From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Oct 1 14:53:53 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: <200409280930.50073.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20041001135353.45315.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: >>Once he had seen the last of the guardians out, Sullivan stepped out of the briefing room, and almost bumped into an orderly coming the other way. "Erm Commander sir, there is a strange lady in the infirmary, just showed up here, suffering from shock and she's cold and Morganis told me she was invisible and he had to break a spell first and we don't know who she is and, and the doc thought you might wanna talk to her." Sullivan smiled at the young man's distress. "I'll be right up." Then he headed down the hall toward the infirmary, a frown on his forehead as he pieced the bits together. A strange girl, she just showed up suffering from shock, and apparently having been the subject of magical workings...mmm Eventually he reached the infirmary, stepped lightly inside and walked over to Jessie. "You sent for me Doctor ?"<< Jessie turned at the familiar voice. "Yes, Commander. There's a young woman who's just arrived that I think you might want to meet. She's showering now." The doctor pulled out a chair for Sullivan and one for herself. "She says her name is Miranda," she said as she sat. "She came in here suffering from exposure, fatigue, and hunger, mostly. Her feet are very badly blistered, and she looks like she's been sleeping outside. She said she'd been working at a place called the Masquerade, and her boss wasn't a very nice person. I think she said she'd been under a spell and that no one could see her. I thought you might want to talk to her once she's freshened up a bit." Tag Sullivan OOC: I'm still going to be slow on responses, guys. I'll clean out the box this weekend. Once the play starts my weeknights will be free again, so that'll make things a little easier. From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Oct 1 14:59:36 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Vantastic [tag Meg] In-Reply-To: <20040928094912.82549.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20041001135936.41618.qmail@web40529.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>"Er, right, yeah." Evan wondered the best line to take considering her mood and decided to dive straight in, "I woz there when we did the 'ouse yer know. The one that got away, I ain't sure abaht 'im. I got a bit o' a readin' on 'im as 'e fled. Might be 'andy if yer try an' make sure ya get time t' do some talkin' first." He neglected to mention he'd not taken the shot when the wolf had jumped past him, hoped that would be enough.<< "I'll remember that," Meg nodded. "Since the kid won't be there, that'll make it easier. Can't say I'm going to be too friendly towards him, though..." ++++++++++++++++++ >>"Ta, I'll go an' 'ave a word." Evan wandered over and Meg could see the mechanic shaking his head and say something about being worried it might fall apart if they touched the wrong bit. After a minute or so Evan shambled back with a can of oil and a sheepish look on his face. "Nah, they din't wanna touch it, fought it'd bin dumped I reckon. Did say if I 'ad a chat when I got back in they'd 'ave a look at sortin' it aht though," he grinned at that, "I could almost like this job sometimes yer know."<< "Well, they want to make sure we get back in one piece." At that point Damien showed up. Meg gave him a nod, then checked her own vehicle over to make sure it was roadworthy. Tag (or not -- No more responses from Meg on this thread) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Oct 1 15:03:36 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal] In-Reply-To: <200409280923.09067.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20041001140336.42953.qmail@web40529.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: >>Sal nodded at Wendy and fell in step behind them. She looked at the pixie and whispered. "So, which one is yours ?" followed by a wink and a grin.<< Wendy giggled. "They're all cuties, but I think Bob the fairy has spoiled me for all other men." She sighed, remembering that wild morning. Meg waved at the group. "Car looks good, and we're ready to roll. Who's riding shotgun?" Tag Natalia, Gabe, Sal From jenarey at comcast.net Fri Oct 1 16:50:46 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal] Message-ID: <100120041550.12281.415D7CD600052BE400002FF92200761438970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Wendy giggled. "They're all cuties, but I think Bob the fairy has spoiled me for all other men." She sighed, remembering that wild morning. Meg waved at the group. "Car looks good, and we're ready to roll. Who's riding shotgun?" Natalia waved towards Sal, moving in the direction of the back doors of the car. "I believe those two have the honor." She was trying not to think about another crazy ride in an enclosed metal menace. Hopefully Meg's driving would be a bit more...sedate. From queenortart at gmail.com Fri Oct 1 19:26:29 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: References: <20040926222433.13508.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > Miranda smiled back and her, "Yes, please, maybe you can help?" and hobbled off to the shower, very slowly and carefully, trying to stand on the toes of her feet not the heels. Miranda stood in the shower beginning to feel warm for the first time that day. She made a mental note that if she was ever going to run away from somewhere in the middle of the night and walk most of the length and width of Manhattan, she should remember not to do it without changing her shoes and wearing a coat. The hot water made her feel so much better. Her stomach rumbled, and she desperately wanted some soup and bread. She switched off the shower and stepped out wrapping herself in a towel. The skirt from her cheap suit sat on the chair with her underwear and her cotton blouse and cardigan. She glanced over at them, and swallowed, apart from a few dollars in her pocket and the trinket that Vi had put in the hankerchief, they were all she had in the world right now. She had no ID, no bank card, not even a pair of shoes she wanted to wear. Running away had been a big step, and she wondered if she had really done the right thing. This place had vampires, and maybe worse. She bit her lip, and rubbed herself dry and then pulled on the scrubs. She tried to do something with her hair with the brush on the shelf, and then picked up the shoes, wondering if she should put them on, or wait for the doctor to do something with her feet, she'd said something about bandaging them up. She opened the door to ask and heard the Doctor talking to someone she couldn't see: " Her feet are very badly blistered, and she looks like she's been sleeping outside. She said she'd been working at a place called the Masquerade, and her boss wasn't a very nice person. I think she said she'd been under a spell and that no one could see her. I thought you might want to talk to her once she's freshened up a bit." She was mortified at the thought the doctor might think she was some kind of street person, and had she smelt horrid when she arrived? That was awful... She dived back inside the shower room, her heart pounding, wondering what on earth she was going to do? If these people wouldn't help her, she had no idea what to do, or where to go. She leant against the wall, and slid down it, unable to stay on her feet, because they hurt. A tear rolled down her cheek, and she wiped it away with the back of her hand. Victoria was still in there, if she was still alive. She had to do something - but what? From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Fri Oct 1 22:26:09 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal] In-Reply-To: <100120041550.12281.415D7CD600052BE400002FF92200761438970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20041001212609.73170.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> >> Meg waved at the group. "Car looks good, and we're >> ready to roll. Who's riding shotgun?" > Natalia waved towards Sal, moving in the direction > of the back doors of the car. "I believe those two > have the honor." She was trying not to think about > another crazy ride in an enclosed metal menace. > Hopefully Meg's driving would be a bit > more...sedate. "Indeed," agreed Gabe, heading for the other rear door. His glance across the roof towards Natalia implying that having them where he could see them would make him a lot happier. ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sat Oct 2 18:36:51 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041002173651.19393.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> queenortart wrote: >>Frances pushed the door and entered, looking around the hallway it didn't seem like much had changed. She smiled broadly, it felt like 5 minutes had passed since she left, but at the same time like it had been forever.<< Ratso came running down the stairs, a pencil stuck behind his ear. "Frannie! Long time no see!" He looked around at the sheets and scaffolds and other assorted mess around the place. "Sorry 'bout all dat, but I'm finally gettin' around ta gettin' da elevator put in, and we're makin' a little more space while we're at it. How ya doin'?" Tag Frances From queenortart at gmail.com Sun Oct 3 01:07:12 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) In-Reply-To: <20041002173651.19393.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041002173651.19393.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > Ratso came running down the stairs, a pencil stuck behind his ear. "Frannie! Long time no see!" > > He looked around at the sheets and scaffolds and other assorted mess around the place. "Sorry 'bout all dat, but I'm finally gettin' around ta gettin' da elevator put in, and we're makin' a little more space while we're at it. How ya doin'?" "Hello Ratso," she leant over to him and kissed his cheek and then the other side in a European fashion. "How lovely it is to see you." She picked up the edge of one of the sheets, and moved it out of the way to look under it. "So finally the elevator, well it's about time, I've been telling you for ages." She dropped the sheet again and dusted her hands together. "I'm doing very well. Retirement is..." she paused searching for the right words "...Interesting." Her face belied her words, she looked tired, the last six months she suddenly seemed to have aged a good ten years. "Seeing England again was an experience. It's changed a lot in sixty years. But I'm glad to have done it. How is everyone here?" -- "At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." Rose Macaulay From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Oct 4 04:55:28 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041004035528.12026.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> queenortart wrote: >>Miranda stood in the shower beginning to feel warm for the first time that day. She made a mental note that if she was ever going to run away from somewhere in the middle of the night and walk most of the length and width of Manhattan, she should remember not to do it without changing her shoes and wearing a coat. The hot water made her feel so much better. Her stomach rumbled, and she desperately wanted some soup and bread. She switched off the shower and stepped out wrapping herself in a towel. The skirt from her cheap suit sat on the chair with her underwear and her cotton blouse and cardigan. She glanced over at them, and swallowed, apart from a few dollars in her pocket and the trinket that Vi had put in the hankerchief, they were all she had in the world right now. She had no ID, no bank card, not even a pair of shoes she wanted to wear. Running away had been a big step, and she wondered if she had really done the right thing. This place had vampires, and maybe worse. She bit her lip, and rubbed herself dry and then pulled on the scrubs. She tried to do something with her hair with the brush on the shelf, and then picked up the shoes, wondering if she should put them on, or wait for the doctor to do something with her feet, she'd said something about bandaging them up. She opened the door to ask and heard the Doctor talking to someone she couldn't see: " Her feet are very badly blistered, and she looks like she's been sleeping outside. She said she'd been working at a place called the Masquerade, and her boss wasn't a very nice person. I think she said she'd been under a spell and that no one could see her. I thought you might want to talk to her once she's freshened up a bit." She was mortified at the thought the doctor might think she was some kind of street person, and had she smelt horrid when she arrived? That was awful... She dived back inside the shower room, her heart pounding, wondering what on earth she was going to do? If these people wouldn't help her, she had no idea what to do, or where to go. She leant against the wall, and slid down it, unable to stay on her feet, because they hurt. A tear rolled down her cheek, and she wiped it away with the back of her hand. Victoria was still in there, if she was still alive. She had to do something - but what?<< Miranda's food arrived shortly after she finished her shower -- hot chicken soup, wheat toast with butter and jam, and a steaming cup of hot chocolate. There was a pot of Irish Breakfast tea, too, for Jessie. "Thank you so much!" she said to the waiter. "Not at all, ma'am." He slipped out of the infirmary as quietly as he'd entered. "Miranda, the food's here whenever you're ready," Jessie called in the direction of the shower. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Oct 4 04:59:48 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy] In-Reply-To: <20041001212609.73170.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20041004035948.53834.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >> Meg waved at the group. "Car looks good, and we're >> ready to roll. Who's riding shotgun?" > Natalia waved towards Sal, moving in the direction > of the back doors of the car. "I believe those two > have the honor." She was trying not to think about > another crazy ride in an enclosed metal menace. > Hopefully Meg's driving would be a bit > more...sedate. >>"Indeed," agreed Gabe, heading for the other rear door. His glance across the roof towards Natalia implying that having them where he could see them would make him a lot happier.<< "Hop in, then," Meg said. She got behind the wheel and fastened her seatbelt. Wendy, not wanting to become a bug on the inside of the windshield every time Meg slammed on the brakes, slipped down the front of Sal's shirt. "This should be a fun trip," she whispered to the girl, grinning wickedly. "You'll have to give me directions, Cap, since I was out of commission that night," Meg said. Once her passengers were seated safely, the garage door opened. Tag all From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Oct 4 05:23:37 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041004042337.98245.qmail@web40522.mail.yahoo.com> queenortart wrote: >>"Hello Ratso," she leant over to him and kissed his cheek and then the other side in a European fashion. "How lovely it is to see you." She picked up the edge of one of the sheets, and moved it out of the way to look under it. "So finally the elevator, well it's about time, I've been telling you for ages." She dropped the sheet again and dusted her hands together. "I'm doing very well. Retirement is..." she paused searching for the right words "...Interesting." Her face belied her words, she looked tired, the last six months she suddenly seemed to have aged a good ten years. "Seeing England again was an experience. It's changed a lot in sixty years. But I'm glad to have done it. How is everyone here?"<< "Ok, I guess," he replied. "Jay's gonna get married ta da new doc, Callum's here from Scotland. An old friend of Gabe's showed up. And...Oh! We gotta go ta da diner! You might already know her, but ya gotta meet da most beautiful girl in da woild! Udder dan you, dat is." Rizzoli's cheeks turned slightly red. Tag From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Oct 4 09:13:07 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy] In-Reply-To: <20041004035948.53834.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041004035948.53834.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200410041013.09314.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > > "Hop in, then," Meg said. She got behind the wheel and fastened her > seatbelt. > > Wendy, not wanting to become a bug on the inside of the windshield every > time Meg slammed on the brakes, slipped down the front of Sal's shirt. > "This should be a fun trip," she whispered to the girl, grinning wickedly. > > "You'll have to give me directions, Cap, since I was out of commission that > night," Meg said. Once her passengers were seated safely, the garage door > opened. > Sal squirmed a bit as Wendy slid down between her breasts. She felt odd, the labrador side of her was practically bounding round Gabe's legs with dutyfull servitude, while the rebellious punk that was her human side was trying to figure out just why the fuck she was going along with this, but for once she couldn't bring herself to be mad at the dog. There was something, well somehow being here right now felt right, and with Wendy present, it might even be fun. She fished out her cigarette pack and dutyfully held it out toward Meg. She couldn't remember ever sharing cigarettes with any but her closest friends before... something about this place was getting to her in a way she couldn't understand. -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.net/olce http://silentcoder.blogsite.org From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Oct 4 11:08:25 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy] In-Reply-To: <20041004035948.53834.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20041004100825.40704.qmail@web53110.mail.yahoo.com> > "You'll have to give me directions, Cap, since I was > out of commission that night," Meg said. Once her > passengers were seated safely, the garage door > opened. "No problem, head out through the crosslink to Queens." Gabe replied. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From queenortart at gmail.com Mon Oct 4 12:09:12 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) In-Reply-To: <20041004042337.98245.qmail@web40522.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041004042337.98245.qmail@web40522.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > "Ok, I guess," he replied. "Jay's gonna get married ta da new doc, Callum's here from Scotland. An old friend of Gabe's showed up. And...Oh! We gotta go ta da diner! You might already know her, but ya gotta meet da most beautiful girl in da woild! Udder dan you, dat is." Frances smiled at him, "Oh if I were only 30 years younger Ratso, I'd have given you a run for your money! So you've found someone to make you happy? I'm very pleased." As they walked to the diner she felt the years dropping off her, it had been worth almost every moment of spending six months with Grace, but she had missed this place. "Love is in the air then? Jay and Jessie, that's wonderful, I knew they were made for each other, since that night he rescued her." She smiled broadly. "I might have to have a new hat, you know there are few enough good reasons for that at my age. It'll be nice to see Callum again, he must be what 21 or so now? I remember him in short trousers..." -- "At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." Rose Macaulay From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Oct 4 14:13:06 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041004131306.31896.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> queenortart wrote: >>Frances smiled at him, "Oh if I were only 30 years younger Ratso, I'd have given you a run for your money! So you've found someone to make you happy? I'm very pleased." As they walked to the diner she felt the years dropping off her, it had been worth almost every moment of spending six months with Grace, but she had missed this place. "Love is in the air then? Jay and Jessie, that's wonderful, I knew they were made for each other, since that night he rescued her." She smiled broadly. "I might have to have a new hat, you know there are few enough good reasons for that at my age. It'll be nice to see Callum again, he must be what 21 or so now? I remember him in short trousers..."<< Ratso pulled out a chair for Frances, then seated himself after she had sat. A waiter approached. "Ah, Miss Frances! So good to see you again. What will you be having today?" Tag (OOC: Could you mention her last name again, please? I'll need it in a bit, and I've forgotten it.) From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 4 14:59:44 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Miranda] Message-ID: <100420041359.26730.4161574F000853E90000686A2200750744970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> > "Well then, in the immortal words of Stan Lee: 'Excelsior !'" he said with a > grin. Then it occurred to him that she may not be a comic book freak, he had > never actually asked... so he added. "It's a middle English word for 'up, up and away.'... and apparently a brandname for undercarpet-felt." With that, he put his arm around her, just above her waist and pulled her against him. "Hang on." Marie chuckled, slipping her arm around his neck. It was an odd sort of trust that let her do this, and she didn't think on it much. "Hanging on I can do." She glanced into nothing, seeing Al pulling faces behing Morgan's head and chuckled. "Come on Al...unless you're going to sleep while we go looking for trouble." From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Mon Oct 4 17:53:28 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Out on the tiles (Grace Engel intro) Message-ID: Grace touched the tissue to the edges of her lips and then carefully crumpled it ensuring that the vibrant red smear did not smudge onto her hand. She disposed of the tissue and applied a second coat of lipstick. Again she blotted her lips and with one satisfied nod at her reflection in the mirror, she stood, brushing aside the accoutrements of beauty. Make-up had certainly come a long way in the past eighty years, not that she had particularly availed herself of it in her adolescence, nor did she need to now, frozen as she was in the fresh bloom of her youth. Grace moved across the room, her posture spoke of breeding and confidence, her parents had named her well. She opened the door to the first dressing room, the one that held her current clothing - there were three other dressing rooms each containing a generation of clothing - a museum of fashion dating back to the 1950's. Every designer of note was represented, every major movement and innovation - all could be found in this house, although there were items here that would never see the proverbial light of day again - the 70's and 80's had been a time of personal horror to Grace - at least in a fashion sense. "What to wear?" Grace never kidded herself that she had nothing to wear, but she was a stickler for what was appropriate. What did she intend to do this evening - would it be an upmarket club or an evening in a coffee house? There was a new club opening, which perhaps catered to a particular clientele, she grimaced, most of the clubs and bars which catered to vampires were inevitably grungy affairs - the patrons dressed in a standard uniform of black and leather. She took her time choosing, after all there was no rush but in the end she settled on a cornflower blue linen blouse that matched her eyes and an old classic denim jeans. She slipped off her silk dressing gown and dressed quickly. She was just slipping on a pair of blue leather ankle boots almost ready to leave when she recalled the discarded clothing. Sighing gently she picked up the clothing and carefully put it away. She wasn't sure if she could get used to the absence of servants. The house was big and Frances could not clean the house on her own, nor should she have to. They really needed to get someone in but the Engel manner of employment would no longer be appropriate - or desired now, Grace didn't really want to add to the family - it was too late now. It was certainly a dilemma. She closed the dressing room door and took in her reflection one more time. The blouse had a large flared collar and a wide neckline which tapered down showing off just a hint of cleavage and was tucked into a wide belt which accentuated her small waist. The jeans were close fitting completing her hourglass silhouette but not so tight that they would show off every curve of her body. Her blond hair she left down and unadorned. She left her room and walked down the corridor to Frances' room and knocked gently on the door. There was no reply, she must have already left for the evening. Grace pursed her lips slightly recalling how Frances has been a little evasive about her evening plans. That probably meant only one thing - she had sneaked off to her Guardian friends. Grace shook her head slightly and headed for the front door. She paused momentarily, picked up a pen from the telephone stand in the hallway and wrote a brief note on the pad provided for such eventualities. "Gone out, back by dawn." she wrote in an elegant script and then propped the note against the telephone, sometimes old habits died hard. Grace stepped out into the night air and sniffed. She'd found the stench of the city overpowering when she had first come to New York and the pollution that had grown over the last decade or so did not help matters. But there were compensations, this city never slept and she had never grown tired of the illumination of the city skyline, there could be no argument New York was stunning at night, as was she - a perfect match. Locking the door behind her, Grace walked down the street with no particular destination in mind. ooc is Jenna's night club open for business or shall I just leave Grace to meander for a while? From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 4 19:23:20 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Out on the tiles (Grace Engel intro) Message-ID: <100420041823.26267.41619518000505F20000669B2200735834970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> ooc: The Masquerade is open. :) I'll be sending a post about it to the list here soon. Once I finish my lunch, most likely. ~Jena > Grace touched the tissue to the edges of her lips and then carefully > crumpled it ensuring that the vibrant red smear did not smudge onto her > hand. She disposed of the tissue and applied a second coat of lipstick. > Again she blotted her lips and with one satisfied nod at her reflection in > the mirror, she stood, brushing aside the accoutrements of beauty. Make-up > had certainly come a long way in the past eighty years, not that she had > particularly availed herself of it in her adolescence, nor did she need to > now, frozen as she was in the fresh bloom of her youth. Grace moved across > the room, her posture spoke of breeding and confidence, her parents had > named her well. > > She opened the door to the first dressing room, the one that held her > current clothing - there were three other dressing rooms each containing a > generation of clothing - a museum of fashion dating back to the 1950's. > Every designer of note was represented, every major movement and > innovation - all could be found in this house, although there were items > here that would never see the proverbial light of day again - the 70's and > 80's had been a time of personal horror to Grace - at least in a fashion > sense. > > "What to wear?" Grace never kidded herself that she had nothing to wear, > but she was a stickler for what was appropriate. What did she intend to do > this evening - would it be an upmarket club or an evening in a coffee house? > There was a new club opening, which perhaps catered to a particular > clientele, she grimaced, most of the clubs and bars which catered to > vampires were inevitably grungy affairs - the patrons dressed in a standard > uniform of black and leather. > > She took her time choosing, after all there was no rush but in the end she > settled on a cornflower blue linen blouse that matched her eyes and an old > classic denim jeans. She slipped off her silk dressing gown and dressed > quickly. She was just slipping on a pair of blue leather ankle boots almost > ready to leave when she recalled the discarded clothing. Sighing gently she > picked up the clothing and carefully put it away. She wasn't sure if she > could get used to the absence of servants. The house was big and Frances > could not clean the house on her own, nor should she have to. They really > needed to get someone in but the Engel manner of employment would no longer > be appropriate - or desired now, Grace didn't really want to add to the > family - it was too late now. > > It was certainly a dilemma. > > She closed the dressing room door and took in her reflection one more time. > The blouse had a large flared collar and a wide neckline which tapered down > showing off just a hint of cleavage and was tucked into a wide belt which > accentuated her small waist. The jeans were close fitting completing her > hourglass silhouette but not so tight that they would show off every curve > of her body. Her blond hair she left down and unadorned. > > She left her room and walked down the corridor to Frances' room and knocked > gently on the door. There was no reply, she must have already left for the > evening. Grace pursed her lips slightly recalling how Frances has been a > little evasive about her evening plans. That probably meant only one > thing - she had sneaked off to her Guardian friends. Grace shook her head > slightly and headed for the front door. She paused momentarily, picked up a > pen from the telephone stand in the hallway and wrote a brief note on the > pad provided for such eventualities. "Gone out, back by dawn." she wrote in > an elegant script and then propped the note against the telephone, sometimes > old habits died hard. > > Grace stepped out into the night air and sniffed. She'd found the stench of > the city overpowering when she had first come to New York and the pollution > that had grown over the last decade or so did not help matters. But there > were compensations, this city never slept and she had never grown tired of > the illumination of the city skyline, there could be no argument New York > was stunning at night, as was she - a perfect match. > > Locking the door behind her, Grace walked down the street with no particular > destination in mind. > > ooc is Jenna's night club open for business or shall I just leave Grace to > meander for a while? > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc From queenortart at gmail.com Mon Oct 4 22:23:06 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) In-Reply-To: <20041004131306.31896.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041004131306.31896.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > Ratso pulled out a chair for Frances, then seated himself after she had sat. A waiter approached. > > "Ah, Miss Frances! So good to see you again. What will you be having today?" "Phillip, how delightful to see you, how are the family? Please give my best to your wife, is she well?" The waiter blushed a little, "There's another addition due in about six weeks time, She's doing okay, I'm sure she'll be pleased to know you're back in New York, are you staying or is this just a flying visit?" "I've had a wonderful time in Europe, but I think I'm getting too old for travelling about too much. Six months is a long way to be away from home." She smiled at him. "Anyway, best get back. What can I get you?" Phillip asked "Some tea would be wonderful, please." "Anything for you, Mr Rizzoli?" Tag > > (OOC: Could you mention her last name again, please? I'll need it in a bit, and I've forgotten it.) Engels From jenarey at comcast.net Tue Oct 5 20:37:52 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy] Message-ID: <100520041937.15911.4162F80F000A51C200003E272200734076970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> "No problem, head out through the crosslink to Queens." Gabe replied. Natalia settled next to Gabe, her sword swung around to rest across her lap. It didn't stay in the jacket neatly when she was seated like this, and she wasn't overly concerned about it being hidden while in the car. She grinned up at Gabe, muttering mischieviously. "Just make sure you're sharp on your toes. The last time he gave me directions there was a sudden turn that wasn't mentioned until we were almost in the river." From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Oct 6 17:51:39 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fwd: FW: GotC -- Stranger (JP Meg, Callum, Michael -- a little Stephanie and Sam, too) In-Reply-To: <20041006123955.41710.qmail@web40524.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041006123955.41710.qmail@web40524.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: Timeframe reminder - this takes place Wed lunchtime/early afternoon Meg finished her shower and dried off. She was sorry she hadn't had time to shower with Callum, but she needed to focus. The strange beast in HQ was bothering her a lot, and she wasn't really sure why. She dressed in loose warmups and a sweatshirt, then joined Callum in her bedroom. She'd already put on socks, so she slipped her feet into a pair of worn sneakers and was ready to go. "Were you able to check on any reports? Do you have any idea what happened last night? I vaguely remember Evan mentioning something about wolves attacking a family in Queens, but I wasn't exactly at my best." "Not really, I was trying to look up Necromancers, once I got back, and then I started talking to Gabe, and then you came back, and I must say I wasn't really think about anything else after that" he smiled sheepishly at her. "Let's go to the computer lab, see what's been filed from last night and then go check this stranger out." He walked to the door, but when she came towards him, he blocked the doorway to stop her leaving immediately, and took a moment to take her hands in his and leant down to kiss her lightly on the forehead. The difference in their heights became very apparent stood like this. "Stay here for just a second, I need to say this to you Hen. I wish that we could just stay here, forget everyone else, and just snuggle down, you and me, and a case of beer, and a game of rugby on the tv, just being together. I'm looking forward to having you in my arms, whilst I try to explain the difference between rugby league and rugby union. I'm even looking forward to hearing you justifying how a game of football can last for 4 hours, and require everyone to be wearing body armour!" He let go of her hands and held her waist then, laughing at her expression. and kissed her little button nose. Oh he could spent a lifetime teasing her about the differences that the Atlantic made to their cultures. "You know I want to stand on the battlements of Edinburgh Castle and shout to everyone in the world that I think I might just love you, my bonny lass. But I guess if you know that then the rest of the world can wait." He wasn't sure why he felt the need to share this with her, right here and right now, but having a another wolf in the vicinity was affecting him at some level and it seemed imperative that she should know that she was his woman, and he was her man. Maybe it was a Scottish thing, maybe it was a wolf thing? Meg wrapped her arms around him. "Beer and snuggling sounds nice, but the last thing you need right now is a drunk wolf." She grinned. "Hold that thought. The full moon'll be over soon enough. After that we can see what happens." She kissed him, then took his hand. "Come on, Fred. We have mysteries to investigate." "Aye, this is true Daphne, or would you prefer Velma...?" Together they left Meg's room. First stop was the computer lab, where Callum's report was waiting for them. "Can you check that later?" Meg sniffed the air. "Come on, he's this way." She followed her nose to the room assigned to the two young boys. Another sniff confirmed that the wolf was here. She rapped on the door. "Hello? Anybody home?" Callum felt the hairs on the back of his neck rising and fought it down. Michael awoke just before the knock, disorientated he looked around trying to work out where he was and what the shrieking sensation at the back of his head was. His shoulder muscles were knotted tight. Then he heard the voice. "Hello? Anybody home?" Meg called. And everything slotted in to place. There were other wolves out there. A male and a female. He rolled to his feet and padded to the door swinging it open and standing naked before them any inhibitions stifled by the wolf's lack of sensibility for clothing and need to challenge. "Sam is asleep." He stated flatly. "Do you want something?" He carried on, a hint of challenge in his voice. Meg groaned inwardly. Great! Raging testosterone! Just what they needed! "Don't get your hackles up, kid," she said gruffly. "I smell a new wolf in my territory I have to check it out, don't I?" She didn't allow herself to be shocked by the lack of clothes, and she tried to keep her attitude neutral. She didn't want him to feel threatened, but neither did she want him to think she was a pushover. Meanwhile, Sam had awakened when he felt Michael leave his side. He looked at Stephanie. "What's going on? Who's there?" Stephanie gave Sam what she hoped was a comforting look, before setting her book down and slipping to her feet. "It's just a couple of the Guardians." Wolves from the smell of them... A whole roomful of wolves now. That was nice. She padded over near Michael,looking to Meg and Callum with raised eyebrows. "Is there something we can help with?" Callum saw a young laddie, together with the wolf, this must be the wee brother. "Hello, both of you, I'm Callum, Callum Fraser, from Scotland. I understand you're going to be staying with us for a while?" He understood nothing of the kind, and was making it up as he went along, but hey, it was better than saying - come anywhere near my lassie and we might be in for a spot of bother. "Just caught the scent of a strange wolf," Meg said. "Wanted to make sure there wasn't any trouble." She could see now why Sal had wanted to chase the cat yesterday. It was certainly tempting... "I'm Meg Cassidy. What's your name?" She extended a hand to the teenager, and gave the younger boy a wave. Sam waved back and managed a weak smile. No-one had acknowledged his earlier greeting, and Callum was a little peeved. "I'm Callum" he repeated "May we come in?" he didn't want to antagonise the wolfboy and he didn't know if he would consider this an invasion of his territory, or a threat to the youngster. Michael extended his own hand, "Michael Newlander, charmed I'm sure," he replied with exaggerated formality, his eyes moving from Meg to Callum where he stood in the background, a challenge in them as he held Meg's hand. Meg sighed. "Look, kid, I know you're kind of new at this. Truth is, so am I. So, if you could just tone down the macho crap, I think it would be easier on everyone here. Your brother doesn't need to deal with this, and I think it would make Steph a lot more comfortable, too." Her voice had taken on a bit of a growl by the end of the speech. Michaels eyes flashed the merest hint of a glare but he moved over to the chair with his clothes discarded on them, all the while keeping from turning his back on the other two wolves. "You're right, Sam has enough to deal with," he pulled on a shirt and jeans, "so, you came looking for me..." he let the statement hang in the air and looked at them expectantly. Stephanie wasn't about to mention the fact that Sam was already involved in this, as the wolves were already tense enough with out commentary. She nodded a little to Meg, appreciating the efforts to calm things down. Maybe...just maybe...this would end without anyone pinned to a wall trying to breath through claws at their throats. She could hope at least... Callum could smell the hostility in the air. He took a couple of deep breaths, and tried to calm himself as much as possible, this kid was no threat so long as he behaved himself. He turned to Meg speaking quietly and calmly. "We're good here sweetheart aren't we?" he made a 'let's be chilled here' gesture with his hands to her. Meg glared at him, but backed down a little. "Yeah, yeah, we're good." Then he turned back to Michael and Sam. "Not looking for you exactly, more like wanting to welcome you and make sure you're settling in okay. When there's a new wolf on the block the existing pack come over to sniff each other out, make friends. That's all we're here for, to say hello. How are you doing?" "I am all my kid brother has left in the world, my mother, father and sister have all been ripped apart, I've been told I can't deal with the last of their killers until I've 'practised more' and I'm no longer human, how was your day?" Michael's anger was back, and he was having trouble dealing with it. He looked across at Sam and Stephanie, trying hard to focus on his need to be there for Sam. "I know it probably won't help you to know this right now, but most of us here are in the same kind of position." Callum replied calmly "Most of us here have lost someone, sometimes pretty much everyone we ever really cared about. I was turned in a fight where my parents were killed, leaving me and my kid brother, so I have some idea of how you must be feeling right now. You don't have to go through this by yourselves, we can help you get through it." Callum thought about his mum and da, and Rognvald and his heart went out to the two of them. All thoughts of threat had evaporated, and he just wanted to help them. "We've all lost people, Michael," Meg said. "My brother was taken from me when I was about Sam's age or younger. As to this wolf business, I've been a werewolf about a day longer than you have. It's not easy, but it does help having a pack around. We'd like to help in any way we can." Still thinking about Sam, Michael nodded, "Alright. Am I going to change again tonight? I feel," he paused looking for the right word and failing, "weird. Like all my senses are heightened and I'm split inside. There's part of me just wants to lash out at everything," he almost managed a wry smile at that point, "go on, tell me the worst, I'm a teenager aren't I." Callum laughed. "Aye, I think you qualify for that one.!" Then he looked more serious. "Yes, for the next two nights you're not really going to have much choice about changing, and it'll be like that for three nights of the full moon every month. The heightened senses can be very useful. But it takes a bit of getting used to. The city may not be the best place for you to be right now. If you need to use up some of that energy then getting out into the woods might be a great idea" He looked across at Meg, his wolf side drooling at the prospect of getting her into the woods and hunting with her by his side. He raised his eyebrows suggestively. "You feel like going out to hunt some bunnies or a nice deer tonight Hen?" Meg nodded. "I think that'd be a great idea. I've been a wolf probably as long as you have, kid, and I'd like a little more space than I had last night to get used to all this. If you'd like to come with us, maybe Callum can show us the ropes a little. Whadda ya say?" Meg also didn't want to spend the night trying to chase Stephanie or the rats. Just because no one had gotten hurt last night didn't mean they wouldn't tonight. Michael considered. Even without the wolf lurking constantly beneath his skin he wouldn't have been feeling comfortable with his enforced stay in the Guardians building, as it was there was no real contest. He looked across at Stephanie asking, "will you look after Sam while I am gone?" Almost without time for the answer he returned his view to Meg, "I'm in." "Good. I know all this has to be hard, and all we can do is help each other, right?" Sam approached Michael cautiously. "Just be careful, ok? I'll be ok here." He returned to Stephanie's side. "Don't worry Sam, I'll be fine, especially knowing there's someone here to look after you." Michael looked to the other two wolves, he was now dressed in jeans and a hoodie and there was an eager look in his eyes, "when do we go?" "No time like the present." Callum replied, desperately thinking on his feet about where the hell they were going to go. He had no idea. If it had been Scotland he could have come up with half a dozen places within an hour's drive of Edinburgh where they were certain not to be disturbed, and more importantly not to come across people who they would endanger. He didn't want Michael to know he was clueless though. Setting himself up as the experienced one of the party was a big responsibility. Okay he'd changed into wolf form every month for about 2 years, but being outside would all be new. Oh what the hell, it was more important that they got this right. He spoke assertively, with as much authority in his tone as he could bring. "Meg, we need somewhere remote with not a lot of people, and with good hunting. You're the local. I shall bow to your judgement on the location." Meg grinned. "I'm not exactly a native. I'm a native to the US, but not to New York. Still...we could head out to Jersey, or upstate. There's some parkland there, and it's cold enough that there won't be many tourists out, especially during the week. We'd better leave now, so we can find a place before the change." Before they left Stephanie spoke up again. She was fine with keeping an eye on Sam for now, though that duty would have to be picked up by someone else when her own change came. "Go upstate. There are a bunch of maps in the database. Jersey has an established pack that you might want to visit later, but not such a good choice for a group of early shifts." She offered the advice quietly, not about to try to enforce it, but she didn't want anyone to say that she hadn't told them. "Thanks for the warning, Steph," Meg said. No way did she want to tangle with an established pack tonight! "We should just grab some warm clothes then, see you back here in five." Callum took Meg's hand, assuring his position as her mate, and they went upstairs to throw a bag together each. Michael watched the interplay with gentle amusement, all he could think of was that he was getting out of this place, he'd only been there a day but the enforced confinement had made it feel like forever. He pulled out a coat from the wardrobe and waited to go. TBC From ajventer at gmail.com Wed Oct 6 19:55:16 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy] In-Reply-To: <-5019164150712717643@unknownmsgid> References: <-5019164150712717643@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc041006115564034cc7@mail.gmail.com> > "No problem, head out through the crosslink to Queens." Gabe replied. > > Natalia settled next to Gabe, her sword swung around to rest across her lap. It didn't stay in the jacket neatly when she was seated like this, and she wasn't overly concerned about it being hidden while in the car. She grinned up at Gabe, muttering mischieviously. "Just make sure you're sharp on your toes. The last time he gave me directions there was a sudden turn that wasn't mentioned until we were almost in the river." Sal looked back toward Gabe. "Lemme get this straight though, we're goin' after some lycans what killed a familly. Them kiddies in HQ being the survivors ?" Her face hardened, if there was one thing both sides of Sal agreed on, it was where the lines were drawn, even for lycans, and wiping out famillies was way outside her idea of just plan fun. -- "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 Oct 6 19:58:12 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Miranda] In-Reply-To: <-7300278757439218157@unknownmsgid> References: <-7300278757439218157@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04100611583dc50392@mail.gmail.com> On Mon, 04 Oct 2004 13:59:44 +0000, jenarey@comcast.net wrote: > > "Well then, in the immortal words of Stan Lee: 'Excelsior !'" he said with a > > grin. Then it occurred to him that she may not be a comic book freak, he had > > never actually asked... so he added. "It's a middle English word for 'up, up and away.'... and apparently a brandname for undercarpet-felt." With that, he put his arm around her, just above her waist and pulled her against him. "Hang on." > > Marie chuckled, slipping her arm around his neck. It was an odd sort of trust that let her do this, and she didn't think on it much. "Hanging on I can do." She glanced into nothing, seeing Al pulling faces behing Morgan's head and chuckled. "Come on Al...unless you're going to sleep while we go looking for trouble." > Morgan held her to him, giving her a quick hug before gripping her and gliding gently upward. He was moving deliberately slowly, he didn't want to be noticed if he could help it. Once he was able to move behind the skyline created by the roofs he sped up significantly. He was using his telekinetics to help hold Marie, so she would never even feel like she was in danger, everything was perfectly controlled. Still the swooshing of the wind around their ears made speech hard so he used telepathy instead. ~I'm gonna swoop over the old sight of the Peacefull Sleep, and see what we can see.~ he sent to her. -- "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 mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Thu Oct 7 10:54:41 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc041006115564034cc7@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20041007095441.69733.qmail@web53110.mail.yahoo.com> > Natalia settled next to Gabe, her sword swung > around to rest across her lap. It didn't stay in > the jacket neatly when she was seated like this, and > she wasn't overly concerned about it being hidden > while in the car. She grinned up at Gabe, muttering > mischieviously. "Just make sure you're sharp on > your toes. The last time he gave me directions > there was a sudden turn that wasn't mentioned until > we were almost in the river." "Of course, what Natalia has failed to mention was that last time I had taken that route the river had been low and the ford was easy to cross," Gabe shot Natalia a playful look, "and I still say that coach would have made it across it you had been willing to try." > Sal looked back toward Gabe. > "Lemme get this straight though, we're goin' after > some lycans what killed a familly. Them kiddies in > HQ being the survivors ?" Her face hardened, if > there was one thing both sides of Sal agreed on, > it was where the lines were drawn, even for lycans, > and wiping out famillies was way outside her idea > of just plan fun. Gabe looked at Sal, "One lycan we think, we got the rest of the pack when we rescued Sam and Michael and yes, they were the only two survivors. Sam had the house wired up for video, re-running the tapes it looks like they came through the front door, took out the father in one hit, split up for the mother and sister. Sam was locked in his room, thankfully the insurance company had stipulated a serious security system for that one because of the amount of computer equipment he had in there. Michael would have been killed too, probably was in a way, but he had obviously fought back hard enough to end up with lycan blood in his own wounds and they could not have finished him off properly. He turned and healed rather than laying down and dying. I think coming in to his change fighting is part of why the wolf is so strong in him." Gabe realised that he was moving from the point, "anyway, tonight we see if we can find the last lycan and finish the job." His tone held little doubt of his views on how to finish it. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From jenarey at comcast.net Thu Oct 7 21:05:54 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Miranda] Message-ID: <100720042005.9593.4165A1A1000A030F000025792200735834970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> Still the swooshing of the wind around their ears made speech hard so he used telepathy instead. ~I'm gonna swoop over the old sight of the Peacefull Sleep, and see what we can see.~ he sent to her. The more they did this flying thing the easier it came and Marie found herself breathing easy. It was amusing to find herself a Lois Lane type figure, though she was never even going to THINK the lame love song that had come with that movie. She nodded as she caught his thoughts. ~Likely a good place to start...then see what else is going on in the big city.~ From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sun Oct 10 06:23:47 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041010052347.3215.qmail@web40506.mail.yahoo.com> --- queenortart wrote: > "Phillip, how delightful to see you, how are the > family? Please give > my best to your wife, is she well?" > > The waiter blushed a little, "There's another > addition due in about > six weeks time, She's doing okay, I'm sure she'll be > pleased to know > you're back in New York, are you staying or is this > just a flying > visit?" > > "I've had a wonderful time in Europe, but I think > I'm getting too old > for travelling about too much. Six months is a long > way to be away > from home." She smiled at him. > > "Anyway, best get back. What can I get you?" Phillip > asked > > "Some tea would be wonderful, please." > > "Anything for you, Mr Rizzoli?" > "Uh, yeah. Lemme have a cuppa coffee an' a cinnamon roll. Oh, an' could ya ask Muse ta come out here for a minute, please?" "Certainly." Phillip oozed back to the kitchen with their orders. "So, how's tings at home. No problems or nuttin?" Tag (Slowly catching up...) > > > > (OOC: Could you mention her last name again, > please? I'll need it in a bit, and I've forgotten > it.) Engels From queenortart at gmail.com Sun Oct 10 14:03:09 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) In-Reply-To: <20041010052347.3215.qmail@web40506.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041010052347.3215.qmail@web40506.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > "Uh, yeah. Lemme have a cuppa coffee an' a cinnamon > roll. Oh, an' could ya ask Muse ta come out here for > a minute, please?" > > "Certainly." Phillip oozed back to the kitchen with > their orders. > > "So, how's tings at home. No problems or nuttin?" "Well we got back from Europe about a week ago, it's good to be home. Just thought I'd drop in and see how everyone is. " Frances wasn't sure how to say that she was bored out of her skull, it had taken two days to open the house back up, take the contents of their luggage to the dry cleaners, or put through the washing machine. She'd missed Aldrik horribly, not just because he would normally have done all the menial work, but for his conversation. Grace had become increasingly taciturn as they had returned to New York. She'd caught up on her correspondance, been to see her lawyer and thank him for looking after things in her absence, written cheques for the bills, telephoned a few acquaintances, and then sat looking at the four walls, and wondered what she was possibly going to do with her time. "Muse? You mean Miss Lebowski, the chef? You dark horse Ratso...." Tag Ratso, Muse From queenortart at gmail.com Sun Oct 10 17:48:18 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Retail Therapy, pt 2 In-Reply-To: References: <20041004130633.52241.qmail@web40523.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: At that moment the cab pulled up in front of a large store on 5th Avenue. "We have arrived," Terry announced. "Give us a couple of hours, ok?" Two hours! How on earth could shopping for a few things take two hours? Joy couldn't imagine. Go with the flow, she told herself. Deep Breaths, Enjoy.... "Sure thing, doll," the driver winked. "I thought you might want a new outfit for your defense, too, unless you already have something in mind," she said to Joy as she stepped out of the cab. "I've got a skirt suit, I bought it for my graduation, and for interviews. It's black, I've only worn it a few times." A wave of sadness went over her when she thought about the last time, at a quiet little grave site in Charlottesville. Closed coffin. Her and a few of Zak's friends from University. "Something new would be great," she said, shaking her head a little to clear the image. She should put this behind her. Leave the old Joy behind, that's what she needed to do. Cast off all the old sad things, and start again. "I guess another suit, although I'm not sure when I'll wear it except for this. I guess I could have something to wear with other things. Any suggestions?" They were inside the store now, and it seemed really light and airy. Lots of pale wood, and racks of clothes. Piles of folded up jumpers, and shoes displayed with matching handbags. Co-ordinating scarves and wraps. It was all a bit scary and Joy wasn't really sure where to start. Terry looked around the store like a general surveying the battlefield. "Business first, then pleasure," she said with a wink. "Let's try over here." She walked over to a rack and took down a dark gray tweed skirt and a black one. Then she picked out two nice blouses, a light gray and a white one. The gray had its own sash-like tie at the neck, but the white was plain with a rounded neck. "You can dress the white up with jewelry, or a nice scarf or shawl," she said. "A sweater vest in a light material to go with the skirt might work as well. The gray would only need a brooch. We can worry about shoes later. Why don't you try these to start? If they don't work, we can look further. I hope I grabbed the right size." "Right Boss." Joy tried to put some sense of enthusiasm into her reply. Changing rooms were not something she was used to. She normally approached shopping like a bullet pointed instruction manual. . Go to supermarket. . Put 2 pairs of size 8 Jeans in trolley . Pull half a dozen sweaters off the shelf . Go to check out . Pay. . Take them home. . Decide they don't fit quite right . Use a belt. . Does sweater cover arms? . Yes. . Keep. End of story. Trying things on was a whole new concept. She took the clothes, which were a size 8 and started to go through into the rooms. "Then I'll er, come out and show you what they look like, right?" The changing rooms were very nice. All individual, with locking doors and a mirror inside, and there were lots of hooks to hang things on. Out in the vesibule there were padded benches, and flowers, and full length mirrors angled so that if you stood right you could see whether your bottom looked huge in something. She went in and put on the black skirt and grey blouse, looking at herself in the mirror. Even with bare legs and no shoes, she looked like a grown up, rather than a little kid playing dressing up with someone else's clothes like she did in the interview suit. She smiled tentatively at herself in the mirror and stepped outside the cubicle to see what Terry thought. Terry grinned broadly. "I love it! It looks very professional, but not severe, and the gray really brings out your eyes! Question is, though, how do you like it? And, do you want to get the other as a backup?" Joy smiled back, a huge smile. "Thanks." She twirled round a little. "Looks pretty good, doesn't it? I'll try the other one on as well, and we can see which looks more like Doctor Grace would wear?" She raised her eyes, "I hope that doesn't count as tempting fate?" "Nah," Terry grinned. "I'll bet it's a lock. Of course, the only danger is if we make you look TOO different, then they won't believe it's you! While you put on the other outfit, I'll be looking at date dresses." Joy laughed, she felt great. This was turning out to be real fun! "Terry, could you...?" she paused "I'd... really like something sleeveless, if you can find something." She went back into the cubicle and put the next set of clothes on. When Joy came out of the dressing room, Terry had three different dresses for her to try. One was red with a matching wrap, one was black, and the third was dark but with a faint floral design. All three were sleeveless, and all three looked soft, feminine, and very alluring. "Any of these strike your fancy? Or do you want to try all three?" She eyed the new outfit Joy was modeling. "It definately needs jewelry, and I do like the other one better." "I think the other one was much better, so that's a definite then!" Joy agreed. "Now what you you have here? They are gorgeous. Oh I think I need to try them all." This was like being in a sweet shop, so many colours, so much gorgeousness. She took them, and skipped into the changing room, excited like a little kid. The first one was a rich coral silk sheath dress. It shimmered with interwoven hues of color, in one direction more red, turned again more pinky-orange, the fabric had texture and felt great. It had quite a square neckline, and a zip up the back, with a little kick pleat. The matching wrap was sheer organza, with a lacy edge. She felt almost scared to try it on, it was mouth wateringly lovely. But she overcame her fear and climbed into it, pulling up the zip, with a little contortioning. She looked in the mirror, imagining sitting at dinner, her hair put up, with pretty shoes, and felt special. Her arms were exposed, and they looked smooth and free of the scars she'd inflicted upon herself. She left the changing room, and seeing Terry waiting there patiently, hugged her spontaneously, as tears sprang into her eyes. "Thank you. I love it. Whatever the others are like I'm definitely having this one. Of course if the others are this lovely I might have to have more than one!" Terry smiled as she felt Joy's pleasure wash over her. "It is beautiful on you," she agreed. "We'll get you some shoes to go with it, and the proper lingerie, of course." She winked. "Why don't you try the others, and keep this one with the black and gray? We can also look for another blouse to go with that skirt so you'll have two outfits there as well." "That's good for me." Joy twirled around in front of the mirror again, not really wanting to take the dress off. She tried half a dozen different positions to have the wrap, and stood for a second looking at the back view, wondering if Jethro would like it. If he didn't she might just have to leave him. It was the prettiest garment she'd ever owned, or been about to own, to be pedantic. She didn't want to keep Terry waiting and so with some regret she went back inside and took the dress off. She hung it back up, and took the next one off the hanger. This one was black, with a silk ribbon around the waist, ending in a bow. Inside there was a lining, with a filmy skirt over it, with lots of tiny pleats. It ended below the knee. When she did up the zip at the back and looked the neckline was higher, rounded, and her breasts looked much bigger, even though they were completely covered. When she twirled round this time there was a very satisfying rustle as the outer skirt moved over the lining. She felt very tall in it, even though it covered her knees. It felt like a million dollars, and incredibly sophisticated. She wasn't sure whether she justified such a frock. Well Terry would give her an unbiased opinion, so she went back out. She gave her a questioning look. "What do you think?" "I like it," Terry said once she'd gotten a good look, "but I like the other one better. Still, I get the feeling you'll be going out a lot, and you don't want to wear the same dress all the time. Why don't you try on the last one, and then we can get shoes and lingere?" "I might have to work my way up to this one." she twirled around again, "but it does make a lovely noise! You know I have no idea how much I'll be going out. I'm not sure that Jethro does dates. You said you'd never known him have anyone in his life, and he said it had been a long time." She lowered her voice, her cheeks a little pink, feeling guilty for prying, but she really needed to know, and he'd not exactly been forthcoming about his life. "Have you any idea how long?" Terry shook her head. "Not a clue. I know he's really old. At least three hundred. I think it may have been a hundred years or more, but I'm not positive. I know there was another woman, but when he changed....when he accepted the Covenant, I mean...she didn't. That may have been most of it, or there may have been something else that I don't know about. He doesn't talk about his past with any of us. I can feel how he feels about you, though. You'll be going out a lot, trust me." She grinned and winked. Joy didn't know whether to be pleased or scared again. The idea that someone felt something so strongly for her that they would change the whole way they behaved was in many ways absolutely terrifying, but it made her feel incredibly special, and she held onto the sensation, her eyes sparkling. "I hope so, after all I'm going to have to justify blowing my pay on clothes!" She sashayed back into the changing room feeling the skirt rustling, and put on the final dress. This was much paler, with a swirly kind of print, in pale blues and greys. The waist was dropped to somewhere round her hips, and the hem dipped downwards at the back. The neckline draped across her cleavage, she peered into the mirror. This one felt like she was a 1950s film starlet. She skipped back out to where Terry was, wanting to be running down a mountain singing like Julie Andrews. "I feel like I need to be sitting in a sports car with the wind in my hair, and a pair of tortoiseshell sunglasses. What do you think?" Terry laughed. "Definately! Although, with who you're currently seeing, the sunglasses won't be needed. I like it, though. I like the first one and this one best, if you're picking two. Of course, if you want to go for all three, they're all nice. How do you feel about them?" "I agree, they are all lovely. I'm not sure I won't be terrified to wear any of them though." Joy opened the door to the changing room and looked at the price tags for them all, quickly doing some mental arithmetic. The coral dress was on sale, and so was the one she had on! She could afford to buy all of them, and the skirt and blouse, and pay the whole of her credit card bill if she spent no more money... on anything... but they still had shoes and underwear and night-things, and new leathers to buy. She'd never not paid off her whole bill in a month, and consequently had a huge credit limit. She could just pay half of it, and then pay the other half next month, but that would mean allowing for a bill to go unpaid, assuming she would be around for another month, letting the future happen. She swallowed hard, feeling a prickle of apprehension. She unhooked the black frock and held it back up against herself, and looked in the mirror again. She imagined swishing around, and the sound of the skirt as Jethro held her in his arms. She laughed self conciously, "Talk about Jethro changing his behaviour, I think I'm just going to blow my entire budgetary strategy and buy them all. To hell with being sensible." She blushed furiously and started pulling the wooden hangers off the hooks, wanting to take them before she had chance to rethink. -- "At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." Rose Macaulay From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Oct 11 02:06:04 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy] In-Reply-To: <20041007095441.69733.qmail@web53110.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20041011010604.20795.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: > Natalia settled next to Gabe, her sword swung > around to rest across her lap. It didn't stay in > the jacket neatly when she was seated like this, and > she wasn't overly concerned about it being hidden > while in the car. She grinned up at Gabe, muttering > mischieviously. "Just make sure you're sharp on > your toes. The last time he gave me directions > there was a sudden turn that wasn't mentioned until > we were almost in the river." >"Of course, what Natalia has failed to mention was that last time I had taken that route the river had been low and the ford was easy to cross," Gabe shot Natalia a playful look, "and I still say that coach would have made it across it you had been willing to try."<< "Don't worry," Meg said with a grin. "I've got GPS, so all I had to do was pull up the address and I'll get exact directions. No rivers to ford on THIS trip!" > Sal looked back toward Gabe. > "Lemme get this straight though, we're goin' after > some lycans what killed a familly. Them kiddies in > HQ being the survivors ?" Her face hardened, if > there was one thing both sides of Sal agreed on, > it was where the lines were drawn, even for lycans, > and wiping out famillies was way outside her idea > of just plan fun. >>Gabe looked at Sal, "One lycan we think, we got the rest of the pack when we rescued Sam and Michael and yes, they were the only two survivors. Sam had the house wired up for video, re-running the tapes it looks like they came through the front door, took out the father in one hit, split up for the mother and sister. Sam was locked in his room, thankfully the insurance company had stipulated a serious security system for that one because of the amount of computer equipment he had in there. Michael would have been killed too, probably was in a way, but he had obviously fought back hard enough to end up with lycan blood in his own wounds and they could not have finished him off properly. He turned and healed rather than laying down and dying. I think coming in to his change fighting is part of why the wolf is so strong in him." Gabe realised that he was moving from the point, "anyway, tonight we see if we can find the last lycan and finish the job." His tone held little doubt of his views on how to finish it.<< "Well, looks like we'll get our chance," Meg growled. "We're here." She pulled in the driveway of the house Gabe and Natalia had seen, and fought in, a few nights before. "How do we want to handle this, Cap? Stick together, or split up and take the upstairs and downstairs separately? And, does this place have a basement?" Wendy shot out of Sal's shirt, breathing hard. She gave the house an appraising eye. "I think we should stick together," she announced. "This place gives me the wiggins!" Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Oct 11 02:11:43 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <100720042005.9593.4165A1A1000A030F000025792200735834970A9D 0 E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20041011011143.25607.qmail@web40527.mail.yahoo.com> jenarey@comcast.net wrote: >>Still the swooshing of the wind around their ears made speech hard so he used telepathy instead. ~I'm gonna swoop over the old sight of the Peacefull Sleep, and see what we can see.~ he sent to her. The more they did this flying thing the easier it came and Marie found herself breathing easy. It was amusing to find herself a Lois Lane type figure, though she was never even going to THINK the lame love song that had come with that movie. She nodded as she caught his thoughts. ~Likely a good place to start...then see what else is going on in the big city.~<< As they come closer to the warehouse that formerly housed Roxanne's nightclub, they could see the door was wide open. There was only one person visible. When they are close enough, they can see that he appears to be a middle-aged man, thin and gangly, with auburn hair and intense green eyes. He notices the pair flying overhead but pays no attention to them. From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Oct 11 03:22:52 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041011022252.55417.qmail@web40524.mail.yahoo.com> queenortart wrote: >>"Well we got back from Europe about a week ago, it's good to be home. Just thought I'd drop in and see how everyone is. " Frances wasn't sure how to say that she was bored out of her skull, it had taken two days to open the house back up, take the contents of their luggage to the dry cleaners, or put through the washing machine. She'd missed Aldrik horribly, not just because he would normally have done all the menial work, but for his conversation. Grace had become increasingly taciturn as they had returned to New York. She'd caught up on her correspondance, been to see her lawyer and thank him for looking after things in her absence, written cheques for the bills, telephoned a few acquaintances, and then sat looking at the four walls, and wondered what she was possibly going to do with her time. "Muse? You mean Miss Lebowski, the chef? You dark horse Ratso...."<< "Yeah, well...I never knew she liked me til recently. She's da greatest!" His face was slightly red, but he was beaming with pride. Tag From ajventer at gmail.com Mon Oct 11 07:06:13 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy] In-Reply-To: <20041011010604.20795.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041007095441.69733.qmail@web53110.mail.yahoo.com> <20041011010604.20795.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04101023063f5933b0@mail.gmail.com> > "Well, looks like we'll get our chance," Meg growled. "We're here." > > She pulled in the driveway of the house Gabe and Natalia had seen, and fought in, a few nights before. "How do we want to handle this, Cap? Stick together, or split up and take the upstairs and downstairs separately? And, does this place have a basement?" > > Wendy shot out of Sal's shirt, breathing hard. She gave the house an appraising eye. "I think we should stick together," she announced. "This place gives me the wiggins!" > Sal grinned at her. In her eyes burned the flame of a deep-seated hatred. "Don't worry kiddo - stick with me... if push comes to shove, somebody will have to learn just why exactly you're supposed to make love instead of war... wars get people killed." tag From ajventer at gmail.com Mon Oct 11 07:08:45 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <20041011011143.25607.qmail@web40527.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041011011143.25607.qmail@web40527.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04101023082d515b88@mail.gmail.com> On Sun, 10 Oct 2004 18:11:43 -0700 (PDT), Kathy Perkins wrote: > jenarey@comcast.net wrote: > >>Still the swooshing of the wind around their ears made speech hard so he used telepathy instead. ~I'm gonna swoop over the old sight of the Peacefull Sleep, and see what we can see.~ he sent to her. > > The more they did this flying thing the easier it came and Marie found herself breathing easy. It was amusing to find herself a Lois Lane type figure, though she was never even going to THINK the lame love song that had come with that movie. She nodded as she caught his thoughts. ~Likely a good place to start...then see what else is going on in the big city.~<< > > As they come closer to the warehouse that formerly housed Roxanne's nightclub, they could see the door was wide open. There was only one person visible. When they are close enough, they can see that he appears to be a middle-aged man, thin and gangly, with auburn hair and intense green eyes. He notices the pair flying overhead but pays no attention to them. > Morganis' mind reached out to Marie. "He saw us, yet he didn't react... that is unusual to say the least... whoever that guy down there is... he isn't surprized to see flying people, we'd better go check it out no ?" 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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Mon Oct 11 11:29:13 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) In-Reply-To: <20041011022252.55417.qmail@web40524.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041011022252.55417.qmail@web40524.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > "Muse? You mean Miss Lebowski, the chef? You dark horse Ratso...."<< > > "Yeah, well...I never knew she liked me til recently. She's da greatest!" His face was slightly red, but he was beaming with pride. "I am so pleased for you, for both of you." She laughed then, thrilled to see all these young people finding happiness. "Has the Commander been putting something in the water? It might as well be spring, autumn is the wrong time of year for so many romances? Next thing you'll be telling me he and Gabe have both given up batchelorhood." She laughed again, such a notion was unheard of! Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Oct 11 13:24:50 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041011122450.7834.qmail@web40524.mail.yahoo.com> queenortart wrote: >>"I am so pleased for you, for both of you." She laughed then, thrilled to see all these young people finding happiness. "Has the Commander been putting something in the water? It might as well be spring, autumn is the wrong time of year for so many romances? Next thing you'll be telling me he and Gabe have both given up batchelorhood." She laughed again, such a notion was unheard of! << "Funny you should mention dat..." Ratso told her about the mystery lady in Gabe's life, as well as what little he knew of the commander's romance. "Don' tell him I tole you, though, ok? I don' want him gettin' mad at me or nothin'." Tag From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Oct 11 15:41:39 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: <200410111641.39309.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > " Her feet are very badly blistered, and she looks like she's been > sleeping outside. She said she'd been working at a place called the > Masquerade, and her boss wasn't a very nice person. I think she said > she'd been under a spell and that no one could see her. I thought you > might want to talk to her once she's freshened up a bit." > > She was mortified at the thought the doctor might think she was some > kind of street person, and had she smelt horrid when she arrived? That > was awful... She dived back inside the shower room, her heart > pounding, wondering what on earth she was going to do? > > If these people wouldn't help her, she had no idea what to do, or > where to go. She leant against the wall, and slid down it, unable to > stay on her feet, because they hurt. A tear rolled down her cheek, and > she wiped it away with the back of her hand. Victoria was still in > there, if she was still alive. She had to do something - but what? Sullivan looked thoughtfull. "mmmm" Was all he said. He waited a long moment before speaking again. "Well this is not a shelter for lost young girls, as honourable as such a devotion is, it is the domain of other charities. That said however, if there is magic involved, then it may be moving into our domain. I'll have to talk to her and find out what the full story is to see if we can help her, or at least point her toward someone who can. There is no call to throw her out either after all." tag -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.net/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Mon Oct 11 16:47:00 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: <20041004035528.12026.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041004035528.12026.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > Miranda's food arrived shortly after she finished her shower -- hot chicken soup, wheat toast with butter and jam, and a steaming cup of hot chocolate. There was a pot of Irish Breakfast tea, too, for Jessie. "Thank you so much!" she said to the waiter. > > "Not at all, ma'am." He slipped out of the infirmary as quietly as he'd entered. > > "Miranda, the food's here whenever you're ready," Jessie called in the direction of the shower. Miranda heard Jessie call, and tried to pull herself together. Her cheeks were burning in shame and mortification. Her father had always said she would come to a bad end, and it seemed like he'd been right. How had she come to this? All she'd ever wanted was a career and somewhere to call her own, and by dint of chosing the wrong job interview to go to she was homeless, penniless, and jobless. At least she was still alive, and hopefully so was Victoria. A bit of her was beginning to wish that she'd just stayed there. Sitting here on the floor wasn't going to solve anything, she told herself, and she took a deep breath and pushed herself up, she was strong, she could do this. She took the handkerchief with the trinket that Vi had given her, and the few dollars in it, and tucked it inside the shoes. Then she pushed the door open and went back into the infirmary, rather timidly, carrying the shoes in one hand. Tag From queenortart at gmail.com Mon Oct 11 17:11:54 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) In-Reply-To: <20041011122450.7834.qmail@web40524.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041011122450.7834.qmail@web40524.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > "Funny you should mention dat..." Ratso told her about the mystery lady in Gabe's life, as well as what little he knew of the commander's romance. > > "Don' tell him I tole you, though, ok? I don' want him gettin' mad at me or nothin'." Once she'd picked her jaw up off the table, Frances shook her head in amazement. "Well, stranger things have been known to happen, I guess. Don't worry I wouldn't dream of spilling the beans." "So what else has been going on? How come you've finally ended up putting the elevator in?" Tag From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 11 20:29:39 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] Message-ID: <101120041929.13782.416ADF23000A3B15000035D62200745672970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Morganis' mind reached out to Marie. "He saw us, yet he didn't react... that is unusual to say the least... whoever that guy down there is... he isn't surprized to see flying people, we'd better go check it out no ?" Marie nodded, looking down at the guy, or at least where he'd been. ~We need to be careful. If he's not surprised that may mean the warehouse is full of folks and there's just the two of us.~ Not that she was scared, but she liked to remain aware of the odds and preferred it when they were in her favor. From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 11 20:32:16 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy] Message-ID: <101120041932.3426.416ADFC00008968700000D622200750330970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> Sal grinned at her. In her eyes burned the flame of a deep-seated hatred. "Don't worry kiddo - stick with me... if push comes to shove, somebody will have to learn just why exactly you're supposed to make love instead of war... wars get people killed." As one of the two that had been here before and knew just what had happened within the walls of the house Natalia remained relatively calm, just a little burst of adreneline that made her run her thumb along the catch of her sword. "Calm down, all three of you." Her tone was even and steady. "We don't want to be jumping at shadows." From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Oct 11 22:44:35 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy] In-Reply-To: <101120041932.3426.416ADFC00008968700000D622200750330970A9D 0 E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20041011214435.46111.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> > As one of the two that had been here before and knew > just what had happened within the walls of the house > Natalia remained relatively calm, just a little > burst of adreneline that made her run her thumb > along the catch of her sword. "Calm down, all three > of you." Her tone was even and steady. "We don't > want to be jumping at shadows." Gabe reached across between the seats, "that is right, there should not be anything to suprise us there, this is just a fact finding mission. Clean up have gone with a standard story, family emergency, everyone out of town, they will announce a car accident in a few weeks time to explain the disappearances, so keep that in mind if we do get asked questions, we can be posting something on as a favour. It should be an empty house though." ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Oct 12 07:14:18 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <101120041929.13782.416ADF23000A3B15000035D62200745672970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> References: <101120041929.13782.416ADF23000A3B15000035D62200745672970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <200410120814.18934.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > > Marie nodded, looking down at the guy, or at least where he'd been. ~We > need to be careful. If he's not surprised that may mean the warehouse is > full of folks and there's just the two of us.~ Not that she was scared, > but she liked to remain aware of the odds and preferred it when they were > in her favor. He nodded. ~Makes sense yeah, I'm gonna land us a little bit away from him, stick close to me until we know what's going on, that way if we suddenly find ourselves in trouble we got an escape route straight up, and can at least regroup...~ With that he slowly descended, taking care to land on the sidewalk far from any doors or windows, about twenty meters from the man in the door way. "Good sir, how goes it tonight ?" he called out with that particularly Morganis version of galantry. tag -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.net/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Oct 12 07:17:38 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: References: <20041004035528.12026.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200410120817.38836.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > Miranda heard Jessie call, and tried to pull herself together. Her > cheeks were burning in shame and mortification. Her father had always > said she would come to a bad end, and it seemed like he'd been right. > How had she come to this? All she'd ever wanted was a career and > somewhere to call her own, and by dint of chosing the wrong job > interview to go to she was homeless, penniless, and jobless. At least > she was still alive, and hopefully so was Victoria. A bit of her was > beginning to wish that she'd just stayed there. > > Sitting here on the floor wasn't going to solve anything, she told > herself, and she took a deep breath and pushed herself up, she was > strong, she could do this. > > She took the handkerchief with the trinket that Vi had given her, and > the few dollars in it, and tucked it inside the shoes. Then she pushed > the door open and went back into the infirmary, rather timidly, > carrying the shoes in one hand. Sullivan gave her an appraising look for a moment, but it was followed by a soft smile. "Sit down young lady, have a bite to eat, and perhaps you can tell us what brings you to our humble abode tonight." he said his voice filled with reassurance and acceptance. tag -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.net/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Oct 12 07:26:46 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Stephanie, Callum] In-Reply-To: References: <822953940456948660@unknownmsgid> <7f39e5bc0409142132319dc4db@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <200410120826.46193.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > He wasn't expecting it to involve tramping around a woodland in the > dark, in the mud, in October, with some mine, which blew people's legs > off. Well preferably zombies' legs off. > > "Right, shall we get this show on the road then Captain? I'll just get > my jacket." > > He ran up the stairs two at a time, and collected his barbour and his > cherry scarf. There was a nip in the air, and he really didn't want to > freeze his... get chilled to the bone. > When Callum returned Jay was waiting for him, a knapsack over his shoulder. Inside was the package Stephanie had prepared for them. Several impact-explosion mines. Once primed they would burst where they land, and take the legs of anything in the blast radius. He nodded at Callum, and led the way down to his Chevrolet, which was finally repaired, and spun it onto the interstate to New Jersey. It felt good to feel the familiar V8 in front of him, feel it's power as he throttled, and he opened it up quite a bit more than usual, mostly to see how well the repair job had been done, but also for the relaxing effect of a 130mph wind in your hair. He knew exactly where to go, after all it had been his case long ago. Eventually he took the dirt road into the woods, slowing down considerably to spare the shocks and tires. "Well Callum, what are your thoughts on this guy ?" tag -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.net/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Oct 12 11:47:11 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: <200410120817.38836.ajventer@direqlearn.org> References: <20041004035528.12026.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> <200410120817.38836.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: > Sullivan gave her an appraising look for a moment, but it was followed by a soft smile. "Sit down young lady, have a bite to eat, and perhaps you can tell us what brings you to our humble abode tonight." he said his voice filled with reassurance and acceptance.> It was another vampire. Where the hell had Victoria sent her? Talk about out of the frying pan and into the fire, if she hadn't been so cold, she'd think she'd landed in a very warm place indeed. She glanced down at her hands and saw they were shaking, and she had no pockets to put them in. Maybe they would think she was still freezing. "Hello," she said quietly. She crossed back to the bed, and climbed up, wrapping herself back in the blanket. She wondered where to put the shoes, remembering her Grannie saying that you should never put new shoes on a table, and placed them beside her on the bed. She swallowed hard, it was very important to her that they knew she'd just been unlucky, and not stupid, and not living on the street. She was still incredibly embarrassed, but she had to get past that now. Vi must know what she was talking about, she wouldn't have sent her here for nothing, or to get eaten, would she? Her face registered every passing emotion, as she went from scared to hopeful to frightened, to embarrassed and finally to resolute, and she spoke very quietly, almost whispering, Connon shouted at her if she talked too loudly, and she'd kind of lost the habit. "I'm Miranda Green, I'm a graduate in Business Administration from the Sy Sms school at Stern College for Women. Up until..." she pulled her arm out from under the blanket and glanced at her watch, "...about about 14 hours ago I was PA for Lord Connon at the Masquerade. I ran away last night and walked here, across the city, in those horrible shoes, to ask you for help. He's going to kill lots of people in some kind of sacrifice, and someone has to stop him. And my friend Victoria is still there..." She looked at both of them, biting her lip, not knowing what to say next. Tag -- "At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." Rose Macaulay From ajventer at gmail.com Tue Oct 12 13:21:49 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: References: <20041004035528.12026.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> <200410120817.38836.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04101205212ce89a84@mail.gmail.com> > > Sullivan gave her an appraising look for a moment, but it was followed by a soft smile. "Sit down young lady, have a bite to eat, and perhaps you can tell us what brings you to our humble abode tonight." he said his voice filled with reassurance and acceptance.> > > It was another vampire. Where the hell had Victoria sent her? Talk > about out of the frying pan and into the fire, if she hadn't been so > cold, she'd think she'd landed in a very warm place indeed. > > She glanced down at her hands and saw they were shaking, and she had > no pockets to put them in. Maybe they would think she was still > freezing. > > "Hello," she said quietly. > > She crossed back to the bed, and climbed up, wrapping herself back in > the blanket. She wondered where to put the shoes, remembering her > Grannie saying that you should never put new shoes on a table, and > placed them beside her on the bed. > > She swallowed hard, it was very important to her that they knew she'd > just been unlucky, and not stupid, and not living on the street. She > was still incredibly embarrassed, but she had to get past that now. Vi > must know what she was talking about, she wouldn't have sent her here > for nothing, or to get eaten, would she? Her face registered every > passing emotion, as she went from scared to hopeful to frightened, to > embarrassed and finally to resolute, and she spoke very quietly, > almost whispering, Connon shouted at her if she talked too loudly, and > she'd kind of lost the habit. > > "I'm Miranda Green, I'm a graduate in Business Administration from the > Sy Sms school at Stern College for Women. Up until..." she pulled her > arm out from under the blanket and glanced at her watch, "...about > about 14 hours ago I was PA for Lord Connon at the Masquerade. I ran > away last night and walked here, across the city, in those horrible > shoes, to ask you for help. He's going to kill lots of people in some > kind of sacrifice, and someone has to stop him. And my friend Victoria > is still there..." > > She looked at both of them, biting her lip, not knowing what to say next. Sullivan looked at her softly. He had seen the flicker of recognition in her eyes, brief as it was. He had been doing this for a long time after all. "This Connon is a vampire right ?" he said rather than asked. He swore in his mind. Ritual sacrifice ? Not another one. As if the world didn't have enough problems they had to deal with cultistic vampires as well. They were becoming a practical plague in the city. Kincaid, now this Connon. But she had called him "Lord"... that was a hint, most young vampires didn't assume titles, it was a habit usually only found among those vampires that were around during the days of the aristocracy. Of course with the cultists you couldn't be sure of anything, and 'lord' could also be a religious title. Nevertheless the warning sign was there, this may be an elder. "Where is the masquerade young lady ? We had better get some people over there ASAP." tag OOC: The only patroller's who don't have a plot yet are Evan and Damien, I had something planned for them, but I can still use them here. So it would be ideal if the masquerade could phase shit into their beat, unless there is a really important reason to put it somewhere else. -- "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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Oct 12 13:48:17 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04101205212ce89a84@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20041012124817.39377.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: > > Sullivan gave her an appraising look for a moment, but it was followed by a soft smile. "Sit down young lady, have a bite to eat, and perhaps you can tell us what brings you to our humble abode tonight." he said his voice filled with reassurance and acceptance.> > > It was another vampire. Where the hell had Victoria sent her? Talk > about out of the frying pan and into the fire, if she hadn't been so > cold, she'd think she'd landed in a very warm place indeed. > > She glanced down at her hands and saw they were shaking, and she had > no pockets to put them in. Maybe they would think she was still > freezing. > > "Hello," she said quietly. > > She crossed back to the bed, and climbed up, wrapping herself back in > the blanket. She wondered where to put the shoes, remembering her > Grannie saying that you should never put new shoes on a table, and > placed them beside her on the bed. > > She swallowed hard, it was very important to her that they knew she'd > just been unlucky, and not stupid, and not living on the street. She > was still incredibly embarrassed, but she had to get past that now. Vi > must know what she was talking about, she wouldn't have sent her here > for nothing, or to get eaten, would she? Her face registered every > passing emotion, as she went from scared to hopeful to frightened, to > embarrassed and finally to resolute, and she spoke very quietly, > almost whispering, Connon shouted at her if she talked too loudly, and > she'd kind of lost the habit. > > "I'm Miranda Green, I'm a graduate in Business Administration from the > Sy Sms school at Stern College for Women. Up until..." she pulled her > arm out from under the blanket and glanced at her watch, "...about > about 14 hours ago I was PA for Lord Connon at the Masquerade. I ran > away last night and walked here, across the city, in those horrible > shoes, to ask you for help. He's going to kill lots of people in some > kind of sacrifice, and someone has to stop him. And my friend Victoria > is still there..." > > She looked at both of them, biting her lip, not knowing what to say next. Jessie gasped. The memory of that night with Kenny, that last, horrible night, came unbidden into her mind. "Oh, my!" Her eyes teared a little. >Sullivan looked at her softly. He had seen the flicker of recognition in her eyes, brief as it was. He had been doing this for a long time after all. "This Connon is a vampire right ?" he said rather than asked. He swore in his mind. Ritual sacrifice ? Not another one. As if the world didn't have enough problems they had to deal with cultistic vampires as well. They were becoming a practical plague in the city. Kincaid, now this Connon. But she had called him "Lord"... that was a hint, most young vampires didn't assume titles, it was a habit usually only found among those vampires that were around during the days of the aristocracy. Of course with the cultists you couldn't be sure of anything, and 'lord' could also be a religious title. Nevertheless the warning sign was there, this may be an elder. "Where is the masquerade young lady ? We had better get some people over there ASAP."<< "Yes, we have to," Jessie murmured. "If there's anything you need from me..." She knew there was nothing she could do, but she had to offer. tag OOC: The only patroller's who don't have a plot yet are Evan and Damien, I had something planned for them, but I can still use them here. So it would be ideal if the masquerade could phase shit into their beat, unless there is a really important reason to put it somewhere else. -- "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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za _______________________________________________ GOTC mailing list GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Oct 12 13:52:23 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041012125223.13205.qmail@web40506.mail.yahoo.com> queenortart wrote: >>Once she'd picked her jaw up off the table, Frances shook her head in amazement. "Well, stranger things have been known to happen, I guess. Don't worry I wouldn't dream of spilling the beans." "So what else has been going on? How come you've finally ended up putting the elevator in?"<< "Dat was da doc's idea," Ratso said. "We was havin' ta haul hurt people up to da infirmary, an' she thought dat was takin' too much time. It's not like I hadn't thought of it before, it's just when I do, it's close ta da full moon, den I forget again." He looked anxiously in the direction of the kitchen, waiting for a glimpse of Muse. Tag Frances, Muse From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Oct 12 13:53:21 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: <20041012124817.39377.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> References: <7f39e5bc04101205212ce89a84@mail.gmail.com> <20041012124817.39377.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: OOC - I am not sure what Connon is. Have just asked Jena, I'll reply once I know. It's expected that the sacrifice is going to go down in a couple of days time... 8-) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Oct 12 13:54:41 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy] In-Reply-To: <20041011214435.46111.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20041012125441.25902.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: > As one of the two that had been here before and knew > just what had happened within the walls of the house > Natalia remained relatively calm, just a little > burst of adreneline that made her run her thumb > along the catch of her sword. "Calm down, all three > of you." Her tone was even and steady. "We don't > want to be jumping at shadows." >Gabe reached across between the seats, "that is right, there should not be anything to suprise us there, this is just a fact finding mission. Clean up have gone with a standard story, family emergency, everyone out of town, they will announce a car accident in a few weeks time to explain the disappearances, so keep that in mind if we do get asked questions, we can be posting something on as a favour. It should be an empty house though."< "Only one way to find out," Meg said. She got out of the car, then poked her head back inside. "Anyone care to join me?" Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Oct 12 13:59:42 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <200410120814.18934.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20041012125942.40165.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: > > Marie nodded, looking down at the guy, or at least where he'd been. ~We > need to be careful. If he's not surprised that may mean the warehouse is > full of folks and there's just the two of us.~ Not that she was scared, > but she liked to remain aware of the odds and preferred it when they were > in her favor. He nodded. ~Makes sense yeah, I'm gonna land us a little bit away from him, stick close to me until we know what's going on, that way if we suddenly find ourselves in trouble we got an escape route straight up, and can at least regroup...~ With that he slowly descended, taking care to land on the sidewalk far from any doors or windows, about twenty meters from the man in the door way. "Good sir, how goes it tonight ?" he called out with that particularly Morganis version of galantry.<< The man had been sweeping the sidewalk before Morganis approached. Now he stopped and leaned on his broom. He looked the vampire up and down casually, then replied, "All right, I reckon. How're you this evenin'?" He made no comment about Morganis's manner of speaking at all. Tag From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Oct 12 14:06:14 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy] In-Reply-To: <20041012125441.25902.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041012125441.25902.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200410121506.14934.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > >Gabe reached across between the seats, "that is right, > > there should not be anything to suprise us there, this > is just a fact finding mission. Clean up have gone > with a standard story, family emergency, everyone out > of town, they will announce a car accident in a few > weeks time to explain the disappearances, so keep that > in mind if we do get asked questions, we can be > posting something on as a favour. It should be an > empty house though."< > > "Only one way to find out," Meg said. She got out of the car, then poked > her head back inside. "Anyone care to join me?" > Sal stepped out as well. "I'm with you, we're more than 24 hours late after all, two noses will be better than one." This was probably the closest Sal had ever come to admitting that she may not be able to do something entirely on her own. Something was coming over her in this place. She could smell the scent of human blood and fear and sweat. There had been a cleanup crew, and it was at least a day later... there must have been a lot for her to still pick up the scent. It was driving the labrador side of her wild with protective rage... and Sal was almost overcome by it. She had to fight the urge to turn right there, not yet, keep the dog in check, hold it back... let it out when the time comes. There is nothing that fights as dirty as a dog protecting it's master. For the life of her Sal couldn't figure out how the strangers who had died here could be 'masters' to the labby, but the dog was not hearing any arguments. Of course the answer was simple, although she could not see it. The strangers were already dead. They were safe to be loyal to, as they were unable to betray that loyalty. In her head she spoke to the lab side of herself. "Very well, we'll chase the bad guys who bit the 'masters' - but you can just give up if you think I'm gonna bow down to wolf-kid back in the office. Lay down, maybe, bow-down - never." She pulled her head back, flicking her purple hair out behind her and out of her face. A resolute expression formed on her features. "Well, we goin' or what ?" tags -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.net/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Oct 12 15:08:40 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: <20041012125223.13205.qmail@web40506.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041012125223.13205.qmail@web40506.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > "Dat was da doc's idea," Ratso said. "We was havin' ta haul hurt people up to da infirmary, an' she thought dat was takin' too much time. It's not like I hadn't thought of it before, it's just when I do, it's close ta da full moon, den I forget again." > > He looked anxiously in the direction of the kitchen, waiting for a glimpse of Muse. "Well I'm glad someone is keeping you focused. I'm looking forward to seeing her, and everyone else. Oh I have a small gift for you by the way, from London." She reached into her handbag, and gave him a small item wrapped in a Fortnum and Mason's bag. -- "At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." Rose Macaulay From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Oct 12 16:48:17 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: <20041012124817.39377.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> References: <7f39e5bc04101205212ce89a84@mail.gmail.com> <20041012124817.39377.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > >Sullivan looked at her softly. He had seen the flicker of recognition > in her eyes, brief as it was. > He had been doing this for a long time after all. > "This Connon is a vampire right ?" he said rather than asked. Miranda shook her head. "I don't think so, he's some sort of sorceror. But he's got lots of vampire friends." > He swore in his mind. Ritual sacrifice ? Not another one. As if the > world didn't have enough problems they had to deal with cultistic > vampires as well. They were becoming a practical plague in the city. > Kincaid, now this Connon. > But she had called him "Lord"... that was a hint, most young vampires > didn't assume titles, > it was a habit usually only found among those vampires that were > around during the days > of the aristocracy. Of course with the cultists you couldn't be sure > of anything, and 'lord' could also be a religious title. Nevertheless > the warning sign was there, this may be an elder. > > "Where is the masquerade young lady ? We had better get some people > over there ASAP."<< "It's a club, over on the westside," she gave him the street address. "There are lots of Vampires and Werethingies who go there. They eat people." she looked really scared again then, and glanced across at the doctor. "I'm not 100% certain what's going on, asking questions made him angry" she pointed to her cheek, her hand shaking more than before, "but I'm pretty certain whatever it is it's happening on Sunday. I saw and heard things working in the office." > "Yes, we have to," Jessie murmured. "If there's anything you need from me..." She knew there was nothing she could do, but she had to offer. Miranda kept looking at her, she looked safe, at least a lot safer than the vampire. "My friend, Victoria, she's the one that got me out, please make sure she's alright, if Connon hasn't hurt her already..." she gulped loudly, suprising herself with the noise, and looked round for a tissue to cover her sudden rush of emotion. "He needs her though, for it all to happen I think...." > OOC: Jena - any other comments on where it is? All I know is that it took her all that time to get there, going through Central Park. From ajventer at gmail.com Tue Oct 12 17:48:52 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: References: <7f39e5bc04101205212ce89a84@mail.gmail.com> <20041012124817.39377.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc041012094811c6fd9e@mail.gmail.com> > "It's a club, over on the westside," she gave him the street address. > "There are lots of Vampires and Werethingies who go there. They eat > people." she looked really scared again then, and glanced across at > the doctor. "I'm not 100% certain what's going on, asking questions > made him angry" she pointed to her cheek, her hand shaking more than > before, "but I'm pretty certain whatever it is it's happening on > Sunday. I saw and heard things working in the office." > > > "Yes, we have to," Jessie murmured. "If there's anything you need from me..." She knew there was nothing she could do, but she had to offer. > > Miranda kept looking at her, she looked safe, at least a lot safer > than the vampire. > > "My friend, Victoria, she's the one that got me out, please make sure > she's alright, if Connon hasn't hurt her already..." she gulped > loudly, suprising herself with the noise, and looked round for a > tissue to cover her sudden rush of emotion. "He needs her though, for > it all to happen I think...." > Sullivan nodded softly. So Connon wasn't the vampire himself, but he clearly knew them. That at least was interesting. "We have a patrol team in the area, I'll have them go by the place and check it out, if your story checks out, we'll shut the place down now, before this ritual can happen, from your words I would say we'd have all the cause we need already." He smiled at her, "and don't worry, I'll tell them to keep a special look out for your friend Victoria, if you could provide a description that would make it much easier." 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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Oct 13 00:15:29 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc041012094811c6fd9e@mail.gmail.com> References: <7f39e5bc04101205212ce89a84@mail.gmail.com> <20041012124817.39377.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> <7f39e5bc041012094811c6fd9e@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > Sullivan nodded softly. So Connon wasn't the vampire himself, but he > clearly knew them. > That at least was interesting. > "We have a patrol team in the area, I'll have them go by the place and > check it out, if your story checks out, we'll shut the place down now, > before this ritual can happen, from your words I would say we'd have > all the cause we need already." Miranda blushed, her gaze returning to him. She whispered "It's not a story, it's the truth. Why would I walk halfway across the city, why would I make this up? I have nothing, but the clothes I came in with, and this." she brandished the handkerchief. The few bills and the charm fell out onto her lap. "I've left everything behind... everything." > He smiled at her, "and don't worry, I'll tell them to keep a special > look out for your > friend Victoria, if you could provide a description that would make it > much easier." His words seemed to calm her a little, she sighed deeply. "She's really tall, and wears very expensive clothes, and very high heels, they make her look even taller, and her hair is sort of red, and really well cut. She's very pale, and she's got green eyes. She always wears earrings and a sort of wide necklace. It's sort of like a collar. But they need to be careful." she gasped and looked at him properly. "There's always lots of vampires there, inside the club, and werewolves and stuff." Tag From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Oct 13 07:08:33 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: References: <7f39e5bc04101205212ce89a84@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc041012094811c6fd9e@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <200410130808.33664.ajventer@direqlearn.org> OOC: In this particular case that interjection wasn't too nice, now I have to pre-interrupt my character :/ > Miranda blushed, her gaze returning to him. She whispered "It's not a > story, it's the truth. Why would I walk halfway across the city, why > would I make this up? I have nothing, but the clothes I came in with, > and this." she brandished the handkerchief. The few bills and the > charm fell out onto her lap. "I've left everything behind... > everything." Sullivan looked at her with some pity. "I wasn't trying to doubt or offend you, but we are an organization of justice, we uphold a law, by force if needed. That means we cannot take anybody's word on things, we have to have proof first. > > > He smiled at her, "and don't worry, I'll tell them to keep a special > > look out for your > > friend Victoria, if you could provide a description that would make it > > much easier." > > His words seemed to calm her a little, she sighed deeply. > > "She's really tall, and wears very expensive clothes, and very high > heels, they make her look even taller, and her hair is sort of red, > and really well cut. She's very pale, and she's got green eyes. She > always wears earrings and a sort of wide necklace. It's sort of like a > collar. But they need to be careful." she gasped and looked at him > properly. "There's always lots of vampires there, inside the club, and > werewolves and stuff." > Now Sullivan grinned widely. "The same goes for this building, and most of the clubs in this city in fact. Trust me, we know how to handle that. The question is only whether these vampires and wherewolves follow the law. What you are describing is decidedly outside our law, and must be stopped, that is what the guardians do. I'll pass Victoria's description on to the patrol team. Now why don't you get some rest, and I'll get the word out right away. The very least we can offer you is a bed and a food for a few days." tag -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.net/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Oct 13 12:04:05 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: <200410130808.33664.ajventer@direqlearn.org> References: <7f39e5bc04101205212ce89a84@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc041012094811c6fd9e@mail.gmail.com> <200410130808.33664.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: > OOC: In this particular case that interjection wasn't too nice, now I have to pre-interrupt my character :/ OOC - sorry - I did fiddle with it for about half an hour trying not to do that, but I couldn't avoid it. Had to work with what you gave me Hon! > Now Sullivan grinned widely. "The same goes for this building, and most of the > clubs in this city in fact. Trust me, we know how to handle that. The > question is only whether these vampires and wherewolves follow the law. What > you are describing is decidedly outside our law, and must be stopped, that is > what the guardians do. I'll pass Victoria's description on to the patrol > team. Now why don't you get some rest, and I'll get the word out right away. > The very least we can offer you is a bed and a food for a few days." "Thank you" she said quietly, her brain was trying to get to grips with the idea that there were lots of vampires and werewolves here in this building, and in the rest of the city. She wondered, not for the first time how exactly she'd ended up here, and where on earth she was going to go next. She'd run out of places to be. Seemed like nowhere was safe. She looked at the doctor again for reassurance. -- "At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." Rose Macaulay From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Oct 14 04:31:07 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041014033107.21155.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> queenortart wrote: >>"Well I'm glad someone is keeping you focused. I'm looking forward to seeing her, and everyone else. Oh I have a small gift for you by the way, from London." She reached into her handbag, and gave him a small item wrapped in a Fortnum and Mason's bag.<< Ratso took the bag politely, then began to tear into it. "A surprise, for me! Geez, what is it?" He sniffed to see if it was edible. Tag :) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Oct 14 04:42:08 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041014034208.88476.qmail@web40525.mail.yahoo.com> queenortart wrote: > Now Sullivan grinned widely. "The same goes for this building, and most of the > clubs in this city in fact. Trust me, we know how to handle that. The > question is only whether these vampires and wherewolves follow the law. What > you are describing is decidedly outside our law, and must be stopped, that is > what the guardians do. I'll pass Victoria's description on to the patrol > team. Now why don't you get some rest, and I'll get the word out right away. > The very least we can offer you is a bed and a food for a few days." >>"Thank you" she said quietly, her brain was trying to get to grips with the idea that there were lots of vampires and werewolves here in this building, and in the rest of the city. She wondered, not for the first time how exactly she'd ended up here, and where on earth she was going to go next. She'd run out of places to be. Seemed like nowhere was safe. She looked at the doctor again for reassurance. << Jessie smiled. "It'll be all right, Miranda," she said in her soft drawl. "The vampires and werewolves here have sworn to uphold the Covenant. Have you ever heard anyone mention it at the club?" Tag From jenarey at comcast.net Thu Oct 14 05:37:37 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso Message-ID: <101420040437.14756.416E0290000F2074000039A42200734830970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> > Ratso took the bag politely, then began to tear into it. "A surprise, for me! Geez, what is it?" He sniffed to see if it was edible. Back in the kitchen Muse was being pushed out the door with a full tray by Phillip. She squeaked, still dressed in an apron with flour on her hands. "Phillip! I don't understand why..." The door closed with the waiter smirking behind it and Muse sighed, making her way towards the table. She set the tray down before she even realized who was there, busy grumbling about the weird people she worked with. She blinked slowly and blushed. "Frances! Ratso...oh...I didn't realize." From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Thu Oct 14 13:05:56 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy] In-Reply-To: <20041012125441.25902.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20041014120556.18138.qmail@web25707.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > "Only one way to find out," Meg said. She got out > of the car, then poked her head back inside. > "Anyone care to join me?" Gabe got out of the car, giving the neighbourhood an appraising look. Everything seemed quiet enough. The house was dark, apparently empty. Dipping his hand in to his pocket he pulled out a couple of keys on a non-descript ring and calling in low tones to Meg, "here, for the new door clean-up put in," through them over to her. "You and Sal go first, I would not like to mess up any fresh scent." [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From queenortart at gmail.com Thu Oct 14 20:52:24 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: <20041014034208.88476.qmail@web40525.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041014034208.88476.qmail@web40525.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > Jessie smiled. "It'll be all right, Miranda," she said in her soft drawl. "The vampires and werewolves here have sworn to uphold the Covenant. Have you ever heard anyone mention it at the club?" "Yes," she looked a little calmer, after the doctor spoke "the vampires talked about it quite a lot. They didn't really buy into the whole thing, they thought it would stop them from taking blood from people, they do this kind of mojo thing..." she looked down, her brow furrowing, thinking about how Vic had put the spell on her, that had been some kind of mojo thing too she guessed, was that something that wasn't allowed, should she not have mentioned that? Get past it, talk about the vampires again, that was much safer. She knew they were bad; that one was easy. "And they talked about the Guardians being do-gooder, cow drinkers..." she glanced at the vampire then looking worried again "Do you... do you really drink cow blood?" -- "At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." Rose Macaulay From queenortart at gmail.com Thu Oct 14 21:40:16 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: <7584034244637795199@unknownmsgid> References: <7584034244637795199@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: > > Ratso took the bag politely, then began to tear into it. "A surprise, for me! Geez, what is it?" He sniffed to see if it was edible. "I hope you'll like it, it's Scottish shortbread. There's traditional, Chocolate and Orange, and one made with Oatmeal in there." She had had a lovely day at Fortnum's choosing gifts, remembering how she and Aldrik had been there when she was a little girl to buy Christmas gifts. They had gone to the Fountain Restaurant for tea in his case and orange squash in hers. Surrounded by beautiful murals on the wall they ate scones, with strawberry jam, which was more berries than jam, and she had had a knickerbocker glory, which was the most spectacular icecream, with raspberries and pineapple, unheard of to a six year old in mid war Britain. > Back in the kitchen Muse was being pushed out the door with a full tray by Phillip. She squeaked, still dressed in an apron with flour on her hands. "Phillip! I don't understand why..." The door closed with the waiter smirking behind it and Muse sighed, making her way towards the table. She set the tray down before she even realized who was there, busy grumbling about the weird people she worked with. She blinked slowly and blushed. "Frances! Ratso...oh...I didn't realize." "Muse!" Frances' face lit up. "I am so pleased to see you, I've just been hearing the news. Oh I've got something for you in here as well, since it's present time." She rummaged around in her bag, pulling out a round fabric box, tied with satin ribbon bearing the F & M logo, and smelling of chocolate. "I hope you'll enjoy them." -- "At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." Rose Macaulay From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Oct 15 04:37:56 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy] In-Reply-To: <20041014120556.18138.qmail@web25707.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20041015033756.61556.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>Gabe got out of the car, giving the neighbourhood an appraising look. Everything seemed quiet enough. The house was dark, apparently empty. Dipping his hand in to his pocket he pulled out a couple of keys on a non-descript ring and calling in low tones to Meg, "here, for the new door clean-up put in," through them over to her. "You and Sal go first, I would not like to mess up any fresh scent."<< "You got it." Meg put the key in the lock, then spoke a little louder for the benefit of nosy neighbors. "I'll feed the goldfish, you two water the plants, ok?" She opened the door and stepped inside. The smell of blood and death was overwhelming! She could feel her hands starting to transform, but she fought it. "Sal, you've probably got a little better control than I do at this point. Take a whiff, would you? We're looking for weres, mostly. But the blood, it...it's too much." She stepped back outside for a minute, until she could control herself again. Tag From ajventer at gmail.com Fri Oct 15 05:10:01 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: References: <20041014034208.88476.qmail@web40525.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0410142110e950594@mail.gmail.com> On Thu, 14 Oct 2004 20:52:24 +0100, queenortart wrote: > > Jessie smiled. "It'll be all right, Miranda," she said in her soft drawl. "The vampires and werewolves here have sworn to uphold the Covenant. Have you ever heard anyone mention it at the club?" > > "Yes," she looked a little calmer, after the doctor spoke "the > vampires talked about it quite a lot. They didn't really buy into the > whole thing, they thought it would stop them from taking blood from > people, they do this kind of mojo thing..." she looked down, her brow > furrowing, thinking about how Vic had put the spell on her, that had > been some kind of mojo thing too she guessed, was that something that > wasn't allowed, should she not have mentioned that? Get past it, talk > about the vampires again, that was much safer. She knew they were bad; > that one was easy. > > "And they talked about the Guardians being do-gooder, cow > drinkers..." she glanced at the vampire then looking worried again "Do > you... do you really drink cow blood?" Sullivan couldn't resist. "Actually I prefer bull's blood, it's just got that extra bit of tang from the testosterone." he said with a big grin. Then he got serious "What you mean to ask is, do I drink human blood, and the answer is no. However it is not forbidden by the covenant, any several of the vampires here do it. There is a rule though that it is only allowable if the human in question donates this blood completely voluntarilly, no threats, no mind-control. Some people do, for whatever reasons. There are humans who fall in love with vampires for example. There are also blood banks that are friendly to the covenant and donate some stock to those who keep it, but nobody here would ever drink blood that was not given freely, and I mean free as in by free choice." He looked softly at her. "So you see the vampires there were quite wrong on all accounts. The covenant does not keep one from getting human blood, I made that decision myself, but it imposes rules about how that blood is to be obtained - rules that ensure the humans involved have the basic dignities and respect they deserve. By the same token, no werewolve who follows the covenant would attack a human." 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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at gmail.com Fri Oct 15 05:19:32 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy] In-Reply-To: <20041015033756.61556.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041014120556.18138.qmail@web25707.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> <20041015033756.61556.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04101421192eb1ecc9@mail.gmail.com> On Thu, 14 Oct 2004 20:37:56 -0700 (PDT), Kathy Perkins wrote: > Mik Reed wrote: > >>Gabe got out of the car, giving the neighbourhood an > appraising look. Everything seemed quiet enough. The > house was dark, apparently empty. > > Dipping his hand in to his pocket he pulled out a > couple of keys on a non-descript ring and calling in > low tones to Meg, "here, for the new door clean-up put > in," through them over to her. "You and Sal go first, > I would not like to mess up any fresh scent."<< > > "You got it." Meg put the key in the lock, then spoke a little louder for the benefit of nosy neighbors. "I'll feed the goldfish, you two water the plants, ok?" > > She opened the door and stepped inside. The smell of blood and death was overwhelming! She could feel her hands starting to transform, but she fought it. "Sal, you've probably got a little better control than I do at this point. Take a whiff, would you? We're looking for weres, mostly. But the blood, it...it's too much." > > She stepped back outside for a minute, until she could control herself again. > Sal nodded simly, there was a dark fire behind her pupils, such as they had not seen before. She stepped inside without a word. The blood did not make her hungry, that was a wolf trait, dogs got something very different from human blood - they got angry. "We've got at least four different wolves who were in here, maybe a fifth - but he is very mixed up with one of the boys and not very strong, I'm guessing that's the one who turned during the whole fuckup." She said over her shoulder. "You'll never pick out the right trail in here, where did our runner exit ? We'll get his scent there, and then we just follow 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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Oct 15 13:36:10 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041015123610.73895.qmail@web40522.mail.yahoo.com> queenortart wrote: >>"I hope you'll like it, it's Scottish shortbread. There's traditional, Chocolate and Orange, and one made with Oatmeal in there." She had had a lovely day at Fortnum's choosing gifts, remembering how she and Aldrik had been there when she was a little girl to buy Christmas gifts. They had gone to the Fountain Restaurant for tea in his case and orange squash in hers. Surrounded by beautiful murals on the wall they ate scones, with strawberry jam, which was more berries than jam, and she had had a knickerbocker glory, which was the most spectacular icecream, with raspberries and pineapple, unheard of to a six year old in mid war Britain.<< Ratso grinned. "Dey smell great! I love shortbread. Tanks for tinkin' of me, Frannie." He opened the packet and took a bite of the orange shortbread. He rolled his eyes. "Deeeelicious!" > Back in the kitchen Muse was being pushed out the door with a full tray by Phillip. She squeaked, still dressed in an apron with flour on her hands. "Phillip! I don't understand why..." The door closed with the waiter smirking behind it and Muse sighed, making her way towards the table. She set the tray down before she even realized who was there, busy grumbling about the weird people she worked with. She blinked slowly and blushed. "Frances! Ratso...oh...I didn't realize." "Muse!" Frances' face lit up. "I am so pleased to see you, I've just been hearing the news. Oh I've got something for you in here as well, since it's present time." She rummaged around in her bag, pulling out a round fabric box, tied with satin ribbon bearing the F & M logo, and smelling of chocolate. "I hope you'll enjoy them."<< "You got a minute, Muse? Why doncha siddown? I just wanted Frannie ta see da most beautiful woman in da entire woild." He couldn't take his eyes off her. Even with flour on her hands and her hair in disarray, she was gorgeous. He took his napkin and used it to wipe a smudge of white powder off her nose. From queenortart at gmail.com Sun Oct 17 12:49:37 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc0410142110e950594@mail.gmail.com> References: <20041014034208.88476.qmail@web40525.mail.yahoo.com> <7f39e5bc0410142110e950594@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > Sullivan couldn't resist. > "Actually I prefer bull's blood, it's just got that extra bit of tang > from the testosterone." he > said with a big grin. Then he got serious "What you mean to ask is, do > I drink human blood, and the answer is no. However it is not forbidden > by the covenant, any several of the vampires here do it. There is a > rule though that it is only allowable if the human in question > donates this blood completely voluntarilly, no threats, no > mind-control. Some people do, > for whatever reasons. There are humans who fall in love with vampires > for example. There > are also blood banks that are friendly to the covenant and donate some > stock to those > who keep it, but nobody here would ever drink blood that was not given > freely, and I mean free as in by free choice." > > He looked softly at her. "So you see the vampires there were quite > wrong on all accounts. > The covenant does not keep one from getting human blood, I made that > decision myself, > but it imposes rules about how that blood is to be obtained - rules > that ensure the humans > involved have the basic dignities and respect they deserve. By the > same token, no werewolve who follows the covenant would attack a > human." Miranda's relief was palpable. She didn't know why, but she wanted to trust these people. "So no-one is going to take blood off me again here?" She looked at the vampire hopefully. -- "At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." Rose Macaulay From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Oct 18 07:47:11 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: References: <7f39e5bc0410142110e950594@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <200410180847.11711.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > > He looked softly at her. "So you see the vampires there were quite > > wrong on all accounts. > > The covenant does not keep one from getting human blood, I made that > > decision myself, > > but it imposes rules about how that blood is to be obtained - rules > > that ensure the humans > > involved have the basic dignities and respect they deserve. By the > > same token, no werewolve who follows the covenant would attack a > > human." > > Miranda's relief was palpable. She didn't know why, but she wanted to > trust these people. "So no-one is going to take blood off me again > here?" > > She looked at the vampire hopefully. "Not here. You may in time wish to give it to someone, but nobody here will ever take it from you. It's a cardinal rule, and if you think we're bad to the guys out there who break the rules - there is no mercy for one in here who betrays us." His face hardened, as if he was swallowing away a painful memory. "Very well then, let me get on the radio and get the boys out to have a look a the place. Doctor once you are satisfied with our young visitors health, please ask staff to treat her with all the hospitality we can offer our guests, with my compliments." tag -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.net/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Mon Oct 18 11:59:18 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: <200410180847.11711.ajventer@direqlearn.org> References: <7f39e5bc0410142110e950594@mail.gmail.com> <200410180847.11711.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: > "Not here. You may in time wish to give it to someone, but nobody here will > ever take it from you. It's a cardinal rule, and if you think we're bad to > the guys out there who break the rules - there is no mercy for one in here > who betrays us." His face hardened, as if he was swallowing away a painful > memory. > "Very well then, let me get on the radio and get the boys out to have a look a > the place. Doctor once you are satisfied with our young visitors health, > please ask staff to treat her with all the hospitality we can offer our > guests, with my compliments." Miranda couldn't imagine that she would ever ever want a vampire to drink blood from her again. However the sincerity of his tone gave her the reassurance she needed. "Thank you." she smiled a tiny smile at him, and snuggled further into the blanket. Her hand reached out for the hot chocolate, and whilst it still trembled a little she was no longer shaking like the proverbial leaf. From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Oct 18 13:34:15 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041018123415.91226.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> queenortart wrote: > "Not here. You may in time wish to give it to someone, but nobody here will > ever take it from you. It's a cardinal rule, and if you think we're bad to > the guys out there who break the rules - there is no mercy for one in here > who betrays us." His face hardened, as if he was swallowing away a painful > memory. > "Very well then, let me get on the radio and get the boys out to have a look a > the place. Doctor once you are satisfied with our young visitors health, > please ask staff to treat her with all the hospitality we can offer our > guests, with my compliments." >>Miranda couldn't imagine that she would ever ever want a vampire to drink blood from her again. However the sincerity of his tone gave her the reassurance she needed. "Thank you." she smiled a tiny smile at him, and snuggled further into the blanket. Her hand reached out for the hot chocolate, and whilst it still trembled a little she was no longer shaking like the proverbial leaf.<< "I think she's doing better already," Jessie said with a small smile. "Thank you for coming to talk to her. Rest, tonight, will be best. Then we can get her situated in one of the guest rooms in the morning." She hesitated, then said, "Please get someone to check on that...that place right away, won't you? I'm worried now, about Miranda's friend." She turned back to Miranda then. "How long has it been since a vampire fed off you? It it was recent, I'll need to check and see if you need a transfusion." Tag From queenortart at gmail.com Mon Oct 18 19:48:26 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: <20041018123415.91226.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041018123415.91226.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > "I think she's doing better already," Jessie said with a small smile. "Thank you for coming to talk to her. Rest, tonight, will be best. Then we can get her situated in one of the guest rooms in the morning." > > She hesitated, then said, "Please get someone to check on that...that place right away, won't you? I'm worried now, about Miranda's friend." > > She turned back to Miranda then. "How long has it been since a vampire fed off you? It it was recent, I'll need to check and see if you need a transfusion." Miranda pulled back the shoulder of the scrub but the angle was such that she couldn't see if there was still a mark there. "There were two of them, on Monday. I went to look up something in the archive store for Lord Connon, and they were hungry I guess." she seemed to shrink inwards and looked very frightened again. "I had my head in the filing cabinet, and they crept up behind me. I didn't hear them coming. One of them tapped me on the shoulder, and I dropped the file with all the papers on the floor." she sounded rather breathless, her mind replaying the chase. "I tried to get away from them but there were two of them. To start with every time I turned a corner in the storeroom one of them was there. They were enjoying it, playing with me, I hit one of them with the fire extinguisher and I nearly got to the door, they were still behind me, making me think I'd managed to get far enough ahead to get away but then they came out from the sides and one of them held me." She remembered wanting to scream, whilst the dark haired one ran his fingers down her cheek, and played with her hair, he had been about a foot taller than her, and she'd desperately tried to look at the ground, remembering Victoria's advice, before he'd taken hold of her chin. She'd thought he was going to kiss her, and she had been terrified of what they would do to her, whether they would rape her. She'd thought then that rape would be the worst thing they could do. She had been wrong. He had held her in a tight embrace, his arms crushing her to him, her breasts squashed up against his chest painfully. Her breath had been shallow and rasping, unable to expand her chest. Then he'd managed to catch her eye. She'd felt herself falling into his eyes, as his mind probed hers. He'd plundered her thoughts, pulling out her hopes and dreams, extracting her fears, and then used them against her. His hand reached round and stroked her breast, with the back of his fingers. "A sweet little Virgin eh? Oh I like that" his voice had been mocking. "Virginal blood tastes so much better." She had been mortified, feeling herself respond to his touch, against her will, whilst her stomach tied in knots. She had found herself reaching up undoing the buttons of her blouse, unable to stop herself, although she was desperately trying to fight against it. She'd pulled it back; showing herself to him, it seemed however he wasn't all that interested in her body, just in gaining better access to her circulatory system. "He made me expose my neck so that he could bite me" She had arched towards him, unable to avoid his unspoken commands, and then his fangs brushed against her flesh. She'd let out a small involuntary sob, slumping against him, her body unable to support its own weight. "Then he bit me, and it was..." she wanted to say how it was wonderful, the sense of connection, feeling all the parts of her body tingling, hearing the blood rushing and her heart beating. In that moment she'd felt that he'd loved her, was bound to her, linked to her in a way no lover had ever known. "...disconcerting." "Then when he had drunk what he wanted, the second one drank from me." The blonde one had sneered at his companion. "Mind tricks, that's like drinking decaf coffee, I prefer my food au naturale." The blonde had spun her around, whilst her first attacker had propped her up against him, his arms wrapped around her breasts, holding her more like a drowning woman than a lover's embrace now. She'd felt him hard against her bottom, her blood arousing him. She'd prayed for this to end, for them not to hurt her any more. This time there had been pain, as his fangs sank into her, and she'd whimpered, trying to draw back from him, but that had just pushed her closer to the vampire holding her. There was nowhere she could go. She'd felt the force of his lips and his throat muscles drawing the blood from her veins. "Nice and fresh, just how I like it, struggle all you like, I like my food to move a bit. Nothing worse than a limp piece of meat" He'd crushed her arms in his hands, the supernatural strength bruising her. The pain had been extraordinary, and she'd felt the lifeblood draining from her. Once he'd drunk a taster from her neck the vampire had moved back, licking a trickle of blood from her skin, then moved his hands to her skirt, pushing it over her thighs. He'd knelt in front of her, and sunk his teeth into her femoral vein, grasping her bottom for leverage, and began to drink deeply. She'd not thought it could get any worse, until the vampire had grasped her cotton underwear pushing his hands inside it, feeling her bare buttocks. She'd lost the plot completely then, screaming, pleading for them to leave her alone. The vampires had both started to laugh at her. A trickle of urine had run down her leg, as she'd lost all control, and the vampire squirmed away from her. "Urgh, you stupid dirty little bitch." He'd tossed her across the room then, like a stripped chicken bone and she'd felt a wave of mortification and shame as she'd laid in a crumpled heap. The blood and urine had mingled on her thigh where he'd ripped his fangs away from her. "I was just a piece of meat to them." Miranda whispered looked at Jessie hoping she would understand the awfulness of the whole encounter, without hearing all the facts, there were some things that she just couldn't share with them. Tag From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 18 20:08:29 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso Message-ID: <101820041908.25558.417414AD00023C2C000063D62200734830970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> "Muse!" Frances' face lit up. "I am so pleased to see you, I've just been hearing the news. Oh I've got something for you in here as well, since it's present time." She rummaged around in her bag, pulling out a round fabric box, tied with satin ribbon bearing the F & M logo, and smelling of chocolate. "I hope you'll enjoy them." "Oh!" She took the box, the smell wonderful to her sensitive nose. Good chocolate was one of Muse's favorite things. The kind with lots of milk and good quality beans, not the silly waxy stuff that so many places used. "But...but...i don't have anything for you!" > "You got a minute, Muse? Why doncha siddown? I just wanted Frannie ta see da > most beautiful woman in da entire woild." He couldn't take his eyes off her. Even with flour on her hands and her hair in disarray, she was gorgeous. He took his napkin and used it to wipe a smudge of white powder off her nose. She blushed as he both complimented her and helped with the powdered sugar mess that she knew she was. "Well...maybe just for a minute..." She looked up at Frances. "If that's okay?" From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 18 20:13:16 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy] Message-ID: <101820041913.22200.417415CA000D2095000056B82200750330970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> > "We've got at least four different wolves who were in here, maybe a > fifth - but he is very mixed up with one of the boys and not very > strong, I'm guessing that's the one who turned during the whole > fuckup." She said over her shoulder. > "You'll never pick out the right trail in here, where did our runner > exit ? We'll get his scent there, and then we just follow him." Natalia followed to where Gabe was after giving the neighborhood a cursory one over. Nothing seemed out of place, which she was just as glad for. Not running immediately into a fight always made her feel better. She heard Sal's voice, tilting her head to one side before offering. "The back bedroom. You may be able to find it outside more easily than inside." She kept her tone and words rather nondescript and vague, just on the off chance that someone nosy did listen, though she doubted it. The neighbors had apparently been blind and deaf the night this family had died. From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 18 20:25:45 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] Message-ID: <101820041925.25409.417418B800087B78000063412200750784970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> "Good sir, how goes it tonight ?" he called out with that particularly Morganis version of galantry. The man had been sweeping the sidewalk before Morganis approached. Now he stopped and leaned on his broom. He looked the vampire up and down casually, then replied, "All right, I reckon. How're you this evenin'?" He made no comment about Morganis's manner of speaking at all. As nice as it was to be in Mogan's arms Marie moved away once they'd landed to give them both space to move and to draw weapons. If it was necessary. She was quiet a moment as Morganis made first content, a little smile touching her lips at the formality of the language. "It's a pretty night, which is a good thing. Yourself?" From queenortart at gmail.com Mon Oct 18 21:11:29 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: <7574046562897074138@unknownmsgid> References: <7574046562897074138@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: > "Muse!" Frances' face lit up. "I am so pleased to see you, I've just been hearing the news. Oh I've got something for you in here as well, since it's present time." She rummaged around in her bag, pulling out a round fabric box, tied with satin ribbon bearing the F & M logo, and smelling of chocolate. "I hope you'll enjoy them." > > "Oh!" She took the box, the smell wonderful to her sensitive nose. Good chocolate was one of Muse's favorite things. The kind with lots of milk and good quality beans, not the silly waxy stuff that so many places used. "But...but...i don't have anything for you!" "Muse my dear woman, I've been away for six months, I wanted to bring you a gift from London, I know you love chocolate. Please enjoy it, I don't expect anything in return except your pleasure." > > > "You got a minute, Muse? Why doncha siddown? I just wanted Frannie ta see da > > most beautiful woman in da entire woild." He couldn't take his eyes off her. Even with flour on her hands and her hair in disarray, she was gorgeous. He took his napkin and used it to wipe a smudge of white powder off her nose. > > She blushed as he both complimented her and helped with the powdered sugar mess that she knew she was. "Well...maybe just for a minute..." She looked up at Frances. "If that's okay?" "Please come and join us Muse, tell me how you are. Seems like you and Ratso are getting on like a house on fire?" She looked across at the chef, not wanting to embarrase her, but he'd brought the subject into the open. She ought to at least acknowledge it. Tag From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 18 21:32:04 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso Message-ID: <101820042032.12828.41742843000C61DD0000321C2200750784970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> She blushed as he both complimented her and helped with the powdered sugar mess that she knew she was. "Well...maybe just for a minute..." She looked up at Frances. "If that's okay?" "Please come and join us Muse, tell me how you are. Seems like you and Ratso are getting on like a house on fire?" She looked across at the chef, not wanting to embarrase her, but he'd brought the subject into the open. She ought to at least acknowledge it. "Like a house on..." Muse paused, the meaning of what Frances was saying hitting her. "Oh..." The blush intensified and she settled into a chair near Ratso. "Yes...er..." She looked to Ratso, then down at her hands, then back. "Yeah." From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 18 22:18:08 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A painful tango... Message-ID: <101820042118.23560.4174330F0009462400005C082200737478970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> The upper floors of the Masquerade were alive with light and sound, people and supernatural beings mingling and merging as easily as ocean water playing over the shore. Alcohol flowed freely, sweat glistening on bodies as they moved across the dancefloor or writhed in the much more intimate settings of the curtained booths. Vicent looked down over the mass of his growing empire with a smug smile before turning back to the man that had joined him. "Well Gerrad...I must admit your proposal amuses me. Please...do go on." Gerrad nodded, his nose wrinkling at the thick scents in the air. "Of course...though what about your partner, Connon?" "He'll join us shortly. It seems his witchwoman was naughty, and he's correcting her." The words hung suspended in the air, followed by laughter. ----------------------- Victoria winced as Connon's foot connected with her ribs, breaking something inside and throwing her across the floor until the chains on her wrists and ankles jerked and pulled her back. He came to stand over her, his expression one of a disapproving father. He was all too aware of the blood that stained her skin and clothing, as well as the bruised and broken flesh and bone beneath and he took a certain pride in seeing how much abuse his witch could take these days. He leaned down, one hand morphed into the claw form of his part animal form, and grabbed her by her collared neck, raising her up until only the tips of her toes dragged against the ground. "Why do you make me do such things, my sweet Vickie? Have I not been everything to you? Did I not give you your live back when I found you in that orphanage? Have I not clothed you? Fed you? Been a father to you?" As he spoke his fingers closed tighter and she gasped, grabbing his wrist with one hand, the other unable to aid her due to her shoulder being wrenched out of joint. "Pl...plea...se..." She managed to stagger the word as her windpipe closed. Connon held her for another moment, watching as her skin began to pink from lack of breath. She didn't scream nor whimper, and wouldn't have even if she'd had the breath to do so, he knew it. Slowly his fingers eased and he caught her broken body in his arms, craddling her to his chest like a child. "There, there...enough is enough...I trust you will not act out again, my darling girl." He fished his cellphone out of one pocket, pressing a button and waiting until his aid appeared at the doorway. "Fetch the healer...I wish Victoria to be well enough to join me on the floor tonight." The aid didn't look at Victoria, not wanting to know what had happened to her this time. Instead he inclined his head, bowing deeply. "As my lord commands." From queenortart at gmail.com Mon Oct 18 23:39:10 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Stephanie, Callum] In-Reply-To: <200410120826.46193.ajventer@direqlearn.org> References: <822953940456948660@unknownmsgid> <7f39e5bc0409142132319dc4db@mail.gmail.com> <200410120826.46193.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: > He knew exactly where to go, after all it had been his case long ago. > Eventually he took the dirt road into the woods, slowing down considerably to > spare the shocks and tires. > "Well Callum, what are your thoughts on this guy ?" "Well" Callum paused for a second, drawing breath. He wondered how much Jay wanted to know, and then decided that wouldn't have asked if he wasn't prepared for the answer. "Let's start with Necromancy, it's often used as a form of divination, acquiring information by supernatural means. There some kind of formal or ritual part to it usually. Sometimes it has a religious context. Sometimes it's been used for comparatively trivial purposes. Finding out from a loved one the equivalent of where they left the car keys. "Anthropologists have observed some kind of divination as being practised in pretty much all religions and cultures, the Romans had Augurs for example. They were a caste of priests who interpreted natural phenomena to confirm what the Gods wanted that day, or what they were planning for the future. They used natural phenomena, or signs, included flights if birds, patterns in clouds and smoke, and markings on livers of sacrificial animals, since the liver was the central organ of the body at the time. But pretty much every society has its diviners. There were the Greek oracles, who gave really pretty useless information. You could make whatever you wanted from it, much like Nostradamus, or Mother Shipley, or Agnes Nutter." He grinned at Jay wondering if he would get the joke. "Anyway Necromancers are a specific group of diviners. The word comes from nekros 'dead' and manteia 'divination'. There's a subsidiary meaning derived from an alternative and archaic form of the word, nigromancy, from the word niger, which I'm sure you know is Black. The power is gained by using 'dark powers' and raising corpses. "There are many historical references to Necromancers. There was a Greek historian, geographer and philosopher called Strabo born about 63 BC, mostly famous for his Geographia, a 17-book work containing history and descriptions of people and places all over the world at the time. He talks about the Persians using necromancy as their principle form of divination. In Mesopotamia - particularly in Chaldea, which was in Lower Mesopotamia, on the Euphrates, it was used by particularly amongst the Sabeists or star-worshippers. "The Babylonian necromancers themselves were called Manzazuu or Sha'etemmu. The raised spirits in Babylon were called Etemmu. There's a lot about them in the texts. "Then of course there's the Greek underworld where Ulysses raises the spirits of the dead using spells which he had acquired from Circe. He was trying to invoke the shade of Tiresias, who was a blind prophet, and a priest of Zeus. As a young man he changed sex after he saw a pair of snakes mating and hit them with a stick. He was then a she and therefore became a priestess of Hera. Seven years passed and she saw a second pair of snakes and was changed back. Zeus and Hera asked him to tell them who had the best sex, Zeus claimed women did and Hera claimed men did. Tiresias said that Zeus was right so Hera struck him blind. Zeus gave him prophesy as a kind of consolation prize" Callum paused for a second trying to work out how he'd gone off at such a tangent. "Necromancy, yes Ulysses, anyway he failed to invoke him, couldn't do it by himself. "The bible - loads of references in there, Deuteronomy which is Devarim in Hebrew from the opening 'Eleh ha-devarim' which means these are the words, sorry my Hebrew pronunciation is a bit rusty, anyway it explicitly warns the Israelites against the Canaanite practice of divination from the dead. King Saul decided to ignore all the instructions, and went off to ask the Witch of Ednor, who called up a recently deceased prophet Samuel. Now the rub is that Saul had just got rid of all the necromancers and magicians from Israel, and was trying to talk to God in dreams, to find out how to get rid of the Philistines. God didn't seems to be listening, so old witchy Endor got Samuel out of his nice new grave. Samuel seemed a little miffed to be gotten up and refused to answer, and instead told him his days as king were numbered." He was really getting into his stride now... "Then what about Jesus raising Lazarus? And there's a whole lot of Norse stuff. And there's that story about the Monkey's paw - you know that story?" From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Oct 19 07:33:35 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <101820042118.23560.4174330F0009462400005C082200737478970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> References: <101820042118.23560.4174330F0009462400005C082200737478970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <200410190833.35436.ajventer@direqlearn.org> The commander walked briskly from the infirmary to the radio room, and tuned in on Evan and Damien's com badges. "Lance Constable Streicher, come in." "I gotcha boss-man" "That would be commander." "Yeah that too dude...erm commander." Sullivan shook his head and let it slide. "Is Donnahue still with you ?" "Yes sir, apparently driving this thing takes all his concentration." "Indeed...okay I got an assignment for you two, there is a club on the west side, called Masquerade, it's on your beat. We have a report of serious and repeated covenant breaches inside, apparently the place is frequented by vampires and lycans alike. Seems it's run by one Connon, a sourceror of some sort. Don't make any moves yet, if the report is true you will be severely outnumbered, just verify the report, and we'll move on them with a full-size and prepared squad. This is urgent because apparently there will be some sort of sacrifice ritual within the next few days. Also keep an eye out for a young woman named Victoria." Sullivan gave the description, "if she's there... do whatever you can to get her out alive." Damien replied. "Will do boss-man. Sounds like you can't miss her. Streicher out." Damien sat back in his seat and looked over at Evan. "You get all that ? Sounds bad." tag -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.net/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at gmail.com Tue Oct 19 18:13:21 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy] In-Reply-To: <4987937988690579130@unknownmsgid> References: <4987937988690579130@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc041019101373682946@mail.gmail.com> > > "We've got at least four different wolves who were in here, maybe a > > fifth - but he is very mixed up with one of the boys and not very > > strong, I'm guessing that's the one who turned during the whole > > fuckup." She said over her shoulder. > > "You'll never pick out the right trail in here, where did our runner > > exit ? We'll get his scent there, and then we just follow him." > > Natalia followed to where Gabe was after giving the neighborhood a cursory one over. Nothing seemed out of place, which she was just as glad for. Not running immediately into a fight always made her feel better. She heard Sal's voice, tilting her head to one side before offering. "The back bedroom. You may be able to find it outside more easily than inside." She kept her tone and words rather nondescript and vague, just on the off chance that someone nosy did listen, though she doubted it. The neighbors had apparently been blind and deaf the night this family had died. Sal nodded and headed to the back door, her nose twitching audibly as she scoured the air for scents. She found the grass shards where the wolf had jumped through the window, and his scent everywhere padding off. It was weakened by time - but a werewolf scent is strong it lasts a while, she could still follow it. "Guys, I got him, we goin' or what ?" she called 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. A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at gmail.com Tue Oct 19 18:28:20 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Stephanie, Callum] In-Reply-To: References: <822953940456948660@unknownmsgid> <7f39e5bc0409142132319dc4db@mail.gmail.com> <200410120826.46193.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04101910281d416ec6@mail.gmail.com> > He was really getting into his stride now... > > "Then what about Jesus raising Lazarus? And there's a whole lot of > Norse stuff. And there's that story about the Monkey's paw - you know > that story?" > > Jay looked at him with bafflement. "You utter geek" he said, but his voice dripped with admiration. "Actually I did that story when I was in the sixth grade so I know it yes. Well one version of it anyway. Now you think somewhere in all that book knowledge you just shared is a chapter on how to kill this guy ? " 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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Oct 20 00:24:08 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc041019101373682946@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20041019232408.57015.qmail@web40528.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: > > "We've got at least four different wolves who were in here, maybe a > > fifth - but he is very mixed up with one of the boys and not very > > strong, I'm guessing that's the one who turned during the whole > > fuckup." She said over her shoulder. > > "You'll never pick out the right trail in here, where did our runner > > exit ? We'll get his scent there, and then we just follow him." > > Natalia followed to where Gabe was after giving the neighborhood a cursory one over. Nothing seemed out of place, which she was just as glad for. Not running immediately into a fight always made her feel better. She heard Sal's voice, tilting her head to one side before offering. "The back bedroom. You may be able to find it outside more easily than inside." She kept her tone and words rather nondescript and vague, just on the off chance that someone nosy did listen, though she doubted it. The neighbors had apparently been blind and deaf the night this family had died. Sal nodded and headed to the back door, her nose twitching audibly as she scoured the air for scents. She found the grass shards where the wolf had jumped through the window, and his scent everywhere padding off. It was weakened by time - but a werewolf scent is strong it lasts a while, she could still follow it. "Guys, I got him, we goin' or what ?" she called out.<< Meg had gone in the direction Natalia had pointed. She, too, caught the wolf's scent. "I say let's go before we lose the scent entirely." She prepared to follow Sal, ready to back her up if she lost the scent. Wendy flew around Sal's head. "Let's go get him, girl!" She flew up into the trees to get a better view of their surroundings. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Oct 20 00:35:48 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041019233548.17451.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> queenortart wrote: >>Miranda pulled back the shoulder of the scrub but the angle was such that she couldn't see if there was still a mark there. "There were two of them, on Monday. I went to look up something in the archive store for Lord Connon, and they were hungry I guess." she seemed to shrink inwards and looked very frightened again. "I had my head in the filing cabinet, and they crept up behind me. I didn't hear them coming. One of them tapped me on the shoulder, and I dropped the file with all the papers on the floor." she sounded rather breathless, her mind replaying the chase. "I tried to get away from them but there were two of them. To start with every time I turned a corner in the storeroom one of them was there. They were enjoying it, playing with me, I hit one of them with the fire extinguisher and I nearly got to the door, they were still behind me, making me think I'd managed to get far enough ahead to get away but then they came out from the sides and one of them held me." She remembered wanting to scream, whilst the dark haired one ran his fingers down her cheek, and played with her hair, he had been about a foot taller than her, and she'd desperately tried to look at the ground, remembering Victoria's advice, before he'd taken hold of her chin. She'd thought he was going to kiss her, and she had been terrified of what they would do to her, whether they would rape her. She'd thought then that rape would be the worst thing they could do. She had been wrong. He had held her in a tight embrace, his arms crushing her to him, her breasts squashed up against his chest painfully. Her breath had been shallow and rasping, unable to expand her chest. Then he'd managed to catch her eye. She'd felt herself falling into his eyes, as his mind probed hers. He'd plundered her thoughts, pulling out her hopes and dreams, extracting her fears, and then used them against her. His hand reached round and stroked her breast, with the back of his fingers. "A sweet little Virgin eh? Oh I like that" his voice had been mocking. "Virginal blood tastes so much better." She had been mortified, feeling herself respond to his touch, against her will, whilst her stomach tied in knots. She had found herself reaching up undoing the buttons of her blouse, unable to stop herself, although she was desperately trying to fight against it. She'd pulled it back; showing herself to him, it seemed however he wasn't all that interested in her body, just in gaining better access to her circulatory system. "He made me expose my neck so that he could bite me" She had arched towards him, unable to avoid his unspoken commands, and then his fangs brushed against her flesh. She'd let out a small involuntary sob, slumping against him, her body unable to support its own weight. "Then he bit me, and it was..." she wanted to say how it was wonderful, the sense of connection, feeling all the parts of her body tingling, hearing the blood rushing and her heart beating. In that moment she'd felt that he'd loved her, was bound to her, linked to her in a way no lover had ever known. "...disconcerting." "Then when he had drunk what he wanted, the second one drank from me." The blonde one had sneered at his companion. "Mind tricks, that's like drinking decaf coffee, I prefer my food au naturale." The blonde had spun her around, whilst her first attacker had propped her up against him, his arms wrapped around her breasts, holding her more like a drowning woman than a lover's embrace now. She'd felt him hard against her bottom, her blood arousing him. She'd prayed for this to end, for them not to hurt her any more. This time there had been pain, as his fangs sank into her, and she'd whimpered, trying to draw back from him, but that had just pushed her closer to the vampire holding her. There was nowhere she could go. She'd felt the force of his lips and his throat muscles drawing the blood from her veins. "Nice and fresh, just how I like it, struggle all you like, I like my food to move a bit. Nothing worse than a limp piece of meat" He'd crushed her arms in his hands, the supernatural strength bruising her. The pain had been extraordinary, and she'd felt the lifeblood draining from her. Once he'd drunk a taster from her neck the vampire had moved back, licking a trickle of blood from her skin, then moved his hands to her skirt, pushing it over her thighs. He'd knelt in front of her, and sunk his teeth into her femoral vein, grasping her bottom for leverage, and began to drink deeply. She'd not thought it could get any worse, until the vampire had grasped her cotton underwear pushing his hands inside it, feeling her bare buttocks. She'd lost the plot completely then, screaming, pleading for them to leave her alone. The vampires had both started to laugh at her. A trickle of urine had run down her leg, as she'd lost all control, and the vampire squirmed away from her. "Urgh, you stupid dirty little bitch." He'd tossed her across the room then, like a stripped chicken bone and she'd felt a wave of mortification and shame as she'd laid in a crumpled heap. The blood and urine had mingled on her thigh where he'd ripped his fangs away from her. "I was just a piece of meat to them." Miranda whispered looked at Jessie hoping she would understand the awfulness of the whole encounter, without hearing all the facts, there were some things that she just couldn't share with them.<< Jessie's face hardened. "Bastards." She patted Miranda's hand. "You don't have to worry about that here. No one would dare do such a thing, not with Commander Sullivan here. I...I could have been in the same boat, or worse, if it hadn't been for the Guardians. My ex-husband was...he would have killed me, or turned me. The Guardians rescued me. You'll meet lots of people here who've had similar experiences." She wanted to just take Miranda in her arms and hold her, protect her as best she could, but she wasn't sure how the girl would handle that. Tag Tag _______________________________________________ GOTC mailing list GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Oct 20 00:42:47 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <101820041925.25409.417418B800087B78000063412200750784970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20041019234247.80189.qmail@web40525.mail.yahoo.com> jenarey@comcast.net wrote: >>"Good sir, how goes it tonight ?" he called out with that particularly Morganis version of galantry. The man had been sweeping the sidewalk before Morganis approached. Now he stopped and leaned on his broom. He looked the vampire up and down casually, then replied, "All right, I reckon. How're you this evenin'?" He made no comment about Morganis's manner of speaking at all. As nice as it was to be in Mogan's arms Marie moved away once they'd landed to give them both space to move and to draw weapons. If it was necessary. She was quiet a moment as Morganis made first content, a little smile touching her lips at the formality of the language. "It's a pretty night, which is a good thing. Yourself?"<< The man turned and gave Marie a sad smile. "Cain't complain too much," he replied. "Even if I did, wouldn't do me no good. Ya'll don't sound like you come from these parts. N'Awlens, if my ears ain't playin' tricks on me." The stranger's voice had an East Texas twang to it. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Oct 20 00:45:15 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: <101820042032.12828.41742843000C61DD0000321C2200750784970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20041019234515.52473.qmail@web40521.mail.yahoo.com> jenarey@comcast.net wrote: >>She blushed as he both complimented her and helped with the powdered sugar mess that she knew she was. "Well...maybe just for a minute..." She looked up at Frances. "If that's okay?" "Please come and join us Muse, tell me how you are. Seems like you and Ratso are getting on like a house on fire?" She looked across at the chef, not wanting to embarrase her, but he'd brought the subject into the open. She ought to at least acknowledge it. "Like a house on..." Muse paused, the meaning of what Frances was saying hitting her. "Oh..." The blush intensified and she settled into a chair near Ratso. "Yes...er..." She looked to Ratso, then down at her hands, then back. "Yeah."<< Ratso blushed a little, too. "Well, I like Muse a lot, but...I ain't rushin' her into nuttin'." He shyly took her hand. "I hope she feels da same way." Tag From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Oct 20 07:42:38 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <20041019234247.80189.qmail@web40525.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041019234247.80189.qmail@web40525.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200410200842.38857.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > > As nice as it was to be in Mogan's arms Marie moved away once they'd landed > to give them both space to move and to draw weapons. If it was necessary. > She was quiet a moment as Morganis made first content, a little smile > touching her lips at the formality of the language. "It's a pretty night, > which is a good thing. Yourself?"<< > > The man turned and gave Marie a sad smile. "Cain't complain too much," he > replied. "Even if I did, wouldn't do me no good. Ya'll don't sound like > you come from these parts. N'Awlens, if my ears ain't playin' tricks on > me." The stranger's voice had an East Texas twang to it. Morgan stiffened, there was something very disconcerting about the acuracy of the man's placement... almost as if he had already known. But he forced himself to relax, he needed more information before he did anything. No cause to show his concern yet. "Perhaps good sir, you can be of assistance to us... we seek the proprietor of the establishment that used to be run in this building, I do believe it was closed in rather a hurry... I suppose you could call us... debt collectors." In his head he thought. Debt collectors, yeah, Roxanne's ass was two-hundred years overdue. tag -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.net/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Oct 20 11:21:39 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: <20041019234515.52473.qmail@web40521.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041019234515.52473.qmail@web40521.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > "Like a house on..." Muse paused, the meaning of what Frances was saying hitting her. "Oh..." The blush intensified and she settled into a chair near Ratso. "Yes...er..." She looked to Ratso, then down at her hands, then back. "Yeah."<< > > Ratso blushed a little, too. "Well, I like Muse a lot, but...I ain't rushin' her into nuttin'." He shyly took her hand. "I hope she feels da same way." Frances thought that she really ought to shut up and say nothing, but that went against all her instincts. She opened her mouth and then shut it again with a small mumble. Reaching down she collected her bag off the floor and put it on her lap. "I guess I should leave you two alone, and stop being a meddling old bat - shouldn't I?" she said decisively From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Oct 20 11:41:40 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: <20041019233548.17451.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041019233548.17451.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > Jessie's face hardened. "Bastards." > > She patted Miranda's hand. "You don't have to worry about that here. No one would dare do such a thing, not with Commander Sullivan here. I...I could have been in the same boat, or worse, if it hadn't been for the Guardians. My ex-husband was...he would have killed me, or turned me. The Guardians rescued me. You'll meet lots of people here who've had similar experiences." > > She wanted to just take Miranda in her arms and hold her, protect her as best she could, but she wasn't sure how the girl would handle that. Miranda swallowed hard, "Thank you, thank you for everything. You've been very kind to me, and you don't even know me. You must have thought I was strange just turning up off the street, but I had nowhere else to go." Her eyes shone with tears, and embarrased she sniffed and chewed her lip, then tried to change the subject. "And I didn't finish doing the IRS forms before I left, all those people at the club are going to end with their tax all being wrong for this month." The mundanity of this really struck her hard, as she thought about her situation. No home, no job, no money, no shoes even, and if she told the IRS where she was, or went to the bank then Connon would find her. She didn't want to think about what would happen then. "I've...I've got nowhere else to go." she sobbed, her head dropping and her hair dangling down in front of her face. Tears fell onto the cloth of the scrubs creating small dark green circles of dampness. From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Oct 20 12:01:19 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Stephanie, Callum] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04101910281d416ec6@mail.gmail.com> References: <822953940456948660@unknownmsgid> <7f39e5bc0409142132319dc4db@mail.gmail.com> <200410120826.46193.ajventer@direqlearn.org> <7f39e5bc04101910281d416ec6@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > Jay looked at him with bafflement. "You utter geek" he said, but his > voice dripped with admiration. "Actually I did that story when I was > in the sixth grade so I know it yes. Well > one version of it anyway. Now you think somewhere in all that book > knowledge you just shared is a chapter on how to kill this guy ? " Callum didn't know whether to look pleased to be acknowledged as a complete geek, or disappointed to have failed to suggest something useful. "Well, it's a bit of a puzzler, that's for certain. I canna be sure where he gets the energy from you see. If he's getting it from inside then we just havta to get him to keep making zombies and destroying them, until he's run out of steam. Once he's exhausted then it should be a matter of using lethal force to stop him. But I suspect it's not that simple. He came out to New Jersey for a reason. This place is full of energy from the spirits of the dead souls who were killed her. If he's using that energy to fuel his reanimation then we need to get him somewhere there are no dead bodies, no spirits." He looked directly at Jay then and shrugged, "Place with no death is pretty much impossible to find. What we did confirm is that he can only control things in close proximity, the Golem fell apart as soon as he was far enough away. If we could get him reanimating, and then distract him with lots of people, and pull the zombies away from him then I canna help but think they'd fall apart, and that process would take some of his power. Best shot I've got for now. What do you reckon?" Tag From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Oct 20 13:08:12 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy] In-Reply-To: <20041019232408.57015.qmail@web40528.mail.yahoo.com> References: <7f39e5bc041019101373682946@mail.gmail.com> <20041019232408.57015.qmail@web40528.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: Gordie's heart was racing from his hiding place under a tarpaulin in the back of the garage. He'd darted in there when he heard the car pulling up outside. Maybe he should have run away then, maybe he shouldn't have come back there in the first place. His mind was a blur. The last two nights he'd had to go through the change by himself, from where he'd been hidden a couple of blocks away in a garden shed. He'd killed enough to eat, with an opportunistic strike on a couple neighbourhood cats, and had decimated some rabbit hutches. Each morning he'd woken to find himself naked and alone in human form. His nails were all broken and dirty and his body stained with blood. The rest of the guys hadn't shown up suddenly. Somewhere buried very deep was the knowledge that he was alone, and that the others were dead, but he didn't really want to acknowledge that, and he'd somehow been draw back to the Newlander's house; it felt familiar. He didn't want to got home to his parents and have to be the one to try and explain why the four of them had been missing for three days, and why he was the only one that had come home. There was a football match on Sunday, he should have been in training, but instead here he was curled up hiding. "Oh Shit" he mumbled under his breath.... From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Oct 20 13:14:55 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Stephanie, Callum] In-Reply-To: References: <822953940456948660@unknownmsgid> <7f39e5bc04101910281d416ec6@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <200410201414.56095.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > He looked directly at Jay then and shrugged, "Place with no death is > pretty much impossible to find. What we did confirm is that he can > only control things in close proximity, the Golem fell apart as soon > as he was far enough away. If we could get him reanimating, and then > distract him with lots of people, and pull the zombies away from him > then I canna help but think they'd fall apart, and that process would > take some of his power. Best shot I've got for now. What do you > reckon?" > Jay looked thoughtfull for a moment. "The more we can figure out the better we'll be equiped if we have to face him. You got that porta-puter thing of yours here ?" Jay thought for a moment again. "I have some questions of my own now... like does he bennifit from animal deaths ? Can he raise animals ? How about vamps and lycans ? We know we've only seen him working with and from humans... but that may just be because they are what was there..." tag -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.net/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Oct 20 13:21:13 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: References: <7f39e5bc041019101373682946@mail.gmail.com> <20041019232408.57015.qmail@web40528.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200410201421.13907.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > > He'd killed enough to eat, with an opportunistic strike on a couple > neighbourhood cats, and had decimated some rabbit hutches. Each > morning he'd woken to find himself naked and alone in human form. His > nails were all broken and dirty and his body stained with blood. The > rest of the guys hadn't shown up suddenly. Somewhere buried very deep > was the knowledge that he was alone, and that the others were dead, > but he didn't really want to acknowledge that, and he'd somehow been > draw back to the Newlander's house; it felt familiar. He didn't want > to got home to his parents and have to be the one to try and explain > why the four of them had been missing for three days, and why he was > the only one that had come home. > > There was a football match on Sunday, he should have been in training, > but instead here he was curled up hiding. > > "Oh Shit" he mumbled under his breath.... Sal was trailing over the scent when she suddenly got confused, there it was, again - but much stronger, crossing the old one. She spoke softly, trusting Meg's wolf ears to hear her. "He's been back, and he went.... mmm .... thattaway" she said then bounded off on the strong scent until she reach the garage door. The scent was powerfull now, and she crouched down, using her hands to indicate to the others to be quite. ~I'll be fucking damned, he's right here.~ -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.net/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Oct 20 13:31:07 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: <200410201421.13907.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20041020123107.62062.qmail@web40523.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: > > He'd killed enough to eat, with an opportunistic strike on a couple > neighbourhood cats, and had decimated some rabbit hutches. Each > morning he'd woken to find himself naked and alone in human form. His > nails were all broken and dirty and his body stained with blood. The > rest of the guys hadn't shown up suddenly. Somewhere buried very deep > was the knowledge that he was alone, and that the others were dead, > but he didn't really want to acknowledge that, and he'd somehow been > draw back to the Newlander's house; it felt familiar. He didn't want > to got home to his parents and have to be the one to try and explain > why the four of them had been missing for three days, and why he was > the only one that had come home. > > There was a football match on Sunday, he should have been in training, > but instead here he was curled up hiding. > > "Oh Shit" he mumbled under his breath.... >>Sal was trailing over the scent when she suddenly got confused, there it was, again - but much stronger, crossing the old one. She spoke softly, trusting Meg's wolf ears to hear her. "He's been back, and he went.... mmm .... thattaway" she said then bounded off on the strong scent until she reach the garage door. The scent was powerfull now, and she crouched down, using her hands to indicate to the others to be quite. ~I'll be fucking damned, he's right here.~<< Meg smelled it, too. She followed Sal, trusting the lab's nose to lead them to the right place. She sniffed, and it was all she could do to keep from changing right there. "You, in the garage," she growled. "Come on out, we know you're in there." She didn't shout. She knew the wolf inside could hear her. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Oct 20 13:37:10 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <200410200842.38857.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20041020123710.44758.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: > > The man turned and gave Marie a sad smile. "Cain't complain too much," he > replied. "Even if I did, wouldn't do me no good. Ya'll don't sound like > you come from these parts. N'Awlens, if my ears ain't playin' tricks on > me." The stranger's voice had an East Texas twang to it. >>Morgan stiffened, there was something very disconcerting about the acuracy of the man's placement... almost as if he had already known. But he forced himself to relax, he needed more information before he did anything. No cause to show his concern yet. "Perhaps good sir, you can be of assistance to us... we seek the proprietor of the establishment that used to be run in this building, I do believe it was closed in rather a hurry... I suppose you could call us... debt collectors." In his head he thought. Debt collectors, yeah, Roxanne's ass was two-hundred years overdue.<< The man turned and regarded Morgan studiously. "Debt collectors? That a fact? Funny, 'cause I know the owner paid cash money for this buildin'. She owns it free and clear. As to the other..." He scratehed his head with the broom handle. "You're right about that. They did close it up mighty fast. Ain't sure where they went, either. All I know is they left me here to clean up. In case they come back, they said. I don't reckon they'll be back, not if they know what's good for 'em." His eyes became even sadder, if that was possible. tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Oct 20 13:41:25 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041020124125.83866.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> queenortart wrote: >>Miranda swallowed hard, "Thank you, thank you for everything. You've been very kind to me, and you don't even know me. You must have thought I was strange just turning up off the street, but I had nowhere else to go." Her eyes shone with tears, and embarrased she sniffed and chewed her lip, then tried to change the subject. "And I didn't finish doing the IRS forms before I left, all those people at the club are going to end with their tax all being wrong for this month." The mundanity of this really struck her hard, as she thought about her situation. No home, no job, no money, no shoes even, and if she told the IRS where she was, or went to the bank then Connon would find her. She didn't want to think about what would happen then. "I've...I've got nowhere else to go." she sobbed, her head dropping and her hair dangling down in front of her face. Tears fell onto the cloth of the scrubs creating small dark green circles of dampness.<< Jessie sat beside Miranda on the bed, and she did take her in her arms then. "It's ok, honey," she whispered. "You go ahead and cry. But you're safe now, believe that. You can stay here as long as you like. And if anyone has a problem with that, they'll have to answer to me." She just held Miranda, stroking her back and her head. "It's gonna be all right," she whispered. Tag From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Oct 20 13:53:39 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <20041020123710.44758.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041020123710.44758.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200410201453.39758.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > > In his head he thought. Debt collectors, yeah, Roxanne's ass was > two-hundred years overdue.<< > > The man turned and regarded Morgan studiously. "Debt collectors? That a > fact? Funny, 'cause I know the owner paid cash money for this buildin'. > She owns it free and clear. As to the other..." > > He scratehed his head with the broom handle. "You're right about that. > They did close it up mighty fast. Ain't sure where they went, either. All > I know is they left me here to clean up. In case they come back, they > said. I don't reckon they'll be back, not if they know what's good for > 'em." His eyes became even sadder, if that was possible. > "It is not the building we wished to collect upon... rather it's a personal debt that needs to be settled by the owner. I don't suppose you have a forwarding address ?" Morganis caught the sadness, he was tempted to probe the mind in front of him, the old man disturbed him - here was a man not surprised by people flying and who knew where they were both from... something was wrong with this picture. Slowly Morganis gave a step forward. "Perhaps sir, we can talk frankly... " he said simply but invitingly. -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.net/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Wed Oct 20 16:03:25 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: FW: [GOTC] Out on the tiles Tag Grace, Masquerade ? Message-ID: Grace had wandered the streets for a couple of hours meandering along aimlessly within the throng of people crowding the sidewalks. She watched the lovers holding hands, the party girls giggling, their scent mixed with the sickly sweetness of the alcoholic mixers they had consumed, occasionally a man would step out in front of her in a contrived effort to make her meet his gaze. She glided past them all, immune to the smiles and the fake camaraderie, no one caught her attention. There could be no denying it - she was bored - terminally and completely bored. She was too young for the ennui to be setting in, the time of her immolation was decades away, designed to occur long before the ennui could lead her down destructive paths in search of new sensations to replace the human emotions and passions that were inevitably lost through the long years as a vampire. Grace knew the reason, it was coming to an end and she could not foresee any reason to continue once her duty to the Engel line had been relinquished. Perhaps it was just as well, a fitting end, Grace came out of her reverie realising that her passage had not been as random as she had supposed. She was outside the new club Masquerade, maybe that had been her destination from the start. The club obviously benefited from extensive sound proofing that not even her sensitive hearing could penetrate, she could hear no trace of the thrash metal she despised, so often evident in the clubs that catered to a wider clientele. However it was clear that the club was already open, even though it was still early a queue was forming outside. Grace sighed slightly, forty years ago she would have glided to front of that queue with the full expectation of being waved in and treated as an honoured guest but of late she had become more circumspect - with the rising cult of celebrity she had no desire to draw unwanted attention to herself. On the other hand, would this club be the type to attract the paparazzi? She had no sense of being watched. What harm could it do? She had been very good lately, a small smile crossed her lips and she purposely made her way towards the door confident that the doormen would recognise her stature. Tag From jenarey at comcast.net Wed Oct 20 20:26:39 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: FW: [GOTC] Out on the tiles Tag Grace, Masquerade ? Message-ID: <102020041926.4890.4176BBEA000D1E6B0000131A2200734076970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> On the other hand, would this club be the type to attract the paparazzi? She had no sense of being watched. What harm could it do? She had been very good lately, a small smile crossed her lips and she purposely made her way towards the door confident that the doormen would recognise her stature. One of the doormen looked up as she approached, the light from the sign above reflecting off of the rim of his completely cool, but a bit unnecessary sunlasses. From his viewpoint Grace radiated with a particular signature that brought a smile to his lips. She was just the type of patron Vincent liked. He lowered his glasses slightly, pressing a button on the frame as he did, and looked her over. "Ahhh...welcome to the Masquerade... Though I'm sure you can't be nearly old enough." There was a soft teasing note to the words, as she was obviously over 21. He'd bet she was over 70 himself, but didn't say as much. Inside the club a picture of the woman flashed up on the armrest screen attached to the chair where Vincent sat. He looked down at it, slowly running his fingers along his chin. "Interesting." On the lower floor a door opened and Lord Connon entered the room, Victoria at his side, wearing a dark green silk dress that was held up by spaghetti straps and slit at the side almost to the hip. Most of the signs of her punishment had been erased, though there was still an angry line that ran from the edge of her earlobe down her neck, disappearing under the flat collar. Connon had instructed that it be left that way on purpose, as he knew the scent of her blood would be like a sweet perfume to the vampires in the club, but she was his....always. From jenarey at comcast.net Wed Oct 20 20:32:26 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] Message-ID: <102020041932.490.4176BD490003084A000001EA2200735834970A9D0E 020A06@comcast.net> "It is not the building we wished to collect upon... rather it's a personal debt that needs to be settled by the owner. I don't suppose you have a forwarding address ?" Morganis caught the sadness, he was tempted to probe the mind in front of him, the old man disturbed him - here was a man not surprised by people flying and who knew where they were both from... something was wrong with this picture. > Slowly Morganis gave a step forward. "Perhaps sir, we can talk frankly... " he said simply but invitingly. Marie nodded as the man identified where they were from, but she kept silent as Morgan continued on, taking the opportunity to get a good look at the area. Something about all of this was giving her the wiggins, which was never a good sign. As Morgan stepped forward she turned her attention back to the conversation at hand, trying not to do anything silly like startle out of her shoes at every little sound. She was a professional, dangit! From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Oct 20 20:33:52 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: <20041020124125.83866.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041020124125.83866.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > Jessie sat beside Miranda on the bed, and she did take her in her arms then. "It's ok, honey," she whispered. "You go ahead and cry. But you're safe now, believe that. You can stay here as long as you like. And if anyone has a problem with that, they'll have to answer to me." > > She just held Miranda, stroking her back and her head. "It's gonna be all right," she whispered. Miranda cried in Jessie's arms, feeling cared for. She remembered this feeling very distantly. It was like being back with her mother, before she had left. She still missed her, but had no idea how to find her. She was worried about Victoria, and herself, although it seemed like she really had made a reasonable decision to come here. She stopped crying after a while, and just rested there, taking a couple of deep breaths, she could get used to being looked after like this. tag From jenarey at comcast.net Wed Oct 20 20:46:45 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ Message-ID: <102020041946.12258.4176C0A30009D5E900002FE22200750330970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> "You, in the garage," she growled. "Come on out, we know you're in there." She didn't shout. She knew the wolf inside could hear her. Natalia stayed just behind the trackers, but more towards Sal, her sword dropped from its sheath. The metal of the blade rested gently against the leg of her pants, almost hidden in the wan light but ready to come into action upon need. She wasn't entirely surprised that the wolf had returned here. Many killers, both animalian and human tended to return to the scene of their crimes, driven by something not even they understood. From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Oct 20 21:19:48 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: <-6502171862305785795@unknownmsgid> References: <-6502171862305785795@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: On Wed, 20 Oct 2004 19:46:45 +0000, jenarey@comcast.net wrote: > "You, in the garage," she growled. "Come on out, we know you're in there." She didn't shout. She knew the wolf inside could hear her. Gordie stayed exactly where he was - there was no way he was going out there to face them. He'd no illusions about what these people were likely to do, he'd seen them in action before. > > Natalia stayed just behind the trackers, but more towards Sal, her sword dropped from its sheath. The metal of the blade rested gently against the leg of her pants, almost hidden in the wan light but ready to come into action upon need. She wasn't entirely surprised that the wolf had returned here. Many killers, both animalian and human tended to return to the scene of their crimes, driven by something not even they understood. -- "At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." Rose Macaulay From ajventer at gmail.com Wed Oct 20 21:31:52 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: References: <-6502171862305785795@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04102013317cfd3be@mail.gmail.com> > > "You, in the garage," she growled. "Come on out, we know you're in there." She didn't shout. She knew the wolf inside could hear her. > > Gordie stayed exactly where he was - there was no way he was going out > there to face them. > > He'd no illusions about what these people were likely to do, he'd seen > them in action before. > > > > > Natalia stayed just behind the trackers, but more towards Sal, her sword dropped from its sheath. The metal of the blade rested gently against the leg of her pants, almost hidden in the wan light but ready to come into action upon need. She wasn't entirely surprised that the wolf had returned here. Many killers, both animalian and human tended to return to the scene of their crimes, driven by something not even they understood. Sal's greatest strength was probably not something you could put in a family movie, one thing was sure however, diplomacy wasn't one of her strengths at all. She spoke up. "Listen wolfboy, we got you surrounded, outnumbered and outgunned. Now you can come out here and talk to us or I could come in there and rip your fucking gutts out... please stay inside." she said dryly. -- "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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Oct 20 21:32:38 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Stephanie, Callum] In-Reply-To: <200410201414.56095.ajventer@direqlearn.org> References: <822953940456948660@unknownmsgid> <7f39e5bc04101910281d416ec6@mail.gmail.com> <200410201414.56095.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: > Jay looked thoughtfull for a moment. > "The more we can figure out the better we'll be equiped if we have to face > him. You got that porta-puter thing of yours here ?" "Aye" Callum reached into his pocket for it. > Jay thought for a moment again. > "I have some questions of my own now... like does he bennifit from animal > deaths ? Can he raise animals ? How about vamps and lycans ? We know we've > only seen him working with and from humans... but that may just be because > they are what was there..." "Good question, I guess not for Lycans - since they are most definitely alive. Vamps, well they appear to die, but there is still some life there, so I guess not them either. But if either of them get killed I can't see any reason why he couldn't re-animate their physical body. The tree for example, he did something to move that, which must have been using the dead wood. What we really need to work out is where the energy comes from. Does he gain energy from death, or does he give energy to the dead. Or does it all work with earth energy or spirit energy. What we really need to do is stick him in a laboratory controlled environment and test some hypotheses, but I'm guessing that's really not an option." He shook his head, "I'd really like to get my hands on him and stick him somewhere." tag From ajventer at gmail.com Wed Oct 20 21:35:14 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Stephanie, Callum] In-Reply-To: References: <822953940456948660@unknownmsgid> <7f39e5bc04101910281d416ec6@mail.gmail.com> <200410201414.56095.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0410201335706281fb@mail.gmail.com> > > Jay looked thoughtfull for a moment. > > "The more we can figure out the better we'll be equiped if we have to face > > him. You got that porta-puter thing of yours here ?" > > "Aye" Callum reached into his pocket for it. > > > Jay thought for a moment again. > > "I have some questions of my own now... like does he bennifit from animal > > deaths ? Can he raise animals ? How about vamps and lycans ? We know we've > > only seen him working with and from humans... but that may just be because > > they are what was there..." > > "Good question, I guess not for Lycans - since they are most > definitely alive. Vamps, well they appear to die, but there is still > some life there, so I guess not them either. But if either of them get > killed I can't see any reason why he couldn't re-animate their > physical body. The tree for example, he did something to move that, > which must have been using the dead wood. What we really need to work > out is where the energy comes from. Does he gain energy from death, or > does he give energy to the dead. Or does it all work with earth energy > or spirit energy. What we really need to do is stick him in a > laboratory controlled environment and test some hypotheses, but I'm > guessing that's really not an option." > > He shook his head, "I'd really like to get my hands on him and stick > him somewhere." > Jay looked at his comrade. "Oh we're going to stick him allright" he said, nodding at the broadsword lying by his feet, a moment later he pulled into the clearing. "Right now though, let's find some clues." 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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Oct 20 22:22:49 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04102013317cfd3be@mail.gmail.com> References: <-6502171862305785795@unknownmsgid> <7f39e5bc04102013317cfd3be@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > Sal's greatest strength was probably not something you could put in a > family movie, one thing was sure however, diplomacy wasn't one of her > strengths at all. She spoke up. > "Listen wolfboy, we got you surrounded, outnumbered and outgunned. Now > you can come out here and talk to us or I could come in there and rip > your fucking gutts out... please stay inside." she said dryly. It was a girl out there, well he could take a girl on, that wasn't a issue, but she wasn't alone. He breathed in deeply, passing the scent over his olfactory sensors. Some kind of dog, another wolf, shit another wolf, there was the odd smelling woman again, and another one smelling of decay, but with some kind of expensive cologne over the stench, and something he'd never smelt before. He was certainly outnumbered. Fuck it - he was going to have to try and brazen this out. He threw back the tarp, and strode to the door, naked, and unlocked it throwing it open. He was poised in defence, ready to change and spring, if they attacked him immediately. tag From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Oct 20 22:24:48 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Stephanie, Callum] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc0410201335706281fb@mail.gmail.com> References: <822953940456948660@unknownmsgid> <7f39e5bc04101910281d416ec6@mail.gmail.com> <200410201414.56095.ajventer@direqlearn.org> <7f39e5bc0410201335706281fb@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > Jay looked at his comrade. > "Oh we're going to stick him allright" he said, nodding at the > broadsword lying by his feet, a moment later he pulled into the > clearing. > "Right now though, let's find some clues." "Aye, let's get on with it then..." Callum jumped out after him, and started trying to see and smell whatever he could. -- "At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." Rose Macaulay From ajventer at gmail.com Thu Oct 21 06:11:21 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: References: <-6502171862305785795@unknownmsgid> <7f39e5bc04102013317cfd3be@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04102022114448bd47@mail.gmail.com> On Wed, 20 Oct 2004 22:22:49 +0100, queenortart wrote: > > Sal's greatest strength was probably not something you could put in a > > family movie, one thing was sure however, diplomacy wasn't one of her > > strengths at all. She spoke up. > > "Listen wolfboy, we got you surrounded, outnumbered and outgunned. Now > > you can come out here and talk to us or I could come in there and rip > > your fucking gutts out... please stay inside." she said dryly. > > It was a girl out there, well he could take a girl on, that wasn't a > issue, but she wasn't alone. He breathed in deeply, passing the scent > over his olfactory sensors. Some kind of dog, another wolf, shit > another wolf, there was the odd smelling woman again, and another one > smelling of decay, but with some kind of expensive cologne over the > stench, and something he'd never smelt before. He was certainly > outnumbered. > > Fuck it - he was going to have to try and brazen this out. > > He threw back the tarp, and strode to the door, naked, and unlocked it > throwing it open. He was poised in defence, ready to change and > spring, if they attacked him immediately. Sal looked him over. Her eyes resting for decidedly inappropriately long periods of time in areas they oughtn't to. "That's better." she said to him, "now we're getting somewhere - I would hate to have damage that." She turned her head, never taking her eyes off him, toward Gabe. "Well Cap, now what ?" 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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Thu Oct 21 16:35:55 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: FW: [GOTC] Out on the tiles Tag Grace, Masquerade ? In-Reply-To: <102020041926.4890.4176BBEA000D1E6B0000131A2200734076970A9D 0 E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: On the other hand, would this club be the type to attract the paparazzi? She had no sense of being watched. What harm could it do? She had been very good lately, a small smile crossed her lips and she purposely made her way towards the door confident that the doormen would recognise her stature. One of the doormen looked up as she approached, the light from the sign above reflecting off of the rim of his completely cool, but a bit unnecessary sunlasses. From his viewpoint Grace radiated with a particular signature that brought a smile to his lips. She was just the type of patron Vincent liked. He lowered his glasses slightly, pressing a button on the frame as he did, and looked her over. "Ahhh...welcome to the Masquerade... Though I'm sure you can't be nearly old enough." There was a soft teasing note to the words, as she was obviously over 21. He'd bet she was over 70 himself, but didn't say as much. Inside the club a picture of the woman flashed up on the armrest screen attached to the chair where Vincent sat. He looked down at it, slowly running his fingers along his chin. "Interesting." On the lower floor a door opened and Lord Connon entered the room, Victoria at his side, wearing a dark green silk dress that was held up by spaghetti straps and slit at the side almost to the hip. Most of the signs of her punishment had been erased, though there was still an angry line that ran from the edge of her earlobe down her neck, disappearing under the flat collar. Connon had instructed that it be left that way on purpose, as he knew the scent of her blood would be like a sweet perfume to the vampires in the club, but she was his....always. Grace smiled at the doorman acknowledging his joke, "why thank you" and then tilted her head in the direction of his companion by the door, "If I may?" From jenarey at comcast.net Thu Oct 21 16:54:53 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: FW: [GOTC] Out on the tiles Tag Grace, Masquerade ? Message-ID: <102120041554.9553.4177DBCD00043E3A000025512200734830970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> Grace smiled at the doorman acknowledging his joke, "why thank you" and then tilted her head in the direction of his companion by the door, "If I may?" A string of letters ran across the inside of the doorman's glasses, giving him permission to move the woman ahead. She intrigued Vincent, which the doorman wasn't sure was a good thing...at least not for her. He gave her a sexy smile and nodded, his companion opening the door. "Please...do remember that there are posted rules and smoking is only allowed in designated rooms." From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Thu Oct 21 20:02:28 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: FW: [GOTC] Out on the tiles Tag Grace, Masquerade ? In-Reply-To: <102120041554.9553.4177DBCD00043E3A000025512200734830970A9D 0 E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: Grace stepped through the opened door murmuring her thanks as she did so, hoping that these rules were readily displayed as it would be very rude not to obey the rules of the house. -----Original Message----- From: gotc-admin@lists.herald.co.uk [mailto:gotc-admin@lists.herald.co.uk]On Behalf Of jenarey@comcast.net Sent: 21 October 2004 16:55 To: gotc@lists.herald.co.uk Subject: RE: FW: [GOTC] Out on the tiles Tag Grace, Masquerade ? Grace smiled at the doorman acknowledging his joke, "why thank you" and then tilted her head in the direction of his companion by the door, "If I may?" A string of letters ran across the inside of the doorman's glasses, giving him permission to move the woman ahead. She intrigued Vincent, which the doorman wasn't sure was a good thing...at least not for her. He gave her a sexy smile and nodded, his companion opening the door. "Please...do remember that there are posted rules and smoking is only allowed in designated rooms." _______________________________________________ GOTC mailing list GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Oct 21 20:02:50 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041021190250.38278.qmail@web40524.mail.yahoo.com> --- queenortart wrote: > Frances thought that she really ought to shut up and > say nothing, but > that went against all her instincts. She opened her > mouth and then > shut it again with a small mumble. Reaching down she > collected her bag > off the floor and put it on her lap. > > "I guess I should leave you two alone, and stop > being a meddling old > bat - shouldn't I?" she said decisively. "Aw, it ain't dat," Ratso said. "It's just...when it comes ta...dis kinda stuff...I'm kinda shy, I guess. Me! Shy! Whoda thought it?" He grinned and squeezed Muse's hand. Tag (OOC: First post from the notebook computer. Yay!) From jenarey at comcast.net Thu Oct 21 20:57:53 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: FW: [GOTC] Out on the tiles Tag Grace, Masquerade ? Message-ID: <102120041957.28121.417814C00005174B00006DD92200734830970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Grace stepped through the opened door murmuring her thanks as she did so, hoping that these rules were readily displayed as it would be very rude not to obey the rules of the house. The music inside carried a firm beat, very dancable to, but without being thrash metal or something likewise as tasteless. The crowd was full, but not a mob, folks able to move around without always smacking into someone else. The rules were posted on small terminals throughout the room. 1: Violent behavior will not be allowed. 2: Intimacies are allowed within the confines of a private booth or room, but should not disturb or distract other patrons. 3: All patrons are to be treated fairly regardless of race, type, or gender. 4: Hours of operation are from dusk to the following dawn. 5: Overly intoxicated guests will be provided cabfare and will have their bar tab cut off. 6: Any questions can be directed to your waitstaff, smoking is only permitted in designated areas. As Grace entered a well dressed member of serving staff moved to greet her. Dark hair flopped boyishly into his eyes and the deep V neck of his emerald green shirt showed off a chest that was a blessing of good genetics and a lot of time in the gym. He smiled as he approached, offering her a thin plastic card. "The propriotor wishes to extend his greetings, and invites you to enjoy the beverage of your choice on the house. Just present your card when you've chosen." tag From queenortart at gmail.com Thu Oct 21 22:28:29 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: <20041021190250.38278.qmail@web40524.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041021190250.38278.qmail@web40524.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > > "I guess I should leave you two alone, and stop > > being a meddling old > > bat - shouldn't I?" she said decisively. > > "Aw, it ain't dat," Ratso said. "It's just...when it > comes ta...dis kinda stuff...I'm kinda shy, I guess. > Me! Shy! Whoda thought it?" He grinned and squeezed > Muse's hand. Frances raised an eyebrow, thinking back to the times she'd spent with Ratso. He'd been a hero, a charmer, a joker, an expert. Shy, no that word had never entered her mental vocabulary when thinking of him. She laughed "Just accept it Ratso, and enjoy it!" Tag > (OOC: First post from the notebook computer. Yay!) Hurrah!! From queenortart at gmail.com Thu Oct 21 23:40:30 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Back in the Real World 4 [sex] Message-ID: OOC _ Timeframe reminder Wed lunchtime or thereabouts. She smiled up at him, then returned to his chest, kissing him more and simultaneously ran her hand down to the belt of his robe untying it, and pushing it away from him. She felt reckless, and not a little out of control, but it felt wonderful. She wanted to be closer, to feel his arms around her, and she climbed over him, her thighs against his, hugging him, with her breasts against his chest. She wrapped one arm around him, and kissed him hard, running her fingers through his hair, tasting him, sighing into his mouth. "Oh..." she breathed. Laughter bubbled out of him, he had not been this relaxed, had not had this much fun in longer than he cared to try and remember. He stared at her face for a moment... some day he would have to tell her about his own past. Some day when she was healed, he would have to open up, and he knew when he did... she would turn from him in disgust. But for now, for one day at a time... let it be tomorrow. He returned to the present and the joy, the childish fun that radiated from her and seemed to fill up the room. "Hey now... I'm all sticky, and instead of cleaning me up you seem intent to get stuck on me," his eyes were laughing as he said it and he broke out into a jovial snatch of song "cos I'm sta-sta-stuck on ya-ya-you." Still laughing he leaned forward and kissed her this time... letting himself pour into her. "Stuck on me is good" she laughed "I quite like that" She kissed him again, and stroked his sticky chest. "We could take a shower if you want to be clean and squeaky." He thought for a moment about this, then put his arms around her and pulled her tightly against him, covering her breasts in the honey from his own chest. "Later girl, right now... I don't want to let you go anywhere..." She smiled broadly at him, enjoying the feel of the tight hold. Then she glanced down, "Now I'm all sticky too." She had been before, but she was enjoying teasing him. She reached behind and undid the clasp of her bra, then let it fall behind her back. The bra was held between them, and the straps fell down her arms. "I think I may have just the solution..." he said mischievously, before rolling on his side causing her to land on the bed, on her back next to him. He bent his neck down and kissed her shoulder, just a bit above the bra, licking up the spot of honey under his lips... "Shall I try to get all of it?" "Oh my" her stomach twisted in knots, pleasure coursing through her. "Well, I can hardly go downstairs like this can I?" she waved a hand down herself. "Mind the tray - I don't think we need coffee to add to this do we?" He grinned up at her, then kissed further picking up the streaks of honey with his tongue sticking above the bra which still lay lose over her breasts... until her shoulders were clean, and bent his head up kissing her neck softly. He put his hand on her belly, and began to run his fingers over her, soft enough to tease, but firm enough not to tickle. He realised again how beautiful she really was and felt compelled to tell her that. "You must be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen ... and for more than three-hundred years, that's saying a lot." She drew back, looking at him puzzled. "I... I don't know what to say to that. I don't feel beautiful, except, except when you look at me like that. You make me feel that way. Thank you." she hugged him tightly to her, tears pricking her eyes. "Thank you" He smiled softly at her, "Perhaps one day... you will see it for yourself..." he whispered, and blinked away a small tear, but his smile returned and he kissed her on the lips. Delicately and long this time, and as he did so, his hand slid up and his fingers slipped under her bra, in between her breasts She returned his kiss, gently at first, then harder, exploring his mouth, he tasted of coffee, and honey. She wanted to make him feel all those things he'd made her feel last night, and she ran her hand downwards, brushing his thigh. She stroked along it with her fingertips, and buried her head in her chest, for some reason this was easier if she wasn't looking directly at him. She didn't really want to question why right now. His hips bucked slightly with the arousing pleasure of her touch, he had after all been through significant arousal without release recently and his body was making this known to him. He flicked his wrist ever so lightly and it sent her loose bra flying across the room to land on the small mirror on his dressing table. When he looked down at her breasts, there was desire and admiration in his eyes. She laughed again then, "Dexterous, aren't you?" Then she moved her hand closer to his groin, trying to tell the part of her that said this wasn't right that it was actually perfectly okay, and this was a good thing, and that they both deserved this. She swallowed hard, and touched his belly. He picked up on her nervousness and decided rather than drawing her attention to it, he should try to subtly allay it, so he kissed her again softly but passionately and his index finger gently began to stroke over her left nipple. He really wanted her to touch him, but he didn't want to ask. He wanted to feel her decide to do so off her own accord. She shivered under his touch, breathing a little deeper now. From somewhere instead her came an overwhelming need to talk, to divert attention from the pleasure he was giving her... She couldn't stop it bubbling out. "I kind of feel, like I ought to be saying something. I guess my brain wants to... Oh Shut Up Joy" she said assertively to herself, and reached down just brushing across his groin. She gently touched his thing, his penis, she told herself. She was an adult now, she could use adult words. He looked carefully in her eyes, she was still afraid, but what was encouraging was that she didn't want to be, that he could see her realizing she needn't be. It was difficult by now, but he forced himself to say it, just in case... "You know you can stop at any time right... I don't want to do anything you're not comfortable with..." his reassurance was genuine, but he couldn't quite keep the pleading from his eyes. Somewhere inside the powerful and 'too good to be true' Commander of the Guardians, there were still gaps in his control - even Sullivan could not help from reacting to sexual stimulation, especially from someone he cared so deeply about. "I know. I know that..." she looked directly at him. "I want this, I want you. I'm not sure how to do this right, but I can't imagine wanting this with anyone else but you." His look encouraged her; she could see in his eyes how much he wanted this as well. She breathed in again, keeping herself there, and grounded, and, biting her lip, nervously grasped him in her hand. He gasped lightly, he had been touched before, but never had it felt like such a great gift... the look in her eyes... the way he knew her... it was more special than he could imagine. His eyes flashed with gratitude at her, before he leaned his head down and began to kiss her other nipple with gentle kisses, and just light sucking, teasing it to harden in his mouth. She melted, her head spinning, and breathed in deeply again. A wave of sensation went through her, pulling some invisible line between her nipple and her groin. Her other hand moved to his head, stroking his hair gently. She continued to stroke him squeezing gently, listening for his reaction. He was forced to give a slight groan with teasing pleasure from her touch growing, and she could feel his breath vibrating over her nipple... he was having to battle to hold back now, forcing himself to stay gentle at all times, but he wanted to take her, he wanted so badly to be inside her. Gentle, gentle, he reminded himself. He moved his mouth to her other nipple, letting the hand that was there slide a slow indirect path down over her belly, until he found the button on the top her denims, and unclasped it, he paused there, waiting for her response. As she felt his hand on her jeans an image went across her eyes, and she started. Pausing for a moment she looked at him, waited until he looked up at her. "It's okay, really it's okay. I wish I didn't feel like a cat on a hot tin roof. But I can get used to this." It sounded a lot like she was trying to convince herself, but she smiled at him, forcing herself to relax back into the bedcovers. He looked at her, and a thought stole through his mind. He moved upward, and put his arm around her neck, pulling her head against his chest. It was meant to be a loving act, as he did so he rather hoped that hair full of honey would not detract from his intentions... then again it had been she who put the honey there in the first place. He held her like that, stroking her back gently, not acting sexually for the moment, but making no attempt to stop her hand from touching him. Every slight movement was sending shivers down his spine after all. He kissed the top of her head; he wanted her to feel this as an act of great affection, perhaps that might remove some of the challenge for her, if he made sure to remind her of that all the time. She waited in his arms, whilst her heart stopped pounding quite so hard, the fear stopped racing through her veins. She closed her eyes, just feeling cared for and wanted. She breathed in deeply, then let it out again. "Let me do this. I need to get over the reminders, but there's just an awful lot of things that remind me of it all. I am really bored of feeling like this." She kissed him on the cheek, and sat up. Her voice developed a touch of anger. "I will be capable off feeling good, I will not be held back in the past for the rest of time. I can do this." She got up and undid the zip on her jeans, pushing them down, then pulling off her shoes and tossing them away. She misjudged the distance and one of them hit the lamp, toppling it sideways onto the chair. She looked at him in mock apprehension, "Ooops" "That lamp is older than I am." he sighed, "but not as precious as you are," he added softly, letting his eyes play over her bared legs where they stuck out from her panties. He kissed her softly, and reached out again, began to fondle her breasts once more, gently - almost more like a child petting a puppy than a man seducing a woman - yet somehow it felt right doing it like that. She kicked off her jeans and climbed back onto the bed, and immediately hit her knee on the tray, "Ow!" She raised her eyes then picked it up and, moving away from the bed, put it on the floor. "Shall we start this again?" She pulled the flower out of her hair and put it between her teeth like a Latin lover, and sashayed over to him, holding her hands out to him, ready to hold him. He reached around her, taking her in his arms. "As many times as you wish Ma Cherie" he whispered, and pecked her on the nose. She settled onto his lap, took the flower from her lips and running it over his chest dropped it onto the bed. Then she reached for him, holding him tightly, and kissed him back, "You are lovely, you know Mon Ami?" She sat back, and reached for him again, but this time for his penis, taking it her hand, squeezing it, then rubbed him, whilst burying her head in his shoulder and kissing him again. He groaned as he kissed her, her rubbing felt great, with all the build up of twenty four hours it was all he could do not to come right there and then... he wondered for a moment how that would make her feel but he did not wish to disappoint her so he held back and concentrated instead on the kiss as he reached down and began to rub her in return, through her panties. The bit in her brain that was running the show was rather taken aback. She still couldn't quite get to grips with the idea that this wasn't just about his pleasure. Having him touch her was kind of getting in the way of the important thing. She shook herself, she had to stop thinking like that, but it was like trying to reverse the patterns etched into her brain over half her life. She let go of him. "Jethro, I really can't do two things at once. My brain is getting confused. Either I can touch you or you can touch me. I can't work out how to do both at once." He thought for a moment, his hand stopping its movements. He knew what the gentlemanly response would be... but he had been so patient for so long now that he knew he needed at least some release soon or he would go completely insane. So he said. "Very well, we'll take turns then..." and slowly pulled his hand away putting it around her shoulders instead. This was better, this felt like more familiar ground. "Lie back" she said gently. "Let me make you feel... what you gave me" He nodded softly and lay back; he had been giving her everything, his very soul at every moment since she first stepped into his office. He could do with a rest, he decided. He would still be there for her, but it was good for them, if everything wasn't always one-sided. She smiled at him, feeling a sense of control restored. She was good at this, she knew that. For once however it didn't feel like she had ulterior motives. There wasn't something behind her desires, except a genuine wish for him to experience pleasure. She reached down again and touched him, his hard jutting flesh, and started to stroke him again, knowing that it would please him. They had time for all the other things. She was going nowhere else right now. She kissed his jaw, and then moved to his mouth, tenderly tasting him again. He melted into her kiss, into the pleasure of her touches, and closed his eyes to the sensation. She was amazingly good at this. He had known that on that first day when she had tried to seduce him, but this was different, this time she wasn't trying to use his gender as a weapon to get what she want, this time she was trying to give him what he wanted. That was, he knew, a major leap forward for her, and he let himself go entirely - there was great pleasure to be had from giving pleasure to someone you cared about, he had experienced it himself the previous night, and now he felt happy to let her feel it for herself. She continued to touch him, to try and give him everything she could. Her caresses changed, first hard, then much more gentle, teasing him. She heard his gasps and adapted working on his responses, trying to give him everything she could. She moved to kiss his chest and to suck on his nipples, feeling him shivering under her body, she molded around him, pressing her breasts into his chest. He could feel the pressure building at the shaft of his penis, knew that he would orgasm soon, and that it was going to be a very big one, he could feel it. It had been building for a very long time and he knew he couldn't hold back long, not with the expertise of her touch, and now the wonderful added sensation of her lips on his nipples he held on to her for dear life as he felt his mind blanking, he wanted her to know the extent of what she giving him, to take pride in it... he could no longer speak, but he was groaning hard. She felt him, heard him, and it sent a thrill of excitement through her. Normally there would be a sense of triumph, at her prowess, her success in getting what she wanted, but now she only wanted this for him, to give him the best that she could offer. She increased the pressure and the speed knowing that he was on the edge, and she wanted this for him, she really wanted it for them both. "Let it happen, Mon Ami, take this, from me..." she murmured into his chest, knowing that he would hear her. Then she gripped him and squeezed tighter... pushing him to the edge. He forced himself to concentrate a bit as he felt himself releasing, "Oh ma cherie" he groaned out, and then it was beyond his control, a massive orgasm exploded through him and he ejaculated in huge streaming jets all over his stomach, chest and over her side and back. ~What the heck~ he thought ~I was messy anyway.~ "Gosh" she said laughing at his expression. "I guess you needed that?" She kissed him hard on the mouth, smiling at him. He laughed back at her. "Yes I suppose so." he gasped, still struggling for breath, He couldn't move right now, and he wasn't sure what else she wanted; he knew he wanted her to dictate this - so that she could get whatever she truly wanted. She curled round him, "Just lie back, get your breath back. We've got all the time in the world." She felt a huge sense of pleasure, and pride, and a joy in having made him feel good. TBC -- "At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." Rose Macaulay From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Fri Oct 22 14:47:06 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: FW: [GOTC] Out on the tiles Tag Grace, Masquerade ? In-Reply-To: <102120041957.28121.417814C00005174B00006DD92200734830970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: The music inside carried a firm beat, very dancable to, but without being thrash metal or something likewise as tasteless. The crowd was full, but not a mob, folks able to move around without always smacking into someone else. Grace let the music flow over her, not quite to her taste but then again the time of the waltz was long gone; at least in this kind of establishment. The rules were posted on small terminals throughout the room. 1: Violent behavior will not be allowed. 2: Intimacies are allowed within the confines of a private booth or room, but should not disturb or distract other patrons. 3: All patrons are to be treated fairly regardless of race, type, or gender. 4: Hours of operation are from dusk to the following dawn. 5: Overly intoxicated guests will be provided cabfare and will have their bar tab cut off. 6: Any questions can be directed to your waitstaff, smoking is only permitted in designated areas. As Grace entered a well dressed member of serving staff moved to greet her. Dark hair flopped boyishly into his eyes and the deep V neck of his emerald green shirt showed off a chest that was a blessing of good genetics and a lot of time in the gym. He smiled as he approached, offering her a thin plastic card. "The propriotor wishes to extend his greetings, and invites you to enjoy the beverage of your choice on the house. Just present your card when you've chosen." She bestowed a gracious smile on the waiter and slid the plastic card into her handbag. Glancing round she nodded her approval, this was a vast improvement to what she had become used to. The rules posted were quite acceptable to her, if she ever felt the urge to pick a fight, as unlikely that may seem, there were plenty of other venues she could visit. The rules against intoxication would protect against oafish bores and the lack of smoking meant for once she would not have to tolerate the lingering odour that her sensitive nose could smell for days after visiting a club. The Masquerade was becoming quite attractive. Grace considered the bar for a moment and then disregarded it, instead she looked around - searching for a vantage point from where she could indulge her favourite habit of people watching. From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Fri Oct 22 16:05:00 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04102022114448bd47@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20041022150500.32011.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Sal looked him over. Her eyes resting for decidedly > inappropriately long periods of time in areas they > oughtn't to. "That's better." she said to him, "now > we're getting somewhere - I would hate to have > damage that." She turned her head, never taking her > eyes off him, toward Gabe. "Well Cap, now what ?" Gabe looked at the figure standing in the doorway, framed by the darker shadows of the garage. Little more than a boy was his first thought, then he remembered that the other three had been little more than boys when they fought and died a few days ago. When they had slaughtered over half of the family that lived in this house. The noise of his sword sliding from it's sheath was a thin metallic whisper in the night air. "He has broken the Covenant and killed people, there is only one punishment for that." Gabe addressed the youth, "are you going to admit to your transgressions here and now, or are you going to make this difficult for us as well as distasteful?" The silver of Gabes blade, his stance keeping it hidden from a casual glance, glinted by his leg in the moonlight. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Fri Oct 22 16:10:00 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <200410190833.35436.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20041022151000.32651.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Damien sat back in his seat and looked over at Evan. > "You get all that ? Sounds bad." "Too right," Evan agreed with a nod as he turned the van across the on coming traffic in a blare of horns. "Gotta luv numbered streets," he commented to Damien as he straightened up from the turn, "ain't gotta clue where it is but is must be this way, innit." [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at gmail.com Fri Oct 22 16:14:28 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <20041022151000.32651.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <200410190833.35436.ajventer@direqlearn.org> <20041022151000.32651.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0410220814771177c5@mail.gmail.com> On Fri, 22 Oct 2004 16:10:00 +0100 (BST), Mik Reed wrote: > > Damien sat back in his seat and looked over at Evan. > > "You get all that ? Sounds bad." > > "Too right," Evan agreed with a nod as he turned the > van across the on coming traffic in a blare of horns. > "Gotta luv numbered streets," he commented to Damien > as he straightened up from the turn, "ain't gotta clue > where it is but is must be this way, innit." > Damien sat thoughtfull for a moment... "Of course ! The masquarade ! I know where it is. I used to gig in a small pub just down the street from where it was being built, I'm guessing it's open now then. Fuckin 'eh. Take the next right, I'll guide 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. A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From jenarey at comcast.net Fri Oct 22 16:21:03 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ Message-ID: <102220041521.15416.4179255F00074CAB00003C382200761438970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Gabe looked at the figure standing in the doorway, framed by the darker shadows of the garage. Little more than a boy was his first thought, then he remembered that the other three had been little more than boys when they fought and died a few days ago. When they had slaughtered over half of the family that lived in this house. The noise of his sword sliding from it's sheath was a thin metallic whisper in the night air. "He has broken the Covenant and killed people, there is only one punishment for that." Gabe addressed the youth, "are you going to admit to your transgressions here and now, or are you going to make this difficult for us as well as distasteful?" The silver of Gabes blade, his stance keeping it hidden from a casual glance, glinted by his leg in the moonlight. Natalia didn't even have to glance at Gabe to know what she was supposed to do if things turned rocky. Her stance shifted ever so slightly so that she could move one way and he the other if the boy chose to run. Judging by stance and bluster she suspected they'd have a fight, if not a chase on their hands. From jenarey at comcast.net Fri Oct 22 16:40:32 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: FW: [GOTC] Out on the tiles Tag Grace, Masquerade ? Message-ID: <102220041540.5955.417929EF00039A5B000017432200734830970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> The Masquerade was becoming quite attractive. Grace considered the bar for a moment and then disregarded it, instead she looked around - searching for a vantage point from where she could indulge her favourite habit of people watching. A second floor made of catwalks and small areas where tables had been set up overlooked the main floor, offering a vantage point to those that wished to be away from the dance and the bar. Waitresses and waiters moved about the upper level, delievering drinks and trays of sweets and finger sandwiches. It was from one of these points that Vincent and Gerrad overlooked the floors below. Vincent gave a languid gesture towards where Grace stood. "Wagers?" The single word question brought a smile to Gerrad's lips. "Century plus." "You think so old." Vincent raised both eyebrows, looking down again. "Perhaps...or older, see how she moves." "She's a gambit card." "Mmm..." Vincent sipped at the blood in the glass he held. "Indeed." From jenarey at comcast.net Fri Oct 22 16:42:53 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso Message-ID: <102220041542.22187.41792A7C0008693E000056AB2200734076970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Frances raised an eyebrow, thinking back to the times she'd spent with Ratso. He'd been a hero, a charmer, a joker, an expert. Shy, no that word had never entered her mental vocabulary when thinking of him. She laughed "Just accept it Ratso, and enjoy it!" Muse continued to blush, looking down at the box of chocolates that she'd set on the table, though her fingers twined gently with Ratso's. Relationships of any sort were a strange thrill for the petite woman, and she was just as glad to accept things slowly. From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Fri Oct 22 17:13:04 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: FW: [GOTC] Out on the tiles Tag Grace, Masquerade ? In-Reply-To: <102220041540.5955.417929EF00039A5B000017432200734830970A9D 0 E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: It was from one of these points that Vincent and Gerrad overlooked the floors below. Vincent gave a languid gesture towards where Grace stood. "Wagers?" The single word question brought a smile to Gerrad's lips. "Century plus." "You think so old." Vincent raised both eyebrows, looking down again. "Perhaps...or older, see how she moves." "She's a gambit card." "Mmm..." Vincent sipped at the blood in the glass he held. "Indeed." Grace spotted a stairway leading to a higher floor. She made her way over taking the most direct route via the crowded dance floor. Grace had no fear of being jostled, she picked a path through the dancing throng and apart from the occasional slight turn of her body she was not deviated from her chosen path. The crowd parted before her, like the sea before a great ocean liner, closing behind in her wake. She felt a slight impulse to touch her hand to the nape of her neck, she was being watched but this was not an unusual occurrence and she ignored the impulse instead placing her hand on the balustrade of the staircase as she lightly climbed the stairs. From queenortart at gmail.com Fri Oct 22 17:44:03 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: <3808406371745112862@unknownmsgid> References: <3808406371745112862@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: > Gabe looked at the figure standing in the doorway, framed by the darker shadows of the garage. Little more than a boy was his first thought, then he remembered that the other three had been little more than boys when they fought and died a few days ago. When they had slaughtered over half of the family that lived in this house. The noise of his sword sliding from it's sheath was a thin metallic whisper in the night air. "He has broken the Covenant and killed people, there is only one punishment for that." Gabe addressed the youth, "are you going to admit to your transgressions here and now, or are you going to make this difficult for us as well as distasteful?" The silver of Gabes blade, his stance keeping it hidden from a casual glance, glinted by his leg in the moonlight. > > Natalia didn't even have to glance at Gabe to know what she was supposed to do if things turned rocky. Her stance shifted ever so slightly so that she could move one way and he the other if the boy chose to run. Judging by stance and bluster she suspected they'd have a fight, if not a chase on their hands. Gordie stood calmly in the doorway, although he was anything but calm. He breathed in open mouthed, taking in the scents of the people outside, mentally ticking them off, identifying the wolf, the dog, and the two stranger scents which must belong to the two who had been here that night. He wished he could remember it all, but there were big holes in his memory, when he'd been out of control. There was still one more scent than people and that worried him. He folded his arms in front of him nonchalantly, his brain racing trying to work out what to do. He wanted nothing more than to be back home with his family, eating his mom's meatloaf, watching a game on the TV with his dad. "What's the covenant?" he growled. From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Oct 22 20:08:13 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041022190813.69665.qmail@web40526.mail.yahoo.com> --- queenortart wrote: > Miranda cried in Jessie's arms, feeling cared for. > She remembered this > feeling very distantly. It was like being back with > her mother, before > she had left. She still missed her, but had no idea > how to find her. > She was worried about Victoria, and herself, > although it seemed like > she really had made a reasonable decision to come > here. > > She stopped crying after a while, and just rested > there, taking a > couple of deep breaths, she could get used to being > looked after like > this. > Jessie continued to hold the girl. "Are you feeling better?" she finally asked quietly. "Why don't you have a little more to eat? I'll see if we can find a room for you." She took a peek at the wound on Miranda's neck. They seemed to be healing up, and since the attack had happened on Monday, she didn't think a transfusion would be necessary. Tag From queenortart at gmail.com Sat Oct 23 00:29:26 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Retail Therapy pt 3 Message-ID: She thrust the clothes at Terry, "Hold these will you?" and dived back into the changing room and put her jeans and T-shirt back on. When Joy had returned from the dressing room, Terry said, "Now we need shoes and lingerie. Which do you want to do first?" "Er, shoes I guess, I don't know..." She sounded a little panicked, the euphoria waning a little and some realisation of what she was committing to setting in. "Can we go and give these to the sales people rather than carrying them around?" If they weren't in their hands she wouldn't have to think about it, and besides they were long and heavy, and she didn't want Terry to have to trail them around. "Sure, no problem." Terry walked over to one of the sales counters. "Could you hang onto these for us? We need to get some more things." The salesgirl nodded and smiled, then took the dresses from Terry and draped them over the counter. "Ok, let's hit the shoes. I think just two or three pairs should be ok for now." Joy owned a pair of non branded trainers, a pair of bike boots and a pair of all purpose black pumps. Terry was suggesting doubling the number of pairs of shoes she possessed. This really was a whole new world. "Okay, whatever you think Terry," she shook her head bemused, thinking they inhabited completely different planets, how on earth was she going to need three pairs of shoes? "I am complete putty in your hands" she held out both her arms in front of her, the wrists together like a condemned criminal being taken to the gallows. "Lead on MacDuff. I stand in awe of your shoe buying capacity!" Terry just looked at her. "Very funny. There's no need to be nervous. You, too, can master shoe buying, once you've learned the ropes. Now, what kind of dress shoes do you have now? What do they look like?" By this time they had reached the shoe section, and Terry was looking over the offerings with an experienced eye. "They look like shoes Terry... Black shoes... I don't know. Kind of like them I guess." she pointed to a pair of black low heeled pumps with a vaguely pointed toe. "only not as nice." She looked really embarrassed to admit her complete lack of savvy on the shoe purchasing front. Terry held the pumps up to the light. "Not bad..." she murmured. "Functional. Do you like them? I mean, are they comfortable? If so, we can get some in different colors to go with your dresses. You'll need something you can dance in, I think, just in case." Joy pulled a face "You mean I need another pair like this? I've already got a pair of black flat shoes. I don't really like them, I just bought them so I had a pair of shoes to wear for interviews." She looked round at the array of footwear. It was all a bit beyond her. "What about them?" she pointed at a pair with a small stiletto heels and a narrow strap round the back with a buckle, which looked soft and supple. She picked up a navy blue shoe, checking the bottom for size and said "I guess I could try these on, what do you think?" She glanced sideways and her eyes lit up. "Oh - and what about those?" The sling back shoe she picked up was a good match for the coral dress, with tiny kitten heels, and a pointed front with crossed over stitching. Terry nodded. "Good choices. I especially like the sling back ones. Just make sure they're comfortable enough to walk around in. No telling what you might be doing on your date." She continued to peruse the choices. "Flats are good if you're going to have to walk a long way, though. You might want to find some nice ones to carry along." Joy sat down on the handy footstool and started undoing her trainers. She looked at Terry "Erm, I'll need a bag or something then. None of those clothes had pockets in - I've just realised. I really can't take my daysack out on a date can I?" Terry grinned. "Might ruin the look," she agreed. "We'll look for a couple of purses once we get the shoes. The salesperson might have some suggestions. You won't need anything big, I shouldn't imagine." "But if I'm going to take spare shoes with me tonight, I need something to put them in, is that what you meant or did I misunderstand?" She pulled the sling backs on and stood up looking at them in the mirror, which was angled at foot level. She really really liked them, and smiled at Terry sideways. "I do like these, don't you?" "I like them a lot," Terry agreed. "In fact, I might get a pair for myself. As to carrying the shoes, you can leave them in the car. You might not need spares at all, if the Commander has a driver take you. I was thinking more of a small purse for a few things. A little money, maybe some makeup." Joy nodded - "Sounds reasonable. I wish I knew where we were going, but I guess that's part of the surprise. Well these are extremely comfortable, and..." she smiled with sheer pleasure, her whole face lighting up "...really very girly." She sat back down, and started to pull the others on. A thought crossed her mind, from something Terry had said earlier. "Er... Terry... Dancing?? You think that's likely? Do you think like real dancing? I don't know how to dance properly, waltzes and all that, but I imagine Jethro must. He's old enough to after all." She stood up in the navy buckled shoes. "Do you think I should have these in black?" "Definitely," Terry said. "Black over navy. Black will go with anything in a pinch. Let's see...you need black, red, and something to go with the flowery dress. Might ought to grab white, too. Again, a very versatile color. Then we get hose, then after that, lingerie. We'll have you set before you know it." "I've need - white - shoes? Really?" The look on Joy's face was priceless. "Whatever you say Terry," she shook her head in a kind of accepting way. She was beginning to lose the will to live, or at least the will to argue about shoe colours. "Those" she said pointing to the nearest pair of shoes, they were high heeled, strappy, crossing over midway down the foot and a very very pale cream. "Would they do?" "Perfect!" Terry exclaimed. She'd gotten herself a couple of pair of the same shoes Joy had, one in red, one in black, and two pair of knee-high boots, as well as a soft leather pair. "Grab 'em!" They left the shoes with the cashier who was holding Joy's dresses. Terry got Joy's size and picked up three pair of panty hose for her. "This is a good brand. They're really silky, but they resist runs," the dark-haired girl explained. These were added to the growing pile of purchases. "Now...on to the lingerie department!" -- "At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." Rose Macaulay From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sat Oct 23 00:35:01 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc0410220814771177c5@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20041022233501.99837.qmail@web25703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > "Of course ! The masquarade ! I know where it is. I > used to gig in a small pub just down the street from > where it was being built, I'm guessing it's open now > then. Fuckin 'eh. Take the next right, I'll guide > you." The tyres chirped as Evan followed Damien's instructions, "so, this gaff, big place is it?" He asked Damien. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sat Oct 23 00:51:56 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041022235156.87366.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > He folded his arms in front of him nonchalantly, his > brain racing trying to work out what to do. He > wanted nothing more than to be back home with his > family, eating his mom's meatloaf, watching a game on > the TV with his dad. > "What's the covenant?" he growled. Gabe had been studying the boy. The Covenant didn't seem to mean anything to him, he was either a lot tougher than Gabe thought, or things were about to get a lot more complicated. "Boy, you had best not be playing with us. You have got two choices here. One, let us cuff you and take you to headquarters, or you can try and run." He hoped the boy would run, it would make things a lot simpler and Gabe wanted to get justice for the Newlanders. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sat Oct 23 05:41:28 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: <20041022150500.32011.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20041023044128.44457.qmail@web40525.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: > Sal looked him over. Her eyes resting for decidedly > inappropriately long periods of time in areas they > oughtn't to. "That's better." she said to him, "now > we're getting somewhere - I would hate to have > damage that." She turned her head, never taking her > eyes off him, toward Gabe. "Well Cap, now what ?" >>Gabe looked at the figure standing in the doorway, framed by the darker shadows of the garage. Little more than a boy was his first thought, then he remembered that the other three had been little more than boys when they fought and died a few days ago. When they had slaughtered over half of the family that lived in this house. The noise of his sword sliding from it's sheath was a thin metallic whisper in the night air. "He has broken the Covenant and killed people, there is only one punishment for that." Gabe addressed the youth, "are you going to admit to your transgressions here and now, or are you going to make this difficult for us as well as distasteful?" The silver of Gabes blade, his stance keeping it hidden from a casual glance, glinted by his leg in the moonlight.<< Meg was shocked at what came out of the garage. "He's just a kid, for Christ's sake!" Part of her knew he had to die, should die, for what he'd done, but she felt uncomfortable about it. Wendy flew over to the boy cautiously. "He'd kinda cute," she said, then shot back to Sal's shoulder before she got close enough for him to touch her. Tag? From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sat Oct 23 05:45:48 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: <102220041542.22187.41792A7C0008693E000056AB2200734076970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20041023044548.8044.qmail@web40527.mail.yahoo.com> jenarey@comcast.net wrote: >>Frances raised an eyebrow, thinking back to the times she'd spent with Ratso. He'd been a hero, a charmer, a joker, an expert. Shy, no that word had never entered her mental vocabulary when thinking of him. She laughed "Just accept it Ratso, and enjoy it!" Muse continued to blush, looking down at the box of chocolates that she'd set on the table, though her fingers twined gently with Ratso's. Relationships of any sort were a strange thrill for the petite woman, and she was just as glad to accept things slowly.<< Ratso's heart gave a little leap when Muse touched him. "Guess you're right there," he said softly. "Well, lemme walk dis little lady back to da kitchen, den I'll take ya wherever ya wanna go. Unless..." He turned his lady's face up so he could look in her eyes. "Did ya wanna come wit us?" Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sat Oct 23 05:53:17 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041023045317.27424.qmail@web40526.mail.yahoo.com> OOC: Ignore my previous post...I'll merge things in here. :) queenortart wrote: > Gabe looked at the figure standing in the doorway, framed by the darker shadows of the garage. Little more than a boy was his first thought, then he remembered that the other three had been little more than boys when they fought and died a few days ago. When they had slaughtered over half of the family that lived in this house. The noise of his sword sliding from it's sheath was a thin metallic whisper in the night air. "He has broken the Covenant and killed people, there is only one punishment for that." Gabe addressed the youth, "are you going to admit to your transgressions here and now, or are you going to make this difficult for us as well as distasteful?" The silver of Gabes blade, his stance keeping it hidden from a casual glance, glinted by his leg in the moonlight. > > Natalia didn't even have to glance at Gabe to know what she was supposed to do if things turned rocky. Her stance shifted ever so slightly so that she could move one way and he the other if the boy chose to run. Judging by stance and bluster she suspected they'd have a fight, if not a chase on their hands. Meg was shocked at what came out of the garage. "He's just a kid, for Christ's sake!" Part of her knew he had to die, should die, for what he'd done, but she felt uncomfortable about it. Wendy flew over to the boy cautiously. "He'd kinda cute," she said, then shot back to Sal's shoulder before she got close enough for him to touch her. >>Gordie stood calmly in the doorway, although he was anything but calm. He breathed in open mouthed, taking in the scents of the people outside, mentally ticking them off, identifying the wolf, the dog, and the two stranger scents which must belong to the two who had been here that night. He wished he could remember it all, but there were big holes in his memory, when he'd been out of control. There was still one more scent than people and that worried him. He folded his arms in front of him nonchalantly, his brain racing trying to work out what to do. He wanted nothing more than to be back home with his family, eating his mom's meatloaf, watching a game on the TV with his dad. "What's the covenant?" he growled.<< Meg walked over to Gabe, making sure that she didn't block his view of the boy at any point. "Look Cap," she whispered. "I know you're in charge here, and I know what this kid did. But...I also remember how I felt, that first night. Hell, the first full moon entirely! If it hadn't been for Callum, and me being at HQ, where I felt safe...I don't know what I would have done. Shouldn't we talk to him first? Do we have to just...just kill him? It doesn't seem right, somehow." Wendy stayed on Sal's shoulder, holding onto her friend. Her eyes were wide as she watched the young boy. "He doesn't look like a vicious killer," she whispered in Sal's ear. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sat Oct 23 05:57:26 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: <20041022235156.87366.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20041023045726.76634.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: > He folded his arms in front of him nonchalantly, his > brain racing trying to work out what to do. He > wanted nothing more than to be back home with his > family, eating his mom's meatloaf, watching a game on > the TV with his dad. > "What's the covenant?" he growled. >>Gabe had been studying the boy. The Covenant didn't seem to mean anything to him, he was either a lot tougher than Gabe thought, or things were about to get a lot more complicated. "Boy, you had best not be playing with us. You have got two choices here. One, let us cuff you and take you to headquarters, or you can try and run." He hoped the boy would run, it would make things a lot simpler and Gabe wanted to get justice for the Newlanders.<< "Don't fight, kid," Meg advised, her voice a low growl now. "I'd rather not have to fight you, or kill you, but I will if I have to." She looked straight into his eyes, trying to establish dominance. She was older, after all. She couldn't afford to look weak. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sat Oct 23 06:02:39 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <102020041932.490.4176BD490003084A000001EA2200735834970A9D0 E 020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20041023050239.40208.qmail@web40522.mail.yahoo.com> jenarey@comcast.net wrote: >>"It is not the building we wished to collect upon... rather it's a personal debt that needs to be settled by the owner. I don't suppose you have a forwarding address ?" Morganis caught the sadness, he was tempted to probe the mind in front of him, the old man disturbed him - here was a man not surprised by people flying and who knew where they were both from... something was wrong with this picture. > Slowly Morganis gave a step forward. "Perhaps sir, we can talk frankly... " he said simply but invitingly. Marie nodded as the man identified where they were from, but she kept silent as Morgan continued on, taking the opportunity to get a good look at the area. Something about all of this was giving her the wiggins, which was never a good sign. As Morgan stepped forward she turned her attention back to the conversation at hand, trying not to do anything silly like startle out of her shoes at every little sound. She was a professional, dangit!<< The man nodded. "I reckon we'd better. Why don't ya'll come inside? It's a mite more comfortable than standin' out here on the sidewalk." A slight smile touched his lips. "There ain't no trap, if that's what you're a thinkin'. You can search my mind if ya like, so you'll know I'm tellin' the truth. Go on. I'm used to it after all these years." Tag From queenortart at gmail.com Sat Oct 23 11:36:29 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: <20041022190813.69665.qmail@web40526.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041022190813.69665.qmail@web40526.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > Jessie continued to hold the girl. "Are you feeling > better?" she finally asked quietly. "Why don't you > have a little more to eat? I'll see if we can find a > room for you." > > She took a peek at the wound on Miranda's neck. They > seemed to be healing up, and since the attack had > happened on Monday, she didn't think a transfusion > would be necessary. Miranda nodded, "Yes please, I'm really hungry, I couldn't even get a cup of coffee earlier on, nobody could see me, or hear me. It was really scary." She took a deep draft of the chocolate, and looked back at the doctor, with a moustache of froth, which she licked off. She could see a damp rumpled patch on the doctor's clothing, where she'd cried. "I think that's the nicest thing I've ever tasted! I don't even know your name, I'm sorry to be so pathetic, it's been a really long day." tag From queenortart at gmail.com Sat Oct 23 11:39:37 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: <20041023044548.8044.qmail@web40527.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041023044548.8044.qmail@web40527.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > Ratso's heart gave a little leap when Muse touched him. "Guess you're right there," he said softly. "Well, lemme walk dis little lady back to da kitchen, den I'll take ya wherever ya wanna go. Unless..." > > He turned his lady's face up so he could look in her eyes. "Did ya wanna come wit us?" "Come on with us Muse, I want to go and say hello to the Commander and Jessie, I guess everyone else is out on patrol?" tag From queenortart at gmail.com Sat Oct 23 11:57:05 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: <20041023045317.27424.qmail@web40526.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041023045317.27424.qmail@web40526.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > Meg was shocked at what came out of the garage. "He's just a kid, for Christ's sake!" Part of her knew he had to die, should die, for what he'd done, but she felt uncomfortable about it. > > Wendy flew over to the boy cautiously. "He'd kinda cute," she said, then shot back to Sal's shoulder before she got close enough for him to touch her. > > >>Gordie stood calmly in the doorway, although he was anything but calm. > He breathed in open mouthed, taking in the scents of the people > outside, mentally ticking them off, identifying the wolf, the dog, and > the two stranger scents which must belong to the two who had been here > that night. He wished he could remember it all, but there were big > holes in his memory, when he'd been out of control. There was still > one more scent than people and that worried him. Gordie saw the strangest thing - it was a tiny little fairy all shiny and irridescent flying around. His eyes opened wide, and he attributed the unknown smell to her. She smelt of honey and sugar and spice, and chocolate. Angie would love to see this, like a real life barbie doll, but with wings! He really wanted to touch her and see if she was real. He mentally shook himself, returning to the important stuff. > He folded his arms in front of him nonchalantly, his brain racing > trying to work out what to do. He wanted nothing more than to be back > home with his family, eating his mom's meatloaf, watching a game on > the TV with his dad. > > "What's the covenant?" he growled.<< > > Meg walked over to Gabe, making sure that she didn't block his view of the boy at any point. "Look Cap," she whispered. "I know you're in charge here, and I know what this kid did. But...I also remember how I felt, that first night. Hell, the first full moon entirely! If it hadn't been for Callum, and me being at HQ, where I felt safe...I don't know what I would have done. Shouldn't we talk to him first? Do we have to just...just kill him? It doesn't seem right, somehow." > > Wendy stayed on Sal's shoulder, holding onto her friend. Her eyes were wide as she watched the young boy. "He doesn't look like a vicious killer," she whispered in Sal's ear. He waited, breathing heavily, unsure of what to do. He was completely outnumbered, and he'd seen a flash of metal. He knew he was going to be toast if he moved, and remembered what Rickie looked like with his guts spilled out on the floor. "Please... please don't kill me. I never meant to do anything wrong, it all just kinda happened, I never meant for any of this." tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Oct 24 01:39:01 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041024003901.7545.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > he was going to be toast if he moved, and remembered > what Rickie looked like with his guts spilled out on > the floor. > "Please... please don't kill me. I never meant to do > anything wrong, it all just kinda happened, I never > meant for any of this." Gabe realised that it was going to be difficult, "save the story for downtown. On the floor, on your front, arms out." [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sun Oct 24 03:40:51 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: <20041024003901.7545.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20041024024051.60591.qmail@web40525.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: > he was going to be toast if he moved, and remembered > what Rickie looked like with his guts spilled out on > the floor. > "Please... please don't kill me. I never meant to do > anything wrong, it all just kinda happened, I never > meant for any of this." >>Gabe realised that it was going to be difficult, "save the story for downtown. On the floor, on your front, arms out."<< "Do it, kid." Meg stood ready, just in case the wolf decided to run. From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sun Oct 24 04:22:34 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041024032234.20812.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> queenortart wrote: >>Miranda nodded, "Yes please, I'm really hungry, I couldn't even get a cup of coffee earlier on, nobody could see me, or hear me. It was really scary." She took a deep draft of the chocolate, and looked back at the doctor, with a moustache of froth, which she licked off. She could see a damp rumpled patch on the doctor's clothing, where she'd cried. "I think that's the nicest thing I've ever tasted! I don't even know your name, I'm sorry to be so pathetic, it's been a really long day."<< "I'm Dr. Sinclair, but you can call me Jessie," the petite blonde said. "I'm glad your friend steered you here. If anyone can help, the Guardians can. Now, where would you like to sleep? You can stay down here, or we can find you a room. I think there may be extra rooms for guests. If not, you can stay in my room for a while. I can have an extra bed put in. I also have an office with a sofa, so you could sleep in there. I have a project to work on, so I'll be down here most of the night." Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sun Oct 24 04:24:21 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041024032421.39257.qmail@web40528.mail.yahoo.com> queenortart wrote: > Ratso's heart gave a little leap when Muse touched him. "Guess you're right there," he said softly. "Well, lemme walk dis little lady back to da kitchen, den I'll take ya wherever ya wanna go. Unless..." > > He turned his lady's face up so he could look in her eyes. "Did ya wanna come wit us?" "Come on with us Muse, I want to go and say hello to the Commander and Jessie, I guess everyone else is out on patrol?" "Yeah." Ratso stood, but he didn't let go of Muse's hand. "We always got a lot goin' on after full moon. Hard ta woik when yer a rat for tree nights." From ajventer at gmail.com Sun Oct 24 09:13:10 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <20041022233501.99837.qmail@web25703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <7f39e5bc0410220814771177c5@mail.gmail.com> <20041022233501.99837.qmail@web25703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04102401131ee907c9@mail.gmail.com> > > "Of course ! The masquarade ! I know where it is. I > > used to gig in a small pub just down the street from > > where it was being built, I'm guessing it's open now > > then. Fuckin 'eh. Take the next right, I'll guide > > you." > > The tyres chirped as Evan followed Damien's > instructions, "so, this gaff, big place is it?" He > asked Damien. Damien shook his head. "Dunno dude, I mean they was still building it last time I was 'round 'ere. Looked like a pretty fuckin' ambitious project for a club tho.... here take the next left, it should be on yer right hand side about two blocks down." 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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at gmail.com Sun Oct 24 09:15:58 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <20041023050239.40208.qmail@web40522.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041023050239.40208.qmail@web40522.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc041024011531e9f571@mail.gmail.com> > > > Slowly Morganis gave a step forward. "Perhaps sir, we can talk frankly... " he said simply but invitingly. > > Marie nodded as the man identified where they were from, but she kept silent as Morgan continued on, taking the opportunity to get a good look at the area. Something about all of this was giving her the wiggins, which was never a good sign. As Morgan stepped forward she turned her attention back to the conversation at hand, trying not to do anything silly like startle out of her shoes at every little sound. She was a professional, dangit!<< > > The man nodded. "I reckon we'd better. Why don't ya'll come inside? It's a mite more comfortable than standin' out here on the sidewalk." > > A slight smile touched his lips. "There ain't no trap, if that's what you're a thinkin'. You can search my mind if ya like, so you'll know I'm tellin' the truth. Go on. I'm used to it after all these years." > Morgan looked at Marie, and sent a thought to her mind. ~I'm convinced this guy knows who we are... that he was somehow... expecting us.~ He looked thoughtfull for a second as he reached in. ~Also... either he is telling the truth... or he is best lyer I've ever encounterred... I feel at a disadvantage here... we need more information... I think we should accept his invitation... but I'm still wary of it... ~ tag From ajventer at gmail.com Sun Oct 24 09:30:06 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: <20041024024051.60591.qmail@web40525.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041024003901.7545.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> <20041024024051.60591.qmail@web40525.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc041024013041cb0917@mail.gmail.com> > Mik Reed wrote: > > he was going to be toast if he moved, and remembered > > what Rickie looked like with his guts spilled out on > > the floor. > > "Please... please don't kill me. I never meant to do > > anything wrong, it all just kinda happened, I never > > meant for any of this." > > >>Gabe realised that it was going to be difficult, "save > the story for downtown. On the floor, on your front, > arms out."<< > > "Do it, kid." Meg stood ready, just in case the wolf decided to run. > Sal was having a major set of conflicting emotions... the dog side of her anyway... it wanted justice for the newlanders... but it also had that instinctive dog reaction to boys of a certain age and mentality... it said 'friend'. ~Shit dog~ she thought to herself, ~try finding THIS one in the rule book.~ She spent another moment looking at him... then decided this was one best handled by Sal the girl... not Sal the dog. She looked at the boy and spoke. She was completely honest and trite, if there was one thing you had to say for Sal - she had no idea how to ever be anything else. "Kiddo, part of me wants to suggest that you should be on your back instead of your stomache" she said, glancing lower down... "but we know what happened in there..." she shook her head sadly, "I don't think you wanted to harm anyone... but you did..." if anything Sal knew THAT story, perhaps not on this level... but still. "Lie down kiddo, let us take you in... I'll try to watch your back... but I can't do nuffin' for you less you come quietly... " She felt a pang of guilt as she thought about the two newlander boys back at HQ - they would not be happy about this... but she could smell the fear coming of him, he knew he was beaten, she could smell regret too... untill now she had never known that you could smell that... yet somehow it was unmistakably what she was smelling... "Please kiddo, just hit the deck... there is erm a part of me that wants to be your friend... and ask anybody... my friendship is a very valuable thing... please don't force me to be your enemy instead... just please come quietly." She shook her face trying to hide the tear building on her cheek, this was without a doubt the most girlish she had ever felt. She looked over at Gabe, she wanted to leave, go sit in the car, not have to admit she HAD a girlish side... but she had made a promisse of loyalty, she couldn't back down now, she wouldn't be Sal if she did. She looked the boy over one more time. "Please kiddo, just please... lie down, let us take you in..." 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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at gmail.com Sun Oct 24 09:36:33 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: <20041024032234.20812.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041024032234.20812.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04102401363ed4f2ef@mail.gmail.com> On Sat, 23 Oct 2004 20:22:34 -0700 (PDT), Kathy Perkins wrote: > queenortart wrote: > >>Miranda nodded, "Yes please, I'm really hungry, I couldn't even get a > cup of coffee earlier on, nobody could see me, or hear me. It was > really scary." > > She took a deep draft of the chocolate, and looked back at the doctor, > with a moustache of froth, which she licked off. She could see a damp > rumpled patch on the doctor's clothing, where she'd cried. > > "I think that's the nicest thing I've ever tasted! I don't even know > your name, I'm sorry to be so pathetic, it's been a really long day."<< > > "I'm Dr. Sinclair, but you can call me Jessie," the petite blonde said. "I'm glad your friend steered you here. If anyone can help, the Guardians can. Now, where would you like to sleep? You can stay down here, or we can find you a room. I think there may be extra rooms for guests. If not, you can stay in my room for a while. I can have an extra bed put in. I also have an office with a sofa, so you could sleep in there. I have a project to work on, so I'll be down here most of the night." > > Her comm bad buzzed lightly, then Jay's voice came through. "Hello my love. Sorry to bother you, but we just got to this clearing... you're the forensic pathologist... no sign of the bad guy so far... anything specific we should look out for ?" Jay waited for her answer... he had deliberately not asked her to come, he had the good excuse that he knew she may be needed at sickbay... but that was not his real reason... he knew how she must feel about this place... best if she did not have to visit it again... but he had no choice about being here. Perhaps protecting her from a guardian job she was actually better suited to would be viewed as wrong by some people, probably by Jessie as well if she knew... but Jay wouldn't be Jay if he did not try to protect the woman he loved... still they had been scouring the clearing for half and hour... and not found anything... so now... he was... stuck... he needed her advice." tags -- "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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at gmail.com Sun Oct 24 09:40:32 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Stephanie, Callum] In-Reply-To: References: <822953940456948660@unknownmsgid> <7f39e5bc04101910281d416ec6@mail.gmail.com> <200410201414.56095.ajventer@direqlearn.org> <7f39e5bc0410201335706281fb@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04102401404c8df801@mail.gmail.com> > > Jay looked at his comrade. > > "Oh we're going to stick him allright" he said, nodding at the > > broadsword lying by his feet, a moment later he pulled into the > > clearing. > > "Right now though, let's find some clues." > > "Aye, let's get on with it then..." Callum jumped out after him, and > started trying to see and smell whatever he could. > > Jay nodded and they began, Callums nose and his eyes scouring the area for anything they hadn't known was there already... and finding nothing much... not even a trail... it must have been raining to wash even the smell away so completely and so fast. After half an hour, Jay got up from where he was kneeling after having picked up the wrong rock. "We're doing this wrong... there must be something here... nobody leaves no trail... hang on, I'm gonna buzz Jessie and ask for some advice... she's the expert after all." He padded his comm badge and asked to be patched through directly to the infirmary. tag OOC: Follow up AFTER Jessie responds in "New Patient" -- "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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Oct 24 10:13:19 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04102401131ee907c9@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20041024091319.80571.qmail@web25704.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > > The tyres chirped as Evan followed Damien's > > instructions, "so, this gaff, big place is it?" He > > asked Damien. > Damien shook his head. "Dunno dude, I mean they was > still building it last time I was 'round 'ere. > Looked like a pretty fuckin' ambitious project for a > club tho.... here take the next left, it should be on > yer right hand side about two blocks down." Turning the van once more Evan let out a murmur of a groan as the club came in to sight, "fuckin' ada, bit posh innit?" He looked across at Damiens leather jacket then down to his own crumpled shirt. "Ow we gonna get in there? Reckon yer need a whistle t' get fru the door." Taking the next side road he pulled the van to a halt, as he slid round to wait for Damien's reply he finally spotted what he'd missed in his rush to get out of the dark Guardians basement, luckily the three day old vomit down the back of the drivers seat was pretty dry and crispy. He wished he couldn't say he'd been in worse situations. "Fuck, some buggers spewed dahn the back of me seat..." [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at gmail.com Sun Oct 24 10:38:28 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <20041024091319.80571.qmail@web25704.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <7f39e5bc04102401131ee907c9@mail.gmail.com> <20041024091319.80571.qmail@web25704.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc041024023876c3b1a7@mail.gmail.com> > Turning the van once more Evan let out a murmur of a > groan as the club came in to sight, "fuckin' ada, bit > posh innit?" He looked across at Damiens leather > jacket then down to his own crumpled shirt. "Ow we > gonna get in there? Reckon yer need a whistle t' get > fru the door." > > Taking the next side road he pulled the van to a halt, > as he slid round to wait for Damien's reply he finally > spotted what he'd missed in his rush to get out of the > dark Guardians basement, luckily the three day old > vomit down the back of the drivers seat was pretty dry > and crispy. He wished he couldn't say he'd been in > worse situations. "Fuck, some buggers spewed dahn the > back of me seat..." Damien sat thoughtfull for a moment... "I think I got a way in... " he said softly... "and no offense, but the vomit might actually fuckin' elp." he pulled out his cellphone, and dialed a number. "Hello Edrich, yeah, been too long. Listen I need you to tell me something... who manages the music at a place called the masquerade ?" "Yeah I know they won't play my style, but hell a guy's gotta try anyway - in this fucking town... ah thanks dude." Then he called the number he recieved from his friend. "Hello, hi this is Jack Strohm of the Masquerade, we need to cancel the main act for tonight... we've got an A-band available and we cannot pass it up. Yes I understand there will be a cancellation fee. Yes it's fine sir, thank you very much." Finally, he dialed directory enquiries and got the number for the Masquerade. ~Time to find out if rockers can also act.~ "Hello, the stage manager please. Thanks I'll hold...." "Ah good day sir, I'm sorry to inform you so late, but the band for your main act tonight can't make it, the lead singer is in ICU - he od'd. We got a backup band on the way to you, they should be almost there, their called... Bleak Vomit" "Yes I know you don't normally play metal there, but it's all we have available. Yes thank you very much sir, yes please do inform the bouncers." He hung up the phone. "I once got my band heard at Madison Square Garden before a game with that stunt" he said grinning evilly. "I got my guitar in the back, and I can sing as you know... their gonna let us in, we're gonna have the perfect observation space right on the stage... and we're gonna get to see what happens back stage... I got my guitar in the back - obviously - and I can sing... whatcha gonna do dude ?" 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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Oct 24 11:05:00 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc041024023876c3b1a7@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20041024100500.22148.qmail@web25708.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > He hung up the phone. "I once got my band heard at > Madison Square Garden before a game with > that stunt" he said grinning evilly. "I got my > guitar in the back, and I can sing as you know... > their gonna let us in, we're gonna have the > perfect observation space right on the stage... and > we're gonna get to see what happens back stage... I > got my guitar in the back - obviously > - and I can sing... whatcha gonna do dude ?" The colour had been draining from Evan's face as the phone conversation had gone on, his attempts to catch Damiens attention with his head shaking and throat slicing gestures had failed spectacularly. "Er, wot d' yer mean wot can I do? I ain't never been on a stage in me life. An' dahnt yer need more n a geezer wiv a guitar t' be a band?" Despite his reservations he had started up the van once more and started to head back towards the club, looking for the staff entrance.. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at gmail.com Sun Oct 24 12:27:13 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <20041024100500.22148.qmail@web25708.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <7f39e5bc041024023876c3b1a7@mail.gmail.com> <20041024100500.22148.qmail@web25708.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0410240427438905aa@mail.gmail.com> On Sun, 24 Oct 2004 11:05:00 +0100 (BST), Mik Reed wrote: > > He hung up the phone. "I once got my band heard at > > Madison Square Garden before a game with > > that stunt" he said grinning evilly. "I got my > > guitar in the back, and I can sing as you know... > > their gonna let us in, we're gonna have the > > perfect observation space right on the stage... and > > we're gonna get to see what happens back stage... I > > got my guitar in the back - obviously > > - and I can sing... whatcha gonna do dude ?" > > The colour had been draining from Evan's face as the > phone conversation had gone on, his attempts to catch > Damiens attention with his head shaking and throat > slicing gestures had failed spectacularly. "Er, wot d' > yer mean wot can I do? I ain't never been on a stage > in me life. An' dahnt yer need more n a geezer wiv a > guitar t' be a band?" > > Despite his reservations he had started up the van > once more and started to head back towards the club, > looking for the staff entrance.. > > Damien stared at him. Here was a problem, the merest possibillity of which had simply not occured to him. Surely everyone learned SOME music right ? He looked at Evan's face again to make sure his partner wasn't jesting, then sat back in thought. "Okay dude, here's the plan, it takes great skill to learn to be a good drummer - but everybody can fake the basics. I'm going to give you a crash course. Places like these always have their own drumsets because they take so long to set up." When the van stopped Damien looked him up and down. "I'm gonna make this really simple for you. I'll have to be good enough so they don't notice... look closely." When you're behind the set, you'll see a bunch of drums of different sizes, ignore them all. There is one big one on the ground by your feet, and on directly on top of it, and then one directly to the right of that - you only concern yourself with those. You hit the one on top with your left stick, at a steady rythm, dum-dum-dum-dum" he tapped his left forefinger on the dash to demonstrate. "Every third beat, you ALSO hit the one ot the right using the right stick" Damien demonstrated this: "dum-dum-dwa-dum-dum-dwa" and then on every 8th you skip the hits, and press the pedal for the big one at your feet instead." like so. "dum-dum-dwa-dum-dum-dwa-dum-dum-boom !" "Just do that all night. If you see me pointing at you, skip the next beat with your left hand and bang the cymbal instead -- put all that together, I can play half the rock songs ever written. Think you can handle it ? I'll show you again with the real stuff as well." 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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Oct 24 13:50:01 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc0410240427438905aa@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20041024125001.9035.qmail@web25704.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Damien stared at him. Here was a problem, the merest > possibillity of which had simply not occured to him. > Surely everyone learned SOME music right ? > He looked at Evan's face again to make sure his > partner wasn't jesting, then sat back in thought. > "Okay dude, here's the plan, it takes great skill to > learn to be a good drummer - but everybody can fake > the basics. I'm going to give you a crash course. > Places like these always have their own drumsets > because they take so long to set up." "Gotcha, that's the kit bit sorted." > When the van stopped Damien looked him up and down. > "I'm gonna make this really simple for you. I'll > have to be good enough so they don't notice... look > closely." > When you're behind the set, you'll see a bunch of > drums of different sizes, ignore them all. There is > one big one on the ground by your feet, and on > directly on top of it, and then one directly to the > right of that - you only concern yourself with > those. You hit the one on top with your left stick, > at a steady rythm, dum-dum-dum-dum" he tapped > his left forefinger on the dash to demonstrate. > "Every third beat, you ALSO hit the one ot the right > using the right stick" Damien demonstrated > this: "dum-dum-dwa-dum-dum-dwa" and then on every > 8th you skip the hits, and press the pedal for the > big one at your feet instead." like so. > "dum-dum-dwa-dum-dum-dwa-dum-dum-boom !" Evan copied Damiens movements, his lips moving slightly as he concentrated on counting along with his hand taps. "An' the drums s'll be aht the back o' the stage right, not lit up s' much?" He asked hopefully. > "Just do that all night. If you see me pointing at > you, skip the next beat with your left hand and bang > the cymbal instead -- put all that together, I can > play half the rock songs ever written. Think you can > handle it ? I'll show you again with the real stuff > as well." Evan nodded towards the door, "s'our best ope now innit." He opened his door and went round to get Damien's guitar. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at gmail.com Sun Oct 24 17:03:21 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <20041024125001.9035.qmail@web25704.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <7f39e5bc0410240427438905aa@mail.gmail.com> <20041024125001.9035.qmail@web25704.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04102409033e6622e2@mail.gmail.com> > > > "Just do that all night. If you see me pointing at > > you, skip the next beat with your left hand and bang > > the cymbal instead -- put all that together, I can > > play half the rock songs ever written. Think you can > > handle it ? I'll show you again with the real stuff > > as well." > > Evan nodded towards the door, "s'our best ope now > innit." He opened his door and went round to get > Damien's guitar. Damien took the gibson, nodded at his friend and led the way to the staff door where he knocked carefully. A slider in front of a small window opened in the door and a bouncer looked out. "Yeah." "Bleak Vomit ?" Damien said. "Oh right, come on in. Yous guys is late." "Yeah we best hurry up on to the stage." Damien thought about what he had shown Evan, it was good if greatly simplified variation on the standard blues rythm. Tonight, the drums would lack the personality you get from a drummer who knows how to adapt to the specific song... but maybe, just maybe he could work with it anyway... The bouncer led them through the throngs of waiters to the backstage, where the stage manager was waiting. On the stage itself, the previous band was already packing up. "You guys were bloody late. How do I introduce you ?" "Just say Bleak Vomit" said Damien. The stage manager rolled his eyes. "Bloody stupid metalheads." But as he walked out onto the stage in front of the curtains he was all ingratiating smiiles. "Ladies and gentleman, our main act of the evening, promissing young band... Bleak Vomit" he called out, and his well practised stage-repertoire actually got them applause. Damien led Evan on behind the curtain, pointing to the drumkit. "Start playing so long, on the first song, the drummer always starts first.... oh and one last thing, if you make a mistake... DO NOT STOP, just go on like it didn't happen. You ready dude ? Sorry to dump you into it like this, but we gotta get a chance to see what goes on in here." 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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Oct 24 17:14:13 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04102409033e6622e2@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20041024161413.74115.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > "Ladies and gentleman, our main act of the evening, > promissing young band... Bleak Vomit" he called out, > and his well practised stage-repertoire actually got > them applause. > Damien led Evan on behind the curtain, pointing to > the drumkit. > "Start playing so long, on the first song, the > drummer always starts first.... oh and one last > thing, if you make a mistake... DO NOT STOP, > just go on like it didn't happen. You ready dude ? > Sorry to dump you into it like this, but we gotta > get a chance to see what goes on in here." Evan perched up on the stool, looking at all of the drums arrayed in front of him, trying to remember which ones to hit. Hit, as the compere finished his introduction and the curtain started to raise Evan realised he didn't have any sticks yet. He looked around anxiously, spotting a couple of pairs in a holder attached to the stool and grabbed them thankfully. It was all quiet as his eyes moved up and out, sticks raised. Beyond the glare of the lights he could just make out the people in the full room. Looking at them both. Squinting for a better look he started to realise how a rabbit must feel when illuminated by the car head lights. Damien was looking at him... "Shit," He said and his voice was picked up by a microphone he hadn't spotted among the mass of drums. He hit the skin of the drum above the vertical bass and started to count, picking which of the drums on his right to hit on the third beat pretty much at random... [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From queenortart at gmail.com Sun Oct 24 17:14:42 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc041024013041cb0917@mail.gmail.com> References: <20041024003901.7545.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> <20041024024051.60591.qmail@web40525.mail.yahoo.com> <7f39e5bc041024013041cb0917@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > > >>Gabe realised that it was going to be difficult, "save > > the story for downtown. On the floor, on your front, > > arms out."<< > > > > "Do it, kid." Meg stood ready, just in case the wolf decided to run. > > > Sal was having a major set of conflicting emotions... the dog side of > her anyway... it wanted justice for the newlanders... but it also had > that instinctive dog reaction to boys of a certain age and > mentality... it said 'friend'. > ~Shit dog~ she thought to herself, ~try finding THIS one in the rule book.~ > She spent another moment looking at him... then decided this was one > best handled by Sal the girl... not Sal the dog. > She looked at the boy and spoke. She was completely honest and trite, > if there was one thing you had to say for Sal - she had no idea how to > ever be anything else. > "Kiddo, part of me wants to suggest that you should be on your back > instead of your stomache" she said, glancing lower down... "but we > know what happened in there..." she shook her head sadly, "I don't > think you wanted to harm anyone... but you did..." if anything Sal > knew THAT story, perhaps not on this level... but still. > "Lie down kiddo, let us take you in... I'll try to watch your back... > but I can't do nuffin' for you less you come quietly... " > She felt a pang of guilt as she thought about the two newlander boys > back at HQ - they would not be happy about this... but she could smell > the fear coming of him, he knew he was beaten, she could smell regret > too... untill now she had never known that you could smell that... yet > somehow it was unmistakably what she was smelling... > "Please kiddo, just hit the deck... there is erm a part of me that > wants to be your friend... and ask anybody... my friendship is a very > valuable thing... please don't force me to be your enemy instead... > just please come quietly." > She shook her face trying to hide the tear building on her cheek, this > was without a doubt the most girlish she had ever felt. She looked > over at Gabe, she wanted to leave, go sit in the car, not have to > admit she HAD a girlish side... but she had made a promisse of > loyalty, she couldn't back down now, she wouldn't be Sal if she did. > She looked the boy over one more time. > "Please kiddo, just please... lie down, let us take you in..." > Gordie looked at them all, it didn't seem like he had any choice, and he could really use a friend right now. He'd never been friends with a girl, they had just been something to talk about and attempt to spy on from the locker room. They'd soon found it was nothing like the movies though, no handy duct leading between the genders. This would be something to talk about with the football team. Then he realised that he was probably never going back to the football team and his face fell. "Okay. okay I'm doing it. " He knelt down on the floor, and put his arms out, in a cruxiform pattern. From queenortart at gmail.com Sun Oct 24 17:21:34 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: <20041024032234.20812.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041024032234.20812.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > "I'm Dr. Sinclair, but you can call me Jessie," the petite blonde said. "I'm glad your friend steered you here. If anyone can help, the Guardians can. Now, where would you like to sleep? You can stay down here, or we can find you a room. I think there may be extra rooms for guests. If not, you can stay in my room for a while. I can have an extra bed put in. I also have an office with a sofa, so you could sleep in there. I have a project to work on, so I'll be down here most of the night." > "I'm glad too." Miranda said quietly, thinking about Victoria, and feeling a little guilty that she'd stopped worrying about her for a few minutes whilst she remember the vampires. "Whatever's easiest - honestly." From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Oct 24 17:26:36 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041024162636.52149.qmail@web25702.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > "Okay. okay I'm doing it. " He knelt down on the > floor, and put his arms out, in a cruxiform pattern. The boys actions broke the tense stand off and Gabe was momentarily releaved. Then he started to consider what the next options were, none of them looked attractive. "Meg, can you cuff him. The rest of you, keep alert in case he is stupid enough to try something. I will get a blanket from the car to cover him up a bit and we can take him straight back to HQ." [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at gmail.com Sun Oct 24 17:29:54 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <20041024161413.74115.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <7f39e5bc04102409033e6622e2@mail.gmail.com> <20041024161413.74115.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04102409296cb9ce72@mail.gmail.com> > > "Ladies and gentleman, our main act of the evening, > > promissing young band... Bleak Vomit" he called out, > > and his well practised stage-repertoire actually got > > them applause. > > Damien led Evan on behind the curtain, pointing to > > the drumkit. > > "Start playing so long, on the first song, the > > drummer always starts first.... oh and one last > > thing, if you make a mistake... DO NOT STOP, > > just go on like it didn't happen. You ready dude ? > > Sorry to dump you into it like this, but we gotta > > get a chance to see what goes on in here." > > Evan perched up on the stool, looking at all of the > drums arrayed in front of him, trying to remember > which ones to hit. Hit, as the compere finished his > introduction and the curtain started to raise Evan > realised he didn't have any sticks yet. He looked > around anxiously, spotting a couple of pairs in a > holder attached to the stool and grabbed them > thankfully. It was all quiet as his eyes moved up and > out, sticks raised. Beyond the glare of the lights he > could just make out the people in the full room. > Looking at them both. Squinting for a better look he > started to realise how a rabbit must feel when > illuminated by the car head lights. > > Damien was looking at him... "Shit," He said and his > voice was picked up by a microphone he hadn't spotted > among the mass of drums. He hit the skin of the drum > above the vertical bass and started to count, picking > which of the drums on his right to hit on the third > beat pretty much at random... > Damien nodded approvingly at him, from where he was standing at the back of the stage, without meaning to his comrade was actually playing pretty damn good. The alteration on the third beat gave the rythm personality... damn impressive, the guy had talent... Damien decided there and then that he would have to buy Evan a drumkit of his own... the guy had real potential. Then he strutted toward the front of the stage, he had already made up his mind what to start with, something old and classic, something Evan might know... and something any crowd loves. As he got to the front of the stage he let the essence of music run through him, freeing him, and he did a flourishing heel spin as he slammed down onto his knees while sending the first loud chord screaming across the loudspeakers. The guitar died out, he hadn't strum it again, he looked up from his perched position to the microphone slowly, and then began to sing, almost a whisper... he may be doing covers, but he was gonna make them his own. "Johnny used to work on the docks" he sang slowly. "Unions went on strike... his down on his luck... it's tough... so fucking tough." He jumped up and suddenly the gibson came alive with his voice... "Tina works a diner all day" "Working for her man, she brings home her pay for love... for love..." And then it was pure passion he was pouring from the stage, it didn't MATTER if the listener liked rock... he was making it a drug. "She say we gotta hold on... to what we got !!!" "It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not !!!" "We got each other and thats a LOT for love..." ... "Wooooooohooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, were halfway theeeerrreee" "Whoooooooooooohhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiii, living on a prayyyyyyeeeeeeeerr" 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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Sun Oct 24 17:39:19 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04102401363ed4f2ef@mail.gmail.com> References: <20041024032234.20812.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> <7f39e5bc04102401363ed4f2ef@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > Her comm bad buzzed lightly, then Jay's voice came through. > "Hello my love. Sorry to bother you, but we just got to this > clearing... you're the forensic pathologist... no sign of the bad guy > so far... anything specific we should look out for ?" Jay waited for > her answer... he had deliberately not asked her to come, he had the > good excuse that he knew she may be needed at sickbay... but that was > not his real reason... he knew how she must feel about this place... > best if she did not have to visit it again... but he had no choice > about being here. Perhaps protecting her from a guardian job she was > actually better suited to would be viewed as wrong by some people, > probably by Jessie as well if she knew... but Jay wouldn't be Jay if > he did not try to protect the woman he loved... still they had been > scouring the clearing for half and hour... and not found anything... > so now... he was... stuck... he needed her advice." Oh no - there were more bad guys out there. She knew that, but she didn't want to know that. What had she got herself into? She stared down into the cup, feeling apprehension growing inside. From ajventer at gmail.com Sun Oct 24 19:36:50 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: <20041024162636.52149.qmail@web25702.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20041024162636.52149.qmail@web25702.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04102411366c19295c@mail.gmail.com> > The boys actions broke the tense stand off and Gabe > was momentarily releaved. Then he started to consider > what the next options were, none of them looked > attractive. "Meg, can you cuff him. The rest of you, > keep alert in case he is stupid enough to try > something. I will get a blanket from the car to cover > him up a bit and we can take him straight back to HQ." > Sal looked at Wendy. "You're right, he is cute... if he behaves himself... we may have to take care of his education..." she laughed a bit of the old Sal coming back. "He does have a nice butt." When Meg moved forward with the cuffs Sal stepped sideways so she could keep the boy in her view. She was still tense, she was worried he might try something stupid. The ironic bit was she wasn't sure what bothered her more, what he might do... or what she would have to do to him if he did. "This guardian thing is harder than it looks" she said under her breath, "what do you do when the bad guy isn't bad ?" 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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From jenarey at comcast.net Sun Oct 24 21:44:01 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ Message-ID: <102420042044.1736.417C141100076E2A000006C82200750330970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> > "This guardian thing is harder than it looks" she said under her breath, "what do you do when the bad guy isn't bad ?" Natalia shrugged, sword still resting gently against her leg. If the boy moved at all wrong he was going to find himself on the business end of it. "You take things one case at a time. Ignorance isn't an excuse for what happened here, but it means that the situation has to be considered more carefully." From jenarey at comcast.net Sun Oct 24 22:01:59 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] Message-ID: <102420042101.1850.417C1847000759EE0000073A2200734076970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> "Wooooooohooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, were halfway theeeerrreee" "Whoooooooooooohhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiii, living on a prayyyyyyeeeeeeeerr" The music was met with a certain silence from most of the patrons, though a few at least recognized the music. From his position on the balcony, Vincent was instantly on his feet and shouting orders into the communication systems. "Who is that on the stage? Get them off now!" Vincent took a great deal of pride in the club that he had created and such a display was far from what was allowed and he was not about to allow it to continue. Lord Connon covered a feral smile as he and Victoria approached Vincent, watching the other man fume. "A problem, M'lord Vincent?" "Nothing that can't be taken care of. Staff will remove that refuse from the stage. I wish Victoria to remove the stage manager to the lower levels. There will be a new opening in our ranks tonight." Vincent's voice was heavy, but firm and Victoria inclined her head, moving away from Connon and returning towards the stairs. For Gerrad's part he kept his attention on Grace, finally rising to his feet and drifting closer to the vampiress. From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Oct 24 22:05:14 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04102409296cb9ce72@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20041024210514.1569.qmail@web25703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Damien nodded approvingly at him, from where he was > standing at the back of the stage, without meaning > to his comrade was actually playing pretty damn > good. The alteration on the third beat gave the rythm > personality... damn impressive, the guy had > talent... Damien decided there and then that he > would have to buy Evan a drumkit of his own... > the guy had real potential. God this was difficult. Evan found that if he just concentrated on counting the beat and ignored the idea that there was a load of strangers listening to what he was doing it just about worked. He wasn't sure he could keep it up all night though. > Then he strutted toward the front of the stage, he > had already made up his mind what to start with, > something old and classic, something Evan > might know... and something any crowd loves. > As he got to the front of the stage he let the > essence of music run through him, freeing him, and > he did a flourishing heel spin as he slammed down > onto his knees while sending the first loud chord > screaming across the loudspeakers. > The guitar died out, he hadn't strum it again, he > looked up from his perched position to the > microphone slowly, and then began to sing, > almost a whisper... he may be doing covers, but he > was gonna make them his own. > "Johnny used to work on the docks" he sang slowly. > "Unions went on strike... his down on his luck... > it's tough... so fucking tough." > He jumped up and suddenly the gibson came alive with > his voice... > "Tina works a diner all day" > "Working for her man, she brings home her pay for > love... for love..." Evan chanced a look up, the boy could sing. He hoped that would be enough to get them through, he thought he might even recognise the song. > And then it was pure passion he was pouring from the > stage, it didn't MATTER if the listener liked > rock... he was making it a drug. "She say we gotta > hold on... to what we got !!!" > "It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not > !!!" > "We got each other and thats a LOT for love..." > ... > "Wooooooohooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, were > halfway theeeerrreee" > "Whoooooooooooohhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiii, > living on a prayyyyyyeeeeeeeerr" Fuck, it's that bloody Bon Jovi thing. Evan can't suppress the smile, fancy him, sitting on a stage playing peroxide blonde 80's wannabe metal. The smile faded as the thought hit him, he couldn't remember how the song ended. Shouldn't he stop drumming at the end, otherwise the whole thing was going to end up sounding like a poor Jive Bunny cover session. He stared towards Damein, hoping that he would remember to signal the end... [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at direqlearn.org Sun Oct 24 22:25:42 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (ajventer@direqlearn.org) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] Message-ID: <20041024212542.A02BA116@sm4app03.siteprotect.com> On Sun Oct 24 16:01 , jenarey@comcast.net sent: >"Wooooooohooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, were halfway theeeerrreee" >"Whoooooooooooohhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiii, living on a prayyyyyyeeeeeeeerr" > >The music was met with a certain silence from most of the patrons, though a few at least recognized the music. From his position on the balcony, Vincent was instantly on his feet and shouting orders into the communication systems. > >"Who is that on the stage? Get them off now!" Vincent took a great deal of pride in the club that he had created and such a display was far from what was allowed and he was not about to allow it to continue. > >Lord Connon covered a feral smile as he and Victoria approached Vincent, watching the other man fume. "A problem, M'lord Vincent?" > >"Nothing that can't be taken care of. Staff will remove that refuse from the stage. I wish Victoria to remove the stage manager to the lower levels. There will be a new opening in our ranks tonight." Vincent's voice was heavy, but firm and Victoria inclined her head, moving away from Connon and returning towards the stairs. > >For Gerrad's part he kept his attention on Grace, finally rising to his feet and drifting closer to the vampiress. On the stage Damien stood up at the end of the song, surreptitiously signalling Evan to stop. Something was wrong, nobody had sung along. Very few people even appeared to know the song... he had never had so tough a crowd in his entire life. He was scanning the crowd for something to confirm the reports, and he noticed a couple of very big men heading their way. He had to buy some more time, he hadn't seen what he needed to yet... A song that would draw attention, even unhappy attention, anything to slow their progress a bit. He let the guitar start to live. It was a loud and angry riff. As it reached the right moment he signalled Evan to start. "Hooowleeng winds keep screaming round And the rain comes pouring down. Dooors are locked and bolted nooow, As the thing crawls into tooown. Straight outa hell. One of a kind. Stalking his viiictim don't look behind you nightcrawler beware the beast in black nightcrawler you know he's coming back, nightcrawler, crawler crawler." His eyes caught it, far off on the balcony he had almost missed, a redhead, more than six feet tall by the looks of it. She fitted the description perfectly... at least he had confirmed something. From ajventer at direqlearn.org Sun Oct 24 22:33:41 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (ajventer@direqlearn.org) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ Message-ID: <20041024213341.B3FCA119@sm4app03.siteprotect.com> On Sun Oct 24 15:44 , jenarey@comcast.net sent: >> "This guardian thing is harder than it looks" she said under her breath, "what do you do when the bad guy isn't bad ?" > >Natalia shrugged, sword still resting gently against her leg. If the boy moved at all wrong he was going to find himself on the business end of it. "You take things one case at a time. Ignorance isn't an excuse for what happened here, but it means that the situation has to be considered more carefully." Sal looked at her. "My parents were lycan's, the children of lycan's themselves going back many generations... I never had to deal with it being new, I was born changing... it's always been a part of me... it's still hard sometimes... I dunno about you but I feel sorry for him... if it's hard for me, i t must have been hell for him, he had nothing to guide him." tag From jenarey at comcast.net Sun Oct 24 22:44:04 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ Message-ID: <102420042144.18953.417C22240004846900004A092200750784970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> > Sal looked at her. "My parents were lycan's, the children of lycan's themselves going back many generations... I never had to deal with it being new, I was born changing... it's always been a part of me... it's still hard sometimes... I dunno about you but I feel sorry for him... if it's hard for me, i t must have been hell for him, he had nothing to guide him." Natalia shook her head, looking over at the boy. "Perhaps not in the shift. But they came here on purpose. I saw the destruction left behind, the patterns. This wasn't a case of beastial need, of that family being in the wrong place at the wrong time, or the wolves being hungry. A pack takes what they need to survive, in the wild wolves don't kill for sport...but humans do." From queenortart at gmail.com Sun Oct 24 22:48:02 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: <20041024213341.B3FCA119@sm4app03.siteprotect.com> References: <20041024213341.B3FCA119@sm4app03.siteprotect.com> Message-ID: > Sal looked at her. > "My parents were lycan's, the children of lycan's themselves going back many > generations... > I never had to deal with it being new, I was born changing... it's always been a > part of me... > it's still hard sometimes... I dunno about you but I feel sorry for him... if > it's hard for me, i t must have been hell for him, he had nothing to guide him." Gordie lay there, whilst they all talked about him. He didn't know if saying something was going to get him into trouble. The girl sounded sympathetic, but he could smell the adrenaline coming off the others. It was reminiscent of being in a football play. He decided to stay quiet. From jenarey at comcast.net Sun Oct 24 22:54:40 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] Message-ID: <102420042154.26102.417C24A000012249000065F62200745672970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> His eyes caught it, far off on the balcony he had almost missed, a redhead, more than six feet tall by the looks of it. She fitted the description perfectly... at least he had confirmed something. Victoria took the stairs faster than one would think possible in such heels, moving quickly towards the stage. The crowd was falling back from the area, trying to let the bouncers through, which meant some were moving faster and others were impeded by the crowd that was trying to help. She veered towards the electronics booth, drawing her hand across her neck. "Cut the power to the microphone." The man behind the soundstage saw the gesture and cut power, leaving Damien's singing enhanced only by his own vocal power. From ajventer at gmail.com Sun Oct 24 22:53:36 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: References: <20041024213341.B3FCA119@sm4app03.siteprotect.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04102414534b38ea76@mail.gmail.com> On Sun, 24 Oct 2004 22:48:02 +0100, queenortart wrote: > > Sal looked at her. > > "My parents were lycan's, the children of lycan's themselves going back many > > generations... > > I never had to deal with it being new, I was born changing... it's always been a > > part of me... > > it's still hard sometimes... I dunno about you but I feel sorry for him... if > > it's hard for me, i t must have been hell for him, he had nothing to guide him." > > Gordie lay there, whilst they all talked about him. He didn't know if > saying something was going to get him into trouble. The girl sounded > sympathetic, but he could smell the adrenaline coming off the others. > It was reminiscent of being in a football play. He decided to stay > quiet. > Sal sighed. "Did anybody tell him that ?" she shook her head sadly. "I was in there, I smelled the results... I know it wasn't pretty... I just don't want to end up doing something even uglier okay." She stood back from the scene. She felt a bit like sulking, but she fought it down. "I promissed him if he came quietly I would try to help him... I never break a promisse." she said. -- "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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at gmail.com Sun Oct 24 23:13:51 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <-1973594906565562948@unknownmsgid> References: <-1973594906565562948@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0410241513417475ae@mail.gmail.com> > Victoria took the stairs faster than one would think possible in such heels, moving quickly towards the stage. The crowd was falling back from the area, trying to let the bouncers through, which meant some were moving faster and others were impeded by the crowd that was trying to help. She veered towards the electronics booth, drawing her hand across her neck. "Cut the power to the microphone." > > The man behind the soundstage saw the gesture and cut power, leaving Damien's singing >enhanced only by his own vocal power. Daimien, heard the amp dying away, unplugged his guitar, and backed toward Evan. "I got what we came for... and I think we've overstayed our welcome... you did great dude, this was one motherfucking tough crowd." tag From jenarey at comcast.net Sun Oct 24 23:15:55 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ Message-ID: <102420042215.2982.417C299A0005F83E00000BA62200734076970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> > Sal sighed. "Did anybody tell him that ?" she shook her head sadly. > "I was in there, I smelled the results... I know it wasn't pretty... I > just don't want to end up doing something even uglier okay." > > She stood back from the scene. She felt a bit like sulking, but she > fought it down. > "I promissed him if he came quietly I would try to help him... I never > break a promisse." she said. "Tell him what? That oh, by the way, killing people just cause you can is wrong? No one should have to tell someone that. You smelled the results, but you didn't wade through pieces of what used to be a very pretty young woman and her parents, nor get your hide shreaded making them stop. The covenant protects the ignorant to a degree, which is why he's still lying there, but there is still a lot to be dealt with, and it may end up with his death. That's for the management to decide, not you and, unless he does something stupid, not me." She looked towards the car where Gabe was getting the blanket. She'd been fighting these battles too long to melt just because the kid was young. It was likely he'd jumped into all of this without thinking, but that didn't excuse three bodies and two boys without a family. From ajventer at gmail.com Sun Oct 24 23:26:39 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: <8568421278011931684@unknownmsgid> References: <8568421278011931684@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04102415262fd92e9a@mail.gmail.com> > "Tell him what? That oh, by the way, killing people just cause you can is wrong? No one should have to tell someone that. You smelled the results, but you didn't wade through pieces of what used to be a very pretty young woman and her parents, nor get your hide shreaded making them stop. The covenant protects the ignorant to a degree, which is why he's still lying there, but there is still a lot to be dealt with, and it may end up with his death. That's for the management to decide, not you and, unless he does something stupid, not me." She looked towards the car where Gabe was getting the blanket. She'd been fighting these battles too long to melt just because the kid was young. It was likely he'd jumped into all of this without thinking, but that didn't excuse three bodies and two boys without a family. > Sal glared at her. "Do you actually still need me for anything here ? You're the ones with the big weapons after all, and he's found so you don't need my nose anymore." She knew Natalia was right, and that made her even angrier. She lit a ciggarette. "I said I would look out for him if he came quietly... he is coming quietly... what does it make me if I let him die now... I'll plead for him with Sullivan himself if I must, he needs a chance... if he then blows it... believe me - I'll kill him myself." Sal glared angrilly at the world around her. -- "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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From jenarey at comcast.net Sun Oct 24 23:29:56 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] Message-ID: <102420042229.21419.417C2CE3000DBA1E000053AB2200734830970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> > Morgan looked at Marie, and sent a thought to her mind. > ~I'm convinced this guy knows who we are... that he was somehow... expecting us.~ He looked thoughtfull for a second as he reached in. ~Also... either he is telling the truth... or he is best lyer I've ever encounterred... I feel at a disadvantage here... we need more information... I think we should accept his invitation... but I'm still wary of it... ~ Marie looked at the man again before nodding to Morgan. ~I agree. We just need to make sure we're careful and that we have a way out if things go...wrong.~ She shifted her jacket more comfortably over her shoulder. ~We have Al here as an early warning system as well.~ From queenortart at gmail.com Sun Oct 24 23:33:29 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04102415262fd92e9a@mail.gmail.com> References: <8568421278011931684@unknownmsgid> <7f39e5bc04102415262fd92e9a@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: On Mon, 25 Oct 2004 00:26:39 +0200, A.J. Venter wrote: > > "Tell him what? That oh, by the way, killing people just cause you can is wrong? No one should have to tell someone that. You smelled the results, but you didn't wade through pieces of what used to be a very pretty young woman and her parents, nor get your hide shreaded making them stop. The covenant protects the ignorant to a degree, which is why he's still lying there, but there is still a lot to be dealt with, and it may end up with his death. That's for the management to decide, not you and, unless he does something stupid, not me." She looked towards the car where Gabe was getting the blanket. She'd been fighting these battles too long to melt just because the kid was young. It was likely he'd jumped into all of this without thinking, but that didn't excuse three bodies and two boys without a family. > > > Sal glared at her. "Do you actually still need me for anything here ? > You're the ones with the big weapons after all, and he's found so you > don't need my nose anymore." She knew Natalia was right, and that made > her even angrier. > She lit a ciggarette. "I said I would look out for him if he came > quietly... he is coming quietly... what does it make me if I let him > die now... I'll plead for him with Sullivan himself if I must, he > needs a chance... if he then blows it... believe me - I'll kill him > myself." Sal glared angrilly at the world around her. > Gordie had stayed silent for as long as he could. "Please don't kill me," he pleaded. "I never meant to kill those people. I just got all caught up in what was going on." tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sun Oct 24 23:56:30 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041024225630.52430.qmail@web40526.mail.yahoo.com> queenortart wrote: > "I'm Dr. Sinclair, but you can call me Jessie," the petite blonde said. "I'm glad your friend steered you here. If anyone can help, the Guardians can. Now, where would you like to sleep? You can stay down here, or we can find you a room. I think there may be extra rooms for guests. If not, you can stay in my room for a while. I can have an extra bed put in. I also have an office with a sofa, so you could sleep in there. I have a project to work on, so I'll be down here most of the night." > >>"I'm glad too." Miranda said quietly, thinking about Victoria, and feeling a little guilty that she'd stopped worrying about her for a few minutes whilst she remember the vampires. "Whatever's easiest - honestly."<< "My office it is, then," Jessie smiled. "I know how rough things can be after an experience like the one you've had. I'd like to be close by, in case you need me. I'll have the staff bring down some sheets. It's a sleeper sofa, and very comfortable." She buzzed housekeeping to set up the office. > Her comm bad buzzed lightly, then Jay's voice came through. > "Hello my love. Sorry to bother you, but we just got to this > clearing... you're the forensic pathologist... no sign of the bad guy > so far... anything specific we should look out for ?" Jay waited for > her answer... he had deliberately not asked her to come, he had the > good excuse that he knew she may be needed at sickbay... but that was > not his real reason... he knew how she must feel about this place... > best if she did not have to visit it again... but he had no choice > about being here. Perhaps protecting her from a guardian job she was > actually better suited to would be viewed as wrong by some people, > probably by Jessie as well if she knew... but Jay wouldn't be Jay if > he did not try to protect the woman he loved... still they had been > scouring the clearing for half and hour... and not found anything... > so now... he was... stuck... he needed her advice." >>Oh no - there were more bad guys out there. She knew that, but she didn't want to know that. What had she got herself into? She stared down into the cup, feeling apprehension growing inside.<< Jessie patted her hand reassuringly. "Glad to help, Jay. Let's see...does Callum remember where he saw the man last? That would be the place to start. Look for footprints, broken brush, even signs of thread caught on branches. If he can remember where everyone was, chances are that the man ran away from the center of activity. I was...a little out of it then, so I don't remember anything useful, and even if I did, I couldn't be sure it wasn't tainted by the drugs." She tried to keep her voice calm, emotionless, clinical. Inside, though, fear gripped her heart at the memory of that maniac. She'd never forget that voice as long as she lived. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Oct 25 00:17:52 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc041024011531e9f571@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20041024231752.64208.qmail@web40506.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: > The man nodded. "I reckon we'd better. Why don't ya'll come inside? It's a mite more comfortable than standin' out here on the sidewalk." > > A slight smile touched his lips. "There ain't no trap, if that's what you're a thinkin'. You can search my mind if ya like, so you'll know I'm tellin' the truth. Go on. I'm used to it after all these years." > >>Morgan looked at Marie, and sent a thought to her mind. ~I'm convinced this guy knows who we are... that he was somehow... expecting us.~ He looked thoughtfull for a second as he reached in. ~Also... either he is telling the truth... or he is best lyer I've ever encounterred... I feel at a disadvantage here... we need more information... I think we should accept his invitation... but I'm still wary of it... ~ Marie looked at the man again before nodding to Morgan. ~I agree. We just need to make sure we're careful and that we have a way out if things go...wrong.~ She shifted her jacket more comfortably over her shoulder. ~We have Al here as an early warning system as well.~<< The man picked up his broom and shuffled toward the door of the Peaceful Sleep. "Well, I gotta go in, ya'll. Come on in if you're a-comin'. I got lots of cleanin' up to do." Morgan and Marie might notice marks on the man's wrist as he leans over to pick up the broom -- marks that look a lot like fang marks. There are similar marks on his neck as well. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Oct 25 00:39:07 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041024233907.40738.qmail@web40521.mail.yahoo.com> OOC: Gonna be a long one...you guys were busy today! :) > "Okay. okay I'm doing it. " He knelt down on the > floor, and put his arms out, in a cruxiform pattern. >>The boys actions broke the tense stand off and Gabe was momentarily releaved. Then he started to consider what the next options were, none of them looked attractive. "Meg, can you cuff him. The rest of you, keep alert in case he is stupid enough to try something. I will get a blanket from the car to cover him up a bit and we can take him straight back to HQ."<< "You got it, Cap." Meg pulled out her cuffs and moved toward the boy lying on the ground. >>Sal looked at Wendy. "You're right, he is cute... if he behaves himself... we may have to take care of his education..." she laughed a bit of the old Sal coming back. "He does have a nice butt." When Meg moved forward with the cuffs Sal stepped sideways so she could keep the boy in her view. She was still tense, she was worried he might try something stupid. The ironic bit was she wasn't sure what bothered her more, what he might do... or what she would have to do to him if he did. "This guardian thing is harder than it looks" she said under her breath, "what do you do when the bad guy isn't bad ?" Natalia shrugged, sword still resting gently against her leg. If the boy moved at all wrong he was going to find himself on the business end of it. "You take things one case at a time. Ignorance isn't an excuse for what happened here, but it means that the situation has to be considered more carefully."<< Meg nodded. "I've seen this too often in my former line of work. People who are basically good get caught up in bad situations. Sometimes they bring it on themselves, other times they get caught up in things and don't know how to get out. But you always have a choice to do right or wrong. If nothing else, my time with the Guardians is teaching me that much. Still, I do agree with you, Sal. Justice has to be the goal, and that might not be accomplished with a knee-jerk reaction towards this kid here." > > "Tell him what? That oh, by the way, killing people just cause you can is wrong? No one should have to tell someone that. You smelled the results, but you didn't wade through pieces of what used to be a very pretty young woman and her parents, nor get your hide shreaded making them stop. The covenant protects the ignorant to a degree, which is why he's still lying there, but there is still a lot to be dealt with, and it may end up with his death. That's for the management to decide, not you and, unless he does something stupid, not me." She looked towards the car where Gabe was getting the blanket. She'd been fighting these battles too long to melt just because the kid was young. It was likely he'd jumped into all of this without thinking, but that didn't excuse three bodies and two boys without a family. > > > Sal glared at her. "Do you actually still need me for anything here ? > You're the ones with the big weapons after all, and he's found so you > don't need my nose anymore." She knew Natalia was right, and that made > her even angrier. > She lit a ciggarette. "I said I would look out for him if he came > quietly... he is coming quietly... what does it make me if I let him > die now... I'll plead for him with Sullivan himself if I must, he > needs a chance... if he then blows it... believe me - I'll kill him > myself." Sal glared angrilly at the world around her. > >>Gordie had stayed silent for as long as he could. "Please don't kill me," he pleaded. "I never meant to kill those people. I just got all caught up in what was going on."<< By this time Meg had snapped the cuffs on the boy. She knew that if he transformed he'd just break them off, but no reason to share that with him. "I'm sure you didn't, but there are a lot of people behind bars or on death row who didn't 'mean' to do it. Let me ask you this, kid. Why'd you guys come here? Why this house? Why these people? There had to be some reason." From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Oct 25 01:01:00 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: <20041024233907.40738.qmail@web40521.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20041025000100.25165.qmail@web25704.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > By this time Meg had snapped the cuffs on the boy. > She knew that if he transformed he'd just break them > off, but no reason to share that with him. "I'm > sure you didn't, but there are a lot of people > behind bars or on death row who didn't 'mean' to do > it. Let me ask you this, kid. Why'd you guys come > here? Why this house? Why these people? There had > to be some reason." Gabe returned with a dull coloured blanket which he draped over the boys shoulders as he lifted him to his feet. He had been listening to the teams views during the errand. "Alright, here is what is going to happen, we are going to take this boy back to HQ and let the Commander ask him some questions. Sully will decide what to do once he has got an idea of exactly what happened. Like it or not some of us," and his tone made his own inclusion without doubt," were stone cold killers before we realised what the Covenant was, why and how to uphold it. And that is from both sides of the fence too. At the moment we concentrate on getting the boy back, and trying to avoid bumping in to the Newlanders while we are at it." As he manouevered the boy to the back of the car he checked the cuffs were Stephanie specials, while the boy could snap the steel, the tightly braided silver wire inserts should help keep him in check. "Natalia, I think we repeat the seating arrangements with him between us, best for everyone that way." [tag] OOC: hope the handcuff alteration is OK, seems the guardians should have something that works against the normal bad guys... ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Oct 25 01:07:24 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc0410241513417475ae@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20041025000724.33088.qmail@web25703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Damien, heard the amp dying away, unplugged his > guitar, and backed toward Evan. "I got what we came > for... and I think we've overstayed our welcome... > you did great dude, this was one motherfucking tough > crowd." Evan dropped the sticks with relief and stepped back off the stool, trying to get out of the glare of the stage lights. "Cheers, glad t' 've got that over with, shittin' bricks 'ere. Look, best give 'em some line rather than scarper, dahn't wanna get 'em curious. Any road, I could do wiv a couple o' minutes." With that he leant back against the edge of the amp stack and let his concentration drift. It was a new build, but animals were opportunists and nowhere was free of them. He flicked through what he could find, using them as organic CCTV, trying to get a picture of the layout and what happened here away from the public areas. With luck he might even find something he could get to take a more specific look. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Oct 25 01:34:45 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: <20041025000100.25165.qmail@web25704.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20041025003445.24145.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: > By this time Meg had snapped the cuffs on the boy. > She knew that if he transformed he'd just break them > off, but no reason to share that with him. "I'm > sure you didn't, but there are a lot of people > behind bars or on death row who didn't 'mean' to do > it. Let me ask you this, kid. Why'd you guys come > here? Why this house? Why these people? There had > to be some reason." >>Gabe returned with a dull coloured blanket which he draped over the boys shoulders as he lifted him to his feet. He had been listening to the teams views during the errand. "Alright, here is what is going to happen, we are going to take this boy back to HQ and let the Commander ask him some questions. Sully will decide what to do once he has got an idea of exactly what happened. Like it or not some of us," and his tone made his own inclusion without doubt," were stone cold killers before we realised what the Covenant was, why and how to uphold it. And that is from both sides of the fence too. At the moment we concentrate on getting the boy back, and trying to avoid bumping in to the Newlanders while we are at it." As he manouevered the boy to the back of the car he checked the cuffs were Stephanie specials, while the boy could snap the steel, the tightly braided silver wire inserts should help keep him in check. "Natalia, I think we repeat the seating arrangements with him between us, best for everyone that way."<< "Works for me," Meg said. She wrapped the blanket around the boy and guided him toward the car, putting just enough pressure on his shoulders that he'd know she could take him down herself if she had to. Tag OOC: hope the handcuff alteration is OK, seems the guardians should have something that works against the normal bad guys... OOC: Makes perfect sense. And, having the silver surrounded by another metal keeps them from burning. Should work on vampires as well. From ajventer at gmail.com Mon Oct 25 06:02:25 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <20041024231752.64208.qmail@web40506.mail.yahoo.com> References: <7f39e5bc041024011531e9f571@mail.gmail.com> <20041024231752.64208.qmail@web40506.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc041024220218b15a61@mail.gmail.com> > > The man picked up his broom and shuffled toward the door of the Peaceful Sleep. "Well, I gotta go in, ya'll. Come on in if you're a-comin'. I got lots of cleanin' up to do." > > Morgan and Marie might notice marks on the man's wrist as he leans over to pick up the broom -- marks that look a lot like fang marks. There are similar marks on his neck as well. > Al became a visible glimmer in the twilight. "I don't trust that guy any further than I can throw the mofo." Morganis stared at him. "I'm inclined to trust him... which is exactly why I don't either." "Ah my friend, you have found some brains along the way then." Morganis just nodded. "Can you try to give us a heads up if you notice anything ?" "Sure thing bro" Al replied. "Okay, I'll lead the way, two people abreast are an easy target. We should stick close together I think... if there is a problem in there... we'll have to be able to watch each others backs.... you ready ?" he said to Marie this time. From ajventer at gmail.com Mon Oct 25 06:05:47 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <20041025000724.33088.qmail@web25703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <7f39e5bc0410241513417475ae@mail.gmail.com> <20041025000724.33088.qmail@web25703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0410242205464634e2@mail.gmail.com> > Evan dropped the sticks with relief and stepped back > off the stool, trying to get out of the glare of the > stage lights. "Cheers, glad t' 've got that over with, > shittin' bricks 'ere. Look, best give 'em some line > rather than scarper, dahn't wanna get 'em curious. Any > road, I could do wiv a couple o' minutes." Damien nodded. It made sense. He stood and waited for the animal-empath to do his mojo. With that > he leant back against the edge of the amp stack and > let his concentration drift. It was a new build, but > animals were opportunists and nowhere was free of > them. > > He flicked through what he could find, using them as > organic CCTV, trying to get a picture of the layout > and what happened here away from the public areas. > With luck he might even find something he could get to > take a more specific look. > Two bouncers made it to the stage and got on walking menacingly toward them. Damien threw his hands out toward them in a complacent gesture. "Don't worry boys, we can tell when we're not wanted... what can we say eh, they told us to come here... not our scene this kina place... which way out ?" he said as soothingly as he knew how. He knew he could take them, but he couldn't take them all, and he had a partner to considder. tags -- "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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Mon Oct 25 09:57:05 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc0410242205464634e2@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: Grace approached a small table overlooking the dance floor, it was unoccupied - its chairs obviously taken to accommodate the larger group sat at the next table over. She reached the table and glanced over at the next table which held a group of young women all drinking preposterous looking cocktails but before she could catch the eye of one them a young waiter came over bearing a chair. "A chair Maam?" Now this was service! Grace seated herself in the chair and pressed a bill into the waiter's hand, waving off an offer of a drink from the bar. She didn't hear the MC's announcement but the sudden hush that followed it caught her attention. On the stage a young man stepped into the spotlight, Grace felt her heart sink at the man's attire and the instrument that he held, a suspicion that was confirmed as the first electronic screech wailed through the air. She allowed herself a minute wince, the most her breeding would allow. Then he started to sing. Grace knew enough about music to know that he had talent, she even recognised the song, actually had heard it played live by the original band by a singer who's natural charisma had been enough to hold even Grace's attention. She smiled, that man definitely improved with age and the haircut had been a vast improvement. However the performer on the stage was too far away to exert the same saving charm so Grace sat in straight backed silence and endured. As the wailing came to an end Grace realised she was not the only one enduring, the hollow silence, broken only by a few muffled giggles from the table next to her, filled the auditorium. The singer squared his shoulders and like a true performer started another tune, the guitar taking on a harder edge. A flurry of movement to her left snagged her eye, a very pale red-headed woman was hurrying down the stairs towards the stage and a moment later the cacophony of sound mercifully ceased. Grace leaned over the balcony, watching the movement on the dance floor and she concentrated, just catching the singer's conciliatory comments to the large men approaching the stage. OOC - It is beyond my abilities as role-player to write a character who doesn't find Jon Bon Jovi cute whatever their music preferences :) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Oct 25 10:36:35 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: <200410251136.35697.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > > As the wailing came to an end Grace realised she was not the only one > enduring, the hollow silence, broken only by a few muffled giggles from the > table next to her, filled the auditorium. The singer squared his shoulders > and like a true performer started another tune, the guitar taking on a > harder edge. A flurry of movement to her left snagged her eye, a very pale > red-headed woman was hurrying down the stairs towards the stage and a > moment later the cacophony of sound mercifully ceased. > > Grace leaned over the balcony, watching the movement on the dance floor and > she concentrated, just catching the singer's conciliatory comments to the > large men approaching the stage. > Damien glanced back at Evan. He had to buy his compatriot a bit more time. Damien had verified the presence of the girl, but it was up to Evan now to find out whether the rest of the report was true, he had to give the guy the time to do so. He walked toward the bouncers. "Come on now dudes, chill out, I mean we didn't mean any harm, no need to look so nasty. And I mean rocking out is actually hard work... you think maybe we can hang around for a drink before we go ?" He had an ingratiating smile on his lips, and his face looked as honest as can be, but if someone knew him well, they may have caught the calculating glint in his eyes. He knew they wouldn't let him stay... that wasn't the point, the point was to have a point to argue because arguing a point takes time... and he needed to give Evan time. tags -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.net/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 25 16:10:56 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] Message-ID: <102520041510.24748.417D177F00081D10000060AC2200734076970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Grace leaned over the balcony, watching the movement on the dance floor and she concentrated, just catching the singer's conciliatory comments to the large men approaching the stage. Gerrad approached as Grace settled, a charming smile playing over his full lips. The vampire's look was a combination of elegence and charm from the tip of polished shoes to well manicured nails and trimmed moustache. His sandy hair was pulled back in a clip at the nape of his neck, allowed to curl just to the top of his shoulders. "Do na fear, Madam. The staff is very...efficient." As though to go with his words music began again, live was better but all bands needed a break from time to time and the gentle ballad seemed designed to sooth the clubgoers and distract attention from the fiasco on the stage. "Might Ah be so honored as ta buy a drink for you?" From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 25 16:22:21 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso Message-ID: <102520041522.26097.417D1A2D000498A8000065F12200737478970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> "Yeah." Ratso stood, but he didn't let go of Muse's hand. "We always got a lot goin' on after full moon. Hard ta woik when yer a rat for tree nights." Muse allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. She knew she should get back to the kitchen, there was still plenty to be done, but maybe...maybe they could handle it without her for a little bit. "Well... for a little while, though I need to be back before the lunch crowd, or Phillip will have a heart attack." She paused, looking sheepish. "I mean...well...if that's all right." From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 25 16:31:00 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] Message-ID: <102520041531.13931.417D1C340001F9FF0000366B2200734076970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Morganis just nodded. "Can you try to give us a heads up if you notice anything ?" "Sure thing bro" Al replied. "Okay, I'll lead the way, two people abreast are an easy target. We should stick close together I think... if there is a problem in there... we'll have to be able to watch each others backs.... you ready?" he said to Marie this time. Marie took a deep breath and checked the ride of her sword, then nodded. "Yeah. As ready as I'm gonna be." She cracked a faint smile. "Like mice walking into a rat trap...here we go..." From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 25 16:46:11 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ Message-ID: <102520041546.11103.417D1FBB000959F400002B5F2200750744970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> "Natalia, I think we repeat the seating arrangements with him between us, best for everyone that way." "Works for me," Meg said. She wrapped the blanket around the boy and guided him toward the car, putting just enough pressure on his shoulders that he'd know she could take him down herself if she had to. Natalia nodded, sheathing her sword and switching to a smaller knife that would ride very easily unsheathed. "I agree, Gabr..." She stopped herself, realizing he had a title of some sort. She cracked a wry smile, and deadpanned. "Sir." He knew exactly how much titles meant to her, but it was amusing. From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 25 17:04:06 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] Message-ID: <102520041604.23363.417D23F3000A719500005B432200750330970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Damien glanced back at Evan. He had to buy his compatriot a bit more time. Damien had verified the presence of the girl, but it was up to Evan now to find out whether the rest of the report was true, he had to give the guy the time to do so. He walked toward the bouncers. "Come on now dudes, chill out, I mean we didn't mean any harm, no need to look so nasty. And I mean rocking out is actually hard work... you think maybe we can hang around for a drink before we go?" He had an ingratiating smile on his lips, and his face looked as honest as can be, but if someone knew him well, they may have caught the calculating glint in his eyes. He knew they wouldn't let him stay... that wasn't the point, the point was to have a point to argue because arguing a point takes time... and he needed to give Evan time. The bouncers kept moving towards Damien and Evan, looking like they meant business. "There will be no drinks. You'll either remove yourself back out the back door where you came from or we will remove you gentlemen. Now." The words were very firm. They weren't obviously armed, but looked like they could hold their own if it came to a fight, at least one of the pair moving with a supernatural grace. The rodents, such as they were, reported that they enjoyed the upper floors, much food to be had, but the lower floors were to be avoided at all costs. They smelt of stalking death and blood. From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 25 17:17:36 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter Message-ID: <102520041617.754.417D271E000DC28C000002F22200750784970A9D0E 020A06@comcast.net> Stephanie covered a yawn, poking idly at the computer screen in front of her. The particular program she was using allowed her to use the touch screen in order to modify her design plans, which was much more fun than having to type in coordinates. In one corner her calendar program popped up and blinked at her. ***Reminder...meet with new recruits about weaponry...*** The reminder looped and began to beep at her until she paid enough attention to close the window. "Yeah, yeah...I'm reminded." She closed the design program after saving the piece she was working on. It was a spring loaded holster for some of the sword sheaths, which she figured could shave several seconds off of a draw...and sometimes several seconds was the difference between life and decapitation. She pushed the unpleasant thought from her mind and grabbed her scribbled list of folks that she had to meet with looking at the first name. Joy Grace... The cat woman wrinkled her nose, trying to place who that was, then it struck her. She was the woman the commander was involved with. It was all the rumor on the gossip mill, even more so than she and Damien, for which Stephanie was grateful. It was nice to be over shadowed in such respects. She pulled her goggles down around her neck and headed out of the workroom, pulling the door shut behind her and heading upstairs. Several minutes later she came to a stop in front Joy's rooms and rapped on the door. From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Mon Oct 25 17:33:01 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <102520041510.24748.417D177F00081D10000060AC2200734076970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: Gerrad approached as Grace settled, a charming smile playing over his full lips. The vampire's look was a combination of elegence and charm from the tip of polished shoes to well manicured nails and trimmed moustache. His sandy hair was pulled back in a clip at the nape of his neck, allowed to curl just to the top of his shoulders. "Do na fear, Madam. The staff is very...efficient." As though to go with his words music began again, live was better but all bands needed a break from time to time and the gentle ballad seemed designed to sooth the clubgoers and distract attention from the fiasco on the stage. "Might Ah be so honored as ta buy a drink for you?" "The honour would be mine" Her English was faultless but she spoke with the precision of someone who had learnt the language as a second tongue. Grace inwardly sighed, one of the drawbacks to frequenting clubs where vampires and werecreatures were welcome was that one was generally expected to socialise with them. Werecreatures she found normally avoided vampires, unless one wanted to pick a fight in which case it was advisable to make oneself scarce. Other vampires she had found were either covenant followers and thus prone to bouts of tiresome angst or they were not and inevitably tried to draw her into some nefarious scheme. It had been a rare and joyous occasion to meet a fellow vampire who did not follow one of the two stereotypes. Grace did not hold out much hope that this southerly gentleman would prove to be the exception to the rule. Nevertheless it would be unbecoming to judge this vampire prematurely so instead Grace smiled politely as the waiter brought over another chair. _______________________________________________ GOTC mailing list GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc From ajventer at gmail.com Mon Oct 25 18:37:04 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <2915797466832851121@unknownmsgid> References: <2915797466832851121@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc041025103722f84eed@mail.gmail.com> > > The bouncers kept moving towards Damien and Evan, looking like they meant business. "There will be no drinks. You'll either remove yourself back out the back door where you came from or we will remove you gentlemen. Now." The words were very firm. They weren't obviously armed, but looked like they could hold their own if it came to a fight, at least one of the pair moving with a supernatural grace. > > The rodents, such as they were, reported that they enjoyed the upper floors, much food to be had, but the lower floors were to be avoided at all costs. They smelt of stalking death and blood. > Damien shook his head in disbelieve. "Hey chill out dudes. Nobody here wants to get hurt. I was just asking ya know. I mean what harm could one drink do ? Fuckin 'ell." He glanced back toward Evan. He hoped the snake charmer would hurry up, he couldn't keep them busy much longer without a fight... and he did not feel up to it - if it came to that probably half the people down there were potential enemies... His eyes desperate scanned the crowd trying to locate the redhead again... if he could he wanted her to know who he was... let her know the guardians were on the case... but how to do it without revealing her, or himself to everyone else. He needed a few more seconds... just a few more. "Okay okay, I'm packing up see. He clipped his guitar case open, letting the lid stand forward toward the oncoming bouncers, and kneeling before it slipped the gibson into it's place. His fingers closed on the handle of the axe hidden inside the guitar case.... he really hoped he wouldn't have to pull it out... if it went there... there would be no turning back. tags -- "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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Mon Oct 25 19:35:42 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: <20041024225630.52430.qmail@web40526.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041024225630.52430.qmail@web40526.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > Jessie patted her hand reassuringly. "Glad to help, Jay. Let's see...does Callum remember where he saw the man last? That would be the place to start. Look for footprints, broken brush, even signs of thread caught on branches. If he can remember where everyone was, chances are that the man ran away from the center of activity. I was...a little out of it then, so I don't remember anything useful, and even if I did, I couldn't be sure it wasn't tainted by the drugs." > > She tried to keep her voice calm, emotionless, clinical. Inside, though, fear gripped her heart at the memory of that maniac. She'd never forget that voice as long as she lived. Miranda looked at Jessie, she looked a little agitated although her voice sounded calm enough. "Are you okay?" she whispered.... From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 25 20:10:17 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] Message-ID: <102520041910.23302.417D4F98000C80CE00005B062200737478970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> > > > > The bouncers kept moving towards Damien and Evan, looking like they meant > business. "There will be no drinks. You'll either remove yourself back out the > back door where you came from or we will remove you gentlemen. Now." The words > were very firm. They weren't obviously armed, but looked like they could hold > their own if it came to a fight, at least one of the pair moving with a > supernatural grace. > > > > The rodents, such as they were, reported that they enjoyed the upper floors, > much food to be had, but the lower floors were to be avoided at all costs. They > smelt of stalking death and blood. > > > Damien shook his head in disbelieve. "Hey chill out dudes. Nobody here > wants to get hurt. I was just asking ya know. I mean what harm could > one drink do ? Fuckin 'ell." > He glanced back toward Evan. He hoped the snake charmer would hurry > up, he couldn't keep them busy much longer without a fight... and he > did not feel up to it - if it came to that probably half the people > down there were potential enemies... > > His eyes desperate scanned the crowd trying to locate the redhead > again... if he could he wanted her to know who he was... let her know > the guardians were on the case... but how to do it without revealing > her, or himself to everyone else. > > He needed a few more seconds... just a few more. > "Okay okay, I'm packing up see. He clipped his guitar case open, > letting the lid stand forward toward the oncoming bouncers, and > kneeling before it slipped the gibson into it's place. His fingers > closed on the handle of the axe hidden inside the guitar case.... he > really hoped he wouldn't have to pull it out... if it went there... > there would be no turning back. Soft canned music began playing through the club as the folks behind the sound stage got the distinct impression that they'd live much longer happier employed lives if they started soothing savage beasts pronto. Victoria turned away from them, headed towards the stage and the office where she knew the stage manager was cowering under the watchful eye of one of the security staff. The metal collar around her throat vibrated as she strode across the dance floor. Connon wasn't about to risk her misbehaving again and the constant sense of pressure was a reminder that she was his... She glanced over seeing the bouncers pause long enough to let the guitarist put his instrument away. Victoria frowned, angling that way. Vincent was like to burst something if they weren't removed from his sight and that never turned out well. "For the sake that God gave little green apples...get this stage cleared." Seeing her coming the bouncers moved again with purpose. They knew that she was Connon's right hand and neither one of them wanted to see what would happen if she truly got upset at them. "You heard the lady." The supernatural growled softly, smelling her blood close to the surface. It was distracting, blood of a magic user always was. "Get moving." From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 25 20:16:17 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] Message-ID: <102520041916.28554.417D50FE000B201600006F8A2200750784970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Nevertheless it would be unbecoming to judge this vampire prematurely so instead Grace smiled politely as the waiter brought over another chair. He smiled smoothly, accepting the chair and placing an order with the waiter. "Ah must admit, good lady, Ah was beginnin' ta think that New York was completely devoid of charm an' grace. Ya'll come as a breath 'f fresh air, ta a place sorely in need of such." His tones and attitude was that of a man truly appreciating a beauty he saw before him. Though he did have other curiosities her manner and the precise nature of her speech intrigued the vampire. His goal in this city was the young Marie, but he saw little reason to confine himself to only that aspect if others presented themselves. As the waiter returned Gerrad took the wine glasses from him, setting one gently before Grace. The red wine was so dark as to be almost purple with the gentle yet heady aroma of a well aged Merlot. From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Oct 25 20:24:23 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <102520041531.13931.417D1C340001F9FF0000366B2200734076970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20041025192423.50517.qmail@web40529.mail.yahoo.com> --- jenarey@comcast.net wrote: > Morganis just nodded. "Can you try to give us a > heads up if you notice anything ?" > > "Sure thing bro" Al replied. > > "Okay, I'll lead the way, two people abreast are an > easy target. We should stick close together I > think... if there is a problem in there... we'll > have to be able to watch each others backs.... you > ready?" he said to Marie this time. > > Marie took a deep breath and checked the ride of her > sword, then nodded. "Yeah. As ready as I'm gonna > be." She cracked a faint smile. "Like mice walking > into a rat trap...here we go..." The red-haired man led them into the club. Once inside, he hit the light switch. The place was a shambles. It looked as though it had been abandoned in a hurry. It took only a few seconds for the man to right a round table and three chairs. "Can I get ya'll somethin' to drink? They didn't take the stuff from the bar yet, and the power's still on for another month." Tag From queenortart at gmail.com Mon Oct 25 20:32:58 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter In-Reply-To: <5397151542158754939@unknownmsgid> References: <5397151542158754939@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: > Stephanie covered a yawn, poking idly at the computer screen in front of her. The particular program she was using allowed her to use the touch screen in order to modify her design plans, which was much more fun than having to type in coordinates. In one corner her calendar program popped up and blinked at her. > > ***Reminder...meet with new recruits about weaponry...*** > > The reminder looped and began to beep at her until she paid enough attention to close the window. "Yeah, yeah...I'm reminded." She closed the design program after saving the piece she was working on. It was a spring loaded holster for some of the sword sheaths, which she figured could shave several seconds off of a draw...and sometimes several seconds was the difference between life and decapitation. She pushed the unpleasant thought from her mind and grabbed her scribbled list of folks that she had to meet with looking at the first name. > > Joy Grace... > > The cat woman wrinkled her nose, trying to place who that was, then it struck her. She was the woman the commander was involved with. It was all the rumor on the gossip mill, even more so than she and Damien, for which Stephanie was grateful. It was nice to be over shadowed in such respects. She pulled her goggles down around her neck and headed out of the workroom, pulling the door shut behind her and heading upstairs. > > Several minutes later she came to a stop in front Joy's rooms and rapped on the door. Joy had been battling with a set of diagrams for some time, trying to work out exactly how she had ended up with the labelling on them. There were many different nomenclatures for the structures in the brain, and she had had no end of trouble trying to decide on how to do it at the time. The knock on the door came as a welcome distraction. "Hello..." she said rather curious about who this was. OOC - she;s in the computer lab in one of the little rooms at the back btw OOC - a FOAF is in this nasty position in her PhD write up as I type, please send positive vibes her way 8-) From ajventer at gmail.com Mon Oct 25 20:31:10 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <-3077008536719131458@unknownmsgid> References: <-3077008536719131458@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0410251231727b409f@mail.gmail.com> > > He needed a few more seconds... just a few more. > > "Okay okay, I'm packing up see. He clipped his guitar case open, > > letting the lid stand forward toward the oncoming bouncers, and > > kneeling before it slipped the gibson into it's place. His fingers > > closed on the handle of the axe hidden inside the guitar case.... he > > really hoped he wouldn't have to pull it out... if it went there... > > there would be no turning back. > > Soft canned music began playing through the club as the folks behind the sound stage got the distinct impression that they'd live much longer happier employed lives if they started soothing savage beasts pronto. Victoria turned away from them, headed towards the stage and the office where she knew the stage manager was cowering under the watchful eye of one of the security staff. The metal collar around her throat vibrated as she strode across the dance floor. Connon wasn't about to risk her misbehaving again and the constant sense of pressure was a reminder that she was his... She glanced over seeing the bouncers pause long enough to let the guitarist put his instrument away. Victoria frowned, angling that way. Vincent was like to burst something if they weren't removed from his sight and that never turned out well. "For the sake that God gave little green apples...get this stage cleared." > > Seeing her coming the bouncers moved again with purpose. They knew that she was Connon's right hand and neither one of them wanted to see what would happen if she truly got upset at them. "You heard the lady." The supernatural growled softly, smelling her blood close to the surface. It was distracting, blood of a magic user always was. "Get moving." Damien looked at the woman now approaching. He had one chance only... the way the bouncers had reacted bothered him, that was not how people treated victims... but he had to risk it anyway... he didn't like that much... so how to do it. He clamped the case shut. Anyway, the axe would be superfluous now. He picked it up. "Okay okay, we're going dudes. We don't need this kina shit. We gots a regular gig over at the guardian club... and this pretty waitress there has a thing for me. You just gotta hear the stuff she been whispering in me ears lately. Of course she got her woman side as well, you know how they go on, 'you take your music to seriously, sometimes I feel like I'm invisible'" he said loudly, employing a falsettor for the last bit as he turned on his heel and strode toward the back of the stage. He didn't know if the woman would pick up on the (admittedly rather unorriginal code) - he just hoped the bouncers wouldn't. Still he hadn't actually said anything that were likely to tip them off, but her... she had to get 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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 25 20:40:53 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter Message-ID: <102520041940.19507.417D56C4000BFD0600004C332200750330970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> The knock on the door came as a welcome distraction. "Hello..." she said rather curious about who this was. At the response Stephanie pushed the door open far enough to stick her head in. She was aware that she almost constantly looked a bit like a living breathing anime character with the over large slit pupiled eyes and ears set to high and with too much of a point, but she had come to conclude over the years that she didn't care. She gave Joy a bit of a smile. "Am I interrrupting? I can come back later." From queenortart at gmail.com Mon Oct 25 20:45:13 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: <-5144171578677393406@unknownmsgid> References: <-5144171578677393406@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: > "Yeah." Ratso stood, but he didn't let go of Muse's hand. "We always got a lot goin' on after full moon. Hard ta woik when yer a rat for tree nights." > > Muse allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. She knew she should get back to the kitchen, there was still plenty to be done, but maybe...maybe they could handle it without her for a little bit. "Well... for a little while, though I need to be back before the lunch crowd, or Phillip will have a heart attack." She paused, looking sheepish. "I mean...well...if that's all right." "Of course it is, my dear woman. I wouldn't have asked otherwise." Frances' tone was one of slight exasperation, but she smiled at Muse in a charming manner, which only came with impecable breeding. tag From queenortart at gmail.com Mon Oct 25 20:50:55 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter In-Reply-To: <-1304312647718474430@unknownmsgid> References: <-1304312647718474430@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: > At the response Stephanie pushed the door open far enough to stick her head in. She was aware that she almost constantly looked a bit like a living breathing anime character with the over large slit pupiled eyes and ears set to high and with too much of a point, but she had come to conclude over the years that she didn't care. She gave Joy a bit of a smile. "Am I interrrupting? I can come back later." "No, please, come in." Gosh what a pretty woman, Joy thought. "I'm Joy Grace, I don't think we've met have we?" -- "At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." Rose Macaulay From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Mon Oct 25 20:52:22 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <102520041916.28554.417D50FE000B201600006F8A2200750784970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: He smiled smoothly, accepting the chair and placing an order with the waiter. "Ah must admit, good lady, Ah was beginnin' ta think that New York was completely devoid of charm an' grace. Ya'll come as a breath 'f fresh air, ta a place sorely in need of such." His tones and attitude was that of a man truly appreciating a beauty he saw before him. Though he did have other curiosities her manner and the precise nature of her speech intrigued the vampire. His goal in this city was the young Marie, but he saw little reason to confine himself to only that aspect if others presented themselves. As the waiter returned Gerrad took the wine glasses from him, setting one gently before Grace. The red wine was so dark as to be almost purple with the gentle yet heady aroma of a well aged Merlot. Grace picked the wine glass up at it's stem, the red liquid reflecting a pseudo blush against her cheeks as she raised it to her lips, "You flatter me, Mr...?" From ajventer at gmail.com Mon Oct 25 18:28:56 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <5292092689815145089@unknownmsgid> References: <5292092689815145089@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc041025102860f19754@mail.gmail.com> > > "Okay, I'll lead the way, two people abreast are an easy target. We should stick close together I think... if there is a problem in there... we'll have to be able to watch each others backs.... you ready?" he said to Marie this time. > > Marie took a deep breath and checked the ride of her sword, then nodded. "Yeah. As ready as I'm gonna be." She cracked a faint smile. "Like mice walking into a rat trap...here we go..." Al dissapeared into mist, and headed out, Morganis led the way through the door, pausing at the door to take in the scene first. tag From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 25 22:46:27 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter Message-ID: <102520042146.11023.417D7431000C3BF900002B0F2200734076970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> "No, please, come in." Gosh what a pretty woman, Joy thought. "I'm Joy Grace, I don't think we've met have we?" Stephanie slipped into the room, pushing the door closed behind her as a matter of habit. "Not formally, no. I'm Stephanie, the local weaponsmith and occassional grease monkey." She smiled a bit, though careful not to show the sharper edges of her teeth. Sometimes it was a pain to be her. "You're on the list of new recruits that haven't been outfitted yet." From queenortart at gmail.com Mon Oct 25 23:00:32 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter In-Reply-To: <4727905857896850707@unknownmsgid> References: <4727905857896850707@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: > Stephanie slipped into the room, pushing the door closed behind her as a matter of habit. "Not formally, no. I'm Stephanie, the local weaponsmith and occassional grease monkey." She smiled a bit, though careful not to show the sharper edges of her teeth. Sometimes it was a pain to be her. "You're on the list of new recruits that haven't been outfitted yet." "Hi" Joy offered her a seat, "Outfitted? You mean equipment and all that? I have my own weapons. The Commander arranged to have them stored downstairs, apart from my regular guns." She reached into the desk drawer and pulled out a Firestar and a large Glock, which would hold 17 bullets in the clip. Both were loaded, but the catches were on. "I'm not supposed to be going out in the field, but I'm certainly up for any suggestions and new equipment." She'd nearly said toys, but concluded that Stephanie probably didn't think of weapons that way, and she really didn't want to offend her.... From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 25 23:12:31 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter Message-ID: <102520042212.12620.417D7A4C000B1BE10000314C2200734076970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> "I'm not supposed to be going out in the field, but I'm certainly up for any suggestions and new equipment." She'd nearly said toys, but concluded that Stephanie probably didn't think of weapons that way, and she really didn't want to offend her.... Stephanie wrinkled her nose, putting two and two together. "I've seen some of what was turned in for your locker, and believe me, we can do better." She reached over, looking for permission and then picking up the Glock. Her fingers moved along the gun with a silken touch, knowing the weaponry the way a man knew the form of his beloved. "Mmm...the sight is off slightly and a faint twist in the grip. Bet it throws slightly to the right." She ejected the clip, glancing at it for a moment before sliding it back into place. "We can expand this to hold 23 and I have new ammo for you. Lead filled, silver, and a few specials. Even standard AP aren't as good as my babies." She spoke the words with a certain soft pride. From queenortart at gmail.com Mon Oct 25 23:20:46 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter In-Reply-To: <2941718307540690262@unknownmsgid> References: <2941718307540690262@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: > Stephanie wrinkled her nose, putting two and two together. "I've seen some of what was turned in for your locker, and believe me, we can do better." She reached over, looking for permission and then picking up the Glock. Her fingers moved along the gun with a silken touch, knowing the weaponry the way a man knew the form of his beloved. "Mmm...the sight is off slightly and a faint twist in the grip. Bet it throws slightly to the right." She ejected the clip, glancing at it for a moment before sliding it back into place. "We can expand this to hold 23 and I have new ammo for you. Lead filled, silver, and a few specials. Even standard AP aren't as good as my babies." She spoke the words with a certain soft pride. "Yeah, I think dropping it when we got attacked at the warehouse didn't help. If you can sort that out it would be great. There's a second one in my locker. 23 shots would be a great improvement. Tell me about the silver ones, I've not needed them for normal life." From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Oct 26 00:28:40 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: <102520041546.11103.417D1FBB000959F400002B5F2200750744970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20041025232840.86464.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Natalia nodded, sheathing her sword and switching to > a smaller knife that would ride very easily > unsheathed. "I agree, Gabr..." She stopped > herself, realizing he had a title of some sort. She > cracked a wry smile, and deadpanned. "Sir." He > knew exactly how much titles meant to her, but it > was amusing. She saw Gabe almost react, then his brain caught up and he smiled instead, "good, I am not sure he would be safe in the back with Sal next to him." Then he got serious, "right, back to HQ, Sal call this in. I want to have this in the system as soon as possible so we can get back out on patrol." [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Oct 26 00:31:01 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc0410251231727b409f@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20041025233101.5383.qmail@web25705.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > He didn't know if the woman would pick up on the > (admittedly rather unoriginal code) - he just hoped > the bouncers wouldn't. Still he hadn't actually said > anything that were likely to tip them off, but > her... she had to get it. Evan appeared from the side of the stacks, collected the drum sticks and fell in beside Damien, "I dunno, some guys just don't get wot it is we're tryin' t' say out 'ere eh?" [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at gmail.com Tue Oct 26 06:06:31 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <20041025233101.5383.qmail@web25705.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <7f39e5bc0410251231727b409f@mail.gmail.com> <20041025233101.5383.qmail@web25705.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc041025220635322cbf@mail.gmail.com> > > He didn't know if the woman would pick up on the > > (admittedly rather unoriginal code) - he just hoped > > the bouncers wouldn't. Still he hadn't actually said > > anything that were likely to tip them off, but > > her... she had to get it. > > Evan appeared from the side of the stacks, collected > the drum sticks and fell in beside Damien, "I dunno, > some guys just don't get wot it is we're tryin' t' say > out 'ere eh?" > Damien nodded at him. "Rock my friend is a service to society. We're only tryin' to help... but somehow it seems tonight we were playing to a crowd made up of exactly the kind of social parasites we're trying to help against... no wonder they didn't like the message eh." Damien started for the door, motioning Evan to follow him. If she still didn't get it, he really couldn't help her to. Not without saying it outright... something he suspected would lower their life-expectancy much more effectively than, for example, doing a slow tap-dance across the interstate. " tags -- "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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at gmail.com Tue Oct 26 06:10:26 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal. Gabe, Meg, Wendy]~ In-Reply-To: <20041025232840.86464.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20041025232840.86464.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04102522105bb2ed9f@mail.gmail.com> On Tue, 26 Oct 2004 00:28:40 +0100 (BST), Mik Reed wrote: > > Natalia nodded, sheathing her sword and switching to > > a smaller knife that would ride very easily > > unsheathed. "I agree, Gabr..." She stopped > > herself, realizing he had a title of some sort. She > > cracked a wry smile, and deadpanned. "Sir." He > > knew exactly how much titles meant to her, but it > > was amusing. > > She saw Gabe almost react, then his brain caught up > and he smiled instead, "good, I am not sure he would > be safe in the back with Sal next to him." Then he got > serious, "right, back to HQ, Sal call this in. I want > to have this in the system as soon as possible so we > can get back out on patrol." > Sal treated him to a patent glare... but she had made him a promisse as well. She tapped her com-badge as she took her seat. "HQ. Sal here, we got the lycan boy, from the newlander case. We're bringing him in. May we request some hot cocoa standing by ?" and tapped it shut. She tapped the badge again, shutting it off and stared out the window, the innocence itself. tags OOC: I imagine whoever's on radio duty might be a bit puzled :) -- "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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From jenarey at comcast.net Tue Oct 26 06:33:30 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] Message-ID: <102620040533.14215.417DE1A9000D8874000037872200737478970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> > Damien started for the door, motioning Evan to follow him. If she still didn't get it, he really couldn't help her to. Not without saying it outright... something he suspected would lower their life-expectancy much more effectively than, for example, doing a slow tap-dance across the interstate. " Victoria blinked a little at the words. Club Guardian...invisible girls... Hope rose within her and immediately the collar picked up on the shift of her heart rate and a surge of pain ran through her body, making her reach out and catch herself on the edge of the stage. She quickly pulled herself back under control. It was too late for her, too late. "Sounds like you'd best get home and take care of her then." She turned away, forcing herself not to claw at the collar though it was making it hard to breathe. "Escourt them out..." The command got the bouncers moving, this time not taking no or conversations as an answer, but herding the two along as Vi began back towards the stairs. From jenarey at comcast.net Tue Oct 26 06:44:32 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter Message-ID: <102620040544.21975.417DE4400005809A000055D72200745672970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> > "Yeah, I think dropping it when we got attacked at the warehouse didn't help. If you can sort that out it would be great. There's a second one in my locker. 23 shots would be a great improvement. Tell me about the silver ones, I've not needed them for normal life." "You won't always need them now either, but when you're on patrol I'd keep at least one clip at all times. Silver is neat stuff, most supernaturals are effected by it in one way or another. The catch is that it's expensive to get a hold of, and can be a pain to get the mix right since it's too soft to make non alloyed weaponry with. Which all boils down to not using it if you don't have to. Faery folk take more damage from lead shot or even standard shot." Stephanie smiled a bit, getting into her stride. "I have several types of modified rounds depending on how much damage we're needing. Silver nitrate cores, garlic tips, all kinds of things." From jenarey at comcast.net Tue Oct 26 07:11:43 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] Message-ID: <102620040611.14303.417DEA9F00021802000037DF2200750784970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> > Grace picked the wine glass up at it's stem, the red liquid reflecting a pseudo blush against her cheeks as she raised it to her lips, "You flatter me, Mr...?" "Levaux..." Gerrad lifted the glass to his nose, smelling the vintage and enjoying the aroma before tasting it. As he pronounced his name his more true accent, more French than Southern rose. "And your name, ma'cherie?" The taste of the Merlot was pleasant and he nodded his approval as the waiter passed. From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Oct 26 08:20:49 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <102620040533.14215.417DE1A9000D8874000037872200737478970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> References: <102620040533.14215.417DE1A9000D8874000037872200737478970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <200410260920.49828.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > > Victoria blinked a little at the words. Club Guardian...invisible girls... > Hope rose within her and immediately the collar picked up on the shift of > her heart rate and a surge of pain ran through her body, making her reach > out and catch herself on the edge of the stage. She quickly pulled herself > back under control. It was too late for her, too late. "Sounds like you'd > best get home and take care of her then." She turned away, forcing herself > not to claw at the collar though it was making it hard to breathe. > "Escourt them out..." > > The command got the bouncers moving, this time not taking no or > conversations as an answer, but herding the two along as Vi began back > towards the stairs. Damien allowed them to push him out until eventually they reached the staff door, where they were tossed out roughly. Once more Damien swallowed his pride... and didn't strike back. He waited till the door was closed, and motioned Evan to walk with him to the car, not speaking until he was sure they were out of earshot. "That girl was terrified, she tried to hide it, but I could see it. She realized what we were saying... and... and she's terrified... I think she had something to do with our informant getting out... and I think the bad guys know it." Damien looked enraged... he wanted to storm back there and kill something... but that wouldn't help her one bit... he probably wouldn't live long enough to even get past the stage. Sullivan was right, this needed a big strike. He forced himself to calm down and looked at his partner. "What do your critters say ? We need to get a report back to HQ immediately, the sooner we can move on this place the better." tag -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.org/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Oct 26 08:28:41 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <20041025192423.50517.qmail@web40529.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041025192423.50517.qmail@web40529.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200410260928.41766.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > The red-haired man led them into the club. Once > inside, he hit the light switch. The place was a > shambles. It looked as though it had been abandoned > in a hurry. > > It took only a few seconds for the man to right a > round table and three chairs. "Can I get ya'll > somethin' to drink? They didn't take the stuff from > the bar yet, and the power's still on for another > month." Morgan acknowledged the invitation but shook his head. He still didn't trust the fellow entirely. "Sir, we said we would speak frankly. I know what causes the kind of scars you carry... and I know who used to own this place... and it's pretty clear you know who we are... so perhaps, it's time you told us who you are... and what's going on..." Morganis was speaking with strict words, but a calm tone... if there was one thing he understood it was psychology... and he had a pretty good idea how NOT to interrogate people. tag -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.org/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Oct 26 09:54:11 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <200410260920.49828.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20041026085411.43584.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > He forced himself to calm down and looked at > his partner. "What do your critters say ? We need to > get a report back to HQ immediately, the sooner we > can move on this place the better." "Weren't much, dint get time t' use anyfing more n' rodents. They're stickin' t' the upper floors, sahnds like there's unner groun' levels and there's bad shit goin' on dahn there. I reckon the info we got in this gaff was on the level." Evan replied as he moved round to the drivers side of the van. Brushing off the remainder of the dried crust from the seat he hopped in and started driving, "gonna call it in or shall I?" [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Oct 26 09:58:22 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <20041026085411.43584.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20041026085411.43584.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200410261058.23290.ajventer@direqlearn.org> On Tuesday, 26 October 2004 10:54, Mik Reed wrote: > > He forced himself to calm down and looked at > > his partner. "What do your critters say ? We need to > > get a report back to HQ immediately, the sooner we > > can move on this place the better." > > "Weren't much, dint get time t' use anyfing more n' > rodents. They're stickin' t' the upper floors, sahnds > like there's unner groun' levels and there's bad shit > goin' on dahn there. I reckon the info we got in this > gaff was on the level." Evan replied as he moved round > to the drivers side of the van. Brushing off the > remainder of the dried crust from the seat he hopped > in and started driving, "gonna call it in or shall I?" > Damien thought for a moment... the idea of the commander trying to figure out the intricacies of Evan's accent was too tempting to pass up. "Nah, you do it, I took the other call." he said, for all apparent appearances,, graciously. -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.org/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Oct 26 10:59:22 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <200410261058.23290.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20041026095922.54181.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Damien thought for a moment... the idea of the > commander trying to figure out the intricacies of > Evan's accent was too tempting to pass up. > "Nah, you do it, I took the other call." he said, > for all apparent appearances, graciously. "No worries," Evan replied, reaching down for the mike as he drove, a horn blowing to their left as the van slowly drifted out of lane. Jerking the vehicle back in to line he keyed the handset, "Base? Reportin' in abaht that boozer yer wanted us to give a quick shufti. 'Ad t' scarper before we got in to a right proper barney but it looks like oo-ever yer snout was they on the button alright. Fink Elvis managed t' contact the bint we 'ad the description of, I 'ad a mo t' natter wiv the local fauna a tad an' it looks like there's all sorts o' shite goin' on dahn below terra firma. Too much aggro fer us t' deal wiv, reckon we need t' do a proper recce. Cheers. Oh, forget, Evan 'ere." He slotted the mike back on its hook and gave Damien a grin, "there, sorted, innit." [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Oct 26 11:37:20 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <20041026095922.54181.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20041026095922.54181.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200410261237.20366.ajventer@direqlearn.org> On Tuesday, 26 October 2004 11:59, Mik Reed wrote: > > Damien thought for a moment... the idea of the > > commander trying to figure out the intricacies of > > Evan's accent was too tempting to pass up. > > "Nah, you do it, I took the other call." he said, > > for all apparent appearances, graciously. > > "No worries," Evan replied, reaching down for the mike > as he drove, a horn blowing to their left as the van > slowly drifted out of lane. Jerking the vehicle back > in to line he keyed the handset, "Base? Reportin' in > abaht that boozer yer wanted us to give a quick > shufti. 'Ad t' scarper before we got in to a right > proper barney but it looks like oo-ever yer snout was > they on the button alright. Fink Elvis managed t' > contact the bint we 'ad the description of, I 'ad a mo > t' natter wiv the local fauna a tad an' it looks like > there's all sorts o' shite goin' on dahn below terra > firma. Too much aggro fer us t' deal wiv, reckon we > need t' do a proper recce. Cheers. Oh, forget, Evan > 'ere." He slotted the mike back on its hook and gave > Damien a grin, "there, sorted, innit." > Back in his office Sullivan sat back in his chair, and spent a good five minutes decoding the message before he had it all figured out, sort of. Then he headed back to sickbay. Once there, he poked his head in the door. "Doctor, Miss Miranda, our recon team got back to me. The whole story checks out. You're welcome here as long as you need to stay. Do you have any idea how long before this cult thing is supposed to happen though ? Sounds like it will be a hard place to hit, we'll have to do our preparations right, but we have to get there before that happens." tag [Pick up back in New Patient please] In the van Damien grinned. "I wish we could take them right now... but I suppose that's the nature of the beast eh." tags -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.org/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Oct 26 15:21:36 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <200410261237.20366.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20041026142136.51469.qmail@web25705.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > In the van Damien grinned. > "I wish we could take them right now... but I > suppose that's the nature of the beast eh." "Yeah, aint right whatever is appenin' in there. Needs sortin'." Evan agreed as he navigated the van in to a Burger King drive thru. "Grub up." [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Oct 26 15:26:24 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <20041026142136.51469.qmail@web25705.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20041026142136.51469.qmail@web25705.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200410261626.25056.ajventer@direqlearn.org> On Tuesday, 26 October 2004 16:21, Mik Reed wrote: > > In the van Damien grinned. > > "I wish we could take them right now... but I > > suppose that's the nature of the beast eh." > > "Yeah, aint right whatever is appenin' in there. Needs > sortin'." Evan agreed as he navigated the van in to a > Burger King drive thru. "Grub up." > Damien nodded. "Yeah, some grub would seriously hit the spot dude. You got this round, I'll get the next, I aint been with the guardians long enough to get my first paycheck." He absentmindedly tapped the glove compartment, in which he had stored his OTHER snack... but that was for later. tag OOC: Give them a bit of rest... I have them back in time to still do what I had in mind in the FIRST place for them... muhahahahahaha -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.org/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From SummersTree at gmail.com Tue Oct 26 17:13:09 2004 From: SummersTree at gmail.com (SummerTree) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <-7835913767710989172@unknownmsgid> References: <-7835913767710989172@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: > "Levaux..." Gerrad lifted the glass to his nose, smelling the vintage and enjoying the aroma before tasting it. As he pronounced his name his more true accent, more French than Southern rose. "And your name, ma'cherie?" The taste of the Merlot was pleasant and he nodded his approval as the waiter passed. She held out her perfectly manicured hand, the palm face down. "I am Grace and it is a pleasure to meet you Monsieur Levaux", her smile and tone conveyed that she was absolutely delighted to meet Levaux, not too reserved nor too eager - Grace could have taught etiquette to royalty if she so desired. "This is an excellent Merlot is it not?" From SummersTree at gmail.com Tue Oct 26 17:21:11 2004 From: SummersTree at gmail.com (SummerTree) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC Email problems Message-ID: Hi Folks, I'm having problems with my other email account - AJ could you do me a favour and add this address to the gotc chat mailing list. Also Kat I'm not sure if my reply to your last post would have made it out, if you haven't had it would you mind resending your last post to this email address? Cheers my dears! Clare From ajventer at gmail.com Tue Oct 26 18:13:49 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC Email problems In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04102610133a38b626@mail.gmail.com> Done. A.J. On Tue, 26 Oct 2004 17:21:11 +0100, SummerTree wrote: > Hi Folks, > > I'm having problems with my other email account - AJ could you do me a > favour and add this address to the gotc chat mailing list. > > Also Kat I'm not sure if my reply to your last post would have made it > out, if you haven't had it would you mind resending your last post to > this email address? > > Cheers my dears! > > Clare > _______________________________________________ > 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. A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Oct 26 19:26:51 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: References: <20041024225630.52430.qmail@web40526.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: On Mon, 25 Oct 2004 19:35:42 +0100, queenortart wrote: > > Jessie patted her hand reassuringly. "Glad to help, Jay. Let's see...does Callum remember where he saw the man last? That would be the place to start. Look for footprints, broken brush, even signs of thread caught on branches. If he can remember where everyone was, chances are that the man ran away from the center of activity. I was...a little out of it then, so I don't remember anything useful, and even if I did, I couldn't be sure it wasn't tainted by the drugs." > > > > She tried to keep her voice calm, emotionless, clinical. Inside, though, fear gripped her heart at the memory of that maniac. She'd never forget that voice as long as she lived. > > Miranda looked at Jessie, she looked a little agitated although her > voice sounded calm enough. > > "Are you okay?" she whispered.... > Once there, he poked his head in the door. "Doctor, Miss Miranda, our recon team got back to me. The whole story checks out. You're welcome here as long as you need to stay. Do you have any idea how long before this cult thing is supposed to happen though ? Sounds like it will be a hard place to hit, we'll have to do our preparations right, but we have to get there before that happens." "Have they seen Victoria - is she alright, has he hurt her?" Miranda was frantic, and far too worried to even consider any of his questions. -- "At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." Rose Macaulay From ajventer at gmail.com Tue Oct 26 19:31:15 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: References: <20041024225630.52430.qmail@web40526.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc041026113160fdf66b@mail.gmail.com> > > > > > She tried to keep her voice calm, emotionless, clinical. Inside, though, fear gripped her heart at the memory of that maniac. She'd never forget that voice as long as she lived. > > > > Miranda looked at Jessie, she looked a little agitated although her > > voice sounded calm enough. > > > > "Are you okay?" she whispered.... > > > Once there, he poked his head in the door. "Doctor, Miss Miranda, our recon > team got back to me. The whole story checks out. You're welcome here as long > as you need to stay. Do you have any idea how long before this cult thing is > supposed to happen though ? Sounds like it will be a hard place to hit, we'll > have to do our preparations right, but we have to get there before that > happens." > > "Have they seen Victoria - is she alright, has he hurt her?" Miranda > was frantic, and far too worried to even consider any of his > questions. "They saw her, she's still alive, I don't think they could learn much more, I did get the impression their worried about her. They at least want us to move fast." tag From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Oct 26 19:33:22 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter In-Reply-To: <9101590545498408297@unknownmsgid> References: <9101590545498408297@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: > "You won't always need them now either, but when you're on patrol I'd keep at least one clip at all times. Silver is neat stuff, most supernaturals are effected by it in one way or another. The catch is that it's expensive to get a hold of, and can be a pain to get the mix right since it's too soft to make non alloyed weaponry with. Which all boils down to not using it if you don't have to. Faery folk take more damage from lead shot or even standard shot." Stephanie smiled a bit, getting into her stride. "I have several types of modified rounds depending on how much damage we're needing. Silver nitrate cores, garlic tips, all kinds of things." "Load me up then!" Joy was more than happy to leave the PhD stuff and go play with guns. From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Oct 26 20:07:24 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc041026113160fdf66b@mail.gmail.com> References: <20041024225630.52430.qmail@web40526.mail.yahoo.com> <7f39e5bc041026113160fdf66b@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > "They saw her, she's still alive, I don't think they could learn much > more, I did get the impression their worried about her. They at least > want us to move fast." > "Please do whatever you can to help her, please" she pleaded. She thought back to what he'd said when he came in. "I think it's happening on Sunday" She wondered what she could do, how she could help, but she couldn't even walk properly right now. She felt pathetic and useless. From ajventer at gmail.com Tue Oct 26 20:25:32 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: References: <20041024225630.52430.qmail@web40526.mail.yahoo.com> <7f39e5bc041026113160fdf66b@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc041026122538f13eb8@mail.gmail.com> On Tue, 26 Oct 2004 20:07:24 +0100, queenortart wrote: > > "They saw her, she's still alive, I don't think they could learn much > > more, I did get the impression their worried about her. They at least > > want us to move fast." > > > "Please do whatever you can to help her, please" she pleaded. She > thought back to what he'd said when he came in. "I think it's > happening on Sunday" > > She wondered what she could do, how she could help, but she couldn't > even walk properly right now. She felt pathetic and useless. > He nodded. He had not hidden anything from her, after all if she was to trust them, the commander at least has to be honest with her. "We'll do everything we can." he saw the glint on her face, he may not be able to read her mind... but body language can be a very good substitute.. "the best thing you can do for her right now is stay in bed and get better. We may need you to help us plan our attack, and then you'll need to be sharp... right now you should get all the rest you can... you were very brave today, you can take a break for a while first... later I will need you to give me details, and it will probably be hard and tedious because the smallest thing can be important... the best thing you can do for her is to be sharp and rested when the time comes." he smiled at her. "You are a very brave young girl... in due time we should talk again... I think I mighht want to offer you a job, but we'll talk about your future later, for now, we have enough 'present' to deal with first don't you think." 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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Oct 26 20:54:53 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041026195453.77951.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> > > > Jessie patted her hand reassuringly. "Glad to > help, Jay. Let's see...does Callum remember where > he saw the man last? That would be the place to > start. Look for footprints, broken brush, even > signs of thread caught on branches. If he can > remember where everyone was, chances are that the > man ran away from the center of activity. I was...a > little out of it then, so I don't remember anything > useful, and even if I did, I couldn't be sure it > wasn't tainted by the drugs." > > > > > > She tried to keep her voice calm, emotionless, > clinical. Inside, though, fear gripped her heart at > the memory of that maniac. She'd never forget that > voice as long as she lived. > > > > Miranda looked at Jessie, she looked a little > agitated although her > > voice sounded calm enough. > > > > "Are you okay?" she whispered.... Jessie was touched by the girl's concern. "I'm just fine," she said. "This is my...my fiance on the link. He's investigating at a place that has some bad memories for me. In fact, meeting him was the only good thing to come from it. That and finding the Guardians, of course." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ > > > Once there, he poked his head in the door. "Doctor, > Miss Miranda, our recon > team got back to me. The whole story checks out. > You're welcome here as long > as you need to stay. Do you have any idea how long > before this cult thing is > supposed to happen though ? Sounds like it will be a > hard place to hit, we'll > have to do our preparations right, but we have to > get there before that > happens." > > "Have they seen Victoria - is she alright, has he > hurt her?" Miranda was frantic, and far too worried to even consider any of his questions. "I'm sure they'll do what they can," Jessie said softly. "Once they get some backup, they can rescue her. We...we CAN rescue her, can't we, Commander?" Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Oct 26 20:57:04 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc041026113160fdf66b@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20041026195704.99887.qmail@web40529.mail.yahoo.com> > "They saw her, she's still alive, I don't think they > could learn much > more, I did get the impression their worried about > her. They at least > want us to move fast." "Who do you have available to go with them?" Jessie asked. tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Oct 26 21:00:10 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041026200010.49744.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> > > "They saw her, she's still alive, I don't think > they could learn much > > more, I did get the impression their worried about > her. They at least > > want us to move fast." > > > "Please do whatever you can to help her, please" she > pleaded. She > thought back to what he'd said when he came in. "I > think it's > happening on Sunday" > > She wondered what she could do, how she could help, > but she couldn't > even walk properly right now. She felt pathetic and > useless. Jessie wrapped a comforting arm around Miranda's shoulders. "Please don't worry. We'll do what we can. Your friend wanted to ba safe. Maybe, if they could let her know that, that will help her." From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Oct 26 21:27:37 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: <20041026200010.49744.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041026200010.49744.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > Jessie wrapped a comforting arm around Miranda's > shoulders. "Please don't worry. We'll do what we > can. Your friend wanted to ba safe. Maybe, if they > could let her know that, that will help her." Miranda nodded her head, looking worried anyway. From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Oct 26 21:43:52 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc041026122538f13eb8@mail.gmail.com> References: <20041024225630.52430.qmail@web40526.mail.yahoo.com> <7f39e5bc041026113160fdf66b@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc041026122538f13eb8@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > He nodded. He had not hidden anything from her, after all if she was > to trust them, the commander at least has to be honest with her. > "We'll do everything we can." he saw the glint on her face, he may not > be able to read her mind... but body language can be a very good > substitute.. "the best thing you can do for her right now is stay in > bed and get better. We may need you to help us plan our attack, and > then you'll need to be sharp... right now you should get all the rest > you can... you were very brave today, you can take a break for a while > first... later I will need you to give me details, and it will > probably be hard and tedious because the smallest thing can be > important... the best thing you can do for her is to be sharp and > rested when the time comes." he smiled at her. "You are a very brave > young girl... in due time we should talk again... I think I mighht > want to offer you a job, but we'll talk about your future later, for > now, we have enough 'present' to deal with first don't you think." > "Mmmm, I think so" she agreed. She settled back, determined to rest and tell them everything she could. "I'll think about it and work out what I can." Her mind was working overtime, working here? She didn't know what to think about that. From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Oct 27 00:05:00 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Back in the Real World 5 In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: Snuggling up was pretty much the finest thing in the world, and all things being equal Joy would have stayed there for the whole day, but there were things to see, places to go, people to do. And a bloody awful play to read. Ho Hum. She hugged Jethro tightly, and kissed his shoulder. "Hey there, you gorgeous man." she prodded him gently in the stomach with her index finger. "Come on, let's have a shower and get on with it, we've both got lots to do. She looked up into his eyes, and felt such a overwhelming sense of pleasure and delight in being here with him right now. She kissed him, smiling again. Her face muscles were being to ache with the unaccustomed expression. They showered and got dressed, and prepared together to face the day. End of this whole thread... Phew. -- "At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." Rose Macaulay From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Oct 27 00:10:59 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fairytale in New York (Joy and Jethro do dinner) Part 1 (a) Message-ID: OOC This takes place Thursday Evening. Joy stood in her room with her stomach was tying into knots. It was as though a small army of monkeys were inside her doing a very elaborate macrame exercise. She looked down at herself. The coral dress was truly lovely and the shoes matched perfectly. Terry had spent ages doing her hair and her makeup with her. When she looked in the mirror she looked like someone else. A soft knock came on the door, then a porter's voice. "Ma'am, the commander requests your company for dinner tonight, if you would care to follow me, I will take you to the limousine." Heck. A limousine. Heck. She picked up her bag and twitched the wrap around her shoulders for the tenth time in the last five minutes and opened the door. The porter, dressed in a classic butler's suit, gallantly led her down the stairs to the limousine parked outside. Sullivan was standing outside. He was wearing full tails, complete with top-hat and cane, every inch the classic gentleman. Although his smile was that of a gentle man. "Ah Mam'selle, you look... absolutely startling" he greeted her, with a bow. "And you. Gosh, you look gorgeous." She reached up and kissed his cheek, then wiped the lipstick off with her fingers, "Ooops sorry, not used to this." She waved her hand down herself "What this old thing?" It was said with a smile in her voice. "I hope it's alright, since I have no idea where we're going." He bowed graciously again. "You mam'selle, could go to the Ritz in a sack, and be the belle of the ball" He held out his hand to her, and gently let her into the car, stepping in behind her. The silk rustled as she stepped into the car, which was absolutely huge. She could have held a party for all her friends in the back. Of course this said as much about how many friends she had as about how big the car was. But she had more today than she'd had a few days ago and she felt extremely good about that. And holding Jethro's hand, she knew she'd found a very important friend indeed "You're not going to tell me then?" her eyes sparkled with excitement. She didn't feel a need to know really, she was just terribly pleased to be here with him now. "I don't mind, so long as it's not an Italian I guess?" His face fell, but he lifted it with a mischievous smile. "No, not Italian." he said. The car had started to move. He pressed a button next to him and a tray slid out between them, it had an ice bucket and a bottle of well chilled sparkling wine inside, next to it stood two crystal glasses. "Shall I pour us something so long ?" "That would be lovely. Thank you, do you need this hand back for that?" she squeezed it and then released it. There was something of note when he opened the bottle, the cork came out soundlessly - this alone was a skill of a maestro. It was confirmed when he poured the two glasses with the unique style of a French expert. He did not tilt them, yet not a single millimeter of foam formed. True champagne drinkers did not waste bubbles. The label on the bottle was blurred from the ice, but unmistakably to anyone who knew, it was Dom Perignon, it said something that Jethro made a point of not mentioning this. He held her glass out to her. "Tonight my girl, you are the princess of New York... do not allow yourself to feel or be treated as any less." She smiled and sipped the wine, making a face and blinking as the bubbles went up her nose, then she reached out and took his hand back. "So are you my Prince Charming then... I hope there aren't any Dragons to be rescued from tonight? And I just want to clarify, NO-ONE else is trying these shoes on." He laughed with her. "Just for once, I gave the dragons the night off." he said with a smile. Then he crossed his arm around hers in the classic pose of the romantic champagne drinker. "Prince I don't know about, but charm I think I can do." She sipped the champagne twined around his arm. This was fun, although not what she was used to. She could get used to it though. A thought crossed her mind. She was going to run out of new frocks very quickly. "You do a pretty good job, Mon Ami. You do a pretty good job of everything really. Although more praise and adulation on my new found shopping prowess would be good. It was hard work you know!?" He laughed again, and clinked his glass softly with hers. "Perhaps your new found ability to hint at what you want is a greater achievement Ma Cherie, but in case I had horribly failed to point it out sufficiently, you do clean up gorgeously." he leaned forward and pecked her lightly on the lips as the car came to a stop. "Ah, I believe we are here." She looked out of the window and saw hundred of tiny little lights; it was like Christmas in October, but on a huge scale. It was so pretty! She looked at him, her eyes sparkling, enchanted by it. She really felt like a princess in a fairy tale. All it needed was the limo to be a glass coach and she really would be Cinderella. "It's so beautiful, where are we?" "Welcome Ma Cherie, to the Tavern on the Green" he did not mention the amount of trouble it had taken to get reservations on such short notice. The driver opened the car door and held it for them; he stepped out, holding his hand to her. "Shall we?" -- "At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." Rose Macaulay From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Oct 27 00:16:03 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fairytale in New York (Joy and Jethro do dinner) Part 1 (b) In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: "Oh I think we should, since we're here now!" she was a little stunned. Film people came here; she'd seen them on the news. This was all so far outside the normality of Joyworld. She took his hand and climbed out, trying hard not to make an idiot of herself in the short tight skirt. She didn't really want to flash the world with her knickers. Stood outside it looked even more beautiful. All the trees had lights strung through them, and there was the sound of music playing from the entrance. She squeezed his hand, reassuring herself that he was real. He squeezed her hand in return, and let her up the short stone steps to the entrance. The Maitre D' gave him just a passing glance. "Ah Monsieur Sullivan. Your table is ready." he said with a bow. Jethro returned the bow. "Thank you Monsieur. You are too kind." Jethro knew the Maitre D', he was one of the many people in this city who owed their lives to him, he had been the loophole Jethro had needed to get these reservations. Jethro was not one who often called back on a favour... but in this particular case he had done it, Joy had been worth it. The Maitre D' looked over at Joy. "Welcome Mam'selle to our humble dinery, I hope you will find it to your satisfaction." "Thank you" she said quietly, rather overawed. She passed in through the doorway and stopped. There were chandeliers with thousands of lights. All she could see at the moment were lights. She blinked, and held Jethro's hand tighter, completely thrown by it all. She had no idea of what protocol was now; did they wait here to have someone take them to sit down, or what? She turned towards him slightly, wanting reassurance again. He squeezed her hand lightly as a young waiter approached. "Monsieur, shall I lead you to your table?" Sullivan nodded. They were led through the throng; a few faces in there would have been disturbingly familiar if Sullivan had been one to visit the stage or screen. Not that he didn't love theatre; he just never seemed to have time. It felt good to take a night off and he shrugged away the concerns that were gnawing at him, surreptitiously reaching into his pocket and switching his comm-badge off. Finally they were seated, in a corner, with a good view over the interior, but mostly hidden in the shadows next to a flickering candle. "Will Monsieur be ordering drinks?" asked the waiter, whilst unfurling the huge napkins and laying them across their laps. Sullivan looked questioningly at Joy, everything tonight, would be her choice. If Joy had been overawed before it was nothing in comparison to how she felt now. There were lots of famous people here, and she'd felt very conspicuous walking across the room. People had looked at her, and she'd looked over her shoulder, checking behind her to make sure she didn't have her dress tucked into her knickers. She was immensely relieved when they stopped at a secluded round table, with a half moon couch around it. When she sat down, it felt very comfortable. There were lots of scatter cushions, and the waiter positioned one behind her, propping her up. Jethro sat down further down the couch, opposite her on the table. She shed her wrap, folding it carefully. "Er, I'd really like a Cosmopolitan." She had never had one, but she knew that they were all pink and girly, and she wanted to feel like a girl tonight. Sullivan nodded to the waiter. "You heard the lady. For myself... I'll take a blue lagoon." The waiter nodded and disappeared to fetch the drinks. "Blue for boys eh." he said with a soft smile... "You may want to try and look less beautiful - or I will be forced to seduce you later," he finished, and sat back against the chair... it was the closest to a sexual statement he was likely to go. He wanted her to feel attractive, not lusted after. Not that there was anything wrong with the latter, this just wasn't the time for it. She blushed, partially out of embarrassment at the compliment and partially because she had a mental image of them together, naked and wrapped round each other. Her stomach flipped, and she dipped her eyelids. "Oh I sincerely hope so Jethro." She reached her hand across the table for his. There seemed to be hundreds of knives and forks and glasses on it. The linen was white and very starched. She had no idea what they were all for. She was just going to have to wing it. "So do you come here often?" she asked, and then broke into laughter at the cliche and his expression. "Actually it's my first time as well." he said laughing with her. "If I'm allowed to share a hint, there's no trick to all this stuff" he pointed to the scattering of cutlery on the table, "you just work your way from the outside in." Their drinks arrived on a small tray, and were placed in front of them before the waiter silently disappeared; he was clearly smart enough to know the dangers that breaking up an intimate moment held for the average tip. She fell silent, gazing at him, for a second, and then taking a moment to look around. The place was stunning. Lots of little dark corners, with the lighting provided by overhead chandeliers with tiny winking lights. The ceiling was carved plaster, and through the windows she could see lots of bushes and trees all lit up as well. It was like something out of fairyland. "Are we in the park or something?" She sipped her drink, gosh it was strong... He took a sip of his own drink. "Yes, on the South West side" He swallowed the powerful cocktail with every sign of enjoyment. "Any idea what you'd like to eat Ma Cherie" he asked. "Er, no not really." she picked up the menu and opened it, there were words on there she'd never even heard of. "Er fish, meat - I don't know?" she sounded a little panicked by it all. He smiled at her. "Okay, may I recommend the oysters... they are supposed to be the best in New York... and of course... there are... rumours about oysters." he gave her another loving smile. "We'll worry about the second course later. If you don't like oysters, the crab cakes are quite famous as well, and if you wish to skip seafood entirely their Caesar Salad is legendary" She was more than happy for him to decide entirely, she was worried about making a mistake, and embarrassing both of them. "Okay oysters then. I've never ever had them." She was more than a little perturbed, but trying very hard not to show it. She shifted around wriggling in the chair, getting comfortable. Sullivan smiled at her. "An excellent choice mam'selle" he said softly. "You can relax, we are here for you to enjoy yourself... it's quite frankly impossible for you to do anything wrong tonight." he added, noting her discomfort. The waiter rematerialized to order their starters. "Two plates of your famous half-shell oysters and a bottle of the Latour white burgundy?" he looked at Joy for her approval and she nodded vehemently, trusting his judgment. "Monsieur will not be disappointed, they are our pride." Sullivan smiled at him. "No doubt you would have said that regardless of what I ordered, but that's okay, we wouldn't be here if I doubted the abilities of your chef." The waiter blushed, it was not common for somebody to point out the well known sales-pitching of waiters... but he took in good spirit and left with a bow. "Joy, I must tell you... there is no one I would rather have here with me right now... and if all I had been able to give you was a pizza-shack in the Bronx, it would not have been any less special for me." From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Oct 27 00:21:30 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fairytale in New York (Joy and Jethro do dinner) Part 1 (c) In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: She blinked away a tear, not wanting to smudge her mascara. It had been something of a trial to put it on. She thought hard. If she could do nothing wrong then she could push her luck, and ask him a question she'd been thinking about for some time. "Do you remember I told you yesterday, there is no-one else with whom I could imagine wanting what I have with you?" She smiled at him and squeezed his hand. "Jethro, I feel like I've known you forever, and yet I know nothing really about you. Tell me something about you, would you?" Jethro's face paled a bit, if that was possible for a vampire... there was a lot he couldn't tell her... not yet... but she had a right to ask that question... and there was much he could reveal. "Well what do you want to know Ma Cherie? I was born in a small village in the South of France during the reign of Louis the XIV the sun king. I have been many people in my life. Soldier to the court of France, lover to the Queen of Austria, explorer to the Americas, and eventually, guardian to the oppressed... it took a difficult path with many hard learned lessons to get here... but... I'm happy with where I am now... and since you arrived... happier than ever before in my life. All of my past, as filled up as it was... feels empty by comparison..." He was so perfect; he just made her want to melt into a puddle saying things like that. She looked at him with such longing the air between them seemed to waver. "Oh Jethro" she gasped. "You say the nicest things. You know you make me so happy, I can't begin to tell you." He blushed... the great warrior... the stoic guardian.., the man who sent others into battles, and bore the responsibility for bringing them back alive... was blushing. He looked at her. "I mean them all... I... I... I haven't blushed in over three-hundred years... nobody's been able to make me blush since I was fourteen." She smiled at him, and sipped more of her cocktail; it seemed to be loosening her inhibitions rather. "I remember being fourteen, I had a huge crush on Richard Sergeant. He was from Bradford as well." She fell silent though, remembering seeing his body, which she'd recognised from his clothes. Very little of his features remained recognisable after the bullet had gone through them. "I had the misadventure of going through puberty in Catholic France... shortly thereafter a chance meeting with a stranger changed my life forever... for one thing; it made it a lot longer." "But you were what... 25 or so when you were changed?" she looked at his features assessing them. "Yes, but when you've lived for three-hundred years, ten years lose a lot of meaning. No doubt at the time it had felt like an eternity.... from this side, it was practically the next day." "I guess..." she didn't know what to say to that. Their experiences were so different. She sat quietly, sipping her cocktail, she didn't want to ask about his family, since after three hundred years they must all be dead; she didn't want to remind him about work. It was hardly likely he'd have been to any movies lately. He looked at her; he wasn't sure what to talk about. What was a safe subject here... a thought crept up to his mind. "Tell me about your work... the PhD stuff, I know I won't understand the intricacies, but I would love a layman's view of what it is you actually do." She felt much safer talking about this, and her eyes shone with the opportunity to talk about something she really cared about. "Well, our brain is the essential neural structure that allows us to learn, to remember, and to adapt to changes of environment. We believe that our brain learns and remembers things by changing the strength of synapses, the connections between neurons, and by changing the integration of synaptic inputs, the efficacy of neurons in response to stimuli." She looked at him to make sure he was still with her, people did tend to switch off when she started on this, but she also knew he was extremely intelligent. He did not in fact understand most of it, but it was fascinating to watch her face light up when she spoke about it. So he listened attentively, enjoying the look on her face. He felt he ought to ask something that at least sounded intelligent. "So these connections, they like the ones in them neural nets Ratso's always talking about?" "Something like that, they use some of the theory we're picking up in the brain work. About the way that brains learn information. There's movement in and out of the membranes in the brain of a small number of receptor proteins, things like glutamate. I've been working on basic molecular and cellular mechanisms underlying the synaptic plasticity and integration. Things like the signaling molecules and pathways" He sat back, somehow a link had formed in his brain... and he was suddenly thoughtful. "So how do your theories sync with telepaths and telekinetics? I have to admit that although under... certain conditions... I have telepathic abilities, I have no idea how they actually work." "I'm not sure, it would be an interesting project to work on. We used lab animals and not real people. So no telepathy that I know about. What's it like, what conditions does it happen under?" she looked at him curiously. Jethro looked at her. "Only if I've recently had human blood... giving that up meant giving up telepathy... other people have it more permanently. In my case, it's a vampire ability; Morganis though, seems to have been born a very strong telepath. I heard a theory on it once, that the brain is not just chemical but electrochemical, and all electricity generates electromagnetic fields. Radio waves are nothing but electromagnetic waves... that literally the brain can be attuned to read and send these waves in that way." "That's right!" she looked like a small child wanting to jump up and down in her seat, "I wonder how I could create experimental conditions without cutting people's brains open to study it. I take it you don't want your brain cut open so I can test this out?" The waiter arrived as silently as before, brandishing the wine, and placing their oysters in front of them. Joy immediately fell silent. He opened the wine and gave it to Jethro to taste and when he nodded poured Joy's glass and then Jethro's. "Bon appetite Mam'selle et Monsieur" he said with a bow and disappeared. "You would need to do serious damage to kill me... but I think it might hurt anyway." Jethro said with a grin. He took an oyster and popped one in his mouth...thinking for a moment and got an idea... "but maybe... what about an EEG?" "That might work; it would give us the electrical activity, but not the chemistry. It would be a good starting point." She looked at the oysters. "Okay, what the hell do I do with these then?" He smiled. "This looks gross, but it's worth it." he said, and picked up the shell, tipping the oyster with sauce into his mouth. He chewed with every sign of delight and eventually swallowed. "Try it, trust me - it's really good." She thought about holding her nose, but looking round didn't really think this would be appreciated. She picked it up and looked at it suspiciously, and wrinkled her nose. She bought a little time dragging poetry from the back of her brain, inspired by Oysters. ""A loaf of bread," the Walrus said, "Is what we chiefly need: Pepper and vinegar besides, Are very good indeed-- Now, if you're ready, Oysters dear, We can begin to feed." But answer there came none-- And this was scarcely odd, because they'd eaten every one." she paused and lifted it up. "Okay here goes." He nodded appreciatively at her. "It's a bit of an acquired taste... but it's worth acquiring..." She tipped it into her mouth; it was kind of salty, like the sea, and a little metallic. The texture was kind of odd, sort of slimy and rubbery. She chewed a little and then swallowed. Then she took a gulp of the cold white wine to wash it down. "It's erm, different. I hope it works, that's all I can say." She raised an eyebrow and blew a kiss at him. He gulped for a bit before regaining his composure. "Oh so do I my lady." he said, and swallowed some of his own wine, enjoying the palate before taking another oyster and holding it to his mouth. "I can tell you this much, each one tastes better than the last" he said before tipping it over and chewing with clear delight. It astonished her - the effect she could have on him with a look - it made her feel great. She took another and pretty much drank it down. It tasted better than before but she wasn't convinced of their reported qualities. She scooted round the couch, a little. "I just want to test this out; whether they make a difference. Come round here so I can kiss you." He happily slid along the seat until he was next to her, and put his arms around her. Leaning in to kiss her softly on the lips, letting himself flow into the kiss. She took the greatest pleasure in smooching with him in a public place, although it was incredibly unlikely that anyone they knew was here to see it. He took her breath away - literally. "Mmmmm, not convinced about the oysters, but I am more than convinced about you." she slid back over, and slipped her wine again. From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Oct 27 00:25:56 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fairytale in New York (Joy and Jethro do dinner) Part 1 (d) In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: He laughed and took his own place, swallowing the next oyster and then some wine to wash it down. It had felt wonderful to kiss her. "You are teasing me Ma Cherie..." he said grinning, "I don't entirely mind" "Well, that's lucky. I intend to spend lots of time teasing you, and kissing you. It would be an awful shame if you minded." She really didn't want to eat the rest of the oysters, and she pointed at them. "I've had enough of those, is... is that alright?" He nodded. "Absolutely. I wouldn't want you to remember this as the night of horrid food... oysters aren't for everyone I suppose." He sat back, his own plate was empty. The waiter rematerialized out of nowhere, and took the plates. "Has Monsieur decided on a main course?" he asked. Jethro looked at Joy. She shrugged at him, and opened her eyes wide. "I don't know...?" she sounded a little panicked about it. Choices had never been a big part of her life, and they made her feel out of control. He decided to stick to something simple. "The roast lamb?" he asked the waiter. "I believe it will appeal to Monsieur's tastes" came the reply. "Two then, mine very, very rare. Ask the lady how she likes hers" The waiter looked across, and stood poised with his attention on Joy. "Er, rare, I guess. Yes rare." She looked across at him and smiled. "Sounds good." She didn't really care that much about what they were eating, but it served to calm her. The waiter nodded. "Very well mam'selle" he said, and left them to themselves again while he took the order through. Sullivan looked at the lovely woman he was dining with. She looked happier than he could remember, and it made her radiant, made her all the more beautiful, the intense green of her eyes were almost hypnotic, one could get lost in eyes like that. He topped up their wine glasses and smiled at her. "I know it was mere chance that brought you to us... but I'm glad of it anyway." "Me too." She thought back to the nasty little apartment, and how miserable she'd been. "You rescued me, as much as I ever came to the rescue you know? Imagine; I could have been rigging lights right now, ready for a few nights of hell on earth working on that bloody awful play." There were several other things she'd been rescued from, but she chose not to mention them. As they were sitting a man came walking past, he had a bunch of roses in his left arm, and a tray of expensive looking cigars in the other. "A flower for the lady monsieur?" he asked with a deep bow. Sullivan dragged his eyes off the very luxurious looking cigars and looked over at Joy. "That depends; do you like roses Ma Cherie?" What woman doesn't like roses, she thought. "Well, yep, but if it's a choice I'd rather have a cigar?" Sullivan nodded, the lamb was likely to take some time, and the cigars did look delectable. "Two of your finest my good man." he said to the salesman. "Right you are sir" he responded and handed them over. He dug a cigar-clipper from his pocket - quite an achievement with his full arms and his movements were reminiscent of a seaworld seal. "Shall I snip them for you sir?" "What now? I thought you weren't allowed to smoke anything, anywhere, in New York?" said Joy, she would be quite happy to smoke a cigar, but didn't want to be sent to prison for it, and under the mayoral directive that seemed like the very least that could happen. The cigar seller looked at her aghast. "But Mademoiselle, we are a French restaurant. These are our premises. There is no law, from zee Americans, that can stop a Franchman's right to smoke" His accent seemed to have become more French than a packet of Gauloises. Sullivan laughed.... "Well then Gaston, when in Rome eh." and took the snipped cigar, lighting it up and taking a deep drag, which he proceeded to elegantly puff out. Joy took her cigar, it was about the size of a small log, and she was a tad overawed, but like the rest of this evening she was prepared to get on with things and see how they panned out. She waited whilst a light was presented to her, and puffed away until it was lit, and then blew out a smoke ring. Sullivan took another puff, and let the smoke roll around his mouth, enjoying the fine scented tobacco flavour before blowing it out. The cigar seller disappeared as silently as he had arrived. Sullivan could only assume that the cigar would be added to the bill. "Have you noticed how the staff here seem to appear and disappear without any noise...? I'm tempted to wonder if there are dark forces at work" he said with a grin. Joy looked a little alarmed, and then realised he was kidding, and laughed. She drew on the cigar again, it was going to last for a long time, it was truly huge. "Do you see dark forces everywhere Jethro? You need to relax and let the world go by without worrying." Realising the hypocrisy of what she'd just said, she laughed. "Ooops. That was a bit rich coming from me. Sorry." Sullivan laughed. "At least it looks like you take my advice seriously enough to start giving it out." he replied. His face became a tad more serious and he looked intently at her, puffing almost absentmindedly on the cigar as he looked at her puffing on her own. "I have this terrible desire right now to kiss you again." he said softly. Her stomach did the most amazing somersault, and the hairs stood up on the back of her neck. "I don't think that's terrible" she whispered... He looked at her. "Perhaps not.... but I will certainly feel pretty terrible if you were to refuse." he whispered back. "Ma Cherie..." She rested the cigar butt in what she sincerely hoped was a ashtray and not some sort of strange serving dish, and stood up, then walked round to him, sitting on the edge of the couch, and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him long and hard. When she broke away, he had traces of lipstick on his mouth. "Er..." she was finding it hard to speak right now. "We need to stop this here, otherwise we'll be in serious danger of getting arrested!" "What smoking in a public venue with aggravated making out?" he said with a soft smile. "I think I'll have to put my foot down and refuse to stop... but perhaps we can pause... until after dinner... doesn't that sound a better plan Ma Cherie?" Right, yes, sensible, she told herself, taking his napkin and dabbing at the lipstick. This man, she couldn't understand how he affected her like this. She was behaving like a teenager. No-one, but no-one had ever come close to her like this. Suddenly she was frightened, she didn't want to be, but it hit her like a blow to the chest. She jumped up, wondering what on earth she could say or do. "Oh damn, damn, damn." she swore, feeling a wave of nausea, "oh hell I think, I think, I'm going to be sick." Sullivan was up and next to her with supernatural speed, his arms around her resting her head on his chest. "Don't be scared Ma Cherie", he could smell it coming off her, "what is there to be scared of, having fun? I think you've earned at least as much." he said soothingly. "Oh" she moaned, "I hate this, I really hate this." she swallowed hard, trying to battle against the feeling in her stomach. "Just... just give me a minute will you." she grabbed her bag, looking for the ladies room. He let her go, squeezing her hand as he did. "If you want to go, I won't stop you, I'll be here waiting... but perhaps... perhaps you should talk to me about what you're afraid off?" "Jethro, I don't want to be sick on you. Just..." her forehead broke out in sweat, and her knees felt shaky. "Just, I'll be back, stay here would you?" From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Oct 27 00:37:34 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fwd: Fairytale in New York (Joy and Jethro do dinner) Part 1 (e) In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: She ran off to the rest room. There were hundreds of small rolled up individual towels ready for patrons to use them to dry their hands and she took one and ran cold water onto it and held to her forehead, waiting for the sensation to subside. It took a while, but finally she felt calm enough to emerge. She looked in the mirror. All her lipstick had come off and she looked a little ragged round the edges. She fished into her purse, working round the gun, to find her comb and her lipstick. She did what she could without Terry there to supervise operations. When she came out she took a couple of deep breaths and made her way back to the table. He was sitting behind the table. His fingers steepled in front of his face, much the way he had been sitting when she had seen him the very first time in his office. He smiled tenderly at her, but didn't speak... he waited calmly for her to say the first word. She smiled rather wanly at him, and sat down. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bail on you, but I didn't think throwing up on you would be conducive to a pleasant night out." He nodded. "Then again, throwing up at all at Tavern on the Green is rather an unusual occurrence... perhaps you would like to tell me what that was? Something spooked you; I can't help you unless I know what it was." "I'm not sure that anyone can help." She didn't want to tell him, but she knew she was going to stay all bound up in the past unless she let some of it out. "I'm just not very good at having fun. It's like every time I'm enjoying life, something inside me tries to stop it." She stopped really not comfortable with this at all. How could she tell him how utterly petrified she was of getting close to him? "It's like I don't deserve it." Sullivan stared at her. He wished right now he could read her mind... well, he couldn't, so he would just have to do this the old fashioned way... talking. "You're telling me the symptom... but you're hiding the cause... I can't guess it... but I know you well enough by now to get a feel when you try to hide things by only telling me half... " She looked down at the table, ashamed again. He was a good man, he deserved better than this, better than what she could give him, what she was capable of giving him. "I don't know how to explain it. I feel like there's only part of me here. There's so much of me that's still drowning. So much that can't deal with good things. I'm scared of... I'm scared of caring for you; I'm scared of how you make me happy." She stopped then, unable to continue without crying, and she really didn't want to do that here. He looked at her deeply. "That is part of being a person Ma Cherie. I have my secrets too, things in my past that... haunt me every night while I sleep. We all have our pain, some more than others... some darker than others... and we've all done things we shouldn't have... if you feel bad about them... that alone makes you a good person... worthy of being forgiven, of forgiving yourself... and of being happy." "Forgiveness?" she laughed a hollow laugh. "You don't know all the things I have to try and forgive myself for. Okay. Let me give you an example. Richard, who I mentioned before, Richard Sergeant. He was a really cute kid. His parents brought him out to Virginia, to Simmons Gap. He was 16, hardly lived yet. I really looked up to him; he helped me with weapons training. He was pretty much the oldest of the kids. I used to dream about leaving there and running away with him, going to live somewhere normal, in a regular house, in a regular town, without any of the others. I wanted to be his girl. That wasn't so much to want was it? I imagined us getting away, having a real life, getting married." Her eyes were very moist, and she fiddled with the cutlery on the table. "I wanted so much to be a regular girl. But I knew that what had happened to me, what Isaac had done... I couldn't ever hope to be a regular girl. Who would want to marry me? I knew he cared about me, but as a friend. We all cared about each other, you know?" She paused then and looked at him, wanting to gauge his reaction, whether it was safe to tell him everything. He looked at her softly. "It's not too late... I know of at least one person who could happily spend his life with you... and nothing that happened at Simmons Gap was your fault. If you actually come to list the things that you actually are to blame for, you'll find the task of forgiveness is much smaller than you're making it now. Because you think you need forgiveness for that vile scumbag's actions as well... and you don't. He doesn't deserve forgiveness; those are not your crimes... not your penance to pay.... I've done far worse things that I pay for every day of my life... you are an innocent by comparison!" he stopped suddenly, it had slipped out... he had not wanted to talk about these things yet... he fell quiet, looking down at the table... suddenly *he* was afraid. If she asked, he could not lie to her... and if she then stormed out... how could he blame her? She looked at him, puzzled, he couldn't have done anything worse than Isaac, she didn't believe that for a moment, she wondered what he meant, and then shifted it to the back burner for a now. He had to know what she'd done. "I wasn't innocent Jethro, I made it happen. You don't understand." she shook her head then. "How could you understand?" she shook her head again. "I made a deal with God. I said that I'd do anything He wanted. I didn't know then that meant letting Isaac abuse me. I didn't know you shouldn't make deals with God. He let that happen, and then..." No. She wasn't ready to talk about that yet. It would have to wait for the moment. Return to Richard, that was relatively safe in comparison. "I plotted, and planned, I couldn't tell anyone else what I wanted to do. I didn't trust anyone else. They all looked up to Isaac; he was the father we all needed. Only for some of us he was rather more than a father. We used to train for what we would do if the police came. We did drills. I knew all those people would kill themselves. And yet I still asked for help. And all those people died Jethro. I knew what would happen and I still did it. And Richard, I think he was trying to get away, part of me hopes he wanted to come and find me. They shot him whilst he was running away, shot him through the head. And if I'd just shut up then it would never ever have happened." He looked at her; his voice was harsher when he spoke. "None of that was your fault. How could it be - you should never even have had to BE there. You didn't kill those people, you didn't make them go through with it, when the time came, they did it to themselves, by choice. As for God and Isaac, no offense Ma Cherie, but bullshit. I am not going to go into whether there is a God or not, but I'll tell you this much. A lot of very bad things have been done in his name, things of which I have no doubt he would NOT approve. Isaac is the last person whose opinions I would trust on God - the Jesus I read about, loved children, he hugged them and blessed them and held them up to adults as an example to strive toward... God or not - that I thoroughly approve of. I know that Jesus would never have condoned abusing a child, stealing a mere girls' innocence to satisfy some perverted lust. I've known people like Isaac, they love to talk about God." He ended his tirade, and reached across the table, taking her hands, then in the softest, most tender voice she had ever heard him use he finished. "I know you know that all that is true... how can I help you to actually believe it?" She held onto him tightly, a tear running down her cheek. "I don't know all that..." she whispered. No-one without supernatural hearing would have stood a chance of hearing it. "I've lived with this for half my life Jethro, you can't just wave a magic wand and make it all go away." She let go, and wiped her cheek. "I made the police come. I should have just shut up. If I had just been prepared to put up with it. But I wanted more, I wanted to be normal." "And what good does it do you now to hate yourself for it everyday? If I had done that... you wouldn't be here now... the guardians wouldn't have existed... if you really feel you did something wrong... if I cannot show you that you were the one who was wronged... then at least learn something from me... don't hate yourself, try to do good with your life then. Try to help others, try to be for somebody the rescuer you never had... " He squeezed her hands firmly. "But you did nothing wrong... think about what would have happened if you had stayed... how many more girls would Isaac have raped after he got tired of you? What would have happened to your brother? How long do you think it would have been before Isaac had turned him into a copy of himself? At least the life he did have wasn't the life Isaac could offer him. I understand how what happened could prey on the mind of a child... but tell me this, if the same thing happened to another child today... would you hate her like you hate yourself?" "No, how could I? Oh..." she stopped short blushing, realising what she'd just admitted. "I wasn't the only one, you know? There was Cherry Edwards, well I don't know if she counts. She was seventeen. And there was Caroline, she was only twelve, same age as me. That was one of the things that made me want to get out. To make it all stop. But no, I didn't hate them." How could she explain her jealousy, that they stole the time he'd spent with her? Sullivan looked at her. "Then aren't you being, I don't know; reverse-hypocritical? You don't hate them, by your own admission you would not blame another girl who in the same situation did the same thing... yet you hate yourself... surely if it happened again today, that girl would be as guilty as you are? If she isn't, then neither are you." She sat quietly for a little while, turning that round in her head. The waiter, who appeared as silently as before, might well have been waiting patiently for a break in the conversation. He placed their lamb in front of each of them. It was piled about eight inches high on the plate, layered with potato rosti, and with tiny perfectly cooked vegetable arranged artistically. A jus of red wine was swirled around the plate. When he left, Joy shrugged and looked at Jethro. "I guess it's a fair cop, governor." she smiled at him, with some sense of relief. "Let me just get used to that thought for a while." He nodded, and took a bite. "I hope you retained your appetite at least Ma Cherie... this is absolutely divine... and I speak as one who has dined at the tables of kings." She cut a piece, the lamb looked like they had taken it out of the fridge, brought the pan over from the other side of the room, still a little warm off the heat, and put it inside then turned it straight over. She tasted it and it was indeed divine. "Gosh that's good." she shared with him, rolling her eyes in pleasure. He looked at her. She looked better. Slowly but surely he could almost convince himself they were making progress... he cut that thought off, after all what was he, without hope ? He took another mouthful of the soft meat that just melted on his tongue, the bloodiness reviving him somewhat... and then looked at her. Suddenly he wasn't sure what to say... was scared of saying the wrong thing, so he just looked at her... at least she was smiling... she did have a beautiful smile. "Did you really mean that? That you could spend your life with me?" She'd never meant to say that, it just kind of fell out of her mouth. He looked at her... he was worried about this question... worried about scaring her off... but he had made an oath to tell her the truth, and that left him without a choice. "Yes, I never really thought that far before... but when you spoke tonight, I did, and I realized that I could spend indeed be very happy to spend my life with you... my greatest fear right now is the knowledge that I will have to watch you grow old and die... and that... after that... I could never be happy again." he said, it was the honest and straightforward truth. It wasn't easy, truth seldom is, but at least it was said. Her face went pale. Somewhere in her dreams had always been the thought that if she was better, if she was normal, that she could have all those things that other people had. She'd never thought it could really happen. She'd never expected to be better in her heart. She'd never dared to really believe that she could find someone who she could be truthful with, who would know about her past and not just run away screaming from her. Now this wonderful man was here with her now, and she knew that no-one else would ever hold a candle to him. She really cared about him; she really thought that if she was ever going to stand a chance of letting herself love someone it would be him. Her mind reeled as she realised that she might just be able to love this man. She so desperately wanted him to be happy. "That's a long long way away. I'm not planning on dying any time soon. Let's just take this one day at a time Mon Ami." He nodded. When you're three hundred years old, a human life time is not so long anymore... but he could not expect her to see it that way... so he kept the thought to himself... He smiled at her instead. "That sounds very fair to me Ma Cherie..." he said simply, but there was a grateful light in his eyes. He blinked, or perhaps he had closed his eyes for second. Like one who finds the moment too big and needs to shut the world out for a moment to convince himself it was really happening. "I hope that in time I can give you true happiness, and help you find true freedom. I know that your every smile fills my heart with delight... I want to create a world for you where you will never have cause to stop smiling." She put down her knife and fork and stood up, placing her napkin on the couch next to her, and moved round the table to him, sitting down next to him, and wrapped her arms around him, her head against his chest. She just sat there quietly, feeling happy. He wrapped his arms around her, sheltering her against him. He kissed her hair softly and then just sat there, his face nuzzled into her hair, enjoying her presence... TBC From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Oct 27 05:01:13 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041027040113.34747.qmail@web40528.mail.yahoo.com> queenortart wrote: > "Yeah." Ratso stood, but he didn't let go of Muse's hand. "We always got a lot goin' on after full moon. Hard ta woik when yer a rat for tree nights." > > Muse allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. She knew she should get back to the kitchen, there was still plenty to be done, but maybe...maybe they could handle it without her for a little bit. "Well... for a little while, though I need to be back before the lunch crowd, or Phillip will have a heart attack." She paused, looking sheepish. "I mean...well...if that's all right." "Of course it is, my dear woman. I wouldn't have asked otherwise." Frances' tone was one of slight exasperation, but she smiled at Muse in a charming manner, which only came with impecable breeding. Ratso grinned, then held out his arm. "I would be honored to escort you to da infirmary, my lady." He winked. "We'll get ya back in time for lunch. I'll even help, if ya need me." Tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Wed Oct 27 09:45:19 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] In-Reply-To: <200410261626.25056.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20041027084519.44499.qmail@web25707.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> >> "Yeah, aint right whatever is appenin' in there. >> Needs sortin'." Evan agreed as he navigated the van >> in to a Burger King drive thru. "Grub up." > Damien nodded. "Yeah, some grub would seriously hit > the spot dude. You got this round, I'll get the > next, I aint been with the guardians long enough to > get my first paycheck." He absentmindedly tapped the > glove compartment, in which he had stored his > OTHER snack... but that was for later. "No worries geezer," Evan replied as he wound down the window and leant out to give his order. "Evenin' biggest chips yer got, bean burger thingy, big onion rings 'n yer biggest vanilla shake. Oh an' a double whoppa meal wiv coke luv." There was a pause. "Chips... erm, fries, yeah fries, bean burger, wot? Wotever yer got wivaht meat in it, yeah, that'll do. Windah free? Smashin'" Pulling the van forwards to window three he looked back across at Damien, "can't get the staff yer know." Meals in hand he spun the wheels out in to traffic and pulled up in a side alley where they could watch the world go by in peace while they ate. [tag if you want] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Oct 27 13:41:57 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <200410260928.41766.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20041027124157.7330.qmail@web40521.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: >>Morgan acknowledged the invitation but shook his head. He still didn't trust the fellow entirely. "Sir, we said we would speak frankly. I know what causes the kind of scars you carry... and I know who used to own this place... and it's pretty clear you know who we are... so perhaps, it's time you told us who you are... and what's going on..." Morganis was speaking with strict words, but a calm tone... if there was one thing he understood it was psychology... and he had a pretty good idea how NOT to interrogate people.<< "Yep. Reckon I should. Hope you don't mind if I fix myself a drink first, though." The man stepped behind the bar and poured himself a generous portion of rum, then added a spritz of cola from the bar fountain. He returned to the table and sat between the two newcomers. "Guess I'll start with an introduction. Name's Shane Conrad." He extended a hand to Morgan, then to Marie. Tag OOC: This may be an interrogation, but the proper courtesies must be observed at all times. :) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Oct 27 13:49:11 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <20041027124157.7330.qmail@web40521.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041027124157.7330.qmail@web40521.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200410271449.12521.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > > "Yep. Reckon I should. Hope you don't mind if I fix myself a drink first, > though." The man stepped behind the bar and poured himself a generous > portion of rum, then added a spritz of cola from the bar fountain. He > returned to the table and sat between the two newcomers. > > "Guess I'll start with an introduction. Name's Shane Conrad." He extended > a hand to Morgan, then to Marie. > Morgan took the proffered hand. "Well Mr.Conrad, since you know us, but we don't know you, I fear you have the advantage of us... perhaps you could tell us how you came to know so much about us. Afterall we lead quiet lives and keep ourselves pretty much to ourselves." Morgan gave a sardonic smile at this ironic description of the state of affairs. > > OOC: This may be an interrogation, but the proper courtesies must be > observed at all times. :) OOC: Southern comfort at it's best eh. -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.org/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Oct 27 13:55:50 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041027125550.85523.qmail@web40528.mail.yahoo.com> queenortart wrote: > He nodded. He had not hidden anything from her, after all if she was > to trust them, the commander at least has to be honest with her. > "We'll do everything we can." he saw the glint on her face, he may not > be able to read her mind... but body language can be a very good > substitute.. "the best thing you can do for her right now is stay in > bed and get better. We may need you to help us plan our attack, and > then you'll need to be sharp... right now you should get all the rest > you can... you were very brave today, you can take a break for a while > first... later I will need you to give me details, and it will > probably be hard and tedious because the smallest thing can be > important... the best thing you can do for her is to be sharp and > rested when the time comes." he smiled at her. "You are a very brave > young girl... in due time we should talk again... I think I mighht > want to offer you a job, but we'll talk about your future later, for > now, we have enough 'present' to deal with first don't you think." > >>"Mmmm, I think so" she agreed. She settled back, determined to rest and tell them everything she could. "I'll think about it and work out what I can." Her mind was working overtime, working here? She didn't know what to think about that.<< "Yes, lots of rest for you," Jessie said. By this time the housekeeper had arrived with sheets for the sofa in her office, so she went to supervise. "The bed will be ready whenever you finish your supper," she told Miranda. Tag? From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Oct 27 15:49:20 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie) In-Reply-To: <20041027125550.85523.qmail@web40528.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041027125550.85523.qmail@web40528.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > "Yes, lots of rest for you," Jessie said. By this time the housekeeper had arrived with sheets for the sofa in her office, so she went to supervise. "The bed will be ready whenever you finish your supper," she told Miranda. Miranda could see the sense in all of that, and she wanted to be able to help them as much as possible, so she quickly ate the cooling chicken soup and toast, and finished the cocoa, and then hobbled though to the office and curled up under the covers. OOC Anymore from anyone? Otherwise she's off to sleepyland. From jenarey at comcast.net Wed Oct 27 18:57:38 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] Message-ID: <102720041757.9995.417FE1920005EA6F0000270B2200761438970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> "Guess I'll start with an introduction. Name's Shane Conrad." He extended a hand to Morgan, then to Marie. Morgan took the proffered hand. "Well Mr.Conrad, since you know us, but we don't know you, I fear you have the advantage of us... perhaps you could tell us how you came to know so much about us. Afterall we lead quiet lives and keep ourselves pretty much to ourselves." Morgan gave a sardonic smile at this ironic description of the state of affairs. Marie took the offered hand for a moment, watching the man as he moved. The scars reminded her of others she had seen, those that some of the vampires had called blood dolls. Willing, addicted...often so brain addled themselves that they had very little will left. He didn't act like one gone completely down that path, but still...there were signs. From jenarey at comcast.net Wed Oct 27 19:06:15 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter Message-ID: <102720041806.16614.417FE396000B6B3A000040E62200750784970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> > > "You won't always need them now either, but when you're on patrol I'd keep at > least one clip at all times. Silver is neat stuff, most supernaturals are > effected by it in one way or another. The catch is that it's expensive to get a > hold of, and can be a pain to get the mix right since it's too soft to make non > alloyed weaponry with. Which all boils down to not using it if you don't have > to. Faery folk take more damage from lead shot or even standard shot." > Stephanie smiled a bit, getting into her stride. "I have several types of > modified rounds depending on how much damage we're needing. Silver nitrate > cores, garlic tips, all kinds of things." > > "Load me up then!" Joy was more than happy to leave the PhD stuff and go play with guns. Stephanie kept toying with the gun, half ejecting the clip and running the slide back and forth. She shook her head. "Sticks...we'll fix that too." She cracked another smile nodding towards the door. "Most fun if you wanna come down and go through the armory and the workshop. See what appeals. You can't carry everything all the time, it's just too much weight, but if we can find where your skills are stongest...well...then we can really start designing to your strengths." From jenarey at comcast.net Wed Oct 27 19:09:44 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club.... [Tags Evan, Damien] Message-ID: <102720041809.6928.417FE468000437E600001B102205886442970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> She held out her perfectly manicured hand, the palm face down. "I am Grace and it is a pleasure to meet you Monsieur Levaux", her smile and tone conveyed that she was absolutely delighted to meet Levaux, not too reserved nor too eager - Grace could have taught etiquette to royalty if she so desired. "This is an excellent Merlot is it not?" "Grace. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He smiled and gently tasted the Merlot, rolling the liquor around in his mouth and allowing it to seep into his tongue before swallowing. "Indeed it is. Though Ah must admit that I have yet to be truly disappointed with any of the vintages carried here." He gently set the glass down, back on the cocktail napkin the waiter had provided. "So may Ah beg to ask what brings such a delicate flower to this place?" From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Oct 28 03:32:06 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <102720041757.9995.417FE1920005EA6F0000270B2200761438970A9D 0 E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20041028023206.92009.qmail@web40529.mail.yahoo.com> jenarey@comcast.net wrote: >>Morgan took the proffered hand. "Well Mr.Conrad, since you know us, but we don't know you, I fear you have the advantage of us... perhaps you could tell us how you came to know so much about us. Afterall we lead quiet lives and keep ourselves pretty much to ourselves." Morgan gave a sardonic smile at this ironic description of the state of affairs. Marie took the offered hand for a moment, watching the man as he moved. The scars reminded her of others she had seen, those that some of the vampires had called blood dolls. Willing, addicted...often so brain addled themselves that they had very little will left. He didn't act like one gone completely down that path, but still...there were signs.<< He sat wearily, his shoulders slumped forward. "I know you're Morganis, son of Merlin. She couldn't stop talkin' bout you." He managed a smile. "Always nice to meet someone that can knock her down a peg or two. And you're...Marie? I know of you, from folks I've met from N'Awlins, but never seen you before. Neither has she, that I know of. I think Mr. Morganis upset her too much for her to be thinkin' bout you, miss." He sipped his drink, then continued. "I know about the Guardians, too. That's all she talks bout some nights. Ain't got much good to say, neither." Tag From ajventer at gmail.com Thu Oct 28 06:24:09 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <20041028023206.92009.qmail@web40529.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041028023206.92009.qmail@web40529.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04102722243652926@mail.gmail.com> > Morgan gave a sardonic smile at this ironic description of the state of affairs. > > Marie took the offered hand for a moment, watching the man as he moved. The scars reminded her of others she had seen, those that some of the vampires had called blood dolls. Willing, addicted...often so brain addled themselves that they had very little will left. He didn't act like one gone completely down that path, but still...there were signs.<< > > He sat wearily, his shoulders slumped forward. "I know you're Morganis, son of Merlin. She couldn't stop talkin' bout you." He managed a smile. "Always nice to meet someone that can knock her down a peg or two. And you're...Marie? I know of you, from folks I've met from N'Awlins, but never seen you before. Neither has she, that I know of. I think Mr. Morganis upset her too much for her to be thinkin' bout you, miss." > > He sipped his drink, then continued. "I know about the Guardians, too. That's all she talks bout some nights. Ain't got much good to say, neither." Morganis sat silently for a moment. "Well, it's nice to know I made an impression at least." he said, wary still of giving too much away. "So you know who are... and by the looks of things you're exactly the kind of person Marie is paid to protect... perhaps it's time to return to my first question then... where can we find her ? It would be better all around if we found her and ended this now... otherwize, who knows how many more innocent people will get tangled up in this." He was quiet for another moment, "besides I daresay we will be more merciful than Jethro Sullivan... even if mercy is just a painless death... in her personal vendetta against him, she's harmed guardians... there is nothing that man hates more." He looked guiltilly at Marie. "I scanned his mind... just a little bit... I just had to make sure he was what he appeared to be... after all I was entrusting you to his judgement." 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 - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Thu Oct 28 18:01:06 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter In-Reply-To: <1188951714081042767@unknownmsgid> References: <1188951714081042767@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: > Stephanie kept toying with the gun, half ejecting the clip and running the slide back and forth. She shook her head. "Sticks...we'll fix that too." She cracked another smile nodding towards the door. "Most fun if you wanna come down and go through the armory and the workshop. See what appeals. You can't carry everything all the time, it's just too much weight, but if we can find where your skills are strongest...well...then we can really start designing to your strengths." "Sounds great to me, lead the way. " Joy stood up, collecting the Firestar, and putting it into her back holster. She opened the door and waited for Stephanie, who was still holding the Glock to go in front of her. She had no reason to think that there was anything untowards about Stephanie, but she had no intention of walking along blindly in front of someone who had hold of one of her guns at the time. Tag From queenortart at gmail.com Thu Oct 28 18:02:44 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: <20041027040113.34747.qmail@web40528.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041027040113.34747.qmail@web40528.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > "Of course it is, my dear woman. I wouldn't have asked otherwise." > Frances' tone was one of slight exasperation, but she smiled at Muse > in a charming manner, which only came with impecable breeding. > > Ratso grinned, then held out his arm. "I would be honored to escort you to da infirmary, my lady." He winked. "We'll get ya back in time for lunch. I'll even help, if ya need me." Frances stood up then, trying subtly to move proceedings along a little. There was a time for tea drinking, and there was a time to get things moving along. She had already decided what the time was now. Tag From queenortart at gmail.com Thu Oct 28 18:13:57 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Stephanie, Callum] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04102401404c8df801@mail.gmail.com> References: <822953940456948660@unknownmsgid> <7f39e5bc04101910281d416ec6@mail.gmail.com> <200410201414.56095.ajventer@direqlearn.org> <7f39e5bc0410201335706281fb@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc04102401404c8df801@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > Jay nodded and they began, Callums nose and his eyes scouring the area > for anything they hadn't known was there already... and finding > nothing much... not even a trail... it must have been raining to wash > even the smell away so completely and so fast. > After half an hour, Jay got up from where he was kneeling after having > picked up the wrong rock. > "We're doing this wrong... there must be something here... nobody > leaves no trail... hang on, I'm gonna buzz Jessie and ask for some > advice... she's the expert after all." > He padded his comm badge and asked to be patched through directly to > the infirmary. Snip Jessie patted her hand reassuringly. "Glad to help, Jay. Let's see...does Callum remember where he saw the man last? That would be the place to start. Look for footprints, broken brush, even signs of thread caught on branches. If he can remember where everyone was, chances are that the man ran away from the center of activity. I was...a little out of it then, so I don't remember anything useful, and even if I did, I couldn't be sure it wasn't tainted by the drugs." Callum tried to remember, "Last time I actually saw him was when Meg fired the BFG at the tree he was in, after that I wasn't looking at him, just trying to get you and Jessie to safety." He sniffed about again, "Let me try the tree again, see if I missed anything...?" tag From ajventer at gmail.com Thu Oct 28 19:08:24 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Stephanie, Callum] In-Reply-To: References: <822953940456948660@unknownmsgid> <7f39e5bc04101910281d416ec6@mail.gmail.com> <200410201414.56095.ajventer@direqlearn.org> <7f39e5bc0410201335706281fb@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc04102401404c8df801@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04102811081c87aab7@mail.gmail.com> > > Callum tried to remember, "Last time I actually saw him was when Meg > fired the BFG at the tree he was in, after that I wasn't looking at > him, just trying to get you and Jessie to safety." > > He sniffed about again, "Let me try the tree again, see if I missed > anything...?" > Jay walked behind him, as Callum sniffed, he let his eyes pan higher, then he saw something... glinting... just for a second as the sun caught it... there is was again... he'd never have seen it if he had been looking... He could almost be imagining it, it was 300 ft. up and it couldn't be very big... He spoke slowly, never moving his eyes from the spot, as if afraid it would dissappear if he did. "Callum... he was in this tree at one point right... what's that up there ? It looks... metallic... way up there... we gotta check it out... gimme a leg up will 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. A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Thu Oct 28 19:36:18 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Stephanie, Callum] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04102811081c87aab7@mail.gmail.com> References: <822953940456948660@unknownmsgid> <7f39e5bc04101910281d416ec6@mail.gmail.com> <200410201414.56095.ajventer@direqlearn.org> <7f39e5bc0410201335706281fb@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc04102401404c8df801@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc04102811081c87aab7@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: On Thu, 28 Oct 2004 20:08:24 +0200, A.J. Venter wrote: > > > > Callum tried to remember, "Last time I actually saw him was when Meg > > fired the BFG at the tree he was in, after that I wasn't looking at > > him, just trying to get you and Jessie to safety." > > > > He sniffed about again, "Let me try the tree again, see if I missed > > anything...?" > > > Jay walked behind him, as Callum sniffed, he let his eyes pan higher, > then he saw something... glinting... just for a second as the sun > caught it... there is was again... he'd never have seen it if he had > been looking... He could almost be imagining it, it was 300 ft. up and > it couldn't be very big... > He spoke slowly, never moving his eyes from the spot, as if afraid it > would dissappear if he did. > "Callum... he was in this tree at one point right... what's that up > there ? It looks... metallic... way up there... we gotta check it > out... gimme a leg up will you" "Aye, no problem" Callum made a cradle of his hands, and placed Jay's foot into it and then launched him upwards. His strength allowed him to lift the Captain a pretty long way up the tree, so that he could get a hand hold. Then he stood back looking to see if he could see whatever Jay was seeing too. tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Oct 28 20:07:09 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04102722243652926@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20041028190709.76189.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> --- "A.J. Venter" wrote: > Morganis sat silently for a moment. "Well, it's nice > to know I made an > impression at least." > he said, wary still of giving too much away. "So you > know who are... > and by the looks of things you're exactly the kind > of person Marie is > paid to protect... perhaps it's time to return to my > first question > then... where can we find her ? It would be better > all around if we > found her and ended this now... otherwize, who knows > how many more > innocent people will get tangled up in this." > He was quiet for another moment, "besides I daresay > we will be more > merciful than Jethro Sullivan... even if mercy is > just a painless > death... in her personal vendetta against him, she's > harmed > guardians... there is nothing that man hates more." > > He looked guiltilly at Marie. "I scanned his mind... > just a little > bit... I just had to make sure he was what he > appeared to be... after > all I was entrusting you to his judgement." Connor ran a hand through his auburn hair. "If I knew where they was, Mr. Morganis, I'd shore tell ya. After that fight with you, and after those mutant things lost my...Megan, she packed up all the vampires and left. Well, most of 'em, anyway. Some of 'em they killt, on account of she said they'd failed her. Ain't sure how. A