IC: Mickey's Truck Stop
Clemens Schmitz
greets the people in the Diner with a cheerful voice. He seems to be one
of those annoying people who need very little sleep and wake up
completely rested without drowsiness or bleary eyes. With deft steps he
walks over to the showers and a short while later the sound of splashing
water can be heard, accompanied by someone singing snatches from 'The
Merry Widow' in German. Soon after the splashing stops, the tune changes
to a whistled rendition of Wagner's 'Ride of the Valkyries',
interspersed with odd pauses.
Finally, Georg reappears. He looks quite different from the dusty
traveller of the day before. His angular face is freshly shaven, his wet
hair arranged in some kind of parting and the old coat glistens darkly.
His trousers and jackboots are spotlessly clean and only slightly
dripping.
He walks over to the counter. "What's for breakfast? Some roasted bread
with butter and jam?" he asks Mickey. (OOC: Niko's on the roof, I
assume?) With a lower voice he adds, "Did you think about my
suggestion?" and looks pointedly in Silvia's direction.
Georg
Hi people, I'm back!
--
They don't look quite like real science, but geography is just physics
slowed down and with a few trees stuck on it, and meteorology is full of
excitingly fashionable chaos and complexity.
-Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay-
Anna Simpson
<csch...@geo.uni-jena.de> told the tale thusly:
>Finally, Georg reappears. He looks quite different from the dusty
>traveller of the day before. His angular face is freshly shaven, his wet
>hair arranged in some kind of parting and the old coat glistens darkly.
>His trousers and jackboots are spotlessly clean and only slightly
>dripping.
"Hiya, Doc." Daniel is sitting in the same place George left
him, flicking through a thick softback book. e looks to be
killing time, rather than reading carefully. He puts the book
down on the table, next to pair of only slightly scratched
sunglasses.
>Georg
>Hi people, I'm back!
Daniel
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...down and round and down and...
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Clemens Schmitz
> >traveller of the day before. His angular face is freshly shaven, his wet
> >hair arranged in some kind of parting and the old coat glistens darkly.
> >His trousers and jackboots are spotlessly clean and only slightly
> >dripping.
>
> "Hiya, Doc." Daniel is sitting in the same place George left
> him, flicking through a thick softback book. e looks to be
> killing time, rather than reading carefully. He puts the book
> down on the table, next to pair of only slightly scratched
> sunglasses.
"Good morning." The German slips in the bench at Daniel's table. With
only the shortest glance at the wares set out, he asks, "Did I miss
anything while I was asleep? Where has everyone gone?" He cocks his
head. "Are they still busy with that corpse on the roof?"
With a shrug he dismisses the matter and turns his attention to the book
and the sunglasses. "I see you have been busy while I was sleeping. We
agreed that you wanted some sign of life from home, didn't we? So, now
it all depends on my radio, I guess."
> >Georg
> >Hi people, I'm back!
>
> Daniel
Georg
Brian! If you could get your brain out of that dissertation-induced
stupor[1], we could this thread back to life!
[1] Or perhaps grad-party induced, at least those around here can be
particularly vicious
LEVULATER
>> >traveller of the day before. His angular face is freshly shaven, his wet
>> >hair arranged in some kind of parting and the old coat glistens darkly.
>> >His trousers and jackboots are spotlessly clean and only slightly
>> >dripping.
>>
>> "Hiya, Doc." Daniel is sitting in the same place George left
>> him, flicking through a thick softback book. e looks to be
>> killing time, rather than reading carefully. He puts the book
>> down on the table, next to pair of only slightly scratched
>> sunglasses.
>
>"Good morning." The German slips in the bench at Daniel's table. With
>only the shortest glance at the wares set out, he asks, "Did I miss
>anything while I was asleep? Where has everyone gone?" He cocks his
>head. "Are they still busy with that corpse on the roof?"
>With a shrug he dismisses the matter and turns his attention to the book
>and the sunglasses. "I see you have been busy while I was sleeping. We
>agreed that you wanted some sign of life from home, didn't we? So, now
>it all depends on my radio, I guess."
OOC: since there seems to be some interest. I'm going to play like the episode
on the roof is over untill anyone wants to continue from that piont. If anyone
_does_ want to continue please let me know)
Nikko comes walking in the front door. He has specks of blood all over his
body. He looks and the Doc and Daniel and says: "Dan how long am I gonna have
to wait for my stuff? And Doc your looking much better. Have either of you
seen my sister?
>> >Georg
>> >Hi people, I'm back!
>>
>> Daniel
>
Nikko
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"May your first child be a masculine child"
God Father The Movie
Stevil the Parakeet Shaman
Armahd walks back into the truck stop, after having left for a while. He
smiles at Crystal and Niko, grins toothily at Georg, and sits at a table
in a corner where he can watch everybody. "Well, this place cleared out
all of a sudden. What gives, everybody?"
--Armahd
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"And he cried mightily with a strong voice, saying, Babylon the great has
fallen, is fallen, and has become the habitations of devils, and the hold
of every foul spirit, and a cage of every UNLEAN AND HATEFUL BIRD."
--Revelation 18:2
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LEVULATER
>smiles at Crystal and Niko, grins toothily at Georg, and sits at a table
>in a corner where he can watch everybody. "Well, this place cleared out
>all of a sudden. What gives,
Armahd will notice Nikko walking into the shower room. Blood spoting his
clothes in varied places
>--Armahd
Rebecca Sutton
>OOC: since there seems to be some interest. I'm going to play like the episode
>on the roof is over untill anyone wants to continue from that piont. If anyone
>_does_ want to continue please let me know)
>
>Nikko comes walking in the front door. He has specks of blood all over his
>body. He looks and the Doc and Daniel and says: "Dan how long am I gonna have
>to wait for my stuff? And Doc your looking much better. Have either of you
>seen my sister?
Caitlin re-enters... apparently she's been gone quite a long time
(ooc: no one said time could skip outside of the cafe) because she
dressed completely differently. She wearing a blue jumpsuit with an
odd geometric symbol on one sleeve and is carrying a rather complex
looking gun. She's carrying something that looks like it might be a
laptop computer.
"Damn, I need to change. I hate visiting the Ice Palaces. Those
people are nuts... and I hate whole mentality of the places. I won't
feel clean till I'm out of the disguise but I got some cool trade
items. Look at this, a wind up laptop... apparently the clockwork
unit provides enough power to run the computer and it's got a built in
printer too. Got two of them. Better than a type writer they'll be
biting my hand off for this in Amavil." she pauses. "Don't suppose
anyone here has need of a laptop, they only need the one."
Caitlin
blech -- techno places make my skin crawl
Rebecca Sutton
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>>body. He looks and the Doc and Daniel and says: "Dan how long am I gonna
>have
>>to wait for my stuff? And Doc your looking much better. Have either of you
>>seen my sister?
>
>Caitlin re-enters... apparently she's been gone quite a long time
>(ooc: no one said time could skip outside of the cafe) because she
>dressed completely differently. She wearing a blue jumpsuit with an
>odd geometric symbol on one sleeve and is carrying a rather complex
>looking gun. She's carrying something that looks like it might be a
>laptop computer.
>
>"Damn, I need to change. I hate visiting the Ice Palaces. Those
>people are nuts... and I hate whole mentality of the places. I won't
>feel clean till I'm out of the disguise but I got some cool trade
>items. Look at this, a wind up laptop... apparently the clockwork
>unit provides enough power to run the computer and it's got a built in
>printer too. Got two of them. Better than a type writer they'll be
>biting my hand off for this in Amavil." she pauses. "Don't suppose
>anyone here has need of a laptop, they only need the one."
Nikko coming back out refreshed and anew looks at Caitlin and says: "weres your
friend. I kinda liked her." Can that lap top hook up to another power sorce
say like maybe off thwe game there.?" Nikko pionts to the wizards of war game
by the wall?
>Caitlin
Anna Simpson
the tale thusly:
>Nikko comes walking in the front door. He has specks of blood all over his
>body. He looks and the Doc and Daniel and says: "Dan how long am I gonna have
>to wait for my stuff?
"I just got one or two more things to tie up, and then I'll be
off to fetch 'em."
>Nikko
Daniel
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And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. (T.S.Eliot)
******************* http://www.moglit.demon.co.uk *******************
Anna Simpson
<csch...@geo.uni-jena.de> told the tale thusly:
>> "Hiya, Doc." Daniel is sitting in the same place George left
>> him, flicking through a thick softback book. He looks to be
>> killing time, rather than reading carefully. He puts the book
>> down on the table, next to pair of only slightly scratched
>> sunglasses.
>
>"Good morning." The German slips in the bench at Daniel's table. With
>only the shortest glance at the wares set out, he asks, "Did I miss
>anything while I was asleep? Where has everyone gone?" He cocks his
>head. "Are they still busy with that corpse on the roof?"
"Seems like it. It's been pretty quiet out here while you've
been asleep."
>With a shrug he dismisses the matter and turns his attention to the book
>and the sunglasses. "I see you have been busy while I was sleeping. We
>agreed that you wanted some sign of life from home, didn't we? So, now
>it all depends on my radio, I guess."
"Well, fire her up and let's see what we get."
>Georg
Daniel
FLASH of lightening lighting up the castle on the hill. A CRASH
of thunder follows and then more lightening, faster and faster.
BANG - a bolt hits the ricketty conductor ('fares pleasZZZZZAP')
on top of the roof and....ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAP BANG CRASH FIZZZZZZZ
CRACKLECRACKLECRACKLE - The Thread LIVES!!!
BWWWAAAAHAHAhahahahahaaaa!
gall...@stny.lrun.com
levu...@aol.com (LEVULATER) wrote:
<snip>
> Armahd will notice Nikko walking into the shower room. Blood spoting his
> clothes in varied places
Anybody looking in the corner booth will notice Shea's stuff's gone, as is
her bike, when they look outside. No one probably remembers her leaving, but
she's gone.
> Nikko
Shea
<OOC: I'm going to bring someone else in.>
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black pleated shorts.
He looks at Caitlen and says: " what about that laptop? will it work on a main
power source or not?"
Then turning to Daniel, George, and armahd he says to the room. " You all want
somthing else to eat:? Cause if not I'm gonna sit my buns down and socialize
with you' all for awhile."
He turns to Georg and says so refresh my memory doc. what kinda doc are you and
how did you get here? You might of told my sister but I don't remember you
telling me."
He turns to caitlen and says: "whatcha got to trade girlfriend? If you wanna
change you know where the rooms are
Rebecca Sutton
>Nikko returns back into the main diner area wearing a t-shirts and a pair of
>black pleated shorts.
>
>He looks at Caitlen and says: " what about that laptop? will it work on a main
>power source or not?"
Caitlin has been examining it since he first asked. She points to a
power in point and nods.
"Looks like it... but you'd need a lead for it..." she goes out for a
moment and returns with just that. "I thought I had one somewhere."
>He turns to caitlen and says: "whatcha got to trade girlfriend? If
>you wannachange you know where the rooms are
"Well apart from the laptop... I remembered you mentioned an interest
in these. " She produces 5 or 6 CDs from a bag. "I wasn't sure what
sort though so I bought a selection." She lays them on the counter.
There's are CDs of Holst's Planets, some siixties music, some heavy
metal and some exerpts from Musicals. "Any of these interest you?"
Caitlin
Clemens Schmitz
> smiles at Crystal and Niko, grins toothily at Georg, and sits at a table
> in a corner where he can watch everybody. "Well, this place cleared out
Georg calmly ignores Armahd and starts a conversation with Daniel
instead.
> --Armahd
Georg Schneider
Clemens Schmitz
> >and the sunglasses. "I see you have been busy while I was sleeping. We
> >agreed that you wanted some sign of life from home, didn't we? So, now
> >it all depends on my radio, I guess."
>
> "Well, fire her up and let's see what we get."
He looks around. "It's probably still in the garage. I left it there
yesterday, when Fraeulein Mickey showed me that it worked. She still had
to put everything together again." He rises again and steps in the
direction of the garage. "On emoment, I'll go looking for it."
> >Georg
>
> Daniel
> FLASH of lightening lighting up the castle on the hill. A CRASH
> of thunder follows and then more lightening, faster and faster.
> BANG - a bolt hits the ricketty conductor ('fares pleasZZZZZAP')
> on top of the roof and....ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAP BANG CRASH FIZZZZZZZ
> CRACKLECRACKLECRACKLE - The Thread LIVES!!!
> BWWWAAAAHAHAhahahahahaaaa!
Georg
Lena will not like this...
Clemens Schmitz
> >>body. He looks and the Doc and Daniel and says: "Dan how long am I gonna have
"I feel much better, too."
> >> Have either of you seen my sister?
"No, she wasn't here when I woke up. How long has she been away?"
Genuine concern shows in his voice and on his face.
> >Caitlin re-enters... apparently she's been gone quite a long time
> >(ooc: no one said time could skip outside of the cafe) because she
> >dressed completely differently. She wearing a blue jumpsuit with an
> >odd geometric symbol on one sleeve and is carrying a rather complex
> >looking gun. She's carrying something that looks like it might be a
> >laptop computer.
> >
> >"Damn, I need to change. I hate visiting the Ice Palaces. Those
> >people are nuts... and I hate whole mentality of the places. I won't
> >feel clean till I'm out of the disguise but I got some cool trade
> >items. Look at this, a wind up laptop... apparently the clockwork
> >unit provides enough power to run the computer and it's got a built in
> >printer too. Got two of them. Better than a type writer they'll be
> >biting my hand off for this in Amavil." she pauses. "Don't suppose
> >anyone here has need of a laptop, they only need the one."
Georg tries his best to hide that he is staring at her. His hand reaches
for the sunglasses on the table, then he thinks beeter of it and puts
them down again. The German clears his throat loudly and when he has
regained use of his voice, he asks "Where do you come from, if you don't
mind me asking?"
Georg Schneider
Clemens Schmitz
> black pleated shorts.
> somthing else to eat:? Cause if not I'm gonna sit my buns down and socialize
> with you' all for awhile."
"I would like some breakfast... some roasted bread and something to go
with it, perhaps? Butter? Jam? Anything?"
> He turns to Georg and says so refresh my memory doc. what kinda doc are you and
> how did you get here? You might of told my sister but I don't remember you
> telling me."
"I'm a medical doctor, but more into specialized, theoretical aspects of
medicine, not your average practical doctor. In fact, I didn't do a real
treatment for years now. Well, at least not before I was drafted." He
gives Niko a non-commital smile.
> Nikko
Georg
Rebecca Sutton
>> >Caitlin re-enters... apparently she's been gone quite a long time
>> >(ooc: no one said time could skip outside of the cafe) because she
>> >dressed completely differently. She wearing a blue jumpsuit with an
>> >odd geometric symbol on one sleeve and is carrying a rather complex
>> >looking gun. She's carrying something that looks like it might be a
>> >laptop computer.
>> >
>> >"Damn, I need to change. I hate visiting the Ice Palaces. Those
>> >people are nuts... and I hate whole mentality of the places. I won't
>> >feel clean till I'm out of the disguise but I got some cool trade
>> >items. Look at this, a wind up laptop... apparently the clockwork
>> >unit provides enough power to run the computer and it's got a built in
>> >printer too. Got two of them. Better than a type writer they'll be
>> >biting my hand off for this in Amavil." she pauses. "Don't suppose
>> >anyone here has need of a laptop, they only need the one."
>
>Georg tries his best to hide that he is staring at her. His hand reaches
>for the sunglasses on the table, then he thinks beeter of it and puts
>them down again. The German clears his throat loudly and when he has
>regained use of his voice, he asks "Where do you come from, if you don't
>mind me asking?"
"What just? I've been to the Ice Palace near what was Washington.
City complex one they call it, most outsiders call it Zombieville.
Trading with the grunts... poor sods." she pauses. "If you mean where
do I come from initially... I guess I was born... or possibly grown...
at Bioresearch station 7. That was near London in the UK. I grew up
on the New Atlantis Horizon Realm after they blew ten levels of hell
out of the place."
LEVULATER
>>black pleated shorts.
>>
>main
>>power source or not?"
>
>Caitlin has been examining it since he first asked. She points to a
>power in point and nods.
>
>"Looks like it... but you'd need a lead for it..." she goes out for a
>moment and returns with just that. "I thought I had one somewhere."
"Good". Nikko nods. " let's see what, if anything it had on it." He hooks up
the system to a ner by power supply and looks at the screan. (OOC: what does he
see email me and tell me )
> >He turns to caitlen and says: "whatcha got to trade girlfriend? If
>>you wannachange you know where the rooms are
>
>"Well apart from the laptop... I remembered you mentioned an interest
>in these. " She produces 5 or 6 CDs from a bag. "I wasn't sure what
>sort though so I bought a selection." She lays them on the counter.
>There's are CDs of Holst's Planets, some siixties music, some heavy
>metal and some exerpts from Musicals. "Any of these interest you?"
>
"Leave them be for now I'kll check them out later. Where is your friend meriam
at?" He asks. " She started to help me on the roof then she bolted."
>Caitlin
LEVULATER
>City complex one they call it, most outsiders call it Zombieville.
>Trading with the grunts... poor sods." she pauses. "If you mean where
>do I come from initially... I guess I was born... or possibly grown...
>at Bioresearch station 7. That was near London in the UK. I grew up
>on the New Atlantis Horizon Realm after they blew ten levels of hell
>out of the place."
Nikko's eyes raise in amusement wanting to hear more.
>caitlin
LEVULATER
>> >> Have either of you seen my sister?
>
>"No, she wasn't here when I woke up. How long has she been away?"
>Genuine concern shows in his voice and on his face.
"I don't think anything bad has happened doc, I don't have a gut feeling that
she is in trouble. I'll check in a minute to see if she's asleaop in her
rack." He knods to the Doctor indicated his appreciation for his concern.
>Georg Schneider
LEVULATER
>> Turning to Daniel, George, and armahd he says to the room. " You all want
>> somthing else to eat:? Cause if not I'm gonna sit my buns down and
>socialize
>> with you' all for awhile."
>
>"I would like some breakfast... some roasted bread and something to go
>with it, perhaps? Butter? Jam? Anything?"
"We got some of bothg doc." Nikko says scratching his head. "You mean french
toas t right?"
>> He turns to Georg and says so refresh my memory doc. what kinda doc are you
>and
>> how did you get here? You might of told my sister but I don't remember you
>> telling me."
>
>"I'm a medical doctor, but more into specialized, theoretical aspects of
>medicine, not your average practical doctor. In fact, I didn't do a real
>treatment for years now. Well, at least not before I was drafted." He
>gives Niko a non-commital smile.
"Drafted? drasfted into what? Tell me more. What do you mean by
"Theorectical aspects"?
>Georg
Rebecca Sutton
>"Good". Nikko nods. " let's see what, if anything it had on it." He hooks up
>the system to a ner by power supply and looks at the screan. (OOC: what does he
>see email me and tell me )
(email sent)
>> >He turns to caitlen and says: "whatcha got to trade girlfriend? If
>>>you wannachange you know where the rooms are
>>
>>"Well apart from the laptop... I remembered you mentioned an interest
>>in these. " She produces 5 or 6 CDs from a bag. "I wasn't sure what
>>sort though so I bought a selection." She lays them on the counter.
>>There's are CDs of Holst's Planets, some siixties music, some heavy
>>metal and some exerpts from Musicals. "Any of these interest you?"
>>
>
>"Leave them be for now I'kll check them out later. Where is your friend meriam
>at?" He asks. " She started to help me on the roof then she bolted."
"Yeah... she told me to apologise for that. She got called away by
Raven."
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>>"What just? I've been to the Ice Palace near what was Washington.
>>City complex one they call it, most outsiders call it Zombieville.
>>Trading with the grunts... poor sods." she pauses. "If you mean where
>>do I come from initially... I guess I was born... or possibly grown...
>>at Bioresearch station 7. That was near London in the UK. I grew up
>>on the New Atlantis Horizon Realm after they blew ten levels of hell
>>out of the place."
>
>
>Nikko's eyes raise in amusement wanting to hear more.
"Bioresearch Station 7 had been infiltrated by a group of Nephandi...
wyrm serving mages... who were trying to corrupt the rest of the staff
apparently... they wanted to develop some sort of Biological weapon
that would kill all organic life. They managed to do it... so the
Children of Atlantis got the few non-corrupted individuals out and
blew the place up so thoroughly nothing survived including the life
rotting virii. My guardians.. were Children of Atlantis plants
monitoring the place... but even they don't know if I'm a natural born
or was genetically enigineered for some purpose."
>>caitlin
>
>Nikko
LEVULATER
>up
>>the system to a ner by power supply and looks at the screan. (OOC: what does
>he
>>see email me and tell me )
>
>(email sent)
Nikko who steped in the back briefly. Returns and announces to the guests: "My
sister is in the black _fast_ asleep so lets keep the noice down ok? she's had
a pritty ruff day being attacked and all."
Nikko fools with the Laptop a bit and does not look amused. "I have not seen
Doom in a long time. it's really old too. This must be the last version of
windows Gates published before.....Nikko stops not wanting to finish the rest.
<snip>
> Where is your friend meriam
>>at?" He asks. " She started to help me on the roof then she bolted."
>
>
>"Yeah... she told me to apologise for that. She got called away by
>Raven."
>
>
Nikko nods. "Well hope she comes back." He smiles.
>Caitlin
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being ordered, someone might look outside. If they did, they'd see
someone approaching from one of the tunnels farthest from the diner.
Someone slowly, but steadly, walking forward, toward the buildings. From
that distance, it's unclear whether the figure is male or female.
A few minutes pass, distance which the person covers smoothly, it becomes
obvious that the person is a woman. Thick, curly black hair, threaded
liberally through with silver, hangs down her back, kept out of her way
with a brilliantly colored scarf. She looks much too young for the silver
to be from age. One curl persists, despite her efforts to the contrary,
in hanging between her eyes, a twist of black and silver.
She wears well-worn, comfortably aged blue jeans. Straight-legged, they
fit her very well indeed, but they have the fit of working clothes. The
woman wears a white, peasant-style shirt on top, with a peculiar looking
scarf tied 'round her waist. Like the scarf restraining her hair, the one
at her waist is brilliantly colored, displaying blues, greens and purples.
Here and there along the edges are flashes, like metal. Probably bells or
some such. On her feet are black leather boots, horse riding boots by the
look of them. Around her waist, under the scarf, rides a leather belt,
slung low over her hips. Where the scarf point drapes over her left hip,
a well-worn, but obviously well-cared for sheith hangs, with an equally
well-kept dagger in it.
Around her wrists, a number of gold and silver bracelets tinkle gently,
white at her throat, a silver necklace, more a torc than anything else,
encircles her neck. Through her hair, silver hoops can be seen hanging
from her ears, four or more in each ear, following the outer curve of her
ears up. The silver only serves to accent the dusky skin of someone born
with an olive complexion, who spends most of her life out of doors.
Her face at once both intrigues and serves to put the viewer on their
guard. Huge black eyes, nearly too large for her face, framed by
exquisitely long, thick lashes, dominate. High, strong cheekbones border
a face that is narrow, but long, more oval than round. A strong chin
warns of probable willfulness, seemingly contradicting the odd air of
fragility that surrounds her. Full red lips neither smile nor frown,
leaving no clue to her temper or disposition.
On her back, she wears a backpack, the medium pack of a scout or a
fighter. Eyeing Daniel's reclaimed carnival vehicle with some pleasure,
she steers a wide berth 'round Sylvia's folks. Walking up to the door,
she looks at those inside warily, before resolutely pushing the door open,
and walking in.
In an odd accent, not readily identifiable as anything other then a mix
of various European accents, she asks Niko quietly, "Giorgio, I don'
suppose you accept barter?"
the New One
--
"I've been wrestling with reality for 30 years, &
I'm happy to say I finally won out."
- Elwood P. Dowd "Harvey"
Anna Simpson
<csch...@geo.uni-jena.de> told the tale thusly:
>> "Well, fire her up and let's see what we get."
>
>He looks around. "It's probably still in the garage. I left it there
>yesterday, when Fraeulein Mickey showed me that it worked. She still had
>to put everything together again." He rises again and steps in the
>direction of the garage. "One moment, I'll go looking for it."
Daniel leans back in his chair. "Sure thing. I'll be heading of
in a little while, mind. I got some business to take care of,
won't wait for me to sit around here havin' fun."
>Georg
>Lena will not like this...
Daniel
BWWAAAAHAHAHAHAAAaaaaa!
Ooops. No, Lena, I didn't mean it!
<help>
Anna Simpson
tale thusly:
> On her back, she wears a backpack, the medium pack of a scout or a
>fighter. Eyeing Daniel's reclaimed carnival vehicle with some pleasure,
>she steers a wide berth 'round Sylvia's folks. Walking up to the door,
>she looks at those inside warily, before resolutely pushing the door open,
>and walking in.
Daniel tips his hat to her. "Mornin' miss."
> In an odd accent, not readily identifiable as anything other then a mix
>of various European accents, she asks Niko quietly, "Giorgio, I don'
>suppose you accept barter?"
"They do, and I do too." He points to the caravan. "Daniel
Philer, miss, trader, acquirer and relocator."
>the New One
Daniel
Clemens Schmitz
> >
> >"No, she wasn't here when I woke up. How long has she been away?"
> >Genuine concern shows in his voice and on his face.
>
> "I don't think anything bad has happened doc, I don't have a gut feeling that
> she is in trouble. I'll check in a minute to see if she's asleaop in her
> rack." He knods to the Doctor indicated his appreciation for his concern.
"Thanks."
> >Georg Schneider
Clemens Schmitz
> >them down again. The German clears his throat loudly and when he has
> >regained use of his voice, he asks "Where do you come from, if you don't
> >mind me asking?"
>
> City complex one they call it, most outsiders call it Zombieville.
> Trading with the grunts... poor sods." she pauses.
"'Zombieville' What a strange moniker. What's happening there? I mean, I
heard you say earlier, that those 'Ice Palaces' hold the rmenants of
civilisation."
> "If you mean where
> do I come from initially... I guess I was born... or possibly grown...
> at Bioresearch station 7. That was near London in the UK. I grew up
> on the New Atlantis Horizon Realm after they blew ten levels of hell
> out of the place."
"Bioresearch. That would explain your state of extreme pupil
contraction. I guess they were doing that 'genetic engineering' there?"
Georg is very interested in her, all at once.
> Caitlin
Georg Schneider
Clemens Schmitz
> >
> >He looks around. "It's probably still in the garage. I left it there
> >yesterday, when Fraeulein Mickey showed me that it worked. She still had
> >to put everything together again." He rises again and steps in the
> >direction of the garage. "One moment, I'll go looking for it."
>
> Daniel leans back in his chair. "Sure thing. I'll be heading of
> in a little while, mind. I got some business to take care of,
> won't wait for me to sit around here havin' fun."
"So do I." Georg walks through the back room to the garage, casting a
caring look at the sleeping Mickey. (ooc: Kevin, shouldn't Niko put her
into bed?)
A after some rummaging in the garage, he carries his portable radio back
into the diner and sets it down on the table in front of Daniel. It's
about half the size of a shoebox, in gunmetal grey with several scales
and dials on the front side. Above it all is the emblem of the Reich:
the eagle holding the Swastika in black, chipped Bakelite.
"Now, let's see." He turns it on and starts fiddling with the dials and
knobs. Then he pulls a small earphone from his knapsack, plugs it in and
starts a determined search. "The replacement parts were non-standard, so
I couldn't get the full military range originally intended for these
things." He adjusts some dials. "Only weak static." After several
minutes he gives up, defeated. "Nothing. But Fraeulein Mickey said, that
the rock would block radio waves, so this might not mean anything. I
know this thing works."
He turns to Daniel. "Are you willing to take the risk? I'll take you
there and you can see for yourself what happened and whether you'll be
able to make good trading there."
> >Georg
> >Lena will not like this...
>
> Daniel
> BWWAAAAHAHAHAHAAAaaaaa!
> Ooops. No, Lena, I didn't mean it!
>
> <help>
Georg
I can't help you there. This time you really put your foot into it...
Stevil the Parakeet Shaman
> A few minutes pass, distance which the person covers smoothly, it becomes
> obvious that the person is a woman. Thick, curly black hair, threaded
> liberally through with silver, hangs down her back, kept out of her way
> with a brilliantly colored scarf. She looks much too young for the silver
> to be from age. One curl persists, despite her efforts to the contrary,
> in hanging between her eyes, a twist of black and silver.
<snip of excellent description>
> In an odd accent, not readily identifiable as anything other then a mix
> of various European accents, she asks Niko quietly, "Giorgio, I don'
> suppose you accept barter?"
>
> the New One
A slender, handsome man with deep tan skin, black hair and a nice (but
wrinkled) suit smiles at the woman and nods as she enter, and continues
sipping his glass of water.
--Armahd
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"And he cried mightily with a strong voice, saying, Babylon the great has
fallen, is fallen, and has become the habitations of devils, and the hold
of every foul spirit, and a cage of every UNLEAN AND HATEFUL BIRD."
--Revelation 18:2
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gall...@stny.lrun.com
an...@moglit.demon.co.uk (Anna Simpson) wrote:
<snip>
> Daniel tips his hat to her. "Mornin' miss."
She nods to him. "Good mornin'. Do you know to whom belongs the vardo
out front? It would be nice to see another phral, after so long on my
own."
<snip>
> "They do, and I do too." He points to the caravan. "Daniel
> Philer, miss, trader, acquirer and relocator."
Her eyes widen a little in surprise. "That," she points to the caravan,
"that is yours? But you are not phral, are you?" The woman looks very
puzzled, but politely offers a slender hand to shake. "My name is Kirvi Urme.
I am Kuyan."
> Daniel
Kirvi Urme
--
"I've been wrestling with reality for 30 years, &
I'm happy to say I finally won out."
-----== Posted via Deja News, The Leader in Internet Discussion ==-----
Rebecca Sutton
<csch...@geo.uni-jena.de> wrote:
>> >Georg tries his best to hide that he is staring at her. His hand reaches
>> >for the sunglasses on the table, then he thinks better of it and puts
>> >them down again. The German clears his throat loudly and when he has
>> >regained use of his voice, he asks "Where do you come from, if you don't
>> >mind me asking?"
>>
>> "What just? I've been to the Ice Palace near what was Washington.
>> City complex one they call it, most outsiders call it Zombieville.
>> Trading with the grunts... poor sods." she pauses.
>
>"'Zombieville' What a strange moniker. What's happening there? I mean, I
>heard you say earlier, that those 'Ice Palaces' hold the rmenants of
>civilisation."
"Depends how you define civilisation." Caitlin smiles. "They expect
people not to be individuals. In zombieville artist talent even if
unexpressed is a capital offence... and no I'm not using 'artistic
talent' as a euphamism for spreading dissent. Lack of free speech I
can almost understand but these people have found ways to forbid free
thought." A wry smile. "The real remenants of civalization are in
the Far East if anywhere. There's supposed to be a city there that is
real jewel... I think it might be a myth. I don't even know what it
is called."
>> "If you mean where
>> do I come from initially... I guess I was born... or possibly grown...
>> at Bioresearch station 7. That was near London in the UK. I grew up
>> on the New Atlantis Horizon Realm after they blew ten levels of hell
>> out of the place."
>
>"Bioresearch. That would explain your state of extreme pupil
>contraction. I guess they were doing that 'genetic engineering' there?"
>Georg is very interested in her, all at once.
(ooc: I've been waiting for someone to mention her eyes."
"They were doing genetic engineering yes, trying to get past the
problems of prolonged ozone depletion and nuclear war in the area I
was born in... it was research in other areas that got them in to
trouble." she smiles wryly. "but it isn't precisely pupil
contraction with my eyes." she reaches into a bag and retrieves some
eyedrops and very carefully puts them in her eyes. Slowly over the
course of about half an hour her eyes clear to reveal fairly ordainary
bluish grey eyes. "It's a protein, filters out UV they think anyway a
lot of kids go blind quickly because of the UV but mine only take
damage if I go out in daylight after I've used the drops and I use
them very rarely. Give it a couple of hours and they'll go green
again. I also don't sunburn easily and if you look there's a similar
tinge to my skin." (ooc: there is but only if you look for it. Even
an expert probably wouldn't notice because with the natural paleness
of her skin it green mixed with a little red and thus appears very
pale brown-pink at first glance.
>> Caitlin
>
>Georg Schneider
Anna Simpson
tale thusly:
>> Daniel tips his hat to her. "Mornin' miss."
>
>She nods to him. "Good mornin'. Do you know to whom belongs the vardo
>out front? It would be nice to see another phral, after so long on my
>own."
"Vardo? You mean the trailer, miss? She's mine. Got her from a
junkyard when my old truck packed up. I've got real fond of her,
mind."
>> "They do, and I do too." He points to the caravan. "Daniel
>> Philer, miss, trader, acquirer and relocator."
>
>Her eyes widen a little in surprise. "That," she points to the caravan,
>"that is yours? But you are not phral, are you?" The woman looks very
>puzzled, but politely offers a slender hand to shake. "My name is Kirvi Urme.
>I am Kuyan."
"Well, it's a real pleasure to meet you, Miss Kirvi. Travelled
far to get here?"
>Kirvi Urme
Anna Simpson
<csch...@geo.uni-jena.de> told the tale thusly:
>"Now, let's see." He turns it on and starts fiddling with the dials and
>knobs. Then he pulls a small earphone from his knapsack, plugs it in and
>starts a determined search. "The replacement parts were non-standard, so
>I couldn't get the full military range originally intended for these
>things." He adjusts some dials. "Only weak static." After several
>minutes he gives up, defeated. "Nothing. But Fraeulein Mickey said, that
>the rock would block radio waves, so this might not mean anything. I
>know this thing works."
>
>He turns to Daniel. "Are you willing to take the risk? I'll take you
>there and you can see for yourself what happened and whether you'll be
>able to make good trading there."
"Sure, well, you point me the way and I'll check it out on my
way. I've got one or two places to visit and I ain't sure how
long I'll be." Daniel hesitates for a moment, then pushes the
book and sunglasses towards Georg. "Might as well take 'em on
credit. I ain't seen many places nuked so bad there weren't
folks in need of trade there someplace."
>Georg
>I can't help you there. This time you really put your foot into it...
Daniel
Ah well, now I'll just have to go back to the Inn anyway.
Anna Simpson
Sutton) told the tale thusly:
>>"Bioresearch. That would explain your state of extreme pupil
>>contraction. I guess they were doing that 'genetic engineering' there?"
>>Georg is very interested in her, all at once.
Daniel seems to be quite interested too.
>"They were doing genetic engineering yes, trying to get past the
>problems of prolonged ozone depletion and nuclear war in the area I
>was born in... it was research in other areas that got them in to
>trouble." she smiles wryly. "but it isn't precisely pupil
>contraction with my eyes." she reaches into a bag and retrieves some
>eyedrops and very carefully puts them in her eyes. Slowly over the
>course of about half an hour her eyes clear to reveal fairly ordainary
>bluish grey eyes. "It's a protein, filters out UV they think anyway a
>lot of kids go blind quickly because of the UV but mine only take
>damage if I go out in daylight after I've used the drops and I use
>them very rarely. Give it a couple of hours and they'll go green
>again. I also don't sunburn easily and if you look there's a similar
>tinge to my skin."
"Well, that's real interestin'." Daniel looks her over
admiringly, as one might look at a particularly nice car, which
would be rather disconcerting, excepting that Caitlin's probably
used to it by now.
"Real interestin'," he repeats. "You said they nuked that place
you were in? Shame. How about these other places. You reckon
any of them survived?"
Daniel turns to Georg. "What do you reckon 'bout genetic
engineerin' now then, doc?"
>>Georg Schneider
>
>Caitlin
Daniel
LEVULATER
>>Nikko's eyes raise in amusement wanting to hear more.
>
>"Bioresearch Station 7 had been infiltrated by a group of Nephandi...
>wyrm serving mages... who were trying to corrupt the rest of the staff
>apparently... they wanted to develop some sort of Biological weapon
>that would kill all organic life. They managed to do it... so the
>Children of Atlantis got the few non-corrupted individuals out and
>blew the place up so thoroughly nothing survived including the life
>rotting virii. My guardians.. were Children of Atlantis plants
>monitoring the place... but even they don't know if I'm a natural born
>or was genetically enigineered for some purpose."
>
Nikko cocks hias head like he doesn't understand. "Children of Atlantic?" He
repeats odly asking it as a question. "This all must have somthing to do with
a mages word I guess." he says to no one in particuler.
>>>caitlin
LEVULATER
<major snippage>
>In an odd accent, not readily identifiable as anything other then a mix
>of various European accents, she asks Niko quietly, "Giorgio, I don'
>suppose you accept barter?"
The large man in the black pleated shorts and scars coming out of the top of
his shirt cocks his head. "Giorgio? Is that a joke lady? He asks
sarcasticly. yeah we take trade what ya got?" He looks into her eyes with his
ice blues.
>the New One
gall...@stny.lrun.com
<OOC: Thanks! It took awhile to type up!>
<snip>
> The large man in the black pleated shorts and scars coming out of the top of
> his shirt cocks his head. "Giorgio? Is that a joke lady? He asks
> sarcasticly. yeah we take trade what ya got?" He looks into her eyes with
> his ice blues.
She looks at him, expression hard to read in black eyes. "Giorgio... is
one of the names we call those not of our people. If I offend you so
easily, perhaps I should find another place to trade." She shrugs
bonelessly, and turns smoothly on her heel to go.
> Nikko
the New One
gall...@stny.lrun.com
an...@moglit.demon.co.uk (Anna Simpson) wrote:
<snip>
> "Vardo? You mean the trailer, miss? She's mine. Got her from a
> junkyard when my old truck packed up. I've got real fond of her,
> mind."
The woman looks a little disappointed, but she smiles shyly. "You should be.
It's few I know who still have such nice var- I mean trailers."
<snip>
> "Well, it's a real pleasure to meet you, Miss Kirvi. Travelled
> far to get here?"
She shrugs bonelessly. "Yes, and no. Far, yes, because I never stop
travelling. No, because everywhere I go, is home. Everywhere I find
kumpaniyi of Rom, I find my home again." She smiles at him, as she absently
brushes the curl hanging in her face out of the way. It immediately flops
back into her face, but she seems so used to it, she doesn't even notice.
"Where in the Old World are you from, Daniel Philer?"
> Daniel
Kirvi
Anna Simpson
tale thusly:
>> "Vardo? You mean the trailer, miss? She's mine. Got her from a
>> junkyard when my old truck packed up. I've got real fond of her,
>> mind."
>
>The woman looks a little disappointed, but she smiles shyly. "You should be.
>It's few I know who still have such nice var- I mean trailers."
He nods. "Yeah, she was a real find. Sure draws the customers
in too. Like you can see, she was part of a circus, and I like
to think I can put on a good show." Daniel grins at some private
joke.
"You aint got transportation, then?"
>> "Well, it's a real pleasure to meet you, Miss Kirvi. Travelled
>> far to get here?"
>
>She shrugs bonelessly. "Yes, and no. Far, yes, because I never stop
>travelling. No, because everywhere I go, is home. Everywhere I find
>kumpaniyi of Rom, I find my home again." She smiles at him, as she absently
>brushes the curl hanging in her face out of the way. It immediately flops
>back into her face, but she seems so used to it, she doesn't even notice.
>"Where in the Old World are you from, Daniel Philer?"
"Well, like you, miss, I'm pretty much of a traveller. 'Cept for
me, anywhere I can find folks who're interesting in tradin', then
that's my home for the night." He returns the smile, showing
healthy but slightly yellowed teeth.
>Kirvi
Daniel
*************************** Anna Simpson ****************************
The World became a grain of sand, washed in a mighty sea,
And Time became a withered leaf, blown from it's parent tree.
******************* http://www.moglit.demon.co.uk *******************
gall...@stny.lrun.com
an...@moglit.demon.co.uk (Anna Simpson) wrote:
<snip>
> He nods. "Yeah, she was a real find. Sure draws the customers
> in too. Like you can see, she was part of a circus, and I like
> to think I can put on a good show." Daniel grins at some private
> joke.
She breaks the smile to grin at that. "Yes, to put on a good show is a
lways best. Keeps their mouths too busy gapin' to talk."
> "You aint got transportation, then?"
She points to her feet. "I had a horse, but when I went into places
without food for him, I had to work extra hard to feed him. I could not
have borne watchin' him starve. So, I left him with the last kumpania I
found with grass. I'll find him again soon."
<snip>
> "Well, like you, miss, I'm pretty much of a traveller. 'Cept for
> me, anywhere I can find folks who're interesting in tradin', then
> that's my home for the night." He returns the smile, showing
> healthy but slightly yellowed teeth.
She nods. "For us, that used to be the way. Then, as the world went bad,
marhime, gaje stopped wanting outside contact. We convinced the kin who
still heard our song in their blood, to leave the gaje cities, to come
back to us. Most did. When the cities died, we did not. But now we
trade with each otehr, and sometimes with gaje who are more open." She
grins triumphantly. "But we, we live. All those fine," she makes the
world sound like an insult, "fine gaje cities, died."
> Daniel
Rowan Silverhair HyNeil
Rebecca Sutton
><snip>
>>>Nikko's eyes raise in amusement wanting to hear more.
>>
>>"Bioresearch Station 7 had been infiltrated by a group of Nephandi...
>>wyrm serving mages... who were trying to corrupt the rest of the staff
>>apparently... they wanted to develop some sort of Biological weapon
>>that would kill all organic life. They managed to do it... so the
>>Children of Atlantis got the few non-corrupted individuals out and
>>blew the place up so thoroughly nothing survived including the life
>>rotting virii. My guardians.. were Children of Atlantis plants
>>monitoring the place... but even they don't know if I'm a natural born
>>or was genetically enigineered for some purpose."
>>
>
>Nikko cocks hias head like he doesn't understand. "Children of Atlantic?" He
>repeats odly asking it as a question. "This all must have somthing to do with
>a mages word I guess." he says to no one in particuler.
>
"Children of Atlantis." she corrects mildly. "yes they are mages but
they have close ties to the garou. They are descended from the
survivors of the sinking of Atlantis how ever many 1000s of years ago.
My foster mother is the current High Priestess."
>>>>caitlin
>
>Nikko
Anna Simpson
tale thusly:
>> He nods. "Yeah, she was a real find. Sure draws the customers
>> in too. Like you can see, she was part of a circus, and I like
>> to think I can put on a good show." Daniel grins at some private
>> joke.
>
>She breaks the smile to grin at that. "Yes, to put on a good show is a
>lways best. Keeps their mouths too busy gapin' to talk."
"Somethin' of that. But for me, I want 'em to talk. Helps me
find out what they want. Some folks are awful shy about comin'
out with their needs right off, and a bit of prettiness and the
old mermaid helps relax 'em."
>> "Well, like you, miss, I'm pretty much of a traveller. 'Cept for
>> me, anywhere I can find folks who're interesting in tradin', then
>> that's my home for the night." He returns the smile, showing
>> healthy but slightly yellowed teeth.
>
>She nods. "For us, that used to be the way. Then, as the world went bad,
>marhime, gaje stopped wanting outside contact. We convinced the kin who
>still heard our song in their blood, to leave the gaje cities, to come
>back to us. Most did. When the cities died, we did not. But now we
>trade with each otehr, and sometimes with gaje who are more open." She
>grins triumphantly. "But we, we live. All those fine," she makes the
>world sound like an insult, "fine gaje cities, died."
"That's the way of things, in the end, right? Folks can build
and build and build, but most times it all comes down to kids
hidin' their heads under a blanket, hopin' the monsters ain't
going to eat 'em." Daniel shrugs. "Not that I've got anythin'
against cities on principle, but they don't seem to do too well,
most places, when the going gets tough."
>Rowan Silverhair HyNeil
Daniel
*************************** Anna Simpson ****************************
LEVULATER
>of
>> his shirt cocks his head. "Giorgio? Is that a joke lady? He asks
>> sarcasticly. yeah we take trade what ya got?" He looks into her eyes with
>> his ice blues.
>She looks at him, expression hard to read in black eyes. "Giorgio... is
>one of the names we call those not of our people. If I offend you so
>easily, perhaps I should find another place to trade." She shrugs
>bonelessly, and turns smoothly on her heel to go.
"Perhaps you _shall_ lady. I go by Nikko. I don't respond to any other name.
It was given to me by my father. How the hell did I know what you meant. If
ya wanna leave and go some place else good luck in finding one. I aint gonna
loose no shut eye over it." He stops here and continues to prepare Georg's
food.
LEVULATER
>>Nikko cocks hias head like he doesn't understand. "Children of Atlantic?"
>He
>>repeats odly asking it as a question. "This all must have somthing to do
>with
>>a mages word I guess." he says to no one in particuler.
>>
>
>"Children of Atlantis." she corrects mildly. "yes they are mages but
>they have close ties to the garou. They are descended from the
>survivors of the sinking of Atlantis how ever many 1000s of years ago.
>My foster mother is the current High Priestess."
"You have a foster mother!! " Nikko aks. "I had several foster parents only
they were not so nice to me and my siss." He slams a thumb towards the bunks.
"She's in the back sleepin right now. She needed it.
"You said you had close ties to us garou? How so?
>>caitlin
gall...@stny.lrun.com
an...@moglit.demon.co.uk (Anna Simpson) wrote:
<snip>
> "Somethin' of that. But for me, I want 'em to talk. Helps me
> find out what they want. Some folks are awful shy about comin'
> out with their needs right off, and a bit of prettiness and the
> old mermaid helps relax 'em."
"Ah, but it depends on what you trade. Sometimes we trade what we have
found, and sometimes we trade what we make. Sometimes, 'though, we trade in
entertainment. We gentle horses, for riding; sometimes we dance and perform
with our music. We trade the herbs an' furs we get in the wild places. When
we show them how we gentle a horse, we do not want them to talk. When we
dance, or a baba tells someone's fortune, then, we do not want them to talk."
<snip>
> "That's the way of things, in the end, right? Folks can build
> and build and build, but most times it all comes down to kids
> hidin' their heads under a blanket, hopin' the monsters ain't
> going to eat 'em." Daniel shrugs. "Not that I've got anythin'
> against cities on principle, but they don't seem to do too well,
> most places, when the going gets tough."
She quiets. "The monsters are there. It's a matter of knowing which monsters
you need to fear, and which are on your side." Then she shivers. "Cities are
horrible. So many people, all too close, an' you stay in the same place, with
no trees or green."
She yawns, then smiles apologetically. "Do you know, does the owner have beds
or places to spread a bedroll?"
> Daniel
Kirvi
gall...@stny.lrun.com
levu...@aol.com (LEVULATER) wrote:
<snip>
> "Perhaps you _shall_ lady. I go by Nikko. I don't respond to any other name.
> It was given to me by my father. How the hell did I know what you meant. If
> ya wanna leave and go some place else good luck in finding one. I aint gonna
> loose no shut eye over it." He stops here and continues to prepare Georg's
> food.
She shrugs. "I would not expect you to. Still, I'd like to unload some of
these stupid CDs. They're heavy. I don' suppose you'd be willing to trade a
night's sleep for some CDs?" Her voice is the utter casualness of someone
very comfortable with dickering.
> Nikko
LEVULATER
>these stupid CDs. They're heavy. I don' suppose you'd be willing to trade a
>night's sleep for some CDs?" Her voice is the utter casualness of someone
>very comfortable with dickering.
"Whatcha got? Chumba Waumba? Back streat boys, Mariah. We can deffinatly
work somthin out if you got some of the old time music."
>Kirvi
gall...@stny.lrun.com
Kirvi takes her pack off, and sets it on one of the stools at the counter.
Digging into it, she pulls out a Mariah Carey cd, still with the new
sealer on it. She digs a little more, pulls out a "Best of the
Eurhythmics", Janet Jackson "Rhythm Nation", Chumba Wumba "TubThumping"
and Cherry Poppin' Daddies' "Zoot Suit Riot". All of them have the new
cd sealer on them, and the plastic wrap. "Will that be enough for me to
spend the night, in a back room, if you don't have any cots or anything?" She
tries unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn. "I have not slept in more than 3
days." She smiles a little uncertainly at Nikko.
If he says yes, she quietly asks directions, and promptly heads to the
sleeping room, carrying her pack over one shoulder. Five minutes later,
should anyone check, she's carefully stretched out on top of one of the
beds, fully clothed, with her pack as a rather uncomfortable looking
pillow. But she's sound asleep.
Clemens Schmitz
> people not to be individuals. In zombieville artist talent even if
> unexpressed is a capital offence... and no I'm not using 'artistic
> talent' as a euphamism for spreading dissent. Lack of free speech I
> can almost understand but these people have found ways to forbid free
> thought." A wry smile.
Georg shakes his head. "That's stupid."
(snip)
> (ooc: I've been waiting for someone to mention her eyes."
(ooc: I did some time ago, but it seems the post was lost somewhere....)
> "It isn't precisely pupil
> contraction with my eyes." she reaches into a bag and retrieves some
> eyedrops and very carefully puts them in her eyes. Slowly over the
> course of about half an hour her eyes clear to reveal fairly ordainary
> bluish grey eyes. "It's a protein, filters out UV they think anyway a
> lot of kids go blind quickly because of the UV but mine only take
> damage if I go out in daylight after I've used the drops and I use
> them very rarely. Give it a couple of hours and they'll go green
> again. I also don't sunburn easily and if you look there's a similar
> tinge to my skin." (ooc: there is but only if you look for it. Even
> an expert probably wouldn't notice because with the natural paleness
> of her skin it green mixed with a little red and thus appears very
> pale brown-pink at first glance.
"Fascinating." He bends closer to her, examinig her skin closely. "Is
this somehow related to clorophyll?" he asks her.
When he leans back, his face is in a pensive frown. "A modification like
that would be extremely valuable to a fair-skinned people faced with
depleted ozone-layers." The German turns to Daniel. "That nuclear summer
you mentioned, do you remember any of the reaoning behind it?"
> >> Caitlin
> >
> >Georg Schneider
>
> Caitlin
Georg
Clemens Schmitz
> admiringly, as one might look at a particularly nice car, which
> would be rather disconcerting, excepting that Caitlin's probably
> used to it by now.
>
> "Real interestin'," he repeats. "You said they nuked that place
> you were in? Shame. How about these other places. You reckon
> any of them survived?"
>
> Daniel turns to Georg. "What do you reckon 'bout genetic
> engineerin' now then, doc?"
"It definitely has potential, if used for the good of the people,
sparingly and wise. And there is to be a lot of harm to be done with it
by an unscrupulous government or even private businesses."
He rubs his nose thoughtfully. "A two-edged sword, like most
technologies."
> >>Georg Schneider
> >
> >Caitlin
>
> Daniel
Georg Schneider
Clemens Schmitz
> sleeping room, carrying her pack over one shoulder. Five minutes later,
> should anyone check, she's carefully stretched out on top of one of the
> beds, fully clothed, with her pack as a rather uncomfortable looking
> pillow. But she's sound asleep.
Georg looks after her. A gipsy! What's going to be next?
> Kirvi
Doktor Georg Schneider
Clemens Schmitz
> >with it, perhaps? Butter? Jam? Anything?"
>
> "We got some of bothg doc." Nikko says scratching his head. "You mean french
> toas t right?"
Georg smiles faintly at some private joke. "French toast? Is that what
you call a buttered toast with jam?"
> >"I'm a medical doctor, but more into specialized, theoretical aspects of
> >medicine, not your average practical doctor. In fact, I didn't do a real
> >treatment for years now. Well, at least not before I was drafted." He
> >gives Niko a non-commital smile.
>
> "Drafted? drasfted into what? Tell me more. What do you mean by
> "Theorectical aspects"?
"Drafted into the armed forces. Every able-bodied man had to protect the
Fatherland when the Americans declared war on us. Luckily with my
medical trainig I never really had to do combat duty."
> >Georg
>
> Nikko
Georg
Clemens Schmitz
> >there and you can see for yourself what happened and whether you'll be
> >able to make good trading there."
>
> "Sure, well, you point me the way and I'll check it out on my
> way. I've got one or two places to visit and I ain't sure how
> long I'll be." Daniel hesitates for a moment, then pushes the
> book and sunglasses towards Georg. "Might as well take 'em on
> credit. I ain't seen many places nuked so bad there weren't
> folks in need of trade there someplace."
"Okay. Thank you very much." He puts the book carefully in his knapsack,
after glancing at the title. "When do you plan to move out? I'll walk
out with you and show you the tunnel I came in through. I won't stay
long myself. I'll just check on Silvia's group, perhaps say goodbye to
Mickey, when she wakes up and be on my way. I've taken too long
already."
> >Georg
> >I can't help you there. This time you really put your foot into it...
>
> Daniel
> Ah well, now I'll just have to go back to the Inn anyway.
Georg
Why? I mean, why are you leaving Mickey's?
Anna Simpson
<csch...@geo.uni-jena.de> told the tale thusly:
>> Daniel turns to Georg. "What do you reckon 'bout genetic
>> engineerin' now then, doc?"
>
>"It definitely has potential, if used for the good of the people,
>sparingly and wise. And there is to be a lot of harm to be done with it
>by an unscrupulous government or even private businesses."
"Shame they ain't got ahold of it in your world yet. Looks to me
like now might just be the time you're needin' it."
>He rubs his nose thoughtfully. "A two-edged sword, like most
>technologies."
"Well, it ain't of much consequence how two-edged a sword is if
you're the one getting attacked with it."
>Georg Schneider
Anna Simpson
<csch...@geo.uni-jena.de> told the tale thusly:
>"Fascinating." He bends closer to her, examinig her skin closely. "Is
>this somehow related to clorophyll?" he asks her.
>
>When he leans back, his face is in a pensive frown. "A modification like
>that would be extremely valuable to a fair-skinned people faced with
>depleted ozone-layers." The German turns to Daniel. "That nuclear summer
>you mentioned, do you remember any of the reaoning behind it?"
"Can't say as I do." Daniel shrugs. "Like I said, I'm mostly
interesting in what's saleable. Nuclear weather, summer or
winter, ain't real portable."
>Georg
Daniel
************************ Anna Simpson *************************
"I am in blood, stepped in so far, that should I wade no more,
returning were as tedious as go o'er." MacBeth: Act 3, Scene 5
**************** http://www.moglit.demon.co.uk ****************
Anna Simpson
tale thusly:
>"Ah, but it depends on what you trade. Sometimes we trade what we have
>found, and sometimes we trade what we make. Sometimes, 'though, we trade in
>entertainment. We gentle horses, for riding; sometimes we dance and perform
>with our music. We trade the herbs an' furs we get in the wild places. When
>we show them how we gentle a horse, we do not want them to talk. When we
>dance, or a baba tells someone's fortune, then, we do not want them to talk."
Daniel nods. "Well, I don't have much talent for entertainin'
folks, or in makin' things."
>> hidin' their heads under a blanket, hopin' the monsters ain't
>> going to eat 'em." Daniel shrugs. "Not that I've got anythin'
>> against cities on principle, but they don't seem to do too well,
>> most places, when the going gets tough."
>
>She quiets. "The monsters are there. It's a matter of knowing which monsters
>you need to fear, and which are on your side."
Daniel grins. "Only monsters I ain't so fond of are the ones
which ain't interested in tradin', or don't pay their debts."
>Then she shivers. "Cities are
>horrible. So many people, all too close, an' you stay in the same place, with
>no trees or green."
"Still, it's real convenient for the shops, that what I always
say."
>She yawns, then smiles apologetically. "Do you know, does the owner have beds
>or places to spread a bedroll?"
"Sure does." Daniel points to the sleeping area at the back."
>Kirvi
Anna Simpson
<csch...@geo.uni-jena.de> told the tale thusly:
>> book and sunglasses towards Georg. "Might as well take 'em on
>> credit. I ain't seen many places nuked so bad there weren't
>> folks in need of trade there someplace."
>
>"Okay. Thank you very much." He puts the book carefully in his knapsack,
>after glancing at the title.
It's a book on human genetics, of the scientific rather then
popular kind.
>"When do you plan to move out? I'll walk
>out with you and show you the tunnel I came in through. I won't stay
>long myself. I'll just check on Silvia's group, perhaps say goodbye to
>Mickey, when she wakes up and be on my way. I've taken too long
>already."
"Sure thing. I'll be headin' off when Sylvia's got her folks
organised. I've got a few things to do here and there. You
plannin' on headin' back this way later?"
>Georg
>Why? I mean, why are you leaving Mickey's?
Daniel
No, I mean, go back into the Inn as well.
Clemens Schmitz
> >this somehow related to clorophyll?" he asks her.
> >
> >When he leans back, his face is in a pensive frown. "A modification like
> >that would be extremely valuable to a fair-skinned people faced with
> >depleted ozone-layers." The German turns to Daniel. "That nuclear summer
> >you mentioned, do you remember any of the reaoning behind it?"
>
> "Can't say as I do." Daniel shrugs. "Like I said, I'm mostly
> interesting in what's saleable. Nuclear weather, summer or
> winter, ain't real portable."
Georg represses a faint smile. "Perhaps you should reconsider your
trading strategy there, Mr. Philer. Information is pretty portable,
_very_ valuable for some and what's best about it, it can be sold to
several people without depleting your stock in it."
> >Georg
> Daniel
Georg Schneider
Clemens Schmitz
> >after glancing at the title.
>
> It's a book on human genetics, of the scientific rather then
> popular kind.
Is it the book by Lynn Margulis that Daniel talked about?
> >"When do you plan to move out? I'll walk
> >out with you and show you the tunnel I came in through. I won't stay
> >long myself. I'll just check on Silvia's group, perhaps say goodbye to
> >Mickey, when she wakes up and be on my way. I've taken too long
> >already."
>
> "Sure thing. I'll be headin' off when Sylvia's got her folks
> organised. I've got a few things to do here and there. You
> plannin' on headin' back this way later?"
"I am not even sure if there will _be_ a 'later'." Georg says sternly.
> >Georg
> >Why? I mean, why are you leaving Mickey's?
>
> Daniel
> No, I mean, go back into the Inn as well.
Georg
Yipee!
Clemens Schmitz
> >> engineerin' now then, doc?"
> >
> >"It definitely has potential, if used for the good of the people,
> >sparingly and wise. And there is to be a lot of harm to be done with it
> >by an unscrupulous government or even private businesses."
>
> "Shame they ain't got ahold of it in your world yet. Looks to me
> like now might just be the time you're needin' it."
"We might use a lot of technologies that would be in our reach now, if
the Americans would have let us in peace..."
> >He rubs his nose thoughtfully. "A two-edged sword, like most
> >technologies."
>
> "Well, it ain't of much consequence how two-edged a sword is if
> you're the one getting attacked with it."
"Right. Luckily, no one has access to genetic engineering right now..."
> >Georg Schneider
> Daniel
Georg Schneider
Anna Simpson
<csch...@geo.uni-jena.de> told the tale thusly:
>> "Can't say as I do." Daniel shrugs. "Like I said, I'm mostly
>> interesting in what's saleable. Nuclear weather, summer or
>> winter, ain't real portable."
>
>Georg represses a faint smile. "Perhaps you should reconsider your
>trading strategy there, Mr. Philer. Information is pretty portable,
>_very_ valuable for some and what's best about it, it can be sold to
>several people without depleting your stock in it."
"Oh, I trade information alright. It ain't got the satisfaction
of handin' over the goods and seeing folks' faces light up
but..." Daniel leans back in his chair and stretches.
"'Course, I have to charge more if it ain't somethin' I remember
right off and I have to go find out from someplace else."
>Georg Schneider
Daniel
Anna Simpson
<csch...@geo.uni-jena.de> told the tale thusly:
>> It's a book on human genetics, of the scientific rather then
>> popular kind.
>
>Is it the book by Lynn Margulis that Daniel talked about?
No, it's more recent than that, but it does discuss the evolution
of mitochondria, especially in the context of the 'out of Africa'
theory of human evolution. :-)
>> "Sure thing. I'll be headin' off when Sylvia's got her folks
>> organised. I've got a few things to do here and there. You
>> plannin' on headin' back this way later?"
>
>"I am not even sure if there will _be_ a 'later'." Georg says sternly.
>Georg
>Yipee!
Daniel
After the WGP weekend, probably, unless Marie leaves the Glen.
BTW, have you noticed this thread is down to you and me again?
Anna Simpson
<csch...@geo.uni-jena.de> told the tale thusly:
>> "Shame they ain't got ahold of it in your world yet. Looks to me
>> like now might just be the time you're needin' it."
>
>"We might use a lot of technologies that would be in our reach now, if
>the Americans would have let us in peace..."
"Yep, war's hell on research. Ain't too bad for trade, mind -
folks are always willing to pay for what they haven't got the
time to figure out themselves."
>> "Well, it ain't of much consequence how two-edged a sword is if
>> you're the one getting attacked with it."
>
>"Right. Luckily, no one has access to genetic engineering right now..."
"Luckily."
>Georg Schneider
Daniel Philer
Brian Thomas Habing
Mickey comes out of the back room where she had been getting cleaned up
after fixing Georg's radio, organizing the cleaning of the back room,
etc...
She grabs a glass of water and moves over to listen in on the conversation
Georg is having...
she also looks around the stop, looking for top...
-Mickey
OOC: So, I finally got settled in to my new dept. and apt. in SC, and
got my dissertation deposited, and should once again have time to post
all over the place... needless to say though, I don't have time to read
the last three or four weeks worth of posts, so if I've left any conversations
dangling, please get back to me!
OOC2: Mickey's homepage is http://www.stat.uiuc.edu/~habing/mickeys/index.html
Clemens Schmitz
> >> popular kind.
> >
> >Is it the book by Lynn Margulis that Daniel talked about?
>
> No, it's more recent than that, but it does discuss the evolution
> of mitochondria, especially in the context of the 'out of Africa'
> theory of human evolution. :-)
Ooooh. A paradigmatic time bomb!
> >> "Sure thing. I'll be headin' off when Sylvia's got her folks
> >> organised. I've got a few things to do here and there. You
> >> plannin' on headin' back this way later?"
> >
> >"I am not even sure if there will _be_ a 'later'." Georg says sternly.
>
> >Georg
> >Yipee!
>
> Daniel
> After the WGP weekend, probably, unless Marie leaves the Glen.
> BTW, have you noticed this thread is down to you and me again?
Georg
I wonder why that happens all the time.
Hey, look there's Brian! <wavehand>
Clemens Schmitz
> >trading strategy there, Mr. Philer. Information is pretty portable,
> >_very_ valuable for some and what's best about it, it can be sold to
> >several people without depleting your stock in it."
>
> "Oh, I trade information alright. It ain't got the satisfaction
> of handin' over the goods and seeing folks' faces light up
> but..." Daniel leans back in his chair and stretches.
> "'Course, I have to charge more if it ain't somethin' I remember
> right off and I have to go find out from someplace else."
Slowly Georg's smile broadens. "Sure. I'm glad you still talk to people
without charging them for it, though."
> >Georg Schneider
> Daniel
Georg Schneider
Clemens Schmitz
> >> like now might just be the time you're needin' it."
> >
> >"We might use a lot of technologies that would be in our reach now, if
> >the Americans would have let us in peace..."
>
> "Yep, war's hell on research. Ain't too bad for trade, mind -
> folks are always willing to pay for what they haven't got the
> time to figure out themselves."
"War's only hell on certain kinds of research. If it's immediately
usable for the defense effort, it gets supported. In the last war, the
Reich made big advances in rocket science, signal transmissions, sensors
and jet engines."
> >> "Well, it ain't of much consequence how two-edged a sword is if
> >> you're the one getting attacked with it."
> >
> >"Right. Luckily, no one has access to genetic engineering right now..."
>
> "Luckily."
"If the Americans would not only attack with nuclear armaments, but also
biological tailor-made weapons, we would probably lose."
> >Georg Schneider
> Daniel Philer
Clemens Schmitz
> after fixing Georg's radio, organizing the cleaning of the back room,
> etc...
Georg beams at her when she emerges. He looks different now, his old
coat looks darker, his trousers and boots are no longer dusty and he
even managed to shave. All in all he no longer looks like a travel-worn
wanderer, rather liek a respectable citizen of the Greater German Reich.
> She grabs a glass of water and moves over to listen in on the conversation
> Georg is having...
Her interrupts his conversation with Daniel.
"Mickey! I'm glad to see you again. Did you rest well?" (OOC: Kevin
decided that you fell asleep in the back room) He taps the radio he had
fetched from the garage. "I allowed myself to get the radio and hoped to
demonstrate to Mr. Philer that the Reich was not entirely dead.
Unluckily all transmissions are blocked, just as you predicted."
He looks at Mickey conspirationally. "Did you think about my
suggestion?", he asks in a low voice.
> she also looks around the stop, looking for top...
>
> -Mickey
>
> OOC: So, I finally got settled in to my new dept. and apt. in SC, and
> got my dissertation deposited, and should once again have time to post
> all over the place... needless to say though, I don't have time to read
> the last three or four weeks worth of posts, so if I've left any conversations
> dangling, please get back to me!
Georg
OOC: Congratulations and all that. Good to see you back, Anna and I had
a hard time keeping the thread alive until you return.
Brian Thomas Habing
>> Mickey comes out of the back room where she had been getting cleaned up
>> after fixing Georg's radio, organizing the cleaning of the back room,
>> etc...
>Georg beams at her when she emerges. He looks different now, his old
>coat looks darker, his trousers and boots are no longer dusty and he
>even managed to shave. All in all he no longer looks like a travel-worn
>wanderer, rather liek a respectable citizen of the Greater German Reich.
Mickey nods at him and smiles, but he may still sense that she hasn't
decided whether or not to like him (or to hold the sins of his Reich against
him.) She stops for a second and pulls her hair back into a pony tail,
slipping the band on to hold it in place. A few stray strands play against
her neck.
>> She grabs a glass of water and moves over to listen in on the conversation
>> Georg is having...
>Her interrupts his conversation with Daniel.
>"Mickey! I'm glad to see you again. Did you rest well?"
"Definately needed some rest after yesterday, thank you." a hint
of sincerity creeps into her voice, as she scans the diner to see
what state it has degraded into under her borthers care.
> He taps the radio he had
>fetched from the garage. "I allowed myself to get the radio and hoped to
>demonstrate to Mr. Philer that the Reich was not entirely dead.
>Unluckily all transmissions are blocked, just as you predicted."
She shrugs, "Like I said, you might want to go up top and try it outside
where the rock can't block it."
"Did I miss anything else exciting?"
>He looks at Mickey conspirationally. "Did you think about my
>suggestion?", he asks in a low voice.
"Yeah... have you seen Top?" she says back more quietly.
>> -Mickey
>Georg
>OOC: Congratulations and all that. Good to see you back, Anna and I had
>a hard time keeping the thread alive until you return.
Mickey
OOC: Thanks for doing so though!
We should probably be able to pick up a new player or two when
the students get back and all...
Brian Thomas Habing
Mickey, having awakened from her well needed sleep, looks
around for both her brother, and for the Irish purveyors of
liquor she had been dealing with.
-Mickey
Alistair J. R. Young
Clemens Schmitz <csch...@geo.uni-jena.de> (== cschmitz)
praised Shub-Internet thus:
> "If the Americans would not only attack with nuclear armaments, but also
> biological tailor-made weapons, we would probably lose."
"When someone attacks with biologicals as well as nuclear weapons,
especially the Americans," Charles says quietly, "*everyone* loses."
> Georg Schneider
Charles de Mornington-Crescent
--
Computational Thaumaturge -- Sysimperator, dominus retis deusque machinarum.
e-mail: avata...@arkane.demon.co.uk WWW: http://www.arkane.demon.co.uk/
"Excuse me? What happened to the wild monkey sex?"
LEVULATER
>> >with it, perhaps? Butter? Jam? Anything?"
>>
>> "We got some of bothg doc." Nikko says scratching his head. "You mean
>french
>> toas t right?"
>Georg smiles faintly at some private joke. "French toast? Is that what
>you call a buttered toast with jam?"
>
Nikko looking annoyed responds. "No doc you said Roasted bread I though ya
meant french toast. Yeah Toast commin right up
>> >"I'm a medical doctor, but more into specialized, theoretical aspects of
>> >medicine, not your average practical doctor. In fact, I didn't do a real
>> >treatment for years now. Well, at least not before I was drafted." He
>> >gives Niko a non-commital smile.
>>
>> "Drafted? drasfted into what? Tell me more. What do you mean by
>> "Theorectical aspects"?
>
>"Drafted into the armed forces. Every able-bodied man had to protect the
>Fatherland when the Americans declared war on us. Luckily with my
>medical trainig I never really had to do combat duty."
"Why didn't you wanna do combat. _everyone_ should serve their country. I
wanted to jion the marines but my father kept me busy at home.
Nikko noticing his sister _finally_ coming back out gives her an annoyed look
and says: "What the fuck you do back there. Christ I thought you would never
come out.
>Georg
Nikko
Brian Thomas Habing
>>> >"I would like some breakfast... some roasted bread and something to go
>>> >with it, perhaps? Butter? Jam? Anything?"
>>> "We got some of both doc." Nikko says scratching his head. "You mean
>>> french toast right?"
>>Georg smiles faintly at some private joke. "French toast? Is that what
>>you call a buttered toast with jam?"
>Nikko looking annoyed responds. "No doc you said Roasted bread I though ya
>meant french toast. Yeah Toast commin right up
>Nikko noticing his sister _finally_ coming back out gives her an annoyed look
>and says: "What the fuck you do back there. Christ I thought you would never
>come out.
She sticks out her tongue at him and goes ::::ppppllllbbbbtttthhhh::::
"Did you finally finish messing up the roof with whatever you were doing
up there?"
"And while you're at it, I would like some French Toast." and she
stretches and yawns, the dark blue t-shirt material pulling tight
against her momentarily as she does so.
>>Georg
>Nikko
Mickey
---Mickey's truck stop homepage is:
http://www.stat.uiuc.edu/~habing/mickeys/index.html----
Brian Thomas Habing
* somehow Vix just e-mailed this instead of posting it, so here
it is *
>> Mickey, having awakened from her well needed sleep, looks
>> around for both her brother, and for the Irish purveyors of
>> liquor she had been dealing with.
> Tara is sitting in the Truck Stop while her Brother Finnian is
> elsewhere. Tara has just been hanging in the shadows minding her own
> business for now. Once Mickey has walked near her, however, Tara will
> say, "Hello, to ye. So, how was ye're rest?"
"Great thanks" Mickey says looking much more rested. She is now wearing
a dark blue t-shirt and faded black jeans. "Sorry to fade of on you
and your brother like that, I'd been up for 20 hours." she says making
conversation and not excuses.
"You're name was Tara right?"
"Did you and Finnian still have some of that ale left? or did my
brother drink all of it?" she pauses on Finnian's name momentarily
as if trying to recall it.
>> -Mickey
> Tara Shaugnessy
Mickey
> (OOC: Ah, that helpeed to get me back in. Thanks, Brian :) Vix)
OOC: No prob, could you e-mail me a copy of Tara's description if you
haven't already? (and if you had, let me know so I can go searching
for it).
Shetler
> >> Mickey, having awakened from her well needed sleep, looks
> >> around for both her brother, and for the Irish purveyors of
> >> liquor she had been dealing with.
>
> > Tara is sitting in the Truck Stop while her Brother Finnian is
> > elsewhere. Tara has just been hanging in the shadows minding her own
> > business for now. Once Mickey has walked near her, however, Tara will
> > say, "Hello, to ye. So, how was ye're rest?"
>
> "Great thanks" Mickey says looking much more rested. She is now wearing
> a dark blue t-shirt and faded black jeans. "Sorry to fade of on you
> and your brother like that, I'd been up for 20 hours." she says making
> conversation and not excuses.
>
> "You're name was Tara right?"
Tara smiles and says, "Aye, it tis. And ye're name is Mickey, if I am
not misktaken it t'be? Mickey 'tis an odd name fer a gal? How did ye
come by it?" Tara gives a rather friendly smile...
> "Did you and Finnian still have some of that ale left? or did my
> brother drink all of it?" she pauses on Finnian's name momentarily
> as if trying to recall it.
Tara says matter of factly, "O' that I would nay be knownin'. 'Tis my
recollection that mi' brother was last handlin' the ale. I speak at
Finnian fer ye, of that." Tara looks around to see where Finnian is..
> >> -Mickey
>
> > Tara Shaugnessy
>
> Mickey
>
(OOC: Gotcha! Tara is a pale red-haired gal who looks as though, she is
in her twenties. She is wearing a forest green Celtic knotwork t-shirt,
blue jeans, and leather almost Roman-type sandals. She has a small
burlap bag of food and some assorted stuff... There you go, Vix)
LEVULATER
>Tara says matter of factly, "O' that I would nay be knownin'. 'Tis my
>recollection that mi' brother was last handlin' the ale. I speak at
>Finnian fer ye, of that." Tara looks around to see where Finnian is..
>
She will notice a small red headed figure who is snoring rather loudly slumped
over in one of the booths. The emoty ale mug sits in front of him on the
table.
>Tara Shaugnessy
Finnian
LEVULATER
>>Nikko noticing his sister _finally_ coming back out gives her an annoyed
>look
>>and says: "What the fuck you do back there. Christ I thought you would never
>>come out.
>
>She sticks out her tongue at him and goes ::::ppppllllbbbbtttthhhh::::
>
>"Did you finally finish messing up the roof with whatever you were doing
>up there?"
>
>"And while you're at it, I would like some French Toast." and she
>stretches and yawns, the dark blue
>t-shirt material pulling tight
>against her momentarily as she does so.
Nikko again looking annoyed at his sister says: " You want anything else with
the toast?" The big man who is looking very tired looks sheapishly into his
sisters eyes as he asks her the question. He strecthes flexing his large upper
body muscles. The yawn Mickey had given becoming contagious onto her brother.
with a large yawn he says: "I need ya to take that caprice down and look in
there for anything you can find. Let me see whatever it is when and _if_ you
find it."
>Mickey
>
Nikko
Shetler
> >Tara says matter of factly, "O' that I would nay be knownin'. 'Tis my
> >recollection that mi' brother was last handlin' the ale. I speak at
> >Finnian fer ye, of that." Tara looks around to see where Finnian is..
> >
>
> She will notice a small red headed figure who is snoring rather loudly slumped
> over in one of the booths. The emoty ale mug sits in front of him on the
> table.
Tara shakes her head and walks over to where her brother is asleep. She
shakes him a bit and says, "O' mi' darlin' brother. Wake ye, now. Fer it
seems ye've been in yer cups for a time, now. I would like to have some
words with ye on the matter of our ale." Tara will wait and see if her
brother wakes up at all..
> >Tara Shaugnessy
>
> Finnian
Tara Shaugnessy
LEVULATER
>Tara shakes her head and walks over to where her brother is asleep. She
>shakes him a bit and says, "O' mi' darlin' brother. Wake ye, now. Fer it
>seems ye've been in yer cups for a time, now. I would like to have some
>words with ye on the matter of our ale." Tara will wait and see if her
>brother wakes up at all..
The red headed lad sturs a bit. He looks up at his sister very glazy eyed.
shakes his head a bit to try and clear it. His eyes role into the back of his
head. He begins to heave as if he is about to vomit.....
>Tara Shaugnessy
Finnian the drunk
Brian Thomas Habing
>> "You're name was Tara right?"
>Tara smiles and says, "Aye, it tis. And ye're name is Mickey, if I am
>not misktaken it t'be? Mickey 'tis an odd name fer a gal? How did ye
>come by it?" Tara gives a rather friendly smile...
"I think we're all just glad that Niko didn't end up as Annette or Minnie."
she says with a smile.
"I'm assuming you're Irish then? We don't get as many patrons from
over there as we do in the states usually..." (but then looks around
at several of the others) "... but there are plenty of exceptions to
that I guess."
>
>> "Did you and Finnian still have some of that ale left? or did my
>> brother drink all of it?" she pauses on Finnian's name momentarily
>> as if trying to recall it.
>Tara says matter of factly, "O' that I would nay be knownin'. 'Tis my
>recollection that mi' brother was last handlin' the ale. I speak at
>Finnian fer ye, of that." Tara looks around to see where Finnian is..
"Thanks... I kind of started dozing off there towards the end... here's
hoping he hasn't drank it all already." and she raises her glass of water
before taking a drink.
>> Mickey
> Tara
Mickey
Brian Thomas Habing
>>She sticks out her tongue at him and goes ::::ppppllllbbbbtttthhhh::::
>>"Did you finally finish messing up the roof with whatever you were doing
>>up there?"
>>"And while you're at it, I would like some French Toast." and she
>>stretches and yawns, the dark blue
>>t-shirt material pulling tight
>>against her momentarily as she does so.
>Nikko again looking annoyed at his sister says: " You want anything else with
>the toast?"
"Some sausage I guess if we have any, thanks." and she waits for an answer
to her first question only to be headed off with...
>The big man who is looking very tired looks sheapishly into his
>sisters eyes as he asks her the question. He strecthes flexing his large upper
>body muscles. The yawn Mickey had given becoming contagious onto her brother.
>with a large yawn he says: "I need ya to take that caprice down and look in
>there for anything you can find. Let me see whatever it is when and _if_ you
>find it."
"Ok. Feel free to go take a nap if you need one though, ok? Either Crys
or one of Syl's people should be around to take over the grill." she says,
with obvious concern for him in her voice, but a raised eyebrow over his
request.
>>Mickey
>Nikko
Mickey
--
Brian Habing hab...@stat.uiuc.edu
http://www.stat.uiuc.edu/~habing/mickeys/index.html
"Who am I? I am Susan Ivanova, Commander, daughter of Andrey and Sofie
Ivanov. I am the right hand of vengeance, and the boot that is gonna
kick your sorry ass all the way back to Earth, sweetheart. I am Death
incarnate, and the last living thing that you are ever going to see. God
sent me."
---Susan Ivanova, Babylon 5
Brian Thomas Habing
>>Tara shakes her head and walks over to where her brother is asleep. She
>>shakes him a bit and says, "O' mi' darlin' brother. Wake ye, now. Fer it
>>seems ye've been in yer cups for a time, now. I would like to have some
>>words with ye on the matter of our ale." Tara will wait and see if her
>>brother wakes up at all..
>The red headed lad sturs a bit. He looks up at his sister very glazy eyed.
>shakes his head a bit to try and clear it. His eyes role into the back of his
>head. He begins to heave as if he is about to vomit.....
"Dammit" and Mickey practically vaults to the counter where she reaches
over (poor Finnian being too out of it to take advantage of the vantage)
and grabs a bucket which she slides back along the floor expertly to Tara.
"You _don't_ want to be vomiting on my nice clean floor!"
>>Tara Shaugnessy
>Finnian the drunk
Mickey
LEVULATER
>>The red headed lad sturs a bit. He looks up at his sister very glazy eyed.
>>shakes his head a bit to try and clear it. His eyes role into the back of
>his
>>head. He begins to heave as if he is about to vomit.....
>
>"Dammit" and Mickey practically vaults to the counter where she reaches
>over (poor Finnian being too out of it to take advantage of the vantage)
>and grabs a bucket which she slides back along the floor expertly to Tara.
>
>"You _don't_ want to be vomiting on my nice clean floor!"
Nikko looking up from what he is doing just gives the red head a dirty look
privately noticing his sister's improved dexterity since she has had rest. He
continues doing what he was sniffing and gulping back a luagh finding the
situation amusing.. He thinks to himself: "I'm worried about her being a lone.
_ Yeah right_ He looks at his sister admiringly.
>Mickey
Nikko
LEVULATER
>"Some sausage I guess if we have any, thanks." and she waits for an answer
>to her first question only to be headed off with...
>
>>The big man who is looking very tired looks sheapishly into his
>>sisters eyes as he asks her the question. He strecthes flexing his large
>upper
>>body muscles. The yawn Mickey had given becoming contagious onto her
>brother.
>>with a large yawn he says: "I need ya to take that caprice down and look in
>>there for anything you can find. Let me see whatever it is when and _if_ you
>>find it."
>
>"Ok. Feel free to go take a nap if you need one though, ok? Either Crys
>or one of Syl's people should be around to take over the grill." she says,
>with obvious concern for him in her voice, but a raised eyebrow over his
>request.
We have sausage. I really wasn't planing on leaving you alone, but I guess I'll
be a _hell_ of a lot better to everyone if I go catch a couple hours." He
smiles weekly and tosses a couple sausages onto the grill.
He turns ignoring the question that is still unanwered....
Brian Thomas Habing
>>"Ok. Feel free to go take a nap if you need one though, ok? Either Crys
>>or one of Syl's people should be around to take over the grill." she says,
>>with obvious concern for him in her voice, but a raised eyebrow over his
>>request.
>"We have sausage. I really wasn't planing on leaving you alone,but I guess I'll
>be a _hell_ of a lot better to everyone if I go catch a couple hours." He
>smiles weekly and tosses a couple sausages onto the grill.
"Glenda can always play cavalry if it comes to that." she smirks wryly at
the perhaps humorous vision of the withered little women running in and
fighting off the assembled masses.
>He turns ignoring the question that is still unanwered....
Her attempt to burrow tunnels into the back of his head with her gaze failing,
she turns to talk with Tara and attempting to stop Tara's brother from
letting loose on the upohlstery.
>>Mickey
>Nikko
Mickey
---
Geoffrey Brent
remove the duplicate.
Brian Thomas Habing <hab...@neyman.stat.uiuc.edu> wrote in article
<6r746e$9cb$1...@vixen.cso.uiuc.edu>...
> >The big man who is looking very tired looks sheapishly into his
> >sisters eyes as he asks her the question. He strecthes flexing his
large upper
> >body muscles. The yawn Mickey had given becoming contagious onto her
brother.
> >with a large yawn he says: "I need ya to take that caprice down and
look in
> >there for anything you can find. Let me see whatever it is when and _if_
you
> >find it."
>
> "Ok. Feel free to go take a nap if you need one though, ok? Either Crys
> or one of Syl's people should be around to take over the grill." she
says,
> with obvious concern for him in her voice, but a raised eyebrow over his
> request.
"I can do it." Silvia wanders over and helps herself to a spatula.
She starts cooking some sausages; she seems a little wary of
the grill, in case something catches fire unexpectedly, but the
sausages are reasonable enough. "Now, was Georg going to
treat my people then ? I have to be going fairly soon."
Silvia
Lasombra
[OOC: Back for now. Life's been hectic, and may continue to be
so. Bleah.]
Geoffrey Brent
remove the duplicate.
Alistair J. R. Young <avatar...@arkane.demon.co.uk> wrote in article
<c1.2b8.2MVxNq$1...@esther.arkane.net>...
> On Fri, 14 Aug 1998 11:16:34 +0200, in message
<35D400...@geo.uni-jena.de>,
> Clemens Schmitz <csch...@geo.uni-jena.de> (== cschmitz)
> praised Shub-Internet thus:
>
> > "If the Americans would not only attack with nuclear armaments, but
also
> > biological tailor-made weapons, we would probably lose."
>
> "When someone attacks with biologicals as well as nuclear weapons,
> especially the Americans," Charles says quietly, "*everyone* loses."
"'king A." Silvia nods. "The Zoneminds let some nasty plagues
loose. Me, I don't drink the water and I don't breathe the air."
Silvia
Lasombra
Anna Simpson
<csch...@geo.uni-jena.de> told the tale thusly:
>> but..." Daniel leans back in his chair and stretches.
>> "'Course, I have to charge more if it ain't somethin' I remember
>> right off and I have to go find out from someplace else."
>
>Slowly Georg's smile broadens. "Sure. I'm glad you still talk to people
>without charging them for it, though."
Daniel grins too. "Conversation's the one thing I give out on
credit."
>Georg Schneider
Daniel
Anna Simpson
>> folks are always willing to pay for what they haven't got the
>> time to figure out themselves."
>
>"War's only hell on certain kinds of research. If it's immediately
>usable for the defense effort, it gets supported. In the last war, the
>Reich made big advances in rocket science, signal transmissions, sensors
>and jet engines."
"Sure, sure. I guess genetic engineerin' would be one of them
things which don't do so well, though. Ain't so much immediate
practical application."
>> "Luckily."
>
>"If the Americans would not only attack with nuclear armaments, but also
>biological tailor-made weapons, we would probably lose."
"'Course, if it were the other way around, you might win. Or at
least keep 'em busyt enoguh to to be thinkin' of invadin' for a
while.""
LEVULATER
>I'll
>>be a _hell_ of a lot better to everyone if I go catch a couple hours." He
>>smiles weekly and tosses a couple sausages onto the grill.
>"Glenda can always play cavalry if it comes to that." she smirks wryly at
>the perhaps humorous vision of the withered little women running in and
>fighting off the assembled masses.
"Nikko chuckles. "yeah right. I'll believe it when I see it.
>>He turns ignoring the question that is still unanwered....
>Her attempt to burrow tunnels into the back of his head with her gaze
>failing,
>she turns to talk with Tara and attempting to stop Tara's brother from
>letting loose on the upohlstery.
Finnian vomits ( luckily for him) into the bucket just as Nikko turns toward
the grill and slumps back domn on the table passed out beyond being able to be
awoken atleast for quite some time.
LEVULATER
>> >sisters eyes as he asks her the question. He strecthes flexing his
>large upper
>> >body muscles. The yawn Mickey had given becoming contagious onto her
>brother.
>> >with a large yawn he says: "I need ya to take that caprice down and
>look in
>> >there for anything you can find. Let me see whatever it is when and _if_
>you
>> >find it."
>>
>> "Ok. Feel free to go take a nap if you need one though, ok? Either Crys
>> or one of Syl's people should be around to take over the grill." she
>says,
>> with obvious concern for him in her voice, but a raised eyebrow over his
>> request.
Nikko winks at his sister and says: "i'll be going back in a little while for a
few hours."
>"I can do it." Silvia wanders over and helps herself to a spatula.
>She starts cooking some sausages; she seems a little wary of
>the grill, in case something catches fire unexpectedly, but the
>sausages are reasonable enough. "Now, was Georg going to
>treat my people then ? I have to be going fairly soon."
Nikko giving her a dirty look says: "don't ever come behind my counter without
being invited." Then his demeaner changes and he says: "Respect the grill and
it wont hurt ya. don't burn the fuckin place down. He gives silvia a wink,
pats her on the butt and says: "Thanks." He turns and starts to walk over
toward armahd. "I need to speek to Armahd for a few minutes." He continues to
walk around the outside of the counteer towards armahd. He turns back to
silvia and says: "As far as the Doc treatin your people goes. Ask him."
>Nikko
>>silvia
Nikko
Clemens Schmitz
> of sincerity creeps into her voice, as she scans the diner to see
> what state it has degraded into under her borthers care.
"Yes, you did." A little more than just professional care tints his
voice.
> > He taps the radio he had
> >fetched from the garage. "I allowed myself to get the radio and hoped to
> >demonstrate to Mr. Philer that the Reich was not entirely dead.
> >Unluckily all transmissions are blocked, just as you predicted."
>
> She shrugs, "Like I said, you might want to go up top and try it outside
> where the rock can't block it."
He turns to Daniel. "There, you heard it. Care to join me to gauge the
profitabilty of your investment?" He slaps his knapsack with that book
in it...
> "Did I miss anything else exciting?"
"I think your brother had some work on the roof. You might wnat to ask
him yourself, though."
> >He looks at Mickey conspirationally. "Did you think about my
> >suggestion?", he asks in a low voice.
>
> "Yeah... have you seen Top?" she says back more quietly.
"No, I haven't seen him since I woke up."
> >Georg
> >OOC: Congratulations and all that. Good to see you back, Anna and I had
> >a hard time keeping the thread alive until you return.
>
> Mickey
> OOC: Thanks for doing so though!
> We should probably be able to pick up a new player or two when
> the students get back and all...
Georg
Oh, is it September again?
Clemens Schmitz
> >you call a buttered toast with jam?"
> >
>
> Nikko looking annoyed responds. "No doc you said Roasted bread I though ya
> meant french toast. Yeah Toast commin right up
"Thank you." Niko's annoyance slides right off him.
> >"Drafted into the armed forces. Every able-bodied man had to protect the
> >Fatherland when the Americans declared war on us. Luckily with my
> >medical trainig I never really had to do combat duty."
>
> "Why didn't you wanna do combat. _everyone_ should serve their country. I
> wanted to jion the marines but my father kept me busy at home.
"I _was_ serving my country. Everyone does." Now it's Georg's turn to be
annoyed.
"Anyway, combat is for people who can't do anything else. I was a
trained medical professional and could serve the Fuehrer better in
another capacity."
> Nikko noticing his sister _finally_ coming back out gives her an annoyed look
> and says: "What the fuck you do back there. Christ I thought you would never
> come out.
"She was asleep, and she needed it. Badly." Obviously Georg is very
displeased with the way Niko treats his sister.
> >Georg
> Nikko
Georg
Clemens Schmitz
> >stretches and yawns, the dark blue
> >t-shirt material pulling tight
> >against her momentarily as she does so.
>
> Nikko again looking annoyed at his sister says: " You want anything else with
> sisters eyes as he asks her the question. He strecthes flexing his large upper
> body muscles. The yawn Mickey had given becoming contagious onto her brother.
> with a large yawn he says: "I need ya to take that caprice down and look in
> there for anything you can find. Let me see whatever it is when and _if_ you
> find it."
Stifling a small yawn himself, Georg watches the two well-built people
approvingly.
> >Mickey
Clemens Schmitz
> She starts cooking some sausages; she seems a little wary of
> the grill, in case something catches fire unexpectedly, but the
> sausages are reasonable enough. "Now, was Georg going to
> treat my people then ? I have to be going fairly soon."
"Let me finish my breakfast, okay?" Georg looks as though he could not
stand the prospect of looking at Silvia's ghouls again without a decent
meal first.
> Silvia
> Lasombra
>
> [OOC: Back for now. Life's been hectic, and may continue to be
> so. Bleah.]
Georg
[OOC: Good luck...]
Clemens Schmitz
> > biological tailor-made weapons, we would probably lose."
>
> especially the Americans," Charles says quietly, "*everyone* loses."
"If someone attacks Germany with nuclear weapons, everybody is bound to
lose" Gerog says fiercely. "That's probabaly why the war took so long
already without both sides resorting to use their nuclear armaments. I
think, the Americans feared their defeat."
> > Georg Schneider
>
> Charles de Mornington-Crescent
Georg Schneider
Clemens Schmitz
> >without charging them for it, though."
>
> Daniel grins too. "Conversation's the one thing I give out on
> credit."
"But it'd be better paying back pretty damn quick, eh?"
> >Georg Schneider
>
> Daniel