From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Jul 1 13:39:54 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Chaos at the Motel In-Reply-To: <1088518629.7709.34.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040701123954.65277.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: >>Jethro nodded. "We have at least one case here that needs urgent first-aid before we can move him. If she's in one piece, we can help her when we get back, there was some kind of psychic attack in here, I think it affected her - that is not good, but it can be addressed later. But we had a lot of shots fired here tonight, the NYPD is bound to be on their way. Make a call to our contact at the nearest precinct please, he needs to buy us some time at least to get the place cleaned up and get out of here. " As he spoke Jethro had walked over to Morganis and Marie.<< "Way ahead of you. I made that call right after I called HQ. Gypsy Rose is on it. She and her partner are going to handle this one." Bill grinned. Gypsy Rose was his sister, and a better woman at covering up indiscretions had never been born. >>"Marie, you need to let go off him so we can try to get the wounds sufficiently dressed to move him at least. Once we get him on a drip he'll live, but first we need him in a state where we can move him without him bleeding the whole way - that's certain death for a vampire."<< tag ? From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Jul 1 14:44:14 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: [GOTC] delays and more delays Message-ID: <20040701134414.70496.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> Hi, gang! Slightly bad news, and more bad news... First, I have to have some minor surgery done on my finger today. Nothing major, but it'll put me behind a bit. I'll try to catch up on posting before I have to leave for the surgery, but I won't pormise anything. I should be able to post tomorrow, but I'm going to be very slow for a week or so. Also, AJ's having some real-life stuff going on that's giving him some problems right now. He's not going to post today, but he should be back with us soon. Just give him a big cyberhug. I'll keep threads going as best I can. Anyone else can chip in as they see fit... :) Kat From zeldasdawnawakening at hotmail.com Thu Jul 1 15:34:56 2004 From: zeldasdawnawakening at hotmail.com (Darian Noblesse) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: [GOTC] delays and more delays Message-ID: Hope your surgery goes well.:) And that everything works out okay for AJ. I will think good thoughts for the both of you! Zee >From: Kathy Perkins >Reply-To: gotc@lists.herald.co.uk >To: gotc@lists.herald.co.uk >Subject: [GOTC] delays and more delays >Date: Thu, 1 Jul 2004 06:44:14 -0700 (PDT) > >Hi, gang! > >Slightly bad news, and more bad news... > >First, I have to have some minor surgery done on my finger today. Nothing major, but it'll put me behind a bit. I'll try to catch up on posting before I have to leave for the surgery, but I won't pormise anything. I should be able to post tomorrow, but I'm going to be very slow for a week or so. > >Also, AJ's having some real-life stuff going on that's giving him some problems right now. He's not going to post today, but he should be back with us soon. Just give him a big cyberhug. I'll keep threads going as best I can. Anyone else can chip in as they see fit... :) > >Kat >_______________________________________________ >GOTC mailing list >GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk >http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Make the most of your family vacation with tips from the MSN Family Travel Guide! From jenarey at comcast.net Fri Jul 2 01:25:30 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Slow Departure (Follows Fast Response) [Tag Damien, Sam, Grey Wolf , Natalia] In-Reply-To: <20040630120200.74793.qmail@web53104.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040630112045.62366.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> <20040630120200.74793.qmail@web53104.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040701182346.02413f70@mail.comcast.net> >Seeing Reilly with Gabe, Evan started up the van, a billow of grey smoke >puffing out the exhaust as the engine caught. "All aboard the 'kin >skylark." Shifting in to gear he selected first and slid the back of the >van around the lawn before bumping back down the kerb >on to the street. Natalia peered over at Evan as they thumped down off of the curb. She'd claimed the front seat in Reilly's absence, not wishing to freak out the childn in the back any more than necessary. Her torn clothing and bloody appearance couldn't be called comforting. As some part of the mechanical beast protested the bouncing landing she began to silently pray, and reiterate her firm belief that cars were evil. From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Jul 2 02:11:21 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Slow Departure (Follows Fast Response) [Tag Damien, Sam, Grey Wolf , Natalia] In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040701182346.02413f70@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <20040702011121.24072.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> Jena wrote: >Seeing Reilly with Gabe, Evan started up the van, a billow of grey smoke >puffing out the exhaust as the engine caught. "All aboard the 'kin >skylark." Shifting in to gear he selected first and slid the back of the >van around the lawn before bumping back down the kerb >on to the street. >Natalia peered over at Evan as they thumped down off of the curb. She'd claimed the front seat in Reilly's absence, not wishing to freak out the childn in the back any more than necessary. Her torn clothing and bloody appearance couldn't be called comforting. As some part of the mechanical beast protested the bouncing landing she began to silently pray, and reiterate her firm belief that cars were evil. < OOC: Where's Sam sitting? Can you describe the van, please, Mik? From jenarey at comcast.net Fri Jul 2 06:12:47 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Things to do In-Reply-To: <20040630113520.41176.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> References: <6.1.0.6.0.20040629074833.0246bc50@mail.comcast.net> <20040630113520.41176.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040701225223.0243b2c8@mail.comcast.net> >~I'll deliver da message.~ Blackie turned to leave. ~Oh, Ratso? Ya tink >maybe ya could throw an extra matzoh ball into da next delivery? Da >missus loves dose.~ > >~I'll see what I can do.~ > >He waited until Blackie was gone, then breathed deeply. ~You ok, >Muse? Sorry about dat.~ Muse tilted her head, confused by what had just transpired. She hadn't even really been aware of other critters in the walls, much less so close to her kitchen. ~I'm...fine...~ She shook her head, peering at Ratso. ~What...what was all of that about?~ She kept the question quiet, not wanting to cause any other problems if she could avoid it. From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Fri Jul 2 10:22:52 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: [GOTC] [OOC] The van of Evan [OOC] In-Reply-To: <20040702011121.24072.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040702092252.10438.qmail@web53106.mail.yahoo.com> > OOC: Where's Sam sitting? Can you describe the > van, please, Mik? There is a picture of it in the piccies section. It is _now_ a panel van with a mattress and assorted other soft but not secured things in the back. The front is a double passenger seat that fits Sam and Natalia a gap you could squeeze through in to the back (well, it would be a squeeze for Evan anyway) and then a single drivers seat. The front three seats are the only ones with belts. The van has seen a hard life as a utility vehicle and has a lot of what a car enthusiast would term 'character' (as in, I think you're bike just leaked 'character' all over my driveway.) If you have seen 'School of Rock' (or possibly even just the trailers for it) the van Jack Black's character drives is a very good example. Fortunately for my artistic integrity I saw the film after I'd 'found' the van. It is mechanically sound and unlikely to break down although a mechanic could happily find a hundred things that needed 'a bit of tweaking' on it. I has a lived in feel, unfortunately complimented by a lived in odour, Evan has travelled across the country in it, using it to sleep in most nights en route (every once in a blue moon he'd get a cheap motel room so he could have a shower, do a minimal bit of laundry). You probably don't want to spend too much time inspecting nooks and crannies as there could be anything from lost socks or mislaid food to wildlife hiding in there. Evan seems to pay about as much attention to the state of the van as he does the state of his driving which is 'creative' he obeys most of the rules of the road although not nessecarily at the right times. Fortunately the state of the outside of the van tends to create an exclusion zone around it. It does have the odd dent in it though. Anyone examining the back bumper would work out that he often parks by braille (although isn't that obligatory in NYC anyway?) Mik. (oh, the subject header stems from my fear of mis-apostrophising...) ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Fri Jul 2 11:53:05 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Slow Departure (Follows Fast Response) [Tag Damien, Sam, Grey Wolf , Natalia] In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040701182346.02413f70@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <20040702105305.1811.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com> > As some part of the mechanical beast protested the > bouncing landing she began to silently pray, and > reiterate her firm belief that cars were evil. Evan drove off up the middle of the road, backing off slightly for the corner, the exhaust popping away happily to itself. Oblivious to his passengers Evans concentration focussed on the side roads, working out how to get back on to the Interstate. [tags] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Fri Jul 2 11:55:20 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Bikers Message-ID: <20040702105520.81370.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> As the van bounced on to the street Gabe gave Reilly a sidelong glance, "was the journey here like that?" By the time they had reached the bikes he had called through to HQ for clean-up, it sounded like things were already stretched tonight. [tags] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at gmail.com Sun Jul 4 09:49:18 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: [GOTC] 1GB of archives should do it right ? Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04070401492463d739@mail.gmail.com> w00t From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk Sun Jul 4 09:58:14 2004 From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: [GOTC] 1GB of archives should do it right ? In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04070401492463d739@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20040704085814.6387.qmail@web25206.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> How much have we used so far? ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at gmail.com Sun Jul 4 10:15:31 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: [GOTC] 1GB of archives should do it right ? In-Reply-To: <20040704085814.6387.qmail@web25206.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20040704085814.6387.qmail@web25206.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04070402157ff81f8a@mail.gmail.com> I don't actually know. I was just gloating about my gmail invite :) On Sun, 4 Jul 2004 09:58:14 +0100 (BST), Queen or tart wrote: > How much have we used so far? > > ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc > From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk Sun Jul 4 10:28:05 2004 From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: [GOTC] 1GB of archives should do it right ? In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04070402157ff81f8a@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20040704092805.41915.qmail@web25209.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> --- "A.J. Venter" wrote: > I don't actually know. > > I was just gloating about my gmail invite :) There you see - a whole frisbee moment for me. ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at gmail.com Sun Jul 4 10:33:09 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: [GOTC] 1GB of archives should do it right ? In-Reply-To: <20040704092805.41915.qmail@web25209.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20040704092805.41915.qmail@web25209.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04070402334e6e722a@mail.gmail.com> Heh, Gmail is a new webmail service created by google, it's a completely different concept to other mail systems, 1GB of archiving, google-strength searching, easy access to messages whenever they were sent, basically it's really cool. Thing is it's not finished, and it's not available yet, except to those elite few who get invited to be beta testers. It's really great to be on that list because it means I dont' have to be ajventer2004zaotherbullshit@gmail.com, Ciao A.J. On Sun, 4 Jul 2004 10:28:05 +0100 (BST), Queen or tart wrote: > --- "A.J. Venter" wrote: > I > don't actually know. > > > > I was just gloating about my gmail invite :) > > There you see - a whole frisbee moment for me. > > > > > ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc > From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Jul 4 10:49:03 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: [GOTC] 1GB of archives should do it right ? In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04070402157ff81f8a@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20040704094903.84678.qmail@web53106.mail.yahoo.com> > I don't actually know. > I was just gloating about my gmail invite :) Git :-) I think they're just doing it Alphabetically, starting with America and finishing with United Kingdom! Let me know how it is while I sit twiddling my thumbs for the call up. :-) Mik. ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at gmail.com Sun Jul 4 10:53:04 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: [GOTC] 1GB of archives should do it right ? In-Reply-To: <20040704094903.84678.qmail@web53106.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040704094903.84678.qmail@web53106.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0407040253f61ac0@mail.gmail.com> Actually no, there is an invite system, you need to know someone who can give you permission to create an account right now. Otherwize ZA would be way at the end :) Ciao A.J. On Sun, 4 Jul 2004 10:49:03 +0100 (BST), Mik Reed wrote: > > I don't actually know. > > I was just gloating about my gmail invite :) > > Git :-) > > I think they're just doing it Alphabetically, starting > with America and finishing with United Kingdom! > > Let me know how it is while I sit twiddling my thumbs > for the call up. :-) > > Mik. > > > > > ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc > From zeldasdawnawakening at hotmail.com Sun Jul 4 13:21:07 2004 From: zeldasdawnawakening at hotmail.com (Darian Noblesse) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: [GOTC] 1GB of archives should do it right ? Message-ID: Major Congrats on your invite! Zee >From: "A.J. Venter" >Reply-To: gotc@lists.herald.co.uk >To: gotc@lists.herald.co.uk >Subject: Re: [GOTC] 1GB of archives should do it right ? >Date: Sun, 4 Jul 2004 11:33:09 +0200 > >Heh, >Gmail is a new webmail service created by google, it's a completely >different concept to other mail systems, 1GB of archiving, >google-strength searching, easy access to messages whenever they were >sent, basically it's really cool. >Thing is it's not finished, and it's not available yet, except to >those elite few who get invited to be beta testers. > >It's really great to be on that list because it means I dont' have to >be ajventer2004zaotherbullshit@gmail.com, > >Ciao >A.J. >On Sun, 4 Jul 2004 10:28:05 +0100 (BST), Queen or tart > wrote: > > --- "A.J. Venter" wrote: > I > > don't actually know. > > > > > > I was just gloating about my gmail invite :) > > > > There you see - a whole frisbee moment for me. > > > > > > > > > > ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com > > _______________________________________________ > > GOTC mailing list > > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > > http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc > > >_______________________________________________ >GOTC mailing list >GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk >http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc ------------------------------------------------------------------------ MSN Life Events gives you the tips and tools to handle the turning points in your life. From zeldasdawnawakening at hotmail.com Sun Jul 4 16:46:58 2004 From: zeldasdawnawakening at hotmail.com (Darian Noblesse) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Bikers ~ Tags: Gabe Message-ID: **Ah," Gabe replied, realising he'd been misunderstood, "it is still the motorbike, but if you have driven shift you should be fine with the clutch and gears." He threw her the keys to the Duke, figuring life would be simpler if he didn't have to explain kick starting as well.** "No worries," she replied snagging the keys in her outstretched hand. Reilly was looking forward to driving the bike. Anything had to be safer than riding with Evan. **"I can give you a quick run down of the controls, then just follow me." Gabe indicated where the bikes had been left, "Just let me make sure everything is alright here and I will meet you over there. The keys fit the lower black one."** She nodded and wandered over to where the bike was sat. The latest methods of transportation always fascinated Reilly. They were a damn site better than the old days of horse and buggy. Plus they had a lot more kick to them. She stood looking it over when Gabe walked up. **As the van bounced on to the street Gabe gave Reilly a sidelong glance, "was the journey here like that?"** Reilly tried not to laugh. "That's tame," she said her eyes following the van out. "We clipped some guys mirror, cut people off, and drove on the side of the road - literally. I heard words and saw gestures even I didn't know." She shook her head. "He drives like he's Immortal." By the time they had reached the bikes he had called through to HQ for clean-up, it sounded like things were already stretched tonight. Tags: Gabe ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Get fast, reliable Internet access with MSN 9 Dial-up  now 2 months FREE! From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Jul 4 20:54:34 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Bikers ~ Tags: Reilly In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040704195434.68542.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> >> **As the van bounced on to the street Gabe gave >> Reilly a sidelong glance, "was the journey here >> like that?"** > Reilly tried not to laugh. "That's tame," she said > her eyes following the van out. "We clipped some > guys mirror, cut people off, and drove on the > side of the road - literally. I heard words and saw > gestures even I didn't know." She shook her > head. "He drives like he's Immortal." "Well," replied Gabe, "let us hope he remembers he has precious cargo on the return trip." Then, realising how that had come out, "that is, there are civilians in there with him." "Right, the Duke has a button start next to the throttle, here. Front brake, clutch, gears." Gabe continued giving a quick rundown of everything he thought Reilly needed, including a warning not to get too over-enthusiastic with the throttle, the Duke had plenty of power. "Alright," Gabe got on to Damien's bike, "follow me, we will use back roads until you have the hang of it. Once you have the helmet on we will be in radio contact." Gabe slide his own helmet on and prodded the kick start, revving the trail bike in to life. [tag Reilly] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Jul 5 08:45:48 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Slow Departure (Follows Fast Response) [Tag Damien, Sam, Grey Wolf , Natalia] In-Reply-To: <20040702105305.1811.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040702105305.1811.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089013548.23393.4.camel@DS9> > > Evan drove off up the middle of the road, backing off > slightly for the corner, the exhaust popping away > happily to itself. Oblivious to his passengers Evans > concentration focussed on the side roads, working out > how to get back on to the Interstate. Damien had to hang onto the seat-back to stay upright, his other hand still stroking the wolf. "Dude, coool van and all like I said, but you wanna have the shocks checked dude, or maybe like installed" -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Jul 5 08:51:55 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery (Jay/Jessie) In-Reply-To: <20040630115521.85350.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040630115521.85350.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089013915.23393.11.camel@DS9> On Wed, 2004-06-30 at 11:55, Mik Reed wrote: > --- "A.J. Venter" wrote: > > > Max keyed her walkie-talkie. "I got a situation > > here, in the morgue. I need the pathologist on > > call, and an ambulance. It's...Dr. Marcus is dead, > > and I don't know what the hell happened here." > > > > > > An answering sqawk came over the speaker. "10-4, > > Max. Don't touch anything you don't hafta." > > > > > > "No problem. Two people are alive, though. They > > got locked in somehow, and the unit was turned way > > down." She listened to the response, then replaced > > the unit on her belt. > > > She dragged the couple into the hall and waited > > for the ambulance to arrive. She wasn't exactly > > gentle, either. If these two had anything to do > > with Dr. Marcus's death, she could see to it that > > they didn't have to worry about a trial... > > > > Jay's well-honed survival instincts kicked in, his > > body had almost shut > > down to conserve energy in the blistering cold, that > > much was a fairly > > standard response of the human body when > > encountering frostbite, but now > > as they were almost roughly manhandled out of the > > freezer a part of him > > woke up. > > > > He didn't become fully conscious, but he let out a > > groan as he became > > aware of severe pain, of the cold subsiding > > somewhat. > > > > For a moment his vision was filled with the burning > > images of arteries > > which under the pressure had given up and then his > > eyes flashed open. > > > > Fully conscious the pain from his collection of > > wounds became a very > > severe reality, and he groaned again. > > He didn't move much yet, but he turned his head this > > way and that until > > he found Jessie next to him. She was breathing. She > > was alive. > > > > That much at least was a relief, they were alive, > > and whatever had been > > trying to kill them had, for the moment at least, > > given up. > > > > He became aware of a scuffling of feet, of a voice > > talking, and the > > familiar sound of a walkie-talkie responding. > > "Who's there ?" he asked groaning with the effort of > > squeezing air from his tortured lungs. > > "Maxine Cabrini, security guard and a friend of Dr > Marcus, something you might want to consider before > trying anything clever," Maxine stood slightly out of > Jay's reach and made no effort to hide the .38, "the > police are on their way, you sit tight." > > >From outside the sounds of approaching sirens could be > heard. Jay just lolled his head toward her, his vision still blurry from everything. How the hell was he going to explain this one ? Best to just stick to the verifiable bits. "So were we, colleagues at any rate, we didn't kill him. The same guy who did, tried to kill us in there." He shivered visibly, best not to say anything more right now. He couldn't think straight yet. Too much pain. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Jul 5 09:11:08 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Dreams Message-ID: <1089015068.23393.16.camel@DS9> > >Drinking would up his chances... but Morganis would never ask. > >Marie nodded a bit, setting her hand on the floor and pushing up away from >him and to the side. Blood immediately surged up to fill the gap and she >frowned, quickly ripping back the shredded remains of Morgan's shirt and >working them into bandages. She left her coat where it was, wrapping the >make shift bandages around the fabric to provide some kind of hold against >the blood. "Morgan...talk to me." Morganis felt his consciousness slipping, and battled hard for it, he could not fall in again. He sort of won, he didn't slink away, but his vision spun and he went dizzy. He was in a lot of pain and he was still losing blood, although she had slowed it down a lot. He knew she was there, but he could not reach for her. "Thirsty." he half spoke half croaked, "so thirsty." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Jul 5 07:34:59 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Dreams In-Reply-To: <1089015068.23393.16.camel@DS9> References: <1089015068.23393.16.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705002355.02460730@mail.comcast.net> >Morganis felt his consciousness slipping, and battled hard for it, he >could not fall in again. He sort of won, he didn't slink away, but his >vision spun and he went dizzy. He was in a lot of pain and he was still >losing blood, although she had slowed it down a lot. He knew she was >there, but he could not reach for her. "Thirsty." he half spoke half >croaked, "so thirsty." Marie looked over the room, silence being the reigning aspect. It was going to be a bit before they'd get moving, no matter how hard Sullivan was trying to get things put together. And if Morgan slipped into unconsciousness again... Marie didn't want to think about that. Getting through his demons once was enough to give her nightmares...more nightmares, as though she needed the help. She moved to kneel near him and gently lifted his head to her lap, stroking her fingertips through his hair. "Just hang on..." As she spoke she fumbled a knife free from the sheath where it hung. It was a small blade, meant for last resorts, but it was very sharp. Marie steeled herself, deciding not to think about what she was doing, thinking about it would lead to...too much thinking. She pressed the knife against the soft skin of her forearm, halfway between wrist and elbow, and jerked her arm. The knife parted skin easily and blood welled to the site. Marie ignored the pain, moving her arm to press gently against his lips. tag From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Jul 5 09:43:29 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Dreams In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705002355.02460730@mail.comcast.net> References: <1089015068.23393.16.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705002355.02460730@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <1089017009.23572.24.camel@DS9> > > Marie looked over the room, silence being the reigning aspect. It was > going to be a bit before they'd get moving, no matter how hard Sullivan was > trying to get things put together. And if Morgan slipped into > unconsciousness again... Marie didn't want to think about that. Getting > through his demons once was enough to give her nightmares...more > nightmares, as though she needed the help. She moved to kneel near him and > gently lifted his head to her lap, stroking her fingertips through his > hair. "Just hang on..." As she spoke she fumbled a knife free from the > sheath where it hung. It was a small blade, meant for last resorts, but it > was very sharp. Marie steeled herself, deciding not to think about what > she was doing, thinking about it would lead to...too much thinking. She > pressed the knife against the soft skin of her forearm, halfway between > wrist and elbow, and jerked her arm. The knife parted skin easily and > blood welled to the site. Marie ignored the pain, moving her arm to press > gently against his lips. The smell and taste of blood yanked at Morgan's vampiric instincts and his lips closed over it, taking a hard deep suckle before he really thought about it. Even as it hit his throat he could feel it's invigorating effect . He had not had fresh blood in a very long time and had almost forgotten how good it was. A part of him screamed out, he shouldn't do this. But another soothing thought came through, she had done it for him. He felt more accepted in that moment than he had in a very long time - he felt something he had not felt since he was a little boy. He felt, at home. He slowed down, taking a few more light suckles on her arm before letting go, he didn't want to take too much. His body jerked violently as his healing went into overdrive, but he put his fingers around her arm, holding the wound shut so she would not bleed anymore. When the spasm subsided he could think again, and her presence seemed to radiate around him and in him as her blood healed his wounds. He retracted his fangs, put his free hand on her cheek and looked very deeply in her eyes. He was healing much more rapidly now, but he wasn't done yet. He wished he could move though, at that moment he wanted nothing more than to kiss this wonderful woman who had just given her very lifes-blood to save him. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Jul 5 08:09:53 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Dreams In-Reply-To: <1089017009.23572.24.camel@DS9> References: <1089015068.23393.16.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705002355.02460730@mail.comcast.net> <1089017009.23572.24.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705005716.0245dc98@mail.comcast.net> >He was healing much more rapidly now, but he wasn't done yet. He wished he >could move though, at that moment he wanted nothing more than to kiss this >wonderful woman who had just given her very lifes-blood to save him. The touch of lips and fang was both thrilling and terrifying, and Marie sternly lectured herself to stay still. She could feel her heart pounding and breathed in deeply to try to keep herself calm. She'd been bled before, but that had been on Andre's command, and much more medical, the blood poured into a cup before it was presented to Andre's chosen. It'd never been like...this. For an instant her imagination toyed with what it would be like if he'd actually bit her and she was surprised to find the idea was almost...tantalizing. Marie gave her head a little shake, coming back to reality as he closed his fingers over her arm. As they locked gazes the Southern woman allowed a tired little smile. "Hopefully not too bitter for you. I'm not sure I've eaten much more than a couple of sips of coffee." She wanted to say something more, something with feeling, but the words wouldn't come. Not here...not like this... Marie's voice quieted. "Are you...is..." She gave herself another little shake. "Is that better?" From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Jul 5 08:13:31 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Slow Departure (Follows Fast Response) [Tag Damien, Sam, Grey Wolf , Natalia] In-Reply-To: <1089013548.23393.4.camel@DS9> References: <20040702105305.1811.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com> <1089013548.23393.4.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705011009.0245c998@mail.comcast.net> > > Evan drove off up the middle of the road, backing off slightly for the > corner, the exhaust popping away happily to itself. Oblivious to his > passengers Evans concentration focussed on the side roads, working out > how to get back on to the Interstate. > >Damien had to hang onto the seat-back to stay upright, his other hand >still stroking the wolf. > >"Dude, coool van and all like I said, but you wanna have the shocks >checked dude, or maybe like installed" Natalia grabbed onto the door handle, half closing her eyes. She didn't know what shocks were, but if they had anything to do with a ride that wasn't going to shatter her teeth from her head she was all for it. "I'm voting for getting back in a singular piece myself." And then finding a bit of peace and quiet and a strong drink... Natalia rather suspected she wasn't going to get either, but one couldn't blame a girl for dreaming. From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Jul 5 10:17:21 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Dreams In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705005716.0245dc98@mail.comcast.net> References: <1089015068.23393.16.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705002355.02460730@mail.comcast.net> <1089017009.23572.24.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705005716.0245dc98@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <1089019041.25729.52.camel@DS9> > The touch of lips and fang was both thrilling and terrifying, and Marie > sternly lectured herself to stay still. She could feel her heart pounding > and breathed in deeply to try to keep herself calm. She'd been bled > before, but that had been on Andre's command, and much more medical, the > blood poured into a cup before it was presented to Andre's chosen. It'd > never been like...this. For an instant her imagination toyed with what it > would be like if he'd actually bit her and she was surprised to find the > idea was almost...tantalizing. Marie gave her head a little shake, coming > back to reality as he closed his fingers over her arm. As they locked > gazes the Southern woman allowed a tired little smile. "Hopefully not too > bitter for you. I'm not sure I've eaten much more than a couple of sips of > coffee." She wanted to say something more, something with feeling, but the > words wouldn't come. Not here...not like this... Marie's voice > quieted. "Are you...is..." She gave herself another little shake. "Is > that better?" He nodded. "Better, I'll be alright in a little while - thanks to you... it wasn't bitter at all, it was... it was... " he wasn't sure how to describe. How the hell do you tell a beautiful young woman that her blood is like a drug. That you are convinced the best acid trip could not feel as good as this. That even though you know you are wounded you are unable to feel pain because it just makes you glow ? How do you tell a woman that her blood is... infatuating ? He felt ashamed about how good it had been. She had offered him so much, and what had he got to give her ? A mind where the darkness was always just below the surface, just waiting for a chance to break through his control, and a vampire body. He turned his head away, but involuntarily he was drawn back to her eyes. Eyes that shone. Al appeared behind Marie. "Now isn't this fucking romantic. I hate to break up the kodac moment here people but this aint the time." The spirit knelt next to Morgan's head, looking at Marie. "He gonna be okay you think ?" he said more sofly, a ghostly he brought his ghostly lips to Morgan's ear, "hang in there brother" he said loudly, then added very softly, so only Morgan could hear. "I know you bro, I know what you're thinking, but if you let this lady go I swear to fuck I will haunt you with dangling chains till fucking judgement day - consider this an act of friendship. She could do much worse than you, and you aint done better yet." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Jul 5 10:22:17 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Slow Departure (Follows Fast Response) [Tag Damien, Sam, Grey Wolf , Natalia] In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705011009.0245c998@mail.comcast.net> References: <20040702105305.1811.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com> <1089013548.23393.4.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705011009.0245c998@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <1089019336.25729.58.camel@DS9> > > > >Damien had to hang onto the seat-back to stay upright, his other hand > >still stroking the wolf. > > > >"Dude, coool van and all like I said, but you wanna have the shocks > >checked dude, or maybe like installed" > > Natalia grabbed onto the door handle, half closing her eyes. She didn't > know what shocks were, but if they had anything to do with a ride that > wasn't going to shatter her teeth from her head she was all for it. "I'm > voting for getting back in a singular piece myself." And then finding a > bit of peace and quiet and a strong drink... Natalia rather suspected she > wasn't going to get either, but one couldn't blame a girl for dreaming. "Singular" Damien asked with a grin. "Doesn't that mean unusual or odd ? I suspect nobody in this van has any choice about that one babes, and Evan couldn't prevent it one way or the other, what I am fucking concerned about is if we'll get back at all like this, we got mortals in here dude. Try to keep their skulls the same shape, especially the pretty ones." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Jul 5 08:42:06 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Dreams In-Reply-To: <1089019041.25729.52.camel@DS9> References: <1089015068.23393.16.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705002355.02460730@mail.comcast.net> <1089017009.23572.24.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705005716.0245dc98@mail.comcast.net> <1089019041.25729.52.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705013127.024b6bd8@mail.comcast.net> >The spirit knelt next to Morgan's head, looking at Marie. "He gonna be >okay you think ?" he said more sofly, a ghostly he brought his ghostly >lips to Morgan's ear, "hang in there brother" he said loudly, then added >very softly, so only Morgan could hear. "I know you bro, I know what >you're thinking, but if you let this lady go I swear to fuck I will haunt >you with dangling chains till fucking judgement day - consider this an act >of friendship. She could do much worse than you, and you aint done better >yet." Marie jerked as the ghost appeared. The tingle of his presence was so different from Meg's and yet the same. The cold chill that crawled up the spine whenever the dead were crossing the boarder between the spirit and the prime worlds. His commentary on romantic moments brought a blush to her cheeks and she tried to dismiss it. "Al, don't make me hurt you." In truth she was grateful that the ghost had shown up. It brought them back to the reality of the situation around them. She looked down at Morgan and squeezed his shoulder gently, responding to the part of the ghost's words that she heard. "He'd better be okay. Or I'm going to be rather angry, which would be bad for everyone involved." There was a lot for them to talk about. So much had happened in the space of so few hours. Marie felt like she'd been caught up in a whirlwind and wasn't sure where she was going to land. She wasn't sure that she cared, but hoped for now that it was a gentle landing. Or maybe it was just a beautiful dream from which she was destined to wake. A twinge of pain from her arm dismissed that thought. It was real, or at least as real as such things could be. "I suspect we're both going to need a long rest when all is said and done." From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Jul 5 08:46:34 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Slow Departure (Follows Fast Response) [Tag Damien, Sam, Grey Wolf , Natalia] In-Reply-To: <1089019336.25729.58.camel@DS9> References: <20040702105305.1811.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com> <1089013548.23393.4.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705011009.0245c998@mail.comcast.net> <1089019336.25729.58.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705014213.024b9e68@mail.comcast.net> > > Natalia grabbed onto the door handle, half closing her eyes. She > didn't know what shocks were, but if they had anything to do with a ride > that wasn't going to shatter her teeth from her head she was all for > it. "I'm voting for getting back in a singular piece myself." And then > finding a bit of peace and quiet and a strong drink... Natalia rather > suspected she wasn't going to get either, but one couldn't blame a girl > for dreaming. > >"Singular" Damien asked with a grin. "Doesn't that mean unusual or odd ? I >suspect nobody in this van has any choice about that one babes, and Evan >couldn't prevent it one way or the other, what I am fucking concerned >about is if we'll get back at all like this, we got mortals in here dude. >Try to keep their skulls the same shape, especially the pretty ones." Natalia spared a glance for the back seat and the young vampire there. "Singular also means one, or single, which is what I was going for initially." Her tone wasn't harsh, more amused and looking for any distraction to keep her from panicking as this ride progressed. Next time she was walking back. She cracked a smile at the comment that followed. "So which one is pretty? Evan or the boyo?" From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Jul 5 10:40:01 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Dreams In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705013127.024b6bd8@mail.comcast.net> References: <1089015068.23393.16.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705002355.02460730@mail.comcast.net> <1089017009.23572.24.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705005716.0245dc98@mail.comcast.net> <1089019041.25729.52.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705013127.024b6bd8@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <1089020401.23393.63.camel@DS9> > Marie jerked as the ghost appeared. The tingle of his presence was so > different from Meg's and yet the same. The cold chill that crawled up the > spine whenever the dead were crossing the boarder between the spirit and > the prime worlds. His commentary on romantic moments brought a blush to > her cheeks and she tried to dismiss it. "Al, don't make me hurt you." In > truth she was grateful that the ghost had shown up. It brought them back > to the reality of the situation around them. She looked down at Morgan and > squeezed his shoulder gently, responding to the part of the ghost's words > that she heard. "He'd better be okay. Or I'm going to be rather angry, > which would be bad for everyone involved." There was a lot for them to > talk about. So much had happened in the space of so few hours. Marie felt > like she'd been caught up in a whirlwind and wasn't sure where she was > going to land. She wasn't sure that she cared, but hoped for now that it > was a gentle landing. Or maybe it was just a beautiful dream from which > she was destined to wake. A twinge of pain from her arm dismissed that > thought. It was real, or at least as real as such things could be. "I > suspect we're both going to need a long rest when all is said and done." Morganis simply nodded. That was true enough. "I think I could hit a bed like a ton of bricks" he conceded. Al looked at them. "Yeah, you two ought to get into bed as soon as possible." he deliberately let the double meaning hang in the air. Morgan coughed as it struck. "You, erm you - nobody said... oh forget it." He lay his head back down. "How long before we can get out of here." he asked weakly. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Jul 5 10:44:15 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Chaos at the Motel In-Reply-To: <20040630165729.53658.qmail@web25209.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20040630165729.53658.qmail@web25209.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089020655.25729.67.camel@DS9> > Joy woke up, screaming. She tried to curl up into the > smallest ball that she could anticpating Isaac's > wrath. Sullivan rushed to her side, "Bill, what's the ETA on our transport, we need to get everyone out of here." he called back over his shoulder. Then he knelt down next to Joy. "It's okay, I'm here. You're friend is okay, and the bad guys are out for the count. You did very, very good Joy." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Jul 5 09:02:51 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Dreams In-Reply-To: <1089020401.23393.63.camel@DS9> References: <1089015068.23393.16.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705002355.02460730@mail.comcast.net> <1089017009.23572.24.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705005716.0245dc98@mail.comcast.net> <1089019041.25729.52.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705013127.024b6bd8@mail.comcast.net> <1089020401.23393.63.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705015458.024699f8@mail.comcast.net> >Morganis simply nodded. That was true enough. "I think I could hit a bed >like a ton of bricks" he conceded. > >Al looked at them. "Yeah, you two ought to get into bed as soon as >possible." he deliberately let the double meaning hang in the air. >Morgan coughed as it struck. "You, erm you - nobody said... oh forget it." > >He lay his head back down. "How long before we can get out of here." he >asked weakly. Marie looked away as Al's comment sent color racing up her neck and cheeks. The ghost had absolutely no sense of decorum. Not that there was much room for decorum in a room full of blood and supernatural beings. She cleared her throat, working on getting her voice to function again. She'd still not really even begun to cross the bridge of that kind of relationship with Morgan. He was phenomenally attractive, of course, and a very good kisser, but her own experience was so very limited and she didn't even know where to begin to explain that fact. Composure...composure...she repeated the word in her mind a couple times before managing to squeak out an answer to the question. "Soon hopefully. The Commander said there was transportation on the way. That's all we're waiting for." From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Mon Jul 5 09:02:25 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Chaos at the Motel In-Reply-To: <1089020655.25729.67.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <> Joy flinched away from him, her knees drawn up into her chest, wrapping her arms around her head,, rocking backwards and forwards gently. A part of her knew that she was here and now, but it was so far down inside, buried under her memories and fears that it couldn't fight against all the black treacle like stuff that she felt submerged in. She was bombarded with images of Isaac standing over her, screaming biblical text, hitting her, scourging her, and she was floundering. The tiny bit of Joy that was left felt as though the quicksand was sucking her in, suffocating her, and it was all her fault. Tag From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Jul 5 11:18:16 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Dreams In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705015458.024699f8@mail.comcast.net> References: <1089015068.23393.16.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705002355.02460730@mail.comcast.net> <1089017009.23572.24.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705005716.0245dc98@mail.comcast.net> <1089019041.25729.52.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705013127.024b6bd8@mail.comcast.net> <1089020401.23393.63.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705015458.024699f8@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <1089022696.25729.83.camel@DS9> > Marie looked away as Al's comment sent color racing up her neck and > cheeks. The ghost had absolutely no sense of decorum. Not that there was > much room for decorum in a room full of blood and supernatural beings. She > cleared her throat, working on getting her voice to function again. She'd > still not really even begun to cross the bridge of that kind of > relationship with Morgan. He was phenomenally attractive, of course, and a > very good kisser, but her own experience was so very limited and she didn't > even know where to begin to explain that fact. Composure...composure...she > repeated the word in her mind a couple times before managing to squeak out > an answer to the question. "Soon hopefully. The Commander said there was > transportation on the way. That's all we're waiting for." Morganis sighed, the thought of the commander brought him back from the embarrassing images which Al had evoked in his mind. They were evocative, yet tender. One moment he was imagining what Marie's breast would look like, and being perhaps a little excessively generous, the next moment he just imagined what it would be like to wake up with her in his arms, and just hold her like that... he wasn't entirely sure which was the nicer image, but they were both nice, and his face had turned utter crimson. Then the commander brought him back to reality, he did not look forward to seeing the man again, he was fairly certain he was in for a crap-out session from the Jethro Sullivan at the very least. And he knew he deserved it. Still nothing he could do right now, surely the man would at least give him time to heal first. He felt Marie's arm still under his fingers, felt the sticky trickle of drying blood running through them. "I hope they hurry then." he said softly, "I'm definitely not impressed with the service in this hotel." Al smirked at them both. "I'll just see you two safely home shall I, then I'm sure you'll want some private time." For once Morgans didn't blush or stutter at Al's suggestiveness, private time didn't have to mean physical. "Actually yes, we have some things we need to talk about." "Sure, things to talk about, you know how I always say communication is the key to successfull fuckin' relationship." "Al, you have never used those words in your life - your idea of communicating with a woman is 'wow you are so good at this, what's your name sistah ?'" Al laughed, "Yeah well me I never wanted no relationship - but you my brother, you're not me. You're Morgan the wizard - who has his own path to follow. 'Sides which, my whole life is a long time ago." tag tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Jul 5 11:30:52 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Chaos at the Motel In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: <1089023452.23572.90.camel@DS9> > > Then he knelt down next to Joy. > "It's okay, I'm here. You're friend is okay, and the bad guys are out > for the count. You did very, very good Joy.">> > Joy flinched away from him, her knees drawn up into her chest, wrapping her > arms around her head,, rocking backwards and forwards gently. A part of her > knew that she was here and now, but it was so far down inside, buried under > her memories and fears that it couldn't fight against all the black treacle > like stuff that she felt submerged in. She was bombarded with images of > Isaac standing over her, screaming biblical text, hitting her, scourging > her, and she was floundering. The tiny bit of Joy that was left felt as > though the quicksand was sucking her in, suffocating her, and it was all her > fault. He remembered her words earlier, calling out, that name... Isaac, and it dawned to him that she wasn't here with him, she was back there... He touched her cheek gently, then spoke softly but firmly. "Joy, you are not a girl, Isaac is not here, you are Joy, not Gillana, and I am Jethro... come back to me, come back to the real world. You have to come back Joy, we... I need you here. Isaac cannot touch you anymore. Come back to me Joy, come back to the people who care about you." He was almost pleading with her now, repeatedly saying her name, assuring her that Isaac was gone, begging her to snap out of the past and come back to him. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Jul 5 09:42:33 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Dreams In-Reply-To: <1089022696.25729.83.camel@DS9> References: <1089015068.23393.16.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705002355.02460730@mail.comcast.net> <1089017009.23572.24.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705005716.0245dc98@mail.comcast.net> <1089019041.25729.52.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705013127.024b6bd8@mail.comcast.net> <1089020401.23393.63.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705015458.024699f8@mail.comcast.net> <1089022696.25729.83.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705023310.024fcdf8@mail.comcast.net> >"Sure, things to talk about, you know how I always say communication is >the key to successfull fuckin' relationship." > >"Al, you have never used those words in your life - your idea of >communicating with a woman is 'wow you are so good at this, what's your >name sistah ?'" Al laughed, "Yeah well me I never wanted no relationship >- but you my brother, you're not me. You're Morgan the wizard - who has >his own path to follow. 'Sides which, my whole life is a long time ago." Marie nodded, agreeing with Morgan's first statement, though she had a hard time looking away from him. It scared her to know how close she'd come to losing him, especially when only a few days ago she hadn't even known she had anything to lose. "I'd rather like to get out of here, myself." As the immediate threat was ebbing she could sense the confused spirits of the men that had been killed. At least one of them wasn't making the cross over neatly and she tried to keep her mind quiet and closed off away from them. She didn't have the energy for a psychic battle on top of everything else. She looked up, realizing that the men, well, the vampire and the ghost had continued talking while she was drifting. "Morgan is right...there's a lot to talk about, as soon as we get out of here." ~Al...can you see vehicles outside? We need to get out of here before the spirit world wakes up a bit more.~ From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Mon Jul 5 10:13:56 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Chaos at the Motel In-Reply-To: <1089023452.23572.90.camel@DS9> Message-ID: >>He remembered her words earlier, calling out, that name... Isaac, and it dawned to him that she wasn't here with him, she was back there... He touched her cheek gently, then spoke softly but firmly. "Joy, you are not a girl, Isaac is not here, you are Joy, not Gillana, and I am Jethro... come back to me, come back to the real world. You have to come back Joy, we... I need you here. Isaac cannot touch you anymore. Come back to me Joy, come back to the people who care about you." He was almost pleading with her now, repeatedly saying her name, assuring her that Isaac was gone, begging her to snap out of the past and come back to him.>> Joy heard him calling her name, and felt his touch on her cheek. She was drowning, going under, but he stopped her, throwing her a lifebelt, which she clasped onto with the tiny part of her that was still functioning. She gasped for air. Hell the surface was a long way off, but she could see it now. Imagining the sunlight in the trees, the warmth on her skin, the smell of the flowers, birds calling to each other. She wrapped herself in the images, taking the light into herself, holding the black stuff back a little way. She wasn't able yet to break free, but she'd stopped going down and that was something. She gradually stopped rocking, but remained curled up. Tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Jul 5 11:22:45 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Slow Departure (Follows Fast Response) [Tag Damien, Sam, Grey Wolf , Natalia] In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705014213.024b9e68@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <20040705102245.70067.qmail@web53109.mail.yahoo.com> >"Singular" Damien asked with a grin. "Doesn't that >> mean unusual or odd ? I suspect nobody in this van >> has any choice about that one babes, and Evan >> couldn't prevent it one way or the other, what I am >> fucking concerned about is if we'll get back at all >> like this, we got mortals in here dude. >> Try to keep their skulls the same shape, especially >> the pretty ones." > Next time she was walking back. She cracked a smile > at the comment that followed. "So which one is > pretty? Evan or the boyo?" Evan, who had been muttering a small list of curses as he got increasingly lost within the maze of streets realised he was being talked to and, straightening up the van from another sharp turn, looked across and back at them. "No worries geezers, I'll get yer all back 'ome toot sweet." Pausing for a grin he turned his head back to the road, let out a brief profanity and swerved the van around the rapidly approaching parked car. Spotting a sign for the interstate he kept out on the centre line before swooping up on to the on ramp. [tags] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Jul 5 11:32:18 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery (Jay/Jessie) In-Reply-To: <1089013915.23393.11.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040705103218.69572.qmail@web53107.mail.yahoo.com> >> From outside the sounds of approaching sirens >> could be heard. > Best to just stick to the verifiable bits. > "So were we, colleagues at any rate, we didn't kill > him. The same guy who did, tried to kill us in > there." He shivered visibly, best not to say > anything more right now. He couldn't think straight > yet. Too much pain. A huge list of questions sprung in to Max's head, but she didn't want to muddy the waters for the police. Working at the morgue she'd met plenty of them and was sure they'd put a decent detective on to this one. Hearing the sound of tyres screeching to a halt outside she moved to keep the couple covered while watching the corridor. Leading the paramedics, walking with his characteristic purposeful stride was Detective Denton. He looked at the pair of suspects, shivering on the corridor floor and back to the medics. "You'll be wanting to get these two in to a hospital I guess. I'll send one of my men with you, they are to be kept under armed guard." His voice was strong with a slight hint of Irish brogue, inherited from his mothers side of the family. He turned to Max, "Maxine isn't it? Can you show me the murder scene and talk me through what you know?" With that, the two started to walk off, the uniformed officers from the second patrol car taking over the guard duty. [tags] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Jul 5 13:46:47 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery (Jay/Jessie) In-Reply-To: <20040705103218.69572.qmail@web53107.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040705103218.69572.qmail@web53107.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089031607.29600.9.camel@DS9> > A huge list of questions sprung in to Max's head, but > she didn't want to muddy the waters for the police. > Working at the morgue she'd met plenty of them and was > sure they'd put a decent detective on to this one. > Hearing the sound of tyres screeching to a halt > outside she moved to keep the couple covered while > watching the corridor. Leading the paramedics, walking > with his characteristic purposeful stride was > Detective Denton. > > He looked at the pair of suspects, shivering on the > corridor floor and back to the medics. "You'll be > wanting to get these two in to a hospital I guess. > I'll send one of my men with you, they are to be kept > under armed guard." His voice was strong with a slight > hint of Irish brogue, inherited from his mothers side > of the family. He turned to Max, "Maxine isn't it? Can > you show me the murder scene and talk me through what > you know?" With that, the two started to walk off, the > uniformed officers from the second patrol car taking > over the guard duty. The paramedics loaded Jessie and Jay onto gurney's, and began to wheel them down the hall. In a side hallway Dalore leaned on his his broom, his eyes glittering. He grinned to himself as he felt the empty syringe in his pocket. He was invigorated, he had been right there with that death, and it had been a healthy young man with plenty of life force. Jay's gurney was in front behind them came Jessie's and a policeman walked along behind him, as they rounded a corner the policeman was momentarily obscured from view, the paramedic leaned down quickly over Jessie. "Don't worry my lovely, I haven't forgotten about you..." he whispered with a sly laugh, and there was that undertone again, the one she had heard in Marcus's voice... tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Jul 5 14:31:13 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Chaos at the Motel In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: <1089034273.29600.15.camel@DS9> > Joy heard him calling her name, and felt his touch on her cheek. She was > drowning, going under, but he stopped her, throwing her a lifebelt, which > she clasped onto with the tiny part of her that was still functioning. She > gasped for air. Hell the surface was a long way off, but she could see it > now. Imagining the sunlight in the trees, the warmth on her skin, the smell > of the flowers, birds calling to each other. She wrapped herself in the > images, taking the light into herself, holding the black stuff back a little > way. She wasn't able yet to break free, but she'd stopped going down and > that was something. > She gradually stopped rocking, but remained curled up. He picked her up in his arms, carrying her almost like a child. Resting her head on his shoulder. "Come back to me Joy, there is nothing for you there, but here you can have a future. Come back to me Joy. There are good things here, all the cheesecake you can eat. Waffles covered in honey, and people who care about you." Holding her like that his vampiric strength supporting her, his hand resting on her back, calling to her... Jethro felt a tear running down his cheek. How he wished he could take her pain on himself instead, he at least, deserved it. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Mon Jul 5 13:10:13 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Chaos at the Motel In-Reply-To: <1089034273.29600.15.camel@DS9> Message-ID: >>He picked her up in his arms, carrying her almost like a child. Resting her head on his shoulder. "Come back to me Joy, there is nothing for you there, but here you can have a future. Come back to me Joy. There are good things here, all the cheesecake you can eat. Waffles covered in honey, and people who care about you." Holding her like that his vampiric strength supporting her, his hand resting on her back, calling to her... Jethro felt a tear running down his cheek. How he wished he could take her pain on himself instead, he at least, deserved it.>> 'It would be so much easier to just stay down here,' the voice inside her urged. 'No fighting, and no effort; just curl up, stay here and it'll protect you, you won't have to struggle any longer.' The blackness clutched at her, wanting to keep her. It was so tempting, she was so tired, she felt steamrollered, and everything ached. Jethro's voice was buzzing inside her head, like an annoying wasp, just keeping her aware and stopping her from just giving in. She buried her head in his neck, as she swam her way back, towards his voice. His embrace felt strong, and she surprised herself by wanting him closer, wanting him to hold her. His skin was soft and warm and his arms so easy to sink into. By concentrating on the pain in her chest and her arm and her stomach at least a part of her struggled out. She still felt tainted and dirty, and as she thought of what they had done to Jonathon so terribly, terribly responsible. "What happened... is everyone okay...?" she mumbled, her lips sticking together, all dried up. She felt terribly cold and shivered. "Jonathon... his hand...?" her voice broke as her panic increased, remembering the screaming. If they had done this to him just for asking questions what had they done to Zak? Tag From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Jul 5 15:13:50 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Chaos at the Motel In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: <1089036830.29600.18.camel@DS9> > "What happened... is everyone okay...?" she mumbled, her lips sticking > together, all dried up. She felt terribly cold and shivered. "Jonathon... > his hand...?" her voice broke as her panic increased, remembering the > screaming. If they had done this to him just for asking questions what had > they done to Zak? He held her tightly. "Welcome back. We got some injuries, but everyone is alive, and the bad guys aren't. Johnathan's hand is pretty badly damaged, but I think they missed the tendons, he may yet keep the use of his fingers if we can get him to a doctor fast enough... but if it wasn't for you, he would be dead. Our transports are on their way, we'll be out of here soon. How are you feeling ?" tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Jul 5 15:19:06 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Dreams In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705023310.024fcdf8@mail.comcast.net> References: <1089015068.23393.16.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705002355.02460730@mail.comcast.net> <1089017009.23572.24.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705005716.0245dc98@mail.comcast.net> <1089019041.25729.52.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705013127.024b6bd8@mail.comcast.net> <1089020401.23393.63.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705015458.024699f8@mail.comcast.net> <1089022696.25729.83.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705023310.024fcdf8@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <1089037146.15611.24.camel@DS9> > Marie nodded, agreeing with Morgan's first statement, though she had a hard > time looking away from him. It scared her to know how close she'd come to > losing him, especially when only a few days ago she hadn't even known she > had anything to lose. "I'd rather like to get out of here, myself." As > the immediate threat was ebbing she could sense the confused spirits of the > men that had been killed. At least one of them wasn't making the cross > over neatly and she tried to keep her mind quiet and closed off away from > them. She didn't have the energy for a psychic battle on top of everything > else. She looked up, realizing that the men, well, the vampire and the > ghost had continued talking while she was drifting. "Morgan is > right...there's a lot to talk about, as soon as we get out of here." > > ~Al...can you see vehicles outside? We need to get out of here before the > spirit world wakes up a bit more.~ All went fully discorporate and floated through the walls. A moment later he manifested next to them again. "Nuttin yet lady, I hope they hurry the fuck up, there's a lot of angry ghosts here. Their staying back for now cos I'm here and they know I'm ye'r guardian... but if they do decide to come - I can't stop them all." the last bit was said under his breath, "and well you'll be a favored target cos you're psychic. The new guys won't know about Meg, but there are older ones here as well... I don't wanna take no chances mam." Morganis looked darkly at him. "Hold them off as long as you can Al... just please, hold them off." he looked longingly in Marie's eyes, he would hate himself if anything happened to her after she was weakened to save him. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Mon Jul 5 13:31:30 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Chaos at the Motel In-Reply-To: <1089036830.29600.18.camel@DS9> Message-ID: He held her tightly. "Welcome back. We got some injuries, but everyone is alive, and the bad guys aren't. Johnathan's hand is pretty badly damaged, but I think they missed the tendons, he may yet keep the use of his fingers if we can get him to a doctor fast enough... but if it wasn't for you, he would be dead. Our transports are on their way, we'll be out of here soon. How are you feeling ?" "If it wasn't for me, he would never have been here in the first place." she said defensively. "It's my fault he was asking questions. He's a journalist, how is he going to function with just one hand working?" She sighed deeply, apologising was a conversation she was not looking forward to. She sank down a little into Jethro's embrace, and leaned up to kiss his cheek, "Thank you, I'm sorry if I screwed up, erm I... erm... Are we going back now? I'm thirsty, and I desperately want a hot shower" She felt like she wanted to take everything she had on off and rip it into little pieces and burn it, and then sleep for a fortnight. Tag From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Jul 5 14:57:28 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Dreams In-Reply-To: <1089037146.15611.24.camel@DS9> References: <1089015068.23393.16.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705002355.02460730@mail.comcast.net> <1089017009.23572.24.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705005716.0245dc98@mail.comcast.net> <1089019041.25729.52.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705013127.024b6bd8@mail.comcast.net> <1089020401.23393.63.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705015458.024699f8@mail.comcast.net> <1089022696.25729.83.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705023310.024fcdf8@mail.comcast.net> <1089037146.15611.24.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705074344.02460ee0@mail.comcast.net> >All went fully discorporate and floated through the walls. A moment later >he manifested next to them again. >"Nuttin yet lady, I hope they hurry the fuck up, there's a lot of angry >ghosts here. Their staying back for now cos I'm here and they know I'm >ye'r guardian... but if they do decide to come - I can't stop them all." >the last bit was said under his breath, "and well you'll be a favored >target cos you're psychic. The new guys won't know about Meg, but there >are older ones here as well... I don't wanna take no chances mam." > >Morganis looked darkly at him. "Hold them off as long as you can Al...just >please, hold them off." he looked longingly in Marie's eyes, he >would hate himself if anything happened to her after she was weakened to >save him. Marie nodded, her heart sinking at Al's analysis. She'd already given up everything she had to give tonight and there was very little power left to draw on. She would be able to hold an onslaught for seconds...maybe...if she was damn lucky. They needed to at least get out of this room. The swell of death here would cling to the spirits, make it harder for them to follow. 'Ma'am...' the word caught at Marie and she bit her lower lip. ~How come it makes me MORE nervous when you talk like that, Al?~ She looked towards the other door, finally calling out softly. Jethro was a vampire, he'd hear her, at least she hoped so. "Commander...how long before that transport?" She kept her tone even, trying not to let on to rising panic. "We're going to have another problem here if it isn't soon." From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Jul 5 15:09:22 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Slow Departure (Follows Fast Response) [Tag Damien, Sam, Grey Wolf , Natalia] In-Reply-To: <20040705102245.70067.qmail@web53109.mail.yahoo.com> References: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705014213.024b9e68@mail.comcast.net> <20040705102245.70067.qmail@web53109.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705080221.0246caf8@mail.comcast.net> >Evan, who had been muttering a small list of curses as he got increasingly >lost within the maze of streets realised he was being talked to and, >straightening up the van from another sharp turn, looked across and back >at them. >"No worries geezers, I'll get yer all back 'ome toot sweet." Pausing for a >grin he turned his head back to the road, let out a brief profanity and >swerved the van around the rapidly approaching parked car. Spotting a sign >for the interstate he kept out on the centre line before swooping up on to >the on ramp. As they swerved around the parked car Natalia let out a type of choked squeak. They'd gone faster on the motorcycle, but she'd trusted that Gabriel was in perfect control, this was insane, even at slower speeds. Horses, why in the world had people given up on horses? It wasn't nearly so far to fall, and you could feel them under you, know what they were going to do. The swerve from the center of the road onto the ramp threw Natalia against the door and she clamped down on the girlish urge to scream or throw something at Evan. There was the boy sitting there, she was not going to panic in front of the mortals. Natalia turned her head, as though she was looking out the window, and leaned hard against the seat. Her eyes were closed tight, one hand with a death grip on the door handle and the other digging into the upholstery. A drink...after this she was having a very very strong drink and she was never going near this wagon of horror again! From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Jul 5 17:10:03 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Slow Departure (Follows Fast Response) [Tag Damien, Sam, Grey Wolf , Natalia] In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705080221.0246caf8@mail.comcast.net> References: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705014213.024b9e68@mail.comcast.net> <20040705102245.70067.qmail@web53109.mail.yahoo.com> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705080221.0246caf8@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <1089043803.29600.34.camel@DS9> > As they swerved around the parked car Natalia let out a type of choked > squeak. They'd gone faster on the motorcycle, but she'd trusted that > Gabriel was in perfect control, this was insane, even at slower > speeds. Horses, why in the world had people given up on horses? It wasn't > nearly so far to fall, and you could feel them under you, know what they > were going to do. The swerve from the center of the road onto the ramp > threw Natalia against the door and she clamped down on the girlish urge to > scream or throw something at Evan. There was the boy sitting there, she > was not going to panic in front of the mortals. Natalia turned her head, > as though she was looking out the window, and leaned hard against the > seat. Her eyes were closed tight, one hand with a death grip on the door > handle and the other digging into the upholstery. A drink...after this she > was having a very very strong drink and she was never going near this wagon > of horror again! Damien looked at Natalia, and his eyes went very black, he fought back the urge that was welling inside him, he was a young vampire, it was still hard sometimes. With effort of will he retracted his fangs, and then let out a slow sigh of relief. He was very thirsty, and to see her sitting with he neck so utterly exposed, and that intoxicating smell of fear... it had almost made him do something very stupid. He would have to drink as soon as they got back to HQ. Slowly he won back control, and his personality overcame the beast, he new she was afraid, he had smelled her fear in her sweat though she was hiding it very well. Evan's words were clearly not much comfort to her. For himself he was okay, this was just mildly worse than his own biking style, the difference being someone else was in charge. He wanted to comfort her, something subtle, like a squeese on the shoulder or such, but Stephanie was at the end of this trip, and he felt guilty just thinking of even a completely innocent touch to another woman. So he sat quite hanging on to the seat-back for dear life. So he decided to tell a joke instead, maybe it would calm her, and there surely wasn't a rule against that. "Sheez Evan dude. Don't you need a fucking pilot's license to drive like that ?" -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Mon Jul 5 16:15:26 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Dreams In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705074344.02460ee0@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: >>"Commander...how long before that transport?" She kept her tone even, trying not to let on to rising panic. "We're going to have another problem here if it isn't soon.">> Bill checked in on his mobile phone and shouted back to her, "Should have another 2 cars in within 2 to 3 minutes, then one of the guys can carry him over there for you..." Tag From ajventer at gmail.com Mon Jul 5 20:37:29 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Chaos at the Motel In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: <7f39e5bc040705123792cc0fb@mail.gmail.com> > She sank down a little into Jethro's embrace, and leaned up to kiss his > cheek, "Thank you, I'm sorry if I screwed up, erm I... erm... Are we going > back now? I'm thirsty, and I desperately want a hot shower" She felt like > she wanted to take everything she had on off and rip it into little pieces > and burn it, and then sleep for a fortnight. Bill's voice interupted before he could answer. "Well there you have it then, two minutes. As soon as we're back, you can have all the pampering you could want." he pecked her cheek back. "I knew what I was getting into right from the start, you don't owe me any appologies. I just want to see you smile again...." He felll silent, just holding her to him there. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From ajventer at gmail.com Mon Jul 5 20:42:26 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Dreams In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04070512426da8fd48@mail.gmail.com> > Bill checked in on his mobile phone and shouted back to her, "Should have > another 2 cars in within 2 to 3 minutes, then one of the guys can carry him > over there for you..." Morganis looked relieved. Two minutes wasn't as perfect as say 'right now' but it was not that bad either. Behind Marie he saw Al taking up a protective stance, he could only imagine the scene, as the ghosts slowly circled in, none wanting the first to go up against Al. He had seen a thousand fights like that, sooner or later one would charge and all hell would break lose. He just hoped Al could scare them enough to postpone that until they could leave. "Any of you fuckers come one step closer your ass is fucking grass." All said hard, "you all know I'm not quite your average ghost.... you wanna find out just how fucking exceptional I can be ?" -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Mon Jul 5 20:47:50 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Chaos at the Motel In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc040705123792cc0fb@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <> Joy didn't know what to say, she was suddenly very apprehensive. She looked at him with huge eyes, trying to work out what he'd meant. "Jethro, don't rush this, please, I thought we agreed?" Tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Jul 5 21:01:27 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Chaos at the Motel In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040705200127.10691.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> Barely audible, even to Vampire ears, the buzzing of a voice could be heard from the headset, laying next to Harrison's corpse. [No tags] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Jul 5 21:18:24 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Dreams In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04070512426da8fd48@mail.gmail.com> References: <7f39e5bc04070512426da8fd48@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705141419.02460d08@mail.comcast.net> >He just hoped Al could scare them enough to postpone that until they could >leave. "Any of you fuckers come one step closer your ass is fucking >grass." All said hard, "you all know I'm not quite your average ghost.... >you wanna find out just how fucking exceptional I can be ?" Marie glanced up as Al spoke, her eyes clouding over almost visibly as she looked through the veil between worlds. She was careful not to draw undue attention to herself, but felt the need to know how much Al was up against. She wouldn't put him in a losing battle, she'd banish him first. Which was an easy thing to think, but she doubted she had the strength to banish even a willing ghost. The numbers she saw were more than what was comforting, but less than she'd feared. Six maybe eight...and two of those new. They could hold them...she hoped. From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Jul 5 21:10:17 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Slow Departure (Follows Fast Response) [Tag Damien, Sam, Grey Wolf , Natalia] In-Reply-To: <1089043803.29600.34.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040705201017.61315.qmail@web53103.mail.yahoo.com> > "Sheez Evan dude. Don't you need a fucking pilot's > license to drive like that ?" Evan looked round, having shifted out in to the flow of traffic he had been dishing out a few choice words to a couple in a Hyundai that had beebed their horn at the van. "Eh? This ain't nuffin' mate, drive roun' the Smoke fer a bit soon sort yer aht." He glanced around the pale faces in the van for a second, "'kin eck, we're edin' 'ome now. Cheer up, 'ere." Evan dialled up the volume on the cassette radio, the speakers around the van pulsing. 'and if a double decker bus, should kill the both of us, to die in your arms, is such a wonderful way to die...' "The Smiths, 'kin excellent, 'ere, Elvis, wot abaht that Johnny Marr eh?" [tags] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Jul 5 21:40:19 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Slow Departure (Follows Fast Response) [Tag Damien, Sam, Grey Wolf , Natalia] In-Reply-To: <20040705201017.61315.qmail@web53103.mail.yahoo.com> References: <1089043803.29600.34.camel@DS9> <20040705201017.61315.qmail@web53103.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705142401.02498b60@mail.comcast.net> >Evan looked round, having shifted out in to the flow of traffic he had >been dishing out a few choice words to a couple in a Hyundai that had >beebed their horn at the van. "Eh? This ain't nuffin' mate, drive roun' >the Smoke fer a bit soon sort yer aht." He glanced around the pale faces >in the van for a second, "'kin eck, we're edin' 'ome now. Cheer up, 'ere." >Evan dialled up the volume on the cassette radio, the speakers around the >van pulsing. > >'and if a double decker bus, should kill the both of us, to die in your >arms, is such a wonderful way to die...' "The Smiths, 'kin excellent, >'ere, Elvis, wot abaht that Johnny Marr eh?" "No, no, no...being hit by any kind of vehicle is not a wonderful way to die." Natalia's eyes had opened at the music, which didn't seem to be comforting her at all. It was too loud, too pounding. The people of this century were insane! What was Gabriel thinking, sending her in this thing? How could her experience be in any use in keeping them from careening into another vehicle, or off the side of the road? She had no way to stop so much steel and speed. ~Breathe!~ She was yelling the word at herself, trying to stay calm. Her feet came off of the floorboards, heels digging into the lower upholstery of the seat. "What in the hell are you making us listen to?" She managed not to yell and wrenched her gaze back to the window. They couldn't get back soon enough for her taste, and she wanted to demand that he stop the van and let her out, but that would be cowardly. From ajventer at gmail.com Mon Jul 5 21:43:28 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Slow Departure (Follows Fast Response) [Tag Damien, Sam, Grey Wolf , Natalia] In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705142401.02498b60@mail.comcast.net> References: <1089043803.29600.34.camel@DS9> <20040705201017.61315.qmail@web53103.mail.yahoo.com> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705142401.02498b60@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04070513435c5ba759@mail.gmail.com> > > "No, no, no...being hit by any kind of vehicle is not a wonderful way to > die." Natalia's eyes had opened at the music, which didn't seem to be > comforting her at all. It was too loud, too pounding. The people of this > century were insane! What was Gabriel thinking, sending her in this > thing? How could her experience be in any use in keeping them from > careening into another vehicle, or off the side of the road? She had no > way to stop so much steel and speed. ~Breathe!~ She was yelling the word > at herself, trying to stay calm. Her feet came off of the floorboards, > heels digging into the lower upholstery of the seat. "What in the hell are > you making us listen to?" She managed not to yell and wrenched her gaze > back to the window. They couldn't get back soon enough for her taste, and > she wanted to demand that he stop the van and let her out, but that would > be cowardly. > Damien had been headbanging to the tunes, untill Natalia's scream ripped him from his reverie. "That's just some pretty decent rock and roll sugarco... erm lady. Just relax, let it flow through you - feel the power...." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Mon Jul 5 21:59:40 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Chaos at the Motel In-Reply-To: <20040705200127.10691.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: Barely audible, even to Vampire ears, the buzzing of a voice could be heard from the headset, laying next to Harrison's corpse. Jonathon's eyes opened and he groaned - really things were better when he was unconscious. He saw Joy being carried out by a bare-chested man. "Joy!" he said. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" "I'm okay" she replied, gesturing to Jethro to put her down. "Your hand...? I'm so sorry." "I'll live" he said wincing, "Are we getting out of here then?" he glanced towards the headset. "That's the plan, Jethro help him would you? I can walk..." Tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Jul 5 23:57:40 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Slow Departure (Follows Fast Response) [Tag Damien, Sam, Grey Wolf , Natalia] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04070513435c5ba759@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20040705225740.48021.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> >> Her feet came off of the floorboards, heels digging >> into the lower upholstery of the seat. "What in >> the hell are you making us listen to?" She managed >> not to yell and wrenched her gaze back to the >> window. They couldn't get back soon enough for her >> taste, and she wanted to demand that he stop the >> van and let her out, but that would be cowardly. "Er," Evan looked across at Natalia again, his face a picture of incomprehension, "yah gotta give it time luv, it's the Smiths, Morrisey, any road, oops, 'ang on," his head snapped back to looking at the road as he hit the horn and brought the van back in to the middle of it's lane. Turning back to face her the music in the background fading on the repeated line 'there is a light that never goes out, there is a light that never goes out,' "no trub, s'compilation tape, innit." > Damien had been headbanging to the tunes, untill > Natalia's scream ripped him from his reverie. > "That's just some pretty decent rock and roll > sugarco... erm lady. Just relax, let it flow through > you - feel the power...." A power chord reverberated through the sound system and a raspy voice declared, as the drum beat faded up 'You Wanna Ride Baby, This Is A Special Car, Two Accelerators, No Brakes'. The guitar matched the drums and the vehicle erupted in sound while the lyrics dropped in to the gutter. The tunnel to take them back to HQ came up ahead of them. [tags] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From jenarey at comcast.net Tue Jul 6 00:26:26 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Slow Departure (Follows Fast Response) [Tag Damien, Sam, Grey Wolf , Natalia] In-Reply-To: <20040705225740.48021.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> References: <7f39e5bc04070513435c5ba759@mail.gmail.com> <20040705225740.48021.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705171453.024d4508@mail.comcast.net> >A power chord reverberated through the sound system and a raspy voice >declared, as the drum beat faded up 'You Wanna Ride Baby, This Is A >Special Car, Two Accelerators, No Brakes'. The guitar matched the drums >and the vehicle erupted in sound while the >lyrics dropped in to the gutter. > >The tunnel to take them back to HQ came up ahead of them. As both men chimed in Natalia fell completely silent. Of all things she hated her own fear was on the top of the list. She should have adjusted to this time period, and in ways she'd begun to, but it was so easy to ignore it when she had access to the fae realm which was so much more like the time she knew and loved. Maybe she just didn't belong here, though even as she processed the thought she found that she wanted to belong. She'd been alone far too long. The Russian woman leaned back, tucking her coat more firmly around her and pressing her fingertips to her temples, resolving not to say another word until they were back and stop looking like a foolish hen. From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Jul 6 08:47:41 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Chaos at the Motel In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: <1089100061.14681.8.camel@DS9> >Joy didn't know what to say, she was suddenly very? >apprehensive. She looked >at him with huge eyes, trying to work out what he'd meant. >"Jethro, don't rush this, please, I thought we agreed?" He looked back at her severely. "The only thing I'm rushing is getting my people to a doctor... I merely offered to be nice to you Joy, I rather think we've established that, that is my style." he gave a hug as he held her there, "you don't need to be afraid here... the fear is back there, you are not... you came back." > Barely audible, even to Vampire ears, the buzzing of a > voice could be heard from the headset, laying next to > Harrison's corpse. > > Jonathon's eyes opened and he groaned - really things were better when he > was unconscious. He saw Joy being carried out by a bare-chested man. "Joy!" > he said. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" > > "I'm okay" she replied, gesturing to Jethro to put her down. "Your hand...? > I'm so sorry." > > "I'll live" he said wincing, "Are we getting out of here then?" he glanced > towards the headset. > > "That's the plan, Jethro help him would you? I can walk..." Jethro obliged putting her down. Something wasn't right with this scene, Johnathan sounded possessive, jealous to see another holding her. He was going to have to talk to her later... having slept with this man or not is her matter, but the moment he became a case, it was information relevant to that case. It was not going to be easy though, he knew that, approach it wrong and she would feel threatened, do more harm than good. He would have to wait and handle it later, after he had, had time to think. He stepped over to Johnathan, took his good hand and helped the man up, letting him lean on his shoulder. "Hang on buddy, we'll get you out of here.", then he called out, "Bill can you take Terry, we'll send the first driver for Morganis. Come on people let's move we got injured guardians." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Jul 6 09:02:28 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Dreams In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040705141419.02460d08@mail.comcast.net> References: <7f39e5bc04070512426da8fd48@mail.gmail.com> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705141419.02460d08@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <1089100948.14681.10.camel@DS9> On Mon, 2004-07-05 at 20:18, Jena wrote: > >He just hoped Al could scare them enough to postpone that until they could > >leave. "Any of you fuckers come one step closer your ass is fucking > >grass." All said hard, "you all know I'm not quite your average ghost.... > >you wanna find out just how fucking exceptional I can be ?" > > Marie glanced up as Al spoke, her eyes clouding over almost visibly as she > looked through the veil between worlds. She was careful not to draw undue > attention to herself, but felt the need to know how much Al was up > against. She wouldn't put him in a losing battle, she'd banish him > first. Which was an easy thing to think, but she doubted she had the > strength to banish even a willing ghost. The numbers she saw were more > than what was comforting, but less than she'd feared. Six maybe > eight...and two of those new. They could hold them...she hoped. Morganis took her hand. "If I can help, just tell me how." he said softly, even as Jethro's voice came from the other room. "We just need a moment." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From jenarey at comcast.net Tue Jul 6 07:18:22 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Dreams In-Reply-To: <1089100948.14681.10.camel@DS9> References: <7f39e5bc04070512426da8fd48@mail.gmail.com> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705141419.02460d08@mail.comcast.net> <1089100948.14681.10.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040706001520.024015d0@mail.comcast.net> > > Marie glanced up as Al spoke, her eyes clouding over almost visibly as > she looked through the veil between worlds. She was careful not to draw > undue attention to herself, but felt the need to know how much Al was up > against. She wouldn't put him in a losing battle, she'd banish him > first. Which was an easy thing to think, but she doubted she had the > strength to banish even a willing ghost. The numbers she saw were more > than what was comforting, but less than she'd feared. Six maybe > eight...and two of those new. They could hold them...she hoped. > >Morganis took her hand. "If I can help, just tell me how." he said softly, >even as Jethro's voice came from the other room. "We just need a >moment." It took a second for the words to penetrate her fog and Marie blinked slowly, looking down at Morganis. She gently squeezed his hand, her fingers a warm press of flesh against cooler vampiric skin. "I just hope we have that long." She wasn't going to admit out loud that she was tapped out. The ghosts in the area didn't need to know that. "I don't think anyone is wanting another spat right now." From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Jul 6 09:11:38 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Timestamps Message-ID: <1089101498.14681.13.camel@DS9> Hi all, it seems that some mailservers out there will backque mail that appears to have been sent in the future until the time on it's timestamp. The result is that some of us end up getting mail out of sync (seeing replies before the posts), sadly there is no option to restamp messages on the list-server side, so can I please request everyone to make sure that both your computer clock and timezone is correctly set up ? Yes Mik, that means you :) Ciao A.J. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Jul 6 09:32:56 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Getting the bloody hell out of dodge [Tag hotel peeps] In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040706001520.024015d0@mail.comcast.net> References: <7f39e5bc04070512426da8fd48@mail.gmail.com> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705141419.02460d08@mail.comcast.net> <1089100948.14681.10.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040706001520.024015d0@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <1089102776.14681.35.camel@DS9> > > > >Morganis took her hand. "If I can help, just tell me how." he said softly, > >even as Jethro's voice came from the other room. "We just need a > >moment." > > It took a second for the words to penetrate her fog and Marie blinked > slowly, looking down at Morganis. She gently squeezed his hand, her > fingers a warm press of flesh against cooler vampiric skin. "I just hope > we have that long." She wasn't going to admit out loud that she was tapped > out. The ghosts in the area didn't need to know that. "I don't think > anyone is wanting another spat right now." Before Morganis could reply the door burst open. "Well hello mah freaky darlings" said the whispy haired blonde guy who came half bouncing in. "I'm Shawn, I'll be your captain for this evening's flight, if you will all please get yer ponging arses into the van outsahd we cahn get goin'. There's a blahdee stampede on the brehklehn brehdge so if the sahner we mahve the butter" In the other room Jethro's head sagged as he recognized the voice, they must be running low if Shawn Waugh was being sent. HQ only used him as a last resort, he was the only driver in NY that could give Evan a run for his money, mostly because he treated the Van like he was riding a kangaroo into a war with an Indian Elephant army. Still if it was all they had... the had to move. "Shawn get the guy in front out, Bill's got Terry, and we got three more people this side. How much space do you have ?" "Oiya Cemahndahr, I got mah vahn outsahd and Fitzpatrick is here too wid his." Jethro was a little more relieved. "Right, Bill, you, Terry and the three of us will go with Fitzpatrick, Shawn, you take Morganis and Marie." Jethro replied as he came into the room, carrying Johnathan by his shoulder. "No worries sah" Shawn replied, walking over to Marie and Morganis. "Well erlo leedel lahdy, yer lawkin' real fahn, now haw bawt dees boy here, wanna gimme a harned so's we carn get outa hahr" Morganis just let his head sag. The good guys were there, well the guys anyway. Al for his part leaned down by Marie, fully discorporate so only she could hear him. "Fuckin' moron australians. Still a rides a ride" he said [Tag, Fitzpatrick's van, go on in this thread. Shawn's ride, go on in "A ride through the country", Fitzpatrick is open for whoever wants to handle him, during the ride, first come first serve.] -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From jenarey at comcast.net Tue Jul 6 07:55:56 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <1089102776.14681.35.camel@DS9> References: <7f39e5bc04070512426da8fd48@mail.gmail.com> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705141419.02460d08@mail.comcast.net> <1089100948.14681.10.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040706001520.024015d0@mail.comcast.net> <1089102776.14681.35.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040706004842.023fb850@mail.comcast.net> >"Oiya Cemahndahr, I got mah vahn outsahd and Fitzpatrick is here too wid his." >Jethro was a little more relieved. >"Right, Bill, you, Terry and the three of us will go with Fitzpatrick, >Shawn, you take Morganis and Marie." >Jethro replied as he came into the room, carrying Johnathan by his shoulder. >"No worries sah" Shawn replied, walking over to Marie and Morganis "Well >erlo leedel lahdy, yer lawkin' real fahn, now haw bawt dees boy >here, wanna gimme a harned so's we carn get outa hahr" > >Morganis just let his head sag. The good guys were there, well the guys >anyway. Al for his part leaned down by Marie, fully discorporate so only >she could hear him. "Fuckin' moron australians. Still a rides a ride" he said ~Something like that.~ Marie wasn't at all confident in this new face. She'd never met him before, and while the accent was always cute she was rather wishing for folks she trusted tonight. In this city it was a short list. The southern woman looked up at Shawn, murmuring softly. "Thanks for the assist. If you wanna take his legs I think we can get him out of here." The arrangement had nothing to do with who had the most strength, and likely should have been reversed, except that she knew where he was bleeding and wanted to try to keep the pressure on as they moved. She shifted her arms to prepare for carrying a load, the movement reopening the cut on her arm, which leaked blood in a slow trickle. "Whenever you're ready." From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Jul 6 09:09:28 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Timestamps In-Reply-To: <1089101498.14681.13.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040706080928.79937.qmail@web53110.mail.yahoo.com> > So can I please request everyone to make sure that > both your computer clock and timezone is correctly > set up ? Yes Mik, that means you :) Gah! Outraged of Royal Tunbridge Wells... I'll have you know our computer clocks are all synchronised automatically by the central servers so they are within 5 minutes of being accurate to the central atomic clock. *And* my timezones are all correct for where the computer is... now, where the email account is, that's a different question :-) But seriously, AJ, I have noticed that pretty much all of your posts have been arriving after posts from anyone else. I do all of my gaming emails through yahoo directly on the web, so it's kind of at the mercy of the internet :-) . Mik. ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Tue Jul 6 09:16:29 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Timestamps In-Reply-To: <20040706080928.79937.qmail@web53110.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: So can I please request everyone to make sure that both your computer clock and timezone is correctly set up ? Yes Mik, that means you :) Gah! Outraged of Royal Tunbridge Wells... But you live in Maidstone. Tunbridge Wells is at least 10 miles away, and anyway Claire and I are probably the only ones to understand that. I'll have you know our computer clocks are all synchronised automatically by the central servers so they are within 5 minutes of being accurate to the central atomic clock. *And* my timezones are all correct for where the computer is... now, where the email account is, that's a different question :-) But seriously, AJ, I have noticed that pretty much all of your posts have been arriving after posts from anyone else. I do all of my gaming emails through yahoo directly on the web, so it's kind of at the mercy of the internet :-) . On this one I have to agree with Mik, everyone else's come in in sequence, except for yours AJ which are younger than they are according to Yahoo mail. But they go in the right sequence into my btmail and appear correctly on the archive. Freaky Geeky problem... S From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk Tue Jul 6 11:08:47 2004 From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Chaos at the Motel In-Reply-To: <1089100061.14681.8.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040706100847.17362.qmail@web25202.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > He looked back at her severely. "The only thing I'm > rushing is getting > my people to a doctor... I merely offered to be nice > to you Joy, I > rather think we've established that, that is my > style." he gave a hug as > he held her there, "you don't need to be afraid > here... the fear is back > there, you are not... you came back." Joy kicked herself, she had to stop fucking things up. She had to just relax and trust Jethro but she didn't know how to. It was so alien a concept to her that someone could actually want to be nice to her without an ulterior motive that she didn't know how to react when it happened. She didn't want to annoy Jethro, to push him away, but it just kind of happened. Opening up was just so horribly difficult. A huge internal dichotomy was raging inside her. She had to accept that she felt something for him, but if she gave him a part of herself then that would be less of her, and so much of her was submerged anyway that she was frightened she would just disappear. If she drove him away everything would be so much simpler. She could just continue to function as TeamJoy, it would hurt her already, but getting out now would hurt her less than staying and it all going wrong later. But she felt safest in his arms, and she so wanted to be safe. Inside she could feel the black stuff laughing at her as some of the part that had slipped free slid back. She staggered after them, limbs leaden and slow. > > Barely audible, even to Vampire ears, the buzzing > > of a voice could be heard from the headset, laying > > next to Harrison's corpse. > > > > Jonathon's eyes opened and he groaned - really > things were better when he > > was unconscious. He saw Joy being carried out by a > bare-chested man. "Joy!" > > he said. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" > > > > "I'm okay" she replied, gesturing to Jethro to put > her down. "Your hand...? > > I'm so sorry." > > > > "I'll live" he said wincing, "Are we getting out > of here then?" he glanced > > towards the headset. > > > > "That's the plan, Jethro help him would you? I can > walk..." > > Jethro obliged putting her down. She slumped a little as he put her down, assessing the damage. Everything ached, and she made a mental note to try and avoid getting shot again. She needed sleep and painkillers and a hot bath, if she could possibly work out how to deal with the bandage on her arm. Putting one foot in front of the other was a effort but she was determined to get to the vehicle by herself. > Something wasn't > right with this scene, > Johnathan sounded possessive, jealous to see another > holding her. He was > going to have to talk to her later... having slept > with this man or not > is her matter, but the moment he became a case, it > was information > relevant to that case. It was not going to be easy > though, he knew that, > approach it wrong and she would feel threatened, do > more harm than good. > He would have to wait and handle it later, after he > had, had time to > think. > > He stepped over to Johnathan, took his good hand and > helped the man up, > letting him lean on his shoulder. "Hang on buddy, > we'll get you out of > here.", then he called out, "Bill can you take > Terry, we'll send the > first driver for Morganis. Come on people let's move > we got injured > guardians." Jonathon put two and two together and made twenty. "Guardians? You must be Jethro Sullivan then?" he remembered the phone call. Joy was sleeping with this guy then, what the fuck was she doing? Exactly how free with her body was the girl? Well if she was prepared to sleep him as well as with a vampire then he didn't much care, they were disease free, so it wasn't going to affect him so long as their previous arrangement still applied, and anyway she owed him big time. He wondered how many fucks he got for having a nail hammered through his hand, then having it ripped out? Well it would be interesting finding out. "Did you get them all? They're a vicious bunch of thugs." He'd really wanted to give Harrison a good knee in the balls, but the bastard was dead. Well he was sure there were other Posse who he could take his anger out on. How was he going to work? How was he going to type? He wanted to examine his hand and see how much damage there was but it was all wrapped up, Christ he hoped they had a competent doctor. Tag ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk Tue Jul 6 11:12:45 2004 From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Chaos at the Motel Message-ID: <20040706101245.15156.qmail@web25207.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> OOC - Ooops - I'll adding in sentences in the right place this time He looked back at her severely. "The only thing > I'm > > rushing is getting > > my people to a doctor... I merely offered to be > nice > > to you Joy, I > > rather think we've established that, that is my > > style." he gave a hug as > > he held her there, "you don't need to be afraid > > here... the fear is back > > there, you are not... you came back." > > Joy kicked herself, she had to stop fucking things > up. > She had to just relax and trust Jethro but she > didn't > know how to. It was so alien a concept to her that > someone could actually want to be nice to her > without > an ulterior motive that she didn't know how to react > when it happened. She didn't want to annoy Jethro, > to > push him away, but it just kind of happened. > > Opening up was just so horribly difficult. A huge > internal dichotomy was raging inside her. She had to > accept that she felt something for him, but if she > gave him a part of herself then that would be less > of > her, and so much of her was submerged anyway that > she > was frightened she would just disappear. If she > drove > him away everything would be so much simpler. She > could just continue to function as TeamJoy, it would > hurt her already, but getting out now would hurt her > less than staying and it all going wrong later. But > she felt safest in his arms, and she so wanted to be > safe. > > Inside she could feel the black stuff laughing at > her > as some of the part that had slipped free slid back. > > > > Barely audible, even to Vampire ears, the > buzzing > > > of a voice could be heard from the headset, > laying > > > > next to Harrison's corpse. > > > > > > Jonathon's eyes opened and he groaned - really > > things were better when he > > > was unconscious. He saw Joy being carried out by > a > > bare-chested man. "Joy!" > > > he said. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" > > > > > > "I'm okay" she replied, gesturing to Jethro to > put > > her down. "Your hand...? > > > I'm so sorry." > > > > > > "I'll live" he said wincing, "Are we getting out > > of here then?" he glanced > > > towards the headset. > > > > > > "That's the plan, Jethro help him would you? I > can > > walk..." > > > > Jethro obliged putting her down. > > She slumped a little as he put her down, assessing > the > damage. Everything ached, and she made a mental note > to try and avoid getting shot again. She needed > sleep > and painkillers and a hot bath, if she could > possibly > work out how to deal with the bandage on her arm. > Putting one foot in front of the other was a effort > but she was determined to get to the vehicle by > herself. > She staggered after them, limbs leaden and slow. > > > Something wasn't > > right with this scene, > > Johnathan sounded possessive, jealous to see > another > > holding her. He was > > going to have to talk to her later... having slept > > with this man or not > > is her matter, but the moment he became a case, it > > was information > > relevant to that case. It was not going to be easy > > though, he knew that, > > approach it wrong and she would feel threatened, > do > > more harm than good. > > He would have to wait and handle it later, after > he > > had, had time to > > think. > > > > He stepped over to Johnathan, took his good hand > and > > helped the man up, > > letting him lean on his shoulder. "Hang on buddy, > > we'll get you out of > > here.", then he called out, "Bill can you take > > Terry, we'll send the > > first driver for Morganis. Come on people let's > move > > we got injured > > guardians." > > Jonathon put two and two together and made twenty. > "Guardians? You must be Jethro Sullivan then?" he > remembered the phone call. Joy was sleeping with > this > guy then, what the fuck was she doing? Exactly how > free with her body was the girl? Well if she was > prepared to sleep him as well as with a vampire then > he didn't much care, they were disease free, so it > wasn't going to affect him so long as their previous > arrangement still applied, and anyway she owed him > big > time. He wondered how many fucks he got for having a > nail hammered through his hand, then having it > ripped > out? Well it would be interesting finding out. > > "Did you get them all? They're a vicious bunch of > thugs." He'd really wanted to give Harrison a good > knee in the balls, but the bastard was dead. Well he > was sure there were other Posse who he could take > his > anger out on. How was he going to work? How was he > going to type? He wanted to examine his hand and see > how much damage there was but it was all wrapped up, > Christ he hoped they had a competent doctor. > > Tag ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk Tue Jul 6 12:03:42 2004 From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Getting the bloody hell out of dodge [Tag hotel peeps] In-Reply-To: <1089102776.14681.35.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040706110342.27371.qmail@web25207.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Jethro was a little more relieved. > "Right, Bill, you, Terry and the three of us will go > with Fitzpatrick, > Shawn, you take Morganis and Marie." > Jethro replied as he came into the room, carrying > Johnathan by his > shoulder. As Jethro carried Jonathon towards the door with Joy trailing along behind them a huge teddy bear of a man with red hair and beard came in to join them. He acknowledged Jethro with a nod "Commander" and then moved behind the two men to try to help Joy. She shied away as he offered her his arm. "I can manage - thank you." He shrugged, "Only trying to help, Maam" there was a faint hint of a Irish accent there. He moved back ahead of them and held the doors for them, leading them to his van, which was in considerably better condition than Evan's. It had been fitted out like a people carrier inside with multiple seats, these could have held half a dozen with no problem, the rear windows filled with solid metal. Those remaining appeared to have been treated with some sort of tint to repel light from outside entering, and there was a added door in the bulkhead allowing the driver to relocate into the sealed compartment and seal himself inside. Jonathon slumped down onto a triple seat and patted the seat beside him. "Sit here will you Joy and tell me what's going on, you look like you're struggling there?" he watched Jethro out of the corner of his eye looking to see his reaction. She sat down as far away from him on the seat as she could. "I don't want to risk hurting your hand further, have you got a first aid kit?" she called out to the big fluffy man. "Of course, we couldn't run a service for the Guardians and not have them." Fitzpatrick passed it to her, "Do you need some help there, we're all trained first response as well?" "Be my guest" she said, moving away to sit further away, breathing a small sigh of relief. Jonathon scowled and held his hand out to the driver ungraciously. Tag ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Jul 6 12:44:44 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Chaos Motel Message-ID: <20040706114444.74059.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> From ajventer at gmail.com Tue Jul 6 18:19:58 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040706004842.023fb850@mail.comcast.net> References: <7f39e5bc04070512426da8fd48@mail.gmail.com> <6.1.0.6.0.20040705141419.02460d08@mail.comcast.net> <1089100948.14681.10.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040706001520.024015d0@mail.comcast.net> <1089102776.14681.35.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040706004842.023fb850@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0407061019c888e98@mail.gmail.com> > >Morganis just let his head sag. The good guys were there, well the guys > >anyway. Al for his part leaned down by Marie, fully discorporate so only > >she could hear him. "Fuckin' moron australians. Still a rides a ride" he said > > ~Something like that.~ Marie wasn't at all confident in this new > face. She'd never met him before, and while the accent was always cute she > was rather wishing for folks she trusted tonight. In this city it was a > short list. The southern woman looked up at Shawn, murmuring > softly. "Thanks for the assist. If you wanna take his legs I think we can > get him out of here." The arrangement had nothing to do with who had the > most strength, and likely should have been reversed, except that she knew > where he was bleeding and wanted to try to keep the pressure on as they > moved. She shifted her arms to prepare for carrying a load, the movement > reopening the cut on her arm, which leaked blood in a slow > trickle. "Whenever you're ready." Shawn grabbed Morgan's feet and lifted him. "Sorry boyo, this maht hart but no worries mate they'll get ya sorted right as a blahdie sarfar in sydney harbar soon's we get ya back." "Raght dahn leedle lahdie shall we move him." As they moved Morganis he pulled a face from the pain of his wound's tearing, but he was determined not to groan. "What do you think I am man, a fucking crocodile ? Try not to twist so much down there *mate*" he cursed. At least his upper body was being carried steadilly. "Sorry bawt that mate, we got kits in da van so just hahng arn soons we get dahr." Morganis just glared down at him. Who was this guy ? Al floating invisibly next to Marie whispered. "The ghosts are staying back, their letting us go, I figure they reckon they would rather try when the odds are better." Finally they got to the van. While it was built along the same style as the other one, that was where the similiarity ended. The insides were littered with trinkets, animal furs and empty beer cans. A huge hunting rifle was hanging from a mount on the side wall. "Lay 'im dahn on da carch that side, lessee them wounds then. " The Australian yanked out the biggest pocket knife Morgan had ever seen, flicked the blade open and cut his shirt away. "Leedel lahdie hand me that first aid kit over dahr. I carnt drahve with him lahk dis, we need to dress these wounds fahrst, and we better make it quick oi mate." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From jenarey at comcast.net Tue Jul 6 19:49:56 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... Message-ID: <070620041849.20013.40EAF4540004E42E00004E2D2200750744970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Morganis just glared down at him. Who was this guy? Al floating invisibly next to Marie whispered. "The ghosts are staying back, their letting us go, I figure they reckon they would rather try when the odds are better." Marie nodded to thin air. ~Just as well. I didn't exactly want to pick a fight tonight. Maybe some other time when my mind is all in one place and not exhausted.~ It struck Marie as amusing that Al whispered to her. Meg had always just spoke into her mind and didn't care if it bothered Marie or not. Finally they got to the van. While it was built along the same style as the other one, that was where the similiarity ended. The insides were littered with trinkets, animal furs and empty beer cans. A huge hunting rifle was hanging from a mount on the side wall. "Lay 'im dahn on da carch that side, lessee them wounds then. " The Australian yanked out the biggest pocket knife Morgan had ever seen, flicked the blade open and cut his shirt away. "Leedel lahdie hand me that first aid kit over dahr. I carnt drahve with him lahk dis, we need to dress these wounds fahrst, and we better make it quick oi mate." Marie glanced over the van, blinking slowly. They really needed to get some kind of standard in transport. This was...nuts. As the bandages came away she tried not to wince at the hole in Morgan's chest. It looked better than it had, but still painful. Her own wounds were ignored as she fished for the first aid kit. It was one of the big medical kits like EMTs carried, which she was glad to see. For a moment she had feared that it'd be a camping kit, or something likewise too small to be useful. She tugged the kit over, murmuring softly. "How can I help?" From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Jul 7 00:02:37 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Things to do In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040701225223.0243b2c8@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <20040706230237.99600.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> Jena wrote: >>Muse tilted her head, confused by what had just transpired. She hadn't even really been aware of other critters in the walls, much less so close to her kitchen. ~I'm...fine...~ She shook her head, peering at Ratso. ~What...what was all of that about?~ She kept the question quiet, not wanting to cause any other problems if she could avoid it.<< Ratso hesitated before answering her. ~Well...it's like dis, see. When da commander found me, I was caught in a rat trap in da sewer. After he got me out, he cleaned all da uddah traps outa dere, too. Dey was catchin' da Rat King's people just like me, and he -- da King -- agreed ta help da commander out. His people go EVERYwhere. If day hear sumtin', day come ta me, an I get da info, an I pass it on, see? Oh, an...we give 'em food an stuff, too. Don't worry, it's separate from your stuff. I order it, an' it comes straight ta me, so day ain't takin' chow you order for us.~ OOC: Finally getting to the backlog, but I'm terribly far behind. I'll try to catch up over the next couple of days. :) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Jul 7 00:07:26 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Slow Departure (Follows Fast Response) [Tag Damien, Sam, Grey Wolf , Natalia] In-Reply-To: <20040630120200.74793.qmail@web53104.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040706230726.27591.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>Evan switched his minds aim, reaching out for the edge of the Cody's conciousness. ~Hi there, don't worry mate, were taking yer somewhere safe, we're the friendly ones.~<< Cody cocked his head to one side, confused by the voice in his head. It didn't seem to be a threat, so he didn't become too alarmed. > The dog made his way to the back where the > vampire sat with the grey wolf. He sniffed at the > wolf and whimpered a little, then licked its ear. > He knew where his primary responsibility was, > though, so he returned to Sam. Crawling back to the > front, he curled up at his young master's feet. >>~E's 'ad a tough night. 'Avin you aroun' 's gonna 'elp 'im aht, that's fer sure.~<< The dog snuffed a little, almost as if he was nodding. Two words came into Evan's mind before the creature sighed and closed his eyes -- ~Thank you.~ >Seeing Reilly with Gabe, Evan started up the van, a billow of grey smoke puffing out the exhaust as the engine caught. "All aboard the 'kin skylark." Shifting in to gear he selected first and slid the back of the van around the lawn before bumping back down the kerb on to the street.< No tag -- trying to catch up From zeldasdawnawakening at hotmail.com Wed Jul 7 04:12:14 2004 From: zeldasdawnawakening at hotmail.com (Darian Noblesse) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Timestamps Message-ID: Hi! My time says 11:05 pm Eastern Standard Time> Zee >From: "Sue Lee" >Reply-To: gotc@lists.herald.co.uk >To: >Subject: RE: [GOTC] Timestamps >Date: Tue, 6 Jul 2004 09:16:29 +0100 > >So can I please request everyone to make sure that >both your computer clock and timezone is correctly >set up ? Yes Mik, that means you :) > > >Gah! Outraged of Royal Tunbridge Wells... > >But you live in Maidstone. Tunbridge Wells is at least 10 miles away, and >anyway Claire and I are probably the only ones to understand that. > > >I'll have you know our computer clocks are all >synchronised automatically by the central servers so >they are within 5 minutes of being accurate to the >central atomic clock. *And* my timezones are all >correct for where the computer is... now, where the >email account is, that's a different question :-) > >But seriously, AJ, I have noticed that pretty much all >of your posts have been arriving after posts from >anyone else. I do all of my gaming emails through >yahoo directly on the web, so it's kind of at the >mercy of the internet :-) . > >On this one I have to agree with Mik, everyone else's come in in sequence, >except for yours AJ which are younger than they are according to Yahoo mail. >But they go in the right sequence into my btmail and appear correctly on the >archive. Freaky Geeky problem... > >S >_______________________________________________ >GOTC mailing list >GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk >http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Get tips for maintaining your PC, notebook accessories and reviews in Technology 101. From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Wed Jul 7 11:18:07 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Timestamps In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040707101807.55855.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com> > Hi! > My time says 11:05 pm Eastern Standard Time> > Zee Why does this make me think of a Goon Show sketch... ;-) Mik. ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Jul 7 14:08:49 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Synchronise your watches Message-ID: <1089205729.8484.12.camel@DS9> Right, I'm going to refrain from posting today, so Kathy can have a chance to catch up as she has important characters in all the active threads. Once she is back on track, well get all vehicles back to HQ, for the sake of posterity, by utterly fair and random decision based on prejudice Evan will be the last to arrive, and the doors will close behind him as the sun rises :) So be prepared for dawn shortly after on or on your separate arrivals. We have had a lot of nighttime, and it's time for the lycans to get some human screen time again, they got another two full moon nights ahead after all. Ciao A.J. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Jul 7 12:12:42 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery (Jay/Jessie) In-Reply-To: <1089013915.23393.11.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040707111242.50050.qmail@web40507.mail.yahoo.com> > > > > He became aware of a scuffling of feet, of a voice > > talking, and the > > familiar sound of a walkie-talkie responding. > > "Who's there ?" he asked groaning with the effort of > > squeezing air from his tortured lungs. > > "Maxine Cabrini, security guard and a friend of Dr > Marcus, something you might want to consider before > trying anything clever," Maxine stood slightly out of > Jay's reach and made no effort to hide the .38, "the > police are on their way, you sit tight." > > >From outside the sounds of approaching sirens could be > heard. >>Jay just lolled his head toward her, his vision still blurry from everything. How the hell was he going to explain this one ? Best to just stick to the verifiable bits. "So were we, colleagues at any rate, we didn't kill him. The same guy who did, tried to kill us in there." He shivered visibly, best not to say anything more right now. He couldn't think straight yet. Too much pain.<< Jessie stroked his head gently. "Shh. Don't move." She looked up at the security guard. "How could we possibly lock ourselves in there? That door was locked from the outside. And I know it was getting colder, too. How did we manage that? I don't know how to explain it, but we're victims here, too." As her body warmed and she was able to think a little more clearly, Jessie was trying to keep herself together. She would mourn Dr. Marcus later. Right now, she had to get Jay to medical attention. Tag? OOC: I'm answering these as I get to them, so if you've moved beyond something, feel free to bypass some of my posts... From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Jul 7 12:40:25 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Timestamps In-Reply-To: <1089101498.14681.13.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040707114026.98401.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> Mine's cprrect for my timezone... Kat "A.J. Venter" wrote: Hi all, it seems that some mailservers out there will backque mail that appears to have been sent in the future until the time on it's timestamp. The result is that some of us end up getting mail out of sync (seeing replies before the posts), sadly there is no option to restamp messages on the list-server side, so can I please request everyone to make sure that both your computer clock and timezone is correctly set up ? Yes Mik, that means you :) Ciao A.J. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) _______________________________________________ GOTC mailing list GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Wed Jul 7 12:44:01 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Synchronise your watches In-Reply-To: <1089205729.8484.12.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040707114401.41312.qmail@web53104.mail.yahoo.com> > Right, I'm going to refrain from posting today, so > Kathy can have a chance to catch up as she has > important characters in all the active threads. Seems fair. Kat, any reactions to talk from Jessie will have got a stoney 'just doing my job, don't push it' stare from Max. > Once she is back on track, well get all vehicles > back to HQ, for the sake of posterity, by utterly > fair and random decision based on prejudice Evan > will be the last to arrive, and the doors will close > behind him as the sun rises :) No worries on him being last (he got lost after all) I'd prefer if he managed to get them home *safely before* Sun Rise rather than barely, while he's an ignorant git when behind the wheel he is serious about the safety of his fellow Guardians and would actually stop and ask directions if it meant the difference between getting them home in good time or racing the dawn... Mik. ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Jul 7 14:51:24 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Synchronise your watches In-Reply-To: <20040707114401.41312.qmail@web53104.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040707114401.41312.qmail@web53104.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089208284.8484.15.camel@DS9> On Wed, 2004-07-07 at 11:44, Mik Reed wrote: > > Right, I'm going to refrain from posting today, so > > Kathy can have a chance to catch up as she has > > important characters in all the active threads. > > Seems fair. Kat, any reactions to talk from Jessie > will have got a stoney 'just doing my job, don't push > it' stare from Max. > > > Once she is back on track, well get all vehicles > > back to HQ, for the sake of posterity, by utterly > > fair and random decision based on prejudice Evan > > will be the last to arrive, and the doors will close > > behind him as the sun rises :) > > No worries on him being last (he got lost after all) > I'd prefer if he managed to get them home *safely > before* Sun Rise rather than barely, while he's an > ignorant git when behind the wheel he is serious about > the safety of his fellow Guardians and would actually > stop and ask directions if it meant the difference > between getting them home in good time or racing the > dawn... Yeah... but I was kina hoping to have Steph human when Damien got back :) Still I don't want you to have to play OOC, perhaps they can be delayed by something outside his control ? like a flat tyre in need of changing first ? On that van, it's certainly not unlikely :) -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Wed Jul 7 12:56:29 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (clare.mn@ntlworld.com) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Synchronise your watches Message-ID: <20040707115753.GCQX19746.mta01-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.100 .68]> oooh goodie - time to wake up and meet the rest of the team. Clare > > From: "A.J. Venter" > Date: 2004/07/07 Wed PM 01:08:49 GMT > To: GOTC > Subject: [GOTC] Synchronise your watches > > Right, I'm going to refrain from posting today, so Kathy can have a > chance to catch up as she has important characters in all the active > threads. > > Once she is back on track, well get all vehicles back to HQ, > for the sake of posterity, by utterly fair and random decision based on > prejudice Evan will be the last to arrive, > and the doors will close behind him as the sun rises :) > > So be prepared for dawn shortly after on or on your separate arrivals. > We have had a lot of nighttime, and it's time for the lycans to get some > human screen time again, they got another two full moon nights ahead > after all. > > Ciao > A.J. > > > -- > "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is > noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. > A.J. Venter > DireqLearn Tech Guru > www.direqlearn.org > http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) > http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) > http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc > ----------------------------------------- Email provided by http://www.ntlhome.com/ From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Jul 7 13:17:10 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery (Jay/Jessie) In-Reply-To: <20040705103218.69572.qmail@web53107.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040707121710.9870.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>He looked at the pair of suspects, shivering on the corridor floor and back to the medics. "You'll be wanting to get these two in to a hospital I guess. I'll send one of my men with you, they are to be kept under armed guard." His voice was strong with a slight hint of Irish brogue, inherited from his mothers side of the family. He turned to Max, "Maxine isn't it? Can you show me the murder scene and talk me through what you know?" With that, the two started to walk off, the uniformed officers from the second patrol car taking over the guard duty.<< Maxine led the detective into the refrigerator. She walked just a little straighter than usual. She wanted to be on the force, and impressing this guy with her professionalism wouldn't hurt. "I'm afraid I don't know much, sir. I was finishing my rounds when I noticed that the door to this unit was locked. Someone had shoved a piece of metal through this pinhole here. It's an older unit. Most of the new ones don't have that hole for just this reason." She pointed out the hole in the door handle, along with the metal on the ground. "I did have to touch it to remove it. Didn't know what I was dealing with at the time." Then she led him into the unit itself. "Normally isn't this cold. I checked, and the temp's been turned way down. I didn't change it, so any prints there should be good. The corpses...well, these were in here already." She indicated all but Dr. Marcus. "I'm not sure how or why they were pulled off the gurneys and torn up like that." She walked over to the corpse of the pathologist. "He was alive at about 10:30 or 11. That's the last time I saw him. He said he was going to be meeting someone, and to let them through when they came. I guess he meant the man and the woman in the freezer. I must have been on rounds when they came in, because I don't remember seeing them. "If they killed him, why cut him up after they stabbed him? And what happened to them? How'd they get beat up like that? That's what I can't figure out." Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Jul 7 13:20:45 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery (Jay/Jessie) In-Reply-To: <1089031607.29600.9.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040707122045.40930.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: >>The paramedics loaded Jessie and Jay onto gurney's, and began to wheel them down the hall. In a side hallway Dalore leaned on his his broom, his eyes glittering. He grinned to himself as he felt the empty syringe in his pocket. He was invigorated, he had been right there with that death, and it had been a healthy young man with plenty of life force. Jay's gurney was in front behind them came Jessie's and a policeman walked along behind him, as they rounded a corner the policeman was momentarily obscured from view, the paramedic leaned down quickly over Jessie. "Don't worry my lovely, I haven't forgotten about you..." he whispered with a sly laugh, and there was that undertone again, the one she had heard in Marcus's voice...<< "Oh, my God," Jessie whispered, the terror rising in her throat. She screamed for all she was worth. They'd probably lock her up in the loony bin, but it'd be worth it. At least she'd be alive. "Help me! Don't touch me!" She struggled to get off the gurney. tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Jul 7 13:23:05 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Chaos at the Motel In-Reply-To: <1089100061.14681.8.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040707122305.6628.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: >>He stepped over to Johnathan, took his good hand and helped the man up, letting him lean on his shoulder. "Hang on buddy, we'll get you out of here.", then he called out, "Bill can you take Terry, we'll send the first driver for Morganis. Come on people let's move we got injured guardians."<< "Will do, Commander." Bill picked up Terry and carried her to the waiting vehicles. She did not struggle or cry out, just continued to shake uncontrollably. no tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Jul 7 13:25:47 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Getting the bloody hell out of dodge [Tag hotel peeps] In-Reply-To: <20040706110342.27371.qmail@web25207.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040707122547.59929.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> Queen or tart wrote: >>As Jethro carried Jonathon towards the door with Joy trailing along behind them a huge teddy bear of a man with red hair and beard came in to join them. He acknowledged Jethro with a nod "Commander" and then moved behind the two men to try to help Joy. She shied away as he offered her his arm. "I can manage - thank you." He shrugged, "Only trying to help, Maam" there was a faint hint of a Irish accent there. He moved back ahead of them and held the doors for them, leading them to his van, which was in considerably better condition than Evan's. It had been fitted out like a people carrier inside with multiple seats, these could have held half a dozen with no problem, the rear windows filled with solid metal. Those remaining appeared to have been treated with some sort of tint to repel light from outside entering, and there was a added door in the bulkhead allowing the driver to relocate into the sealed compartment and seal himself inside. Jonathon slumped down onto a triple seat and patted the seat beside him. "Sit here will you Joy and tell me what's going on, you look like you're struggling there?" he watched Jethro out of the corner of his eye looking to see his reaction. She sat down as far away from him on the seat as she could. "I don't want to risk hurting your hand further, have you got a first aid kit?" she called out to the big fluffy man. "Of course, we couldn't run a service for the Guardians and not have them." Fitzpatrick passed it to her, "Do you need some help there, we're all trained first response as well?" "Be my guest" she said, moving away to sit further away, breathing a small sigh of relief. Jonathon scowled and held his hand out to the driver ungraciously. << Bill set Terry gently in one of the seats and strapped her in. "Maybe just sedation for this one, Shawn. No physical injuries that I can see, but she's not doing so well." Bill turned to Sullivan. "If you could send a human or were for my car in the morning, I'd appreciate it..." Tag From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Jul 7 15:35:26 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Getting the bloody hell out of dodge [Tag hotel peeps] In-Reply-To: <20040707122547.59929.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040707122547.59929.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089210926.23343.1.camel@DS9> > "Be my guest" she said, moving away to sit further > away, breathing a small sigh of relief. > > Jonathon scowled and held his hand out to the driver > ungraciously. << > > Bill set Terry gently in one of the seats and strapped her in. "Maybe just sedation for this one, Shawn. No physical injuries that I can see, but she's not doing so well." > > Bill turned to Sullivan. "If you could send a human or were for my car in the morning, I'd appreciate it..." > > Tag OOC: Little GM's correction, this is not Shawn's van, that's Fitzpatrick :) No biggie tho, everyone just pretend that she said Fizpatrick instead of Shawn :) -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk Wed Jul 7 13:42:09 2004 From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Getting the bloody hell out of dodge [Tag hotel peeps] In-Reply-To: <20040707122547.59929.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040707124209.58304.qmail@web25206.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Bill set Terry gently in one of the seats and > strapped her in. "Maybe just sedation for this one, > Shawn. No physical injuries that I can see, but > she's not doing so well." > > Bill turned to Sullivan. "If you could send a human > or were for my car in the morning, I'd appreciate > it..." The sound of an explosion in the direction of the motel sent Joy out to look at what was happening. Jonathon stayed in the van, as Fitzpatrick applied a pressure bandage to his hand. It looked like the Chevy Blazer parked by the reception had just blown up. "Some kind of remote device do you think?" she asked, then went back into the van and sat as far away from Terry as was physically possible. Tag ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Wed Jul 7 18:14:14 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Synchronise your watches In-Reply-To: <1089208284.8484.15.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040707171414.62456.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com> > Still I don't want you to have to play OOC, perhaps > they can be delayed by something outside his > control ? like a flat tyre in need of changing > first ? On that van, it's certainly not unlikely :) OK, how about an accident way ahead of them in the Crosslink tunnel? Either they have to sit there until it's clear, or Evan takes them out against traffic (like he'd care!) and uses a different route? Mik. ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Wed Jul 7 18:29:20 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery (Jay/Jessie/Max) In-Reply-To: <20040707121710.9870.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040707172920.9996.qmail@web53103.mail.yahoo.com> >> of the family. He turned to Max, "Maxine isn't it? >> Can you show me the murder scene and talk me through >> what you know?" With that, the two started to walk >> off, the uniformed officers from the second patrol >> car taking over the guard duty. > "I'm afraid I don't know much, sir. I was finishing > my rounds when I noticed that the door to this unit > was locked. Someone had shoved a piece of metal > through this pinhole here. It's an older unit. > Most of the new ones don't have that hole for just > this reason." She pointed out the hole in the door > handle, along with the metal on the ground. "I did > have to touch it to remove it. Didn't know what I > was dealing with at the time." The detective looked at the 'lock' and, pulling an evidence bag from his pocket, picked up the metal from the floor, "no problem Max, it's what any of us would have done. I'll bag this anyway, you'll be amazed what the lab guys can get nowadays." > Then she led him into the unit itself. "Normally > isn't this cold. I checked, and the temp's been > turned way down. I didn't change it, so any prints > there should be good. The corpses...well, these > were in here already." She indicated all but Dr. > Marcus. "I'm not sure how or why they were pulled > off the gurneys and torn up like that." "Hmm, you'd be amazed, some of the freaks you come across in this line of work." > She walked over to the corpse of the pathologist. > "He was alive at about 10:30 or 11. That's the last > time I saw him. He said he was going to be meeting > someone, and to let them through when they came. I > guess he meant the man and the woman in the freezer. > I must have been on rounds when they came in, > because I don't remember seeing them. > "If they killed him, why cut him up after they > stabbed him? And what happened to them? How'd they > get beat up like that? That's what I can't figure > out." Detective Denton gave Max a quizical look, "I know you people here keep odd hours, but a meeting at almost midnight, that not strike you as a little strange? I don't know about desecrating the corpses like that, but I think I'll have my people make sure these two are in a ward with a nice view of the sunrise. Let's see if that gets a reaction from them." The look he gave Max was suggestive, but she wasn't sure what of. Then the noise of screaming could be heard from the hallway. "Uhoh, looks like we've got action, you know how to use that piece Maxine? Follow me and keep tight," his service issue already in his hand he let training take over and started to move towards the ruckass, checking his way as he went. [tags] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From jenarey at comcast.net Thu Jul 8 02:53:56 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Things to do In-Reply-To: <20040706230237.99600.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> References: <6.1.0.6.0.20040701225223.0243b2c8@mail.comcast.net> <20040706230237.99600.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040707195026.024577b8@mail.comcast.net> >Ratso hesitated before answering her. ~Well...it's like dis, see. When >da commander found me, I was caught in a rat trap in da sewer. After he >got me out, he cleaned all da uddah traps outa dere, too. Dey was >catchin' da Rat King's people just like me, and he -- da King -- agreed ta >help da commander out. His people go EVERYwhere. If day hear sumtin', >day come ta me, an I get da info, an I pass it on, see? Oh, an...we give >'em food an stuff, too. Don't worry, it's separate from your stuff. I >order it, an' it comes straight ta me, so day ain't takin' chow you order >for us.~ Muse was quiet for a long time before she nodded. It was another moment that reminded her that she wasn't a Guardian...just the person that fed them. There were ratkind living in their walls, being part of the team and she didn't even know it. She never knew anything. She tried hard not to let it affect her and nudged Ratso towards the opening where they could hear Chambers. At the moment she would rather face Stephanie, at least she knew how to handle that. From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Jul 8 03:24:23 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery (Jay/Jessie/Max) In-Reply-To: <20040707172920.9996.qmail@web53103.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040708022423.83079.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>Detective Denton gave Max a quizical look, "I know you people here keep odd hours, but a meeting at almost midnight, that not strike you as a little strange? I don't know about desecrating the corpses like that, but I think I'll have my people make sure these two are in a ward with a nice view of the sunrise. Let's see if that gets a reaction from them." The look he gave Max was suggestive, but she wasn't sure what of. Then the noise of screaming could be heard from the hallway. "Uhoh, looks like we've got action, you know how to use that piece Maxine? Follow me and keep tight," his service issue already in his hand he let training take over and started to move towards the ruckass, checking his way as he went.<< Max had planned on answering Denton, but the blood-curdling scream squashed that idea. She pulled out her sidearm, flicked off the safety, and followed, weapon pointed ahead of her but to the side of Denton. "Yes, sir." She checked behind them occasionally as they made their way to the source of the scream. Tag Denton, all From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Jul 8 03:34:41 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Things to do In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040707195026.024577b8@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <20040708023441.42949.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> Jena wrote: >>Muse was quiet for a long time before she nodded. It was another moment that reminded her that she wasn't a Guardian...just the person that fed them. There were ratkind living in their walls, being part of the team and she didn't even know it. She never knew anything. She tried hard not to let it affect her and nudged Ratso towards the opening where they could hear Chambers. At the moment she would rather face Stephanie, at least she knew how to handle that.<< Ratso led her to the exit. Once in the pantry, he waited for Muse. ~Is...is sumtin' wrong? Did I mess up again? Please tell me, sos I won't make you sad.~ From zeldasdawnawakening at hotmail.com Thu Jul 8 03:59:15 2004 From: zeldasdawnawakening at hotmail.com (Darian Noblesse) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Timestamps Message-ID: And here I was going for the.."nudge nudge wink wink, say no more.." theme. :) Zee >From: Mik Reed >Reply-To: gotc@lists.herald.co.uk >To: gotc@lists.herald.co.uk >Subject: RE: [GOTC] Timestamps >Date: Wed, 7 Jul 2004 11:18:07 +0100 (BST) > > > Hi! > > My time says 11:05 pm Eastern Standard Time> > > Zee > >Why does this make me think of a Goon Show sketch... >;-) > >Mik. > > > > > >___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com >_______________________________________________ >GOTC mailing list >GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk >http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc ------------------------------------------------------------------------ FREE pop-up blocking with the new MSN Toolbar  get it now! From jenarey at comcast.net Thu Jul 8 05:01:34 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Things to do In-Reply-To: <20040708023441.42949.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> References: <6.1.0.6.0.20040707195026.024577b8@mail.comcast.net> <20040708023441.42949.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040707210752.02420920@mail.comcast.net> > >>Muse was quiet for a long time before she nodded. It was another moment > that reminded her that she wasn't a Guardian...just the person that fed > them. There were ratkind living in their walls, being part of the team > and she didn't even know it. She never knew anything. She tried hard not > to let it affect her and nudged Ratso towards the opening where they > could hear Chambers. At the moment she would rather face Stephanie, at > least she knew how to handle that.<< > >Ratso led her to the exit. Once in the pantry, he waited for >Muse. ~Is...is sumtin' wrong? Did I mess up again? Please tell me, sos >I won't make you sad.~ She skittered out, making her way to a slightly higher shelf. ~It's nothing. Just...lots of thinking.~ Her nose twitched as she saw Chambers and the cheese he carried. ~I find that for all my time here there are...a lot of things I don't know.~ The white mouse settled on the shelf, resting her head on her forepaws. ~It likely do..doesn't matter.~ From zeldasdawnawakening at hotmail.com Thu Jul 8 04:58:25 2004 From: zeldasdawnawakening at hotmail.com (Darian Noblesse) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Timestamps Message-ID: blah!! make that - "wink wink nudge nudge -- say no more!!" I should be shot for butchering MP - ack! the horrors. :) Zee >From: "Darian Noblesse" >Reply-To: gotc@lists.herald.co.uk >To: gotc@lists.herald.co.uk >Subject: RE: [GOTC] Timestamps >Date: Thu, 08 Jul 2004 02:59:15 +0000 > >And here I was going for the.."nudge nudge wink wink, say no more.." >theme. > >:) Zee > > >From: Mik Reed >Reply-To: gotc@lists.herald.co.uk > >To: gotc@lists.herald.co.uk >Subject: RE: [GOTC] Timestamps >Date: Wed, >7 Jul 2004 11:18:07 +0100 (BST) > > > Hi! > > My time says 11:05 >pm Eastern Standard Time> > > Zee > >Why does this make me think of a >Goon Show sketch... >;-) > >Mik. > > > > > > >___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW >Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself >http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com > >_______________________________________________ >GOTC mailing list > >GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk >http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc > >------------------------------------------------------------------------ > >FREE pop-up blocking with the new MSN Toolbar  get it now! >_______________________________________________ >GOTC mailing list >GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk >http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc ------------------------------------------------------------------------ MSN Life Events gives you the tips and tools to handle the turning points in your life. From ajventer at direqlearn.org Thu Jul 8 08:51:08 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Synchronise your watches In-Reply-To: <20040707171414.62456.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040707171414.62456.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089273068.16963.1.camel@DS9> On Wed, 2004-07-07 at 17:14, Mik Reed wrote: > > Still I don't want you to have to play OOC, perhaps > > they can be delayed by something outside his > > control ? like a flat tyre in need of changing > > first ? On that van, it's certainly not unlikely :) > > OK, how about an accident way ahead of them in the > Crosslink tunnel? Either they have to sit there until > it's clear, or Evan takes them out against traffic > (like he'd care!) and uses a different route? That works, can I leave it in your capable hands ? Ciao A.J. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Thu Jul 8 08:57:32 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery (Jay/Jessie/Max) In-Reply-To: <20040708022423.83079.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040708022423.83079.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089273451.17118.7.camel@DS9> > "Uhoh, looks like we've got action, you know how to > use that piece Maxine? Follow me and keep tight," his > service issue already in his hand he let training take > over and started to move towards the ruckass, checking > his way as he went.<< > > Max had planned on answering Denton, but the blood-curdling scream squashed that idea. She pulled out her sidearm, flicked off the safety, and followed, weapon pointed ahead of her but to the side of Denton. "Yes, sir." > > She checked behind them occasionally as they made their way to the source of the scream. > The 'paramedic' pulled out a syringe and pushing Jessie down plunged it down into her arm. Almost instantly the world became nothing but a blur. "Not to worry officers, just some hysterics, our lady here is in shock. I gave her a mild sedative, since she doesn't have much physical injury it should be fine." He said as the two armed people came rounding the corner. "And don't worry, it's an over the counter, paramedics can't give prescription drugs." In his halway, Dalore smiled to himself, the idea of 50 mils of acid injected straight into the blood as a mild over-the-counter sedative was just to good. tags OOC: Kathy, here's your chance to write some real angst (drug visions etc. :) ). Don't worry Dalore won't hurt them while the cops are still close by, the last thing he wants is to get more attention on himself right now. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Thu Jul 8 09:11:49 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <070620041849.20013.40EAF4540004E42E00004E2D2200750744970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> References: <070620041849.20013.40EAF4540004E42E00004E2D2200750744970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <1089274309.17118.20.camel@DS9> > "Lay 'im dahn on da carch that side, lessee them wounds then. " The Australian yanked out the biggest pocket knife Morgan had ever seen, flicked the blade open and cut his shirt away. "Leedel lahdie hand me that first aid kit over dahr. I carnt drahve with him lahk dis, we need to dress these wounds fahrst, and we better make it quick oi mate." > > Marie glanced over the van, blinking slowly. They really needed to get some kind of standard in transport. This was...nuts. As the bandages came away she tried not to wince at the hole in Morgan's chest. It looked better than it had, but still painful. Her own wounds were ignored as she fished for the first aid kit. It was one of the big medical kits like EMTs carried, which she was glad to see. For a moment she had feared that it'd be a camping kit, or something likewise too small to be useful. She tugged the kit over, murmuring softly. "How can I help?" Shawn looked at the wounds. "Hand me them iron drops, we needs ta stop da bleedin'" As he took them the phial he squeezed Morgans shoulder. "This is gonna sting mate, lots. Specially fer yer kind, but we dunna hava choice." Morgan gritted his teeth in anticipation of the pain. "Just do it okay." When the iron drops hit the wounds his hands clamped hard around the edges of the bed as he shook in extreme pain, but the blood near the wounds instantly scabbed and sealed them. As the pain subsided Shawn spoke again. "He may have silver shards left in dahr, nuffin I carn do bawt dems in hair, leedel lahdie, needs a doc wit a knife thems do. theres blood packs in the fridge back there under da XXXX's make sure he has a constant supply, it'll keep 'im good till I get yous back to yer HQ." "Yous hangs on mate, I aint never lost a passenger, do' wanna start now." Morgan grimaced, the iron drops still burning through his bloodstream. Shawn nodded, took his seat and started the van, he revved the engin into the far side of red before dropping the clutch and spinning the wheel in one go, so the van very barely within the laws of physics turned 180 degrees without visibly moving to any side, it actually looked like it had jumped and turned in mid-air. Flooring it he took off cutting corners and hopping on the sidewalks at times. The van was on two wheels at least as often as on four, but it was getting them back fast. The 'couch' Morgan laid on remained remarkably still even as the van's floor explored about a hundred thousand variations on the theme of level. A look beneath it would reveal that it was mounted on a roll-suspension system... apparently somebody had anticipated the need to keep passengers from being thrown into the sides of the vehicle which considering Shawn's driving erm... well technique but only for want of a better word ... would have been the only other possible scenario. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From jenarey at comcast.net Thu Jul 8 07:31:32 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <1089274309.17118.20.camel@DS9> References: <070620041849.20013.40EAF4540004E42E00004E2D2200750744970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> <1089274309.17118.20.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040708002632.0241dc48@mail.comcast.net> >Shawn nodded, took his seat and started the van, he revved the engin into >the far side of red before dropping the clutch and spinning the >wheel in one go, so the van very barely within the laws of physics turned >180 degrees without visibly moving to any side, it actually >looked like it had jumped and turned in mid-air. > >Flooring it he took off cutting corners and hopping on the sidewalks at >times. The van was on two wheels at least as often as on four, but it was >getting them back fast. The 'couch' Morgan laid on remained remarkably >still even as the van's floor explored about a hundred >thousand variations on the theme of level. A look beneath it would reveal >that it was mounted on a roll-suspension system... apparently >somebody had anticipated the need to keep passengers from being thrown >into the sides of the vehicle which considering Shawn's driving erm... >well technique but only for want of a better word ... would have been the >only other possible scenario. Marie, unfortunately, wasn't on as stable of a suspension system and spent the first part of the ride tumbling across the back floor before she managed to hook a hand onto the couch and anchor herself. "And to think I'd considered sleeping the night away instead of all this fun." The comment was half grumbled under her breath, and she braced herself as they flew around another corner then patched a second blood bag into the drip line. "Morgan...you okay?" The iron drops had looked like much less than her idea of fun and she was just as happy she'd not been included in Shawn's version of first aid. She grimaced as they went over another bump hard enough that it shook her teeth. ~Al...if this looney gets us killed you have my permission to hurt him a lot.~ From ajventer at direqlearn.org Thu Jul 8 09:21:22 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Getting the bloody hell out of dodge [Tag hotel peeps] In-Reply-To: <20040707124209.58304.qmail@web25206.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20040707124209.58304.qmail@web25206.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089274882.22100.29.camel@DS9> > > The sound of an explosion in the direction of the > motel sent Joy out to look at what was happening. > Jonathon stayed in the van, as Fitzpatrick applied a > pressure bandage to his hand. > > It looked like the Chevy Blazer parked by the > reception had just blown up. > > "Some kind of remote device do you think?" she asked, > then went back into the van and sat as far away from > Terry as was physically possible. "Probably" Sullivan said. "In these days of cellular phones building one is spectacularly easy. If there is someone still in there he would be very stupid to draw attention like that." He deliberately refrained from looking closely at either her or Johnathan, that was a confrontation he could not have for her, unless of course Johnathan got ...rude. "Fitzpatrick can we move please, we got injuries here." Then he knelt over Terry, and looked her over. "This will take a telepath to help if I'm any judge." He murmured before casually taking a seat smack between Johnathan and Joy. He steepled his fingers in front of him, much as they were the first time she had seen him in his office, and stared into the wall. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Thu Jul 8 08:43:16 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Getting the bloody hell out of dodge [Tag hotel peeps] In-Reply-To: <1089274882.22100.29.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <> "Commander" Joy was in enough control of herself to remember this time that they were on a mission, "I've just thought, my stuff is in Bill's car, and there's a bag of weapons on the back seat. If the Police arrive and find it there, well, I suspect there'll be trouble. More trouble I mean. Should I drive it back do you think? I don't want to hold everything up" Tag From ajventer at direqlearn.org Thu Jul 8 12:33:12 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Getting the bloody hell out of dodge [Tag hotel peeps] In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: <1089286392.22100.33.camel@DS9> > Then he knelt over Terry, and looked her over. > "This will take a telepath to help if I'm any judge." He murmured before > casually taking a seat smack between Johnathan and Joy. > He steepled his fingers in front of him, much as they were the first > time she had seen him in his office, and stared into the wall.>> > "Commander" Joy was in enough control of herself to remember this time that > they were on a mission, "I've just thought, my stuff is in Bill's car, and > there's a bag of weapons on the back seat. If the Police arrive and find it > there, well, I suspect there'll be trouble. More trouble I mean. Should I > drive it back do you think? I don't want to hold everything up" Sullivan thought for a moment. "I think so lieutenant, but I think I'll go with you, Fitzpatrick can get our injured parties back in one piece and it gives us a chance to finish the debriefing while everything is fresh, so that when we get back we can all get some much needed rest, Bill can keep everyone in here taken care off if they need any more first aid." he replied calmly. Tag Joy: Continue in: I think we need to talk Others: continue in this thread. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Thu Jul 8 11:47:19 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery (Jay/Jessie/Max) In-Reply-To: <1089273451.17118.7.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040708104719.69302.qmail@web53107.mail.yahoo.com> > The 'paramedic' pulled out a syringe and pushing > Jessie down plunged it down into her arm. Almost > instantly the world became nothing but a blur. > > "Not to worry officers, just some hysterics, our > lady here is in shock. I gave her a mild sedative, > since she doesn't have much physical injury > it should be fine." He said as the two armed people > came rounding the corner. > "And don't worry, it's an over the counter, > paramedics can't give prescription drugs." Detective Denton lowered his revolver and looked on to the uniformed officer in front of the gurneys who, looking somewhat shocked, nodded vague confirmation of the explanation. Outside two more cars were pulling up as the forensics team and more officers arrived. Detective Denton looked at Max conspiratorily "Hmm, sudden bursts of aggression, I want to watch over these two personally. Maxine, forensics will take over from here, I'll try and keep you in the loop." He looked back to the paramedics, "right, let's get these two in a wagon and off to the hospital. I have to make a phonecall, sort out some appropriate beds." He moved his attention to the uniformed officers, "men, one of you travel with me in the ambulance, the other follow on, you've got some guard duty to do tonight." As they followed the gurneys in to the back of the ambulance Detective Denton checked the loads on his revolver and as an aside to the officer about to travel with him said, "son, check your weapon and keep a hand on it, I wouldn't be suprised if these two give us trouble when they realise where they're going. Even the 'sedated' one," and he gave the word a special emphasis. [tags] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Thu Jul 8 12:15:59 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Complications [tags any in Evans van] In-Reply-To: <1089273068.16963.1.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040708111559.58377.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> As they entered the Crosslink tunnel traffic crawled to a halt. Horns could be heard from ahead and from somewhere behind them came the whine of emergency sirens. Evan joined in the cacophony on the vans horn before getting bored and sitting, watching the traffic. The clock ticked on, the smoke from exhausts slowly starting to fill the tunnel until a figure with a bright torch appeared throught he fug. A uniformed cop was motioning to people to turn off their engines, stopping to remonstrate with those that wouldn't comply immediately. Evan looked around the van, motioning the others to keep out of the way and leaned out the window. "'scuse us mate, whats the 'old up?" The officer moved across to the van, it's engine running over as it complained over being stopped, "accident, other side of the tunnel, clearing it now, should be moving in thirty minutes or so, but it'll take a while to clear the backlog. Just getting everyone to turn off the engines, don't want to choke in here." "cheers geezer," Evan announced to the officers back as he carried on down the line. He checked the clock, thirty minutes to clear the blockage, say another forty five to get through the tunnel, they weren't going to make HQ before dawn. He looked at Damien to see if the vampire had come to the same conclusion. "Elvis, we ain't gonna make 'ome before sun up and I ain't sure how much protection you need from daylight, but I don't wanna risk 'avin enough in 'ere." He let that sink in before continuing, "sorry 'bout this folks, but I'm gonna 'ave t' take some liberties if I'm gonna get matey boy 'ome before pumpkin time." The concept that Evan considered the driving he was about to do unacceptable was sufficient warning for the passengers. Checking for the whereabouts of the cop Evan started the van. The belching cloud of smoke from the exhaust initiated a fresh fanfare of horns. "'old on t' summit" Evan declared, selecting reverse and turning the steering wheel hard over. Backing the van up there was a load metallic clunk as it's rear bumper connected with the car behind, another as selecting first he continued his three point turn in to the car in front. He'd managed three more dents and one irate driver diving out of the way of the front bumper as he'd attempted to protect the side door on his Infiniti with his body. Pointing out of the tunnel, his lights on full beam, hazards flashing and ball of his hand pressed firmly down on the horn Evan started weaving through the stationary cars, picking his route with suprisingly expert skill, although only for width and obstacles. The vans horn, unwilling to remain permanently on gave a withered, goose like, honk and died. In the swathe cut through the traffic behind them wing mirrors, hub caps and the odd torn free fender littered the tarmac. After what seemed like an eternity the van emerged back out in to the night air. In front of them a couple of policemen stood behind a temporary barrier, diverting up coming traffic away from the tunnel. Hearing the roar of the van's fast approaching V8 engine they turned at the last minute to see if flash past, the barriers erupting in splinters of plastic as, hand brake on, Evan spun them on to the diversion route, tyres scrabbling for grip as they slid sideways across the tarmac. "'kin 'ell, glad we made that." Evan annouced to his passengers, a hint of boyish glee in his voice. Checking the clock he added, "wiv any luck the cops 'r too busy t' chase us dahn, wot wiv everyfing else as 'appened tonight. Should git yer in t' the basement jus' before sun up, Elvis." [tag and/or add where you see fit] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Jul 8 13:14:08 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Things to do In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040707210752.02420920@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <20040708121408.24940.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> Jena wrote: >>She skittered out, making her way to a slightly higher shelf. ~It's nothing. Just...lots of thinking.~ Her nose twitched as she saw Chambers and the cheese he carried. ~I find that for all my time here there are...a lot of things I don't know.~ The white mouse settled on the shelf, resting her head on her forepaws. ~It likely do..doesn't matter.~<< ~Me, too,~ Ratso said. ~I don't think anyone but da commander knows everything around here.~ He might have said more, but at that moment Chambers came in with his offering of cheese. "Don't you worry none, Miss Muse," he said to the white mouse as he fed her. "I got Stephanie locked in the dispensary. She can't get to you now. I know come morning Ratso will fix up that door nice and strong for you." He gently stroked her head with one finger. He then took a piece of cheese to Ratso, who gobbled it up greedily. Ratso knew there was more going on with Muse, but cheese blocked all rational thought from his mind. He waited patiently until Chambers gave him a second piece. "No more for you," Chambers said. "Dawn's coming, and I have to take Stephanie to her room and make sure she stays there. You two get some rest." After Chambers left, Rasto crawled down to the nest they'd made. ~Ya wanna get some shut-eye?~ From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Jul 8 13:25:46 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery (Jay/Jessie/Max) In-Reply-To: <20040708104719.69302.qmail@web53107.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040708122546.43746.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: > The 'paramedic' pulled out a syringe and pushing > Jessie down plunged it down into her arm. Almost > instantly the world became nothing but a blur. > > "Not to worry officers, just some hysterics, our > lady here is in shock. I gave her a mild sedative, > since she doesn't have much physical injury > it should be fine." He said as the two armed people > came rounding the corner. > "And don't worry, it's an over the counter, > paramedics can't give prescription drugs." >>Detective Denton lowered his revolver and looked on to the uniformed officer in front of the gurneys who, looking somewhat shocked, nodded vague confirmation of the explanation. Outside two more cars were pulling up as the forensics team and more officers arrived. Detective Denton looked at Max conspiratorily "Hmm, sudden bursts of aggression, I want to watch over these two personally. Maxine, forensics will take over from here, I'll try and keep you in the loop."<< Max nodded and halstered her weapon. "Thank you, sir, I'd appreciate it." She looked down at the two on the gurneys, then walked back inside. >>He looked back to the paramedics, "right, let's get these two in a wagon and off to the hospital. I have to make a phonecall, sort out some appropriate beds." He moved his attention to the uniformed officers, "men, one of you travel with me in the ambulance, the other follow on, you've got some guard duty to do tonight." As they followed the gurneys in to the back of the ambulance Detective Denton checked the loads on his revolver and as an aside to the officer about to travel with him said, "son, check your weapon and keep a hand on it, I wouldn't be suprised if these two give us trouble when they realise where they're going. Even the 'sedated' one," and he gave the word a special emphasis.<< Jessie was getting nauseous. Every time she turned her head, things blurred and swam. What had that monster given her? She wanted to tell them that something was wrong, terribly wrong, but her mind didn't seem to be able to make her mouth work properly. She closed her eyes. Even closed, colors and blurry images were dancing across her brain. She opened them again and tried to focus on something, anything. There were two men talking, slightly removed from her. They turned toward her, and she screamed. They were vampires! Fresh blood dripped from their sharp fangs. Gouts of gore clung to their clothes. "NOOOOOO!!!! Let me go! Jay! Help me, please!" She struggled as she screamed, trying desperately to get off the gurney and run. Tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Thu Jul 8 13:57:46 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery (Jay/Jessie/Max) In-Reply-To: <20040708122546.43746.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040708125746.62397.qmail@web53104.mail.yahoo.com> > "NOOOOOO!!!! Let me go! Jay! Help me, please!" > She struggled as she screamed, trying desperately to > get off the gurney and run. Detective Denton checked the screaming woman, he wanted to make sure the paramedics had secured her to the gurney properly. Once he was happy he asked that the male prisoner be secured, for his own safety, too. [tags] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Thu Jul 8 18:39:12 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Getting the bloody hell out of dodge [Tag hotel peeps] In-Reply-To: <1089286392.22100.33.camel@DS9> Message-ID: >>Sullivan thought for a moment. "I think so lieutenant, but I think I'll go with you, Fitzpatrick can get our injured parties back in one piece and it gives us a chance to finish the debriefing while everything is fresh, so that when we get back we can all get some much needed rest, Bill can keep everyone in here taken care off if they need any more first aid." he replied calmly.>> Joy got up glancing back at Jonathon who looked pretty peeved to see her go. "We'll talk later, I promise." she said dreading the conversation, but knowing it was necessary. He sank back into the seat, the pain evident on his face, blood was soaking through the bandage already, and Bill moved to take over from Fitzpatrick, handing his keys over to the Commander. "See you back there then" Bill said. Fitzpatrick took the wheel and set off, trying to drive as quickly and smoothly as possible, as Bill took another pressure bandage and applied it on top of the first one. The traffic on the road by the motel was non existent, and they made reasonable progress. Tag From jenarey at comcast.net Fri Jul 9 04:17:39 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Things to do In-Reply-To: <20040708121408.24940.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> References: <6.1.0.6.0.20040707210752.02420920@mail.comcast.net> <20040708121408.24940.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040708211359.02458298@mail.comcast.net> >~Me, too,~ Ratso said. ~I don't think anyone but da commander knows >everything around here.~ > >He might have said more, but at that moment Chambers came in with his >offering of cheese. "Don't you worry none, Miss Muse," he said to the >white mouse as he fed her. "I got Stephanie locked in the >dispensary. She can't get to you now. I know come morning Ratso will fix >up that door nice and strong for you." He gently stroked her head with >one finger. > >He then took a piece of cheese to Ratso, who gobbled it up >greedily. Ratso knew there was more going on with Muse, but cheese >blocked all rational thought from his mind. He waited patiently until >Chambers gave him a second piece. > >"No more for you," Chambers said. "Dawn's coming, and I have to take >Stephanie to her room and make sure she stays there. You two get some rest." > >After Chambers left, Rasto crawled down to the nest they'd made. ~Ya >wanna get some shut-eye?~ Muse allowed the touch from Chambers, rather wishing she could curl up in his pocket and hide, which she'd done before when Stephanie had been hunting her. As he left she looked back towards Ratso and nodded, creeping along the shelf and dropping down to join him. ~Yes...it will be morning very soon.~ ***** Stephanie rolled over onto her back giving a cat stretch and digging claws against the floor. Booooooring... It was boring when she wasn't supposed to go anywhere. Boring, boring, boring... She batted the tin that had held her tuna across the floor and growled, rising to her feet and moving towards the door. There had to be something she could do for fun. From ajventer at direqlearn.org Fri Jul 9 09:04:56 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery (Jay/Jessie/Max) In-Reply-To: <20040708125746.62397.qmail@web53104.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040708125746.62397.qmail@web53104.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089360296.8636.7.camel@DS9> On Thu, 2004-07-08 at 12:57, Mik Reed wrote: > > "NOOOOOO!!!! Let me go! Jay! Help me, please!" > > She struggled as she screamed, trying desperately to > > get off the gurney and run. > > Detective Denton checked the screaming woman, he > wanted to make sure the paramedics had secured her to > the gurney properly. Once he was happy he asked that > the male prisoner be secured, for his own safety, too. > Jay had been patiently waiting, after he was loaded onto the gurney he had relaxed, let his guard down, but Jessie's scream had brought him fully awake. He couldn't move much, so he had waited, then as Denton had come near, giving the order to secure him he had lightly grabbed the man's hand. He couldn't fight, he would have to ask for help As Denton looked down, Jay whispered urgently but under his voice so only Denton could hear. "She's a doctor, and a medical examiner, you think she would go into shock from seeing death ?" There was doubt in the eyes that looked back at him. "Think copper, there is no such thing as an over the counter injected sedative. That paramedic is lying. For fucks sakes man, if I'm lying you face a bit of embarrassment, if I'm telling the truth - you send an innocent woman to her death. Please, your a cop, that's the woman I love, she needs you to do your job right now... she needs you to protect and serve." -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Fri Jul 9 09:08:24 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Downtime Message-ID: <1089360504.8636.10.camel@DS9> Hi all, This evening I'm headed to Pretoria, it is unlikely I will be online again till sunday evening at the earliest, monday morning being more likely. Ciao A.J. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Fri Jul 9 10:47:33 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Complications [tags any in Evans van] In-Reply-To: <20040708111559.58377.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040708111559.58377.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089366453.8796.16.camel@DS9> > > "'kin 'ell, glad we made that." Evan annouced to his > passengers, a hint of boyish glee in his voice. > Checking the clock he added, "wiv any luck the cops 'r > too busy t' chase us dahn, wot wiv everyfing else as > 'appened tonight. Should git yer in t' the basement > jus' before sun up, Elvis." > Damien was holding the seatback in a death-grip with one hand, hugging the grey wolf to him with the other. He wasn't sure that the sunrise was as scary as Evan's driving, after all the sun could only kill him. On the Adrenalin rush from the fight and now the driving was giving making him almost euphoric. Evan's rock-radio, while not as dark as what Damien generally played was definitely helping as well. "Dude, you should be in the fucking le man's or sumfin. This rocks !" tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Fri Jul 9 11:20:30 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery (Jay/Jessie/Max) In-Reply-To: <1089360296.8636.7.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040709102030.39687.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> [OOC, Sorry, player knowledge letting the game down, in the UK paramedics can administer just about anything (they can now also use defib if they are so trained) I didn't expect American paramedics to be unable to do that, I also know that a lot of drugs unavailable over the counter in the UK are available in the US and for all I know one of them is a sedative] > As Denton looked down, Jay whispered urgently but > under his voice so only Denton could hear. > "She's a doctor, and a medical examiner, you think > she would go into shock from seeing death ?" > There was doubt in the eyes that looked back at him. > "Think copper, there is no such thing as an over the > counter injected sedative. That paramedic is lying. > For fucks sakes man, if I'm lying you face a bit of > embarrassment, if I'm telling the truth - you send > an innocent woman to her death. Please, your a cop, > that's the woman I love, she needs you to do your > job right now... she needs you to protect and serve." The detective looked down at Jay, "look son, I've got a job to do, it's to protect the public, to protect people like Dr Marcus back there. Me and my fellow officer are going to escort you both in to hospital and make sure you have a nice safe room with a stunning view out across the bay. Come daytime we'll know where we stand, you'll have been checked over medically, I'll of had a chance to check your records and we can get some statements off of you. Just lie back and leave the worrying to us." Detective Denton looked across to the paramedic in the back, "these people are involved in a murder investigation, I'd prefer it if you did the minimum possible. I need them awake and able to answer questions." [tags] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Fri Jul 9 11:27:28 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Complications [tags any in Evans van] In-Reply-To: <1089366453.8796.16.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040709102728.96990.qmail@web53110.mail.yahoo.com> > Damien was holding the seatback in a death-grip with > one hand, hugging the grey wolf to him with the > other. He wasn't sure that the sunrise was > as scary as Evan's driving, after all the sun could > only kill him. On the Adrenalin rush from the fight > and now the driving was giving making him almost > euphoric. Evan's rock-radio, while not as dark as > what Damien generally played was definitely helping > as well. > "Dude, you should be in the fucking le man's or > sumfin. This rocks !" Evan had been concentrating hard on the driving until they were out of trouble and he was sure they were going to make it back to HQ, he looked back at Damien with a self indulgent grin, "ain't bad this ol' wagon is it?" A sharp intake of breath brought his attention back to the road. Two wheel on the curb and one newspaper dispenser later they were back on the street with the van that had been slowing to a stop in front of them safely behind. "Yer know, I reckon I'm gonna be spendin' some time wiv an 'ammer today," Evan commented to no-one in particular, apparently barely ruffled by their latest near miss. [tags] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Jul 9 12:27:48 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Getting the bloody hell out of dodge [Tag hotel peeps] In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040709112748.76352.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> Sue Lee wrote: >>Sullivan thought for a moment. "I think so lieutenant, but I think I'll go with you, Fitzpatrick can get our injured parties back in one piece and it gives us a chance to finish the debriefing while everything is fresh, so that when we get back we can all get some much needed rest, Bill can keep everyone in here taken care off if they need any more first aid." he replied calmly.>> Joy got up glancing back at Jonathon who looked pretty peeved to see her go. "We'll talk later, I promise." she said dreading the conversation, but knowing it was necessary. He sank back into the seat, the pain evident on his face, blood was soaking through the bandage already, and Bill moved to take over from Fitzpatrick, handing his keys over to the Commander. "See you back there then" Bill said. Fitzpatrick took the wheel and set off, trying to drive as quickly and smoothly as possible, as Bill took another pressure bandage and applied it on top of the first one. The traffic on the road by the motel was non existent, and they made reasonable progress.<< Terry still said nothing to anyone, but remained curled up in the back of the van. Jonathan's pain and jealousy were like knives, stabbing into her already shattered nerves. She closed her eyes and whimpered, willing it all to go away. Tag? From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Jul 9 12:40:48 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery (Jay/Jessie/Max) In-Reply-To: <20040709102030.39687.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040709114048.76728.qmail@web40507.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: [OOC, Sorry, player knowledge letting the game down, in the UK paramedics can administer just about anything (they can now also use defib if they are so trained) I didn't expect American paramedics to be unable to do that, I also know that a lot of drugs unavailable over the counter in the UK are available in the US and for all I know one of them is a sedative] {OOC: You were half right. Paramedics can do a lot here, if the doctor gives his ok. They can give meds, start IVs, defib, all that kind of thing. But, there isn't an over-the-counter sedative here that's injectable. In fact, the only injectable that could even be considered OTC, as far as I know, is insulin, and even that requires a prescription in some states. That's the problem with the US -- state laws can vary quite a bit. But I think injecting things is just not something they want people to be able to do on their own. Too much risk of infection and overdose, for starters, especially with a sedative. Here endeth the lesson. :) } > As Denton looked down, Jay whispered urgently but > under his voice so only Denton could hear. > "She's a doctor, and a medical examiner, you think > she would go into shock from seeing death ?" > There was doubt in the eyes that looked back at him. > "Think copper, there is no such thing as an over the > counter injected sedative. That paramedic is lying. > For fucks sakes man, if I'm lying you face a bit of > embarrassment, if I'm telling the truth - you send > an innocent woman to her death. Please, your a cop, > that's the woman I love, she needs you to do your > job right now... she needs you to protect and serve." >>The detective looked down at Jay, "look son, I've got a job to do, it's to protect the public, to protect people like Dr Marcus back there. Me and my fellow officer are going to escort you both in to hospital and make sure you have a nice safe room with a stunning view out across the bay. Come daytime we'll know where we stand, you'll have been checked over medically, I'll of had a chance to check your records and we can get some statements off of you. Just lie back and leave the worrying to us." Detective Denton looked across to the paramedic in the back, "these people are involved in a murder investigation, I'd prefer it if you did the minimum possible. I need them awake and able to answer questions."<< Jessie opened her eyes long enough to see Jay talking to the vampire. Was that thing about to attack? Or...was Jay in league with them? Was he plotting with them to kill her, then kill all the other Guardians? Maybe they'd been sent by Sullivan himself! After all, he was one of them, wasn't he? One point in Jessie's favor was that no one had bothered to search her before strapping her to the gurney. Her scalpel was still in her pocket. Slowly, so she didn't draw their attention, she pulled it out and began cutting at the straps she could reach. If she could just weaken them... Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Jul 9 12:44:28 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Complications [tags any in Evans van] In-Reply-To: <20040709102728.96990.qmail@web53110.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040709114428.20229.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: > Damien was holding the seatback in a death-grip with > one hand, hugging the grey wolf to him with the > other. He wasn't sure that the sunrise was > as scary as Evan's driving, after all the sun could > only kill him. On the Adrenalin rush from the fight > and now the driving was giving making him almost > euphoric. Evan's rock-radio, while not as dark as > what Damien generally played was definitely helping > as well. > "Dude, you should be in the fucking le man's or > sumfin. This rocks !" >Evan had been concentrating hard on the driving until they were out of trouble and he was sure they were going to make it back to HQ, he looked back at Damien with a self indulgent grin, "ain't bad this ol' wagon is it?" A sharp intake of breath brought his attention back to the road. Two wheel on the curb and one newspaper dispenser later they were back on the street with the van that had been slowing to a stop in front of them safely behind. "Yer know, I reckon I'm gonna be spendin' some time wiv an 'ammer today," Evan commented to no-one in particular, apparently barely ruffled by their latest near miss.< All through the trip, Sam had been oblivious to everything going on around him. Scenes from his life with his family were racing through his head like some sappy Lifetime movie. Tears ran down his cheeks as he stared out the window at nothing. Cody had remained at Sam's feet, but he did cover his eyes with has paws and whimper a bit as they skidded around obstacles. Tag? From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Jul 9 13:06:40 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Things to do In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040708211359.02458298@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <20040709120640.87593.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> Jena wrote: >>Muse allowed the touch from Chambers, rather wishing she could curl up in his pocket and hide, which she'd done before when Stephanie had been hunting her. As he left she looked back towards Ratso and nodded, creeping along the shelf and dropping down to join him. ~Yes...it will be morning very soon.~<< Ratso sighed inwardly as she curled up beside him. He made a mental note to wake up as soon as he could after dawn, so Muse wasn't put in an uncomfortable situation. He might have drifted off, though, before his brain got the message... ***** >>Stephanie rolled over onto her back giving a cat stretch and digging claws against the floor. Booooooring... It was boring when she wasn't supposed to go anywhere. Boring, boring, boring... She batted the tin that had held her tuna across the floor and growled, rising to her feet and moving towards the door. There had to be something she could do for fun. << "What mischief are you planning, Miss Stephanie?" Chambers grinned as he walked through the dispensary door. "Sorry if I spoiled your fun, but you know you aren't supposed to bother Ratso and Miss Muse." He decided he's see if one of the day shift guys would get a fun cat toy for him so Stephanie would have something to do other than chase Guardians. "Are you ready to go back upstairs? I haven't had a chance to give you your regular grooming, and I know you like that." From ajventer at direqlearn.org Fri Jul 9 16:29:41 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I think we need to talk [JP Sue & AJ] Message-ID: <1089386981.8636.43.camel@DS9> Joy walked slowly towards the car, trying to make her muscles cooperate. She stayed silent, apprehension growing. She knew they had a lot to talk about, both on a professional and personal level, but she also knew that she'd screwed up, she'd stretched the order not to go in alone as far as she possibly could, she'd probably mortally offended Terry, and she'd completely misinterpreted his words, when he was trying to be nice to her. Did he think this was all a mistake? That it wasn't worth even trying to see if they could make this work? She really didn't know what to think any more. He waited till they got to the car, then held the door open for her,once she was inside he walked around to the other side and got in. He could see her shaking, and it filled him with pity for her. He didn't speak, he just leaned over, and put his arms around her, pulling her against him and hugging her to his chest. She couldn't speak, the emotions overwhelmed her, and she sank into his arms, just holding on tightly, hoping that this meant he still cared for her, that there was still a chance for them, that she hadn't destroyed all hope. He held her tightly a moment longer, kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Oh you poor dear girl." he whispered. "I wish I could just hold you like this all night... but if we don't get out of here now we're in trouble, I can already hear the sirens" She nodded, and moved back into the seat, reaching for the belt, a tiny morsel of hope in her heart; maybe it would be okay? "I understand, let's get out of here then..." She searched for a tissue and blew her nose. Jethro was one of the few old vampires who had adjusted well to cars. He kicked the vehicle into gear and took off leaving black streaks on the tar, flying through the empty streets of the early morning, dodging what little traffic there was. He needed to get her somewhere safe as soon as possible, and besides, dawn couldn't be far off. "Jonathan isn't just a friend is he ?" he asked softly, "It's okay, you told me there were people like him, that's the past, the question is can you handle being around him or should I have him sent to a hospital instead ?" She breathed in deeply. "I think it's accurate to say he's not even a friend really. I slept with him for information, more than once, he went off to find out more if he could, and that must be why they took him. Why they tortured him..." she swallowed hard, thinking of Zak. "I can live with it, assuming he isn't a idiot about it. I have no intention of sleeping with him again, or anyone else whilst you and I...." She couldn't finish the sentence, suddenly frightened of what he might say next "...share a bed ?" he completed the sentence softly for her. "Don't fret about what we are or aren't. We'll figure all that out in good time. Right now I'm just the man who is trying to help you, and makes love to you when you want to." he smiled, even as he took a corner with skidding tires, not far now, but time was running low.... She smiled back at him, feeling the black stuff being squashed back down, imagined it deprived of her energy, wilting like a flower in the dry season. "But I've been so horrible, to you and everyone else. I promised you I wouldn't go off on my own, and do anything stupid and I really tried not to." "I was expecting you to make mistakes, that's what people do. What you shouldn't do is assume that it's just you or that everything is your fault. Now ideally your first mission wouldn't have happened before I even had time to explain how this organisation works to you but ideal is something we can only aspire to, we cannot rely on it and I didn't. We're alive, the bad guys aren't... that's more often than not more than you can hope for." He thought for a moment. She bit her lip. "But everything feels like it's my fault. I'm not sure how not to think that." "For starters realise that everybody makes mistakes... you are exceptional in many ways... but that is not one of them. Then secondly, try to realise that most of the things you feel guilty about were not your fault at all. Other people did horrible things, and they made you blame yourself for their evil. Don't let them do it to you anymore." He changed gears rapidly, then once his hand was free squeezed hers. "I know that is hard, but as long as you're willing to try, I'll be here to help you out when you slip." She squeezed his hand back. "You make it sound like I'm on a slide, like I'm falling over, but it's not like that. It's like I get sucked down. Engulfed. I can't get free by myself. Well I can, but there's only one way, and I don't want to ever do that to myself again. I haven't for such a long time, but I can't tell you it's never going to happen." She glanced across at him with moist eyes, trying not to cry again. She ached all over, and she couldn't face any more pain tonight. "I pulled you out tonight didn't I? I don't care how many times I need to pull you out, I will do it everytime until the stuff that sucks you down has all been burned clean by the power you don't know you have... the one I see burning in your soul. You won't even believe me right now, but someday, you'll know what I mean, you'll have learned to recognize the fire in you, to use it." he cut a corner at a sharp angle before going on, "People are like iron Joy, the more they beat you, the stronger you become, until you're steel. Just don't let them harden your heart as well. And if we're beaten too much, yes we do break... but you're not broken yet. You have strength Joy, they tried to break you, but they made you strong, someday perhaps you will learn to see that in yourself as well... until that day, you can have my strength instead." She fell silent for a little while; digesting that,"Thank you. I don't want to disappear and never come back; it feels sometimes like that's going to happen, it felt like that tonight, and you stopped me, I'm not sure how I can repay that, if ever. But you know I've spent a long time being a lot better than I am right now. I know I can be better than this. It took 5 years of therapy once I found someone I could trust just to get to the point that I didn't need to hurt myself. I don't want to end up doing that again. I just feel like I've lost control of all the evil things again. I had them all chained up but they got out again." She was trusting him with so much, and it scared her horribly, but she knew she had to do something, otherwise she would end up lost for ever if she was pushed hard enough. She briefly imagined them together, and it felt okay. "You affect me somehow, I don't know how to put it into words, but I felt happier with you yesterday afternoon than I can remember feeling with anyone. That has to count for something, doesn't it?" "It does count for something. It counts for everything, if that didn't count for anything, nothing would. If it didn't count for anything, I would shut down the guardians right now and go wander a desert until the end of time. I've been alive for three-hundred years Joy, I've seen the best and the worst this world has to offer... trust me, there is nothing that counts like that counts. Sex can be the most evil thing people do, you've seen plenty of that, but it can also be the most wonderful thing we do," "You know I wasn't even thinking about the sex Jethro. What you did for me was so much more. You looked after me, you held me, you listened to me." The tears she'd been trying to hold back were flowing now, as she was overcome with emotion. "You treat me like a person, like I count" "I know you weren't talking about the sex specifically, neither was I really, but you need to understand the sex was part of the same thing. I do treat you like a person, like you count, because you do. Even if you didn't to anyone else, you do to me. You matter to me... a lot. I want to take care of you, I want to hold you until all your pain has melted or failing that, at least until you feel a bit better but first when we get back, we need to get you settled in. I've assigned you a room already, you're welcome to share mine but I didn't want to presume, it's your choice." She scrubbed at her eyes with the tissue. If this was how it was going to be then she needed to lay in a better supply. "I can't say the sex doesn't scare me, I'd be lying, and I promised to tell you the truth. I really don't know how that's gonna be, let's take that slowly. I know I want to be with you, but I don't know what I'm capable of. I'm not moving in with you, I need space, and I'm sure as hell you're going to need space from me. But I can think of nothing I want more right now than to fall asleep in your arms." "I said it was your choice, it's an option, not a requirement" he said smiling softly. "And as for falling asleep in my arms, that can most definitely be arranged." With that he turned into the open gate at HQ and a moment later parked the car inside the basement. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Fri Jul 9 16:58:54 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040708002632.0241dc48@mail.comcast.net> References: <070620041849.20013.40EAF4540004E42E00004E2D2200750744970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> <1089274309.17118.20.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040708002632.0241dc48@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <1089388734.8796.51.camel@DS9> > Marie, unfortunately, wasn't on as stable of a suspension system and spent > the first part of the ride tumbling across the back floor before she > managed to hook a hand onto the couch and anchor herself. "And to think > I'd considered sleeping the night away instead of all this fun." The > comment was half grumbled under her breath, and she braced herself as they > flew around another corner then patched a second blood bag into the drip > line. "Morgan...you okay?" The iron drops had looked like much less than > her idea of fun and she was just as happy she'd not been included in > Shawn's version of first aid. She grimaced as they went over another bump > hard enough that it shook her teeth. > > ~Al...if this looney gets us killed you have my permission to hurt him a lot.~ "Sorry 'bout them bumpyness leedle lahdie but we got dawn chasin' ahr tail, anna if I dunna rush this fecken treep fangboy back there gonna be lookin' like a shrimp what been left on the barbie too lahng." Al decided to use the mental link version rather than words right then. "Trust me, if he gets yous killed I'm stuck here forever, and that's how long I will make him pay." Morgan for his part just shut his eyes, grit his teeth and tried to block out the pain. He knew iron drops of course, boxers used it, it stopped bleeding instantly by coagulating the blood, an important safety concern for them. To use it on a vampire however, whose very survival from moment to moment was dependent on a constant flow of fresh blood was an extreme measure at best. But Shawn did have one point it had stopped him losing more blood. But the pain of what to a vampire is roughly the equivalent of a human breathing in sulphuric acid fumes was hurting every cell in his body. He felt as if he was being burned from the inside out, but at least he would survive the trip... if they could beat the sun. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From jenarey at comcast.net Fri Jul 9 15:21:07 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <1089388734.8796.51.camel@DS9> References: <070620041849.20013.40EAF4540004E42E00004E2D2200750744970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> <1089274309.17118.20.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040708002632.0241dc48@mail.comcast.net> <1089388734.8796.51.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040709081218.02465238@mail.comcast.net> >But the pain of what to a vampire is roughly the equivalent of a human >breathing in sulphuric acid fumes was hurting every cell in his body. >He felt as if he was being burned from the inside out, but at least he >would survive the trip... if they could beat the sun. "Bumpy I'll survive, but if we crash we're going to have problems anyway." She could see the drawn lines of pain on Morgan's face and she checked the load of blood before moving to kneel at his head. She stroked fingertips gently along his cheek. "We're almost there Morgan. Just hold on and stay with me." Marie tried for a faint smile. "I need you here, and if you did leave you'd likely get stuck wandering around with Al, which wouldn't be nearly as pleasant." Another big bump nearly sent her flying across the van and she clung to the stretcher, more blood easing down her arm as the action irritated the cut. She needed to get some kind of bandage on it, or she was going to be in trouble, not that she could think that far at the moment. In the distance the sky began to lighten and HQ came into sight. From jenarey at comcast.net Fri Jul 9 15:22:54 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Things to do In-Reply-To: <20040709120640.87593.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> References: <6.1.0.6.0.20040708211359.02458298@mail.comcast.net> <20040709120640.87593.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040709082115.0246adf0@mail.comcast.net> >"What mischief are you planning, Miss Stephanie?" Chambers grinned as he >walked through the dispensary door. "Sorry if I spoiled your fun, but you >know you aren't supposed to bother Ratso and Miss Muse." He decided he's >see if one of the day shift guys would get a fun cat toy for him so >Stephanie would have something to do other than chase Guardians. > >"Are you ready to go back upstairs? I haven't had a chance to give you >your regular grooming, and I know you like that." Stephanie looked up, putting on her best air of catly innocence. Mischief? Who me? She blinked slowly, moving over to twine around his ankles some more as he talked to her. The offer of grooming made her purr as she leaned against him. As a cat she had a tendency towards vanity, and grooming was one of her favorite things, whether she did it or someone else did didn't make a lot of difference. From ajventer at direqlearn.org Fri Jul 9 17:15:11 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040709081218.02465238@mail.comcast.net> References: <070620041849.20013.40EAF4540004E42E00004E2D2200750744970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> <1089274309.17118.20.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040708002632.0241dc48@mail.comcast.net> <1089388734.8796.51.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709081218.02465238@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <1089389711.8796.55.camel@DS9> > "Bumpy I'll survive, but if we crash we're going to have problems > anyway." She could see the drawn lines of pain on Morgan's face and she > checked the load of blood before moving to kneel at his head. She stroked > fingertips gently along his cheek. "We're almost there Morgan. Just hold > on and stay with me." Marie tried for a faint smile. "I need you here, > and if you did leave you'd likely get stuck wandering around with Al, which > wouldn't be nearly as pleasant." Another big bump nearly sent her flying > across the van and she clung to the stretcher, more blood easing down her > arm as the action irritated the cut. She needed to get some kind of > bandage on it, or she was going to be in trouble, not that she could think > that far at the moment. In the distance the sky began to lighten and HQ > came into sight. "Dunna worry leedle lahdie, Shawnie boy ain't never crahshed car less he warnat ta. Arnd I donna warna crahsh raght nah." He came to a skidding halt in front of the gates, and suddenly it became clear that this van had more than one modification added as he pressed a wheel and all four wheels turned ninety degrees on their axels, allowing him to drive in sideways without having had to first wait for a traffic gab big enough to turn. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From jenarey at comcast.net Fri Jul 9 15:29:34 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <1089389711.8796.55.camel@DS9> References: <070620041849.20013.40EAF4540004E42E00004E2D2200750744970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> <1089274309.17118.20.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040708002632.0241dc48@mail.comcast.net> <1089388734.8796.51.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709081218.02465238@mail.comcast.net> <1089389711.8796.55.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040709082732.023fc548@mail.comcast.net> >"Dunna worry leedle lahdie, Shawnie boy ain't never crahshed car less he >warnat ta. Arnd I donna warna crahsh raght nah." > >He came to a skidding halt in front of the gates, and suddenly it became >clear that this van had more than one modification added as he pressed a >wheel and all four wheels turned ninety degrees on their axels, allowing >him to drive in sideways without having had to first wait for a traffic >gab big enough to turn. Marie blinked as the van switched directions without switching directions. If the moment had been anything near normal she would have been impressed. As was she was just grateful that they were back and could get Morgan the help he needed. As soon as the van stopped she pushed the door open, sparing a glance for Shawn before he came around to help with the unloading. "Thanks. Now if we can just get him upstairs and settled I think it will do a lot for my nerves. It's been...a very long night." From ajventer at direqlearn.org Fri Jul 9 17:27:37 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040709082732.023fc548@mail.comcast.net> References: <070620041849.20013.40EAF4540004E42E00004E2D2200750744970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> <1089274309.17118.20.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040708002632.0241dc48@mail.comcast.net> <1089388734.8796.51.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709081218.02465238@mail.comcast.net> <1089389711.8796.55.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709082732.023fc548@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <1089390457.8796.64.camel@DS9> > > Marie blinked as the van switched directions without switching > directions. If the moment had been anything near normal she would have > been impressed. As was she was just grateful that they were back and could > get Morgan the help he needed. As soon as the van stopped she pushed the > door open, sparing a glance for Shawn before he came around to help with > the unloading. "Thanks. Now if we can just get him upstairs and settled I > think it will do a lot for my nerves. It's been...a very long night." As they began to push the Gurney, Al drifted after, Morganis groaning with pain reached out, found Marie's hand on the side of the gurney and he gripped it tightly. "Ah I binna drahvahn fahr the gardians fahr a long time leedle lahdie, iffin yah be cahlin fahr help it always means things dinna gah verra warl. I see a lart of bard thangs in deez jarb bart yahll dus dah warld a beeg sarvace, arnd a thunkless one." Shawn said as he pushed the other side, his eyes glazing for a moment. "Ah knaw arm arnly alarve cahrse arf da gardians." Morganis groaned through his pain. "That's great pal, but please shut the fuck up. I'm in enough pain, having to hear you speak at the same time is cruel and unusual punishm" another groan of pain cut his complaint short, while Shawn laughed. "Farny warn aint 'e. " Morganis gripped Marie's hand a little tighter. "Stay with me..." -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From jenarey at comcast.net Fri Jul 9 15:52:21 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <1089390457.8796.64.camel@DS9> References: <070620041849.20013.40EAF4540004E42E00004E2D2200750744970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> <1089274309.17118.20.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040708002632.0241dc48@mail.comcast.net> <1089388734.8796.51.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709081218.02465238@mail.comcast.net> <1089389711.8796.55.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709082732.023fc548@mail.comcast.net> <1089390457.8796.64.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040709083950.023f1358@mail.comcast.net> >"Ah I binna drahvahn fahr the gardians fahr a long time leedle lahdie, >iffin yah be cahlin fahr help it always means things dinna gah verra >warl. I see a lart of bard thangs in deez jarb bart yahll dus dah warld a >beeg sarvace, arnd a thunkless one." Shawn said as he pushed the other >side, his eyes glazing for a moment. "Ah knaw arm arnly alarve cahrse arf >da gardians." > >Morganis groaned through his pain. "That's great pal, but please shut the >fuck up. I'm in enough pain, having to hear you speak at the same time is >cruel and unusual punishm" another groan of pain cut his complaint short, >while Shawn laughed. "Farny warn aint 'e. " > >Morganis gripped Marie's hand a little tighter. "Stay with me..." Marie allowed a little smile as the two men interacted. "Well, you were a very welcome sight tonight." She squeezed Morgan's hand as tight as she dared, blood smearing between their hands. She had no idea how much of it was his and how much hers, but forsaw a good soak and yet another change of clothing in her future. For an instant she wondered idly how much soap and water HQ must go through just trying to keep the Guardians unbloody. An uneven patch of floor nearly tripped her and Marie pulled her attentions back to Morgan as he spoke. "Not planning on going anywhere else, Morgan. I'm right here and going to stay here." From ajventer at direqlearn.org Fri Jul 9 17:46:56 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040709083950.023f1358@mail.comcast.net> References: <070620041849.20013.40EAF4540004E42E00004E2D2200750744970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> <1089274309.17118.20.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040708002632.0241dc48@mail.comcast.net> <1089388734.8796.51.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709081218.02465238@mail.comcast.net> <1089389711.8796.55.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709082732.023fc548@mail.comcast.net> <1089390457.8796.64.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709083950.023f1358@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <1089391616.8796.68.camel@DS9> > Marie allowed a little smile as the two men interacted. "Well, you were a > very welcome sight tonight." She squeezed Morgan's hand as tight as she > dared, blood smearing between their hands. She had no idea how much of it > was his and how much hers, but forsaw a good soak and yet another change of > clothing in her future. For an instant she wondered idly how much soap and > water HQ must go through just trying to keep the Guardians unbloody. An > uneven patch of floor nearly tripped her and Marie pulled her attentions > back to Morgan as he spoke. "Not planning on going anywhere else, > Morgan. I'm right here and going to stay here." He was battling the pain by trying to not to think about it, luckily Marie proved to be a rather effective distraction or he might have finally lost it, well lost it more. Trying to keep his mind of the pain, and on her, he brought his other hand to his mouth, licked his finger, then touched a clean spot on her shirt near her shoulder. "We're gonna have to get you out of those wet clothes" he said with the closest to a smile he could muster through the fog of pain. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From jenarey at comcast.net Fri Jul 9 16:08:07 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <1089391616.8796.68.camel@DS9> References: <070620041849.20013.40EAF4540004E42E00004E2D2200750744970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> <1089274309.17118.20.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040708002632.0241dc48@mail.comcast.net> <1089388734.8796.51.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709081218.02465238@mail.comcast.net> <1089389711.8796.55.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709082732.023fc548@mail.comcast.net> <1089390457.8796.64.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709083950.023f1358@mail.comcast.net> <1089391616.8796.68.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040709090413.023f1d98@mail.comcast.net> >He was battling the pain by trying to not to think about it, luckily Marie >proved to be a rather effective distraction or he might have >finally lost it, well lost it more. > >Trying to keep his mind of the pain, and on her, he brought his other hand >to his mouth, licked his finger, then touched a clean spot on her >shirt near her shoulder. "We're gonna have to get you out of those wet >clothes" he said with the closest to a smile he could muster through the >fog of pain. Marie blinked a little and then finally laughed very softly, tired making it easier to laugh at a bad pickup line. "Why sahr, Ah'm shocked that you'd say such thahngs." She pressed one hand to her chest, the other helping to keep the gurney moving, pretending the Southern belle femm fatale. "Shocked Ah tell you." She held the attitude and deeper accent for a moment before shrugging and giving up on it. "Well...maybe not THAT shocked." From ajventer at direqlearn.org Fri Jul 9 18:03:31 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040709090413.023f1d98@mail.comcast.net> References: <070620041849.20013.40EAF4540004E42E00004E2D2200750744970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> <1089274309.17118.20.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040708002632.0241dc48@mail.comcast.net> <1089388734.8796.51.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709081218.02465238@mail.comcast.net> <1089389711.8796.55.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709082732.023fc548@mail.comcast.net> <1089390457.8796.64.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709083950.023f1358@mail.comcast.net> <1089391616.8796.68.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709090413.023f1d98@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <1089392611.16051.73.camel@DS9> > >Trying to keep his mind of the pain, and on her, he brought his other hand > >to his mouth, licked his finger, then touched a clean spot on her > >shirt near her shoulder. "We're gonna have to get you out of those wet > >clothes" he said with the closest to a smile he could muster through the > >fog of pain. > > Marie blinked a little and then finally laughed very softly, tired making > it easier to laugh at a bad pickup line. "Why sahr, Ah'm shocked that > you'd say such thahngs." She pressed one hand to her chest, the other > helping to keep the gurney moving, pretending the Southern belle femm > fatale. "Shocked Ah tell you." She held the attitude and deeper accent > for a moment before shrugging and giving up on it. "Well...maybe not THAT > shocked." Shawn stared in disbelieve across the gurney, he would never have expected this woman to fall for a pickup-line like that. Hell he could do better than that, and it occurred to him that it might be worth trying. "He leedle lahdie, what screws like a croc and winks" he said, and winked at her. Morgan groaned, not entirely from pain. Seeing Marie's look Shawn decided he needed a follow up. "Me bardie aches for ya, warrant ya kiss it betta ?" At which point Morganis clamped his fingers around Shawn's wrist, and Shawn grimaced at the vampires steel-wire grip. "Shut up and push the gurney because I swear to all that's holy if you disrespect her one more time you'll need medical care more than I do." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From jenarey at comcast.net Fri Jul 9 16:21:35 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <1089392611.16051.73.camel@DS9> References: <070620041849.20013.40EAF4540004E42E00004E2D2200750744970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> <1089274309.17118.20.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040708002632.0241dc48@mail.comcast.net> <1089388734.8796.51.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709081218.02465238@mail.comcast.net> <1089389711.8796.55.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709082732.023fc548@mail.comcast.net> <1089390457.8796.64.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709083950.023f1358@mail.comcast.net> <1089391616.8796.68.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709090413.023f1d98@mail.comcast.net> <1089392611.16051.73.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040709091543.024daca0@mail.comcast.net> >Shawn stared in disbelieve across the gurney, he would never have expected >this woman to fall for a pickup-line like that. Hell he could >do better than that, and it occurred to him that it might be worth trying. >"He leedle lahdie, what screws like a croc and winks" he said, and >winked at her. Morgan groaned, not entirely from pain. Seeing Marie's >look Shawn decided he needed a follow up. "Me bardie aches for ya, warrant >ya kiss it betta ?" > >At which point Morganis clamped his fingers around Shawn's wrist, and >Shawn grimaced at the vampires steel-wire grip. "Shut up and push the >gurney because I swear to all that's holy if you disrespect her one more >time you'll need medical care more than I do." "Woah...both of you please." Men were unpredictable creatures at their best and these two were just NOT hitting it off well. Considering Morgan's state she was willing to give him some leeway, and she didn't know Shawn well enough not to, though she was voting that his pick up line had been worse. She took Morgan's hand again and squeezed gently, murmuring. "If you keep holding his hand too I'm gonna get jealous." She didn't want him to injure Shawn, the driver had been very helpful, and she just wanted them all focused on getting Morgan to the infirmary, which meant tackling the stairs, a thought she didn't want to linger on. From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Fri Jul 9 16:36:48 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Sue=20Lee?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Underground Parking Available Message-ID: <20040709153648.41898.qmail@web86710.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> As Jethro parked the car one of the two vehicles appeared, and the occupants began to emerge. Joy didn't think anyone could see them here, there were a lot of shadows, but right now she didn't much care. They would have to go over to the others in a second, but she had to hold him in her arms right now. She released her seat belt, and taking her courage in both hands leant across and hugged him tightly. "Thanks" she murmured. From zeldasdawnawakening at hotmail.com Fri Jul 9 23:43:18 2004 From: zeldasdawnawakening at hotmail.com (Darian Noblesse) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Bikers ~ Tags: Gabe Message-ID: **"Well," replied Gabe, "let us hope he remembers he has precious cargo on the return trip." Then, realizing how that had come out, "that is, there are civilians in there with him."** Reilly tilted her head to one side, raising an eyebrow. Nice cover, she said smiling as she straddled the bike and settled in. Besides, Evan is a decent guy  they will be okay. **"Right, the Duke has a button start next to the throttle, here. Front brake, clutch, gears." Gabe continued giving a quick rundown of everything he thought Reilly needed, including a warning not to get too over-enthusiastic with the throttle, the Duke had plenty of power.** Reillys eyes followed Gabes finger much like a cat watching a mouse. She took note of the important things to remember and nodded. Brake, clutch gears - got it. She shifted her body to get comfortable, molding herself into the contours of the bike. **"Alright," Gabe got on to Damien's bike, "follow me, we will use back roads until you have the hang of it. Once you have the helmet on we will be in radio contact." Gabe slide his own helmet on and prodded the kick start, revving the trail bike in to life.** Reilly slipped the helmet down over her ears and attempted to kick the bike over. Her first try was unsuccessful, but the second proved good as the metal beast reverberated in delightful noises. She kept one foot on the ground and balanced the bike as it thundered away under her. This is going to be fun, she thought. Reilly resisted the tempting urge to crank the throttle and instead told Gabe she was ready to go. Tags: Gabe ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Check out the latest news, polls and tools in the MSN 2004 Election Guide! From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sat Jul 10 11:42:20 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Bikers ~ Tags: Reilly In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040710104220.84754.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> > She kept one foot on the ground and balanced the > bike as it thundered away under her. This is going > to be fun, she thought. Reilly resisted the > tempting urge to crank the throttle and instead told > Gabe she was ready to go. Checking the road ahead was clear, Gabe let the throttle out on Damiens trail bike and started off up the road, all the while looking over his shoulder to check how Reilly was doing. A quick check forwards for the first junction and he slowed down, leaning purposefully in to the corner, again checking Reilly's progress. [tag Reilly] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at gmail.com Sat Jul 10 16:50:09 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040709091543.024daca0@mail.comcast.net> References: <070620041849.20013.40EAF4540004E42E00004E2D2200750744970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> <1089274309.17118.20.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040708002632.0241dc48@mail.comcast.net> <1089388734.8796.51.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709081218.02465238@mail.comcast.net> <1089389711.8796.55.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709082732.023fc548@mail.comcast.net> <1089390457.8796.64.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709083950.023f1358@mail.comcast.net> <1089391616.8796.68.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709090413.023f1d98@mail.comcast.net> <1089392611.16051.73.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709091543.024daca0@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04071008501eff8706@mail.gmail.com> > > "Woah...both of you please." Men were unpredictable creatures at their > best and these two were just NOT hitting it off well. Considering Morgan's > state she was willing to give him some leeway, and she didn't know Shawn > well enough not to, though she was voting that his pick up line had been > worse. She took Morgan's hand again and squeezed gently, murmuring. "If > you keep holding his hand too I'm gonna get jealous." She didn't want him > to injure Shawn, the driver had been very helpful, and she just wanted them > all focused on getting Morgan to the infirmary, which meant tackling the > stairs, a thought she didn't want to linger on. Morgan let go of Shawn's wrist like it had caught fired. "Okay let's just forget all this happened. Sorry dude, you did save my life and all but please, don't mess with Marie I fear I might be a tad protective of her." Al suddenly Manifested next to them. "A tad protective ? Bro, you're turning into a walking chastidy belt. Except ya can't fucking walk. Give the lady some space, she's too smart to fall for ausie pick-up lines involving crocodile sex techniques anyway." Shawn adjusted to the sudden presence of the ghost with remarkable composure, an emergency driver for the guardians dealt with more shocking things just about every day. "Well arm sahree too mate, I dahna realizad she was yahr Sheila." -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From jenarey at comcast.net Sun Jul 11 07:39:17 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04071008501eff8706@mail.gmail.com> References: <070620041849.20013.40EAF4540004E42E00004E2D2200750744970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> <1089274309.17118.20.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040708002632.0241dc48@mail.comcast.net> <1089388734.8796.51.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709081218.02465238@mail.comcast.net> <1089389711.8796.55.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709082732.023fc548@mail.comcast.net> <1089390457.8796.64.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709083950.023f1358@mail.comcast.net> <1089391616.8796.68.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709090413.023f1d98@mail.comcast.net> <1089392611.16051.73.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709091543.024daca0@mail.comcast.net> <7f39e5bc04071008501eff8706@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040711001740.024039d0@mail.comcast.net> >Morgan let go of Shawn's wrist like it had caught fired. "Okay let's just >forget all this happened. Sorry dude, you did save my >life and all but please, don't mess with Marie I fear I might be a tad >protective of her." > >Al suddenly Manifested next to them. "A tad protective ? Bro, you're >turning into a walking chastidy belt. Except ya can't fucking walk. >Give the lady some space, she's too smart to fall for ausie pick-up lines >involving crocodile sex techniques anyway." > >Shawn adjusted to the sudden presence of the ghost with remarkable >composure, an emergency driver for the guardians dealt with more >shocking things just about every day. "Well arm sahree too mate, I dahna >realizad she was yahr Sheila." Marie blinked as the comments flew fast and furious between the three, quickly finding that she wished the conversation to be focusing on anything but what it was. She and Morgan were still defining exactly what their relationship was, she wasn't really ready for word to be spread all through HQ, but it looked like that was going to be too much to ask for. "Anyone have a suggestion on the best way to take the stairs? I really wish they'd get the elevator put in." She kept her tone mild, trying to steer the conversation into safer waters, or at least less personal ones. From ajventer at gmail.com Sun Jul 11 10:27:39 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040711001740.024039d0@mail.comcast.net> References: <070620041849.20013.40EAF4540004E42E00004E2D2200750744970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> <1089274309.17118.20.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040708002632.0241dc48@mail.comcast.net> <1089388734.8796.51.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709081218.02465238@mail.comcast.net> <1089389711.8796.55.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709082732.023fc548@mail.comcast.net> <1089390457.8796.64.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709083950.023f1358@mail.comcast.net> <1089391616.8796.68.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709090413.023f1d98@mail.comcast.net> <1089392611.16051.73.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709091543.024daca0@mail.comcast.net> <7f39e5bc04071008501eff8706@mail.gmail.com> <6.1.0.6.0.20040711001740.024039d0@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04071102273cb0c283@mail.gmail.com> > Marie blinked as the comments flew fast and furious between the three, > quickly finding that she wished the conversation to be focusing on anything > but what it was. She and Morgan were still defining exactly what their > relationship was, she wasn't really ready for word to be spread all through > HQ, but it looked like that was going to be too much to ask for. "Anyone > have a suggestion on the best way to take the stairs? I really wish they'd > get the elevator put in." She kept her tone mild, trying to steer the > conversation into safer waters, or at least less personal ones. Morgan inwardly sighed with relief. He had no wish to be the talk of this place at present, and he had damn near spoken his mouth past. He was however fresh out of stairway management handbooks so he shut up, squeezed Marie's hand tightly and gritted his teeth. "Let's just go... I'll live" Al looked them over. "Sorry people this is outa my league, you'll have to figure it out for yourselves." For his part Shawn looked over the gurney at Marie. "Only warn way ah knaw leedle lahdie, we lift this gurney. Hold arn to yahr insahds mate." he said and lifted, groaning a bit with the effort, and mumbling something about how people underestimated the romantic nature of the nile crocodile. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From jenarey at comcast.net Sun Jul 11 19:28:26 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04071102273cb0c283@mail.gmail.com> References: <070620041849.20013.40EAF4540004E42E00004E2D2200750744970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> <1089274309.17118.20.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040708002632.0241dc48@mail.comcast.net> <1089388734.8796.51.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709081218.02465238@mail.comcast.net> <1089389711.8796.55.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709082732.023fc548@mail.comcast.net> <1089390457.8796.64.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709083950.023f1358@mail.comcast.net> <1089391616.8796.68.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709090413.023f1d98@mail.comcast.net> <1089392611.16051.73.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040709091543.024daca0@mail.comcast.net> <7f39e5bc04071008501eff8706@mail.gmail.com> <6.1.0.6.0.20040711001740.024039d0@mail.comcast.net> <7f39e5bc04071102273cb0c283@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040711122032.02429d58@mail.comcast.net> >For his part Shawn looked over the gurney at Marie. "Only warn way ah knaw >leedle lahdie, we lift this gurney. Hold arn to yahr insahds mate." he >said and lifted, groaning a bit with the effort, and mumbling something >about how people underestimated the romantic nature of the nile crocodile. Marie squeezed Morgan's hand in response and then moved all of her strength to the gurney, lifting it as evenly as they could. Since they were on stairs it forced them to both lift it high to come even close to something level, or at least enough not to dump him from the gurney. Marie didn't try to talk, needing the air towards the effort. She was winded by the time they reached the Infirmary level and wanted nothing more than to lean against the wall and try to catch her breath, but there just plain wasn't time and she keep moving towards the Infirmary, grateful when they passed the doors. She didn't see Jesse anywhere, but other folks had apparently been told they were coming and came to meet them at the door. From jenarey at comcast.net Sun Jul 11 19:39:38 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Complications [tags any in Evans van] In-Reply-To: <20040709114428.20229.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040709102728.96990.qmail@web53110.mail.yahoo.com> <20040709114428.20229.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040711123043.023e05c8@mail.comcast.net> > >Evan had been concentrating hard on the driving until they were out of > trouble and he was sure they were going to make it back to HQ, he looked > back at Damien with a self indulgent grin, "ain't bad this ol' wagon is > it?" A sharp intake of breath brought his attention back to the road. Two > wheel on the curb and one newspaper dispenser later they were back on the > street with the van that had been slowing to a stop in front of them > safely behind. "Yer know, I reckon I'm gonna be spendin' some time wiv an > 'ammer today," Evan commented to no-one in particular, apparently barely > ruffled by their latest near miss.< > >All through the trip, Sam had been oblivious to everything going on around >him. Scenes from his life with his family were racing through his head >like some sappy Lifetime movie. Tears ran down his cheeks as he stared >out the window at nothing. > >Cody had remained at Sam's feet, but he did cover his eyes with has paws >and whimper a bit as they skidded around obstacles. Natalia clung to the handle of the van, not speaking again for the remainder of the ride. She hated this, hated this machine and was coming close to hating the people in it. How could anyone live such? It was insanity. The coming of the dawn didn't escape her notice, she loved the sun and sunrise. In her world it meant a surcease, or at least a quieting of the insanity that was her usual state. Many creatures of the supernatural were only active at night. The moment the van entered HQ and almost before it came to a stop she pushed the door open and got out, moving away from the vehicle as quickly as possible and trying to hide the shaking in her form. Never again. From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Sun Jul 11 23:48:32 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Getting the bloody hell out of dodge [Tag hotel peeps] In-Reply-To: <20040709112748.76352.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: He sank back into the seat, the pain evident on his face, blood was soaking through the bandage already, and Bill moved to take over from Fitzpatrick, handing his keys over to the Commander. "See you back there then" Bill said. Fitzpatrick took the wheel and set off, trying to drive as quickly and smoothly as possible, as Bill took another pressure bandage and applied it on top of the first one. The traffic on the road by the motel was non existent, and they made reasonable progress.<< Terry still said nothing to anyone, but remained curled up in the back of the van. Jonathan's pain and jealousy were like knives, stabbing into her already shattered nerves. She closed her eyes and whimpered, willing it all to go away. Fitzpatrick drew up inside the parking lot as dawn was breaking, that had been pretty close for comfort, and the two vampires looked at each other with relief at the journey's end. Bill gave Fitzpatrick a high five and a small whoop of gratitude. "Nice driving" he said, then turned back to Jonathon and Terry. Neither were looking good right now. Bill took Terry, maintaining his responsibility for her, and Fitzpatrick took Jonathon, trying hard not to damage his hand along the way. They staggered towards the stairs, and the infirmary. Tag Jethro, Joy? OOC AJ I'm leaving Joy in the car with Jethro until you react to the last post, then I'm assuming they will assist in moving everyone upstairs, including helping with Morganis and these two or with the lot from Evan's van. From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Jul 12 10:08:11 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecoming queens. [tag Damn Near Everyone] In-Reply-To: <20040709153648.41898.qmail@web86710.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20040709153648.41898.qmail@web86710.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089623291.18851.12.camel@DS9> > > Joy didn't think anyone could see them here, there > were a lot of shadows, but right now she didn't much > care. They would have to go over to the others in a > second, but she had to hold him in her arms right now. > She released her seat belt, and taking her courage in > both hands leant across and hugged him tightly. > > "Thanks" she murmured. He hugged her back sincerely, then slowly let go. "We got injured parties to handle." he said but with less motivation than he should have, before getting out and heading into the room. Marie and Morganis had already made their way up the stairs, but a moment later the other van pulled in. "Okay, people, let's move we need gurneys, down here, and medics too. Does anybody know where Doctor Sinclair is ?" While he was still speaking, Gabe and Reily entered on the bikes and while they were moving the the wounded from the van's Evan's van arrived with his passengers, and a very stricken Natalia jumping out. Damien followed right after her, his eyes catching a glimpse of the first rays of dawn before the gates fell shut. "Okay where can I help ?" he asked, he did have vampire strength after all, if there were carrying to be done he could be useful. Sullivan strode past in between furious and efficient orders he responded. "You look like you need to be ON a gurney yourself." "I'm fine, most of it wasn't my blood." "Okay, you can tell me later. Grab Terry's Gurney and help get it up there." "Aye Commander." Damien had to take a guess on who Terry was, so he picked the absolutely gorgeous brunette lying on the nearest gurney. Picked the entire gurney up over his head, and headed toward the stairs. Dawn meant Stephanie was human, he wanted to get to her as fast as he could. [tags Everyone there Get your characters either helped or helping, and fill in the blank orders from the commander as needed.] Ciao A.J. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Jul 12 10:16:19 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery (Jay/Jessie/Max) In-Reply-To: <20040709114048.76728.qmail@web40507.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040709114048.76728.qmail@web40507.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089623779.18851.21.camel@DS9> > {OOC: You were half right. Paramedics can do a lot here, [OOC: The reason it's different here is simple, many drugs even basic ones can increase the risks involved in narcosis, and there is the risk of patients with allergies. So paramedics don't give drugs. Even ER doctors won't treat some kinds of wounds after certain accidents unless they have already taken X-Rays, spinal injury often requires emergency surgery to prevent severe long-term problems, and spinal injury is VERY hard to rule out, and that is just one example] > > Jessie opened her eyes long enough to see Jay talking to the vampire. Was that thing about to attack? Or...was Jay in league with them? Was he plotting with them to kill her, then kill all the other Guardians? Maybe they'd been sent by Sullivan himself! After all, he was one of them, wasn't he? > > One point in Jessie's favor was that no one had bothered to search her before strapping her to the gurney. Her scalpel was still in her pocket. Slowly, so she didn't draw their attention, she pulled it out and began cutting at the straps she could reach. If she could just weaken them... Jay knew he had only one last shot. As he put his hand back, he slid it over his chest, surreptitiously thumbing his communicator to life, it had refused to work inside the fridge with it's big walls, but out here he knew he would have signal. Thank God for Ratso Rizolli, now he just hoped somebody was listening. "Please detective, that paramedic is not what he seems, you saw the carnage in that place - we are not dealing with something simple here. If you don't help me now, you will have the murder of Dr. Jessica Sinclair on your conscious. I promise you, if you wheel us out of this morgue and into that ambulance, she is dead, and probably so am I. Please." Jay was fairly certain the detective would ignore him, that didn't matter though. HQ now knew what was happening and where they were. He didn't know if anyone had heard him live, but the system would have recorded him otherwise. He just prayed they got the message fast. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Jul 12 08:19:39 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecoming queens. In-Reply-To: <1089623291.18851.12.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040712071939.13194.qmail@web53107.mail.yahoo.com> As the van finished it's churning over-run Evan hopped out. "Last stop, all aht." He let down his shields and felt out around the building, dawn had come, the lycans were all in human form again. When he put the shields back up he realised he had phased out completely, a sign of just how tired he must be. "Right lads 'n lasses, apples 'n bed fer me, been too long a night." With that, he made for the trek up the stairs. [tag if you want to] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Jul 12 10:22:59 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag Wendy, Sal] Message-ID: <1089624179.18851.29.camel@DS9> Sal awoke with a blistering headache. "Holy fucking shitdog. This feels just like a fucking hangover, only how the fuck did I get ona dose on a fullmoon night" She said half to herself, slivering up to her feet...which caused Wendy to slide off her and fall on the ground waking with a thud. Sal looked down at her with bleary eyes. "Oh hiya friendy person, what the fuck did we do last night ?" [OOC: Kat, I can't remember where exactly chambers had left these two, so if you could fill that in it would be great. Also, right now Sal is obviously naked (I can't seem to keep an outfit on this one) so if their not in her room, I think it would be safe to say that Chambers would have seen that coming and left her a robe or something right ?] -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Jul 12 10:50:26 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery [tags Jay/Jessie/etc] In-Reply-To: <1089623779.18851.21.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040712095026.3136.qmail@web53106.mail.yahoo.com> > "Please detective, that paramedic is not what he > seems, you saw the carnage in that place - we are > > not dealing with something simple here. > If you don't help me now, you will have the murder > of Dr. Jessica Sinclair on your conscious. I promise > you, if you wheel us out of this morgue and into > that ambulance, she is dead, and probably so am I. > Please." Detective Denton looked down at Jay, "Son, I've told you, we're all going to the hospital now. Nobody is going to kill anybody else while I'm around." He looked at the paramedics, "now, let's get moving, I want these gurneys in the ambulance and I want to get these people to the hospital. Me and my fellow officer here will ride in the back. I don't want to risk losing these two." As he finished, he smiled, a toothy smile, at Jessie. [tags Jay/Jessie/etc] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Jul 12 12:27:02 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040711122032.02429d58@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <20040712112702.64437.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> Jena wrote: >For his part Shawn looked over the gurney at Marie. "Only warn way ah knaw >leedle lahdie, we lift this gurney. Hold arn to yahr insahds mate." he >said and lifted, groaning a bit with the effort, and mumbling something >about how people underestimated the romantic nature of the nile crocodile. >Marie squeezed Morgan's hand in response and then moved all of her strength to the gurney, lifting it as evenly as they could. Since they were on stairs it forced them to both lift it high to come even close to something level, or at least enough not to dump him from the gurney. Marie didn't try to talk, needing the air towards the effort. She was winded by the time they reached the Infirmary level and wanted nothing more than to lean against the wall and try to catch her breath, but there just plain wasn't time and she keep moving towards the Infirmary, grateful when they passed the doors. She didn't see Jesse anywhere, but other folks had apparently been told they were coming and came to meet them at the door. > The medic who'd worked on Rebecca was still on duty. "Over here," he said as he motioned them to a table. "Can you tell me what happened?" From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Jul 12 12:40:29 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag Wendy, Sal] In-Reply-To: <1089624179.18851.29.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040712114029.82268.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: >>Sal awoke with a blistering headache. "Holy fucking shitdog. This feels just like a fucking hangover, only how the fuck did I get ona dose on a fullmoon night" She said half to herself, slivering up to her feet...which caused Wendy to slide off her and fall on the ground waking with a thud. Sal looked down at her with bleary eyes. "Oh hiya friendy person, what the fuck did we do last night ?"<< Wendy woke up when she hit the ground. She looked around and recognized Sal's room, and her doggie bed, at once. Then she saw Sal, stark naked. "Oh, hi, gorgeous," she said, winking at Sal. "Well, let's see...we went down to the commissary, and I found a really great bottle of wine, and...that's about all I remember. I do seem to remember you lapping it up like...well, like a dog." She giggled. The little fairy flew up to Sal's desk and saw the thimble and cookie crumbs there. "Oh, cool! Chambers must have given us some of his magic hangover cure. That's why I don't feel so bad. Why don't you go take a shower? If the initial dose doesn't cure it, the shower will help the mojo kick in. You want any help? I could scrub your back." She winked again. Tag [OOC: Kat, I can't remember where exactly chambers had left these two, so if you could fill that in it would be great. Also, right now Sal is obviously naked (I can't seem to keep an outfit on this one) so if their not in her room, I think it would be safe to say that Chambers would have seen that coming and left her a robe or something right ?] OOC: He took them back to Sal's room, in case you didn't figure that out from the post. :) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Jul 12 12:45:58 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery [tags Jay/Jessie/etc] In-Reply-To: <20040712095026.3136.qmail@web53106.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040712114558.48180.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: > "Please detective, that paramedic is not what he > seems, you saw the carnage in that place - we are > > not dealing with something simple here. > If you don't help me now, you will have the murder > of Dr. Jessica Sinclair on your conscious. I promise > you, if you wheel us out of this morgue and into > that ambulance, she is dead, and probably so am I. > Please." >Detective Denton looked down at Jay, "Son, I've told you, we're all going to the hospital now. Nobody is going to kill anybody else while I'm around." He looked at the paramedics, "now, let's get moving, I want these gurneys in the ambulance and I want to get these people to the hospital. Me and my fellow officer here will ride in the back. I don't want to risk losing these two." As he finished, he smiled, a toothy smile, at Jessie.< By this time Jessie had worked through the middle strap and was just finishing the top strap. That vampire leer was all the incentive she needed. She leapt from the gurney, evading the paramedics and policemen. She brandished the scalpel. "Stay away from me, you bloodsuckers! Don't touch me!" She was constantly turning, trying to avoid having any of them at her back. She wanted to rescue Jay, but there wouldn't be a chance. Tag From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Jul 12 14:49:48 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag Wendy, Sal] In-Reply-To: <20040712114029.82268.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040712114029.82268.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089640188.18851.34.camel@DS9> > Wendy woke up when she hit the ground. She looked around and recognized Sal's room, and her doggie bed, at once. Then she saw Sal, stark naked. "Oh, hi, gorgeous," she said, winking at Sal. "Well, let's see...we went down to the commissary, and I found a really great bottle of wine, and...that's about all I remember. I do seem to remember you lapping it up like...well, like a dog." She giggled. > > The little fairy flew up to Sal's desk and saw the thimble and cookie crumbs there. "Oh, cool! Chambers must have given us some of his magic hangover cure. That's why I don't feel so bad. Why don't you go take a shower? If the initial dose doesn't cure it, the shower will help the mojo kick in. You want any help? I could scrub your back." She winked again. > Sal swallowed her share and indeed felt a bit better almost at once. A shower however sounded excellent anyway. "Sure come join me... I may want some help with my front as well though..." she said winking back and strolling to the bathroom, absentmindedly rubbing over her buttocks along the way and stretching her lithe arms out to try and clear the cobwebs of the previous night. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Jul 12 13:03:08 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Things to do In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040709082115.0246adf0@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <20040712120308.90599.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> Jena wrote: >>Stephanie looked up, putting on her best air of catly innocence. Mischief? Who me? She blinked slowly, moving over to twine around his ankles some more as he talked to her. The offer of grooming made her purr as she leaned against him. As a cat she had a tendency towards vanity, and grooming was one of her favorite things, whether she did it or someone else did didn't make a lot of difference. << Chambers led the cat to Stephanie's room. Once there, he pulled a grooming brush out of a drawer and went to work. Before long, the cat's fur was glistening. "It's almost dawn, so I have to go," he said, scratching Stephanie under the chin and rubbing between her ears. "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow night. Your fellow will be here soon." And with that, he closed the door, making a mental note to get something to block the cat door for tonight. Tag/End From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk Mon Jul 12 13:20:51 2004 From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecoming queens. [tag Damn Near Everyone] In-Reply-To: <1089623291.18851.12.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040712122051.3922.qmail@web25210.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> >>She released her seat belt, and taking her courage > in both hands leant across and hugged him tightly. > > > > "Thanks" she murmured. > He hugged her back sincerely, then slowly let go. > "We got injured parties to handle." he said but with > less motivation > than he should have, before getting out and heading > into the room. Hell that had hurt. She would have to make a note that hugging people as hard as you could when you'd been shot in the chest, albeit through kevlar, was a pretty bad idea. She breathed in a couple of times before opening the car door. Seeing that the injured seemed looked after she opened the back of the car, and pulled out the bag of weaponry. It seemed to have become an awful lot heavier, despite her having removed the MP5, the nightscope (she was pretty pissed off about loosing that) and the Kevlar vest. She wasn't sure where she was going with it, and had some qualms about leaving the other stuff she had in the car. The weaponry was replaceable, the other things not. But if she didn't take it upstairs would it go somewhere else rather than into her room? She decided to try lifting it and see whether she could manage it and the box of papers. She let out a groan of pain as she hoisted it and immediately had to drop it, she didn't have the strength to manage it by itself right now. Reluctantly she left it on the ground by the car hoping someone else would bring it to her. She could manage her clothes and the papers surely. No apparently not, her head span when she tried to pick them both up. Settling on the papers, as being the most personal of her possessions, she hoisted the box into her arms. "Where am I going then, Commander?" she asked Tag ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Jul 12 13:29:53 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecoming queens. [tag Damn Near Everyone] In-Reply-To: <1089623291.18851.12.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040712122953.87936.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> > Joy didn't think anyone could see them here, there > were a lot of shadows, but right now she didn't much > care. They would have to go over to the others in a > second, but she had to hold him in her arms right now. > She released her seat belt, and taking her courage in > both hands leant across and hugged him tightly. > > "Thanks" she murmured. He hugged her back sincerely, then slowly let go. "We got injured parties to handle." he said but with less motivation than he should have, before getting out and heading into the room. Marie and Morganis had already made their way up the stairs, but a moment later the other van pulled in. "Okay, people, let's move we need gurneys, down here, and medics too. Does anybody know where Doctor Sinclair is ?"<< "There may be a message upstairs for you, sir," an orderly said as he helped with the injured. "It just came in a feu minutes ago, so no one had time to check on it." >While he was still speaking, Gabe and Reily entered on the bikes and while they were moving the the wounded from the van's Evan's van arrived with his passengers, and a very stricken Natalia jumping out. Damien followed right after her, his eyes catching a glimpse of the first rays of dawn before the gates fell shut. "Okay where can I help ?" he asked, he did have vampire strength after all, if there were carrying to be done he could be useful. Sullivan strode past in between furious and efficient orders he responded. "You look like you need to be ON a gurney yourself." "I'm fine, most of it wasn't my blood." "Okay, you can tell me later. Grab Terry's Gurney and help get it up there." "Aye Commander." Damien had to take a guess on who Terry was, so he picked the absolutely gorgeous brunette lying on the nearest gurney. Picked the entire gurney up over his head, and headed toward the stairs. Dawn meant Stephanie was human, he wanted to get to her as fast as he could.< Terry did nothing except occasionally whisper, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Tears streamed from her tightly closed eyes. From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Jul 12 13:38:22 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Rude awakenings (tag Ratso, Muse, Sullivan) Message-ID: <20040712123822.63293.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> Rasto woke slowly. It was morning, and he was human again. It took him a moment to become aware that he was lying next to the most beautiful woman in the world. He smiled down at Muse, then stood up slowly. He didn't want to wake her or embarrass her in any way. He covered her with the blanket they'd brought, then got dressed quickly. But...were those voices? The communicator was in his clothes, covered up. The minute he uncovered it, he heard Jay's voice. Something about he and Jessie dying!? Ratso leaned over and kissed Muse on the forehead. "Rise and shine, beautiful," he whispered. "Gotta run." Once out of the kitchen, he headed for the garage at a run. He'd heard the chatter from the shift change about the party returning. "Commander! Jay and da doc are in trouble!" The short man skidded to a stop in front of Sullivan. Tag From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk Mon Jul 12 13:54:40 2004 From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecoming queens. [tag Damn Near Everyone] In-Reply-To: <20040712122953.87936.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040712125440.1948.qmail@web25202.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Terry did nothing except occasionally whisper, "I'm > sorry, I'm sorry." Tears streamed from her tightly > closed eyes. Jonathon lay back, swallowing, trying very hard not to be sick. He could feel the blood running down his fingers past the pressure bandages and dripping onto the floor. Every movement jolted him and increased the nausea. He could feel a cold sweat coagulating on his forehead, and realised that quite serious shock was setting in. Right now he couldn't have cared less about Joy and Jethro, he was far more worried about whether he was going to be alive for the next few hours, or if he'd lost too much blood. As the gurney was manhandled up the stairs he wimpered in pain. When it inevitably bashed the side wall, he shouted out "Jesus!" Fitzpatrick looked guiltily at him "Sorry 'bout that. I'll get ya in the infirmary alroight." ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Jul 12 15:56:56 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Rude awakenings (tag Ratso, Muse, Sullivan, natalia) In-Reply-To: <20040712123822.63293.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040712123822.63293.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089644216.18851.38.camel@DS9> > Once out of the kitchen, he headed for the garage at a run. He'd heard the chatter from the shift change about the party returning. > > "Commander! Jay and da doc are in trouble!" The short man skidded to a stop in front of Sullivan. > Sullivan nodded. "Damnit, the vampires are out now and the humans are dead tired, put Callum and Meg on the case, tell them they can take any other lycan backup they need, but bring them back alive. Their guardians, we're bringing them back..." Once Ratso had moved on Sullivan stood in thought for a moment, there was another problem, if Jessie was out of it, that left them without a doctor, the medics could only handle so much. "Natalia, can I speak to you a moment" he called after her. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Jul 12 15:59:16 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecoming queens. [tag Damn Near Everyone] In-Reply-To: <20040712122051.3922.qmail@web25210.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20040712122051.3922.qmail@web25210.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089644356.27066.41.camel@DS9> > > Hell that had hurt. She would have to make a note that > hugging people as hard as you could when you'd been > shot in the chest, albeit through kevlar, was a pretty > bad idea. She breathed in a couple of times before > opening the car door. > > Seeing that the injured seemed looked after she opened > the back of the car, and pulled out the bag of > weaponry. It seemed to have become an awful lot > heavier, despite her having removed the MP5, the > nightscope (she was pretty pissed off about loosing > that) and the Kevlar vest. > > She wasn't sure where she was going with it, and had > some qualms about leaving the other stuff she had in > the car. The weaponry was replaceable, the other > things not. But if she didn't take it upstairs would > it go somewhere else rather than into her room? She > decided to try lifting it and see whether she could > manage it and the box of papers. She let out a groan > of pain as she hoisted it and immediately had to drop > it, she didn't have the strength to manage it by > itself right now. Reluctantly she left it on the > ground by the car hoping someone else would bring it > to her. She could manage her clothes and the papers > surely. No apparently not, her head span when she > tried to pick them both up. Settling on the papers, as > being the most personal of her possessions, she > hoisted the box into her arms. > > "Where am I going then, Commander?" she asked "You got the room next to Jessie's. Do you know where that is ? Down the hall from the infirmary. I'll get an orderly to bring you, your gear just as soon as we get everyone at least stabilised." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Jul 12 16:50:10 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery [tags Jay/Jessie/etc] In-Reply-To: <20040712114558.48180.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040712114558.48180.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089647410.18851.50.camel@DS9> > > >Detective Denton looked down at Jay, "Son, I've told > you, we're all going to the hospital now. Nobody is > going to kill anybody else while I'm around." He > looked at the paramedics, "now, let's get moving, I > want these gurneys in the ambulance and I want to get > these people to the hospital. Me and my fellow officer > here will ride in the back. I don't want to risk > losing these two." As he finished, he smiled, a toothy > smile, at Jessie.< > > By this time Jessie had worked through the middle strap and was just finishing the top strap. That vampire leer was all the incentive she needed. She leapt from the gurney, evading the paramedics and policemen. She brandished the scalpel. > > "Stay away from me, you bloodsuckers! Don't touch me!" She was constantly turning, trying to avoid having any of them at her back. She wanted to rescue Jay, but there wouldn't be a chance. Jessie's actions changed the scenario completely, Jay knew he had to act now, because there was no way to wait for backup anymore. He gripped the sides of the gurney hard, kicked up and over locking his ankles around Denton's neck even as the policeman was reaching for his side-arm, then slammed the cop's face down hard into the gurney, knocking him out but hopefully doing no permanent damage. Even before Denton could sag to the ground he retrieved the gun himself. Without a moment's hesitation he aimed it at the paramedic that had been with Jessie and shot him in the head twice before locking his aim solid on the other policeman. "Drop your fucking gun or die. I don't want to hurt you, but if you make any move, I swear I will kill you." Not much to Jay's surprise the paramedic he had just shot got up again, he fired a third shot, this time blasting it's knee to bits, causing it to collapse where it stood, unable to walk. Immediately his gun was back between the eyes of the cops. Then he slowly made his way toward Jessie, until he was standing next to her, he had no idea what that bastard had done to her, but she was clearly not herself. He had to get her out of here, and that would make it incredibly difficult. "I must appologise my love for what I am about to do but it's for your own good and I hope you'll thank me later" he said softly, then suddenly lashed out and knocked her out with a clean punch to the jaw. Without taking his eyes of the policeman he picked her up onto his shoulder, and started backing away down the hall. tag OOC: For the rescuers, they can track his communicator now that it's on. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Jul 12 15:41:10 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecoming queens. [tag Damn Near Everyone] In-Reply-To: <1089623291.18851.12.camel@DS9> References: <20040709153648.41898.qmail@web86710.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> <1089623291.18851.12.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040712083224.0240fc28@mail.comcast.net> >Damien had to take a guess on who Terry was, so he picked the absolutely >gorgeous brunette lying on the nearest gurney. Picked the entire gurney >up over his head, and headed toward the stairs. Dawn meant Stephanie was >human, he wanted to get to her as fast as he could. Stephanie ran barefooted through the halls, dodging other folks with an easy efficiency. It'd not been long after Chambers had left that she'd returned to her human, or at least mostly human, form. Her own hair was still glistening from the grooming he'd done, and she made a mental note to find him and thank him. He was one of the best friends she had here, unphased by such things as moon nights and her attitude problems as an ocelot. There'd never been any real chemistry between them, but she trusted him, and that was saying a lot. She came around the corner and stopped, looking down the stairs that lead between the lobby level and the first floor. Damien was there, looking as though he'd run through a paper shreader for fun, and now he was benchpressing someone. The catwoman thought for a moment, trying to come up with a name for the brunette... Terry... That's right. She was someone's sister, though Stephanie couldn't remember specifically whos. She tried to stay back out of the way feeling a strange twinge as she saw him carrying someone else. She knew he was just helping and it didn't mean anything, but Terry was gorgeous and he kept glancing down and... "Damien?" From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Jul 12 15:49:52 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <20040712112702.64437.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> References: <6.1.0.6.0.20040711122032.02429d58@mail.comcast.net> <20040712112702.64437.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040712084116.024132a8@mail.comcast.net> >The medic who'd worked on Rebecca was still on duty. "Over here," he said >as he motioned them to a table. "Can you tell me what happened?" Marie nodded to Shawn and moved towards the medic, not talking until after they set Morgan down. She moved back to Morgan's side, on the opposite side of the medic so that she was out of the way. "He took silver to the chest." She hadn't been specifically told as much, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that the looney's they'd fought hadn't been using anything tame. "We've pushed a bunch of bags of blood into him and iron drops..." She didn't mention the fresh blood really not wanting to draw attention to herself or explain what had possessed her to open her arm to a dying vampire. That was always a dangerous thing to do, and would give her father fits if he knew. Morgan was more important. "The bleeding is still too fast and too much. I think something is lodged in there stopping his healing from fully taking effect." Her hand found Morgan's, fingers lacing with his again to give him something to hold onto. "How can I help?" From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Jul 12 17:39:44 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Papershredded. [Tag Stephanie] In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040712083224.0240fc28@mail.comcast.net> References: <20040709153648.41898.qmail@web86710.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> <1089623291.18851.12.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040712083224.0240fc28@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <1089650384.18080.61.camel@DS9> > > She came around the corner and stopped, looking down the stairs that lead > between the lobby level and the first floor. Damien was there, looking as > though he'd run through a paper shreader for fun, and now he was > benchpressing someone. The catwoman thought for a moment, trying to come > up with a name for the brunette... Terry... That's right. She was > someone's sister, though Stephanie couldn't remember specifically > whos. She tried to stay back out of the way feeling a strange twinge as > she saw him carrying someone else. She knew he was just helping and it > didn't mean anything, but Terry was gorgeous and he kept glancing down > and... "Damien?" He looked up under his load, even for a vampire two floors of this was tough. "Erm hi honey." he said half blushing with the knowledge that probably looked very dishelved. "Don't worry, it's mostly not mine" he added glancing down at his bloodstained clothes. "I need to drop this patient off, then I think I'm going to have to hit a shower like tornado, and a bed like a sack of bricks, but I can make you some time in between. Wanna walk with me ? I would like it if you did." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Jul 12 16:15:11 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Rude awakenings (tag Ratso, Muse, Sullivan, natalia) In-Reply-To: <1089644216.18851.38.camel@DS9> References: <20040712123822.63293.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> <1089644216.18851.38.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040712090439.024130f8@mail.comcast.net> >Once Ratso had moved on Sullivan stood in thought for a moment, there was >another problem, if Jessie was out of it, that left them without a doctor, >the medics could only handle so much. "Natalia, can I speak to you a >moment" he called after her. The sound of someone calling her name stopped Natalia in her tracks. She took a deep breath, calming herself before she turned towards the commander. "Aye?" She was putting herself together quickly, burying the shaking she felt deep inside. She'd deal with it later. "Something I can do for you?" She didn't call him commander or sir, in her mind he still wasn't her boss, just another ally. From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Mon Jul 12 17:49:24 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Sue=20Lee?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Dawn at HQ - Callum & Meg (JP Kat and Sue - It might have been a lot longer...) In-Reply-To: <20040712112359.40086.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040712164924.37295.qmail@web86703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Callum woke as dawn broke, in time to feel himself transforming back into human form. This was not the aggressive change that happened in the other direction, for him at any rate. Maybe this was because he thought of himself as human, the Were side of him was an added on extra. Maybe if he thought of himself as a lycan, who was human for some of the time, then the power element in the change would work in reverse. Whatever; he guessed there would be pain involved somewhere for most of his kind, unless they were in complete harmony with their forms. It was something he'd never had the opportunity or inclination to discuss with anyone before, but now he thought it might be helpful to know. He shook his head slightly dismissing the thought. There were more pressing matters to consider. His whole frame of reference was filled with glorious, wonderful Meg! His arms were wrapped round her as they spooned together, with her head on the pillow next to him. Her skin was soft along the length of his body, and she smelt gorgeous. Her breasts were resting on the top of his arm, and her bottom was tucked into his groin. His inevitable morning erection was hard to disguise, and he really really didn't want to move right now, but he guessed she might be embarrassed to wake up naked next to him. He remembered seeing an eiderdown or some such at the base of the bed, and looked down, trying hard not to disturb her. He began to try and pull it up the bed with his foot, so he could cover her and keep them both warm. Meg had not woken when she shifted into human form. The events of the previous evening had worn her out completely. The only change she'd noticed were that her dreams had calmed a bit. The wolf had relaxed and allowed the human to take over the dreams once again. When Callum began to move his foot toward the comforter, her only response had been to moan and shift slightly, pressing herself more tightly against him. She sighed contentedly. Callum felt her wriggle slightly and his blood soared. His hand scrabbled for the cover, and by leaning hard with his top half, keeping his bottom half as still as possible he managed to connect with it, using the very tips of his fingers, and pulled it upwards. When they were both covered he leant forwards and kissed the back of her neck verra gently. Tag OOC - go on then, spoil the poor boy's moment From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Jul 12 17:58:13 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Papershredded Message-ID: <071220041658.4997.40F2C324000F22BD000013852200750330970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> "I need to drop this patient off, then I think I'm going to have to hit a shower like tornado, and a bed like a sack of bricks, but I can make you some time in between. Wanna walk with me ? I would like it if you did." Stephanie wasn't comforted by his assertation that the blood wasn't his. he still looked like a mess. She moved over towards him, tilting her head to one side as they walked. "So what happened? You rather...well...you look terrible. You need better protection if you're going to go get torn up to that degree!" From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Jul 12 18:01:36 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Rude awakenings (tag Ratso, Muse, Sullivan, natalia) Message-ID: <071220041701.1617.40F2C3F000011580000006512200734830970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> Muse blinked sleepily as she felt the blanket come over her and then the kiss on her forehead. Only as Ratso was running for the door did she come fully awake and realize that she was still in the buff under the blanket. She blushed, but there was no one around to see it, for which she was grateful. She did like Ratso, but...there were a lot of levels to liking someone and having a relationship and...well...everything else. The weremouse gave herself a little shake and a stretch before she reached out for her clothing and quickly got dressed. It was morning, folks would be hungry. She had work to do. For a moment she worried about whatever it was that had dragged Ratso off in such a hurry, but then decided it was just going to be one more thing that she was told not to worry about anyway. She sighed and tucked the blanket away where it could be used for another night and then headed towards the dispensaries to figure out how much damage had been left from the dog and what food needed to be restocked. From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Mon Jul 12 21:54:17 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040712084116.024132a8@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: Rebecca lay in that half world between dreams and conscious thought. She was aware that she not in her bed but was drowsily unconcerned, it was not afterall the first time she had sleepwalked. She was mildly suprised that she had managed to move the chest of drawers she had positioned in front of her room door but right now that didn't seem important. There was a clatter and a woman was talking > "The bleeding > is still too fast and too much. I think something is lodged in there > stopping his healing from fully taking effect." The words brought her to full wakefullness but her instinct told her to stay quiet - something was not right here. She silently rolled over onto her left hand side so she could the room better. She could see the back of a woman leaning over a table, she was of no concern, no it was the occupant of the table that was causing the hairs on the back of her neck to rise. From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Mon Jul 12 23:20:06 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecoming queens. [Joy] In-Reply-To: <1089644356.27066.41.camel@DS9> Message-ID: "You got the room next to Jessie's. Do you know where that is ? Down the hall from the infirmary. I'll get an orderly to bring you, your gear just as soon as we get everyone at least stabilised." Joy walked up the stairs behind all the various injured, retracing the steps she'd taken the previous night, although now she was pretty much under her own steam. Sure enough there was a room labelled with her name, the door ajar. Inside there was a made up bed, with a key resting on it, and an empty cupboard. The walls were completely empty; the whole place was characterless at the moment, waiting for her to claim it as hers. Suddenly Jethro's apartment seemed awfully tempting. She stuck her head into the bathroom, which was basic but perfectly functional. There was a modern shower over the bath, which was a regular hotel size; there was no chance of sharing long relaxing baths in that tub. Her box went down onto the top of the cupboard and she sank down onto the bed, which felt remarkably comfortable. At least it was hers, and it was heaps nicer than the grotty apartment. She pulled the door shut behind her taking the key and went downstairs to collect the bag with her clothes and the rucksack with her things from the bathroom, which just left the weapons. She went back upstairs and put her bags down, then rummaged about in the clothes bag until she found a pair of trainers. She replaced her bike boots with these, and felt a whole lot better. She pulled the holsters and gun off then the Kevlar vest, and went back into the bathroom to look at her chest in the mirror. It was a riot of bruises, and her stomach wound had leaked a little into the bandage. She took some painkillers, and pulled out her pyjamas, then a bottle of shower gel and shampoo, and her hairbrush and toothbrush. This was turning into an expedition quantity, and she went to the bathroom emptying everything else out of the little day-sack. She sacked it all in the cupboard under the sink, stopping when her hand touched the packet of razor blades. She didn't know what to do with them, and so by default, as before, she kept them. Just in case. She reached up and put them on top of one of the wall lights out of sight. Out of mind? Who could know? All the things she'd put to one side already went back in the little rucksack, together with a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, socks, bra and knickers ready to wear when she got up. Finally she searched inside the box with her papers in until she found a photograph in a frame, which she put onto the cupboard and sank down on the bed to look at, racked with self-doubt. What came next then? Was Jethro coming to get her? Did he expect that they were sleeping down here? Was she supposed to wait for the orderly? Was she supposed to go upstairs by herself? Was he up there waiting for her? How was she going to go past the infirmary without everyone knowing where she was going? Tag Jethro / Orderly? From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Jul 13 09:30:40 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Rude awakenings (tag Ratso, Muse, Sullivan, natalia) In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040712090439.024130f8@mail.comcast.net> References: <20040712123822.63293.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> <1089644216.18851.38.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040712090439.024130f8@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <1089707439.7784.10.camel@DS9> On Mon, 2004-07-12 at 15:15, Jena wrote: > >Once Ratso had moved on Sullivan stood in thought for a moment, there was > >another problem, if Jessie was out of it, that left them without a doctor, > >the medics could only handle so much. "Natalia, can I speak to you a > >moment" he called after her. > > The sound of someone calling her name stopped Natalia in her tracks. She > took a deep breath, calming herself before she turned towards the > commander. "Aye?" She was putting herself together quickly, burying the > shaking she felt deep inside. She'd deal with it later. "Something I can > do for you?" She didn't call him commander or sir, in her mind he still > wasn't her boss, just another ally. He found a moment for her. "Natalia, I know you don't work here, and you are not under my command. But our doctor is currently out of action, and I don't know for how long. You are the only healer around. If you treat our wounded, you can ask for your reward, I'm giving you a blank check. Just save my people, please." tag "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From jenarey at comcast.net Tue Jul 13 07:47:56 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Rude awakenings (tag Ratso, Muse, Sullivan, natalia) In-Reply-To: <1089707439.7784.10.camel@DS9> References: <20040712123822.63293.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> <1089644216.18851.38.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040712090439.024130f8@mail.comcast.net> <1089707439.7784.10.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040713004354.0243e4e8@mail.comcast.net> >The sound of someone calling her name stopped Natalia in her tracks. She >took a deep breath, calming herself before she turned towards the >commander. "Aye?" She was putting herself together quickly, burying the >shaking she felt deep inside. She'd deal with it later. "Something I can >do for you?" She didn't call him commander or sir, in her mind he still >wasn't her boss, just another ally. > >He found a moment for her. "Natalia, I know you don't work here, and you >are not under my command. But our doctor is currently out of action, and I >don't know for how long. You are the only healer around. If you treat our >wounded, you can ask for your reward, I'm giving you a blank check. Just >save my people, please." Natalia sighed inwardly, she KNEW he was going to ask and that she should have left the garage faster, but at the same time...she would have gone to help anyway. It was the curse of a conscience and of her gift. It wanted to be used. Without use it would stagnate and be of no help to anyone. She finally nodded, it would at least distract her from dwelling on the issue of the monster van from the depths of hell. "I have a taste for brandy." The words were the only price she put into voice, turning towards the stairs. "Anything else I come up with I'll bring up later." So saying she took the stairs two at a time, heading towards the Infirmary. From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Tue Jul 13 08:36:58 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecoming queens. [Joy] Logic Fairy swoops and dives and then goes away again. In-Reply-To: Message-ID: What came next then? Was Jethro coming to get her? Did he expect that they were sleeping down here? Was she supposed to wait for the orderly? Was she supposed to go upstairs by herself? Was he up there waiting for her? Okay peeps. After checking the archive for sometime, we seem to have established that Jessie and Jay are living on the 3rd (English) floor. So Joy is moving in to suite number 1 on that floor. I'm putting Callum in room 2 on the 4th floor. Near to Meg's room but not too near. Therefore please ignore the following sentence in the previous post How was she going to go past the infirmary without everyone knowing where she was going? We all expect different things in terms of logic. It is my nature to worry about the small stuff as well as the big stuff, and I shall not apologise for my pedantry - I see it as a good thing! However I know I can be a pain the arse about stuff. I apologise for that. From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Jul 13 11:17:03 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Papershredded [Tag Stephanie, Anyone in the infirmary] In-Reply-To: <071220041658.4997.40F2C324000F22BD000013852200750330970A9D 0 E020A06@comcast.net> References: <071220041658.4997.40F2C324000F22BD000013852200750330970A9D 0 E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <1089713823.13937.18.camel@DS9> On Mon, 2004-07-12 at 16:58, jenarey@comcast.net wrote: > "I need to drop this patient off, then I think I'm going to have to hit a shower like tornado, and a bed like a sack of bricks, but I can make you some time in between. Wanna walk with me ? I would like it if you did." > > Stephanie wasn't comforted by his assertation that the blood wasn't his. he still looked like a mess. She moved over towards him, tilting her head to one side as they walked. "So what happened? You rather...well...you look terrible. You need better protection if you're going to go get torn up to that degree!" "Well perhaps today you could finish the armour you had started for me" he said winking. The gurney/ was getting heavy so he was very relieved to reach the stairs on the infirmary level where he could put it down and push it to the door. tag Stephanie, anyone in the infirmary. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Jul 13 12:47:46 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag Wendy, Sal] In-Reply-To: <1089640188.18851.34.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040713114746.33626.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: >>Sal swallowed her share and indeed felt a bit better almost at once. A shower however sounded excellent anyway. "Sure come join me... I may want some help with my front as well though..." she said winking back and strolling to the bathroom, absentmindedly rubbing over her buttocks along the way and stretching her lithe arms out to try and clear the cobwebs of the previous night.<< Wendy did help in the shower, and she made sure that all Sal's parts were thoroughly cleaned -- several times. Afterwards, as she flew around the room to dry off, the fairy girl asked, "So, what are we going to do until sunset?" Tag Sal From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Jul 13 13:10:51 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040712084116.024132a8@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <20040713121051.64450.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> Jena wrote: >Marie nodded to Shawn and moved towards the medic, not talking until after they set Morgan down. She moved back to Morgan's side, on the opposite side of the medic so that she was out of the way. "He took silver to the chest." She hadn't been specifically told as much, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that the looney's they'd fought hadn't been using anything tame. "We've pushed a bunch of bags of blood into him and iron drops..." She didn't mention the fresh blood really not wanting to draw attention to herself or explain what had possessed her to open her arm to a dying vampire. That was always a dangerous thing to do, and would give her father fits if he knew. Morgan was more important. "The bleeding is still too fast and too much. I think something is lodged in there stopping his healing from fully taking effect." Her hand found Morgan's, fingers lacing with his again to give him something to hold onto. "How can I help?" < "Get me some more blood," the medic replied. "To tell you the truth, I'm out of my league here. I wish the doctor was here." He examined the wounds. "The iron was a good idea, and a bad idea. It stopped the bleeding, but it also sealed whatever's doing the damage inside there. Silver, I'm guessing. Only way to take it out now is to cut, and I don't think he'd make it through that." Tag From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Jul 13 15:25:48 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <20040713121051.64450.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040713121051.64450.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089728748.8269.29.camel@DS9> > > "Get me some more blood," the medic replied. "To tell you the truth, I'm out of my league here. I wish the doctor was here." > > He examined the wounds. "The iron was a good idea, and a bad idea. It stopped the bleeding, but it also sealed whatever's doing the damage inside there. Silver, I'm guessing. Only way to take it out now is to cut, and I don't think he'd make it through that." Morganis gave a groan from the pain, but he had heard the medic. "I can get the shards out myself with telekineses. If I can think straight. This pain, I can't do it like this though... can you kill the pain without drugging my brain ?" tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Jul 13 15:37:26 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hoiya Shiela [tag Rebecca] Message-ID: <1089729446.13937.36.camel@DS9> Being basically redundant to the events. Shawn made his way backward. As Damien arrived in the doorway, his eyes caught Rebecca's. She was gorgeous, and quite clearly scared. The fact that this was due to no less than two vampires being present was unknown to him, but being Shawn Waugh he had to try to comfort her. Purely for the possibility of personal gain of course as he would be the first to admit. He stepped next to her bed and touched her lightly on the shoulder. "Hoiya Sheila, wharts a pehrty thang lahk yahr doan in a plarse lahk dis ?" tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Tue Jul 13 15:01:46 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (clare.mn@ntlworld.com) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hoiya Shiela [tag Shawn] Message-ID: <20040713140311.MOCV9394.mta01-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.100. 68]> Rebecca flinched ever so slightly at the light touch, sitting upright in an attempt to hide it. As she swung her legs over the side of the bed she looked at Shawn with blank incomprehension. Involuntarily the ever-eloquent Rebecca started to reply Huh? but as she opened her mouth her mind finally translated his broad accent and instead she gave a deep throaty chuckle, it rumbled out, a sound like molten chocolate. To hear such a corny phrase in a place like this struck her as ludicrous, not to mention she was aware that she was seriously dishevelled. Glancing down she saw her blouse was unbuttoned; obviously someone had treated her wound. Looking back up at Shawn it was clear that his gaze had followed hers down. Struggling to keep her face straight, she started to re-button her blouse. I dont know - perhaps you can tell me where this place is? /tag Shawn > > From: "A.J. Venter" > Date: 2004/07/13 Tue PM 02:37:26 GMT > To: GOTC > Subject: [GOTC] Hoiya Shiela [tag Rebecca] > > Being basically redundant to the events. Shawn made his way backward. > > As Damien arrived in the doorway, his eyes caught Rebecca's. She was > gorgeous, and quite clearly scared. The fact that this was due to no > less than two vampires being present was unknown to him, but being Shawn > Waugh he had to try to comfort her. > Purely for the possibility of personal gain of course as he would be the > first to admit. > > He stepped next to her bed and touched her lightly on the shoulder. > "Hoiya Sheila, wharts a pehrty thang lahk yahr doan in a plarse lahk dis > ?" > > tag > -- > "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is > noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. > A.J. Venter > DireqLearn Tech Guru > www.direqlearn.org > http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) > http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) > http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc > ----------------------------------------- Email provided by http://www.ntlhome.com/ From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Jul 13 17:15:03 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hoiya Shiela [tag Shawn] In-Reply-To: <20040713140311.MOCV9394.mta01-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.100 . 68]> References: <20040713140311.MOCV9394.mta01-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.100 . 68]> Message-ID: <1089735303.8269.48.camel@DS9> On Tue, 2004-07-13 at 14:01, clare.mn@ntlworld.com wrote: > Rebecca flinched ever so slightly at the light touch, sitting upright in an attempt to hide it. As she swung her legs over the side of the bed she looked at Shawn with blank incomprehension. Involuntarily the ever-eloquent Rebecca started to reply Huh? but as she opened her mouth her mind finally translated his broad accent and instead she gave a deep throaty chuckle, it rumbled out, a sound like molten chocolate. > > To hear such a corny phrase in a place like this struck her as ludicrous, not to mention she was aware that she was seriously dishevelled. Glancing down she saw her blouse was unbuttoned; obviously someone had treated her wound. Looking back up at Shawn it was clear that his gaze had followed hers down. > > Struggling to keep her face straight, she started to re-button her blouse. > > I dont know - perhaps you can tell me where this place is? > Shawn took a moment to answer, her unbuttoned bloused had, taken up most of his mental capacities for a few moments, and when he did speak he almost said "huh what ?" "Oi Sheila, dees is dah gardiahns hardqatters, and ye'r lying in dar infarmaray. Did yar bump yar hard if yar darrent knaw dart?" tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Jul 13 17:41:57 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag Wendy, Sal] In-Reply-To: <20040713114746.33626.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040713114746.33626.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089736916.1478.1.camel@DS9> On Tue, 2004-07-13 at 11:47, Kathy Perkins wrote: > Wendy did help in the shower, and she made sure that all Sal's parts were thoroughly cleaned -- several times. > > Afterwards, as she flew around the room to dry off, the fairy girl asked, "So, what are we going to do until sunset?" Sal's mind was, to say the least, boggled. The little pixie had proven conclusively that size didn't matter, and frankly Sal couldn't remember ever having had quite so exquisite a shower... or being that clean. "Well I suppose we *should* go answer the phones, but bugger that ! Why don't we go hunting for beefcake instead ?" tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From jenarey at comcast.net Tue Jul 13 15:58:09 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Papershredded [Tag Stephanie, Anyone in the infirmary] In-Reply-To: <1089713823.13937.18.camel@DS9> References: <071220041658.4997.40F2C324000F22BD000013852200750330970A9D 0 E020A06@comcast.net> <1089713823.13937.18.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040713085549.025540d0@mail.comcast.net> > > Stephanie wasn't comforted by his assertation that the blood wasn't > his. he still looked like a mess. She moved over towards him, tilting > her head to one side as they walked. "So what happened? You > rather...well...you look terrible. You need better protection if you're > going to go get torn up to that degree!" > >"Well perhaps today you could finish the armour you had started for me" he >said winking. The gurney/ was getting heavy so he was very relieved to >reach the stairs on the infirmary level where he could put it down and >push it to the door. Stephanie nodded at the suggestion, her mind already a whir with ideas for something that would keep him in one piece without weighing him down. Up close the damage looked both better and worse. She could see healed skin under the rips, but his clothing was gonners. The catwoman looked up as another woman brushed by them and entered the infirmary, demanding that anyone that didn't need to be here get out with a look specifically for the pair in the doorway. Stephanie cracked a faint smile. "I think she means us." From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Tue Jul 13 15:52:53 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (clare.mn@ntlworld.com) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hoiya Shiela [tag Shawn] Message-ID: <20040713145028.VQUP1023.mta05-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.100. 64]> > Shawn took a moment to answer, her unbuttoned bloused had, > taken up most of his mental capacities for a few moments, and when he > did speak he almost said "huh what ?" > "Oi Sheila, dees is dah gardiahns hardqatters, and ye'r lying in dar > infarmaray. Did yar bump yar hard if yar darrent knaw dart?" Rebecca smiled wirly "I don't think I've bumped my head, well at least not in the last 24 hours but I have been known to sleepwalk" Acutely aware of the vampires in the room she decided that the best way to deal with the rising panic was to concentrate on the man in front of her. "So tell me - are you a Guardian?" ----------------------------------------- Email provided by http://www.ntlhome.com/ From jenarey at comcast.net Tue Jul 13 16:06:33 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <20040713121051.64450.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> References: <6.1.0.6.0.20040712084116.024132a8@mail.comcast.net> <20040713121051.64450.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040713085829.0255f8a0@mail.comcast.net> >"Get me some more blood," the medic replied. "To tell you the truth, I'm >out of my league here. I wish the doctor was here." > >He examined the wounds. "The iron was a good idea, and a bad idea. It >stopped the bleeding, but it also sealed whatever's doing the damage >inside there. Silver, I'm guessing. Only way to take it out now is to >cut, and I don't think he'd make it through that." As though in answer to his grumblings about the doctor Natalia arrived in the infirmary. She stripped off her gloves, tucking them into a pocket of her coat and then tossing the coat onto an unoccupied gurney, she'd get it back later. She looked over the room, allowing her senses to stretch and consider the people within. Handwound, shoulder, forearm, chest...lots of blood loss all the way around save for Terry who's case was mental and would take more time. Natalia sighed softly, feeling a headache coming on, then cleared her throat, speaking loud enough to carry. "I'm going to be standing in for the good doctor for a bit. If you're not medical staff and not wounded, get out of the way. Medics, just keep your patients stable until I can get around. I'll take them in order of severity." She flexed her fingers, knowing she was going to need energy. I'll need a couple of donors too." The request didn't seem to phase the helpers, they were used to giving blood, but she hadn't specified what she needed yet. Chest, hand, shoulder, arm, head...it seemed like a reasonable order and she strode towards Morgan and Marie, interrupting the conversation. "Looks like you're first." She glanced at Marie and shook her head, "And you. Sit down before you fall down, you're white." Marie blinked as the woman ordered her around, a bit stunned to be honest. She began to protest and then noticed a stool behind her and hooked it with one foot, dragging it over. "You said sit, not leave." The words were a challenge and she squeezed Morgan's hand tighter. "We need to deaden the pain so he can get the silver out." The Russian woman looked between Morgan, Marie and the medic and shook her head. "We'll handle it all at once." From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk Tue Jul 13 17:38:38 2004 From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Apologies to Mik In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040713163838.96661.qmail@web25201.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > After checking the archive for sometime, > we seem to have > established that Jessie and Jay are living on the > 3rd (English) floor. I realised after I'd left home for the days that that should have said Mik established. We were both in the archives looking, and he found the proof well before I did. Sorry for not making that clear.... ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Tue Jul 13 21:14:15 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040713085829.0255f8a0@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <> Jonathon felt like his injuries were pretty bloody severe, but also knew that shouting about them would move him further down the priority list, and anyway he really didn't think he could summon up the energy to shout. He groaned experimentally, seeing what came out, and it didn't sound like him. He tried to lift up his hand to see if it was still bleeding, and the pain was just excruciating. His head swam, and he gave up on that as a bad job. Where had Joy gone? That bloke in charge had called her Lieutenant, did that mean she'd joined? He was going to have to have a serious conversation with her when he was patched up. What the hell was she thinking of leaving him with strangers whilst she went off with some Vampire? There was some straight talking to be done and as soon as possible. In the meantime he wished they'd bloody well hurry up and give him some pain relief. This felt like being back in the Bronx, after slugging Ryan O'Neill, and not wanting to show his Mamma that he'd hurt himself. He'd been 11 at the time. As his brain wandered down memory lane, drifting in and out, the orderly tried to improve on the first aid he'd been given and slipped a tourniquet on to halt the blood loss. Tag - infirmary guys. From warhawkbabe00 at yahoo.com Tue Jul 13 21:42:18 2004 From: warhawkbabe00 at yahoo.com (Aimee M) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Home Again is the Huntress (Abigail's intro) Message-ID: <20040713204218.70992.qmail@web50001.mail.yahoo.com> Jimmy glanced back over his shoulder for at least the hundredth time since picking up his current fare, a short brunette haired woman . . . dresses down in all black leather. Seeing the woman's eyes would've made the cabbie feel a little better, though seeing as she was wearing a dark pair of sunglasses . . . at night mind you . . . that was all but impossible. Normally Jim, who was roughly 6ft tall and weighed just this side of 240lbs, wouldn't give any of his fares more than a second glance, much less be wary of one . . . those this chick was giving him a run for his money. After getting in the cab, she quickly rattled off an address and hadn't spoken a word since . . . hell, she hadn't made a single sound. She just seemed to stare ahead, unmoving as the cab wound it's way through the darkened city streets, Jimmy was almost certain the chick wasn't breathing . . . but that was impossible . . . right? Wiping away a few beads of sweat from his brow the cabbie picked up a little speed . . . A few minutes later the cab ground to a stop in front of the Guardians NYC Headquarters, "Well . . . here's your stop ma'am . . ." A wad of dollar bills landed in the seat next to Jim before he could even finish, glancing over his shoulder he watched as the strange woman picked gathered up the two bags she had brought with her and started to climb out without so much as a word. Turning to face front once more the large cabbie glanced up in the rear view mirror . . . and went pale . . . there was no reflection, "Holy . . ." That was all Jim needed to see, he threw the cab back into gear and floored it . . . * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Abigail had just slammed the cab door shut behind her as the driver took off like a bat out of hell, tires squealing and smoking as the cab sped away and flew around a corner, gone from sight. The vampire smiled coldly as she turned and gave the building that loomed before her a quick once over, * Damn Sullivan . . . looks like the Guardians have been treating you well. * Abby was quite a site to behold; a petite, very attractive brunette female dressed in a skin tight black leather body suit, a heavy pair of calf high black leather boots, a dark pair of sunglasses, and a heavy, black leather duster. She carried a black, over sized duffel bag in either hand . . . everything she owned she was either wearing or was in one of those bags. The dark Guardian slowly made her way up the steps, regarding the the large metal blast doors with an arched eyebrow as she pushed the ringer . . . giving the bell three short rings and stepped back, patiently waiting for someone to answer . . . ((Tags: __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com From warhawkbabe00 at yahoo.com Tue Jul 13 21:50:40 2004 From: warhawkbabe00 at yahoo.com (Aimee M) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Home Again is the Huntress (Abigail's intro) Message-ID: <20040713205040.51511.qmail@web50006.mail.yahoo.com> Jimmy glanced back over his shoulder for at least the hundredth time since picking up his current fare, a short brunette haired woman . . . dresses down in all black leather. Seeing the woman's eyes would've made the cabbie feel a little better, though seeing as she was wearing a dark pair of sunglasses . . . at night mind you . . . that was all but impossible. Normally Jim, who was roughly 6ft tall and weighed just this side of 240lbs, wouldn't give any of his fares more than a second glance, much less be wary of one . . . those this chick was giving him a run for his money. After getting in the cab, she quickly rattled off an address and hadn't spoken a word since . . . hell, she hadn't made a single sound. She just seemed to stare ahead, unmoving as the cab wound it's way through the darkened city streets, Jimmy was almost certain the chick wasn't breathing . . . but that was impossible . . . right? Wiping away a few beads of sweat from his brow the cabbie picked up a little speed . . . A few minutes later the cab ground to a stop in front of the Guardians NYC Headquarters, "Well . . . here's your stop ma'am . . ." A wad of dollar bills landed in the seat next to Jim before he could even finish, glancing over his shoulder he watched as the strange woman picked gathered up the two bags she had brought with her and started to climb out without so much as a word. Turning to face front once more the large cabbie glanced up in the rear view mirror . . . and went pale . . . there was no reflection, "Holy . . ." That was all Jim needed to see, he threw the cab back into gear and floored it . . . * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Abigail had just slammed the cab door shut behind her as the driver took off like a bat out of hell, tires squealing and smoking as the cab sped away and flew around a corner, gone from sight. The vampire smiled coldly as she turned and gave the building that loomed before her a quick once over, * Damn Sullivan . . . looks like the Guardians have been treating you well. * Abby was quite a site to behold; a petite, very attractive brunette female dressed in a skin tight black leather body suit, a heavy pair of calf high black leather boots, a dark pair of sunglasses, and a heavy, black leather duster. She carried a black, over sized duffel bag in either hand . . . everything she owned she was either wearing or was in one of those bags. The dark Guardian slowly made her way up the steps, regarding the the large metal blast doors with an arched eyebrow as she pushed the ringer . . . giving the bell three short rings and stepped back, patiently waiting for someone to answer . . . ((Tags: Larry!!) --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? New and Improved Yahoo! Mail - Send 10MB messages! From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Tue Jul 13 21:52:59 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Home Again is the Huntress (Abigail's intro) In-Reply-To: <20040713204218.70992.qmail@web50001.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: OOC - Kathy just borrowing Larry to get Abby into the game - he's the easiest to make monosyllabic! Jimmy glanced back over his shoulder for at least the hundredth time since picking up his current fare, a short brunette haired woman . . . dresses down in all black leather. Seeing the woman's eyes would've made the cabbie feel a little better, though seeing as she was wearing a dark pair of sunglasses . . . at night mind you . . . that was all but impossible. Normally Jim, who was roughly 6ft tall and weighed just this side of 240lbs, wouldn't give any of his fares more than a second glance, much less be wary of one . . . those this chick was giving him a run for his money. After getting in the cab, she quickly rattled off an address and hadn't spoken a word since . . . hell, she hadn't made a single sound. She just seemed to stare ahead, unmoving as the cab wound it's way through the darkened city streets, Jimmy was almost certain the chick wasn't breathing . . . but that was impossible . . . right? Wiping away a few beads of sweat from his brow the cabbie picked up a little speed . . . A few minutes later the cab ground to a stop in front of the Guardians NYC Headquarters, "Well . . . here's your stop ma'am . . ." A wad of dollar bills landed in the seat next to Jim before he could even finish, glancing over his shoulder he watched as the strange woman picked gathered up the two bags she had brought with her and started to climb out without so much as a word. Turning to face front once more the large cabbie glanced up in the rear view mirror . . . and went pale . . . there was no reflection, "Holy . . ." That was all Jim needed to see, he threw the cab back into gear and floored it . . . * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Abigail had just slammed the cab door shut behind her as the driver took off like a bat out of hell, tires squealing and smoking as the cab sped away and flew around a corner, gone from sight. The vampire smiled coldly as she turned and gave the building that loomed before her a quick once over, * Damn Sullivan . . . looks like the Guardians have been treating you well. * Abby was quite a site to behold; a petite, very attractive brunette female dressed in a skin tight black leather body suit, a heavy pair of calf high black leather boots, a dark pair of sunglasses, and a heavy, black leather duster. She carried a black, over sized duffel bag in either hand . . . everything she owned she was either wearing or was in one of those bags. The dark Guardian slowly made her way up the steps, regarding the the large metal blast doors with an arched eyebrow as she pushed the ringer . . . giving the bell three short rings and stepped back, patiently waiting for someone to answer . . . The door opened slowly and a huge hulking figure appeared before her, "Yes?" it said somewhat uncommunicatively Tag From warhawkbabe00 at yahoo.com Tue Jul 13 22:09:57 2004 From: warhawkbabe00 at yahoo.com (Aimee M) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Home Again is the Huntress (Abigail's intro) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040713210957.77496.qmail@web50001.mail.yahoo.com> The dark Guardian slowly made her way up the steps, regarding the the large metal blast doors with an arched eyebrow as she pushed the ringer . . . giving the bell three short rings and stepped back, patiently waiting for someone to answer . . . The door opened slowly and a huge hulking figure appeared before her, "Yes?" it said somewhat uncommunicatively. Abigail regarded the hulking troll for a few moments, not speaking or even moving. When the vampire finally did speak up she cocked her head to the side slightly, "Corporal Cross reporting in." Her tone matched that of the troll's dead on. ((Tags: Larry)) --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? New and Improved Yahoo! Mail - Send 10MB messages! From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Tue Jul 13 22:19:21 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Home Again is the Huntress (Abigail's intro) In-Reply-To: <20040713210957.77496.qmail@web50001.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <> "Inside..." the booming voice said, pointing the way. The dawn was just coming into the sky, and if he left her out here she would be toast. He checked the computer, and looked at the woman, comparing her to the picture on the screen. They matched. "Welcome..." he said, then pointed towards the infirmary "Commander... In... There...?" He lead her there and opened the door for her. Tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Jul 13 23:49:54 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Apologies to Mik In-Reply-To: <20040713163838.96661.qmail@web25201.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040713224954.32202.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> > Sorry for not making that clear.... No worries here, I just assumed I'd been a lackey ;-) Mik. ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Jul 13 23:59:07 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecomings [tag Sam, Reilly] Message-ID: <20040713225907.84133.qmail@web53106.mail.yahoo.com> Gabe got off Damiens bike and looked across at Reilly to see how she had coped with the ride, then he spotted Sam sat in the front of Evans van. With a nod to Reilly he walked across to the door, "Come on out, I will take you up to see Jessie and Terry, I am sure one of those will have some ideas." He offered a gloved hand to the boy. [tag Sam, Reilly] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Jul 14 09:26:46 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Papershredded [Tag Stephanie, Anyone in the infirmary] In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040713085549.025540d0@mail.comcast.net> References: <071220041658.4997.40F2C324000F22BD000013852200750330970A9D 0 E020A06@comcast.net> <1089713823.13937.18.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040713085549.025540d0@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <1089793606.15570.5.camel@DS9> > > Stephanie nodded at the suggestion, her mind already a whir with ideas for > something that would keep him in one piece without weighing him down. Up > close the damage looked both better and worse. She could see healed skin > under the rips, but his clothing was gonners. The catwoman looked up as > another woman brushed by them and entered the infirmary, demanding that > anyone that didn't need to be here get out with a look specifically for the > pair in the doorway. Stephanie cracked a faint smile. "I think she means us." Damien nodded. "Before I do anything else, I need a drink. Why don't you come down to the kitchen with me. Then we can grab some breakfast while we're there, and I can go get cleaned up after ?" tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Jul 14 09:50:56 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hoiya Shiela [tag Shawn] In-Reply-To: <20040713145028.VQUP1023.mta05-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.100 . 64]> References: <20040713145028.VQUP1023.mta05-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.100 . 64]> Message-ID: <1089795056.15728.17.camel@DS9> > Rebecca smiled wirly "I don't think I've bumped my head, well at least not in the last 24 hours but I have been known to sleepwalk" > > Acutely aware of the vampires in the room she decided that the best way to deal with the rising panic was to concentrate on the man in front of her. > > "So tell me - are you a Guardian?" > Shawn shook his head. "Larst baoy me." then seeing that she didn't understand he went on. "O'er da yahrs dahr was arften cases of keds bayin orphaned whare dar gardians couldn't help it. Sarmtimes covernarnt brahkers had kids, sarmtimes people with kids gart killed, sometimes gardians died leaving farmilays. Jethro Sullivan he set up a tahst farnd, for keds lahk ars, keeps us fed and pays fahr schoolan' an' sarch. Mah pahrents wahr killed in Sydney by mard vampires before the gardians could stop them. But the gardians dahr saved mah lahve. Keds lahk mah, we are carled da larst baoy's lahk in Payter Pahn. We arl owe the gardians, sarm of us we do sarvices for them. There is nah rule bart we dah it arnyway. Me, ama drahve a varn for 'am, gettem outa scrapes. 'Tis nah big heroic jarb, but 'tis needed too yar knaw." tag OOC: Well now we know who staffs the cleanup crews and vans etc. :) Sorry Kat for stealing the name from the movie you stole characters from :) , but I have been playing with the idea for some time and that just clinked it. Callum would be a lost boy as well, who turned guardian. Shawn became a driver. Others are plumbers and doctors doing their own thing. And currently downstairs, the two newest members are trying to come to grips with the sad realities. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Wed Jul 14 08:22:25 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hoiya Shiela [tag Shawn - Everyone in Infirmary] In-Reply-To: <1089795056.15728.17.camel@DS9> Message-ID: > Shawn shook his head. > "Larst baoy me." then seeing that she didn't understand he went on. > "O'er da yahrs dahr was arften cases of keds bayin orphaned whare dar > gardians couldn't help it. Sarmtimes covernarnt brahkers had kids, > sarmtimes people with kids gart killed, sometimes gardians died leaving > farmilays. Jethro Sullivan he set up a tahst farnd, for keds lahk ars, > keeps us fed and pays fahr schoolan' an' sarch. Mah pahrents wahr killed > in Sydney by mard vampires before the gardians could stop them. But the > gardians dahr saved mah lahve. > Keds lahk mah, we are carled da larst baoy's lahk in Payter Pahn. We arl > owe the gardians, sarm of us we do sarvices for them. There is nah rule > bart we dah it arnyway. Me, ama drahve a varn for 'am, gettem outa > scrapes. 'Tis nah big heroic jarb, but 'tis needed too yar knaw." Rebecca was actually quite impressed by Shawns humility - she had been expecting him to spin a tale about what a big hero he was. She was so focused on trying to understand what Shawn was saying she barely noticed Natalia's entrance into the infirmary but Natalia's request for donors caught her attention. Her stomach lurched at the thought of "donations" - it was time to be somewhere else. Getting off the bed she smiled at Shawn - "best do what the lady said, could you please show me where the living quarters are? - I'm not quite sure where my room is" Tag /ooc can someone tell me where my room is in relation to the others Ta From ajventer at gmail.com Wed Jul 14 09:09:17 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hoiya Shiela [tag Shawn - Everyone in Infirmary] In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04071401093a43cdc1@mail.gmail.com> > > Rebecca was actually quite impressed by Shawns humility - she had been > expecting him to spin a tale about what a big hero he was. She was so > focused on trying to understand what Shawn was saying she barely noticed > Natalia's entrance into the infirmary but Natalia's request for donors > caught her attention. Her stomach lurched at the thought of "donations" - > it was time to be somewhere else. > > Getting off the bed she smiled at Shawn - "best do what the lady said, could > you please show me where the living quarters are? - I'm not quite sure where > my room is" > "Iffin yahr tels me yahr nahm I carn farnd art far yar." Shawn volunteered. tag OOC: Short one I know Okay looked a the map and spoke with Suey, seems like it's fine to give Rebecca room 3, that's a nice corner room next to Callum, big windows and no vampires close by. From ajventer at gmail.com Wed Jul 14 09:10:33 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Apologies to Mik In-Reply-To: <20040713224954.32202.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040713224954.32202.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc040714011057af8bcb@mail.gmail.com> I'm the one who should appologize, I messed up my memories of the map. I'm the GM and I should know it by heart. That's over then, go about your business folks, nothing more ot see here :) On Tue, 13 Jul 2004 23:49:54 +0100 (BST), Mik Reed wrote: > > Sorry for not making that clear.... > > No worries here, I just assumed I'd been a lackey ;-) > > Mik. > > > > > ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc > -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Wed Jul 14 09:18:49 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (clare.mn@ntlworld.com) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hoiya Shiela [tag Shawn - Everyone in Infirmary] Message-ID: <20040714081623.KBBJ1023.mta05-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.100. 64]> > > > "Iffin yahr tels me yahr nahm I carn farnd art far yar." Shawn volunteered. "Thank you - I'm Rebecca Drake and you?" > OOC: Short one I know > Okay looked a the map and spoke with Suey, seems like it's fine to > give Rebecca room 3, that's a nice corner room next to Callum, big > windows and no vampires close by. Sounds spiffy :) ----------------------------------------- Email provided by http://www.ntlhome.com/ From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Jul 14 11:21:32 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hoiya Shiela [tag Shawn - Everyone in Infirmary] In-Reply-To: <20040714081623.KBBJ1023.mta05-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.100 . 64]> References: <20040714081623.KBBJ1023.mta05-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.100 . 64]> Message-ID: <1089800492.17292.21.camel@DS9> On Wed, 2004-07-14 at 08:18, clare.mn@ntlworld.com wrote: > > > > > "Iffin yahr tels me yahr nahm I carn farnd art far yar." Shawn volunteered. > > "Thank you - I'm Rebecca Drake and you?" > "Arm Shawn Waugh" he said. "Harng arn a sex" he flipped open a cellphone and called down, talking for a moment, "Yahrs Rebecca Drake, room 3, Gartcha" Then he flipped it shut, popped it in his pocket and held his hand out to her. "Yahr in room 3. If yahr warnts, I can help yar carry yar starf dahr" he said hopefully tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Wed Jul 14 10:07:47 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (clare.mn@ntlworld.com) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hoiya Shiela [tag Shawn - Everyone in Infirmary] Message-ID: <20040714090711.JTQW9394.mta01-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.100. 69]> > > "Arm Shawn Waugh" he said. "Harng arn a sex" > he flipped open a cellphone and called down, talking for a moment, > "Yahrs Rebecca Drake, room 3, Gartcha" > > Then he flipped it shut, popped it in his pocket and held his hand out > to her. > "Yahr in room 3. If yahr warnts, I can help yar carry yar starf dahr" he > said hopefully > Rebecca felt a brief pang that maybe she was leading this guy on but more importantly she didn't want to be left to find her way on her own. "I'd appreciate it if you could show me the way but I don't ave eny starf ere" Shawn's accent was catching Tag ----------------------------------------- Email provided by http://www.ntlhome.com/ From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Jul 14 12:13:51 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hoiya Shiela [tag Shawn - Everyone in Infirmary] In-Reply-To: <20040714090711.JTQW9394.mta01-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.100 . 69]> References: <20040714090711.JTQW9394.mta01-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.100 . 69]> Message-ID: <1089803631.17292.24.camel@DS9> > > Rebecca felt a brief pang that maybe she was leading this guy on but more importantly she didn't want to be left to find her way on her own. > > "I'd appreciate it if you could show me the way but I don't ave eny starf ere" > > Shawn's accent was catching Shawn carefully picked his jaw up from the floor and replaced it. "Right arn leedle lahdie." he managed to speak and led her out of the infirmary and down toward the stairs. "So, are yahr's a garjan dahn ? Marst be verra exartang ?" -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Wed Jul 14 10:35:28 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (clare.mn@ntlworld.com) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hoiya Shiela [tag Shawn - Everyone in Infirmary] Message-ID: <20040714093326.HPTL8666.mta02-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.100. 62]> > "Right arn leedle lahdie." he managed to speak and led her out of the > infirmary and down toward the stairs. > "So, are yahr's a garjan dahn ? Marst be verra exartang ?" Relieved to be out of the infirmary Rebecca allowed herself to relax slightly. To Shawn's question she gave a short bitter laugh, "I'm no guardian and my experience to date with .." she stopped herself before the word "freaks" could form on her lips. "my experiences lately have been more terrifying than exciting but I'm here to learn more about these er um Guardians" ----------------------------------------- Email provided by http://www.ntlhome.com/ From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Jul 14 12:43:47 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hoiya Shiela In-Reply-To: <20040714093326.HPTL8666.mta02-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.100 . 62]> References: <20040714093326.HPTL8666.mta02-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.100 . 62]> Message-ID: <1089805427.15570.28.camel@DS9> On Wed, 2004-07-14 at 09:35, clare.mn@ntlworld.com wrote: > > "Right arn leedle lahdie." he managed to speak and led her out of the > > infirmary and down toward the stairs. > > "So, are yahr's a garjan dahn ? Marst be verra exartang ?" > > Relieved to be out of the infirmary Rebecca allowed herself to relax slightly. To Shawn's question she gave a short bitter laugh, "I'm no guardian and my experience to date with .." she stopped herself before the word "freaks" could form on her lips. "my experiences lately have been more terrifying than exciting but I'm here to learn more about these er um Guardians" > Shawn stopped. "Ye'r not carmfartable with varmpires and where's are yar ?" he said softly. "There really nart thart different frahm ars, nart arn the insard wharr it carnts arnyway." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Wed Jul 14 11:20:29 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (clare.mn@ntlworld.com) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hoiya Shiela Message-ID: <20040714101847.JJHE16133.mta03-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.100 .63]> > Shawn stopped. > "Ye'r not carmfartable with varmpires and where's are yar ?" he said > softly. "There really nart thart different frahm ars, nart arn the > insard wharr it carnts arnyway." Rebecca's only response was a non-commital "hmm" The idea that vampires and to a lesser extent were creatures were "nart thart different" was abhorant to her. That line of thought always took her back to Daniel. They had been together on and off for years, she thought she knew him but all that time he had been something else, something not quite human - it made her feel sick. And sad. ----------------------------------------- Email provided by http://www.ntlhome.com/ From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Jul 14 13:29:39 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hoiya Shiela In-Reply-To: <20040714101847.JJHE16133.mta03-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.10 0 .63]> References: <20040714101847.JJHE16133.mta03-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.10 0 .63]> Message-ID: <1089808179.15728.39.camel@DS9> On Wed, 2004-07-14 at 10:20, clare.mn@ntlworld.com wrote: > > Shawn stopped. > > "Ye'r not carmfartable with varmpires and where's are yar ?" he said > > softly. "There really nart thart different frahm ars, nart arn the > > insard wharr it carnts arnyway." > > Rebecca's only response was a non-commital "hmm" > > The idea that vampires and to a lesser extent were creatures were "nart thart different" was abhorant to her. That line of thought always took her back to Daniel. They had been together on and off for years, she thought she knew him but all that time he had been something else, something not quite human - it made her feel sick. And sad. Shawn picked up her mood, even if the details were not known to him. "Dahr's bard warns, arnt gewd warns. Sarm people are white and sarm are white and sarm are Asian and sarm are vampires. Nobardy's destiny is decided by whart he is - it is decided by who he choose ta be. Darnt jardge arl becaurse sarm are bard. I've seen some humans who were warse tharn the varmpires whart killed my farmilly. Arnt it was another varmpire whart saved my lahf, a varmpire's marney paid fahr me to be raised and schooled. Human can start jardging them, when there aint nah mahr Charles Marnsarns." He fell quiet, this was NOT the way to pick up a chick that was for sure. Even Shawn Waugh could figure that out, but he didn't really know what else to do. She had obviously been hurt by a vampire or lycan, and well somebody had to tell her that they weren't all like that. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Wed Jul 14 11:49:11 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (clare.mn@ntlworld.com) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hoiya Shiela Message-ID: <20040714104729.MEHH16133.mta03-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.100 .63]> She had obviously been hurt by a vampire or lycan, and well somebody had > to tell her that they weren't all like that. What Shawn was telling her was pretty much the same arguement that she had with herself. She knew that she was wrong to feel the way she did - she knew it made her a bigot. Logically she could accept that vampires were individuals good and bad right up to the moment she was in the presence of one. At which point she could feel herself swelling with hate and anger, a desire to strike out. As for werewolves and such like - they just scared her. She glanced at Shawn - this was not the conversation she had been expecting to have. "Well as I said - I'm here to learn" ----------------------------------------- Email provided by http://www.ntlhome.com/ From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Jul 14 13:54:53 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Bubbles [Tag Joy] Message-ID: <1089809692.15570.43.camel@DS9> Having finally made a dent in the post-battle workload Jethro dragged himself up the stairs. He would have to check back with Ratso today and get the damn elevator installed. He made it up to the officers level, and made his way to Joy's room where he knocked moments later. [tag] -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Jul 14 13:57:51 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hoiya Shiela In-Reply-To: <20040714104729.MEHH16133.mta03-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.10 0 .63]> References: <20040714104729.MEHH16133.mta03-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.10 0 .63]> Message-ID: <1089809871.15728.47.camel@DS9> > She glanced at Shawn - this was not the conversation she had been expecting to have. > > "Well as I said - I'm here to learn" Shawn nodded. "Tharts alright. We arl learn." he looked at her intently for a moment. "Are yahr shar yahr want ta gaw arp yet ? I carn always help yahrs later. I arf duty naw, haw baut we grab some breckie ? Yahr look like yahr can use a cupper cahfy" tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Wed Jul 14 12:23:48 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (clare.mn@ntlworld.com) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hoiya Shiela Message-ID: <20040714112120.BNRG1023.mta05-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.100. 64]> "a cafhy would be good but first".. she lifted up one bare foot "I could do with some shoes and perhaps.." she pulled at her rumpled blouse, wrinkling her nose "a shower and a change of clothes, howabout after you've shown me to my room you come back in about 1/4 of an hour and we can go and get some coffee?" > > From: "A.J. Venter" > Date: 2004/07/14 Wed PM 12:57:51 GMT > To: GOTC > Subject: Re: Re: [GOTC] Hoiya Shiela > > > She glanced at Shawn - this was not the conversation she had been expecting to have. > > > > "Well as I said - I'm here to learn" > > Shawn nodded. > "Tharts alright. We arl learn." he looked at her intently for a moment. > "Are yahr shar yahr want ta gaw arp yet ? I carn always help yahrs > later. I arf duty naw, haw baut we grab some breckie ? Yahr look like > yahr can use a cupper cahfy" > > tag > -- > "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is > noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. > A.J. Venter > DireqLearn Tech Guru > www.direqlearn.org > http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) > http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) > http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc > ----------------------------------------- Email provided by http://www.ntlhome.com/ From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Wed Jul 14 12:45:52 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Sue=20Lee?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Bubbles [Tag Joy Jethro] In-Reply-To: <1089809692.15570.43.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040714114552.89389.qmail@web86703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > He made it up to the officers level, and made his way to Joy's room > where he knocked moments later. Joy had been staring into space, wondering when the painkillers would kick in, when she heard the knock. She dragged herself off the bed and opened the door, noticing on the way past that she seemed to have a small seating area, which had nothing in at the moment but would be about right for a couch and a desk in the fullness of time. She wondered how she had missed it on the way in, but she had been buried under bags and boxes at the time. "Hi" she smiled at Jethro, and stepped back to let him come inside. tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Jul 14 12:46:33 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Dawn at HQ - Callum & Meg (JP Kat and Sue - It might have been a lot longer...) In-Reply-To: <20040712164924.37295.qmail@web86703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040714114633.98917.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> Sue Lee wrote: >>Meg had not woken when she shifted into human form. The events of the previous evening had worn her out completely. The only change she'd noticed were that her dreams had calmed a bit. The wolf had relaxed and allowed the human to take over the dreams once again. When Callum began to move his foot toward the comforter, her only response had been to moan and shift slightly, pressing herself more tightly against him. She sighed contentedly. Callum felt her wriggle slightly and his blood soared. His hand scrabbled for the cover, and by leaning hard with his top half, keeping his bottom half as still as possible he managed to connect with it, using the very tips of his fingers, and pulled it upwards. When they were both covered he leant forwards and kissed the back of her neck verra gently. << "Mmmm," Meg sighed. She snuggled closer to Callum. "Morning." She felt the warmth, and the other benefits of waking up next to a man, as she slowly regained consciousness. Last night was a bit of a blur to her. Just as she was about to turn to Cal and kiss him, a loud pounding came at the door. "Meg, wake up! We gotta situation! Jay an' da Doc're in trouble!" That woke her up! "Give me about 10 or 15, and I'll be down," she shouted through the door. With an accent that thick, it could only be Rizzoli. "If Cal's in dere, tell him we need him, too, both a youse!" Meg blushed a little at that, then peeked slowly under the covers. Her face turned even redder. "I'm...naked under here, aren't I?" Tag Callum OOC - go on then, spoil the poor boy's moment OOC: Careful what you ask for... :) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Jul 14 12:49:21 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Rude awakenings (tag Ratso, Muse, Sullivan, natalia) In-Reply-To: <071220041701.1617.40F2C3F000011580000006512200734830970A9D 0 E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20040714114921.64971.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> jenarey@comcast.net wrote: >>Muse blinked sleepily as she felt the blanket come over her and then the kiss on her forehead. Only as Ratso was running for the door did she come fully awake and realize that she was still in the buff under the blanket. She blushed, but there was no one around to see it, for which she was grateful. She did like Ratso, but...there were a lot of levels to liking someone and having a relationship and...well...everything else. The weremouse gave herself a little shake and a stretch before she reached out for her clothing and quickly got dressed. It was morning, folks would be hungry. She had work to do. For a moment she worried about whatever it was that had dragged Ratso off in such a hurry, but then decided it was just going to be one more thing that she was told not to worry about anyway. She sighed and tucked the blanket away where it could be used for another night and then headed towards the dispensaries to figure out how much damage had been left from the dog and! what food needed to be restocked.<< The kitchen appeared to be untouched. The were dispensary was absolutely spotless and had even been restocked. There were no signs of the damage caused by the nocturnal wanderings of Sal and Wendy. From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Jul 14 13:19:45 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Curing the vampire (was Ride in the Country) -- tag Marie, Morgan, medic In-Reply-To: <1089728748.8269.29.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040714121945.68928.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: >>Morganis gave a groan from the pain, but he had heard the medic. "I can get the shards out myself with telekineses. If I can think straight. This pain, I can't do it like this though... can you kill the pain without drugging my brain ?"<< The medic thought for a minute. "Well...I could try a neural block, if we have something here for it. I haven't done one in a while, and I've never done one on a vampire before." The young man checked the cabinets and came back with a bottle and an IV set-up kit. "This is makeshift at best," he said. "I can do an epidural, which should help. I'll start it just above the source of the pain and stop it as soon as you've got all the silver out. Miss, can you help me turn him on his side?" He took Morgan's shoulder. "This is going to hurt like hell. Try to stay with us, ok?" Tag Marie, Morgan tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) _______________________________________________ GOTC mailing list GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Wed Jul 14 13:26:01 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Sue=20Lee?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Dawn at HQ - Callum & Meg (JP Kat and Sue - It might have been a lot longer...) In-Reply-To: <20040714114633.98917.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040714122601.32468.qmail@web86706.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > "Mmmm," Meg sighed. She snuggled closer to Callum. "Morning." She > felt the warmth, and the other benefits of waking up next to a man, > as she slowly regained consciousness. Last night was a bit of a blur > to her. > > Just as she was about to turn to Cal and kiss him, a loud pounding > came at the door. "Meg, wake up! We gotta situation! Jay an' da > Doc're in trouble!" > > That woke her up! "Give me about 10 or 15, and I'll be down," she > shouted through the door. With an accent that thick, it could only > be Rizzoli. > > "If Cal's in dere, tell him we need him, too, both a youse!" > > Meg blushed a little at that, then peeked slowly under the covers. > Her face turned even redder. "I'm...naked under here, aren't I?" "Aye, that you are. Shift yersen, woman! I'd offer to get out and throw some clothes on first, but there are people in trouble..." as he was talking Callum unwrapped himself with a note of regret from Meg's body, and sat on the side of the bed putting on his boxers and his t-shirt. He looked for his glasses not sure what he'd done with them last night before the change. Tag Meg OOC - AJ is evil GM sometimes, but I forgive him. From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Jul 14 13:28:56 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040713085829.0255f8a0@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <20040714122856.85519.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> OOC: Didn't read this one before I responded to the other...sorry. I think I can cover, though. Jena wrote: >"Get me some more blood," the medic replied. "To tell you the truth, I'm >out of my league here. I wish the doctor was here." > >He examined the wounds. "The iron was a good idea, and a bad idea. It >stopped the bleeding, but it also sealed whatever's doing the damage >inside there. Silver, I'm guessing. Only way to take it out now is to >cut, and I don't think he'd make it through that." >>As though in answer to his grumblings about the doctor Natalia arrived in the infirmary. She stripped off her gloves, tucking them into a pocket of her coat and then tossing the coat onto an unoccupied gurney, she'd get it back later. She looked over the room, allowing her senses to stretch and consider the people within. Handwound, shoulder, forearm, chest...lots of blood loss all the way around save for Terry who's case was mental and would take more time. Natalia sighed softly, feeling a headache coming on, then cleared her throat, speaking loud enough to carry. "I'm going to be standing in for the good doctor for a bit. If you're not medical staff and not wounded, get out of the way. Medics, just keep your patients stable until I can get around. I'll take them in order of severity." She flexed her fingers, knowing she was going to need energy. I'll need a couple of donors too." The request didn't seem to phase the helpers, they were used to giving blood, but she hadn't specified what she needed yet. Chest, hand, shoulder, arm, head...it seemed like a reasonable order and she strode towards Morgan and Marie, interrupting the conversation. "Looks like you're first." She glanced at Marie and shook her head, "And you. Sit down before you fall down, you're white." Marie blinked as the woman ordered her around, a bit stunned to be honest. She began to protest and then noticed a stool behind her and hooked it with one foot, dragging it over. "You said sit, not leave." The words were a challenge and she squeezed Morgan's hand tighter. "We need to deaden the pain so he can get the silver out." The Russian woman looked between Morgan, Marie and the medic and shook her head. "We'll handle it all at once." << The medic had been about to attempt his daring epidural-on-a-vampire idea, but was frankly relieved to skip it. He moved the supplies out of the way. He'd seen this lady in action before. "What do you need me to do?" Tag Natalia From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Jul 14 13:33:04 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag Wendy, Sal] In-Reply-To: <1089736916.1478.1.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040714123304.71061.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: On Tue, 2004-07-13 at 11:47, Kathy Perkins wrote: >>Sal's mind was, to say the least, boggled. The little pixie had proven conclusively that size didn't matter, and frankly Sal couldn't remember ever having had quite so exquisite a shower... or being that clean. "Well I suppose we *should* go answer the phones, but bugger that ! Why don't we go hunting for beefcake instead ?"<< Wendy's head had still been buzzing from the shower. When Sal mentioned phones, that had reminded her of her duties to the Guardians. The thought of duty was immediately pushed from her mind by Sal's second suggestion -- beefcake. "Yeah..." she said. "Only we'll have to go out. There's no beefcake here that's still awake. All the vampires are asleep, and the werecreatures are either too tired from being up all night, or they're on duty. There's a 24-hour club not too far from here. Wanna give it a try?" Tag Sal From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Jul 14 13:39:27 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecomings [tag Sam, Reilly] In-Reply-To: <20040713225907.84133.qmail@web53106.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040714123927.4476.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>Gabe got off Damiens bike and looked across at Reilly to see how she had coped with the ride, then he spotted Sam sat in the front of Evans van. With a nod to Reilly he walked across to the door, "Come on out, I will take you up to see Jessie and Terry, I am sure one of those will have some ideas." He offered a gloved hand to the boy.<< Sam slowly became aware of Gabe's presence. He checked his eyes for signs of stray tears, then nodded. "Come, Cody." The young boy stepped out of the van. Cody sniffed in the back for a second and whined. "Come!" Sam repeated, a little sharper than he'd meant. The dog obeyed. "Who're Jesse and Terry?" he asked. Maybe if he kept talking, it'd keep his mind off the other stuff. Tag Gabe, Reilly? From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Jul 14 13:45:56 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Dawn at HQ - Callum & Meg (JP Kat and Sue - It might have been a lot longer...) In-Reply-To: <20040714122601.32468.qmail@web86706.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040714124556.65284.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> Sue Lee wrote: >>"Aye, that you are. Shift yersen, woman! I'd offer to get out and throw some clothes on first, but there are people in trouble..." as he was talking Callum unwrapped himself with a note of regret from Meg's body, and sat on the side of the bed putting on his boxers and his t-shirt. He looked for his glasses not sure what he'd done with them last night before the change. << Meg jumped up and ran for the bathroom. "Quick shower. Gimme five minutes." The was true to her word. Five minutes later she was out of the bathroom and drying off. She grabbed clothes from her drawers and closet and threw them on. "Let's scope this out. We may need to change before we go. Ready?" Man, he was hot! Edwards was going to pay for dragging her out of bed this particular morning... Tag From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Wed Jul 14 13:51:58 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Sue=20Lee?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Dawn at HQ - Callum & Meg In-Reply-To: <20040714124556.65284.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040714125158.11999.qmail@web86704.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Meg jumped up and ran for the bathroom. "Quick shower. Gimme five > minutes." > > The was true to her word. Five minutes later she was out of the > bathroom and drying off. She grabbed clothes from her drawers and > closet and threw them on. "Let's scope this out. We may need to > change before we go. Ready?" > > Man, he was hot! Edwards was going to pay for dragging her out of > bed this particular morning... Whilst Meg was in the shower Callum found his glasses on the table, and nipped down the hall to his room (number 2) where he pulled on a pair of chinos and a shirt and sweatshirt. Then he quickly put his contacts in and went back to her room, having left the door slightly ajar. "Okay let's roll then Hen" tag From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Jul 14 15:59:26 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Bubbles [Tag Joy Jethro] In-Reply-To: <20040714114552.89389.qmail@web86703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20040714114552.89389.qmail@web86703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089817166.17292.64.camel@DS9> > She dragged herself off the bed and opened the door, noticing on the > way past that she seemed to have a small seating area, which had > nothing in at the moment but would be about right for a couch and a > desk in the fullness of time. She wondered how she had missed it on the > way in, but she had been buried under bags and boxes at the time. > > "Hi" she smiled at Jethro, and stepped back to let him come inside. "I thought I would drop by and make sure you settled in alright." he said with a nod. "I normally have a breakfast order delivered to my room in the mornings, Muse makes excellent food, her waffles are to die for. I was wondering if perhaps you might like to join me. We can get cleaned up, and eat our fill." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Jul 14 16:05:25 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hoiya Shiela In-Reply-To: <20040714112120.BNRG1023.mta05-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.100 . 64]> References: <20040714112120.BNRG1023.mta05-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.100 . 64]> Message-ID: <1089817525.15728.72.camel@DS9> On Wed, 2004-07-14 at 11:23, clare.mn@ntlworld.com wrote: > "a cafhy would be good but first".. she lifted up one bare foot "I could do with some shoes and perhaps.." she pulled at her rumpled blouse, wrinkling her nose "a shower and a change of clothes, howabout after you've shown me to my room you come back in about 1/4 of an hour and we can go and get some coffee?" "Thart sarnds faihr ta me." Shawn replied. He had very nearly offered to was her back for her, but somehow he was certain that would ruin the chances of even having breakfast with her, and the mere thought that a girl who looked like her would want to be seen in a public place with him was making him feel utterly wonderful. He wondered if this counted as scoring... -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Jul 14 16:09:10 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Curing the vampire (was Ride in the Country) -- tag Marie, Morgan, medic In-Reply-To: <20040714121945.68928.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040714121945.68928.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089817750.15728.76.camel@DS9> > > The medic thought for a minute. "Well...I could try a neural block, if we have something here for it. I haven't done one in a while, and I've never done one on a vampire before." > > The young man checked the cabinets and came back with a bottle and an IV set-up kit. "This is makeshift at best," he said. "I can do an epidural, which should help. I'll start it just above the source of the pain and stop it as soon as you've got all the silver out. Miss, can you help me turn him on his side?" > > He took Morgan's shoulder. "This is going to hurt like hell. Try to stay with us, ok?" > > Tag Marie, Morgan Morganis grinned darkly. "Hurt like hell eh, good I was hoping it would be a step up." When they rolled him over he groaned out loud. Every movement made ever cell in his body scream with rage as the blood sluggishly flowed through his veins trying to feed his ever present need for citological energy. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Jul 14 16:11:15 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <20040714122856.85519.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040714122856.85519.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089817875.15570.79.camel@DS9> > > The Russian woman looked between Morgan, Marie and the medic and shook her > head. "We'll handle it all at once." << > > The medic had been about to attempt his daring epidural-on-a-vampire idea, but was frankly relieved to skip it. He moved the supplies out of the way. He'd seen this lady in action before. "What do you need me to do?" Natalia's arrival changed things and Morgan looked up at her. "Are you sure you have enough power. We can still try this epidermis thing for me, if you're not sure, use what you have for the others." he said simply. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Jul 14 16:13:04 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag Wendy, Sal] In-Reply-To: <20040714123304.71061.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040714123304.71061.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089817984.17292.82.camel@DS9> > > "Well I suppose we *should* go answer the phones, but bugger that ! Why > don't we go hunting for beefcake instead ?"<< > > Wendy's head had still been buzzing from the shower. When Sal mentioned phones, that had reminded her of her duties to the Guardians. The thought of duty was immediately pushed from her mind by Sal's second suggestion -- beefcake. > > "Yeah..." she said. "Only we'll have to go out. There's no beefcake here that's still awake. All the vampires are asleep, and the werecreatures are either too tired from being up all night, or they're on duty. There's a 24-hour club not too far from here. Wanna give it a try?" "Club ?" Sal said with a curious nod. "What kina music they play, I like the kina club where you can grab a bassplayer... you have no idea what it's like to be strummed until you've been strummed by a bassplayer Wendy." Sal almost swooned just at the thought. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Wed Jul 14 14:14:58 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Sue=20Lee?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Bubbles [Tag Joy Jethro] In-Reply-To: <1089817166.17292.64.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040714131458.37302.qmail@web86706.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > "I thought I would drop by and make sure you settled in alright." he > said with a nod. "I normally have a breakfast order delivered to my > room in the mornings, Muse makes excellent food, her waffles are to > die for. > I was wondering if perhaps you might like to join me. We can get > cleaned up, and eat our fill." "The room is great, well it needs some furniture, but I'll pick some stuff up. I could do with going down to Charlottesville sometime soonish anyway. Breakfast sounds good" she replied, feeling like she'd been rather presumptuous packing some stuff up, but then she remembered him agreeing they could go to sleep together, and she told herself not to be so wet. She thought how glorious it would be to feel clean, and eating seemed like a reasonable option. She thought back and the last thing she'd had had been the cheesecake and that was 24 hours ago, and then she'd been sick. Maybe that was why she felt streamrollered. "I erm, collected my toothbrush and some clothes to change into" she said picking up her little daysack. Tag From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Jul 14 16:24:00 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery [tags Jay/Jessie/etc] In-Reply-To: <1089647410.18851.50.camel@DS9> References: <20040712114558.48180.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> <1089647410.18851.50.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <1089818640.15570.93.camel@DS9> OOC: Follow up post to settle some essential logic issues. > "I must appologise my love for what I am about to do but it's for your > own good and I hope you'll thank me later" he said softly, then suddenly > lashed out and knocked her out with a clean punch to the jaw. > Without taking his eyes of the policeman he picked her up onto his > shoulder, and started backing away down the hall. Jay backed slowly down the hall, and around the corner, keeping the gun trained on them. But with the initial danger gone, the flood of adrenaline subsided and his injuries caught up with him, two steps later, he collapsed and lost consciousness. Denton came to moments later, and ordered them both arrested, this time secured with cuffs, they were put back on the gurneys and loaded into an ambulance while the other uniformed cop stayed behind to handle the corpse. Once in the ambulance the remaining paramedic merely kept them stable, obvious scorn in his eyes, but with Denton sitting opposite him, he wasn't going to try anything. Then as he was about to get out, and move to the front so he could drive it back, the vehicle started to move. Behind the wheel Dalore glared darkly. Killing these two was proving more difficult than he had planned, and now he was going to have to take out the copper as well. One thing was certain he was not going anywhere near the hospital. When he heard the surprised screams from behind he shouted back. "Just sit back and enjoy the ride ladies, and relax, this baby has a bullet proof glass between you an' me. You may as well have a fun ride... it's your last after all." Then he sped it up, to make sure that any attempts to jump out would be fatal. The cop may have a radio, but that was okay, since the cop didn't know where they were. Still he didn't want to kill them in the city the trail would be short, easier to follow, best bet was the woodlands on the way to New Jersey, in there it could take weeks before the bodies would even be discovered. To cover himself better, he spent hours just riding in twisting circles through the city, he had to make sure anyone who tried to follow them would get lost in traffic. It was almost dawn when he finally took the road out north on his way to the woodlands. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From jenarey at comcast.net Wed Jul 14 14:53:08 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <1089817875.15570.79.camel@DS9> References: <20040714122856.85519.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> <1089817875.15570.79.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040714074452.02438588@mail.comcast.net> > > The medic had been about to attempt his daring epidural-on-a-vampire > idea, but was frankly relieved to skip it. He moved the supplies out of > the way. He'd seen this lady in action before. "What do you need me to do?" > >Natalia's arrival changed things and Morgan looked up at her. "Are you >sure you have enough power. We can still try this epidermis >thing for me, if you're not sure, use what you have for the others." he >said simply. Natalia snorted softly as Morgan spoke. "I'll worry about my power stores, you worry about holding still." She passed her hands over his chest, the ruins turning instantly scarlet, though this time it was a red so dark it was nearly black which brought a frown to Natalia's lips. She looked up at the medic and allowed a little smile. "I'm going to need a donor. Someone willing to give up a bit of energy to help this boyo back." Marie opened her mouth to volunteer, but Natalia shot her a look that kept her from speaking. Instead she just increased the pressure on Morgan's hand, not caring if others took it the wrong way. She didn't want to see him die, and she'd promised to stay with him. Movement a few beds down caught Natalia's attention for an instant and she arched an eyebrow as one of the patients decided she'd rather walk around with a gapping hole in her shoulder. The Russian woman didn't protest, just meant a bit less umph that she had to use today. Even though it seemed rather foolish to her. From jenarey at comcast.net Wed Jul 14 14:56:09 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Papershredded [Tag Damien] In-Reply-To: <1089793606.15570.5.camel@DS9> References: <071220041658.4997.40F2C324000F22BD000013852200750330970A9D 0 E020A06@comcast.net> <1089713823.13937.18.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040713085549.025540d0@mail.comcast.net> <1089793606.15570.5.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040714075411.0243a8a0@mail.comcast.net> >Damien nodded. "Before I do anything else, I need a drink. Why don't you >come down to the kitchen with me. Then we can grab some breakfast while >we're there, and I can go get cleaned up after ?" Stephanie nodded, even though inwardly she wondered if they could manage being in public this time without things going pear shaped. "I had some tuna not long ago, but I could go for a smoothie." She smiled a bit as she spoke, thinking of a big old chocolate smoothie and finding she really liked the idea. Just seemed to be the thing to do. "Come on." From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Wed Jul 14 15:50:04 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (clare.mn@ntlworld.com) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hoiya Shiela Message-ID: <20040714145126.PELP9394.mta01-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.100. 65]> He had very nearly offered to was her back for her, but somehow he was > certain that would ruin the chances of even having breakfast with her, > and the mere thought that a girl who looked like her would want to be > seen in a public place with him was making him feel utterly wonderful. > He wondered if this counted as scoring... > -- Rebecca spotted the door to her room; it had been left slightly ajar. *thanks for the escort - Ill see you shortly.* She could only open the door partway - the chest of drawers was still wedged behind it. Deciding that Shawn had probably seen stranger things she sidled sideways through the narrow gap. The first thing she did after closing the door was to remove her blouse. There was a dried stain down the right hand side, blood, again. She crumpled the blouse and tossed it into the wastepaper basket. The medic presumably had applied a new bandage to her shoulder. Grimacing slightly she partially peeled it back. Looking in the bedroom mirror she regarded the bite mark at the base of her neck. As ever it looked freshly made but at least for now it wasnt bleeding. Rebecca couldnt see the rest of the gash that ran across the top of her shoulder and down towards her shoulder blade. *damn it* she muttered * I am so tired of being prodded by doctors who have never seen anything like it* For her part Rebecca had seen something like it before only not on a living person. Looking at a photo of her wound anyone with a pathology background would assume that is was a wound caused post mortem. It didnt bleed for the most part, but it didnt appear to clot or bind together either. Rebecca eased the bandage back into place. She only had a few minutes to get herself ready before Shawn returned. *shower, dress and more importantly pull yourself together* ----------------------------------------- Email provided by http://www.ntlhome.com/ From ajventer at gmail.com Wed Jul 14 16:21:08 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Bubbles [Tag Joy Jethro] In-Reply-To: <20040714131458.37302.qmail@web86706.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20040714131458.37302.qmail@web86706.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc040714082112d3c5f5@mail.gmail.com> > > "I erm, collected my toothbrush and some clothes to change into" she > said picking up her little daysack. > He nodded with a smile. "Very well then." Then he thought for a moment. "I have a very big and luxurious bath, if you'd prefer that over a shower." he said softly. He didn't really know how to say that he would rather like to join her in it. "We can get some waterproofing for the bandage no problem." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From ajventer at gmail.com Wed Jul 14 16:23:04 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Papershredded [Tag Damien] In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040714075411.0243a8a0@mail.comcast.net> References: <071220041658.4997.40F2C324000F22BD000013852200750330970A9D 0 E020A06@comcast.net> <1089713823.13937.18.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040713085549.025540d0@mail.comcast.net> <1089793606.15570.5.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040714075411.0243a8a0@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0407140823396ba419@mail.gmail.com> > > Stephanie nodded, even though inwardly she wondered if they could manage > being in public this time without things going pear shaped. "I had some > tuna not long ago, but I could go for a smoothie." She smiled a bit as she > spoke, thinking of a big old chocolate smoothie and finding she really > liked the idea. Just seemed to be the thing to do. "Come on." > He smiled hapilly. The reality was that his thirst was huge by now. He had to feed fast, he could hear her heartbeat like a mesmerising hipnotic gong, and he deffinitely never wanted to lose control with her, so he followed along walking briskly so she almost had trouble keeping up. "So what did you do all night ?" tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From jenarey at comcast.net Wed Jul 14 16:50:08 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Papershredded [Tag Damien] Message-ID: <071420041550.4237.40F5563000075F8C0000108D2200735834970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> He smiled hapilly. The reality was that his thirst was huge by now. He had to feed fast, he could hear her heartbeat like a mesmerising hipnotic gong, and he deffinitely never wanted to lose control with her, so he followed along walking briskly so she almost had trouble keeping up. "So what did you do all night ?" Stephanie tried to keep up without breaking into a jog, but he had a longer stride than she did, which was making it difficult. As he asked about her night she blinked, trying to remember. "I'm...not sure. I remember tuna." She frowned a little as she concentrated. "And I suspect I got in trouble." From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Wed Jul 14 17:07:25 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Sue=20Lee?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Bubbles [Tag Joy Jethro] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc040714082112d3c5f5@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20040714160725.33697.qmail@web86702.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > He nodded with a smile. "Very well then." > Then he thought for a moment. "I have a very big and luxurious bath, > if you'd prefer that over a shower." he said softly. He didn't really > know how to say that he would rather like to join her in it. "We can > get some waterproofing for the bandage no problem." She smiled at him, tears pricking her eyes. "That sounds perfect, so long as I can stay awake for that long." Then she suprised herself, going over and taking his hand. "Do you want to come and make sure I don't fall asleep and drown?" she blushed beetroot, and looked at her feet. tag From ajventer at gmail.com Wed Jul 14 17:52:38 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Papershredded [Tag Damien] In-Reply-To: <-262137857574022256@unknownmsgid> References: <-262137857574022256@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04071409522891e006@mail.gmail.com> On Wed, 14 Jul 2004 15:50:08 +0000, jenarey@comcast.net wrote: > He smiled hapilly. The reality was that his thirst was huge by now. He had to feed fast, he could hear her heartbeat like a mesmerising hipnotic gong, and he deffinitely never wanted to lose control with her, so he followed along walking briskly so she almost had trouble keeping up. > > "So what did you do all night ?" > > Stephanie tried to keep up without breaking into a jog, but he had a longer stride than she did, which was making it difficult. As he asked about her night she blinked, trying to remember. "I'm...not sure. I remember tuna." She frowned a little as she concentrated. "And I suspect I got in trouble." "What you ? I find that hard to believe. You're the good girl." but he was chuckling, as he pushed the canteen doors open. He immediately took one of the omninous silver flasks that had been set out and took a deep satisfying draught. "Or is there a bad girl in there I should know about ? -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From ajventer at gmail.com Wed Jul 14 17:55:43 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Bubbles [Tag Joy Jethro] In-Reply-To: <20040714160725.33697.qmail@web86702.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20040714160725.33697.qmail@web86702.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04071409554ee0bd21@mail.gmail.com> On Wed, 14 Jul 2004 17:07:25 +0100 (BST), Sue Lee wrote: > > He nodded with a smile. "Very well then." > > Then he thought for a moment. "I have a very big and luxurious bath, > > if you'd prefer that over a shower." he said softly. He didn't really > > know how to say that he would rather like to join her in it. "We can > > get some waterproofing for the bandage no problem." > > She smiled at him, tears pricking her eyes. "That sounds perfect, so > long as I can stay awake for that long." Then she suprised herself, > going over and taking his hand. "Do you want to come and make sure I > don't fall asleep and drown?" she blushed beetroot, and looked at her > feet. > He blushed back a little. "It would be my pleasure" he said with a soft nod and held out his arm for her. "Milady ?" he asked with nod. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From warhawkbabe00 at yahoo.com Wed Jul 14 18:17:20 2004 From: warhawkbabe00 at yahoo.com (Aimee M) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Seeing th' Boss ((Abby Cross)) Attn: Alex Message-ID: <20040714171720.5982.qmail@web50002.mail.yahoo.com> He checked the computer, and looked at the woman, comparing her to the picture on the screen. They matched. "Welcome..." he said, then pointed towards the infirmary "Commander... In... There...?" He lead her there and opened the door for her. The leather clad vampire nodded her thanks to the hulking troll and proceeded to enter the infirmary, the smell of blood instantly assaulting her ole factory senses. Old, piercing eyes scanned the room, taking note of all of the wounded, * My God . . . what happened . . . * Abby had zero skill in the way of first aid knowledge and as such she deemed that she would just get in the way . . . plus there wasn't any sign of the commander amongst the wounded. As quickly as she had entered the vampire had slipped back out of the infirmary, intent on finding her old friend and mentor on her own steam. She decided to head upstairs . . . maybe he was in his room . . . if she could find it, this building was all new to her and there were so many scents she could really just forget about tracking him down the ol' fashioned way . . . Floor by floor Abigail began her search for Sullivan . . . ((Tags: Alex)) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com From ajventer at gmail.com Wed Jul 14 18:23:04 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Seeing th' Boss ((Abby Cross)) Attn: Alex In-Reply-To: <20040714171720.5982.qmail@web50002.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040714171720.5982.qmail@web50002.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0407141023626c67de@mail.gmail.com> > Abby had zero skill in the way of first aid knowledge and as such she deemed that she > would just get in the way . . . plus there wasn't any sign of the commander amongst the > wounded. As quickly as she had entered the vampire had slipped back out of the > infirmary, intent on finding her old friend and mentor on her own steam. She decided to > head upstairs . . . maybe he was in his room . . . if she could find it, this building was all > new to her and there were so many scents she could really just forget about tracking him > down the ol' fashioned way . . . > > Floor by floor Abigail began her search for Sullivan . . . > As she walked down hall after hall, she found an open door, and couldn't resist a glance inside. There was a man lying on the bed. Staring up at the ceiling absentmndly, He was wearing camo pant's and no shirt. His body was well sculpted, but the slick muscle lines were broken by a patchwork of scars. Clearly he had seen combat. He seemed to sense her staring and turned his head to look at her. "Can I help you ?" Alex Grey asked in a dull voice. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From warhawkbabe00 at yahoo.com Wed Jul 14 18:38:02 2004 From: warhawkbabe00 at yahoo.com (Aimee M) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Warriors ((Abby/Alex)) Message-ID: <20040714173802.11902.qmail@web50002.mail.yahoo.com> He was wearing camo pants and no shirt. His body was well sculpted, but the slick muscle lines were broken by a patchwork of scars. Clearly he had seen combat. He seemed to sense her staring and turned his head to look at her. "Can I help you ?" Alex Grey asked in a dull voice. Abby cocked her head as she turned and stepped into the humans room, her soft hazel eyes pouring over the man's form . . . following the twisting lines of scar and muscle. This was a warrior . . . like her . . . or so she thought. This sullen human had piqued her interest . . . "Who are you?" ((Tags: Alex)) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com From ajventer at gmail.com Wed Jul 14 18:44:13 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Warriors ((Abby/Alex)) In-Reply-To: <20040714173802.11902.qmail@web50002.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040714173802.11902.qmail@web50002.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0407141044793ac175@mail.gmail.com> > He was wearing camo pants and no shirt. His body was well sculpted, but the slick > muscle lines were broken by a patchwork of scars. Clearly he had seen combat. > He seemed to sense her staring and turned his head to look at her. > > "Can I help you ?" Alex Grey asked in a dull voice. > > Abby cocked her head as she turned and stepped into the humans room, her soft > hazel eyes pouring over the man's form . . . following the twisting lines of scar and > muscle. This was a warrior . . . like her . . . or so she thought. This sullen human had > piqued her interest . . . > > "Who are you?" > "I'm Alex Grey, constable supposedly. Although odly I haven't been called for duty in two days. One of our local corporals decided I'm a bad guy. Isn't that nice ?" Alex had not spoken to anyone in days and to his own surprize found it was nice to talk again. "So I'm just lying around trying to figure my own life out. How about you ?" tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From warhawkbabe00 at yahoo.com Wed Jul 14 18:54:08 2004 From: warhawkbabe00 at yahoo.com (Aimee M) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Warriors ((Abby/Alex)) Message-ID: <20040714175408.67731.qmail@web50010.mail.yahoo.com> "I'm Alex Grey, constable supposedly. Although oddly I haven't been called for duty in two days. One of our local corporals decided I'm a bad guy. Isn't that nice ?" Alex had not spoken to anyone in days and to his own surprise found it was nice to talk again. "So I'm just lying around trying to figure my own life out. How about you?" Abigail nodded as she sat down the two duffel bags she was carrying, "Corporal Abigail Cross and I'm just reporting in . . . did some freelance stuff for a few decades, decided to come 'home' for a bit." She took a step closer to the man, staring at him intently, "Grey . . . Grey . . . Ah yes. Alex Grey . . . the great vampire hunter, who've got quite a rep amongst the ranks of the undead ya know." She nodded at the scars that criss crossed his muscular torso, "Those a few reminders of your 'crusade?" ((Tags)) --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - 50x more storage than other providers! From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Wed Jul 14 18:55:21 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Bubbles [Tag Joy Jethro] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04071409554ee0bd21@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: He blushed back a little. "It would be my pleasure" he said with a soft nod and held out his arm for her. "Milady ?" he asked with nod. She took his arm and followed him as they left, going down the stairs to his rooms. Once inside she put her things down on the sofa and looked at him. "Oh we need the waterproof thing." tag From ajventer at gmail.com Wed Jul 14 19:01:23 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Warriors ((Abby/Alex)) In-Reply-To: <20040714175408.67731.qmail@web50010.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040714175408.67731.qmail@web50010.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc040714110116816a2b@mail.gmail.com> > > She took a step closer to the man, staring at him intently, "Grey . . . Grey . . . Ah yes. > Alex Grey . . . the great vampire hunter, who've got quite a rep amongst the ranks of the > undead ya know." She nodded at the scars that criss crossed his muscular torso, > "Those a few reminders of your 'crusade?" "Thanks for that reminder. But it was a long time ago." he said looking at the scars. "Some of them yes." he said simply. Ever scar had a story, but not one of them was a story he liked to remember. "Cross eh" he was lost in thought for a moment... "Cross ! The lady vampire who hung out with the Commander and Gaberiel Luken at one point." he looked at her suspiciously. "You might as well know, Luken is the one who wants me tossed out." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From ajventer at gmail.com Wed Jul 14 19:02:18 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Bubbles [Tag Joy Jethro] In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04071411024c60cfe0@mail.gmail.com> On Wed, 14 Jul 2004 18:55:21 +0100, Sue Lee wrote: > He blushed back a little. > "It would be my pleasure" he said with a soft nod and held out his arm for > her. > "Milady ?" he asked with nod. > > She took his arm and followed him as they left, going down the stairs to his > rooms. > > Once inside she put her things down on the sofa and looked at him. "Oh we > need the waterproof thing." > Jethro blushed deeply, retrieving it from his bag. "I was erm, hoping you would say yes." he said simply. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From warhawkbabe00 at yahoo.com Wed Jul 14 19:11:13 2004 From: warhawkbabe00 at yahoo.com (Aimee M) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Warriors ((Alex/Abby)) Message-ID: <20040714181113.72589.qmail@web50006.mail.yahoo.com> "Cross eh" he was lost in thought for a moment... "Cross ! The lady vampire who hung out with the Commander and Gaberiel Luken at one point." he looked at her suspiciously. "You might as well know, Luken is the one who wants me tossed out." The 'lady vampire' smiled coldly at that, "I could've guessed it was Gabe . . . he always has been wound a bit tight." She shrugged, "He'll get over it in time, your on our side now and there isn't a thing he can do about it." She folded her hands behind her back and made a show of looking around the sparse quarters as she spoke, "The things you've done . . . I used to do the same thing . . . though it was a long time ago. It's not our fault we are who we are today," Abby looked at Grey, her gaze meeting his own, "THEY made us this way . . . now they reap what they have sewn . . . it's the way of things . . . " Cross nodded to the foot of the bed, "May I?" ((Tags)) --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? Read only the mail you want - Yahoo! Mail SpamGuard. From ajventer at gmail.com Wed Jul 14 19:15:33 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Warriors ((Alex/Abby)) In-Reply-To: <20040714181113.72589.qmail@web50006.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040714181113.72589.qmail@web50006.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0407141115672ad139@mail.gmail.com> > The 'lady vampire' smiled coldly at that, "I could've guessed it was Gabe . . . he always has been wound a bit tight." She shrugged, "He'll get over it in time, your on our side now and there isn't a thing he can do about it." She folded her hands behind her back and made a show of looking around the sparse quarters as she spoke, "The things you've done . . . I used to do the same thing . . . though it was a long time ago. It's not our fault we are who we are today," Abby looked at Grey, her gaze meeting his own, "THEY made us this way . . . now they reap what they have sewn . . . it's the way of things . . . " > > Cross nodded to the foot of the bed, "May I?" > Alex thought for a moment. He had no idea why she wanted to hang out with him, but he was starved for company so he nodded. "Knock yourself out." he said simply. "So what made you decide to return to the guardians, last I heard you were just sort of bouncing around the planet." tag "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From warhawkbabe00 at yahoo.com Wed Jul 14 19:23:42 2004 From: warhawkbabe00 at yahoo.com (Aimee M) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Warriors ((Abby/Alex)) Message-ID: <20040714182342.17930.qmail@web50004.mail.yahoo.com> "Knock yourself out." he said simply. "So what made you decide to return to the guardians, last I heard you were just sort of bouncing around the planet." Abby shrugged off her black leather duster, laying it beside her on the bed as she sat down, her black leather body suit clung and showed off her lithe, curvacious form. Her twin Desert Eagles where each in thier respective holsters under either arm, "Just got tired of being alone I guess. I've been on my own for like the last sixty years . . . that kinda got old really quick ya know? And from the looks of things downstairs I came back at just the right time." ((Tags)) --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? New and Improved Yahoo! Mail - Send 10MB messages! From ajventer at gmail.com Wed Jul 14 19:33:09 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Warriors ((Abby/Alex)) In-Reply-To: <20040714182342.17930.qmail@web50004.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040714182342.17930.qmail@web50004.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04071411331ec4f3e3@mail.gmail.com> > "Knock yourself out." he said simply. "So what made you decide to return to the > guardians, last I heard you were just sort of bouncing around the planet." > > Abby shrugged off her black leather duster, laying it beside her on the bed as she sat > down, her black leather body suit clung and showed off her lithe, curvacious form. Her > twin Desert Eagles where each in thier respective holsters under either arm, "Just got > tired of being alone I guess. I've been on my own for like the last sixty years . . . that > kinda got old really quick ya know? And from the looks of things downstairs I came back > at just the right time." > "Things are bad right now" Alex conceded, "Several of our enemies decided it was time to finally take out the guardians. From what I hear some of the other cities are even worse off." He let his eyes play over her figure, wow. Then they settled on her guns. "Desert Eagles hey. Custom finish, and those are 14-shot clips. You don't fuck around do you ?" tag OOC: Now come one admit it, NO-one saw this coming did you ? -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From warhawkbabe00 at yahoo.com Wed Jul 14 19:48:21 2004 From: warhawkbabe00 at yahoo.com (Aimee M) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Warriors ((Abby/Alex)) Message-ID: <20040714184821.48672.qmail@web50009.mail.yahoo.com> He let his eyes play over her figure, wow. Then they settled on her guns. "Desert Eagles hey. Custom finish, and those are 14-shot clips. You don't fuck around do you ?" Smiling genuinely she unholstered one of the large pistols and held it out butt first to Grey, "Anything worth doing is worth doing right. These things have a helluva lot of stopping power . . . that's a good thing in our line of work." Abby curled her legs up on the bed so she was sitting Indian style, "And judging from the smell of gun oil you know your guns as well . . ." ((Tags)) --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - 50x more storage than other providers! From ajventer at gmail.com Wed Jul 14 19:56:31 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Warriors ((Abby/Alex)) In-Reply-To: <20040714184821.48672.qmail@web50009.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040714184821.48672.qmail@web50009.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc040714115638c18921@mail.gmail.com> On Wed, 14 Jul 2004 11:48:21 -0700 (PDT), Aimee M wrote: > He let his eyes play over her figure, wow. Then they settled on her guns. "Desert Eagles hey. Custom finish, and those are 14-shot clips. You don't fuck around do you ?" > > Smiling genuinely she unholstered one of the large pistols and held it out butt first to Grey, "Anything worth doing is worth doing right. These things have a helluva lot of stopping power . . . that's a good thing in our line of work." Abby curled her legs up on the bed so she was sitting Indian style, "And judging from the smell of gun oil you know your guns as well . . . He took the gun from her, and admired it for a moment, which included taking it appart and putting it back together in under 45 seconds. "Beautifull piece of equipment. Lemme show you sumfin" he said, then sat up on the bed, his back muscles shifting like a symphony and pulled open the cupboard doors. Inside was his entire collection. The bazooka, the m-16, the m-4, and an entire rack of different sized handguns. "Nice eh ?" tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From warhawkbabe00 at yahoo.com Wed Jul 14 20:06:07 2004 From: warhawkbabe00 at yahoo.com (Aimee M) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Warriors ((Abby/Alex)) Message-ID: <20040714190607.29947.qmail@web50004.mail.yahoo.com> "Beautifully piece of equipment. Lemme show you sumfin" he said, then sat up on the bed, his back muscles shifting like a symphony and pulled open the cupboard doors. Inside was his entire collection. The bazooka, the m-16, the m-4, and an entire rack of different sized handguns. "Nice eh ?" Abby glanced from his rippling back, to the cupboard of weapons, than back as she licked her lips, "Yes nice . . . very nice . . . " Despite her better judgment the vampire reach out and let her fingers tips brush across the multitude of scars that adorned the fellow warriors back as he other hand went to her neck and the patches of faded scar tissue there . . . bite marks . . . * He's just like me . . . * ((Tags)) --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Address AutoComplete - You start. We finish. From ajventer at gmail.com Wed Jul 14 20:12:34 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Warriors ((Abby/Alex)) In-Reply-To: <20040714190607.29947.qmail@web50004.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040714190607.29947.qmail@web50004.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0407141212765cb352@mail.gmail.com> > > Abby glanced from his rippling back, to the cupboard of weapons, than back as she > licked her lips, "Yes nice . . . very nice . . . " Despite her better judgment the vampire > reach out and let her fingers tips brush across the multitude of scars that adorned the > fellow warriors back as he other hand went to her neck and the patches of faded scar > tissue there . . . bite marks . . . > > * He's just like me . . . * > This took Alex utterly by surprize. For a moment his eyes blinked rapidly, images burned through them, he felt tainted, dangerous to be around. But her fingers tantalized him, and he clung to the words of Jethro Sullivan in that small asylum room,,, and fought his way back. He gave a slight moan with pleasure at her touch, it wasn't much, but it was more than he had, had in a very long time. Slowly he turned around, his hands hanging limp by his sides, he was afraid to speak, or move, afraid he would ruin things, so he just stared at her face with a mixture of longing and fear. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Wed Jul 14 20:14:15 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Bubbles [Tag Joy Jethro] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04071411024c60cfe0@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: Jethro blushed deeply, retrieving it from his bag. "I was erm, hoping you would say yes." he said simply. She raised an eyebrow at him - "Really?" but she sounded amused, rather than anything. tag From warhawkbabe00 at yahoo.com Wed Jul 14 20:19:56 2004 From: warhawkbabe00 at yahoo.com (Aimee M) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Warrior ((Abby/Alex)) Message-ID: <20040714191956.81146.qmail@web50001.mail.yahoo.com> Slowly he turned around, his hands hanging limp by his sides, he was afraid to speak, or move, afraid he would ruin things, so he just stared at her face with a mixture of longing and fear. Abby bit her bottom lip as she let her fingers trial across his flesh as he Alex turned to face her, she let her fingers follow a long slash that ran across his chiseled chest. Scooting closer to him on the bed, "Alex . . . tell me what your thinking . . . " ((Tags)) --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - Helps protect you from nasty viruses. From ajventer at gmail.com Wed Jul 14 20:25:34 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Bubbles [Tag Joy Jethro] In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04071412254dde9cf3@mail.gmail.com> On Wed, 14 Jul 2004 20:14:15 +0100, Sue Lee wrote: > Jethro blushed deeply, retrieving it from his bag. > "I was erm, hoping you would say yes." he said simply. > > She raised an eyebrow at him - "Really?" but she sounded amused, rather than > anything. He laughed softly, lovingly at her, and walked to the bathroom to let the water in, leaving her a moment's privacy to apply the waterproofing. There was a trolley standing next to the bath, holding a collection of the best Swiss chocolates Jethro had. He had never opened them before. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From ajventer at gmail.com Wed Jul 14 20:30:56 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Warrior ((Abby/Alex)) In-Reply-To: <20040714191956.81146.qmail@web50001.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040714191956.81146.qmail@web50001.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04071412304ff77c34@mail.gmail.com> On Wed, 14 Jul 2004 12:19:56 -0700 (PDT), Aimee M wrote: > Slowly he turned around, his hands hanging limp by his sides, he was afraid to speak, or > move, afraid he would ruin things, so he just stared at her face with a mixture of longing > and fear. > > Abby bit her bottom lip as she let her fingers trial across his flesh as he Alex turned to > face her, she let her fingers follow a long slash that ran across his chiseled chest. > Scooting closer to him on the bed, "Alex . . . tell me what your thinking . . . " > "Maybe later... you'll run out screaming if I tell you now, at least, in my mind you will... first I need to know that you won't... maybe later." His face looked hurt, it wasn't lack of trust in her - anyone could see it was himself he was afraid off. He touched her lightly on her cheek. "The only thing I don't understand, is why you haven't yet ?" tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From jenarey at comcast.net Wed Jul 14 21:06:26 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Papershredded [Tag Damien] Message-ID: <071420042006.8313.40F59241000A7507000020792200750330970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> > "What you ? I find that hard to believe. You're the good girl." but he was chuckling, as he pushed the canteen doors open. He immediately took one of the omninous silver flasks that had been set out and took a deep satisfying draught. > "Or is there a bad girl in there I should know about ? Stephanie smiled a bit, picking up a pastry for herself and idly shreading as much as she ate. "Sometimes I'm not so sure the cat is always a good girl. She has..." She paused, searching for the right words. "Few inhibitions than I do, and better instincts." From ajventer at gmail.com Wed Jul 14 21:25:10 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Papershredded [Tag Damien] In-Reply-To: <1183258769464304076@unknownmsgid> References: <1183258769464304076@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc040714132510a2d460@mail.gmail.com> On Wed, 14 Jul 2004 20:06:26 +0000, jenarey@comcast.net wrote: > > "What you ? I find that hard to believe. You're the good girl." but he was chuckling, as he pushed the canteen doors open. He immediately took one of the omninous silver flasks that had been set out and took a deep satisfying draught. > > > "Or is there a bad girl in there I should know about ? > > Stephanie smiled a bit, picking up a pastry for herself and idly shreading as much as she ate. "Sometimes I'm not so sure the cat is always a good girl. She has..." She paused, searching for the right words. "Few inhibitions than I do, and better instincts." "Perhaps you should learn something from her" he said sincerely, taking another deep draught. "It does not do to live your life in fear. You only get one chance at life, you have to grab what you want, or it's gone forever, that's the whole point of rock and roll." He took another sip. "But I don't feel like preaching, shall we find a seat instead ?" tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From jenarey at comcast.net Wed Jul 14 21:26:45 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] The basement of the Masquerade Message-ID: <071420042026.1716.40F597050000445F000006B42200745672970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> The lower hallways of the club were quiet, a distinctive contrast to the caucophany of sensation above. Pale red lights were set into the walls, providing an eerie illumination of bloody shadows. A small group traveled the hall with near silent steps. The largest wore a thick cloak, with the hood brought up over his head, though a glimpse of light allowed one to see the muzzle that wasn't quite concealed in the shadows. As they reached a large door he paused, gesturing to the two women that accompanied him. "You two will wait here." The words were not a request, but a command. The door opened and he entered, followed by the three men that also accompanied them, leaving the women in the semidarkness to wait. Miranda looked worried. She always looked worried. By the time she was 30 (assuming that she got to be 30) she would have a permanent crease mark in her forehead and her lips would fail to curve upwards, even when she smiled. The worries of the world were on her shoulders and she could swear she was at least an inch shorter than when she started this job. Her clothes were all chosen to avoid drawing attention to herself, she looked dowdy, and the lightning in the corridor didn't do her any favours. She looked at her companion and shrugged "Do you know what's going on?" she whispered. Vi looked down at the shorter woman and cocked her head to the side. The tall woman was dressed in a grey silk suit with a dark burgandy halter style shirt underneath, and heels that added nearly four inches to her already impressive height. As she moved the dim light tangled in the fire red of her expertly coiffed hair and caught on the jewlery that dangled at her ears and the thick band of metal that rested around her throat, pretending to be a necklace. "Aye...of course I do. The question is if you really want to." She sighed softly, reaching up and fingering the collar before looking back down and touching a bruise on Miranda's cheek. "Are you all right?" Miranda sighed deeply. "I'll live. It's no worse than he's done before. I wish I could work out what's going to make him angry before it happens." She weighed things up before speaking. "I know something is going to happen. I've seen things, heard bits of conversations. I know it's not going to be good. I don't know whether it'd be worse to know it all, rather than just imagining what the plan is. I'm don't know Vi, I really don't" she shook her head." She looked at Vi questioningly... "Knowing what will make him angry is as futile as knowing the number of grains of sand on a stretch of beach and trying to decide which one is black." Vi shook her head, glancing at the door. She seemed to consider for a long moment, her hand moving back to the collar, nails tapping against the metal. "The truth, littling...is that you should run like hell, while you can." She caught Miranda's gaze, her green eyes almost seeming to have a glow of their own in the odd light. "People are going to die. A lot of people, and all that pain and blood wrapped up into one is going to make for one hell of a spell, all focused through a few chosen sacrifices. That's tonight's meeting...to decide who..." The woman frowned, reaching out and ruffling Miranda's hair gently, a sisterly touch. "If...if you want the chance to leave I can buy it for you tonight, Mir...but it's a one time offer. You have to decide very soon. I doubt I'll get two chances." Miranda stared at the collar, then at Vi's face. "But where would I go? What would I do? There's nowhere he wouldn't find me, is there? And what'd happen to you, if he finds me gone, and figures out you had something to do with it?" She looked at Vi then, pain evident in her blue eyes, made bluer by the hint of tears she was fighting not to show. Vi was the only friend she had. No-one else trusted her. That was one of the penalties of being Connon's personal assistant. Everyone shied away, and stopped talking when she went to get something from the file room, or sat down to eat her lonely lunches. She couldn't risk what would happen to Vi. Her own bruises were too fresh, too painful, and that was nothing in comparison to what he might do to her friend. She shook her head. "It's too much to ask you to do, I don't want him to hurt you. You know how cruel he can be." "I know." She smiled ever so faintly, smiling an expression that didn't often touch the woman's lips. "But I also know that he has work for me to do. He needs me too much to do anything very permanent." Vi was quiet a moment. "As to where...that's up to you. Anywhere but here is likely a good idea. Though..." Her fingers tapped on the metal again. "The other options, much more dangerous, would be to go to the Guardians." TBC From jenarey at comcast.net Wed Jul 14 21:31:46 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Papershredded [Tag Damien] Message-ID: <071420042031.13939.40F5983200010CAB000036732200750784970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> "Perhaps you should learn something from her" he said sincerely, taking another deep draught. "It does not do to live your life in fear. You only get one chance at life, you have to grab what you want, or it's gone forever, that's the whole point of rock and roll." He took another sip. "But I don't feel like preaching, shall we find a seat instead?" Stephanie nodded, leaving the last of the broken up pastry on a spare plate. She felt like she was being scolded again and tried hard not to let it upset her. Usually it didn't matter, but coming from Damien it stung. Maybe it meant that she wasn't enough for him if she wasn't a risk taker and she wasn't sure she knew how to be. "Yeah." She curled up in the seat, tucking one foot under her. "So what happened out there?" From jenarey at comcast.net Wed Jul 14 21:37:48 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] The basement of the Masquerade (JP) Message-ID: <071420042037.9996.40F5999B000DFE960000270C2200750744970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> (This is a JP between Sue and Jena btw) Miranda looked puzzled. "You think that's a good idea?" She looked down at her feet, anywhere had to be better than here, but there were variations on better. "But their Covenant... Surely...?" A tiny spark of hope had been ignited in her. She dreamed at night of being somewhere else, of getting away, of being ordinary. She could get a job. A proper job. She was efficent and capable, someone else would employ her, wouldn't they? She could have a little apartment and a cat, and have a reason to get up in the mornings that wasn't to do with pain and fear. "Isn't this what their covenant is all about?" Vi touched the bruise on Miranda's cheek again. "So that no one goes home with bruises?" Vi leaned further against the wall. "It's gotta be your call Mir. It's your life. You should be able to live it without fear." A tear rolled down Mir's cheek, onto Vi's hand. She sniffed, and wrapped her arms around herself protectively. "But what'll happen to you? I don't want something to happen to you... I am frightened, but mostly for you Vi. He'll be so angry, and if you get me out he'll take it out on you." She leant on the wall close to Vi, not wanting to be separated, but inside detatching herself a little, imaginging how it could be to be somewhere else. Vi pulled a silk handkerchief from her pocket, gently wiping away the moisture from Mir's cheek. "Don't fear for me, littling. There's really not that much he can do to me." The words were a part truth. There was a great deal Connon could do to her, just not much that he hadn't done before. "He needs me, and needs me in good enough condition to hunt..His anger will be tempered by that fact. I do not like seeing you hurt, Mir." Victoria didn't mention the other thing she knew. Lord Connon was tiring of Miranda. He tired of everything that surrounded him sooner or later, and if he completely tired of the girl...he'd kill her. Vi had seen the cycle before. Over and over again, like a nightmare. "If you think it's the right thing to do, then God help me, I'll do it. I'll go to them and ask them for help. There has to be a way to get you out of here too?" Miranda felt guilty for accepting Vi's help, they should both be getting out, and if he hurt her friend for helping her to leave then she'd find a way to make him pay. She had no idea what she'd do, Lord Connon was stronger and cleverer and nastier than anyone she'd ever met, but she'd think of somethings. She didn't know how much longer she could accept his abuse, and the sheer inevitability of her life as it was at the moment. "I'll find a way to get you out Sweetie. I'll do something, I promise..." Vi allowed another of her rare smiles. Somehow she believed the woman just might manage to follow through on that promise. Miranda was seen as a weak link in the organization, but no one had ever really looked that closely. Under the meekness there was something else, waiting to get out. "Good girl." Vi glanced at the door, measuring how long Connon had been gone. "If you go now it should be another 15 minutes before he comes out. I can hold an illusion for three hours after that." She'd been secreting away power and picking at the restrainers in the collar. It wouldn't last, and it'd blow what she'd gained in months in one fell swoop, but it could get Miranda out, and maybe lead to stopping Connon and his new allies all together. Miranda bit her lip and squeezed her eyes tight closed for a second, trying desperately not to cry. "You're the best friend I could ever have." she gushed, then clasped Vi in a tight hug, as though imprinting her into her memory. Who knew if they would ever see one another again? "I'll do something... And... I'll see you very soon." The tears flowed now, and she fought to keep herself from sobbing openly, risking the attention of the guards. Vi returned the hug gently, allowing it for only a short time, as they had little time to spare. She put a fold of bills in her handkerchief, as well as a charm designed to keep eyes off of Miranda, at least for a while. "Take these and get going." She paused, tempted to add other warnings to what she'd given but deciding not to frighten the girl any more than was necessary. "I need to cast, and can only do that if I know you're safely away." "I'm out of here, woosh, look, see me going..." Miranda walked quickly away, glancing back over her shoulder. She wandered towards the back of the building, to a doorway not often used by anyone. It had a push down door release, preventing unauthorised entry and as she pushed against it a guard came towards her. She froze convinced he was coming to stop her, but he didn't seem to see her. In fact he walked straight past her. Whatever Vi had done, it appeared to be working. "Good girl..." Vi murmured the words before she put on a slightly bored air, leaning against the wall again. Her lips began moving, and the collar at her neck took on a pale silvery glow, which made her wince in pain. She caught her breath and then continued and slowly a second form appeared next to her, taking on Miranda's look and position against the door. The pieces were in motion... fini...for now From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Thu Jul 15 01:09:48 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery [tags Jay/Jessie/etc] In-Reply-To: <1089818640.15570.93.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040715000948.78353.qmail@web53103.mail.yahoo.com> > OOC: Follow up post to settle some essential logic > issues. OOC: I've lost the last paragraph, best to assume they were locked in the fridge until half an hour or so before dawn. > Jay backed slowly down the hall, and around the > corner, keeping the gun trained on them. But with > the initial danger gone, the flood of adrenaline > subsided and his injuries caught up with him, two > steps later, he collapsed and lost consciousness. > [Old> Denton came to moments later, and ordered them both > arrested, this time secured with cuffs, they were > put back on the gurneys and loaded into an ambulance > while the other uniformed cop stayed behind to > handle the corpse.] New> Denton came round, getting groggily to his feet New> he gingerly felt at his bloodied nose, the pain New> that seared through his head told him it was New> broken. Again. Seeing Jay down he got him secured New> with cuffs and the loaded back on the gurney. The New> woman was out cold, apparently the man had turned New> on her too. He couldn't risk having the uniform New> with him too, not with a fresh murder victim to New> deal with, but he wanted these two in custody. New> Reluctantly he got them loaded in to the New> ambulance, deciding he would travel with them New> alone. Catching his reflection as he got in to New> the back he saw the hit had blackened both of his New> eyes, no wonder he was still feeling dizzy > Once in the ambulance the remaining paramedic merely > kept them stable, obvious scorn in his eyes, but > with Denton sitting opposite him, he wasn't going to > try anything. Then as he was about to get out, and > move to the front so he could drive it back, the > vehicle started to move. > > Behind the wheel Dalore glared darkly. Killing these > two was proving more difficult than he had planned, > and now he was going to have to take out the copper > as well. As they started moving Denton looked at the paramedic, who returned his puzzled glance. Getting shakily to his feet he bashed his fist on the glass "who's driving this? NYPD, pull over or your arse is mine." > One thing was certain he was not going anywhere near > the hospital. When he heard the surprised screams > from behind he shouted back. "Just sit back and > enjoy the ride ladies, and relax, this baby has a > bullet proof glass between you an' me. You may as > well have a fun ride... it's your last after all." The paramedic nodded agreement, bullet-proof glass. > Then he sped it up, to make sure that any attempts > to jump out would be fatal. > The cop may have a radio, but that was okay, since > the cop didn't know where they were. > > Still he didn't want to kill them in the city the > trail would be short, easier to follow, best bet was > the woodlands on the way to New Jersey, in there it > could take weeks before the bodies would even be > discovered. Denton looked around the ambulance for options. Telling the paramedic to make sure the gurneys were fully secure he got on his radio, "base, this is Detective Denton, the ambulance from the morgue homicide has been hijacked, I'm currently in the back with the paramedic and two suspects. Get the details on the unit they sent out and get us stopped. The hijacker may be linked to the suspects and should be assumed to be armed and dangerous." He looked back at the paramedic, "the partition is bullet proof, but what about the floor? I should be able to take the tyres out, I shoot in the right spot, that will slow us down some..." [tag Paramedic/HQ] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Thu Jul 15 01:20:28 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecomings [tag Sam, ] In-Reply-To: <20040714123927.4476.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040715002028.80116.qmail@web53103.mail.yahoo.com> [OOC the start of this may come twice...] > The young boy stepped out of the van. Cody sniffed > in the back for a second and whined. "Come!" Sam > repeated, a little sharper than he'd meant. The dog > obeyed. > "Who're Jesse and Terry?" he asked. Maybe if he > kept talking, it'd keep his mind off the other > stuff. Gabe looked down at the boy, it had been a tough night for both of them. "They work here, Jessie, that is Doctor Jessie Sinclair, was in a situation a bit like yours. She was caught by vampires that did not follow the Covenant like we do. She was going to die and we saved her, she decided to work here rather than try and go back to a life pretending that bad things did not exist. Terry, she is a bit different, the sister of one of our field operatives. She is near the end of a psychology degree and very good at what she does. She helps us out from time to time, in fact almost full time really." They passed through the reception and continued up to the first floor. Gabe headed for his office, he wasn't sure what state the infirmary would be in and didn't want to cause Sam more distress than nessecary. "Look, I know this is all sudden, but we are the good guys and we will do all we can to make sure you get through this. Fighting the bad guys is more than just bullets and swords." His office had a fridge in one corner, he knelt down at it, as he indicated the leather chair behind the desk. "Take a seat, want a drink? I will leave you here and go get Jessie and Terry, I just need to check that they are free." [tag Sam] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Jul 15 03:22:23 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Dawn at HQ - Callum & Meg In-Reply-To: <20040714125158.11999.qmail@web86704.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040715022223.49308.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> Sue Lee wrote: >>Whilst Meg was in the shower Callum found his glasses on the table, and nipped down the hall to his room (number 2) where he pulled on a pair of chinos and a shirt and sweatshirt. Then he quickly put his contacts in and went back to her room, having left the door slightly ajar. "Okay let's roll then Hen" << "Ready when you are," Meg replied. She looked into his eyes and smiled. "So, who do we check with? The commander? Ratso?" tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Jul 15 04:20:54 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag Wendy, Sal] In-Reply-To: <1089817984.17292.82.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040715032054.23745.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: >>"Club ?" Sal said with a curious nod. "What kina music they play, I like the kina club where you can grab a bassplayer... you have no idea what it's like to be strummed until you've been strummed by a bassplayer Wendy." Sal almost swooned just at the thought.<< Wendy scrunched up her eyebrows, deep in thought. "I'm not sure," she admitted. "I get locked in the drawer a lot, so I don't get out too much. Hey! Maybe we could go to Masquerade! I remember seeing ads about it on TV. It's supposed to be awesome!" She flew around and around the room in dizzying barrell rolls, giddy with excitement. "Let's leave right now, can we? Huh? Huh? Can we?" Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Jul 15 05:04:46 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery [tags Jay/Jessie/etc] In-Reply-To: <20040715000948.78353.qmail@web53103.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040715040446.13015.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>OOC: I've lost the last paragraph, best to assume they were locked in the fridge until half an hour or so before dawn. << Kat says: That works for me. :) > Jay backed slowly down the hall, and around the > corner, keeping the gun trained on them. But with > the initial danger gone, the flood of adrenaline > subsided and his injuries caught up with him, two > steps later, he collapsed and lost consciousness. > [Old> Denton came to moments later, and ordered them both > arrested, this time secured with cuffs, they were > put back on the gurneys and loaded into an ambulance > while the other uniformed cop stayed behind to > handle the corpse.] New> Denton came round, getting groggily to his feet New> he gingerly felt at his bloodied nose, the pain New> that seared through his head told him it was New> broken. Again. Seeing Jay down he got him secured New> with cuffs and the loaded back on the gurney. The New> woman was out cold, apparently the man had turned New> on her too. He couldn't risk having the uniform New> with him too, not with a fresh murder victim to New> deal with, but he wanted these two in custody. New> Reluctantly he got them loaded in to the New> ambulance, deciding he would travel with them New> alone. Catching his reflection as he got in to New> the back he saw the hit had blackened both of his New> eyes, no wonder he was still feeling dizzy > Once in the ambulance the remaining paramedic merely > kept them stable, obvious scorn in his eyes, but > with Denton sitting opposite him, he wasn't going to > try anything. Then as he was about to get out, and > move to the front so he could drive it back, the > vehicle started to move. > > Behind the wheel Dalore glared darkly. Killing these > two was proving more difficult than he had planned, > and now he was going to have to take out the copper > as well. As they started moving Denton looked at the paramedic, who returned his puzzled glance. Getting shakily to his feet he bashed his fist on the glass "who's driving this? NYPD, pull over or your arse is mine." > One thing was certain he was not going anywhere near > the hospital. When he heard the surprised screams > from behind he shouted back. "Just sit back and > enjoy the ride ladies, and relax, this baby has a > bullet proof glass between you an' me. You may as > well have a fun ride... it's your last after all." The paramedic nodded agreement, bullet-proof glass. > Then he sped it up, to make sure that any attempts > to jump out would be fatal. > The cop may have a radio, but that was okay, since > the cop didn't know where they were. > > Still he didn't want to kill them in the city the > trail would be short, easier to follow, best bet was > the woodlands on the way to New Jersey, in there it > could take weeks before the bodies would even be > discovered. >>Denton looked around the ambulance for options. Telling the paramedic to make sure the gurneys were fully secure he got on his radio, "base, this is Detective Denton, the ambulance from the morgue homicide has been hijacked, I'm currently in the back with the paramedic and two suspects. Get the details on the unit they sent out and get us stopped. The hijacker may be linked to the suspects and should be assumed to be armed and dangerous." He looked back at the paramedic, "the partition is bullet proof, but what about the floor? I should be able to take the tyres out, I shoot in the right spot, that will slow us down some..."<< "Maybe...or it might ricochet and hit one of them, or, worse, one of us," he replied. He didn't seem too upset about the suspects dying, though. "Try through the crack in the rear door there. If he locked it, maybe you could shoot the lock. These two are secure, so they won't roll out and knock us out of here." Jessie woke up a little, but it wasn't pleasant. Her jaw ached horribly, and it sent slivers of color shooting through her field of vision every time it throbbed. She heard voices, blurry and alien to her ears. When the doctor finally got up the nerve to open her eyes, she saw two men speaking together in hushed tones. They didn't look like vampires anymore, but she couldn't be sure. Her arms were strapped tightly to the gurney, but she knew she didn't have her weapon anymore, anyway. It had gotten lost somewhere. She finally called for the only person she could think of at the moment, the only person who mattered. "Jay?" she whispered. Tag ambulance folk +++++++++++++++++++ Meanwhile, back at HQ, a small, thin dispatcher with whispy blonde hair took down the last of the message from the detective. "10-4. We'll send backup righg away. Over and out." She ripped the paper from her memo pad and ran it to the office of Captain Leroy Tolliver. She tapped on the door -- once, twice, then four times. "Come in." A warm smile broke over Captain Tolliver's round black face when he saw the young dispatcher. "What do you have for me, Tabitha?" "It's Detective Denton, sir. Someone's hijacked the ambulance. He says he has the two suspects." The girl played absentmindedly with the pentagram necklace she wore under her uniform. "I'd better go, then," Tolliver sighed. With a groan, he heaved his bulky 6'4" frame out of his wooden swivel chair. The chair gave a slight squeak of relief. "Call Bishop and tell him to get the car. A Town Car this time, not one of those crappy little Japanese things. Then use the link and call the Guardians. Tell them to have their crew contact me on channel 16." "Yes, sir," Tabitha saluted as the captain strode purposely toward the police garage. From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Jul 15 05:08:17 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecomings [tag Sam, ] In-Reply-To: <20040715002028.80116.qmail@web53103.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040715040817.6945.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>Gabe looked down at the boy, it had been a tough night for both of them. "They work here, Jessie, that is Doctor Jessie Sinclair, was in a situation a bit like yours. She was caught by vampires that did not follow the Covenant like we do. She was going to die and we saved her, she decided to work here rather than try and go back to a life pretending that bad things did not exist. Terry, she is a bit different, the sister of one of our field operatives. She is near the end of a psychology degree and very good at what she does. She helps us out from time to time, in fact almost full time really." They passed through the reception and continued up to the first floor. Gabe headed for his office, he wasn't sure what state the infirmary would be in and didn't want to cause Sam more distress than nessecary. "Look, I know this is all sudden, but we are the good guys and we will do all we can to make sure you get through this. Fighting the bad guys is more than just bullets and swords." His office had a fridge in one corner, he knelt down at it, as he indicated the leather chair behind the desk. "Take a seat, want a drink? I will leave you here and go get Jessie and Terry, I just need to check that they are free."<< "Yeah, a Coke, if you have one," Sam said meekly as he sat. Cody lay down at his right hand. "Thanks, Gabe. All of you, I just don't know what to say. This is all so...it hasn't all sunk in yet. Can you please tell me where Michael is, though? Is he ok? Is...is he dead, like the others?" Tag Gabe From ajventer at direqlearn.org Thu Jul 15 09:44:48 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Papershredded [Tag Damien] In-Reply-To: <071420042031.13939.40F5983200010CAB000036732200750784970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> References: <071420042031.13939.40F5983200010CAB000036732200750784970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <1089881088.7193.17.camel@DS9> On Wed, 2004-07-14 at 20:31, jenarey@comcast.net wrote: > "Perhaps you should learn something from her" he said sincerely, taking another deep draught. "It does not do to live your life in fear. You only get one chance at life, you have to grab what you want, or it's gone forever, that's the whole point of rock and roll." He took another sip. "But I don't feel like preaching, shall we find a seat instead?" > > Stephanie nodded, leaving the last of the broken up pastry on a spare plate. She felt like she was being scolded again and tried hard not to let it upset her. Usually it didn't matter, but coming from Damien it stung. Maybe it meant that she wasn't enough for him if she wasn't a risk taker and she wasn't sure she knew how to be. "Yeah." She curled up in the seat, tucking one foot under her. "So what happened out there?" He thought for a moment. "On the other hand, I tend to take bigger risks than I should, stupid ones sometimes. Perhaps we should complement each other, I'll teach you how to have fun, and you can teach me how to be responsible." Sitting down he thought back at the evenings events. "It wasn't pretty, pack of werewolves attacked a suburban family, almost wiped them out. Only the two boys survived, and one of them, the older one I think, got turned. Their here now. I can just totally understand how he must have felt, seeing his sisters remains on that bed, being eaten... I felt that way once. I carried him back on my lap. I want to go check up on him later, I think he's going to need a friend, and I think I might make a good one, at least I understand what he is going through. " Damien fell quite, staring into her face intently, trying to look stoic, but his pity and sadness for the boy was just under the surface. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From jenarey at comcast.net Thu Jul 15 08:03:26 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Papershredded [Tag Damien] In-Reply-To: <1089881088.7193.17.camel@DS9> References: <071420042031.13939.40F5983200010CAB000036732200750784970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> <1089881088.7193.17.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040715005953.02446018@mail.comcast.net> >Sitting down he thought back at the evenings events. "It wasn't pretty, >pack of werewolves attacked a suburban family, almost wiped them out. Only >the two boys survived, and one of them, the older one I think, got >turned. Their here now. I can just totally understand how he must have >felt, seeing his sisters remains on that bed, being eaten... I felt that >way once. I carried him back on my lap. I want to go check up on him >later, I think he's going to need a friend, and I think I might make a >good one, at least I understand what he is going through. " >Damien fell quite, staring into her face intently, trying to look stoic, >but his pity and sadness for the boy was just under the surface. Stephanie went a little green at the description, chewing on her bottom lip. "That's...horrible." She swallowed hard, trying to shake off the vision it brought. She'd seen things like that before, all tied into the reasons she'd walked away from violence and violent confrontation....at least as much as she could. "I'm sure he'll appreciate the helping hand. The change is not...easy. At least not at first." From ajventer at direqlearn.org Thu Jul 15 10:00:05 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery [tags Jay/Jessie/etc] In-Reply-To: <20040715040446.13015.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040715040446.13015.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089882005.7193.31.camel@DS9> > He looked back at the paramedic, "the partition is > bullet proof, but what about the floor? I should be > able to take the tyres out, I shoot in the right spot, > that will slow us down some..."<< > > "Maybe...or it might ricochet and hit one of them, or, worse, one of us," "and even if you take out the wheel, this is not a car, it's an ambulance van, it's top-heavy, it won't skid, it will roll. I had a blow-out in one once, earned me 2 months in ICU. It aint pretty. " he replied. He didn't seem too upset about the suspects dying, though. "Try through the crack in the rear door there. If he locked it, maybe you could shoot the lock. These two are secure, so they won't roll out and knock us out of here." > Jessie woke up a little, but it wasn't pleasant. Her jaw ached horribly, and it sent slivers of color shooting through her field of vision every time it throbbed. She heard voices, blurry and alien to her ears. > > When the doctor finally got up the nerve to open her eyes, she saw two men speaking together in hushed tones. They didn't look like vampires anymore, but she couldn't be sure. Her arms were strapped tightly to the gurney, but she knew she didn't have her weapon anymore, anyway. It had gotten lost somewhere. > > She finally called for the only person she could think of at the moment, the only person who mattered. "Jay?" she whispered. > Jay was drifting in and out of consciousness he heard her voice but all he could answer with was a groan. tags OOC: Well well. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Thu Jul 15 10:43:40 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Papershredded [Tag Damien] In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040715005953.02446018@mail.comcast.net> References: <071420042031.13939.40F5983200010CAB000036732200750784970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> <1089881088.7193.17.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040715005953.02446018@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <1089884620.7193.37.camel@DS9> > Stephanie went a little green at the description, chewing on her bottom > lip. "That's...horrible." She swallowed hard, trying to shake off the > vision it brought. She'd seen things like that before, all tied into the > reasons she'd walked away from violence and violent confrontation....at > least as much as she could. "I'm sure he'll appreciate the helping > hand. The change is not...easy. At least not at first." "The change I can't help him with, you would be better than me at that. I can help him deal with the loss though, I've been through it. It's just so horrible that things like this still happen.... that's why I'm here I guess. To make sure those who do it don't get away with it... maybe even reach a point one day where we get enough of them enough of the time, that nobody does things like this anymore because they know the guardians won't let them live if they do." He shuddered. "Watching that little girl on that bed, I mean she couldn't have been more than sixteen... I lost it... I went completely beserk, I think I must have killed at least one of them but I don't even remember the details of the fight, I just lashed out. It was so horrible." He blinked hard, trying to block the image from his mind. On his back, the axe protruded from it's holster, the bloodstains on it telling their own dark tale. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From jenarey at comcast.net Thu Jul 15 09:00:26 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Papershredded [Tag Damien] In-Reply-To: <1089884620.7193.37.camel@DS9> References: <071420042031.13939.40F5983200010CAB000036732200750784970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> <1089881088.7193.17.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040715005953.02446018@mail.comcast.net> <1089884620.7193.37.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040715015653.024b66f8@mail.comcast.net> >He shuddered. "Watching that little girl on that bed, I mean she couldn't >have been more than sixteen... I lost it... I went completely beserk, I >think I must have killed at least one of them but I don't even remember >the details of the fight, I just lashed out. It was so horrible." He >blinked hard, trying to block the image from his mind. On his back, the >axe protruded from it's holster, the bloodstains on it telling their own >dark tale. Stephanie winced softly, holding back a shudder. Her eyes focused on the axe and she offered softly. "The axe is going to need to be cleaned, and I have a new treatment to proof the handle from..." She paused, searching for words. "Stains." Slowly she reached out, her hand covering his. "I'm just glad you're all right. We always wish we could have got there just a little sooner, but in the end the concern is that everyone comes home safely." From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Thu Jul 15 09:30:34 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Dawn at HQ - Callum & Meg In-Reply-To: <20040715022223.49308.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: "Ready when you are," Meg replied. She looked into his eyes and smiled. "So, who do we check with? The commander? Ratso?" "Well it was Ratso who pounded on the door, wasn't it? Let's start with him, aye...." He reached over and took her hand, and then they went quickly down the stairs together. He wanted nothing more than to stay there with her, but he wasn't going to shirk his responsibilities, and at least they could go out and rescue Jay and his new fiancee together. He'd hardly had chance to get to know Jessie yet, but he knew Jay was sound. They stopped off at the Infirmary floor, and Callum stuck his head round the door "Seen Ratso, or the Commander anywhere?" he asked Tag OOC I have no idea where Ratso is! From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Thu Jul 15 10:38:14 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery [tags Jay/Jessie/etc] In-Reply-To: <20040715040446.13015.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040715093814.39556.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> >> He looked back at the paramedic, "the partition is >> bullet proof, but what about the floor? I should be >> able to take the tyres out, I shoot in the right >> spot, that will slow us down some..."<< > "Maybe...or it might ricochet and hit one of them, > or, worse, one of us," he replied. He didn't seem > too upset about the suspects dying, though. "Try > through the crack in the rear door there. If he > locked it, maybe you could shoot the lock. These > two are secure, so they won't roll out and knock us > out of here." Denton tested the doors, locked. " I can't shoot it, there may be a car behind us, wait." He looked around the ambulance, deciding eventually on a cylinder of oxygen, hefting it he hit the rear window. Once, twice, it cracked, three and he was through. Knocking away the rest of the black tinted glass he looked out, first for what was jamming the door, secondly for some idea of where they were. [tags] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at direqlearn.org Thu Jul 15 12:47:21 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Papershredded [Tag Damien] In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040715015653.024b66f8@mail.comcast.net> References: <071420042031.13939.40F5983200010CAB000036732200750784970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> <1089881088.7193.17.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040715005953.02446018@mail.comcast.net> <1089884620.7193.37.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040715015653.024b66f8@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <1089892041.10752.43.camel@DS9> > > Stephanie winced softly, holding back a shudder. Her eyes focused on the > axe and she offered softly. "The axe is going to need to be cleaned, and I > have a new treatment to proof the handle from..." She paused, searching > for words. "Stains." Slowly she reached out, her hand covering his. "I'm > just glad you're all right. We always wish we could have got there just a > little sooner, but in the end the concern is that everyone comes home safely." Damien nodded half-heartedly. It had not been an easy battle. Just a moment sooner... what a thought. "It has been a rough night" he said simply. They were interrupted when the waiter arrived for their orders. "You go first." he said softly. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Thu Jul 15 11:11:20 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecomings [tag Sam, ] In-Reply-To: <20040715040817.6945.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040715101120.52498.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com> > "Yeah, a Coke, if you have one," Sam said meekly as > he sat. Gabe got a can of Coke from the fridge and put it on a coaster on the desk with a glass, next to the black 19" TFT screen. "There you go." > Cody lay down at his right hand. "Thanks, Gabe. > All of you, I just don't know what to say. This is > all so...it hasn't all sunk in yet." Gabe looked at the boy, "it is nothing, I just wish we could have got there earlier. Actually, I just wish we could stop it happening in the first place." > Sam continued "Can you please tell me where Michael > is, though? Is he ok? Is...is he dead, like the > others?" "Michael, your brother, we are not completely sure what has happened, but I can tell you what we think. Just understand, this may be incorrect. When you and I looked through the video, do you remember we were particularly worried about numbers? Well, we had one less body and one more wolf than we were expecting. We think Michael was turned, and we think he is the grey wolf Evan had brought back in his van. On top of everything else, this must be so hard to take in. The way things work, as far as we have been able to work out, with lycanthropy is that someone on the edge of death, if bitten by a lycan, can be turned. Part of what a lycan can do is heal. Fast. There must be a point where the body either heals or dies, I do not think it has been decided what the factor is, it may be physical, it may be mental, the will to live. Whatever it is, it stops the body from fully dying, but it changes it too. That is what we think happened to Michael, because it was a full moon, that may have made the change quicker, maybe it was to do with the situation. He should be in the infirmary, stay here, make yourself at home, I will be back as quickly as I can." Gabe gave Sam a brief smile, "You are in the best place you could be, Sam, truly." [tag Sam] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Thu Jul 15 11:43:07 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Alone [tag Ratso, Larry?] Message-ID: <20040715104307.55293.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> It was dark. He moved slightly, what was that smell. His head throbbed, he put his hand up to his left temple, it came away sticky and another burst of pain lanced through his skull. There was a glow of light, from somewhere outside. Jesus, what had died in here, he was in some kind of truck, his eyes were slowly coming in to focus, he was almost scared to try and move, he was, he was naked. How fucked up was this. He started to get pissed, the confusion washing away with his anger, he was starting to remember. The house, the bodies, the blood. The things he had done, he was. The nausea hit him from nowhere, he rolled to one side and heaved his guts on to the floor. The smell hitting his nose with a clarity he'd never known before, his eyes watering he dry heaved, his hand hitting the warm goo on the floor as he flailed around to keep his balance. Eventually he caught himself, gaining control, the smell was already merging in the melange of odours within the van. He wiped his hand down the wooden panelling on the wall and cautiously moved to the front of the van, hiding his nakedness behind the drivers seat as he wiped the last of the vomit from between his fingers on to the fabric. They were parked in some kind of underground carpark. Emergency lighting around the edges reflecting dimly through the vans windscreen. Looking up at the roof he made out the shadow of a light fitting, feeling around it there was a button and the dishevelled interior of Evan's van coalesced out of the darkness. He saw a threadbare tartan checkered rug bunched up behind the passengers seat, as he picked it up the tang of the oil and grease stains on it assualted the back of his throat. Wrapping the rug around him toga like he shuffled in to the front passenger seat and unlocked the door. Stepping on to the tarmac he looked back, signwritten on the side of the van were the details of a plumber in a town he didn't recognise. It made no more sense than anything else that had happened in the last six hours. Gingerly, barefooted, he started to explore the car park for clothes and or a way out. His stomach, now empty, growled from the abuse. ============================== On the security panel a light flashed, 'intruder - carpark' [tags] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at gmail.com Thu Jul 15 11:55:11 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag Wendy, Sal] In-Reply-To: <20040715032054.23745.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040715032054.23745.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04071503552d8bd6a2@mail.gmail.com> > "A.J. Venter" wrote: > >>"Club ?" Sal said with a curious nod. > "What kina music they play, I like the kina club where you can grab a > bassplayer... you have no idea what it's like to be strummed until > you've been strummed by a bassplayer Wendy." > Sal almost swooned just at the thought.<< > > Wendy scrunched up her eyebrows, deep in thought. "I'm not sure," she admitted. "I get locked in the drawer a lot, so I don't get out too much. Hey! Maybe we could go to Masquerade! I remember seeing ads about it on TV. It's supposed to be awesome!" > > She flew around and around the room in dizzying barrell rolls, giddy with excitement. "Let's leave right now, can we? Huh? Huh? Can we?" > Sal nodded eagerly. "Yeah lets. This is going to kick ass !" she thought for a moment. "Are you sure you should draw attention to yourself though ?" -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Jul 15 12:49:19 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A ride through the country... In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040714074452.02438588@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <20040715114919.64486.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> OOC: Missed this one, sorry... Jena wrote: > >Natalia's arrival changed things and Morgan looked up at her. "Are you >sure you have enough power. We can still try this epidermis >thing for me, if you're not sure, use what you have for the others." he >said simply. Natalia snorted softly as Morgan spoke. "I'll worry about my power stores, you worry about holding still." She passed her hands over his chest, the ruins turning instantly scarlet, though this time it was a red so dark it was nearly black which brought a frown to Natalia's lips. She looked up at the medic and allowed a little smile. "I'm going to need a donor. Someone willing to give up a bit of energy to help this boyo back." Marie opened her mouth to volunteer, but Natalia shot her a look that kept her from speaking. Instead she just increased the pressure on Morgan's hand, not caring if others took it the wrong way. She didn't want to see him die, and she'd promised to stay with him. Movement a few beds down caught Natalia's attention for an instant and she arched an eyebrow as one of the patients decided she'd rather walk around with a gapping hole in her shoulder. The Russian woman didn't protest, just meant a bit less umph that she had to use today. Even though it seemed rather foolish to her. "You got it," the medic told her. He signalled to another night shift guy, who came to join them. "Start with me, and if you need more, Jimmy can help. So, what do I do? You just hold my hand or something?" Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Jul 15 12:57:01 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery [tags Jay/Jessie/etc] In-Reply-To: <1089882005.7193.31.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040715115701.65363.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: > "Maybe...or it might ricochet and hit one of them, or, worse, one of us," "and even if you take out the wheel, this is not a car, it's an ambulance van, it's top-heavy, it won't skid, it will roll. I had a blow-out in one once, earned me 2 months in ICU. It aint pretty. " he replied. He didn't seem too upset about the suspects dying, though. "Try through the crack in the rear door there. If he locked it, maybe you could shoot the lock. These two are secure, so they won't roll out and knock us out of here." > Jessie woke up a little, but it wasn't pleasant. Her jaw ached horribly, and it sent slivers of color shooting through her field of vision every time it throbbed. She heard voices, blurry and alien to her ears. > > When the doctor finally got up the nerve to open her eyes, she saw two men speaking together in hushed tones. They didn't look like vampires anymore, but she couldn't be sure. Her arms were strapped tightly to the gurney, but she knew she didn't have her weapon anymore, anyway. It had gotten lost somewhere. > > She finally called for the only person she could think of at the moment, the only person who mattered. "Jay?" she whispered. > >Jay was drifting in and out of consciousness he heard her voice but all he could answer with was a groan. < Jessie closed her eyes. The sensations hitting her were overwhelming. She couldn't help Jay, couldn't even help herself. She had to risk it. Even if they were vampires, and they killed her, at least she'd be dead. "Please help me," she whispered now, to anyone who'd listen. Tag? From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Jul 15 13:01:29 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Dawn at HQ - Callum & Meg In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040715120130.82715.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> Sue Lee wrote: >>"Well it was Ratso who pounded on the door, wasn't it? Let's start with him, aye...." He reached over and took her hand, and then they went quickly down the stairs together. He wanted nothing more than to stay there with her, but he wasn't going to shirk his responsibilities, and at least they could go out and rescue Jay and his new fiancee together. He'd hardly had chance to get to know Jessie yet, but he knew Jay was sound. They stopped off at the Infirmary floor, and Callum stuck his head round the door "Seen Ratso, or the Commander anywhere?" he asked<< "Nope," one of the orderlies said. "Try downstairs, in his workshop." "That'll work," Meg said. "I need to get some weapons, anyway." Tag OOC I have no idea where Ratso is! OOC: Neither do I. I just make this up as I go along. :) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Jul 15 13:13:23 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecomings [tag Sam, ] In-Reply-To: <20040715101120.52498.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040715121323.89428.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>Gabe looked at the boy, "it is nothing, I just wish we could have got there earlier. Actually, I just wish we could stop it happening in the first place." > Sam continued "Can you please tell me where Michael > is, though? Is he ok? Is...is he dead, like the > others?" "Michael, your brother, we are not completely sure what has happened, but I can tell you what we think. Just understand, this may be incorrect. When you and I looked through the video, do you remember we were particularly worried about numbers? Well, we had one less body and one more wolf than we were expecting. We think Michael was turned, and we think he is the grey wolf Evan had brought back in his van. On top of everything else, this must be so hard to take in. The way things work, as far as we have been able to work out, with lycanthropy is that someone on the edge of death, if bitten by a lycan, can be turned. Part of what a lycan can do is heal. Fast. There must be a point where the body either heals or dies, I do not think it has been decided what the factor is, it may be physical, it may be mental, the will to live. Whatever it is, it stops the body from fully dying, but it changes it too. That is what we think happened to Michael, because it was a full moon, that may have made the change quicker, maybe it was to do with the situation. He should be in the infirmary, stay here, make yourself at home, I will be back as quickly as I can." Gabe gave Sam a brief smile, "You are in the best place you could be, Sam, truly."<< Sam couldn't think of anything to say, so he nodded as Gabe left. His brother...a werewolf! This was like something out of a bad horror movie. Only it was real. It was happening to him, right now. "What are we going to do, Cody?" he sighed, stroking his pet. Cody remained silent except for a small sigh. The pair waited for Gabe's return... Tag (waiting for Gabe to come back) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Thu Jul 15 15:16:04 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery [tags Jay/Jessie/etc] In-Reply-To: <20040715115701.65363.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040715115701.65363.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089900964.8284.82.camel@DS9> > > > Jessie woke up a little, but it wasn't pleasant. Her jaw ached horribly, and it sent slivers of color shooting through her field of vision every time it throbbed. She heard voices, blurry and alien to her ears. > > > > When the doctor finally got up the nerve to open her eyes, she saw two men speaking together in hushed tones. They didn't look like vampires anymore, but she couldn't be sure. Her arms were strapped tightly to the gurney, but she knew she didn't have her weapon anymore, anyway. It had gotten lost somewhere. > > > > She finally called for the only person she could think of at the moment, the only person who mattered. "Jay?" she whispered. > > > >Jay was drifting in and out of consciousness he heard her voice > but all he could answer with was a groan. < > > Jessie closed her eyes. The sensations hitting her were overwhelming. She couldn't help Jay, couldn't even help herself. She had to risk it. Even if they were vampires, and they killed her, at least she'd be dead. > > "Please help me," she whispered now, to anyone who'd listen. The paramedic walked over to her, and checked her vitals quickly. "Relax, you're okay." he said, trying to hide his lack of joy at this fact. "You got a nasty shock, frostbite and some bruises, nothing worse." He glanced through the broken window, below he could see the door blocked with a janitors broom jammed into the handle, and the road flying away. He looked up at Denton. "This thing is moving at a helluva speed. There is absolutely no way we can jump out without getting killed. The road we're on, it's pretty empty too this time of morning, no cars, so were not being chased, we must be leaving the city, if he drove like this on the main roads, we'd have black and whites all over us." The paramedic looked at Denton intently. "We have just one possible way to survive getting out of this thing when it's moving like this, we get on the gurneys and ride them out, but we will probably die and so will the patients. I may not like them, in fact I rather hope they don't make it. But I took an oath, and I take that seriously, I won't risk their lives myself." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Thu Jul 15 13:22:44 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Dawn at HQ - Callum & Meg In-Reply-To: <20040715120130.82715.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: >>"Well it was Ratso who pounded on the door, wasn't it? Let's start with him, aye...." He reached over and took her hand, and then they went quickly down the stairs together. He wanted nothing more than to stay there with her, but he wasn't going to shirk his responsibilities, and at least they could go out and rescue Jay and his new fiancee together. He'd hardly had chance to get to know Jessie yet, but he knew Jay was sound. They stopped off at the Infirmary floor, and Callum stuck his head round the door "Seen Ratso, or the Commander anywhere?" he asked "Nope," one of the orderlies said. "Try downstairs, in his workshop." "That'll work," Meg said. "I need to get some weapons, anyway.">> Oh hell, Callum thought. He kind of knew on an intellectual level that she was used to guns, given her army and cop training, and with his upbringing he ought to be used to them by now, but he couldn't help it, they really scared him. He was just going to have to deal with it, without being a wuss about it, how impressive would that be? She'd be running for the hills, shooting the bad guys, whilst he curled up in the corner and blubbed like a big girl's blouse. They went quickly down the stairs, to the workshop "Ratso, are you in here?" Callum asked knocking on the door and pushing it open at the same time. Tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Thu Jul 15 13:26:05 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Evans Report [no tags] Message-ID: <20040715122605.84874.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com> Evan headed up the stairs, his thoughts focussed on bed. Then he passed the first floor landing, maybe he should drop by the computer room and post a report, there were parts of the nights events he felt he needed to document. With a sigh he changed course. Incident Report - Lance Corporal Evan Donohue Thanks to my unique situation I had been asked to man the computer monitoring system overnight by Corporal Rizelli as he had been worried about it being compromised. At around 21:30 a call came in across the network, breaching the most recent security set-up. The call was an unidentified request for assistance. After questioning I ascertained that it was from a youth who had been hacking our system and was in the Queens area, his house was being attacked by 'wolves' and his family were being killed. After consultation with Corporal Rizelli I called for any available Guardians to assist. Corporal Luken, Lance Corporal Streicher and 'Natalia'[1] left on two motorbikes. After a stop by the armoury Lance Corporal Reilly and myself followed in my own transport. The bikes arrived first, by the time Lance Corporal Reilly and myself arrived most of the resistance had been dealt with. The youngest child, Sam, who had contacted us had been secured by Corporal Luken we had accounted for the father, mother and sister, all dead. We hadn't accounted for the elder brother, Michael. There were two lycanthropes still alive in the house, both in the bedroom of the late sister along with Lance Corporal Streicher and 'Natalia'. Reilly secured the entrance to the house, I was backing her up when the window to the sisters room was broken by one of the wolves escaping. I took a bead on it with the shotgun, but all I could sense from it was confusion and a need to flee. I chose not to shoot. Lance Corporal Streicher and Corporal Luken were of the opinion that the remaining wolf was the missing elder brother and we brought him back to HQ with the casualties. The clean up crew had been called in, we took some pictures of the dead bodies, the three dead Lycanthropes all appeared to be in their late teens and male. Pictures uploaded with report. My return journey was complicated by the accident at the Queens Tunnel, due to the imminent dawn I had to take appropriate action to get back to HQ as I had a vampire among the team in my van and it isn't fully sun proofed. Further action - There may be a link between the three bodies which may lead to the fourth. He needs to be found. - The Lycanthrope brought back to base needs to be positively identified. - Sam needs to be counselled over the trauma. [1] I have checked records but can't find details on this Guardian, she must be yet to go through processing. Lance Corporal Evan Donohue. Having electronically signed the document Evan sent one copy to records and a carbon copy to Jethro Sullivans email. Stifling a yawn he logged out and headed for the stairs up. [no tags] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Jul 15 13:26:57 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Alone [tag Ratso, Larry?] In-Reply-To: <20040715104307.55293.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040715122657.86096.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> >>Looking up at the roof he made out the shadow of a light fitting, feeling around it there was a button and the dishevelled interior of Evan's van coalesced out of the darkness. He saw a threadbare tartan checkered rug bunched up behind the passengers seat, as he picked it up the tang of the oil and grease stains on it assualted the back of his throat. Wrapping the rug around him toga like he shuffled in to the front passenger seat and unlocked the door. Stepping on to the tarmac he looked back, signwritten on the side of the van were the details of a plumber in a town he didn't recognise. It made no more sense than anything else that had happened in the last six hours. Gingerly, barefooted, he started to explore the car park for clothes and or a way out. His stomach, now empty, growled from the abuse. ============================== On the security panel a light flashed, 'intruder - carpark'<< Ratso saw the light. "What da hell?" He keyed his comm link. "Parker, go check out the garage, would ya? May be somebody down dere. Larry, do backup." Dwayne Parker acknowledged, then made his way to the garage. His gun was drawn, pointing straight in the air, just like on the cop shows on TV. He peeked around every corner, then did a quick roll around, checking left and right. You never can be too careful around here. After about five minutes of rolling and checking, the security guard made it into the garage. He saw movement. His gun came down and pointed at the shadowy intruder. "Halt! Who goes there? Identify yourself!" he called in a shaky voice. Tag Michael From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Jul 15 13:30:20 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag Wendy, Sal] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04071503552d8bd6a2@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20040715123020.48276.qmail@web40506.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: >Sal nodded eagerly. "Yeah lets. This is going to kick ass !" she thought for a moment. "Are you sure you should draw attention to yourself though ?"< Wendy stopped in mid-barrell roll. "What do you mean...oh." She fluttered down and perched on Sal's shoulder. "I forgot. They're closed until night, anyway. We can go to the other place. It's called Shift Change, I think. I'll just ride in your pocket. Ok?" Tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Thu Jul 15 13:43:56 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Alone [tag Dwayne?, Larry?] In-Reply-To: <20040715122657.86096.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040715124356.56894.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> > After about five minutes of rolling and checking, > the security guard made it into the garage. He saw > movement. His gun came down and pointed at the > shadowy intruder. The teenager had been looking at the diversity of vehicles in the garage, none of them seemed locked but he hadn't been able to find any clothes or footware. There was a big door but it must need some sort of keycard as he couldn't work out how to open it. He was just heading for what looked like a lit stairwell when the man with the gun appeared. > "Halt! Who goes there? Identify yourself!" he > called in a shaky voice. The youth spread his arms in a 'don't shoot me' gesture, hoping the rug would stay on his body, and replied, "my name's Michael Newlander, who are you and where am I?" [tag Dwayne?] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at direqlearn.org Thu Jul 15 15:43:48 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Why is Michael in the garage ? Message-ID: <1089902628.7193.91.camel@DS9> If Damien brought him back, shouldn't he have been taken to the infirmary ? After all, basically everyone went ? How could he have been missed ? Somebody help out a very poor confused GM here please. A.J. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Thu Jul 15 13:51:06 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC Why is Michael in the garage ? OOC In-Reply-To: <1089902628.7193.91.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040715125106.58071.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> > If Damien brought him back, shouldn't he have been > taken to the infirmary ? After all, basically > everyone went ? How could he have been missed ? > Somebody help out a very poor confused GM here > please. As I read it everyone wanted out of the van double quick and nobody remembered he was there. Natalia was busy trying to look composed and frosty, Damien was side-tracked by wanting to see Stephanie and a catatonic ex-stripper, Evan just parked up and left, Gabe concentrated on Sam assuming the back of the truck was already empty. Cody almost helped, but wasn't actually able to, being a dog... HTH Mik. ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at direqlearn.org Thu Jul 15 15:54:52 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC Why is Michael in the garage ? OOC In-Reply-To: <20040715125106.58071.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040715125106.58071.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <1089903291.8284.100.camel@DS9> On Thu, 2004-07-15 at 12:51, Mik Reed wrote: > > If Damien brought him back, shouldn't he have been > > taken to the infirmary ? After all, basically > > everyone went ? How could he have been missed ? > > Somebody help out a very poor confused GM here > > please. > > As I read it everyone wanted out of the van double > quick and nobody remembered he was there. > > Natalia was busy trying to look composed and frosty, > Damien was side-tracked by wanting to see Stephanie > and a catatonic ex-stripper, > Evan just parked up and left, > Gabe concentrated on Sam assuming the back of the > truck was already empty. > Cody almost helped, but wasn't actually able to, being > a dog... Okay, we'll run with it, but it isn't the way I would see it, somebody would have tried. Damien certainly thought he was in the infirmary. He's taken a shine to the boy, and he really wants to try and make friends with him. Oh well, sometimes things don't work out the way you planned them, let it run and we'll see what happens :) Ciao A.J. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Thu Jul 15 13:59:21 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Chilling Discovery [tags Jay/Jessie/etc] In-Reply-To: <1089900964.8284.82.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040715125921.2717.qmail@web53109.mail.yahoo.com> > The paramedic looked at Denton intently. "We have > just one possible way to survive getting out of this > thing when it's moving like this, we get on the > gurneys and ride them out, but we will probably die > and so will the patients. I may not like them, in > fact I rather hope they don't make it. But I took an > oath, and I take that seriously, I won't risk their > lives myself." Denton looked at the paramedic, "you ever hear the one about no old bold heroes? I ain't about to try riding out of here on gurneys. I'll get the back doors open, that way if there is any traffic we can signal to it to stop and get help. Eventually this nutcase will have to pull over. When he does, we run for cover. If he's linked with these two there's no telling what firepower he might have, I heard how the guy shot your buddy down in cold blood. With any luck we can keep him in one place until back-up arrives, or just get ourselves out alive." Denton took a spare strap and used it as a tether, then reaching out of the window he swiped at the stick until it dropped free. The rear doors of the ambulance swung open. [tags] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk Thu Jul 15 14:00:03 2004 From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC Why is Michael in the garage ? OOC In-Reply-To: <20040715125106.58071.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040715130003.3708.qmail@web25204.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> --- Mik Reed wrote: > > If Damien brought him back, shouldn't he have been > > taken to the infirmary ? After all, basically > > everyone went ? How could he have been missed ? > > Somebody help out a very poor confused GM here > > please. > > As I read it everyone wanted out of the van double > quick and nobody remembered he was there. > > Natalia was busy trying to look composed and frosty, > Damien was side-tracked by wanting to see Stephanie > and a catatonic ex-stripper, > Evan just parked up and left, > Gabe concentrated on Sam assuming the back of the > truck was already empty. > Cody almost helped, but wasn't actually able to, > being > a dog... SNORK Sorry I know that's completely unhelpful, but gosh I did laugh. ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Thu Jul 15 14:00:57 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC Why is Michael in the garage ? OOC In-Reply-To: <1089903291.8284.100.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <20040715130057.11228.qmail@web53106.mail.yahoo.com> > Oh well, sometimes things don't work out the way you > planned them, let it run and we'll see what > happens :) Fog of war. Anyway, I can't wait to see Evan's reaction when he gets back to his van :-) Mik. ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Thu Jul 15 14:23:16 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Bubbles [Tag Joy Jethro] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04071412254dde9cf3@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: He laughed softly, lovingly at her, and walked to the bathroom to let the water in, pouring in a about a half-bottle of bubble-bath, leaving her a moment's privacy to apply the waterproofing. There was a trolley standing next to the bath, holding a collection of the best Swiss chocolates Jethro had. He had never opened them before. Joy pulled her shirt off and shivered a little in the cooler air, then took the sleeve and somehow got it onto her arm. Her head swayed a little as she did it, and she was feeling rougher. That would have to do. She went into the bathroom, and sat down on the edge of the bath. The bath looked glorious, deep and gently steaming, smelling fresh and yet relaxing, and a cloud of bubbles went across the surface. She pulled off the trainers and those bloody socks, and then the skirt and her underwear, and piled them up on the floor. She climbed into the bath, feeling the warmth caressing her, wrapping round her like a lover's embrace. Her exhausted, sore muscles complained a little at the unaccustomed warmth, and tingled, her skin taking on a rosy glow. She pulled a flannel off the side and draped it across her, not wanting to lie completely naked in front of him, until they'd got used to each other again. "I'm in..." she called quietly. Jethro appeared almost silently behind her, still dressed, and without looking more than he had to, hit a button and moments later, a pump kicked in and glorious airstreams filled the bath, turning it into a Jacuzzi providing a powerful yet gentle water massage. He stood back, waiting for her to say something. Joy melted into the water, this was just blissful, she closed her eyes and her head lolled back against the side. All those parts of her that hurt seemed to be being pummelled with sufficient force to be doing them good, but without actually hurting her. "Mmmmmmmm," she wasn't capable of actual speech right now. Jethro looked on for a while longer. He was happy to see her enjoying herself for a change. He stepped up slowly behind her, took one of the expensive and divine chocolates from the tray, and held it out for her. Apart from the sound of the bubbles it had all gone all awfully quiet. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, watching her, and then saw the chocolate he was offering. She reached for it, with a languid arm, the foam clinging to her skin. "You know I do love chocolate" she smiled broadly, and put the whole thing into her mouth in one go. As it melted across her tongue in a puddle of rich sweet luxury she sighed deeply. She couldn't remember having ever enjoyed a chocolate so much. "Are you planning to just stand there and watch or what....?" She blushed again, but she so wanted to feel his arms around her, holding her like he had in the car, wanted to lay her head on his chest, and let him just be in charge. She had spent so much of the last thirteen years being there for Zak, being there for herself, holding the rest of the world at bay. There had been times when she longed to not have to be strong, to not have to be the one who made it all okay, but there had never been anyone she could hand that responsibility over to. It had been her and Zak against the world. She knew she was strong, she knew she could cope, but sometimes, sometimes she just longed for a few minutes when someone else took over. Jethro could be that someone, if he was prepared to. She wondered if she was using him, and what he was getting out of this, and was suddenly scared again, which reminded her of earlier, when she'd nearly been sucked away. He'd said he wanted to hold her hadn't he? Confronting the past tonight had been hard and right now, in pain, tired beyond tired, and emotionally wrung out she just wanted to be held. "Come join me" she said, stretching a hand out to him. "I was afraid you wouldn't ask." he said softly, and quickly took his battered clothes off, leaving them in a heap next to the bath as he took her hand and climbed in beside her. Somehow almost instinctively, he put his arms around her, and slowly pulled her through the water, till she was lying with her back on his chest, her head under his chin and his arms around her belly. He just held her like that for a moment, not saying anything. There was plenty of chocolate left, and he would probably reach out and get some soon, but for right now, he could not let go of her, not even for Lindt. She breathed in deeply and snuggled against him, she could just stay like this in his arms forever. Okay maybe after a little while her fingers would go all pruney, her hair would frizz up to look like Crystal Tips, and people would wonder where he was, but she didn't care. She lay there in the steam, enjoying the warmth and the feel of him. A thought occurred to her, and she felt uncomfortable mentioning it, but it had to be done. "What's happening with Jonathon, do you know? Is someone taking care of him?" "He is in the infirmary, having his wounds taken care off. We'll deal with him later, when we've had a rest, and he is at least patched up, no need to worry about it now." he said softly, squeezing her lightly. He respected her concern, and he wanted her to know that. Finally he let go with one arm, stroked her hair, then retrieved two pieces of chocolate popping one into his mouth, slipping one between her lips, laying his head back and enjoying the delicious melting. She ran the chocolate around her mouth as it melted, almost swooning with pleasure. Why was nothing else in life as simple as this? She was warm, she felt looked after, he'd given her chocolate to eat. She turned and kissed his cheek, and smiled at him. "Thank you, that's yummy." She slipped the washcloth off her, and gently wiped his chin with it. "You had a bit of chocolate there,..." she said in way of explanation. He smiled, and looked at her face, then let his eyes play over her figure, so delectably hidden with just foam, and saw for the first time the extent of the huge bruise on her chest. "Oh my, that must hurt. We're going to have to get that taken care of, and no buts, we're taking plates, you could easily have a cracked rib there." She turned and rested against him, her chin on her hands, looking up directly into his eyes, hiding the bruises. She was trying quite hard not to think about how she'd got shot. Her eyes were huge, and she had dark bruises of tiredness under them. It was taking a lot of effort not to just curl round him and fall asleep right now. "Yeah whatever. Just not right now, I've taken some painkillers, I'm not planning to get shot again, I'll go in a bit, let them sort everyone else out - okay?" "Very well then." he said simply. It felt good to have her lying here in his arms, the fact that they were naked didn't seem to matter whatsoever, it just felt right to be holding her. He leaned down to her, and kissed her softly on the lips. Hugging her to him as he did so. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest but it didn't seem to really be important that they were breasts, not as much as that they were part of her. He ran his finger lazily down her spine, enjoying the soft sensation of her skin in the hot water. He wished he could just hold her like that for the rest of time. But he knew he couldn't, so while he had her there he gave her another light kiss, gentle, and loving. She kissed him back, and took the flannel, dipped it in the water, then after wringing it out she gently wiped his face, and smiled at him. "You look all clean now" then she kissed him again very gently, surprising herself. TBC From jenarey at comcast.net Thu Jul 15 14:49:33 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC Why is Michael in the garage ? OOC In-Reply-To: <20040715130057.11228.qmail@web53106.mail.yahoo.com> References: <1089903291.8284.100.camel@DS9> <20040715130057.11228.qmail@web53106.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040715074654.02402ce0@mail.comcast.net> Erm...I'm actually with AJ on this. These people aren't stupid. Fog or war or not there is no way they'd leave one of the two they rescused in the van. There was all kind of help that came down to try to get people loaded up, Sullivan giving orders, Gabe stood right there. They just FORGOT a teenaged WEREWOLF sitting in the van? You've got to be kidding me. These people are NOT armatures. Evan just wrote about Michael in his report even. I'm not in the thread, so you can go with what you'd like, but the lack of logic here boggles the mind. :P ~J At 07:00 AM 7/15/2004, you wrote: > > Oh well, sometimes things don't work out the way you > > planned them, let it run and we'll see what > > happens :) > >Fog of war. > >Anyway, I can't wait to see Evan's reaction when he >gets back to his van :-) > >Mik. > > > > > >___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! >Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself >http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com >_______________________________________________ >GOTC mailing list >GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk >http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc From jenarey at comcast.net Thu Jul 15 15:08:16 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Papershredded [Tag Damien] In-Reply-To: <1089892041.10752.43.camel@DS9> References: <071420042031.13939.40F5983200010CAB000036732200750784970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> <1089881088.7193.17.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040715005953.02446018@mail.comcast.net> <1089884620.7193.37.camel@DS9> <6.1.0.6.0.20040715015653.024b66f8@mail.comcast.net> <1089892041.10752.43.camel@DS9> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040715080212.024253c8@mail.comcast.net> >Damien nodded half-heartedly. It had not been an e