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[14:37] Tumac waves [14:38] Cygnata sets mode: +oooo Allan Barbie Tumac VanderTook [14:41] o/~ The future's never coming / And the past has never / The past has never / The past has never been! o/~ [14:42] Bah. Of course the past has been. And on top of that, time flows backwards. We can SEE the past, after all. [14:42] :) [14:42] Listen to Dan ogelburg [14:42] +F [14:42] In the Passage [14:43] Who? [14:43] o/~ In the passage from the cradle to the grave / We are born madly dancing / Rushing headlong through the crashing of the days / We run on and on without backwards glance / We run on and on without a backwards glance! o/~ [14:44] Dan Fogelburg [14:44] he wrote Leader of the Band [14:45] He's wrong. I was born lying down. And as for looking back, he needs to get that crick in his neck fixed [14:45] And I sorta amble [14:45] UL: it's metaphorical :P [14:46] so is UL [14:46] Tumac runs [14:46] *snrk* [14:46] Tumac: Quite right :) [14:47] Not my fault someone with a screwed up life gets their metaphors wrong [14:50] All the world is a Superball, and the bouncer forgot his Prozak [14:50] oh? [14:50] AllaN; Of course. Have you never followd the bouncing ball? :) [14:51] what bouncing ball? O:) [14:51] VanderTook sets mode: +nt-misl [14:51] VanderTook changes topic to "o/~ Don't Fear The Reaper o/~ The Reaper wants to be like Mike." [14:51] Tumac watches the bll bounce over Allan's head... [14:52] UL... [14:52] it did more the bounce :) sailed over and hit the neighbor's cat is more like it [14:52] Heh :) [14:52] don't go changing the GM's topic ;) [14:53] Sens again [14:53] Cygnata changes topic to "o/~ Don't Fear The Reaper o/~" [14:53] hmm... am I lagged? [14:53] VanderTook sets mode: +nt-misl [14:53] VanderTook changes topic to "o/~ Don't Fear The Reaper o/~ The Reaper is not a crook!" [14:53] :) [14:53] Allan watchs two people play topic-o-war [14:53] ... [14:54] You don't play with Will's topics, please don't play with mine [14:54] Cygnata changes topic to "o/~ Don't Fear The Reaper o/~" [14:54] VanderTook sets mode: +nt-misl [14:54] VanderTook changes topic to "o/~ Don't Fear The Reaper o/~ Got Reaper?" [14:54] >:) [14:55] do it again, and only the GM will have ops tonight [14:55] cease and desist [14:55] Actually, I do play with Will's [14:55] :) [14:56] ok... Van: how long do you think it'll take to pick up Ars? [14:56] I'll let everyone finish up their business in town or whatever until you get back and KJ arrives [14:56] 10 minutes there, 10 back, another 5 to log back on [14:57] leave you computer on while you're gone? [14:58] the game will start at 3:30, no matter what [14:58] slow typing? [14:58] Roit [14:58] Why? [14:58] why not? [14:58] Allan stays out of this one [14:58] Because I pay for utilities? [14:59] so it doesn't take so long to login? [14:59] *shrug* [14:59] just a suggestion [15:01] Gonna head out in 15, anyway [15:02] 'k [15:02] Cygnata waits, then... [15:02] Tumac twiddles his thumbs... [15:03] Allan stands on his tail [15:03] Cygnata kinda wishes that the WW2 game hadn't died [15:03] btw...when can we expect some xp? [15:03] NEVER! HAHAHAHA! WE ALL STUCK AT L1 FOREVER! [15:04] :) [15:04] Allan shrugs [15:04] Cygnata still needs to figure out how to assign XP.. [15:04] UL: want to help me with that after the game? [15:04] Cyg: XP tables in the main book [15:04] look in the main book [15:04] jinx [15:04] I'll pull up the logs I have... [15:04] hehe [15:04] still... I've never done this before [15:05] Cyg: It's just like tallying an inventory sheet [15:05] s'okay...time you learned :) [15:05] oh [15:05] Player1 did actions X, Y, and Z. Recieves xxxXP [15:07] BBL folx [15:07] ltr [15:07] VanderTook [pirch@dyn71.nas7.vegas.viawest.net] has left #rifts () [15:23] Who want's to stomp the hobbit in absentia? [15:23] and he's not getting ops this time :P [15:23] You are now known as Cassandra [15:24] hee [15:24] ops? what ops? [15:30] alright... everyone ready, or do y'all want to wait another half hour? [15:31] *shrug* [15:31] Barbie is now known as Virunga [15:31] well, i have to work in 8.5 hours, i would like to start [15:32] 'k [15:32] alright... last week, we left off with all of you still in town [15:33] it's still early morning, and snowing [15:33] Again. [15:34] heh [15:34] last i remember we went sleeping [15:34] Tumac had bought some silver ammo for his pistola and was pondering a set of snowshoes [15:34] The weaponshop is open for business again [15:34] Allan remembers the morning part [15:34] Anyone outside hears a *SNAP* [15:35] ---------------- Game Start --------------------- [15:35] Allan goes in search of a bath/shower to clean the stink and gunk out of his fur [15:36] Tumac steps out of the doorway to see what made the noise [15:36] Cassandra changes topic to "o/~ Don't Fear The Reaper o/~" [15:36] Virunga wakes up, scanning the room [15:37] next. [15:38] Tum: you notice that Angie has just snapped her tether [15:38] and is looking for breakfast [15:39] Angie's the dino ;) [15:39] who's riding a dino?! [15:39] here comes UL... I'm trying to come up with something to keep y'all occupied ;) [15:39] Chris [15:39] Ostrosaurus [15:39] as in, a carnovore [15:40] Virunga starts to dress and getting her stuff packed together again. [15:40] Allan gets cleaned up and goes back out to inspect Took's modifications [15:40] which is Chris?...and Ostro's good eatin' too [15:40] I think Chris prefer that his "pet" be left alive [15:40] one of the humans with you [15:41] who the hell is Chris?....never heard of 'im... [15:41] Ars's char... I'm NPCing him [15:41] he's been OOCly away since game 2 [15:42] go after that dino before she finds the horses ;) [15:42] -s [15:43] Tumac slaps Angie in the side of the head with the flat of his shortsword, "Find breakfast somewhere's else, Beast." [15:43] Virunga checks my gear, then heading down to get some food. [15:43] Tum: Angie attempts to chomp down on your sword [15:44] Allan looks around town to see what else is there, after making sure his fur is dry [15:44] then she'll lose teeth...Indestructible, never dulls [15:44] Vir: you're in a tavern [15:44] not the Inn... this one's right in town [15:44] ((Cass, i know)) [15:44] sorry [15:45] ooc: Allan has his newer suit of armor on, btw [15:45] Angie growls at you. [15:45] UpLink [pirch@dyn131.nas8.vegas.viawest.net] has joined #rifts [15:45] re [15:45] hi [15:45] one sec... ars unplugged the mouse [15:45] Virunga gets soem food and sits down in a dark corner, eating and waiting. [15:45] UpLink is now known as VanderTook [15:46] there we go [15:46] Tumac snatches the blade out of Angie's reach and wags his finger at the beast..."Come on. We'll find you a nice deer or something out in the woods." [15:46] Cassandra swats ars away from the kb [15:47] KJ's going to be another half hour... after Angie's tied up again, I'll start with the real game [15:48] Tum: Angie starts following you, growling slightly. [15:48] Chris wakes up, and senses what is going on. .oO(Angie! Behave!) [15:50] Cass wanders around, getting her stuff together, muttering under her breath about being left weaponless with a bunch of dirty, weirdo d-bees. [15:50] Tumac coaxes Angie back to the hitching post and resecures her harness..."I'll go find you something, girl." *pat on the neck, carefully* "STAY." [15:51] Angie tries to snap ata you again, and is stopped short by the harness. [15:51] Virunga sits in the inn, waiting. [15:51] -a [15:51] Tumac oocly remembers Cass buying a pistol and silver ammo [15:51] Tum: that's about all she's got, though [15:51] Allan oocly thought we'd already done this last time [15:51] the energy pistol's drained [15:51] anyway... [15:52] Tumac tries to remember what Correna did with her deceased equine... [15:52] or was that another horse? [15:52] All of you hear another commotion down the street. The sound of pounding hooves approaches. They don't sound heavy enough to belong to a horse, though [15:52] Tum: she originally had 2 [15:52] she's now down to 1 [15:53] Tumac turns to look... [15:53] Virunga puts my trusty rigle together, calmly [15:53] ((rigle=rifle)) [15:54] In a large spray of snow, you see two almost yearling fawns running for their lives, followed closely by their mother. [15:54] Allan twitchs at the potential food/road kill [15:54] Tumac wonders what's spooked the deer... [15:54] VanderTook looks up from where he's cleaning his shotgun to see this [15:54] readies his rifle [15:56] Allan unslings his rune axe and meets up with the others, for the safety in numbers thing [15:56] "This ain't right." *starts slapping the shotgun back together and loads up [15:56] Virunga goes to the door, pooking my head out, my NG-17 in my hands. [15:57] ((err ng-p7)) [15:58] Within moments, the cause of their fright becomes evident. Two now very familiar wolves, with two more in tow, are chasing the deer. They circle the deer in the middle of the street, and before you can react, slaughter the mother. The fawns's deaths quickly follow, as they are disembolwed with one blow each. The lead wolf (who once had a spike in his brain) stops for the barest second, rips off the head of one of the fawns, and tosses it at all of you. It hits Vander dead in the face, then [15:58] falls to the ground. The wolves run off, howling with what you swear is laughter. They leave a *VERY* clear trail behind. [15:59] Allan grabs the head and throws it back at them [16:00] Allan: they're already out of range [16:00] They slip into an alley, still leaving a clar trail [16:00] clear, even [16:00] Tumac curses in Atlantean and quickly races after, weapons at the ready [16:00] VanderTook swears loudly and heads for the Hog [16:00] Cass: its the spite that counts [16:00] Allan makes for his hovercycle with haste [16:00] VanderTook guns the Hog's engine and speeds off in the direction the wolves went [16:01] like throwing the brick at the gangsta-mobile *after* they've left... [16:01] Allan gives pursuit [16:01] The Reverand quickly recovers, and follows the others [16:01] Virunga wonders whats going on and steps outside. [16:01] Cassandra curses loudly, and rushes to the bodies of the deer. [16:02] Tumac activates his Heart In Chains tattoo as he runs (300 MDC Force Field) after the vermin [16:02] "Those BASTARDS!" [16:02] Katalina and Correna rush over to Cass [16:03] VanderTook radioes to anyone who's listening "These farking rug wannabes look like they're tryin' ta lead us someplace. Have the farking torches lit and the deisel fuel ready when we find 'em!" [16:03] Under the body of the doe, they find a vibroblade, the blade snapped off at the hilt [16:03] Tumac lets the rifle hang from its sling as he draws his .45 loaded with fresh magazine of silver ammo folowing the trail at a slower pace now, wary of traps [16:04] VanderTook trundles into the alley, shotgun at the ready [16:05] "Look to your flanks, boys...this is too easy of a trail to follow." [16:05] On the handle is the deeply engraved pegusus in full flight. It is obvious the the blade was used to kill the mother, as the slit in her throat is too clean for it to have been done with the vamp's teeth. Cassandra blinks. "This... this is mine! Those bloody vampires used my blade to murder an innocent animal!" [16:05] Allan checks his stakes and and e-clip charges [16:05] Tum: The trail changes from clear footprints to drops of blood [16:06] But the trail is still quite discrenable. [16:06] "No farking kiddin'! Y'think maybe this was just their way of invitin' us to tea? OF COURSE IT'S A TRAP!" [16:06] It leads to the east, and north [16:07] Tumac relays this information back to the others...ad continues following the trail, keeping watch all around, above/below/flanks [16:07] Cassandra, Katalina, and Correna take a moment to gather up the bodies and burying them off in the nearby woods under a covering of snow. Miguel helps them. [16:07] Virunga changes the rifle to the bow and follows very carefully the others, at least 200 meters behind them, carewfully scanning for dangeres. [16:07] The women then follow the rest of you [16:08] VanderTook keeps the Hog movinf forward, watching for nasties [16:08] Allan follows next to Virunga, watching with eyes ears and senses [16:08] katster is on IRC [16:09] Corr hops on her horse, and invites Cass to get on behind her. cass does so. Kat follows on foot [16:09] None of you see any dangers, but the trail remins clear [16:10] Virunga keeps following carefully [16:11] Tumac slows down a bit more and loads his his rifle's grenade launcher with a TW Storm Flare [16:11] VanderTook continues following [16:12] Allan follows [16:12] After a while, the trail leads back to a familiar place... [16:13] Ahead, you can see the cave where you found Cass. [16:13] argh... brb [16:14] Allan studies the location with interest [16:15] "Had t'be a cave out inna middla nowhere! Why can't these buggers just take over a town or someplace closer to civilization?" [16:16] "Vandy, It'd be fair to easy that way." [16:16] Tumac raises his hand, "Quiet. Ready yourselves." [16:17] back [16:17] Allan slaps his rune axe in hand, gets a better grip and gets ready to charge into battle [16:17] "That's VandER! Kneecaps aren't very replaceable, yknow." [16:18] Allan shrugs as he focuses on the cave [16:18] Cass, Cor, the Rev, Chris, and Kat finally manage to catch up with you [16:19] VanderTook slaps down his multi-optic band and switches on the IR [16:20] The cave appears to be deserted, but the trail seems to lead right to it [16:20] Arc [Zhor@1Cust149.tnt2.duluth.mn.da.uu.net] has joined #rifts [16:21] Virunga still keeps away, behind the group, a bow is a distance weapon after all :) [16:21] Tumac gathers everyone together, "Everyone take at least three stakes and a mallet, and a water pistol if we can spare them...silver ammo works well, too...aim for the heart. Rune weapons *indicates Allan* also should do the job." [16:21] Allan [Zhor@1Cust114.tnt4.duluth.mn.da.uu.net] has quit IRC (Ping timeout) [16:21] Arc is now known as Allan [16:21] *to Tumac* "Well, duh. You ain't been around much have ye?" [16:22] VanderTook heads into the cave, turning the Hog's head light on brights [16:22] Vander: you see... [16:23] Tumac follows Van, on his left flank [16:23] A large dried spot of blood, the dried writing on the wall... [16:23] ... and a small package, wrapped in cellophane [16:23] Allan checks the stash of stakes Vander gave him [16:23] VanderTook looks at the writing. [16:24] <-- pistol in left hand, glowing katana shaped blade in the right [16:24] very small... about half the size of a sodacan [16:24] Vander: were you there when they rescued Cass? [16:25] Nope [16:25] Tumac wasn't [16:25] the place smells like tobacco [16:25] Allan was with a different character [16:25] Chris see the writing. [16:25] "That's still there?" [16:25] Can I recognize the brand? :) [16:26] anyone want to do a literacy roll, or just ask Chris? [16:26] vander: lit roll [16:26] 32% Passed [16:26] literacy roll: 34% [16:26] pass [16:26] as for the tobacco odor, no [16:26] it's very unfamiliar [16:27] "That ain't no tobacco i use." [16:27] Allan glances at the writing; what language is it in? [16:28] Anyway, the writing has been blurred in spots, but you can make out "Dea*h to Al* the Li*ing. The U*de*d Sha*l Rul *he Wor*d. [16:28] American, but faded [16:28] +" [16:29] VanderTook rolls his eyes. "Thbbt! That'll be th'day." *Unloads a round into the writing to blast it off the wall [16:29] Virunga keeps covering the outside of the cave. [16:29] Allan heads back out of the cave and takes up a guard spot [16:29] Silver buckshot. Wide dispursal pattern [16:29] Cass walks cautiously in. "Where are we?" [16:29] Tumac scans the cave for exits other than the one we came in... [16:29] roll to strike? [16:30] it's rather dark [16:30] Tum: none [16:30] he [16:30] ack [16:30] he's using IR and other electronic imagery [16:30] Cass: It's a stationary target. How do you miss something that that from barely 7 feet away. That should be Roll to Miss :) [16:30] drat ;) [16:30] roll for damage, then [16:31] Van: there's still a chance you could miss in the dark [16:31] With the Hog's headlight shining right on it? [16:31] lis.. roll for Damage [16:31] trust me on this... [16:32] 8SD [16:32] bah [16:32] lol [16:32] you blast the writing off the wall, and only a few rocks fall off with it [16:32] It's silver buckshot hitting rock. What did you expect? [16:32] something...more spectacular [16:32] a bright flash of light and all vampires to cease to exist? [16:33] Cassandra wanted to collapse the cave on your heads if that had been MDC ;) [16:33] j/k [16:34] Cass looks at the package curiously, cautiously picking it up [16:34] Allan steps back [16:34] It's covered in writing, but being illiterate, she can't read [16:34] + it [16:34] VanderTook looks over at the package. "Watta ya got thereCS?" [16:35] "I don't know..." [16:35] "Gimme a gander at that." [16:35] Van: It smells strongly of tobacco [16:35] Cass hands it to you [16:35] Allan looks at Virunga. "Bet it explodes on him." [16:35] "Phwew! Ain't no tobacco I'd wanna smoke!" [16:35] VanderTook reads the markings [16:36] "Hm?" [16:36] A slip of paper falls from it as Cass hands it to you [16:36] VanderTook bends over and grabs the paper [16:36] roll for lit for both? [16:36] Tumac examines the blood trail into the cave...deliberately put there? or actual drip pattern? Tracking roll: 23% (out of 78%: pass) [16:37] 23% and 44% Pass both [16:37] TuM: the trail ends right inside the entrance [16:37] and it looks deliberate [16:37] Vander: The note reads: "Follow us, if you dare." [16:38] The cigarettes seem to be Laramies, according to the package [16:38] Tumac curses quietly again, and steps back out of the cave, looking about the cave entrance for more clues [16:38] "Snad! That's gotta be the lamest crap anyone could write! 'Follow us if you dare!'. What is this? A bad B-movie?!" [16:38] :P [16:39] VanderTook chucks the paper over his shoulder and looks at the tobacco package. "Laramies, huh? Can't be a local brand. None of smell this foul." [16:39] +'em [16:40] "Why would they leave us a note, and a pack of cigs?" [16:40] Allan checks the back wall with blows from his axe [16:40] "Because the want us to come to them...on their turf." [16:40] +y [16:40] "How the fark should i know?! Maybe they like lungrot!" [16:40] Cassandra takes the package from Van, opns it, and takes one out, before looking for a light. [16:41] "they gotta be better than the shit the CS gives us." [16:41] VanderTook lights up his pipe while he's at it, to get the bad smell out of his nose [16:42] Cassandra inhales. "Yeah. That's a definate improvement." [16:42] Cassandra grumbles loudly about CS cigs tasting like actual shit. [16:42] Allan snorts from the stink [16:43] "Most everything in the CS does, chickie." [16:43] Tumac continues looking for additional clues outside the cave [16:43] VanderTook works the Hog back out of the cave [16:44] Allan starts checking the floor for cracks/things like that [16:45] "Not everything. My mother's cooking was good... before that damn spiky flying thing got the Burbs. The damn commander didn't even go to fight it, let alone identify it." [16:45] Cassandra curses louder. [16:45] Damocles has left IRC [16:46] Tumac takes another look just inside the cave, above the entrance... [16:46] Tum: nothing [16:46] the only things that look recent are the blood trail, the cigs, and the note [16:46] anything on/in the floor? anything happen when I beat on the walls? [16:47] Allen: Nope [16:47] "May I see the note?" [16:47] The Reverend thinks for a few minutes. "Laramies.. why does that sound familiar? I keep thinking it's a place..." [16:48] He shrugs, and helps Tum search [16:49] Tumac finds the wadded up note and sits on the cave floor, note clasped in hands... [16:49] "A Place? Only place I know of a town called Laramy. It's where the farking CS tried to con a mess o' Juicers with a promise of longer life. Turns out that Phoenix chip was just crap." [16:49] "I've heard of it. There were aliens involved there. [16:49] +" [16:49] "I remember hearing about that battle." [16:49] "Wuz there? Trent didn't mention that." [16:50] "Its not well known, but a friend of mine has *real* good sources. Very little happens that he doesn't know about usually." [16:50] "Yeah. Some idiot fired too early, causing the juicers to riot." [16:51] "Fur happens." [16:51] Virunga strolls carefully around the cave, bow ready. [16:51] "Your buddies shoulda knowed better'n t'try an' con a horde o' Juicers, chickie." [16:52] "I wasn't there." [16:52] Tumac tosses the note away in disgust... [16:52] "And that idiot got court-marshailed for it." [16:52] "Can I borrow that pack of smokes?" [16:52] Cassandra hands it to Tumac [16:53] "*mumble* "Thanks." [16:56] "Do you think they want us to go there, maybe?" [16:56] "It stands to reason, lady." [16:56] "What other leads do we really have?" [16:56] Tumac comes out of his trance a few moments later, obviously deeply pondering the meaning of his vision... [16:57] Allan looks at Tumac. "Object read?" [16:57] "First thing we do then is NOT go there! Not unless we got more than just the gear from the Southern Cross!" [16:58] "I have seen shadowy images flash in front of my mind's eye, bathed in red, A grinning wolf's head slowly materializes, gradually fading into a laughing skull. Followed by a new image... that of a scythe." [16:58] "Do we just let them keep slaughtering innocent animals and humans?" [16:58] Virunga walks up to the group, bow still in hand. [16:58] "Laramy may be our only lead at the present..." *shrug* [16:59] "Eh. You humans aren't all that much better then they are." [16:59] Tumac glares at Allan, "I'll thank you to keep a civil tongue in your head." [16:59] VanderTook gives Tumac a wierd look. "That's th' same impression I had when I touched that dagger that runaway had stuck in his neck a night back!" [17:00] Cassandra looks at both Tum and Vander warily [17:00] .oO(The weirdos have gone nuts...) [17:00] "Anything?" [17:00] VanderTook glares at Cass. "Whut?!" *goe back to doing whatever, mum,bles invectives against the CS* [17:01] Cassandra oocly CURSES [17:01] brb [17:01] Tumac drops it and strides purposefully from the cave, heading back to town... [17:01] lit a candle, and I guess the flame on the lighter was too high... [17:01] Allan glares back. "As i recall, your kind exiled Atlantis, started war after war and spawned any number of horrors." [17:01] gotta throw out a cup... stryofoam sure does burn quick [17:02] "What is with Atlantis?" [17:02] Allan snaps his jaw shut and flately refuses to answer anything else until later [17:03] Tumac stops and confronts Allan, "If you wish to pursue this line of invective, by all means step outside and receive a sound thrashing. I will not tolerate intolerance. Is that clear?" [17:03] VanderTook guffaws at Tumac's double standard :) [17:03] *snicker* [17:03] *chortle* [17:04] "Intolerance? If i were intolerant, you would already be dead, like the countless other races you exterminate." [17:04] "I would like to hear what you have to say about Atlantis also." [17:04] .. and man, does it *stink* [17:04] lol [17:04] the strofoam, i mean [17:04] keep going ;) [17:04] +y [17:04] "It's a farkin' island out in th' 'Lantic. Spuggies own th' whole farkin' place. Who cares?" [17:04] ooc: aye [17:05] +l [17:05] "Who tell you that we don't care?" [17:05] Allan shrugs at Vander's comment, and ignores Tumac [17:06] "I don't care if you care. I don't care, so shut up about it already." [17:06] USE that low MA :) [17:06] lol [17:06] ((what low MA?)) [17:07] <-- MA: 7 [17:07] Cassandra watches the weirdos argue, finishes her cig, and suddenly starts coughing [17:07] "I don't think so, i'm interested in this topic." [17:08] Allan looks at Cassandra. "See. Another human invention causes trouble." [17:08] Cassandra continues coughing. It sounds like she's going to cough up a lung [17:08] Literally [17:08] and having been in that position before, I can tell you it *HURTS* [17:09] "Oi, Al. We Hobbits happened to invent a few things of our own. You gonna go verbally deficatin' on everyone, better include us too. Ain't polite t'leave out folks 'cause we're short!" [17:09] Cass coughs for a few moments loger, quickly going blue around thee lips, before collapsing into the snow [17:09] "Let us cease this bickering and get back to town." [17:10] Allan rolls his eyes then frowns. "What the hell is a hobbit?" [17:10] Virunga points to Cass, "I don't think that is normal." [17:10] "Smartest thing y'said all day, Tumie. And someone get the CS chick a napkin. Sounds like she's heavin' up a lung." [17:10] Cass isn't moving, and isn't making a sound [17:11] Tumac drops to his knees beside Cass: checks vitals (Paramedic: 45% pass) [17:11] Heart's still beating, but she's not breathing [17:11] Tumac slaps an IRMSS on her chest... [17:11] a what? [17:12] *to Al* "Me. I'm a Hobbit. What? Ya took one look at me and thought 'midget'? Farkin' bloody ignorant furry..." *swears a bit* [17:12] look it up in the main book [17:12] nanite medical kit [17:12] "Vander. I'm 8 feet tall. *Everyone* is a midget when they stand next to me, cept Katalina" [17:13] page? [17:13] Cassandra looks... [17:13] Cass: Under the miscellaneous equipment [17:13] 246 [17:13] It's also included in the Juicer description [17:13] or there abouts depending on what version you have [17:14] Internal Robot Medical Surgeon System [17:14] no internal injuries [17:14] lungs? [17:14] but you think they're something obstructing her airway [17:14] Allan senses magic/psionics [17:14] Allan: a miniscule trace of magic is coming from the cig stub, but it's quickly fading [17:15] Tumac clears Cass's airway : (Paramedic: 56% pass) [17:15] Rev_Burke [KillJoy@vsat-148-75-196-194.ssa7.mcl.starband.net] has joined #rifts [17:15] "I'm picking up on magic in cig stub." [17:15] Tum: something small and round pops out. It also registers as being slightly magical [17:15] Ey. Apologies for the lateness... but it couldn't really be helped. [17:15] 'sokay [17:16] Cassandra sets mode: +oo Allan Rev_Burke [17:16] "And that little round thing." [17:17] Tumac scuffs it away for further examination later....and checks Cass's breathing again (Para: 13% pass) [17:18] Tum: she coughs, and begins breathing again, but very shallowly [17:19] She slowly regains conciousness... "What... what happened?" [17:19] then, in the next breath, "Too much stress lately... I need a cig" [17:19] "You got magicked by a cig." [17:20] "Perhaps you should quit...", Tumac smiles with relief. [17:20] "That's impossible." [17:20] Tumac points to the butt and the obstructin gobject now lying on the cave floor [17:21] "That thing's too big to fit in a cigarette." [17:21] "I'd have noticed it." [17:21] "P.F.M." [17:21] Allan rolls his eyes. "Was there some part of magic you *didn't* understand?" [17:21] wha...? [17:22] "Right." [17:22] Tumac adds, realizing Cass prolly doesn't understand the euphemism, "Pure Farking Magic" [17:22] You can tell she doesn't believe you. [17:23] "Reverend, what do you think? Should we go to this Laramy?" [17:24] VanderTook smirks at Tumac's euphemism [17:25] VanderTook refills his pipe and lights up again [17:25] Cass picks up the round object, turning it around. It's a tiny skull, with an even tinier scythe etched into the back [17:25] Erf. Hrm. That's a good question. I don't know what I think yet. =/ [17:25] Tumac oocly waits while the Parson's player gets updated with events thus far [17:25] already did [17:26] Allan watchs Cassandra [17:26] "Look at this." [17:27] "I... think that might be a fair idea." [17:28] "I think we should dispose of these before someone else becomes a victim." [17:29] "Roit! Then I'm gonna want something heavier than me gun and a few stakes. I'll meet ye back at the Southern. Wanna make a coupla calls." [17:29] VanderTook motors on back to the Inn [17:29] Allan walks back to town to collect his hovercycle [17:29] Van: it's busy this time of day (Noon) [17:29] Tumac begins the trek back to town to pick up his 'bike... [17:30] Cass follows Tumac and Allan [17:30] VanderTook parks the Hog and makes his calls, then has lunch [17:30] Allan makes a beeline for the town at top running speed [17:32] Tumac ensures any remaining gear at the tavern is divided between his and Allan's hoverbikes for transport back to the Inn [17:32] You arrive back at town without incident., and all head back to the Inn [17:32] *nod* sound good [17:32] +s [17:32] by the time those of you who headed back to town reach the Inn, it's about late afternoon [17:32] not quite early evening [17:33] the going is much easier, thanks to the fact that the snow seems to have stopped for now, and harded to the point where you can very carefully walk on top of it [17:33] also, someone's been nice enough to dig out a partial trail to the Inn [17:33] Allan orders dinner upon arrival at the Inn, after properly parking the cycle [17:34] *KJ yawns. Erf. I'm sorry... I'm beat and zoning. Please excuse my not saying much and suchlike. =P [17:34] Tumac secures his bike in front of the inn, ready for a rapid departure, and enters the inn. [17:35] ((/me needs to go to bed, have to go to worky in 6 hours)) [17:36] night, Vir [17:36] I'll NPC you [17:36] ((k)) [17:36] 'sokay, kj [17:36] g'night Barb [17:36] ((nighters peeps)) [17:36] night, Barb [17:36] g'night [17:36] Virunga [barbie@213.178.77.30] has quit IRC (Quit: Client Exiting) [17:36] Later Barb [17:36] Tumac approaches the Parson, "Reverend, can you come up with some Holy Water for us to use in this quest?" [17:37] . o O (Ah hell. Erm...) [17:38] Rev_Burke thinks for a moment... [17:38] Allan mutters..."How is he s'pposed to put holes in the water?" *grins* [17:39] "That would be... a mite troublesome. It's a private matter that I would prefer to not go into in any depth... but suffice to say that I can not." [17:39] VanderTook goes through the supplies at the Inn, turns up 20 TW Rain Burst flares and one TW watergun [17:39] "Fark. Ain't no way this'll be near enough." [17:39] "Ehn. Better'n nouthin', tho." [17:40] "The Flares will come in handy." [17:41] Tumac frowns, "I understand, Reverend." ..and drops the subject. [17:41] "Yah. Now if we only had one o' them BIG vehicle mount water cannons..." [17:41] . o O (*whew* Thank god he dropped that.) [17:42] Tumac ponders the whereabouts of his father's old friend, Tilgar Ironfist... [17:42] *to Vander* "I could talk to some friends..." [17:43] the flares will work nicely, provides we can trap them in their area of effect... 2d6x10 direct to hit points per 1/2 melee! [17:45] at least on *normal* vampires *smirk* [17:45] Tumac orders a large meal...one never knows when one will get the chance again [17:46] *to Al* "That'd help." [17:46] Allan nods at Vander and goes to place his 'call' privately [17:47] can we call it a night? pick it up here next time? [17:48] sure... [17:48] cool [17:48] VanderTook is now known as UpLink [17:48] 3pm's too late, noon's too early... [17:48] Allan is now known as Zhor [17:48] Tumac is now known as Praxxus [17:48] Call it about 2 PM PST next time? [17:48] Cassandra isn't sure what to do about the scheduale [17:49] alright [17:49] sounds good [17:49] KJ? [17:49] Mrph? [17:49] *snore* [17:49] Zhor thinks 2PM PST/4CST is fine [17:49] When's the next game? [17:49] two weeks? [17:49] next week is NSC's postponed again, in two weeks if not [17:49] Ah. [17:49] s/is/if [17:50] Ars experiencing GMs block? ;) [17:50] he doesn't want to actually sit down and sceduale it [17:50] he keeps saying he's waiting for everyone else to give him a good time [17:51] Cass: 'Schedule' :) [17:51] You are now known as Cygnata [17:51] NickServ: This nickname is registered and protected. 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