hmm, no ... but I am qualified... I think
<Robertson> # I just introduced myself to miss Pleasance and Widow PennyWorth,Maj.Jefferson Sir!
<RavenaS> @ How did you come to be in my woods. And what happened? It looks as if an animal got to you.
<KaneGrimblade> # Ladies, I have been sent by General Washington to seek out a strnger who seeks to damage the cause. Have you, Maam, ::Looks at the Widow::, seen any suspicious persons or heard any disturbances?
<PenwPlea> #Pleasance> :::Wraps the wound in clean linen and binds it gently:: Well, brave soldier, take care of yourself anf keep that wound clean.
<KaneGrimblade> # ::Looks at Robertson for a moment and nods:: Theres a good lad.
<Robertson> # Yes Maam!
<PenwPlea> #Widow> We have been very attentive, sir, but have not noticed anything except some occasional racket caused by a certain Josiah. But, nothing overly suspicious.
<RavenaS> @ ::pulls out a blanket:: Easy now. You need rest.
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<RevJosiah> # That hag....::clenches his fist::
<RavenaS> <Hey Cody.>
<RevJosiah> <ooops, make that a &>
<DoctorEleven> <Sorry Jen what was last that made it?>
<RavenaS> <I'm covering yu up with a blanket. Perhaps mention the TARDIS again.>
<RavenaS> <Hmm, no but I'm qualified... I think.>
<Robertson> # Josiah? That man is not to be trusted,Maj.Jefferson,Sir!
<KaneGrimblade> # ::Nods:: Thank you, Maam. Might I ask Maam, of you and your families welfare? If you have a letter that you'd like me to see is delivered?
<DoctorEleven> @ Where's that imbecile Harry Sullivan, He's a physician
<RavenaS> @ There was no stranger in the woods, besides you. Is he your travel companion? Perhaps he's with your boat? TARDIS?
<PenwPlea> #Pleasance> I have a note for my husband serving with your general, perhaps you could deliver it for me?
<KaneGrimblade> # It would be a pleasure to, Maam.
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<KaneGrimblade> # ::Extends hand for the letter::
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<RavenaS> @ Doctor> TARDIS, yes. Where did the old girl get to.
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<PenwPlea> #Pleasance> :::Takes a small note from her bodice::
<KaneGrimblade> # ::Averts eyes::
<RevJosiah> <who's doing biggs and keefe? me?>
<RavenaS> @ Perhas your friend is tying it up at the river?
<RavenaS> <Yup.>
<Robertson> #:Averts eyes also.
<DoctorEleven> <and yet again what was last yall saw? Jen It might be good idea if you called :-/>
<PenwPlea> #Pleasance> :::hands it over gently::: Thank you sir. It is so difficult for all of us in these times of strife.
<RavenaS> <I will.>
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<PenwPlea> #WidowP> :::Smiles::: Well I wish you the best of luck, and we will keep our eyes open for any strangers lurking about.
<KaneGrimblade> # ::Takes the letter and places it inside my coat:: Your Welcome, Maam. I know it is, is a pleasure to meet such Ladies who send thier only man off to War to aid the cause.
<RevJosiah> & How dare she treat me like that?
<PenwPlea> #Pleasance> We all do what we can, sir.
<KaneGrimblade> # Thank You, Maam, ::Military bow at the Widow::, Lady, ::Identical bow to Pleasance::
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<KaneGrimblade> # Come on lad, get moving, we have to get back to Camp.
<Robertson> #::Bows at Pleasance and Widow Pennyworth also.
<RavenaS> @ Doctor> Tell Sarah Jane to meet me at the TARDIS. It's right...
<Robertson> #::Follows Maj.Jefferson.>Coming Sir!
<KaneGrimblade> # ::Walks out of the House, stands to one side letting Robertson pass, then closing the door softly behind him::
<RavenaS> @ Doctor> It's right over... ::grasps her arm, stares into Ravena's eyes:: Where is the old girl anyway?
<KaneGrimblade> # ::Turns and knocks on the door::
<Robertson> # By now my horse is already at Camp,Sir!
<RavenaS> @ Don't worry about that now. You need rest. We'll sort it out in the daylight.
<RevJosiah> &Keefe> She has firends in high places, sir.
<KaneGrimblade> # Maam, I feel bad about leaving you alone with a stranger lurking about and rabble like what I saw that attacked Rovbetson. I would like to send some soldiors to act as Guard.
<PenwPlea> @WidowP> Yes, what is it?
<RavenaS> @ Doctor> All right matron. ::settles down into the hay:: You're in charge Jamie.
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<RavenaS> @ ::covers Doctor with blanket as the barn doors creak open behind her::
<RavenaS> @ ::snaps toward the noise, blocking the view of Dr. Smythe::
<PenwPlea> #WidowP> I assure you, sir, that will not be neceessary. This is not a front line area, and my employee Strom can protect us, and we can protect ourselves. Our troops are better used to fight the torries, sir.
<KaneGrimblade> # ::Nods:: Very well, Maam. I shall not then. If you do hear of anything do send word to me.
<RevJosiah> & ::the REverend practically growls in his anger:::::
<KaneGrimblade> # ::Turns and walks towards my horse:: ::Steps into the stirrup and pulls himself up and onto the saddle::
<Robertson> # Sir,can I ride with you? My horse bolted back to camp when I was shot,Sir!
<KaneGrimblade> # ::Grabs the reigns and hols them, looks at Robertson:; Fllow along lad. :::Makes a clicking noise, urging the horsae into a fast walk::
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<Robertson> # ::Follows as fast as his legs will carry him!
<PenwPlea> #WidowP:::Turns to Pleasance:: Now where did that girl Ravenna go to. I hope she isn't on another of her midnight romps!
<KaneGrimblade> # No lad you can't. She'll only hold me after such a ride.
<PenwPlea> #Pleasance> She is an adventurous spirit, no doubt about that.
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<RevJosiah> & Biggs> What are those soldiers after?
<KaneGrimblade> $ = Soldiors Encampment
<PenwPlea> #WidowP> :::Looks inside house then leaves by back door, followed by Pleasance. Hears a noise in the barn and goes to the shut barn doo.:::
<Robertson> #::Recovers bugle from where it fell,when Maj.Jefferson and Robertson reach that area!
<PenwPlea> #WidowP> :::Knocks on barn door::: Ravenna, is that you? What are you doing in there?
<KaneGrimblade> $ :::Rides into the encampment::
<Robertson> $::Adams::storing the supplies in the supply tent as Maj. Jefferson ordered!
<KaneGrimblade> $ ::The horse still moving at a slow walk::
<Robertson> $::Arrriving in encampment.
<RevJosiah> &It's some nonsense, having to do with this tedious rebellion.
<KaneGrimblade> $ ::Rides the horse to the side of my tent, dismounts::
<PenwPlea> <@ = barn I guess>
<RevJosiah> & They're seeking a Loyalist to the Crown.
<Robertson> $::Adams goes to greet Maj.Jefferson at the encampment!
<RavenaS> @ Nothing... Nothing Aunt Edwina. Just a minute.
<KaneGrimblade> $ ::Looks back over his shoulder, a trace of suspicion in his eyes::
<KaneGrimblade> $ ::Looks at Robertson:: Sit down lad.
<Robertson> $ Adams>Sir, all supplies accounted for and safely secured as ordered!
<KaneGrimblade> $ ::Nods:: Good.
<Robertson> $ :::Robertson sits down.
<RavenaS> @ ::faces her intruders:: Pleasance, Aunt, what are you both doing up at this hour?
<Robertson> $ Adams>What happened to you,Robertson? Did the Tory Spy shoot you?
<Robertson> $ No. Just some overanxoius locals,mistaking me for an animal.The Poachers!
<KaneGrimblade> $ ::Walks into his tent and picks up a canvas camp chair and walks back out with it::
<PenwPlea> @WidowP> There was a commotion in the yard,a wounded solider, all dealt with now. And what have you been doing. Not been at "it" again, have you. That moron Josiah would love to catch you.
<KaneGrimblade> $ ::Sits down in the chair::
<RevJosiah> & :::the Reverend, Biggs and Keefe all laugh heartily:::
<PenwPlea> @Pleasance> Ravenna, are you hiding something in here?
<KaneGrimblade> $ I wouldn't be so sure of that, Lad.
<Robertson> $ Besides,Adams, Torry Spies would be better shots!
<RevJosiah> & :::to Biggs:::What did you find in the woods? Was she there?
<RavenaS> @ No. ::snaps:: I mean, I was taking in the night air. Is there a sin that?
<KaneGrimblade> $ They, especially that Magistrate, seemed awfully eager to shoot just about anyone they saw on those lands.
<RavenaS> @ ::casually walks over to her kin, carefully avoiding a back look at Dr. Smythe::
<PenwPlea> @No, but that morally depraved Josiah is looking for any reason to have our land, and we have to man of legal status to defend us.
<PenwPlea> #WidowP> We are in a precarious position, Ravenna, and you would help us all by not flaunting convention quite so much. 
<KaneGrimblade> $ ::Looks back in the direction of the farm:: ::Eyes narrowing slightly in the oncoming sunset::
<Robertson> $ Then,Josiah Henry is after those poor Shaw women's home?
<RavenaS> @ Rev Henry can covet all he likes of us, Pleasance. We are not the ones to answer for it to the Maker.
<KaneGrimblade> $ ::Nods:: That could be, or it could also be other things as well, Lad. Just don't be too quick to believe the odvious.
<Robertson> $ Maj. Jefferson,Sir,I can't believe that miss Pleasance and the Widoe Pennyworth are actually traitors!
<RavenaS> <Tuna?>
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<RevJosiah> & Keefe> We saw a light  in the woods...:::hushed;; A ghost light
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<KaneGrimblade> $ ::Mutters to himself, brow furrowed in thought, the words barely audible:: The Shaw farm is, afterall, barely a league from the river.
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<PenwPlea> @WidowP> I know what to expect in heaven, my dear, I just want to arrive there in one piece is all. We need to take care in times like these.
<Robertson> $ Adams>We could go there at dawn Sir with a contingent of men to search the Shaw farm for answeres!
<KaneGrimblade> $ ::Looks at Robertson:: I have to agree, Lad. They hardly seem the type, ::Thoughtful look:: though..........
<PenwPlea> @WidowP> Honestly, we;ve all had enough excitement tonight. I say we all try to get some rest before the sun comes up.
<RavenaS> @ Of course, Aunt Edwina. I meant no disrespect.
<KaneGrimblade> $ ::Raise an eyebrow:: I hardly think that many will be rerquired, Lad.
<RevJosiah> & Biggs> There was a man there as well..I'm sure of it.
<PenwPlea> @Pleasance> :::nods::: I do feel ready for some sleep.
<KaneGrimblade> $ :::Shakes head:: Though they were awfully anxious and upset, they seemed to me.
<KaneGrimblade> $ ::Stands up as the sun begins to set::
<RavenaS> @ I suppose... ::looks back at the blanket on the hay:: 
<Robertson> $ Adams>But Sir, if Robertson is right,Shouldn't we get to the Shaw farm before Josiah Henry and his cronies?
<PenwPlea> @ WidowP> ::Smiles::: My down pillow and soft linen beckon me to some much needed rest. Who know what challenges we may face tomorrow.
<RavenaS> @ ::reluctantly allows her aunt to guide her away from the barn::
<PenwPlea> @WidowP> The world will still be here tomorrow morning, Ravenna.
<RavenaS> @ ::under breath:: We can only hope.
<RevJosiah> & Biggs> They were just ahead of us, in the woods
<KaneGrimblade> $ ::Shakes head:: No lad, they won't go by this camp easilly in the night, and I don't fancy stumbling around in the dark, especially not with my horse.
<RavenaS> @ ::the Shaw women go off to bed::
<PenwPlea> <Pause Pleasance & Widow Penworthy>
<RavenaS> ! = Farm  in the morning
<Robertson> $ I'd better rest now,Sir, while I can after yesterday's activity!
<KaneGrimblade> $  No, Lads, nowhere to go this night. Start the fire lads, and get yourselves something to eat. Then get some sleep, we have an early day tommorow.
<RavenaS> ! ::a few brief hours later, the roosters crow, the sky turns a dusty blue and Ravena is already awake::
<RevJosiah> & She must be hiding her demon lover there.
<KaneGrimblade> $ Tonight, 4 hour watches, 4 on for off.
<RavenaS> ! ::creeps past the sleeping Strom and into the barn::
<Robertson> $::retires to his tent to get some much needed SLEEP!
<RavenaS> ! ::breathes sigh of relief to see Dr. Smythe is still in the hay, but he has kicked his blanket away::
<RavenaS> ! ::covers the Doctor again with the blanket and busies herself with morning chores in the barn::
<KaneGrimblade> $ ::Steps inside his tent and closes the flap after him::
<KaneGrimblade> % = Encampment Morning
<Robertson> $ :::Adams takes 1st watch during the night and wakes up another soldier to relieve him,NOT Robertson.
<KaneGrimblade> % ::Walks out of his tent, sitting down in the chair::
<RavenaS> ! ::the Doctor feels a sheet covering his body. Opens his eyes to darkness. Reaches out and finds himself trapped in cold metal::
<Robertson> % ::Adams comes to greet Maj. Jefferson!>Orders,Sir?
<RavenaS> ! ::hears the stranger stir as she milks the cow::
<RevJosiah> & I know just the way to trap them and rid them of this curse.
<KaneGrimblade> % ::Snugs the leather straps holding his psitols::
<RavenaS> ! ::The Doctor places himself in a morgue, the stench of death all around him::
<RavenaS> ! Doctor> ::jumps up with a start::
<KaneGrimblade> % ::Checks the laod of each, making sure no moisture has gotten into the priming pan::
<RevJosiah> ,pause Josiah, Biggs and keefe>
<Robertson> %::Adams ::cocks his rifle!
<KaneGrimblade> % ::Closes the pans with a metalic click, and puts them back in thier places::
<RavenaS> ! ::races over to him, milk on her hands and on her apron:: Dr. Smythe? Dr. Smythe, I'm here. What's wrong?
<KaneGrimblade> % ::Looks at Adams:: We have a hunch to follow, Lad.
<RavenaS> ! Doctor> ::looks at farm girl:: Where is here?
<KaneGrimblade> % Get your rifle.
<RavenaS> ! My family's farm, in the barn specifically.
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<Robertson> %::Adams::loads his rifle!>Got it and loaded,Sir! How many men shall I rally to help us,Sir?
<KaneGrimblade> % :::Walks to his horse, steps into the stirrup and stands then swings a leg over the saddle and sits down, pushing his other foot into the stirrup::
<RavenaS> ! Doctor> Oh yes. And you're Ravena, correct? ::bestows a wide childlike grin::
<KaneGrimblade> % ::Thoughtful look::
<RavenaS> ! Yes, Ravena Shaw. You remember me, then?
<KaneGrimblade> % ::Rubs at his chin:: hmmm
<RavenaS> ! Doctor> Why certainly I remember. I remember... what were we talking about?
<KaneGrimblade> % 20, I think should do it, Lad.
<RavenaS> ! ::gives hima quizzical look of concern:: I found you last night, in the woods. You were... attacked by something.
<KaneGrimblade> % And Adams, get yourself a horse.
<RavenaS> ! Are you feeling better? :;studies his wounds that seem remarkably healed for the short time::
<RavenaS> ! Doctor> Yes thank you, verymuch, but I really must be going. ::makes to get up::
<Robertson> $::Adams::Handpicks 20 soldiers al armed and with 20 horses,and gets a horse to join them!
<KaneGrimblade> % ::Grabs the reign and with a firm hand pulls the horse around, then kicks it into a walk::
<RavenaS> ! No you can't!
<Robertson> <oops make that an %>
<KaneGrimblade> % ::Then into a slow canter down the road::
<RavenaS> ! Doctor> I can't? I can't?! Who are you to tell me I can't?
<Robertson> %::Adams and 20 Soldiers follow Maj.Jefferson!
<RavenaS> ! You can't go out like that. Your clothes are more like rags.
<KaneGrimblade> * = Woods behind the Farm
<Robertson> % Adams>20 men and 21 horses as ordered,Sir!
<RavenaS> ! Doctor> Oh...! ::takes the blanket and fashions it over himself like a tartan::
<KaneGrimblade> <Sorry about that, Duncan, didn't mean to get ahead>
<RavenaS> ! ::stifles a giggle as the horse blanket is far too short to cover his body::
<Robertson> <np,Joel>
<KaneGrimblade> % ::Nods:: Good Lad. Bring them along then, and follow me.
<RavenaS> ! No Dr. Smythe, I think I have something that will fit you better. ::rummages into an old storage trunk in the corner::
<KaneGrimblade> % ::Spurs his horse into a slow canter, a fast trot for the soldior's on foot, and rides towards the Shaw Farm::
<Robertson> % Adams>Yes,Sir!::Follows Maj. Jefferson to the Shaw farm!
<KaneGrimblade> * = Woods behind Farm
<Robertson> %::20 soldiers also follow!
<RavenaS> ! ::comes back with trousers, fresh white shirt, and a short cloak:: I think this will fit you.
<KaneGrimblade> * ::Pulls on the rigns slowing his horse to a slow walk::
<RavenaS> ! It was my Grandfather's Sunday best.
<RavenaS> ! Doctor> Thank you Sus... uh Ravena. ::takes and dons the clothes::
<Robertson> * ::Adams with Maj.Jefferson's 20 soldiers follow suit!
<KaneGrimblade> * ::Looks over his shoulder at Adams and the 20 behind him:: Good Lad.
<RavenaS> ! Are you hungry? I can fetch some porridge, and fresh milk.
<RevJosiah> <I'll brb, got to take the dog out>
<KaneGrimblade> * Dismount lad and gather the rest together. ::Pulls his horse to a stop and dismounts, tying the reigns to a tree::
<RavenaS> ! Doctor> Thank you. ::pulling the cloak arund himself:: I don't even take milk in my tea. Do you have any tea? Oh nevermind.
<RavenaS> ! Doctor> I really must be going now. Which way to my TARDIS?
<Robertson> * Adams>Sir if we encounter Josiah and Biggs and Keefe do we shoot them Sir?
<KaneGrimblade> * ::Slowly Grins::
<Robertson> *::Adams and the 20 troops also dismount,tether their horses adn gather round the Maj!
<KaneGrimblade> * You have my orders to scare the daylights out of them, ::Laughs::, say a shot over the head. ::Laughs again:: By accident, of course.
<RavenaS> ! I haven't had a chance to look for your boat, Doctor. AndI haven't seen any sign of your companions. Are you sure they followed you?
<RavenaS> ! Doctor> Boat, boat? I don't recall the TARDIS ever being a boat. I used to call it a ship.
<KaneGrimblade> * ::Looks at Adams:: Start them searching these woods, Lad. Towards the farm.
<Robertson> *::Adams::Laughs:::>Yeah,that sould make The Magistrate and his ilk wet their shorts!
<RavenaS> ! A ship, on the river? Perhaps the tide took it away. Or your companions...
<RevJosiah> <I'm back>
<KaneGrimblade> <Wb, Tuna>
<Robertson> *::Adams ::Sends the 2o troops to search the farm,10 to the front of the farm and 10 to the back of the farm!
<RavenaS> ! Doctor> Did you see a large blue box, well not so large on the outside?
<RavenaS> ! ::shakes head:: I saw nothing like you describe. How box float in the river?
<RavenaS> ! Doctor> It doesn't float, it sails... through time and space.
<Robertson> * Adams>Soldiers deployed Sir,like you ordered!
<RavenaS> ! ::does doubletake at his crazy speech:: Doctor I think you need to rest some more. You're not making much sense.
<KaneGrimblade> * Good Lad. Start searching then.
<RavenaS> ! ::tries to guide him back to his bed of hay::
<RavenaS> ! ::whines:: All I need is my TARDIS! Now where did you hide it?!
<RavenaS> ! Dr. Smythe, I'm not hiding anything from you. Please be quieter. You need to rest. ::reaches for her herbs and water::
<Robertson> *::Adams::heads off to the barn>The dangerous stranger is probably in the hayloft,Sir!
<KaneGrimblade> * ::Walks into the woods, at an angle parralelling the river::  ::Keen eyes locking on the ground, looking for footprints, or disturbed foilage::
<RavenaS> ! Dctor> ::quiets and looks off into the distance:: I can't be stranded again. Not in this planet, this primitive planet.
<RavenaS> ! ::mixes up a sleeping draft, and offers cup to Doctor:: Calm yourself. Here drink this.
<KaneGrimblade> * ::Shakes head and turns towards the farm, walking forward with long strides into a clearing::
<RavenaS> ! Doctor> ::knocks cup out of her hands:: How dare you try to poison me! ::brushes past her toward the barn doors::
<KaneGrimblade> * ::Stops, looking around:: ::In a low voice:: What is this?
<KaneGrimblade> * Lads, on the double, to me.
<RavenaS> ! ::panics:: Dr. Smythe no wait! You mustn't go out--
<RavenaS> <pause Ravena>
<KaneGrimblade> * ::Walks forward slowly, staring at the scorched ground:; A fire?
<Robertson> * ::All 20 Soldiers hasten to the Major's call!
<KaneGrimblade> * ::Looks up, sees that the branches have been pulverized::
<KaneGrimblade> * A signal fire?
<KaneGrimblade> * ::Eyes narrow:; Aye, a beacon to the enemy.
<Robertson> *::Adams::rejoins Maj.Jefferson>Sir! this could be a Witches fire,a sacrifice to their HEATHEN Gods!
<KaneGrimblade> * ::Points at the scorch marks::
<KaneGrimblade> * Aye, it could be, though I doubt it. More like a beacon to the blasted british.
<KaneGrimblade> * Look Lads, scorch marks, that lead, it appears in that direction. ::Points:: Follow them, Lads.
<Robertson> * Adams>But Sir,Footfalls lead from the fire towards the barn!
<KaneGrimblade> * ::Walks forward, following the trail of scorch marks::
<KaneGrimblade> * ::Nods:: ::Listens:; Aye, that they are.
<Robertson> *::All of Maj.Jefferson's 21 men,including Adams::make for the barn!
<KaneGrimblade> * ::Hearing nothing, walks forward, a look of determination firmly set on his lips::
<KaneGrimblade> * Be quite Lads, no ruckus.
<KaneGrimblade> * ::Pulls a pistol free, and carries it by his side as he walks::
<Robertson> *::Adams and the men creep silently towards the barn.
<Robertson> *::Adams::Raises is rifle and signals the men to do the same.
<KaneGrimblade> <hmmmm. Looks around>
<KaneGrimblade> <How long has Jen been gone?>
<KaneGrimblade> <Shakes head, Grinning. Sory about that Jen, your're not.>
<Robertson> <Just  her character Ravena,Joel>
<KaneGrimblade> <nods. Thanks>
<KaneGrimblade> <Alright then, original Q>
<Robertson> <Dr 11's cue,Jen>
<KaneGrimblade> <Still with us Tuna?>
<RavenaS> * Doctor> ::barges out of the barn complaining:: Why couldn't I be in a decent and back in a civilised country like England!
<KaneGrimblade> <Grins>
<RavenaS> <I was waiting for that, sorry.>
<KaneGrimblade> <Smniles. np>
<Robertson> ,<np.>
<KaneGrimblade> * ::Stops short as he stares at the figure that has appeared from the barn::
<Robertson> * Adams>Look Sir,Our Culprit at last!
<KaneGrimblade> * ::Raises an eyebrow:: What have we here?
<KaneGrimblade> * ::Nods:; I do believe you're right, Lad. Especially considering a comment such as that.
<KaneGrimblade> * A decent, civilized Coun
<KaneGrimblade> t
<KaneGrimblade> * Conuty...... England.
<KaneGrimblade> * ::Nods:: Arrest him Lads.
<KaneGrimblade> * Dont kill him, just arrest him.
<Robertson> *::Adams::To the men>Arrest the stranger in the nickabockers::indicating The Doctor::He's the enemy spy!
<KaneGrimblade> * ::Crosses his arms over his chest and watches, slowly shakes his head side to side for long moments::
<Robertson> *::The Men::seizes The Doctor and binds him!
<KaneGrimblade> <Ready to pause whenever you're ready, Jen>
<RavenaS> <Pause Doctor>
<Robertson> <Pause Robertson and Adams>
<KaneGrimblade> <Pause Major Jefferson>
<RavenaS> <<PAUSE SIM>>
<RavenaS> <<CUT AND PRINT>>
<Robertson> Please send me the game log for tonight's Sim,Jen!
<KaneGrimblade> ::Grins:: Excellent job, all.
<RavenaS> Bravo gang!
<RavenaS> Cody says bravo too. He's been simming by phone again.
<RavenaS> I will Duncan.
<Robertson> It was a pleasure playing with you again,Joel!
<KaneGrimblade> Was a pleasure Simming with you again, Duncan.
<Robertson> Does that make Cody a PHONEY Doctor,Jen?:::laughs!
<KaneGrimblade> Is good to be back.
<RavenaS> Ha ha.
<Robertson> It is good to have you back,Joel!
<RavenaS> Well I will depart. You have a good weekend!
<KaneGrimblade> Thanks, Duncan.
<RavenaS> Good to see you again Joel. Come back next week.
<KaneGrimblade> TC, Jen. Was good se
<KaneGrimblade> Simmi
<Robertson> Same to you,Jen,have a good weekend.
<KaneGrimblade> grinds teth
<KaneGrimblade> TC, Jen.
<KaneGrimblade> TC, Duncan.
<RavenaS> Cody says thanks for your patience. He's gonna try to get back with us steadily next week.
<KaneGrimblade> I'm off.
<RavenaS> May require a reformat and reinstall.
<RavenaS> Gnite!
Session Close: Thu Feb 19 23:27:27 2004