From Kathleen.Perkins at acs-inc.com  Wed Sep  1 15:49:28 2004
From: Kathleen.Perkins at acs-inc.com (Perkins, Kathleen)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] OOC:  delays on JP
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  nc.com>

OOC:  To people I'm in joint posts with -- sorry I didn't get responses to
you last night, but I was out a little late, and I thought I had an early
doctor's appointment today (turns out I had the wrong date).  I'll try to
get them tonight or in the morning.  Sorry!
 
Kat

From queenortart at gmail.com  Fri Sep  3 14:51:07 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (Suey Lee)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Back in the real world - Joy and Jethro part 2
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When they both finally made noises about getting on with stuff Joy
felt positive about the future for the first time ever, but there were
some minor inconveniences to iron out.

She sat back on the bed propped up on her hands and looked at him.

"I need to sort out with you about when I officially start working for
the Guardians, what you expect from me, rate of pay, holiday
entitlement, all that stuff? I have to finish something I am
contractually obliged to do today otherwise I won't have any money,
and anyway I should finish it - it's the right thing to do. Then I
need to spend the rest of this week studying and getting myself to my
defence. Then I've got to get back from Charlottesville, which will be
late Monday or Tuesday, so I guess I should start on Tuesday or
Wednesday. Will you feed me and give me a bed to sleep in without
being on the payroll till then?" she smiled at him, enjoying the
feeling of joking with him, feeling pretty confident there was a bed
to sleep in when she wanted it at least.  "Oh and is there somewhere I
can borrow with a computer and a big desk to work until I leave? And
most importantly you said something about waffles, I remember that
distinctly."

He smiled at the sudden rush of questions.

"Glad to see you've warmed up to us so much" he said with a bit of a grin.

Joy felt a rush of defensiveness, then looked at him and told herself
not to be an idiot, this was Jethro, and she didn't need to be afraid
of him.

Then he grinned really widely as he said.

"You just shared my bed for the second time Cherie, do you honestly
think I see you as an employee? Out there you can be Lieutenant Joy to
your heart's content whenever you're ready. In here, you're ma cherie.
And both of them will always have a home at the guardians... once I
get on to the day's chores, just talk to Corporal Rizolli. He'll
arrange an office for you with whatever you need, you are an officer
after all, or will be soon enough.  As for waffles, we could go down
to the canteen, or have some sent up if you'd rather snuggle up for
breakfast in bed.... did I miss anything Cherie ?"

His grin relaxed her a bit.

"Oh only about half my questions. When do you want me to start? what
are you expecting me to do?"

She watched him, smiling, "and waffles and stuff, here I think, with
you, if that's okay..."

He picked up the bedside phone and called in an order for a full
English breakfast with Waffles.

"It will be here soon Cherie" he said as he finished speaking."Now as
to duties, I expect the same from you I expect from every guardian. To
enforce the covenant and protect the innocent, and to use whatever
talents you have toward achieving this goal. You're a scientist, I'm
sure that will be useful at times. More importantly, you need to
decide what you actually want to do in practise. We basically have
three groups here. Corporal Edwards leads the investigative division,
they do basic detective stuff, trying to catch the guys who try and
get away with it, your skills might be useful there. Then there is a
contingent of people who stay here in HQ, who all take care of some or
other critical task. There's young Stephanie who is a brilliant
weapons designer. Advanced weapons use chemicals, you two might make a
great team. There is also Rizolli who handles electronics and
comunications technology, Lebowski who takes care of the food and of
course Doctor Sinclair and her staff who takes care of forensics as
well as medical treatment for guardians. Finally the last group is the
warriors they're our largest contingent. The people who go out there
and do the dirty work. Corporal Luken is the ranking officer among
them after me. Of course members of any given division will often find
that circumstances require them to assist with tasks from another
field... any idea where you might like to be assigned?"

"Well, I've spent five years working in research, and I'm okay at it.
I could do that when it's useful, once I've got my PhD then..." she
looked really worried then, apprehensive about what was coming on
Monday. "I'm not really used to doing stuff with other people. You
said I needed to learn about team work. I agree. I guess research is
most like detective work really. But you know that I can shoot right?
I started learning when I was seven. I don't know, I guess I'll do
whatever is going to be the most use."

"You're right, you do need to learn teamwork, that's why I don't think
I want you in the field just yet. You need to be good at working in a
team, at following orders before I do that, or you might get hurt, or
inadvertently cause others to get hurt. I am assigning you to the
investigative division for now, although if we have trouble out there,
anybody who can handle a weapon is called on so don't be surprized if
that happens.  How do you feel about that?"

She looked at him directly and sat up a bit, it was important that he
took her seriously.

"This whole thing of being a lieutenant, I'm not sure I understand
that. You haven't decided to just put me in there to stop me being in
the field have you? I know I'm not ready, I understand that you want
me to learn how to work with other people, but you're not giving me
some kind of title to keep me from going out are you? I don't want a
position that means you've pigeon holed me. I don't want you to do
that."

She took his hand, "I'm a big girl you know, when it comes to
defending myself I know how to do that."

"Yes, perhaps I could have tried that if I wanted my plan to come to
fruition sometime after the earth crashes into the sun." he said, then
realising he was being overly harsh he explained.

"I made you an oficer since you are damn near a PhD. That's what I've
done for every other member here with similiar education levels, and
it's standard practise in every police and military force in the
world. I told you, as a Guardian I cannot give you any special
treatment. Normal treatment is for a scientist to hold an officership.
And don't imagine for a moment that that is a cushy thing. If anything
it's worse. In this organisation, oficers are responsible for the
safety of those who are under them. They take the worst beatings, the
biggest wounds, the most responsibility, and if ever there was a case
where a guardian had to sacrifice himself for his team, it would be
the obligation of the ranking oficer to do so. I promised you your
chance at the cult, and if you really want a combat posting, you can
have it, once I am sure you are ready. How long that takes is up to
you, not me."

Joy looked crestfallen as he spoke harshly, "I'm sorry, look I'm just
used to being in an environment where everyone has a PhD, where I've
been nothing special whilst I worked away at it. I don't know what I
want to do. I don't know enough about your world to be able to make a
sensible and rational choice about it. I just know that there are
things I'm good at and I don't want you to close off my options. I'm
sorry if I don't understand. I'm trying to, but this is just a long
way from what I'm used to. I'm used to people with titles spending
their time in meetings, and applying for grants, and not doing any
real work anymore. I want to be useful. I want to make you proud of
me, and for you to think I'm doing a good job."

She folded her arms in front of her, her face dark, trying not to show
him she was upset.

His gaze softened. "Don't feel bad. I'm sorry I snapped, I shouldn't
have. I understand that this is all new to you. That's why I felt it
best to start you out in a non-combat division, to give you the chance
to get used to things and find your niche."

He put his arms around her as his bell anounced the arrival of breakfast.

"You have made me very proud already Cherie and I have no doubt you
will make me even prouder. I know this environment is new to you, but
this is not academia. Round here there are no titles, just
responsibilities. In the end that means I take personal responsibility
for the life of every guardian in New York. That is why it's my duty
to make sure people are not assigned beyond their abilities, and also
to ensure they are given the opportunity to advance when they outgrow
their initial assignments. There is only one thing more dangerous than
an incompetent soldier... and that is a bored one. Not that I think
you are either, but there are some crucial field skills you have not
had the opportunity to learn. It is my job to give you that
opportunity, but also my responsibility to give it to you in such a
manner that you can learn this with the minimum risk to yourself and
other guardians."

He kissed her cheek softly. "I founded the Guardians. There may not be
a central command but I do have clout with every office in the world.
I have also been commander of the New York division  for over forty
years. Relax ma cherie don't worry about the details - that's my job
and after all this time, I think I have become rather good at it."

She squeezed his hand lightly and stood up picking up the dead cups,
not really sure what could reply. She took them into the kitchen and
composed herself. When she came out, and went back to the bedroom, the
breakfast was laid out on a huge butler's tray, and Jethro was sitting
back against the pillows. She suddenly wasn't hungry. She poured some
coffee and stood next to the bed, looking at him, holding the cup
tightly, it was so hot she was in danger of burning her fingers, but
it gave her something to concentrate on whilst she worked out what to
say.

"I'm sorry, hell I keep saying that. You must be bored of me saying
that. I'm bored of saying it, but I'm not used to this, I'm used to
being me, just me, the only real person in my life was Zak. You
confuse me, this whole set up confuses me. Jethro, please don't think
I'm treating you like an idiot, believe me I know you're not that, but
do you understand what it means to do a PhD? It means you just shut
yourself off from all outside things and submerge yourself solving a
whole set of problems. And then you spend two years or three years
just writing it up. That's what I've been doing. By myself. There have
been weeks when I haven't talked to anyone." she put the cup down on
the tray, and waved her hand in the air, cooling it off.

"And that's before you even start on the rest of my life. I'll do
everything I can to fit in here, I don't want you to treat me
differently out there, but I've been used to doing my own thing. It's
going to take me a while to get my head round this whole team thing.
I'll be happy to work with whoever you want me to work with, I'll do
what I can to adapt to it all."

She reached for his hand then. "I don't think you see me as just an
employee, but I am that. I don't see you as just a boss, but you are
that. I think a lot more than that of you, you know. And like you
said, when I stop being an officer out there, then I'll be in here,
with you, at least for some of the time." She smiled at him, and moved
to be close to him, sitting down and leaning back against the pillows
next to him, then she raised her head up to him hoping he might hold
her, hoping for a kiss.

He smiled at her, and kissed her softly. 

"Let's get some food into our bodies, I have a lot of work for today
that I've left too long already... but I am glad I did."

She reaching for her coffee and sipped it, "Me too. I've got to finish
this lighting design for the job I've just quit, and then get my
thesis out and start trying to work out what they're going to ask me.
And I want to talk to Terry at some point. I need to apologise for
being a prize bitch to her.  Bleurgh and I'll have to talk to Jonathon
later." She pulled a face.

"So what are you going to be doing whilst I'm doing that? Oh and I can
be horribly mercenary and talk about money? I need to work out my
budget for going to the exam, and I need to factor in what I'm going
to get paid. Sorry, I know it's awfully rude to talk about money, my
mother would be appaulled, but I've spent everything I had on my
weapons, and I'm not sure what I'll get paid from this design job."

"It's not rude to talk about money, it's wrong to value it over
people, but fair compensation is a basic human right my dear, the
alternative is slavery." He said softly.

"Working here earns you a standard oficer salary." he named a figure,
which was substantially higher than she would have anticipated, far
higher than labwork anyway.

"As for your trip up, I would be happy if you would let me pay for
that, not as compensation
for anything, just as a gift to someone I care about."

Joy paled visibly when he talked numbers. She had never had so much
money, had never imagined that she could earn that much.

"Okay, erm thank you..." she said stunned into acceptance. "If you're
sure, that would be great. I guess I should leave sometime on Sunday,
I'll go on the bike, but I need to get some new leathers to wear. The
other set are somewhere in the trash I guess." she drank some coffee,
thinking how she was possibly ever going to justify such an amount,
and vowing to do everything in her power to do a good job.

He squeezed her hand lightly.

"It would be my pleasure... although wouldn't you rather take a plane?
It's faster, and less tiring, you don't want to go into this PhD thing
sleepy now do you?"

"If that's okay, that would be wonderful.." she replied a little
overawed and a bit blurry eyed. She wasn't used to anyone worrying
about her, caring about her like this. Research didn't pay enough for
flights, this would be a serious treat.

"Thank you so much." She put her cup down on the bedside table,
thinking it was like a very hot yo-yo, and hugged him tightly,
snuggling into him, burying her head in his shoulder, hiding her face,
swallowing hard.

She cleared her throat, after a few moments, and smiled at him, "So
what are you doing today then?" she repeated her earlier question.

"Well I have a meeting with this Rebecca woman from England, I had an
e-mail from an old friend, Peter Walsh asking me to help her, looks
like a hard one. Then I have to debrief everyone on last nights field
ops... which I have a feeling will be... unpleasant."

"You mean the people who were coming into the car pack when we came
back from the motel?"

She reached down and picked up a glass of juice and offered it to him.

"It'll be nice to talk to someone else from England - do you know
whereabouts? Although it's 20 years since I left, I guess it's all
changed?"

"I wouldn't know, I haven't been there since 1817" he said with a
smile, taking a sip from the juice. "Those people yes, I have a
feeling that mission went badly."

She looked at him, bemused, and took the glass off him, then took a
drink. It was really fruity orange juice, with bits in it, obviously
freshly squeezed. She took another gulp of it.

"I can't imagine being alive for all that time. Where did you come
from? How did you get changed?"

She sat up crossing her legs,  listening to his reply, and took a
napkin off the tray and shook it out before laying it across his lap,
then did the same with a second one for herself,  wondering how they
knew to send two, she didn't remember him mentioning there were two of
them, but there were two glasses of juice, two cups for the coffee.
There was a gardenia in a vase on the tray. She picked it up and smelt
the glorious fragrance. inhaling deeply, then she tucked it behind her
ear, giggling shyly, and picked up the plate with the waffles and lay
it down on the napkin, then, taking the silverwear, cut a piece off it
and speared it with a fork holding it out it to him.

He nibbled it off her fprk, then cut off a piece himself and likewize
held it to her. His eyes glinted in a way she had not seen before. He
was having real fun, for a little while the constant pressures of his
life were forgotten.

He thought about her question, and as she took her bite of waffle he spoke. 

"I was born in a small town in the south of France more than 300 years
ago. I grew up, had a small farm. One night as I was coming home from
the fields, I came across a drifter... he introduced himself as Marek.
He was very pale and I was worried, those were still plague days... I
tried to back away, he was suddenly moving, amazingly fast, and he
turned me. This was long before the covenant. I stayed with him for
some time, then went off on my own... had a bunch of history happen to
me... most of it not pretty... then I met him again in London... that
was a different Marek however... the man who once turned me had gone
on to write the covenant... yet again he turned me... this time not
into something... but away from something... I left behind the ways of
the predator, and became Jethro Sullivan, covenant keeper, and
eventually the founder of the guardians."

He swallowed.

"That's the abridged version" he said. For now, he wasn't ready to
fill in some of the horrid
details he had left out.

"You're French...? I should have guessed, mon Ami" she coloured
slightly, enjoying the sound of the words, in her mouth, swallowing
them with the bite of waffle, absorbing them into her.

She felt warmed by them, knowing he was her friend foremost, and the
black stuff retreated further inside her, and she smiled with the
sheer pleasure of being with him here and now.

She reached out and took a strawberry off the plate, where it
garnished the waffle, sticky with honey, and held it for him,
suspended on the stalk. He moved forwards to bite it from her fingers
and she moved it back, teasing him. laughing at his expression, 
"Wait..." she murmured softly and then leant into him, confident of
his friendship above all else, sealing her realisation with a kiss.
The strawberry was forgotten for the instant, as she tasted waffle and
coffee on his lips. A bead of honey collected at the bottom of the
berry and as she retreated it dripped onto his chest. She laughed out
loud, and leaned over kissing him there, tasting the sweetness on his
skin, desire coursing through her.


OOC - There will be more, but not for a while, cos of various RL
things AJ and I have got going on, and this seems like a good point to
pause and post. Jethro's conversation with Rebecca can continue,
likewise Joy's with Terry, and we'll pick this back up again with some
back posting.


-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From clare.mn at ntlworld.com  Fri Sep  3 16:14:23 2004
From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Meet the Creeper - Rebecca and Sullivan JP
Message-ID: <AOEEJEIENJFGJJBCCHFIOEFECCAA.clare.mn@ntlworld.com>

Rebecca was sitting on the bed reading a crime novel by a popular author.
Bored with the convoluted plot she skipped to end ascertain that; yes it
was the young sweet innocent girl who had "dun it" ...again. Rebecca was
coming to the conclusion that this author had a problem with young sweet
innocent
girls. "Why do I read such pap" she tossed the book to one side in  disgust.
She knew the answer to the question, she got an almost a perverse  pleasure
from nit picking the psychological reasoning in such novels - enjoying
the absurdity of the plots but guessing by page 15 a mere page after the
murderous character was introduced was a record by her standards.

Glancing around the room she looked for something else to occupy her time.
She didn't want to go to the canteen just in case she ran into Jonathan
and besides she had already eaten - the only remains of her lunch a solitary
slice of cucumber. It was odd, Rebecca didn't normally eat much salad but
she had scoffed the side salad that had come with her sandwich with great
enjoyment, relishing the feel of the crunchy lettuce and the crispness of
the raw vegetables.

She wasn't sure what time she had got back but it must have been a few
hours ago. She'd spent a long time in the shower - long enough for her
fingers to shrivel and for her to cry herself out. She should have felt
drained by
the emotional outpouring but she didn't, she just felt strangely neutral.

Rebecca had redressed, this time in a long sleeved dark green dress which
fell to just below her knees. It had the same v-shaped neckline that she
favoured and had small looped buttons running down the length of it. The
cotton was soft but it had an almost suede like texture, the material
floating against her figure but it provided just enough structure to allow
the skirt to flare out slightly at the bottom.

She'd taken the time to style her hair, the kinks straightened out so it
hung in clearly defined bangs which framed her face. Rebecca was confident
that the amount of toiletries, body spray and hair products she had used
would be more than enough to obscure any remaining scent of Jonathan that
may be left on her skin.

Her eyes alighted on the lap top. "Solitaire?" she thought to herself but
just as she rose from the bed there was a short but authoritive knock on
her door.

"Dr Drake, Commander Sullivan is ready to see you now" She winced at the
unaccustomed title - it might say it on her passport but she didn't tend
to use the appellation "Dr" unless it was in academic circles or if she was
being pushy she conceded.

"Just a moment" she slipped on a pair of low heeled shoes and then opened
the door. A human male was waiting patiently for her. Rebecca smiled at
him, bemused at the way she had classified her escort without thought and
nodded for him to lead the way.

He led her in near silence down the stairs to Sullivan's office. Something
about her felt wrong. Like she was ascertaining the threat in everything.
Not that it was his business. When they got the office he simply knocked.
"Yes ?"
"It's me sir, I brought Doctor Drake as you asked."
"Thank you, show her in please."

The young man opened the door wordlessly and showed her in, closing it
behind her. Sullivan looked up as the woman entered. He was holding a
sheet of paper in his hands from the folds in the sides it appeared to have
been read over several times.

"Aah, Doctor Drake. Sorry to have kept you waiting, but sometimes even
the commander needs a few hours to himself." he said with a soft
smile. He could sense her fear building, and he raised his eyebrows.
"Yes, I am indeed a vampire, and I am aware of you're dislike for my
kind, don't worry, after three-hundred years I'm used to it. Why don't you
have a
seat, surely it cannot hurt just to talk to me ?"

Rebecca took the offered seat without a word, acknowledging Sullivan's
statement with a tight smile and a small nod. She could feel the fear like
a weight around her heart and she struggled to contain any expression of the
anger that was starting to simmer in her blood. She realised that as she
gave the room a cursory glance her mind was cataloguing the items it
contained; what could be used as a weapon and what was useless.

To distract herself she focused on the vampire trying to understand what it
was about him that told her that he was not human. His skin was pale and
aside from a scar on his hand relatively unmarked. No that wasn't it. Was
it smell? Rebecca realised she could smell the generic all over smell of
some sort of bath product and a more localised smell of aftershave but
nothing more. Steeling herself Rebecca met his gaze, the last time she had
looked into a vampire's eyes she had felt all sense of self slip away - old
eyes she thought maintaining the look; a test of her own will.

Rebecca refused to give into the fight or flee impulses streaking through
her mind and she was damned if she going to sit here and cower. She
imagined herself sitting here calm, confident and fearless. The mind trick
worked and she could feel the weight lessen around her chest, the
restrained
anger was still there but at least she could feel her breathing resume a
more natural pace.

Jethro watched her intently, saw the fear appear to almost dissipate,
but he could sense it lingering, and nobody just swallowed that much
panic from a kind word... he glanced down at the e-mail about her....
she could project onto herself  whomever she needed to be it said.
So she was projecting a calm and in-control young woman, so be it, he
could work with that.

He glanced at her intently for a moment before speaking.
"As I understand it, you never knew or suspected the reality of
vampires, lycan's nor indeed any of the erm alternatively natural beings
that share this planet with  you... until you were attacked by a vampire
under rather unique circumstances... at which point your life was quite
apparently
saved by your lover - a lycan.  So right there you saw one of the
supernatural
acting outside our law, and another risking his life against... " he glanced
at
the paper again... "most incredibly odds actually for your  sake."

He stayed quiet for just a second. "Right there lies the answer to the
whole puzzle. Vampires and Lycans are not inherently evil... their not
inherently
anything at all, there're just people. Not quite human perhaps... but then
one
could argue that no home sapiens is ever quite human. Everything you know
about people,
applies to us as well. We're all unique, some of us are heroes, some of us
villains,
most of us are car mechanics and bookstore owners, ordinary people trying to
put the
next meal on the table... just like you. "
He looked at her intently, "but you already knew that, yet you cannot help
how you
feel about us... do you have any idea then why you might feel this way?"

Hearing her ordeal described in such a matter of fact way hammered home one
important point. Daniel had killed those people, some of them her friends,
but he had done it to try and save her. Sullivan's voice faded out as he
continued on about inherent evil as her mind played over Daniel's actions.
The problem was she couldn't associate her lover with the thing in the
woods - that wasn't him, wasn't the man she knew. Rebecca realised that
Sullivan had stopped speaking, that he had asked if she knew why.

Rebecca started to speak but found she had no voice; she cleared her throat
slightly and tried again, trying to speak as if she was discussing a case
study - keeping the emotion away. "I thought at first that it was probably
just the shock but this goes beyond that - it's..." her voice faltered, it
was difficult to find the right words. "... a physical reaction as well as
emotional... and I have no idea why I am feeling like this." she finished
abruptly.

Rebecca didn't think that she could explain how simply sitting in front of
Sullivan made her skin feel a size too small, that she wanted to feel the
weight of a weapon in her hands. More importantly she wasn't sure that if
she tried to explain that her feelings wouldn't explode into action just
like back at the hospital. God she could almost feel the skin under her
fingernails as she had clawed at Daniel's face.

Sullivan looked at her intently, trying to gauge what was going
through her mind, he could only get small glimpses based on her expression,
but they did set off some warning flags, and combined with the e-mail from
Walsh it was enough
to create a deal of concern within him.

"Well you are here because Peter Walsh is a friend of mine and asked me to
try
and help you. The fact that you came suggests that you want to be helped.
Am I right so far ?"

Rebecca nodded, she could feel her control starting to slip. "I need help"
her voice was
barely louder than a whisper, "before I do something...wrong. "She took a
deep
breath struggling to maintain her composure.

He nodded. "Then we will do what we can. For starters, I think we need
to find out how deep this goes. I assume you will be more comfortable
talking to a human for now. Once we know the real problem, we can figure out
how
to help you. I want to refer you to our on-staff psychologist, Terry
Edwards. I will
let her know to schedule in. Is that okay with you ? After all what harm can
come from
talking to her ?"

Rebecca was silent for a few moments. Although she had pursued a different
career she was aware of the principles of psychological counselling and
had applied the knowledge in her own work.  It was something that she knew
could make her a difficult candidate for counselling at the best of times
but it was why she was here after all.  "That would be fine." Her response
was clipped and short.  She could feel tiny sweatbeads starting to gather
at the nape of her neck.  "In the meantime is there anything I should be
aware of here - do's and don'ts if you will?" A wiry grin flashed across her
face "apart from the obvious like don't stake the vampires of course."

"We try to keep a fairly loose system inside the building so there
isn't that much to worry about, just the basics. Don't try to enter any
rooms you're keycard doesn't open, don't walk around with loaded weapons
stuff like
that." He sat for a moment before speaking. "That wound on your neck, is it
from the atack?
Vampire bites normally heal overnight, so perhaps you should let Doctor
Sinclair have a look at
it, she's got some experience in these matters, after all she is the
Guardians'Doctor."

Rebecca shifted uneasily in her chair, "yes - but it's not just a bite,
when.."
her voice wavered for a moment but she continued speaking, "when it
bit me, I think it kept holding on when I got away, it ripped open the
shoulder - so maybe it's not healed because it's more of a gash than a
bite, I don't know."

Jethro looked quizically at her, rolling the idea around his head.
"Okay, I suppose that's possible. Nevertheless, it's best not to take
chances with wounds so perhaps letting her take a look would be a good idea
anyway."

Rebecca shrugged, "You're probably right."  Having another doctor prodding
her shoulder exclaiming how they had never seen anything like it wasn't
one of her priorities at the moment.

"Jessie is really good, and she's used to vampires and lycan's - if anybody
can help your body she can, I would say the same about Terry and your mind."
he said simply.
"I can see you're dying to get out of here... so unless you wanted
something else I won't keep you. If I don't fail you, may even grow to be
friends one
day, but if that was going to happen right now... well you wouldn't be
here." He
smiled caringly. "I'll do whatever I can to help you... we all will...
it's what we are here for."

Rebecca returned the smile but there was no warmth in it. Now that the
interview was nearing the end she realised that her hands had curled into
fists on her lap, her nails digging into the soft flesh of her palms. The
vampire's words were reasonable enough but she drew no comfort from them,
perhaps in time she would learn to relax in his presence but right now she
wasn't sure that she actually want to lose this feeling that consumed her.
Her body felt primed, ready to launch itself into action like a short
distance sprinter at the starter marks.  Despite the dull ache in her
shoulder she had never felt so aware of her body, every muscle and tendon
ready to respond to her command; blood pumping and adrenalin flowing.

She stood slowly, her eyes never leaving Sullivan's face; ready for any
sudden movement on his part.  "Thank you - I will wait to hear from Terry."
Rebecca took a step backwards towards the door.

He nodded. "It was nice to meet you Rebecca, I hope the feeling might one
day be mutual."
he said simply, then reached down as his phone rang and snatched it up with
the demeanor
of a man whose phone rang often and who generally didn't enjoy recieving
calls.

With Sullivan's attention diverted by the phone Rebecca allowed herself to
turn her back on him.
A thousand tiny pin pricks played up and down her spine as she did so.  She
reached out for
the door surprised that her hand was not trembling as she did so.  Leaving
Sullivan to his
telephone call she left his office quietly. She was only a few steps away
from the staircase
when she shuddered; the prickling sensation faded along with her strength
leaving her with
a heavy leaden feeling in her muscles.  It took all her willpower to climb
the stairs and not
to simply sink to the floor.  "Just a few more steps" Rebecca muttered to
herself as she made
her way down the corridor.  "Just a few more".  Finally she made it to her
room, fumbled with
the keycard and stepped in. Rebecca closed the door behind her and then
literally slid
down it to the floor as her remaining strength deserted her.  Christ, she
had never felt so weak.

Rebecca stayed on the floor for quite sometime not trusting herself to try
to move,
one thought running through her mind - how on earth would she ever be able
to fight a vampire
if she felt this way after merely talking to one.

From jenarey at comcast.net  Mon Sep  6 21:51:17 2004
From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Boy From Nawlins, Part 3 JP - Morgan/Marie
Message-ID: <090620042051.3745.413CCDC500005DA800000EA12200750744970A9D0
  E020A06@comcast.net>

Marie made a little face, tilting her head. "Don't even start down the 
road I see you heading for, Morgan. If you think for a minute I'm 
walking away after all of this...or letting you walk away...you're out 
of your mind." 

He laughed lightly. "Some might argue that if that's the criteria I very much qualify." He felt better than he had in years. Talking to her had really helped. He felt clean in a way he had not felt in years. He was feeling worried, but not afraid. 

 "How about everyone else last night ? Did everyone get out ?" 
 
"As far as I know they did. I was a little focused. I know I saw the commander and the woman that was there. Terry had to be carried out. 
I'm not sure what's going on with her now." Marie shook her head. 
"It's all rather a blurr." 

Morganis looked at her intently. "Did you see any physical injuries on Terry?" he asked simply. He was suddenly very afraid. Terry was an empath, far more sensitive to pyschic activity. He knew with a  dreadfull dread what was wrong with her, and it was his fault. 
 
 Marie shook her head and shrugged again. "I don't know. Things were moving  too fast and at the moment you were making a puddle all over the floor. I was more than a bit distracted." 

"If I'm right about what she is, it's more than likely I may have  inadvertently hurt her. I need to check up on her, if I hurt her, it's my duty to try and help her now..." 
 
The Southern woman fought back the urge to be annoyed as the topic of 
conversation turned. There had been a moment there that she'd been easily caught up in, and a part of her didn't want it to wane, though it was inevitable that it should. She admitted to herself that maybe the best thing in the world would just be some thinking space. "She's likely in the Infirmary." 
Morganis squeezed her hand lightly. "I'll look in on her just now then. 
First however, I owe you a really big thank you... for everything."  without a further word, he leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips. 
 
He caught her by surprise, the soft kiss startling Marie. There was a faint tension for a fraction of a second before she relaxed, allowing and returning the kiss. She was never going to understand the man, never, never, but then again hadn't that been the complaint of both genders through the ages? Not understanding the other? 

Morgan felt himself melt as he kissed her. After the talk he was already feeling better, now it was like all his worries melted, and he just wanted to stay here with her in his arms... but that would be wrong, he had to help Terry first. As he broke the kiss he looked her in the eye and spoke. "You make me want to be the best person I can be. That's why I need to go help that girl, I don't want to go right no. I want to just stay here in your arms...but if I don't go, I wouldn't feel like I deserved to be here. You're a tough girl to live up to, but I'll try my best anyway. " He was suddenly aware once more that they were both in their underwear, and he allowed himself the small pleasure of tracing his finger around her bellybutton. Then he shook his head rapidly as if to clear cobwebs, and reluctantly stood up. He pouted a bit, he did not want to leave here, but he blew her a kiss anyway and took a last long look at her and to his credit he look *mostly* at her face. 

Much as she didn't want him to go, Marie decided that it was likely for the best. She nodded as he spoke, forcing herself to let him go. It wasn't as though she owned him or anything, right? She could feel a tingling path along her skin where his fingers had traced, and for the moment it was enough. "Go on then..." She leaned up on the headboard, tilting her head to the side before adding. "Though you might want to find a pair of pants before you go." 
 
 He nodded with a smile. "Which is tricky since that other pair has been  through a shredder and I didn't pack before I came here... any suggestions?" 

"Mmm...call housekeeping? They were pretty good with sizes when I  last called." She was going to have to do the same thing, unless her  rucksack that she'd brought the very first day she'd come was still tucked somewhere. 
 
"Can I do that ? I mean you're the one who works here." He glanced down. "Mind you, you won't be able to wear those again either... perhaps you could call for both of us ?" 
 
Marie snorted softly, murmuring under her breath. "Wimp." It was gentle, a teasing word and she rolled over onto her stomach, reaching up and punching in the extension for housekeeping into the communicator. When a voice answered she requested clothing for the two of them, glacing at Morgan for comfirmation as she gave sizes. 
Housekeeping took down the requested sizes, and promissed a delivery within ten minutes. Morgan looked at her. "I have faced some of the most dangerous people alive... and I'm a wimp because I'm phone-shy?" he said, but with a grin. 

Marie grinned and winked at him, still flopped across on her stomach.  "Having faced all those dangerous things phone shy should be the least of your concerns." She laced her fingers together resting her chin on them. "They should be here soon." 

 He blushed. "Yeah you're probably right about the phone thing..." He  was suddenly wishing they would take a very long time with the clothes. He wanted this half-naked moment of closeness to just last and last... 

 Nevertheless the inevitable knock came on the door. "Now I am rather  inexperienced in these matters, which one of us has the responsibility of answering the door in their unmentionables now ?" he said with a kind of sardonic smile. 
Marie chuckled, enjoying watching him blush. The moment was...very nice. At the knock she sighed and rolled off of the bed, headed towards the door. "I'll save you this time, but you're getting rather behind in the number of times we've saved each other." She grinned, winking over her shoulder before cracking the door open and taking the neatly packed bag of clothing with a thank you. As the housekeeping staff retreated she pushed the door closed and turned back towards Morgan padding towards the bed and setting the bag there. "Well..." 

 Morgan walked round to her, suddenly worried that if he didn't act right now, the moment may be lost without this... and it may not reoccur. He put his fingertips on her hips, just brushing the top strap of her underwear, and gently twisted her body toward him, pulling her against him and as he felt her mostly bared skin against him, leaned in and looked her in the eye. "You will never be short of a rescuer" he whispered softly, then kissed her very deeply. 

 Marie made a soft little noise as he caught her by surprise yet again. She kept telling herself that she was going to stop letting him surprise her, but somehow he managed. The touch of his skin and weight of his fingertips sent an electric chill up her spine. She returned his kiss inexpertly, but with sincerity, her arms sliding around his neck of their own will. She could feel her heart pounding against her ribs and knew she should pull away, but couldn't bring herself to do so, as once the moment was past who knew when and if they'd have another like it. 
Morganis could feel his resolve melting. He really, really didn't want to go... but he knew he should. Yet he didn't move. He just held her there, kissing her again and again almost hungrilly, as if he was drinking her soul into himself. He knew he had to go, but he didn't go. Somehow he just didn't go. He knew that sooner or later one of them would have 
to pull away... but for just a little while, let it be later... 

> Marie felt like she was drowning in him, and somehow she couldn't bring herself to care. Her skin near hummed with his touch, and her fingers tangled in his hair as a soft whimper of sound escaped her throat. She'd been kissed by one other man before, but it'd not been like this...never like this. Her knees weren't wanting to work and her logical brain tried to convince her to stop, but it was having a hard time getting through. 

 Morganis was no longer thinking, just feeling her burning in his arms, 
the taste of her lips drugging his lips and tongue. From somewhere in his subconscious he hear music. He couldn't name the song, but he knew it anyway, and he allowed his measures to slip, letting the love-song in his mind reach hers. Straight into her mind without bothering with her ears, perfect acoustics as if the music filled the very air they were in. Encompassing them, and locking this moment in itself, the most powerfull expression of human emotion. 

The music echoed through Marie's mind, and she remembered having heard  it before, in a ball room in New Orleans. For once it didn't bother her to have his mind so close to hers. It seemed natural, and not an invasion at all. Her fingers tightened and her lips moved from his, though not far, instead tenatively tasting the soft flesh of his jaw. She wasn't sure really what she was doing, but somehow it seemed like something he might like and the taste of his skin was smooth, with a flavor she couldn't put name to. 

tbc

From jenarey at comcast.net  Mon Sep  6 23:18:03 2004
From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Boy From Nawlins, Part 4 (fini)
Message-ID: <090620042218.16830.413CE21A0007EC81000041BE2200734830970A9D
  0E020A06@comcast.net>

Morgan felt his knees sagging as her mouth moved and kissed his skin,  and without thinking started to kiss over her cheek and down across her jaw line...then as his lips touched her neck he suddenly pulled away. His eyes filled with a nameless fear... he touched his lips softly with his fingers, they still burned with the tantalising closeness of her jugular... In that moment, he had felt his fangs begin to extend, had felt her puls on his lips and he had nearly given in to it... He bit down hard on his teeth, his face filled with shame,  and unable to speak. 

 Marie blinked slowly, not initially understanding as he pulled away. What he'd been doing was very nice and she didn't exactly want him to stop. She looked up at him, arching an eyebrow as she saw the look on his face. She gently stroked her fingers along his cheek. Bloodlust was something she could understand, at least as much as one who didn't have it as a part of her make up could understand. "Morgan." Her voice was gentle, trying to encourage him to look at her. 
He managed to look up. The pain of self-punishment evident across his features. "What am I doing here? Look at what I am? I drink human blood to live... how can you stand to touch me? How can you be in my arms without trembling in fear? How can you trust me not to rip your throat out? When I don't even trust myself." he sank to his knees as he said the last bit, suddenly feeling very, very weak. 

 Marie sank down with him, not willing to let go. She could hear his self-loathing and realized that whether she wanted it or not this moment would decide a great deal about their relationship from this time forward. In a way she wasn't ready for such a burden, but she could no more let it pass by, or let him wander out of her life, than she could stop the sun from rising. "Because you are who you are. You are Morgan, and while part of you is the vampire, part of you is also the magician, and the man and those parts together complete you." She ran her fingers along his cheek and then down his throat to come to rest over his heart. "I've lived my entire life surrounded by vampires, I fear you no more than I fear my own father. You are stronger than the bloodlust. Hell...think about everything you've just told me. After all you've been through how can you let this  little thing even begin to bother you?" 
 
 "I know I'm stronger than the thirst, I've beaten it enough times... that is not what worries me... I hate the fact that I kissed your neck and a part of me wanted to drink from it. I hate the fact that even as Morganis the man was trying to be tender, Morganis the vampire wanted to hurt you... I don't ever want to hurt you. I don't want a part of me to want it either." 
 
 Marie was quiet a moment, watching him. It suddenly struck home just how  much he had rejected his vampirism. Andre had told her more than once that there were as many reasons for feeding as there were for a human being to eat. Sometimes it was for nourishment, but very often it was like eating a rich dessert, just for the sheer pleasure of the thing. It didn't have to be about hurting. "I don't think the vampire did want to hurt me, Morgan." She reached up, twisting her hair back from her neck. What she was doing scared her at some primal level, but she wasn't going to let it stop her. Even if they never went anywhere as a couple he needed to know...needed not to be afraid of himself. She tilted her head a bit to the side, taking his hand and lifting it to rest on the curve of her throat. "Listen to yourself...tell me what you're feeling..." 

 Morganis tried to shake the cobwebs of desire out of his skull. The sense of her pulse under his hand and her near nudity in front of his eyes was creating urges in him he had thought buried for good. He wanted to drink her into him, to feel the bond of blood, it was a desire that was mind numbing, and terrifying... Unable to stop himself he took her hand and rested it on his cheek, his breathing became ragged as he let his lips touch her wrist, felt the thrusting tantalization of her blood pumping under them. He forced himself to turn his eyes to lock on hers. "I'm scared... "  he whispered, his fangs had fully extended, and when he lightly traced them over her wrist making small scratches he felt a delicious agony... "I can feel myself wanting to bite you... but it's not thirst... 
it's like... " he blinked hard, trying to find words... "like it would bind you to me... but... how can I bite you? See what I am here? How can you 
still be here?" his voice came in sudden bursts through his rapid breathing...and he could sense another desire being awakened. He knew that if she looked down the thin boxer shorts could not conceal it... but he didn't care at all... she was already looking at a far more shamefull desire... that at least she would have found with any man.... The desire to bite was growing as he felt her breath, her bodyheat and the hypnotic pulsing under his fingers. He fought it, pulled his lips from her wrist, and tried to look into her eyes... but felt himself being drawn toward her throat, glistening with thin beads of sweat, pulsating under his fingers... drawing him in. Still he held himself there... just looking at her, drugged by her. "I don't know how I could ever leave you... but I'm scared of what I'll do if I stay." he half whispered, half groaned. 
"Don't be..." Her fingers played gently over his cheek, and then across his lips, letting the fangs graze her skin. "You are what you  are...and it's all right." Marie rose higher on her knees, pressing gently against him. "I'm uncertain too, Morgan, but I want you to. I don't want this to be a fear between us." She met his gaze, her voice quietly husky, a shiver playing through her as she lifted her hand to the back of his neck, drawing him into her. 

 Morgan was shaken, he had never expected this... his mind blanked, all that there was, was his feelings for her, all of it like ablaze over his synapsys. He folded his lips over her neck, and then felt his teeth slowly puncture the skin... and the exquisite taste as her blood hit his tongue.  His eyes closed as he felt himself melting into her. Her body against his, skin against skin her hot body against his cold one setting his skin on fire. He drank softly, and slowly, and could feel her enjoying it under his hands and lips. He had always known intelectually that a vampire bite doesn't cause physical pain, he had even heard that it felt good. But her movements seemed to suggest far more pleasure than he imagined. He drank slowly, wanting to draw it out. He knew he must quit before he took too much, so he didn't want to drink fast. He was acting on pure instinct, and man and vampire for the first time truly thought as one, as he drank her into him his hands ran over her body, there they were drugged into each other, barely conscious of the world, or even themselves. 
 
Finally he knew he had to stop, so he pulled away, placing two fingers over the small wounds to stop the bleeding, slowly reality began to reassert itself... and then he realized what else had happened. Her top was around her waist, and his other hand was cupping her breast lovingly. He gasped, suddenly blushed from head to toe and pulled it away. "I, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me..." he managed to say... now he felt shy about it... but there was no more fear on his face... 

 The bite was what Andre had always told her it would be, completely  overwhelming, dragging her into a pleasureable place that she could barely begin to understand much less fully experience. She could hear herself and the soft sounds that she couldn't help but make, her heart pounding hard against her ribs and her breath coming in soft gasps. She was aware of his hands on her body, but the specifics of touch were lost to the over all fire that raced through her. As he pulled away her mind was still in a fog and she heard him speak, feeling him draw back, but for the life of her she couldn't figure out what had happened that made him blush. She blinked slowly, and could only think of one thing to say. "Huh?" 

Morgan looked at her quizically. She doesn't know ? For a moment he considdered just not admitting it, it might save some embarrasement, but he knew that would be futile. Besides he was finding it impossbile not to keep glancing down at her bared bosom, she was bound to follow his gaze sooner or later.  He couldn't speak for embarresment, and blushing yet again he shrugged, and pointedly indicated her body with a nod of his head. 

Marie glanced down at the same moment as she realized that she  couldn't feel the normal constriction of her bra. Realizing her state  she turned scarlet, the blush running over her body, which made for an interesting effect in several areas. As tangled around each other as they were, trying to get back into the bra was going to make things worse and she finally looked up at him and murmured softly. "Well...It appears we've dealt with the biting awkwardness...." 

 Morgan looked at her quizically again. She seriously surprized him  sometimes. But he wasn't letting her off like that however. He cared for her, and for her to try and pretend she wasn't topless with him right now, well somehow he knew that wouldn't do. Even though he didn't expect to go any further at this moment, he did feel that she should acknowledge it. "Yes we did" he answered her remark. Then slowly took his eyes of her body.  For a moment he considdered reaching out and touching her, but somehow he felt that he would rather not do that yet. When the time was really right, he felt, she herself would put his hands there. So he reached into the bag and dug around until he found a bra, which he wordlessly took out and held out to her. He looked intently at her. Wondering just what her response would be. 

Marie took the bra, her fingers playing along the satin and lace before she looked back up at him. "You're...amazing. Stunningly amazing and I don't deserve you." The action was the most unselfish thing she'd ever seen. Most other men in this particular situation would have seen just how far the moment could go. Morgan not only allowed her to chose, but gave her a graceful way to do so. "Thank you... I...do want you, Morgan, in a nekkid and sweaty way, but I'm not ready for that. After everything I think we both need to be able to able to take it all in before we go further." She smiled gently, leaning up and kissing his lips lightly before sliding her arms into the bra and arranging everything. She looked up at him, and turned. "Get the hooks for me?" 

 Morgan smiled, and reached out. He couldn't entirely help himself, and ran his fingers slowly over her back and up and down her spine first, feeling her response to his touch, before he took the straps and pointedly hooked them together.  Her admision of wanting him was making him feel better than he had ever imagined he could. He knew the time wasn't ripe yet, but that didn't matter, knowing she wanted there to be a time when it was right... just felt wonderful.  As they clipped into place he leaned forward and kissed the base of her neck lightly. "Everything you just said... it's the same things I was thinking." he whispered softly. Then he put his arms around her waist and pulled her to him hugging her. When he let go he reached into the bag, finding immense resolve in his sudden jarring need not to dissapoint her, pulled out a shirt and began to  pull it over his head. 

The teasing little touches brought a smile to her lips, a promise of things to come, when it was right for them both. She leaned against him happily for a long moment before he began to dress and then pulled clothing out for herself as well. There were a few things she should do. After a 
moment she looked over at Morgan. "I was just thinking. When everything is settled and all... There's a double feature at the theater down the street playing tonight. Would you like to go with me? I feel a need for an evening filled with movies, cuddling and really bad for me popcorn...if you're willing anyway." 
Morgan pulled the shirt down fully so he could see her, holding his head 
cocked to one site. "You mean a date? Hell yes!" he said, punching the air. 

Marie laughed at the action, pulling a T-shirt over her head and then 
freeing her hair from the neckline. The mark at her neck no longer 
bled and was only really visible if one looked very closely. "Good. 
I would have been disappointed if you'd said no. The movies start at 
8, so we could grab dinner or the like before, as long as we get there 
by then." She liked the idea of doing something that normal couples 
did. A date that didn't include anyone trying to kill them. 

Morgan nodded. "Sounds very good to me." He reached into the bag and pulled on a pair of blue-jeans he found inside, then added shoes and socks and finally stood up. "Now that I'm decent, I think I should go see about that girl." he said, and headed to the door. Just as he stepped through it, he turned back, looked at her, smiled, and blew her a kiss before going. 
Marie chuckled, miming reaching up and catching the kiss and then tucking it into her pocket.  It was childish, she knew, but it just seemed like the right thing to do.  As he left she pulled on jeans and socks, looking into the air.  "Al?  Come on out.  We need to chat."
fini

From ajventer at gmail.com  Tue Sep  7 21:34:53 2004
From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Completely quiet
Message-ID: <7f39e5bc040907133432ff2a6a@mail.gmail.com>

Which I will take as a sign that everyone is basically done with their
JP's tomorrow morning
I will post the timejump, and we'll get back to normal on the eve of
Friday October 8th 2006.

Happy hunting my friends.

A.J.
-- 
"You have to be on the side of the underdog.
Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because
he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet.

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Tue Sep  7 22:35:55 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Completely quiet
In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc040907133432ff2a6a@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <20040907213555.9996.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com>

There are still some JPs out there, I think, but they can be marked as flashback posts.  No need to hold up the game on account of them.
 
Kat

"A.J. Venter" <ajventer@gmail.com> wrote:
Which I will take as a sign that everyone is basically done with their
JP's tomorrow morning
I will post the timejump, and we'll get back to normal on the eve of
Friday October 8th 2006.

Happy hunting my friends.

A.J.
-- 
"You have to be on the side of the underdog.
Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because
he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet.
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From queenortart at gmail.com  Tue Sep  7 22:46:02 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Completely quiet
In-Reply-To: <20040907213555.9996.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com>
References: <7f39e5bc040907133432ff2a6a@mail.gmail.com>
  <20040907213555.9996.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d04090714462bc4acf9@mail.gmail.com>

Since AJ isn't correcting himself - I feel honour bound to mention
it's Friday 13th October 2006.

May I suggest running away screaming from anyone called Jason,
especially if they're wearing a hockey mask 8-)


On Tue, 7 Sep 2004 14:35:55 -0700 (PDT), Kathy Perkins
<katperk2001@yahoo.com> wrote:
> There are still some JPs out there, I think, but they can be marked as flashback posts.  No need to hold up the game on account of them.
> 
> Kat
> 
> 
> 
> "A.J. Venter" <ajventer@gmail.com> wrote:
> Which I will take as a sign that everyone is basically done with their
> JP's tomorrow morning
> I will post the timejump, and we'll get back to normal on the eve of
> Friday October 8th 2006.
> 
> Happy hunting my friends.
> 
> A.J.


-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From ajventer at gmail.com  Wed Sep  8 18:09:57 2004
From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Tags EVERYBODY
Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0409081009327b44f4@mail.gmail.com>

OOC: Here we are, the opening sequence to our new chapter, and the
restarting of threads. Time has jumped, everyone PLEASE read
everything so you'll know what's coming, and where your characters are
supposed to be.
This only assigns patroll and investigative guardians. The rest such
(Rebecca, Rizolli, Sal etc.) are obviously staying at HQ. Threads for
all of them are open as well.

October 13 2006, 7AM
The Canadian Highway border.

Fred Macy was relieved. For once the border guards had not
been too ful of shit. They had checked his papers, glanced over his
cargo and waved him through.
He would be home early today, which was good because his wife
was due any day now, and the young man hated that he had
to be away so much at this time.
He got into the 18-wheeler kicked it into gear, and set off. 
South-Bound, toward Denver.

He was driving peacefully, humming along to the radio, when suddenly
he heard a dull thump on the cabin of his truck.
A hand reached in through the open window, and grabbed his throaght,
turning into a claw as it did so.
Impossible muscle yanked him upwards, snapping his seatbelt and
crushing his skull against the roof of the cabin.
The arm became human again even as the agressor slid in through the
window and applied the brakes.
As the truck came to a slow stop, the atacker opened the door, and
tossed Fredy Macy's corpse out of the truck. It was early and the
roads were quiet. It was so much easier to cross the border on foot,
but he was glad they would not need to walk the whole way... they did
after all have a deadline.

He pulled the keys out, walked to the back of the truck and opened it,
his brothers appearing out of the forrest one by one. As they got
there
they began to toss the cargo out, lifting the massive crates as if they 
were filled with nothing more than cotton wool.
As the crates hit the tarmac they shattered, spattering their contents
(which was computers) into useless pieces on the road.

It took less than five minutes, before the truck was empty, and the
attackers inside.  The one who had killed Macy got in the driver's
seat and began the slow trip out. Within the hour the mess they made
on the road would be found, but with their now light-weight truck, he
knew they would be very far gone by then.

They reached their destiny just after 8am, a small airstrip just South
of Denver. There a chartered cargo plane was waiting for them, they
pilot was being paid quite handsomely to ignore the fact that they had
no cargo, just thirty people, and anything else he might have wondered
about. They were an hour early, and the pilot had yet to show up
however... but somebody knew they would be.

They piled out of the truck and walked into the hangar, to await the
arrival of their pilot. They were lounging around when a voice spoke
from the shadows. "Pathetic."
Clayton, the eldest and the one who had driven spoke up.
"Who said that ?"
"You're new leader." Someone stepped out of the shadows. He was tall,
and his muscles were clearly etched even through his black leather
duster. His features however were a mystery, hidden behind a white ski
mask.
"Ski mask ?" Clayton laughed out loud as the figure approached.
"Well it seemed appropriate considdering the date." the voice 
sounded husky almost a growl, and yet there was something hauntingly
familiar about it. Something Clayton could not place.
His brothers were spreading out, slowly encircling the stranger.
He spoke again.
"Aaah, good tactic... but not good enough." Suddenly he moved, his
speed such that it he was hardly more than a blur, straight toward
Clayton. Clayton himself had superhuman speed and aimed a roundhouse
kick at the head of the attacker, who went low, did a sweep-kick and
knocked Clayton over backwards.
Clayton's hands went back, ready to balance on them, and do a
backflip, but with impossible speed the speaker had already gotten up
and now he drove an axe-kick down into Clayton's chest with a force
that smashed him flat into the concrete.
It had happened so fast that the others had not yet moved.

The stranger stepped back.
"Don't make me kill you, you know I could before they would get me...
but I don't want to, you can still be usefull."
Clayton coughed for breath so he could speak.
"Usefull for what ?"
"I want what you want, the destruction of the Guardians and the death
of Jethro Sullivan. You won't beat them. They destroyed your
brothers..."
"They got lucky."
"They only need to get lucky one more time to beat you too... but I
can lead you to victory."
"We don't need you."
"As arrogant as your brothers, that was their first mistake, yet I
beat you now. True if the whole clan struck I alone would be dead, but
you won't have such an oppurtunity with them. Sure you have special
powers, but there are several of them, all with their own powers. They
are well-connected. They know the city, and their at least as
motivated as you are. I cannot beat them, neither can you lot. But
together we can."
Clayton thought for a moment. He respected strength, speed and tactic,
and this stranger had them all. Perhaps going along with this for a
while might be good. Learn from the bastard, then destroy him.
"What is you're plan ?"
"For tonight, the same as yours was, we go into New York and wreak
absolute havoc. Let them know the lycanpires are back... then keep
doing it. A different place every night. We won't strike them yet,
first we will remove their support base... by removing all confidence
in their abilities. The rest I will tell you, when the time comes."
Clayton looked at his brothers, they stood in awe.
"Very well, we will follow you... for now."
"Good, we'll reach New York just before dusk... "

 *****************************

Guardians HQ: October 13 5:30PM

Sullivan stood in the briefing room, overlooking the collection of
Guardians present.
"The last two nights have been very quiet. They always are, everyone
was waiting. Tonight however is different. It's Friday the thirteenth,
there are always loonatics who love to cause bloodshed on this date. 
Those of you going on patrol, stick with your partners, make a point
of visiting the clubs popular with vampires and lycans, and keep your
eyes open. We don't know where there might be trouble tonight, so we
need to be everywhere, but I'm sending you guys to the most likely
hotspots. As always somebody has to stay here and guard HQ acting as
backup to those outside. Tonight, I will take that duty myself."
He looked around.
"Morganis, can we rely on you for tonight."
"Where Marie goes, I go." the wizard said simply.
"Very well, you two take the Bronx." 
[OOC: Continue in b Aereal Surveilance .]
"Damon I want you and Evan in Brooklyn."
[OOC: Continue in b Vantastic]
"Meg, I want you to team up with Gabe and cover Statten Island."
[OOC: Continue in b Desperate times]
Sullivan nodded. Did I leave anyone out ?
[OOC: If I left out a patrol guardian, let them speak now please
hold back with the spinof threads for a moment, so that such may be
assigned into one of those. This way also means those, like Natalia
who aren't technically guardians can speak for themselves.]

Finally Sullivan nodded at Edwards. "The floor is yours captain"
"Thank you Sir". Edwards stepped up to the Podium and surveyed his own
squad. "Right, we have a case to solve people. Jessie, I want you and
Joy to stay here, they might need you in the infirmary later. In the
meantime hit the lab and the computers, try to find us something on
this necromancy business. Anything, a clue to finding him, or a way to
fight him."
[OOC: Continue in b Science]
Edwards waited for their nods before continuing.
"Callum, you and me are heading out b back to that place in the
forrest to look for clues. Maybe you can pick up a scent, or we might
find somehting usefull."
[OOC: Continue in b Sleuths]


Taggers all.
-- 
"You have to be on the side of the underdog.
Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because
he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet.

From jenarey at comcast.net  Wed Sep  8 22:11:10 2004
From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance
Message-ID: <090820042111.14143.413F756D0005D8880000373F2200737478970A9D
  0E020A06@comcast.net>

> Guardians HQ: October 13 5:30PM

"The last two nights have been very quiet. They always are, everyone was waiting. Tonight however is different. It's Friday the thirteenth, there are always loonatics who love to cause bloodshed on this date.  Those of you going on patrol, stick with your partners, make a point of visiting the clubs popular with vampires and lycans, and keep your eyes open. We don't know where there might be trouble tonight, so we need to be everywhere, but I'm sending you guys to the most likely hotspots. As always somebody has to stay here and guard HQ acting as backup to those outside. Tonight, I will take that duty myself." He looked around.
"Morganis, can we rely on you for tonight."
"Where Marie goes, I go." the wizard said simply.
"Very well, you two take the Bronx." 

Marie nodded at the instruction, absently rolling a pen between her fingers.  Truth be told she'd enjoyed the last two nights of quiet.  She and Morgan had caught a movie and pizza and talked for hours, doing things like real couples that didn't spend their lives killing monsters did.  It'd been...very nice.  Cuddling had been abundant but nothing near as intense as had happened the other night, both of them seeming to have become shy all at once, not that it wasn't still very enjoyable to be curled up in his arms, safe.  Mr. Whiskers had even graced them with his presence, curling up on top of Morgan while the two of them were video viewing.  It was amazing how many really good classics Morgan had missed.  Too bad tonight would likely be dedicated to Dracula versus the Wolfman moments.  "Sounds good to me, Commander."

From queenortart at gmail.com  Wed Sep  8 22:36:38 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Damsel in Distress seeks Knight in Shining Armour - all
 applicants considered. Miranda
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d04090814367b5e397f@mail.gmail.com>

Miranda's feet hurt more than she thought was actually possible. She
was shivering with cold, in her thin shirt and cardigan, and wanted to
get inside, but she couldn't walk another step right now. She stopped
for a second leaning against a building and took her foot out of her
shoe rubbing it tenderly. She had blisters on top of her blisters, and
the blood from her heels was never going to come out of the shoe
liners. She rued the moment that she'd chosen these damn shoes, bought
to make her look efficient, sitting at a desk, and like a serious
professional woman, they were going straight in the trash.

It had taken her hours to walk across the city, and by now it was
early evening. She'd taken what she thought would be a short cut
across Central Park, and had got lost when she'd dived into the
bushes, trying to avoid a group of young men, who had taken up the
whole of one of the pathways. It had taken her forever to find her way
out to an exit, and she was feeling very embarrassed about making such
a mistake. She was becoming increasingly worried about Victoria, left
alone back at the club, and felt a huge weight of responsibility to
get to the Guardians and get help from them.

She changed feet, wincing as she eased her foot back into the evil
shoe, and took the other foot out, joyous for a moment to feel the
lack of pain.

Not far now, just a few hundred yards, she could do it. 

"Get on with it girl" she admonished herself. She pushed the shoe back
on her foot and staggered forwards, she couldn't imagine what she
looked like, 'like something the cat dragged in', she heard her
father's voice, and she pushed her hair back from her forehead, and
stood up straight, breathing in, mentally composing herself. ~Please
let them be able to see me, please let them hear me.~ The spell had
gotten her out of the building, but she'd had enough of it now. More
than enough of it. She wanted a chair to sit on more than she'd wanted
anything in her life. One foot at a time. "Shift yourself" and she
walked proud the last few yards.

There was an entry buzzer by the door when she got there and she
pressed it urgently.

Tag HQ 

-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Wed Sep  8 23:17:27 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times
In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc0409081009327b44f4@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <20040908221727.58620.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com>

"A.J. Venter" <ajventer@gmail.com> wrote:
Guardians HQ: October 13 5:30PM

Sullivan stood in the briefing room, overlooking the collection of
Guardians present.
"The last two nights have been very quiet. They always are, everyone
was waiting. Tonight however is different. It's Friday the thirteenth,
there are always loonatics who love to cause bloodshed on this date. 
Those of you going on patrol, stick with your partners, make a point
of visiting the clubs popular with vampires and lycans, and keep your
eyes open. We don't know where there might be trouble tonight, so we
need to be everywhere, but I'm sending you guys to the most likely
hotspots. As always somebody has to stay here and guard HQ acting as
backup to those outside. Tonight, I will take that duty myself."
He looked around.
<<small snip>>

"Meg, I want you to team up with Gabe and cover Statten Island."

"Right, chief."  She looked at Gabe and nodded.  "Commander...do we have any leads on the surviving lycan who attacked the Newlanders?  We need to round up the rogue if at all possible."

Tag Sullivan, Gabe 

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Wed Sep  8 23:22:09 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Science
In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc0409081009327b44f4@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <20040908222209.55563.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com>

"A.J. Venter" <ajventer@gmail.com> wrote:
>>Finally Sullivan nodded at Edwards. "The floor is yours captain"
"Thank you Sir". Edwards stepped up to the Podium and surveyed his own
squad. "Right, we have a case to solve people. Jessie, I want you and
Joy to stay here, they might need you in the infirmary later. In the
meantime hit the lab and the computers, try to find us something on
this necromancy business. Anything, a clue to finding him, or a way to
fight him."<<

Jessie shivered involuntarily.  The thought of that creature, that voice, was still fresh in her memory as if it had happened yesterday.  "Yes, sir," she said.  "Um, Captain?  Did you want me to present my findings on the other creatures, the ones that have been attacking the clubs?  I had a report ready, but things got a little...hectic."

She smiled at Joy.  "I'll be glad to have your help.  Genetics is my field, not chemistry.  Another set of eyes will be very helpful."

Tag Jay, Joy

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Wed Sep  8 23:26:21 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths
In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc0409081009327b44f4@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <20040908222621.49318.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com>

"A.J. Venter" <ajventer@gmail.com> wrote:
>>Finally Sullivan nodded at Edwards. "The floor is yours captain"
"Thank you Sir". Edwards stepped up to the Podium and surveyed his own
squad. "Right, we have a case to solve people. Jessie, I want you and
Joy to stay here, they might need you in the infirmary later. In the
meantime hit the lab and the computers, try to find us something on
this necromancy business. Anything, a clue to finding him, or a way to
fight him."

Edwards waited for their nods before continuing.
"Callum, you and me are heading out b back to that place in the
forrest to look for clues. Maybe you can pick up a scent, or we might
find somehting usefull."


"Before I left, sir," Meg interjected, "I asked the Jersey guys to leave the ambulance and the entire scene as it was.  They roped it off, and they had guards posted to steer people away.  I think they may even have some teeps and spell-slingers who cast some kind of glamor over the area.  You might want to check with them, since some of their lycans might have tried tracking right after the thing went down."

Tag Jay

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Wed Sep  8 23:31:36 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Tags EVERYBODY
In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc0409081009327b44f4@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <20040908223136.46063.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com>

"A.J. Venter" <ajventer@gmail.com> wrote:

Guardians HQ: October 13 5:30PM

Sullivan stood in the briefing room, overlooking the collection of
Guardians present.
"The last two nights have been very quiet. They always are, everyone
was waiting. Tonight however is different. It's Friday the thirteenth,
there are always loonatics who love to cause bloodshed on this date. 
Those of you going on patrol, stick with your partners, make a point
of visiting the clubs popular with vampires and lycans, and keep your
eyes open. We don't know where there might be trouble tonight, so we
need to be everywhere, but I'm sending you guys to the most likely
hotspots. As always somebody has to stay here and guard HQ acting as
backup to those outside. Tonight, I will take that duty myself."
He looked around.
"Morganis, can we rely on you for tonight."
"Where Marie goes, I go." the wizard said simply.
"Very well, you two take the Bronx." 
[OOC: Continue in b Aereal Surveilance .]
"Damon I want you and Evan in Brooklyn."
[OOC: Continue in b Vantastic]
"Meg, I want you to team up with Gabe and cover Statten Island."
[OOC: Continue in b Desperate times]
Sullivan nodded. Did I leave anyone out ?


A small creature flew rapidly around Sullivan's head.  "What about me, Commander-poo?" Wendy asked.  She flew lazy circles around the room.  "I wanna go on patrol, too!  Can I, please?  Pretty please?"

Tag Sullivan  :)

 

From jenarey at comcast.net  Thu Sep  9 02:20:04 2004
From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Tags EVERYBODY
Message-ID: <090920040120.16000.413FAFC1000F154100003E802200750784970A9D
  0E020A06@comcast.net>

 Guardians HQ: October 13 5:30PM 
Sullivan nodded. Did I leave anyone out ? 

Stephanie looked up from where she was sitting next to Damien, her hand resting on his shoulder.  She waited until the assignments were given out and then spoke softly.  "Weaponry for tonight should cover a range.  Normal mortals sometimes get a little nutty with superstition and require being calmed down, but shouldn't be hurt if we can avoid it.  I've sleeping canisters and such for all teams."

From jenarey at comcast.net  Thu Sep  9 02:28:23 2004
From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Tags EVERYBODY
Message-ID: <090920040128.3858.413FB1B40004110500000F122200737478970A9D0
  E020A06@comcast.net>

Guardians HQ: October 13 5:30PM
Sullivan nodded. Did I leave anyone out?
Natalia looked up from where she had claimed a chair, reversed and straddled while she listened.  In all technicality no one had invited her to the meeting, but no on was really going to tell her she couldn't come either, at this point most of the guardians in the room owed her for one healing or another.  She'd gone shopping in the last couple of days, assembling several changes of clothing to replace the ones that had been ruined.  Though she'd laid claim to Gabriel's sarong as well, claiming that it looked better on her anyway.  As Sullivan fell quiet she tilted her head to one side.  "Anyplace in particular you'd like extra hands?"

From ajventer at direqlearn.org  Thu Sep  9 07:18:49 2004
From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance
In-Reply-To: <090820042111.14143.413F756D0005D8880000373F2200737478970A9
  D 0E020A06@comcast.net>
References: <090820042111.14143.413F756D0005D8880000373F2200737478970A9D
  0E020A06@comcast.net>
Message-ID: <200409090818.50539.ajventer@direqlearn.org>

On Wednesday, 8 September 2004 23:11, jenarey@comcast.net wrote:
> > Guardians HQ: October 13 5:30PM
>
> "The last two nights have been very quiet. They always are, everyone was
> waiting. Tonight however is different. It's Friday the thirteenth, there
> are always loonatics who love to cause bloodshed on this date.  Those of
> you going on patrol, stick with your partners, make a point of visiting the
> clubs popular with vampires and lycans, and keep your eyes open. We don't
> know where there might be trouble tonight, so we need to be everywhere, but
> I'm sending you guys to the most likely hotspots. As always somebody has to
> stay here and guard HQ acting as backup to those outside. Tonight, I will
> take that duty myself." He looked around. "Morganis, can we rely on you for
> tonight."
> "Where Marie goes, I go." the wizard said simply.
> "Very well, you two take the Bronx."
>
> Marie nodded at the instruction, absently rolling a pen between her
> fingers.  Truth be told she'd enjoyed the last two nights of quiet.  She
> and Morgan had caught a movie and pizza and talked for hours, doing things
> like real couples that didn't spend their lives killing monsters did.  It'd
> been...very nice.  Cuddling had been abundant but nothing near as intense
> as had happened the other night, both of them seeming to have become shy
> all at once, not that it wasn't still very enjoyable to be curled up in his
> arms, safe.  Mr. Whiskers had even graced them with his presence, curling
> up on top of Morgan while the two of them were video viewing.  It was
> amazing how many really good classics Morgan had missed.  Too bad tonight
> would likely be dedicated to Dracula versus the Wolfman moments.  "Sounds
> good to me, Commander."

Morgan nodded as well.
He leaned over to Marie. "How shall we do this ? Because I'm thinking perhaps 
we can cover more ground if we're not on it... or alternatively, I could be 
your flying backup." he whispered softly.

tags Marie.

-- 
A.J Venter
Lead Developer, DireqLearn 
082 726 5103
http://www.direqlearn.org
http://www.direqlearn.net/olce
http://silentcoder.blogsite.org

From ajventer at direqlearn.org  Thu Sep  9 07:20:50 2004
From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times
In-Reply-To: <20040908221727.58620.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com>
References: <20040908221727.58620.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <200409090820.50890.ajventer@direqlearn.org>

>
> "Meg, I want you to team up with Gabe and cover Statten Island."
>
> "Right, chief."  She looked at Gabe and nodded.  "Commander...do we have
> any leads on the surviving lycan who attacked the Newlanders?  We need to
> round up the rogue if at all possible."
>
"Nothing yet." Said Sullivan, "but Queens is not too far out of  your way*, so 
I won't mind if you guys go through the area first and have a look around the 
scene again. You might get lucky."

tags
*OOC: I have no idea whether this is true or not, but from now until the end 
of time in GoTC, Queens is on the way to Statten Island from the lower east 
side.
-- 
A.J Venter
Lead Developer, DireqLearn 
082 726 5103
http://www.direqlearn.org
http://www.direqlearn.net/olce
http://silentcoder.blogsite.org

From ajventer at direqlearn.org  Thu Sep  9 07:23:18 2004
From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Tags EVERYBODY
In-Reply-To: <090920040120.16000.413FAFC1000F154100003E802200750784970A9
  D 0E020A06@comcast.net>
References: <090920040120.16000.413FAFC1000F154100003E802200750784970A9D
  0E020A06@comcast.net>
Message-ID: <200409090823.18593.ajventer@direqlearn.org>

On Thursday, 9 September 2004 03:20, jenarey@comcast.net wrote:
>  Guardians HQ: October 13 5:30PM
> Sullivan nodded. Did I leave anyone out ?
>
> Stephanie looked up from where she was sitting next to Damien, her hand
> resting on his shoulder.  She waited until the assignments were given out
> and then spoke softly.  "Weaponry for tonight should cover a range.  Normal
> mortals sometimes get a little nutty with superstition and require being
> calmed down, but shouldn't be hurt if we can avoid it.  I've sleeping
> canisters and such for all teams."

Sullivan nodded. "Good point Constable."
To the rest of the assembled squad he said.
"If anybody needs any additional gear tonight, pick it up from Stephanie, if 
you need Electronics, Rizolli as always is your man."

tags
-- 
A.J Venter
Lead Developer, DireqLearn 
082 726 5103
http://www.direqlearn.org
http://www.direqlearn.net/olce
http://silentcoder.blogsite.org

From ajventer at direqlearn.org  Thu Sep  9 07:27:52 2004
From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Tags EVERYBODY
In-Reply-To: <090920040128.3858.413FB1B40004110500000F122200737478970A9D
  0 E020A06@comcast.net>
References: <090920040128.3858.413FB1B40004110500000F122200737478970A9D0
  E020A06@comcast.net>
Message-ID: <200409090827.52228.ajventer@direqlearn.org>

On Thursday, 9 September 2004 03:28, jenarey@comcast.net wrote:
> Guardians HQ: October 13 5:30PM
> Sullivan nodded. Did I leave anyone out?
> Natalia looked up from where she had claimed a chair, reversed and
> straddled while she listened.  In all technicality no one had invited her
> to the meeting, but no on was really going to tell her she couldn't come
> either, at this point most of the guardians in the room owed her for one
> healing or another.  She'd gone shopping in the last couple of days,
> assembling several changes of clothing to replace the ones that had been
> ruined.  Though she'd laid claim to Gabriel's sarong as well, claiming that
> it looked better on her anyway.  As Sullivan fell quiet she tilted her head
> to one side.  "Anyplace in particular you'd like extra hands?"
> 
Sullivan smiled at her. 
"Thank you for the offer. We can use extra hands tonight. Since you're 
volunteering, it's you're own call. You can join Gabe and Meg or one of the 
others, or stay here and helped out in the infirmary. I won't prescribe."

tag

-- 
A.J Venter
Lead Developer, DireqLearn 
082 726 5103
http://www.direqlearn.org
http://www.direqlearn.net/olce
http://silentcoder.blogsite.org

From ajventer at direqlearn.org  Thu Sep  9 07:28:54 2004
From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths
In-Reply-To: <20040908222621.49318.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com>
References: <20040908222621.49318.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <200409090828.54385.ajventer@direqlearn.org>

> Edwards waited for their nods before continuing.
> "Callum, you and me are heading out b back to that place in the
> forrest to look for clues. Maybe you can pick up a scent, or we might
> find somehting usefull."
>
>
> "Before I left, sir," Meg interjected, "I asked the Jersey guys to leave
> the ambulance and the entire scene as it was.  They roped it off, and they
> had guards posted to steer people away.  I think they may even have some
> teeps and spell-slingers who cast some kind of glamor over the area.  You
> might want to check with them, since some of their lycans might have tried
> tracking right after the thing went down."
>
Edwards nodded. "Thanks for that, we'll follow up on it."

tags Meg, Callum
-- 
A.J Venter
Lead Developer, DireqLearn 
082 726 5103
http://www.direqlearn.org
http://www.direqlearn.net/olce
http://silentcoder.blogsite.org

From ajventer at direqlearn.org  Thu Sep  9 07:38:15 2004
From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Tags EVERYBODY
In-Reply-To: <20040908223136.46063.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com>
References: <20040908223136.46063.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <200409090838.15965.ajventer@direqlearn.org>

> A small creature flew rapidly around Sullivan's head.  "What about me,
> Commander-poo?" Wendy asked.  She flew lazy circles around the room.  "I
> wanna go on patrol, too!  Can I, please?  Pretty please?"
>
Sullivan sighed.
"And if you're out there - whose going to handle the phones here ? What if we 
get an emergency call tonight and nobody answers ? "
He thought for a moment, 
"Mind you, I'm not sure keeping you here will improve that.... very well, but 
you're not going out alone.... and if I leave Sal here on her own that will 
be another disaster..."
He stood thoughtfull for a moment, he would never admit it, but he had a 
massive soft spot for the pixie, and he knew her to be virtually 
indestructible which was why he often indulged her.
"You and Sal go together, these days the only thing worse than you two 
together is you two apart. But I'm not ordering anybody to take you and you 
can't go by yourselves. If one of the squad leaders here is willing to put up 
with the two of you, you can go with - and you follow their orders to the 
letter."

Sal thought about the concept in front of her. A boring night trapped in HQ 
with the phones, or out for some action with Wendy on patrol. Following 
orders suddenly seemed not so bad... it was a dog thing anyway.
"Yeah, sounds cool. "

Sullivan looked around the room.
"Anybody up for showing these rookies the ropes ?"

Sal snapped up
"There's ropes involved... kinky."

taggers


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From jenarey at comcast.net  Thu Sep  9 07:38:32 2004
From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Tags EVERYBODY
Message-ID: <090920040638.2459.413FFA68000840A60000099B2200750784970A9D0
  E020A06@comcast.net>

> Sullivan smiled at her. 
> "Thank you for the offer. We can use extra hands tonight. Since you're 
> volunteering, it's you're own call. You can join Gabe and Meg or one of the others, or stay here and helped out in the infirmary. I won't prescribe." 
Natalia glanced towards Gabe and Meg with a faint smile.  "If the two of you don't mind, I'd rather get out and about.  I know the Infirmary much better than I ever intended to at this point already."

From jenarey at comcast.net  Thu Sep  9 07:44:01 2004
From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance
Message-ID: <090920040644.17667.413FFBB10001BCD0000045032200745672970A9D
  0E020A06@comcast.net>

> Morgan nodded as well. 
> He leaned over to Marie. "How shall we do this ? Because I'm thinking perhaps we can cover more ground if we're not on it... or alternatively, I could be your flying backup." he whispered softly.
Marie gave him a smile, murmuring softly.  "You know how many bad jokes that could be a lead in for?"  She considered the options for a moment.  "It may very well take some of both for us to cover as much territory as the Bronx represents.  Without a specific goal..."  She shook her head, the thick braid playing over the nape of her neck.  "It's harder."

From ajventer at gmail.com  Thu Sep  9 14:27:51 2004
From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Back in the real world part 3 [JP Joy and Jethro]
Message-ID: <7f39e5bc040909062750508915@mail.gmail.com>

OOC: Timeframe reminder, this is wednesday morning.
Neither of us really knows where this is going.

She reached out and took a strawberry off the plate, where it
garnished the waffle, sticky with honey, and held it for him,
suspended on the stalk. He moved forwards to bite it from her fingers
and she moved it back, teasing him. laughing at his expression,
"Wait..." she murmured softly and then leant into him, confident of
his friendship above all else, sealing her realisation with a kiss.

The strawberry was forgotten for the instant, as she tasted waffle and
coffee on his lips. A bead of honey collected at the bottom of the
berry and as she retreated it dripped onto his chest. She laughed out
loud, and leaned over kissing him there, tasting the sweetness on his
skin, desire coursing through her.

Jethro gasped caught completely by surprize. He threw his arms around
her and pulled her up against him, kissing her deeply. His eyes were
glinting.

Behind her back he dipped a finger in the whipped cream and then
dabbed it on the tip of her nose, laughing himself before kissing it
off.

As he kissed her nose she giggled and leant into him, brandishing the
strawberry, still held between her fingers and dropped it down the
front of his robe.

"Ooops!" she said. "Gosh, that was careless of me, I guess I should
retrieve that?"

He laughed again. He could not remember seeing her have that much fun.
"Well yes indeed. It would hardly do for the Commander of the
Guardians to go around with dessert under his clothes now would it?"
he said with a grin.

"Any plans on how to get in there?" he laughed lying back to give her
access into his robe, and feeling the strawberry slip further down his
stomach as he did so. The top of the robe fell open a bit, revealing
traces of his masculine chest underneath.

She had a look on her face like any minute a cartoon cutout lightbulb
was going to appear, above her head, with a comedy sound effect.

"Oh I don't know.  Seems to me like you'd look great with dessert on
you." She reached for the plate and quickly dragged a spoon through
the reservoir of  honey in a pot next to the waffle, and then trailed
it over his chest.

"Yeah, I think that's a definite improvement." she smiled and threw
the spoon back on the tray and sat back on her hands, appraising him,
enjoying the view.

He laughed at her.

"Hey now, you can't waste good food like that... you're going to have
to eat it now." he said with a wink.

She grinned at him, and moved over to him, lightly kissing his chest.

"Oh I quite agree..."

She pushed back his robe exposing his belly, and then stroked across
him with one finger, into the sweet stickiness, and put it into her
mouth.

"Yummy honey on your tummy" she giggled again and then started
laughing, and laughing, unable to stop, spluttering as she tried to
say something else to him, but it was lost in her mirth.

He broke out in laughter himself. "Oh you are wonderful" he managed to
say through his snickers, and it sounded utterly sincere.

"Oh mon Ami, you say the nicest things," she said through her
laughter, wiping a tear away, and then wrapped herself around him,
kissing him, laughing still, cuddling him, nuzzling his chest, feeling
so safe with him that it almost frightened her.

She pulled back a little, preparing to kiss him again, and there was a
strange sensation across her breasts, as she peeled back from him. She
suddenly broke away from him, and looked down. "Oh shoot, I have honey
all over my shirt, and it's the only thing I brought down with me. I'm
such an idiot."

He laughed softly, and winked at her.

"Take it off, and throw it in the laundry shoot, housekeeping will
have it back within the hour..."

"Are you suggesting I should get naked, Commander Sullivan?" she was
smiling at him, wickedly, wanting to feel him against her again, an
unaccustomed confidence growing, a totally unexpected craving for him.
"I thought you had work to do?"

"Actually I just suggested you take off your shirt... but if I have
the chance to get you naked, by all the gods the work can wait." he
said with an enthusiastic smile.

She pushed down the long sleeves, which she had revelled in pushing up
to her elbows earlier, crossed her arms in front of her and peeled it
away, revealing a dull but perfectly serviceable white cotton bra.
Then she dropped the shirt onto the floor next to the bed.

"I should be working on my designs... but..." she kissed his chest
again, licking the drops of honey.

When she began to lick his chest he threw his head back in extascy,
reached around her, and ran his fingers lanquidly up and down her
spine....

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 him,
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.

-- 
"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  Thu Sep  9 14:29:33 2004
From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance
In-Reply-To: <-6775865963012016966@unknownmsgid>
References: <-6775865963012016966@unknownmsgid>
Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04090906292c4cc562@mail.gmail.com>

 > Morgan nodded as well.
> > He leaned over to Marie. "How shall we do this ? Because I'm thinking perhaps we can cover more ground if we're not on it... or alternatively, I could be your flying backup." he whispered softly.
> Marie gave him a smile, murmuring softly.  "You know how many bad jokes that could be a lead in for?"  She considered the options for a moment.  "It may very well take some of both for us to cover as much territory as the Bronx represents.  Without a specific goal..."  She shook her head, the thick braid playing over the nape of her neck.  "It's harder."

"So we start where trouble is most likely. I want to drop by the
former location
of the Peacefull Sleep as well. I would love to get back on that
bitch's trail, we owe her..."

tag

From ajventer at gmail.com  Thu Sep  9 14:34:15 2004
From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Pyschic, pyshotic JP [Morganis/Terrry] - Follows: Boy from
 Nawlins
Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04090906341e985088@mail.gmail.com>

Morganis stepped lightly into the infirmary, he saw Terry lying in the corner.
One of the orderlies looked up, but Morganis ignored him and walked over to her.


She was unconscious, and he knew why. He breathed hard once, then
forced himself to calm
down and put his hand on her cheek. There was no need to do so, it
just helped him concentrate. The orderly tried to say something but
shut up as Morgan shut his eyes
and his face folded up in concentration. He felt her mind, reached
through to it.
Saw the tremendous fear and agony which was layered onto her psyche,
which had made her shut down, which - unwittingly he had put there...
and set to work.

He couldn't remove the memories entirely, not without risking much
worse problems, so
he merely dulled the emotional response to them, one by one. It took some time.

Eventually he was satisfied, and he called to her softly.
"Terry, it's time to wake up now."
Under his hand he felt her face muscles move as her eyes fluttered open...


Terry blinked a few times in surprise. "Where...where am I? What
happened? Last thing I remember, I was at the car, waiting for..."



Her voice trailed off as some of the memories came back. She looked
up into Morgan's eyes. "What happened to me?"

He took his hand of her face and thumbed his chin nervously.
"Erm, how much do you know about projective telepathy ?" he ventured...
"yeah I guess they don't cover that much in shrink school. Well the
short version is
those soldier boys knocked me out - which was a bad thing because my
psychic defense
system kicked in, and gave everybody a nice big front-row ticket to my
worst nightmares...
Everyone suffered... but you got it much worse than the others because
of what you are..."

He stopped there and looked at her...wondering what she would say...


"What I am?" Terry looked confused. "I'm sorry, but I don't
understand. I mean, I understand about telepaths. There have been a
few through here, and my parents had some friends who were. But I'm
not a telepath. Am I? I can't read people's minds or anything like
that..."

"There's more than one kind of telepath. You are what we call an
empath, as in empathy.
You cannot read people's thoughts, but you can sense and even feel
their emotions.
You see the other people there, they just felt their own fears and
sadnesses at the
images my mind created - you went beyond that, you felt *my* fear and
sadness as well.
I wasn't sure at first, I suspected you had the gift but empaths tend
to be very passive with
their telepathy which means even other telepaths cannot pick it up
without actively reading
their minds, something I try not to do without specific permission.
However, your reaction
to last night's battle is all the evidence I need. Empaths are very
special, perhaps more
special than telepaths. I can just know what people think, you can
know how they feel... you
have something nobody else ever gets... the chance to truly understand
other people."



Terry smiled. She'd never really thought of herself as special
before. Not in that way, anyway. "I guess that explains a lot. Why
I'm so good at counseling, I mean, and stripping. I know what people
want, and how they're feeling, so I can give it to them."

She hugged herself tightly. "It was just so...so terrible. All those
things happened to you? I'm so sorry." She tried to keep those
memories locked where Morgan had put them.

"Is...is there any way for me to block this when I don't want it to
happen? I don't think I can afford to feel everything other people
are feeling all the time. It might be too much for me to take, like
what happened last night."

He nodded.
"Telepathy can be trained. When mine first started I heard every thought around
me, it was a constant cacophony of noise ! I couldn't hear my own
thoughts through the din, it was pretty useless and would have driven
me mad, except
I learned pretty quickly how to block it, so I would only hear what I
wanted to.
I'm not entirely sure about empathy though, because it's a much more instinctive
power than my sort of telepathy." he was thoughtfull for a moment.
"Did you know that the human brain has no influence on reflexive reactions ?"
he asked, "for example if your hand is burned, there is no conscious decision to
pull it away, in fact the brain is not even informed of the events
until after the fact.
It takes time for nerve messages to travel, time during which you keep
burning, so
to save time a lot of the most basic responses, like pulling your hand
out of a flame is wired into your spine, and handled from there
already. Yet you can overwrite your spinal responses with your brain -
and for example force yourself
to keep your hand in a flame - that takes a lot of effort at first but
it gets easier with time, especially if you learn to also block out
the sense of pain. By comparisson, blocking empathy at times should be
fairly easy - once you figure
out where the trigger is. I would be more than happy to try and help you." he
said, for a moment standing absolutely still. There was something hammering
at the back of his mind for attention and as he finished his
explanation it saw his gap and the penny dropped.
"...did you say stripping ?"

"Yeah," Terry said, no sign of shame in her voice or her face. "I
used to work at a club in Greenwich Village before Jay made me quit."
She grinned at him. "I didn't mean to shock you."

She looked at him more intently now. "You said something about
trying to help me. Is that going to be a problem? I mean, I don't
want to make your girlfriend jealous or anything."

Morganis laughed.
"You didn't shock me... it was just a surprize... and a rather
pleasant one at that.
Don't worry, it's not a problem. What you do outside is entirely up to
you. I'd be happy to
try and help you, and I have no particular desire to see you naked either...."
for a moment Morganis stood quiet as something hammered at his brain,
before suddenly
he realized what he had said.
"Oh erm sorry, I didn't mean it that way, I'm sure you are very
beautifull naked - I just meant
that you know...oh gods."

Terry laughed. "Don't worry. I get that a lot. And like I said, I'm
not stripping any more. Sullivan pays me enough to almost make up for
my tips." She winked. "I'm ready to take lessons in this psychic
stuff whenever you're ready to give them."

"Certainly, although right now, you ought to get some rest, and
tonight I have a erm prior engagement. How does tomorrow morning work
for you ? It's not like I can go out during
daytime anyway."

"That would be great," Terry said. "And you're right, I do need some
rest. Will I be able to sleep without...without having your
nightmares creep in?"

"I didn't block them - that would be the equivalent to the kind of
mental defense mechanisms
abuse victims create - which usually have negative side effects in the
long run. I just
removed the emotion links with them, so you will be able to remember
them without
feeling much about them. They shouldn't bother your sleep, if you do
have any recurring problems, please talk to me because a mind is
pretty complex and I might have missed some."

"Well, I'll leave you to your evening, then, and I'll see you
tomorrow.  Thank you.  And...Morgan?  If you ever need to talk, I'm
here.  I already know your nightmares, after all.  Anything else you
tell me will be a cakewalk by comparison."  She gave him a sad smile,
then lay back down and drifted off to sleep.

Morganis smiled at her for a moment. Then walked out thoughtfully.
He had, had bad run-ins with every shrink who had ever come near his
head... then again
she had seen for herself what was in there... perhaps she at least
could understand.
He thought about it a moment longer, then decided that he would make
up his mind later.


-- 
"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 queenortart at gmail.com  Thu Sep  9 16:12:44 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths
In-Reply-To: <200409090828.54385.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
References: <20040908222621.49318.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com>
  <200409090828.54385.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d04090908129496181@mail.gmail.com>

On Thu, 9 Sep 2004 08:28:54 +0200, A.J. Venter <ajventer@direqlearn.org> wrote:
> > Edwards waited for their nods before continuing.
> > "Callum, you and me are heading out b back to that place in the
> > forrest to look for clues. Maybe you can pick up a scent, or we might
> > find somehting usefull."
> >
> >
> > "Before I left, sir," Meg interjected, "I asked the Jersey guys to leave
> > the ambulance and the entire scene as it was.  They roped it off, and they
> > had guards posted to steer people away.  I think they may even have some
> > teeps and spell-slingers who cast some kind of glamor over the area.  You
> > might want to check with them, since some of their lycans might have tried
> > tracking right after the thing went down."
> >
> Edwards nodded. "Thanks for that, we'll follow up on it."

"Aye, that all works for me, shall we get on the way then, and I'd
prefer it if you drove!"


-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From queenortart at gmail.com  Thu Sep  9 16:26:49 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Science
In-Reply-To: <20040908222209.55563.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com>
References: <7f39e5bc0409081009327b44f4@mail.gmail.com>
  <20040908222209.55563.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d040909082628103d3b@mail.gmail.com>

> >>Finally Sullivan nodded at Edwards. "The floor is yours captain"
> "Thank you Sir". Edwards stepped up to the Podium and surveyed his own
> squad. "Right, we have a case to solve people. Jessie, I want you and
> Joy to stay here, they might need you in the infirmary later. In the
> meantime hit the lab and the computers, try to find us something on
> this necromancy business. Anything, a clue to finding him, or a way to
> fight him."<<
> 
> Jessie shivered involuntarily.  The thought of that creature, that voice, was still fresh in her memory as if it had happened yesterday.  "Yes, sir," she said.  "Um, Captain?  Did you want me to present my findings on the other creatures, the ones that have been attacking the clubs?  I had a report ready, but things got a little...hectic."
> 
> She smiled at Joy.  "I'll be glad to have your help.  Genetics is my field, not chemistry.  Another set of eyes will be very helpful."

"Great, if by some miracle it stays really quiet, I'll do some of my
PhD revision though."  Joy replied.

OOC character note - she doesn't start work officially until Tuesday,
this is why I wanted to get that decision sorted in advance. I'd
rather keep her working on her stuff until the yoghurt hits the fan.
Then she'll be all hands on.

OOC2 Callum send a COMPUTER SEARCH on the Necromancy stuff on
Wednesday, but he's been tied up I guess with the whole wolf thing
which we have to still write.  Are there any results for that - which
he left running - and he can hand them over?

OOC3 I've got a ton of stuff on the laptop, but I'm using a terminal
in the BA business lounge right now. Assuming all goes according to
plan, I'll send a bunch of Joy/ Jono stuff (with Terry. Jethro) when I
get into Edi tonight. If not I'll do it tomorrow morning.  IIRC I can
only get WIFI in the hotel bar.

"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Thu Sep  9 18:25:05 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times
In-Reply-To: <200409090820.50890.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
Message-ID: <20040909172505.25666.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com>

"A.J. Venter" <ajventer@direqlearn.org> wrote:
>>"Nothing yet." Said Sullivan, "but Queens is not too far out of your way*, so 
I won't mind if you guys go through the area first and have a look around the 
scene again. You might get lucky."<<

Meg nodded.  "That ok with you, Cap?" she said, grinning at Gabe.  "The sooner I check, the better our chances of catching him."

Tag Gabe

*OOC: I have no idea whether this is true or not, but from now until the end 
of time in GoTC, Queens is on the way to Statten Island from the lower east 
side.

OOC:  I'm not sure either.  Should be quick the way Gabe rides a bike...  :)

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Thu Sep  9 18:27:25 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Tags EVERYBODY
In-Reply-To: <200409090823.18593.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
Message-ID: <20040909172725.21135.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com>

"A.J. Venter" <ajventer@direqlearn.org> wrote:
On Thursday, 9 September 2004 03:20, jenarey@comcast.net wrote:
> Guardians HQ: October 13 5:30PM
> Sullivan nodded. Did I leave anyone out ?
>
> Stephanie looked up from where she was sitting next to Damien, her hand
> resting on his shoulder. She waited until the assignments were given out
> and then spoke softly. "Weaponry for tonight should cover a range. Normal
> mortals sometimes get a little nutty with superstition and require being
> calmed down, but shouldn't be hurt if we can avoid it. I've sleeping
> canisters and such for all teams."

>>Sullivan nodded. "Good point Constable."
To the rest of the assembled squad he said.
"If anybody needs any additional gear tonight, pick it up from Stephanie, if 
you need Electronics, Rizolli as always is your man."<<

Jessie walked over to Jay and took his hand.  "Be careful, Captain," she said softly, and kissed him gently.

Tag Jay

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Thu Sep  9 18:30:01 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths
In-Reply-To: <200409090828.54385.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
Message-ID: <20040909173001.16712.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com>

"A.J. Venter" <ajventer@direqlearn.org> wrote:
> Edwards waited for their nods before continuing.
> "Callum, you and me are heading out b back to that place in the
> forrest to look for clues. Maybe you can pick up a scent, or we might
> find somehting usefull."
>
>
> "Before I left, sir," Meg interjected, "I asked the Jersey guys to leave
> the ambulance and the entire scene as it was. They roped it off, and they
> had guards posted to steer people away. I think they may even have some
> teeps and spell-slingers who cast some kind of glamor over the area. You
> might want to check with them, since some of their lycans might have tried
> tracking right after the thing went down."
>
Edwards nodded. "Thanks for that, we'll follow up on it."

Meg nodded, then gave Callum a quick kiss before heading over to join Gabe.  "Try not to break him, Captain," she said, grinning and giving Jay a wink.  "Comm me if you need me."

Tag Jay, Callum  (last post from Meg in this thread)

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Thu Sep  9 18:35:20 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Tags EVERYBODY
In-Reply-To: <200409090838.15965.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
Message-ID: <20040909173520.20306.qmail@web40507.mail.yahoo.com>

"A.J. Venter" <ajventer@direqlearn.org> wrote:
>>Sullivan sighed.
"And if you're out there - whose going to handle the phones here ? What if we 
get an emergency call tonight and nobody answers ? "
He thought for a moment, 
"Mind you, I'm not sure keeping you here will improve that.... very well, but 
you're not going out alone.... and if I leave Sal here on her own that will 
be another disaster..."
He stood thoughtfull for a moment, he would never admit it, but he had a 
massive soft spot for the pixie, and he knew her to be virtually 
indestructible which was why he often indulged her.
"You and Sal go together, these days the only thing worse than you two 
together is you two apart. But I'm not ordering anybody to take you and you 
can't go by yourselves. If one of the squad leaders here is willing to put up 
with the two of you, you can go with - and you follow their orders to the 
letter."

Sal thought about the concept in front of her. A boring night trapped in HQ 
with the phones, or out for some action with Wendy on patrol. Following 
orders suddenly seemed not so bad... it was a dog thing anyway.
"Yeah, sounds cool. "

Sullivan looked around the room.
"Anybody up for showing these rookies the ropes ?"

Sal snapped up
"There's ropes involved... kinky."<<

"Oh, boy, oh boy, ohboyohboyohboy!" Wendy chanted, zipping around Sal's head.  "Patrol and kinkiness!  What fun!"

Meg rolled her eyes.  She hesitated taking this pair along.  Still, two noses might be better than one, and they needed to find that werewolf before he killed again -- or before the Newlander boy found him.  Besides, there was no way she was chancing this little tramp being alone with Callum after what had happened earlier in the week.

"How's your nose, Sal?  If you can help me track the wolf, I could sure use you.  Captain Luken, what do you think?"

Tag Sal, Gabe

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Thu Sep  9 18:39:18 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Tags EVERYBODY
In-Reply-To: <090920040638.2459.413FFA68000840A60000099B2200750784970A9D
  0  E020A06@comcast.net>
Message-ID: <20040909173918.20734.qmail@web40507.mail.yahoo.com>

jenarey@comcast.net wrote:
> Sullivan smiled at her. 
> "Thank you for the offer. We can use extra hands tonight. Since you're 
> volunteering, it's you're own call. You can join Gabe and Meg or one of the others, or stay here and helped out in the infirmary. I won't prescribe." 
>Natalia glanced towards Gabe and Meg with a faint smile. "If the two of you don't mind, I'd rather get out and about. I know the Infirmary much better than I ever intended to at this point already."<

Jessie nodded.  "You've done more than your share keeping us all up and running.  We'll just have to try traditional medicine for tonight."  She smiled at the healer.

"Works for me," Meg said.  "Once we hit the clubs, though, you may wish you'd stayed here."  She gave Natalia a friendly grin.

Tag Natalia

From ajventer at gmail.com  Thu Sep  9 19:12:07 2004
From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Tags EVERYBODY
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References: <200409090838.15965.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
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 >>Sullivan sighed.
> "And if you're out there - whose going to handle the phones here ? What if we
> get an emergency call tonight and nobody answers ? "
> He thought for a moment,
> "Mind you, I'm not sure keeping you here will improve that.... very well, but
> you're not going out alone.... and if I leave Sal here on her own that will
> be another disaster..."
> He stood thoughtfull for a moment, he would never admit it, but he had a
> massive soft spot for the pixie, and he knew her to be virtually
> indestructible which was why he often indulged her.
> "You and Sal go together, these days the only thing worse than you two
> together is you two apart. But I'm not ordering anybody to take you and you
> can't go by yourselves. If one of the squad leaders here is willing to put up
> with the two of you, you can go with - and you follow their orders to the
> letter."
> 
> Sal thought about the concept in front of her. A boring night trapped in HQ
> with the phones, or out for some action with Wendy on patrol. Following
> orders suddenly seemed not so bad... it was a dog thing anyway.
> "Yeah, sounds cool. "
> 
> Sullivan looked around the room.
> "Anybody up for showing these rookies the ropes ?"
> 
> Sal snapped up
> "There's ropes involved... kinky."<<
> 
> "Oh, boy, oh boy, ohboyohboyohboy!" Wendy chanted, zipping around Sal's head.  "Patrol and kinkiness!  What fun!"
> 
> Meg rolled her eyes.  She hesitated taking this pair along.  Still, two noses might be better than one, and they needed to find that werewolf before he killed again -- or before the Newlander boy found him.  Besides, there was no way she was chancing this little tramp being alone with Callum after what had happened earlier in the week.
> 
> "How's your nose, Sal?  If you can help me track the wolf, I could sure use you.  Captain Luken, what do you think?"
> 
"It's been said that a werewolf can smell a mouse two miles away... I
can fuckin' tell
you what colour it is. Lab's were bred for hunting and retrieving
remember." Sal said
simply.
Then she looked at Gabe.
"So cap, are we in or not ?"
-- 
"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  Thu Sep  9 19:13:52 2004
From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths
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On Thu, 9 Sep 2004 10:30:01 -0700 (PDT), Kathy Perkins
<katperk2001@yahoo.com> wrote:
> "A.J. Venter" <ajventer@direqlearn.org> wrote:
> > Edwards waited for their nods before continuing.
> > "Callum, you and me are heading out b back to that place in the
> > forrest to look for clues. Maybe you can pick up a scent, or we might
> > find somehting usefull."
> >
> >
> > "Before I left, sir," Meg interjected, "I asked the Jersey guys to leave
> > the ambulance and the entire scene as it was. They roped it off, and they
> > had guards posted to steer people away. I think they may even have some
> > teeps and spell-slingers who cast some kind of glamor over the area. You
> > might want to check with them, since some of their lycans might have tried
> > tracking right after the thing went down."
> >
> Edwards nodded. "Thanks for that, we'll follow up on it."
> 
> Meg nodded, then gave Callum a quick kiss before heading over to join Gabe.  "Try not to break him, Captain," she said, grinning and giving Jay a wink.  "Comm me if you need me."
> 
Edwards nodded. It had been a lighthearted remark but he knew all too
well the responsibilities that came with being the officer in charge
now.
"If it comes down to that, he'll be the one who comes back." he said
simply, his face
revealing nothing.

-- 
"You have to be on the side of the underdog.
Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because
he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet.

From jenarey at comcast.net  Thu Sep  9 19:21:43 2004
From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Tags EVERYBODY
Message-ID: <090920041821.4841.41409F370004950C000012E92200745672970A9D0
  E020A06@comcast.net>

Jessie nodded.  "You've done more than your share keeping us all up and running.  
We'll just have to try traditional medicine for tonight."  She smiled at the 
healer.

"Works for me," Meg said.  "Once we hit the clubs, though, you may wish you'd 
stayed here."  She gave Natalia a friendly grin.

"Mmm..."  Natalia shrugged with a faint answering smile.  "Doubtful.  I've seen clubs before...nearly two centuries worth of clubs, they're all the same in the end."

> > "How's your nose, Sal?  If you can help me track the wolf, I could sure use 
> you.  Captain Luken, what do you think?"
 
> "It's been said that a werewolf can smell a mouse two miles away... I can fuckin' tell you what colour it is. Lab's were bred for hunting and retrieving remember." Sal said simply. Then she looked at Gabe. "So cap, are we in or not ?"

Natalia glanced at Gabe, not entirely certain of this particular step.  Though...everyone had to start as a rookie somewhere.  If they were good they'd do fine, if they weren't they'd be killed.  Either way it addressed the issue rather solidly.

From jenarey at comcast.net  Thu Sep  9 19:44:42 2004
From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance
Message-ID: <090920041844.17520.4140A49900059637000044702200750744970A9D
  0E020A06@comcast.net>

She considered the options for a moment.  "It may very well take some of both for us to cover as much territory as the Bronx represents.  Without a specific goal..."  She shook her head, the thick braid playing over the nape of her neck.  "It's harder."

"So we start where trouble is most likely. I want to drop by the former location of the Peacefull Sleep as well. I would love to get back on that bitch's trail, we owe her..."

Marie nodded, rising to her feet.  It was rather nice that unlike many of the couples she got to stick with the person she wanted to be with anyway.  She'd been worried that the Commander wouldn't look kindly on Morgan after the issues at the motel.  It was true that Morgan had been a bit rash...and then blasted both friends and enemies, but she'd seen others do more or less the same or worse.  "We do indeed, and the Peaceful Sleep is as good of a place to start as any."

From ajventer at gmail.com  Thu Sep  9 21:26:40 2004
From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Miranda]
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References: <-5904294831818087500@unknownmsgid>
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> Marie nodded, rising to her feet.  It was rather nice that unlike many of the couples she got to stick with the person she wanted to be with anyway.  She'd been worried that the Commander wouldn't look kindly on Morgan after the issues at the motel.  It was true that Morgan had been a bit rash...and then blasted both friends and enemies, but she'd seen others do more or less the same or worse.  "We do indeed, and the Peaceful Sleep is as good of a place to start as any."

Having made their choice, they got up and headed out. 
As they walked through the lobby toward the basement, they heard the buzzer go.

Marie used her card and opened the door, as it slid open, they were
surprized to look at
nothing. Morgan was already moving, he pushed Marie behind him and
rushed toward the door. "There's something there, I can sense it." he
called back as he sprinted.

As he ran he tried to do a quick probe on the mind in front of him, it
was human, female, young and scared. He came to a stop. That didn't
describe something very threatening.
But he wasn't fully convinced, it takes a powerful magician to fool a
telepath - then again it takes a powerful magician to cast an
invisibility spell. He couldn't be sure of his probe,
but he couldn't just strike either...
His eyes pinned on the spot where his brain assured him the person was
still standing, a place which obstinately refused to contain a person,
he spoke softly but sternly.
"Who are you ? I know you're there, show yourself... cos I cannot
think of a single
good excuse to come to this place invisible."
There was no audible response but the sens of fear grew a bit.
"Fuck this." he mumbled, and entered the mind fully, listening for
thoughts, now he
spoke straight into it, but he made an effort to also say the words,
so Marie could hear.
"I said who are you. You cannot lie to me in your own head, so don't
try, it won't be good for you."

tag Marie, Miranda.


-- 
"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 queenortart at gmail.com  Fri Sep 10 00:32:22 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Miranda]
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> Having made their choice, they got up and headed out.
> As they walked through the lobby toward the basement, they heard the buzzer go.
> 
> Marie used her card and opened the door, as it slid open, they were
> surprized to look at
> nothing. Morgan was already moving, he pushed Marie behind him and
> rushed toward the door. "There's something there, I can sense it." he
> called back as he sprinted.
> 
> As he ran he tried to do a quick probe on the mind in front of him, it
> was human, female, young and scared. He came to a stop. That didn't
> describe something very threatening.
> But he wasn't fully convinced, it takes a powerful magician to fool a
> telepath - then again it takes a powerful magician to cast an
> invisibility spell. He couldn't be sure of his probe,
> but he couldn't just strike either...
> His eyes pinned on the spot where his brain assured him the person was
> still standing, a place which obstinately refused to contain a person,
> he spoke softly but sternly.
> "Who are you ? I know you're there, show yourself... cos I cannot
> think of a single
> good excuse to come to this place invisible."
> There was no audible response but the sens of fear grew a bit.
> "Fuck this." he mumbled, and entered the mind fully, listening for
> thoughts, now he
> spoke straight into it, but he made an effort to also say the words,
> so Marie could hear.
> "I said who are you. You cannot lie to me in your own head, so don't
> try, it won't be good for you."

Miranda was really scared now - there was a voice in her head - and
there was no way that could be good. She had seen people enthralled
back at the club, but that had been when one of the vampires had been
staring into a person's eyes, and she wondered if it was like that.
However she had come here looking for help. What had she got to lose,
in comparision to going back to the Masquerade.

"I'm Miranda Green, I need help, and I'm cold and tired and my feet
hurt, and I don't know if anyone can see me"

OOC - I think it should be wearing off by now, but hey let's run with this.

From queenortart at gmail.com  Fri Sep 10 00:37:24 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Sick Visiting Terry and Joy JP Time line Wed after back in the
 real world
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d0409091637386ea9c9@mail.gmail.com>

Joy's heart was full of trepidation, she felt awful about how she'd
behaved to Terry last time they were together, in the car, outside the
motel.

She knew there had been extenuating circumstances, she'd had a whole
raft of emotions thrown up. Jonathon had been screaming at the other
end of her phone, she'd been terrified about the situation they were
going into, but if she was honest about it the real issue had been
that her own reaction to Jethro had scared her immensely. Terry had
had the brunt of that, without justification, and it was important to
her to apologise.

She had very mixed feelings now about everything and especially
Jethro, but he'd persuaded her to stay. Before she'd scared herself
talking to Terry they had got on really well, she wanted to try and
sort things out, she wondered if they could be friends, and how that
would be.

"Erm, hello, how are you feeling now...?" she was blushing furiously,
and resisted an urge to rub her foot up and down the back of her leg.

Terry smiled weakly. "Better. Still really weak, though. I...I still
don't really know what happened. One minute I was going to go into the
motel, to see if I could at least pull out wounded, then..."

She sighed and rested her head back on her pillow. "I could feel pain.
Emotional, physical, psychological... and none of it was mine. It was
so horrible! I couldn't stop it, or block it out. All I could do was
curl up in a little ball inside my own head and hide. Sounds dumb, I
guess...."

"It doesn't sound dumb at all to me." Joy gestured at the bed, and as
Terry nodded she sat down on the edge. "I've spent a ridiculous amount
of time curled up in a ball inside my head, I have a very good idea of
what that's like."

She was doing it again, like a tap with a broken washer, information
just dripping out of her.

"Everyone else seems to have felt something, I have no idea why I
didn't. Maybe I was too focused on trying to get to Jonathon, to stop
him screaming, to let it get into my head." she shrugged.

"Erm, you remember when we were in the car... on the way to the motel...?"

"A little." Terry smiled. "I remember I said something that must have
made you uncomfortable. I'm sorry for that. I think I misled you a
bit. I'm no mindreader. Far from it, according to Morganis. He says
that I'm an empath. I can pick up on people's feelings, but not what's
causing them. Like, in the car, I could tell you were really happy
about something. Commander Sullivan was, too. I knew you'd been up to
see him, so I just sort of assumed...well, it's not my place to assume
anything, and I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"I'm sorry. I was dreadfully rude to you. I just... I didn't want
anyone to know about it, just then, because I didn't know what it was,
and I kind of told you a lot more than I should have done. There's
something about you and Jethro that makes me want to tell you things.
I don't know why. And I guess I'm just not used to telling people
things. I got spooked, and I kinda want to run away when that happens.
But I shouldn't have taken that out on you. I'm really sorry."

Joy looked pretty sheepishly at Terry. 

"I agreed with Jethro that he and I would start by being friends.
Maybe... I... I wonder if we could be friends too?"

"I'd like that a lot." Terry took Joy's hands. "Your secret is safe
with me. It was just so nice to feel the commander...well, to feel him
really, truly happy. I don't think I've sensed that emotion from him
in all the years I've known him. If you did that for him, then I'm
grateful to you. You both deserve to be happy."

Joy blushed a little, and squeezed Terry's hands. "Thanks, me too, I
don't really have many friends, it would mean a lot to me. And I hope
I can make him happy, I hope I can let him make me happy. I'm trying,
but I'm not really used to it. And I er don't think it's a secret
anymore. I erm... at the motel, I got shot and then I fell over and
one of my ribs punctured my lung and he had to take me downstairs to
the infirmary, to Natalia, and erm" the colour on her cheeks
intensified "we didn't have anything on, and oh Terry, everyone must
have seen us." There were waves of embarrassment coming off her now.

Terry took her hand.  "I know that must be tough for you.  But don't
worry.  People here aren't judgemental about that kind of thing. 
Maybe surprised, since the commander...well, we never thought he'd
love anyone again.  Don't feel bad, or embarrassed.  I think everyone
around here has seen everyone else naked at one point or another.  One
of the hazards of the job.  People tend to get hurt a lot."

Joy looked hard at Terry, an undercurrent of fear running inside her.
No that wasn't what this was, he cared about her, that was what was
going on. He'd never used the L word, it wasn't that. She was safe, it
was okay.

Terry sat up a little. "Boy, that was an effort! So, what are you
going to do now? Stay here, I hope?"

Joy tried to help her and then sat back and smiled at her, "Yeah, I'm
staying, at least for the moment. Oh except I'm going to
Charlottesville on Sunday, for a day or so. You remember I told you
I'd finished my PhD, and I was just waiting for the result, well I've
got to go up before a panel and defend it on Monday morning." She let
out a long sigh, "I hope it'll be okay, it's been more than five years
of my life, I don't want to screw this last bit up."

"Good luck," Terry said.  "I know you'll do well.  Could you use some
company?  I think I could do with a change of scenery.  It'd be nice
to see some countryside, after being cooped up in my own head and this
infirmary.  If not, that's ok."

Joy smiled broadly, "That would be great." she was a little suprised,
after how horrible she'd been Terry wanted to spend time with her.
This was a bit weird, but she guessed this was what having friends was
about. Cool.

"The plan is to go Sunday, Jethro said he'd pay for a flight for me,
so that I could go in the afternoon, rather than spending the whole
day driving, and being exhausted when I get there." She didn't mention
anything about him not wanting her to be away for too long, things
seemed to go a lot better when they didn't spend too much time apart.
She wasn't very good at holding on to the positive things that he made
her feel without physical proximity, and constant reminders. "I think
we can probably get a flight to Washington and then connect there to
Charlottesville."

She looked down at her hands. 

"Erm, I don't know how long it's going to take at the Uni, I guess a
couple of hours, but I'd quite like to get a manicure and do some
clothes shopping, I'd erm... I'd like some nice things to wear." she
looked dreadfully embarrased now, wondering if Terry would work out
what she meant, she wanted to look pretty for Jethro, and for the
first time since she was a
teenager she'd be able to wear something that didn't cover her arms. 

"There's quite a good mall downtown with lots of shops. Would you like
to go there together?"

"I could use some new clothes myself," Terry said.  "We still need to
find you some good leathers, to replace the ones we had to cut off
you.  You want to hit the big stores, Bloomies, Macy's?  Or are small
boutiques more your style?  I can hook us up with either."

"Er I don't know, I tend to just buy things as I go along, from the
supermarket or whatever. I've got one good suit for interviews and
things like that, I'll wear that on Monday, and I've got jeans and
T-shirts and stuff, we didn't really have to wear anything special at
work. I don't really have a style, I've never really worried about it,
and I've not really had any money for shopping, I had to pay my
college debts and I spent every penny I had saved up on weapons
after..."She stopped suddenly and thought for a second. "I'm open to
suggestion. I'd like some nice underwear, and maybe a dress or
something? Are we still going out clubbing?"

"Not tonight, I don't think," Terry said. "Morgan said I'd still be a
little...sensitive. All those emotions in one place might be too much
for me. Maybe tomorrow, though. I do need to take you to all the best
clubs. We can hit some of the trendy places in Soho, for shopping and
clubbing. We'll get you fixed up in style."

"Sorry - didn't meant until after I've, we've been to Charlottesville.
I've got 120,000 words to read before Monday. I wrote them all, but
you know it really doesn't feel like it. I look at sentences and I
know I must have written them, but I can't remember doing it."

She looked at her watch, reminded of the time slipping away, and
squeezed Terry's hand again.

"I should get back to it, and you should have some more rest. I'll
talk to Jethro about the plane tickets and all that, and I'll erm
start a shopping list..."

She stood up, and walked towards the door. 

"Thanks Terry. It's really great to have you as a friend." 

"I feel the same way.  You should take a break before we leave,
though.  We need to do some shopping for you before we go.  Don't work
too hard."

"We'll see" she replied, smiling and slipped out of the infirmary door. 

-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From queenortart at gmail.com  Fri Sep 10 00:40:48 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Office Space JP Joy and Ratso - Wed pm after visiting Terry
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d040909164030556afb@mail.gmail.com>

Joy went in search of Rizzoli, to sort out her working space. 

"Hello, I'm Joy Grace, erm, you're Corporal Rizzoli right?" 

She held out her hand to shake his. 

"Apparently you should know about me already, the Commander told me to
come and talk to you about an office space, and whatever else I need
to have. I've got a room upstairs, and I've got a key for that but I'm
not sure what else I need off you?"

Ratso scratched his head. "Office, huh?" he said with a grin. "Let's
see what we got. What kinda space do ya need? Do ya need hookups for
experiments, dat kinda ting?"

"Er I'm not sure, I'm going to be working in the detection division,
and I know I'll be doing whatever analysis is needed if I can, but I
don't know what there is already? If there's lab space I'll use that.
I need the biggest desk you've got and a computer. Erm and I need to
start work as soon as I can. Got a lot of reading to do in the next
couple of days. But whatever's the least bother really. "

"I tink I got just da spot." Ratso led her back to the infirmary and
through the main area. There was a small office for Jessie, then a
lab, then another room with a biological hood inside. Next to that
was another small room.

"Dis was supposed ta be a storage room, but we never needed to store
anyting in it. It's small, but we can get ona dem tings where you
close up da computer in dere when you're not usin' it. It'll take
time ta string da cables ta hook ya inta da T3 line. If ya need a
computer now, dere's a couplea rooms in da computer lab wit doors. Ya
could woik an read in dere. Den ya can use dis once we get it fixed
up for ya."

"This would be great" she smiled broadly at him. "I don't need a huge
space, just a big desk if you've got one, I do tend to spread out a
lot. The computer lab would be fine for a couple of days, I'll move in
here whenever you're ready. So do you sort me out a login and all that
stuff?

"Yeah. Tell ya what. Let's go ta da security desk. It's just down
da hall here. We can get ya a key card first, so ya can get in an
out, den I can set up da passwoid once we get ya set in da computer
room. After da badge, though, we can go down ta da storeroom, an you
can see if we got anyting ya like down dere. Furniture an stuff like
dat, dat is. Are ya keepin' yer apartment, or are ya movin' in here?"

"I've moved in, I've got a room across from Jessie, which is so much
nicer than the apartment I was in, it was really horrible, I'm so
pleased to be rid of it, but there's one problem, I've nowhere to sit,
I could really do with a chair."

Once the security things were done, they went down into the basement
and she chose the biggest desk there was, with an office chair, and a
filing cabinet. There was no space in her little office for anything
else. Then she picked out a desk, chair and a small sofa for her room,
and a couple of small table lamps, one for the office and one for her
room. She was pathetically pleased to have them, and to have a space
that was her own.

"Thank you so much, I'm very pleased with all that! When would it be
convenient for you to get the office set up? I don't want to be a
pain."

"I'll get soma da boys ta move da stuff up dere taday, da your room an
da office. Should be ready later taday. Dat be ok?"

"That's great, absolutely great!" she beemed at him. "So can you sort
me out in the computer room then for now, then I'll go get my stuff?"

"Sure, let's go!"  Ratso escorted Joy to the computer room.  "My
favorite place.  I laid the cable myself."  There was a hint of pride
in his voice.  "Study rooms are dis way."

He took her to the back of the room, where there were three
glass-enclosed rooms.  "No privacy, but plenty of room ta woik.  An
soundproof, too, so outside noise won't disturb ya, an ya can read out
loud if ya need to."  Joy could see the large desk and two chairs in
each room in addition to the monitor and keyboard.

"Da computers don't have dere own boxes.  Each one's hooked inta da
mainframe.  Everyting's backed up each night, so ya shouldn't lose
nuttin.  Dere is a CD writer in da wall, though, in case ya want yer
own copy."  He pointed out the slot, tucked discretely behind the
desk.  "So, which room ya want?  We'll mark it reserved, an we can
hook it into yer keycard sos you're da only one dat can go in."


She smiled like a cheshire cat. "Perfect, I couldn't ask for anything
more than that. Oh except, is there a USB Port for my stick?"

Ratso sniffed as if insulted that she would even ask such a question. 
"Right dere, by da CD-R drivah.  Ok, so...we got your keycard, an your
office, an a spot for ya ta use til da office is ready, an furniture
for da office an room.  Da furniture'll be in by tonight, an I'll lay
da cable tomorrah.  Your room's hooked up like da library, but ya can
hook a box up dere, sos ya can use your own system.  Anyting else? 
Show me which room ya want, an I'll set up your access an passwoid. 
Once ya log on, ya can change it."

There were three closed rooms all in a row, but they were the same in
every other way.

Joy looked down at her feet for a second, wondering how she'd been
such an idiot, he'd already asked that question and she'd not answered
it.  "Erm I don't mind - that one I guess" she said pointing to the
one on the left hand side.

"Ok, den."  Ratso led her into the room.  He swiped her key card
through the reader at the lock and punched a few buttons on the
keypad.  A little neon "reserved" sign lit up in the window.  "When ya
leave, just close da door, an nobody'll be able to get in but you. 
Oh, I almost forgot!"

He handed her a little button-looking device.  "Dis is your comm link.
 Just press da center when ya wanna talk.  I got it activated, so we
can track ya wherever ya are.  When ya release, ya can hear.  Just
keep it wit ya, in a pocket, or pinned to yer clothes.  I tink somma
da ladies got it on a chain, like a necklace."

While he explained the workings of the comm link, he had been starting
up the computer in the room and typing furiously.  "Ok, you're ready
ta go.  I got ya access ta all but da most sensitive stuff.  Ya can do
reads on employee files, but ya can't do edits.  Ya can check any
reports dat got filed, and ya got internet access.  Plus, all our
library is on-line.  Lotsa good stuff dere, an da doc's addin' to it
alla time.  I got ya pulled up ta da place where ya put in your new
password.  Hasta be eight letters or numbers, any combo, an ya gotta
change it every two months.  I tink dat's all.  Ya got anyting else ya
need from me?  If ya tink a sumtin later, Ya can call me on da comm,
or use da in-house phone over dere."  He gestured to a phone on the
edge of the desk.  "Push 2 ta reach me."

"Thanks very very much" she said, and left to get her stuff from upstairs 

-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From queenortart at gmail.com  Fri Sep 10 00:41:54 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Coffee Break - Solo Joy and Jonathon Wed pm
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d040909164137c58eca@mail.gmail.com>

OOC This is after the Terry conversation, and she's done some work.

Joy needed coffee badly, but more than that she needed to not be sat
here for a minute longer. Her bottom felt like it was welded to the
chair.

She couldn't say this was her best work. Maybe if she hadn't
considered the play this design was for to be the most turgid and
pointless dramatic event in history it would be going more smoothly.
No that wasn't true actually.  Some of the experimental drama done by
the university student drama company (lower case letters all chosen
deliberately) had been even worse. There was one which stood out, "the
trials of jocasta" involving humming, beating themselves with birch
twigs and hissing "jocasta's dead foetus" through clenched teeth. The
first night they had been 12 people in the audience, all press ganged
into coming by their friends. The second night the house had been
completely empty, but the director had still insisted on going ahead.
She'd sat in the lighting box and pressed the buttons and cued the
music, but her heart hadn't been in it unsuprisingly and fortunately
there had never been a third night.

This epic drama promised to have an equally poor turn out on the
attendee front. Thankfully she wasn't going to have to sit there every
night and press the buttons. Some other sucker could do that. She had
plenty of her own dramas to worry about.

All she had left to do was the final scene, and a cross check over the
lighting rig to make sure nothing was missed out.

It could wait for 20 minutes whilst she had an expresso; pure
unadulterated caffeine. Oh that sounded good. She walked down towards
the diner.

Jonathon had waited the agreed half hour back at the flat, looking at
his watch every minute or so, desperate for the time to go, he used
the time to strip the sheets from the bed and pushed them into a
laundry bag with the towels.

He had no idea what he was going to say to Joy. How the hell had he not realised
how he felt before? He remembered her puppy dog eyes, and the look in
them when he'd screwed her. He was bitterly ashamed of his behaviour,
but she shouldn't have used him like that, she shouldn't have just
left like that. If she'd given him the slightest sign that this meant
more to her than a roll in the hay he'd have known earlier, been able
to let her know what she meant to him, then she'd not have run off
like that, not have had to take up with some vampire. What the hell
was she doing with this Sullivan? Well he was just going to have to
change her mind, make her realise that he loved her, make her love him
back.

He got let back in by security, they weren't immediately about to let
him, but he'd explained about last night, told them he'd left with
Rebecca, and that he was due to see Sullivan at some point. They'd
checked his ID, and someone had escorted him to the diner to wait for
someone to come and join him.

Joy came in and went to the counter where she asked for a double
expresso. She looked round waiting for it to be made and saw Jonathon
and blushed furiously.

Once handed the coffee, she walked over to his table, carrying it, and sat down
carefully across the table from him.

Play it cool, don't rush her, don't scare her, in fact don't say
anything, just be nice to her, he told himself.

"Hello, how are you feeling now? How is your hand?" she didn't like
the way he was looking up at her quite so attentively.

"It's okay, still a bit tender, but seems to be working okay. I'm not
sure who the doctor I saw was, but she did something to it and I can
hardly see anything on it, I was pretty much out of it at the time,
they gave me some serious painkillers." He flexed it in front of her.
"It looked a lot worse at the warehouse than it was, obviously."

"I'm so so sorry that all happened, I didn't know that the Posse would
take you, that they would torture you. I didn't know you were going to
go scouting round them. I should have warned you not to get mixed up
with them, not to take any risks with them. I thought you realised how
dangerous they were?"

"I did, I do" Jonathon looked at her his eyes filled with forgiveness,
and pathetic-ness resembling if not a puppy dog, at least a small
marmoset or something similar, designed to create the maximum ooooh
factor in the casual observer, like Linna Yamazaki or one of the other
cute anime girls.

"I chose to do that, to try and find out more for you. It's not your fault."

He reached across and took her hand, and she tried not to flinch away from him.

"I would have done it for you anyway; I want to make you happy. I knew
that finding out what I could about the Posse would help. I know you
want to do something about them, but you need to stay away from them,
they mean business. They are ridiculously well armed. I don't want
anything to happen to you Joy, and if you continue investigating them
then you're going to get yourself killed. Please don't let that
happen. I need you Joy. Give me a chance to prove that."

It was so like what Jethro had said to her, but said so differently.
She felt repugnance wash across her. She wanted to slap him, but she
owed him big time, she fought a wave of nausea. She drew her hand
back, resisting the urge to wipe it on her jeans.

"I've found people here who can help me now..."

"What that Vampire? What the hell are you doing with him Joy?" He interrupted.

"With Jethro? It's simple, he's my friend, I care about him, he cares
about me, we make each other happy." She knew it was true, and she
smiled at him with the pleasure of announcing it to someone else,
pushing down all the niggles inside her about what happy mean for now.

"I can make you happy. I can Joy, and I'm human at least. I don't
drink other people's blood; I don't prey on human beings. How do you
know he's not going to turn over and bite your neck in the middle of
the night?"

"He follows the Covenant, he runs this place. The Guardians; enforcing
it. Do you know where you are Jonathon? Do you understand what this
place stands for?"

"I've read the stuff yeah, I wrote an article about them, but it was
slashed to bits by my editor." he looked really pissed about it. "But
what's this got to do with you Joy, you're human, or are you going to
get turned by one of them? You really don't want to be furry or a
blood drinker do you?"

"I'm not planning for either of those things to happen. But you know
about my brother being killed. He was a lycan, and he was still my
brother, I still loved him, he didn't deserve to be killed by the
Posse, he was just a kid that something happened to. Imagine all those
other people they are killing, they're all someone's brother, or son,
or something. I can't stand back and just watch that happen."

She avoided mentioning that she hadn't known, that he hadn't told her.
Jonathon didn't need to know that, and if he had told her, she
wouldn't have cared about it. She wouldn't have been thrilled, but it
wouldn't have stopped her loving him.

Jonathon's face was a picture.

"I'd never thought about it like that." he paused "But that doesn't
stop you putting yourself into horrible danger, if you try to cross
them. You don't want to get in their way sweetheart. Is there nothing
I can do to dissuade you from this?"

"No, I have to do what's right, for Zak."

"Well I can't just stand back and wait for them to catch up with you,
I'll help you, I've got some scores of my own to settle now you know.
How do I sign up?"

She looked at him suspiciously, her anxiety levels rising exponentially.

"You can't be serious?"

"I am deathly serious Joy, have you been tortured? Have you been
convinced that every breath might be your last, that someone is on the
verge of killing you? That there's nothing you can do to stop them,
that you're completely powerless?"

She looked down at his hand, her adrenaline now at the fight or flight
levels. She fought it, the battle happening in her stomach, with none
of the people there who had hurt her, she couldn't attack them.

"Yes." She couldn't say more, too frightened of what might spill out
if she started to speak.

She grabbed her cup and drank some coffee, or tried to, choking on it.
He quickly got up and came round the table, patting her on the back,
rubbing her gently, and as she continued coughing went to get her a
drink of water. She was so vulnerable, she needed his help, and it
would give him chance to show her he was serious about her. He'd held
back from criticising Jethro, knowing it was likely to antagonise her.
He would be happy to take it slowly, helping her, winning her trust.
Then he'd see what happened next.

"I just want to stop you getting hurt, being killed."

Joy didn't know what to think. He deserved his chance at the Posse,
the same as she did. She knew that she could resist his advances; the
chances of them getting together were non existent. She shouldn't be
petty and stop him. Could she work with him? She thought of Zak and
why it was important that she did something about the vigilantes, and
knew that concentrating on him would give her the strength that she
needed to do whatever was necessary. She was a big girl now, she
didn't have to worry about Jonathon, she had Jethro.

"Do you want me to talk to the Commander; see what he says?"

"Thanks, that would be terrific, tell him I'm serious" he replied fervently.

"Okay, stay here and I'll see if he's in his office"

-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From queenortart at gmail.com  Fri Sep 10 00:43:30 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Jono and Jethro shoot the breeze Wed pm -direct after Coffee
 Break
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d04090916436e83c929@mail.gmail.com>

Joy knocked on the commander's door softly, part of her hoping he
wasn't there, part of her wanting to get this over with, so she could
get her head round how things were going to be.

"Come in" came Jethro's voice from inside.

"Commander" she wanted to make it very clear that this was a
professional conversation, "Could I talk to you about Jonathon?"

He motioned her to sit. He had caught the hint in the use of his rank
and seeing the sense of it, went with it as well. "Certainly
lieutenant, please take a seat."

She sat down, looking a little uncomfortable, wondering where to start.

"I've just been talking to him, and he wants revenge on the Posse, for
torturing him, and you know I can understand that. It's where a lot of
my motivation comes from. He wants in, and I can't deny him the
opportunity for that. And besides I'm pretty sure he'll do something
alone, or at least with a bunch of his relatives, of which there are
many, if he's not given a chance to do something in a legitimate way.
I can see a bloodbath developing."

She sighed deeply.

"I'm worried about his motives, I'm pretty sure that he's trying to do
this in part to get me into his good books and ultimately into his
bed, but I know there's a snowball's chance in hell of that happening.
I don't know how he felt about vampires and lycans before - he seemed
pretty prejudiced against you, but I think there were other reasons
for that. I think I managed to get through to him that everyone no
matter if they're changed has rights. You know I wouldn't have chosen
for Zak to be changed, and I certainly never considered that I would
become personally involved with a vampire, but if I can make such a
leap, then I guess other people can as well.   I think you should at
least talk to him."

"Talking to him is not a problem." Jethro said simply.

"Other things however might be. The first being can you work with him?
Then comes where do I actually fit him in? He has no combat skills so
that's out of the question, he may be a good investigator -
journalists often are - but that could only work if the two of you can
have a completely impersonal work relationship - something I might add
he is less likely than you of achieving, and somehow I don't see him
taking a desk job. What would you suggest lieutenant?"

"I'm not sure I want to share a desk with him, and I wouldn't be
jumping up and down to say 'Oh please employ him', but I can't be so
petty as to stop him having a chance to lay his own ghosts, just
because he's got some feelings for me."

She looked directly at him, into his eyes then.

"I've had more than thirteen years of practise at impersonal
relationships, I think I can manage to control myself, but I don't
know about him. You'll have to ask him. I'm very used to looking after
myself, and if he can't be sensible then I am more than capable of
slapping him down."

She looked at him, with a puzzled expression, a frown across her brow.

"Is there some compromise that's feasible? Something to stop him going
off on his own and doing something about them, but would mean he's not
actually here 24 hours a day. I don't want him to go and get himself
killed fighting them, I mean I was the one who got him started on all
this, and he's obviously more than capable of behaving like a complete
jerk."

"Possibly, we may recommend that he works as an outside agent, keep
his current job - which has the advantage of their connections and
infrastructure... and then feed us information, and assist us in
emergencies... if he'll settle for that. I think something along those
lines may be the wisest, let me talk to him and find out how he feels,
then I'll try to come up with the best solution all round."

"Thank you, I appreciate it. I'll go and get him." She touched the
ends of her fingers against his very briefly, then stood up. "Thanks"
she repeated. she wanted to go round the desk and kiss his cheek, but
she knew she was pushing it already.

She left the office and went back to the diner to get Jonathon.

"I've told him, and he'll talk to you now"

"Thanks" Jonathon looked like he was going to hug her, and she drew
away from him.

"I'll take you up."

When they reached the level with Jethro's office she pointed at the
computer room.

"I'll be in there afterwards if you want to come and find me?"

She knocked on the door, and when Jethro replied gestured Jonathon in.
She ran away to her working space, and settled back down to the
designs trying hard to concentrate.

Jethro motioned the man to sit down then leaned forward, steepling his
fingers in front of him. His face was stern, but not unkind.

"The Lieutenant tells me you would like to join our quest. Could you
tell me why ?"

"First of all Mr Sullivan, can I thank you for your assistance, for
getting me away from those extremists. I thought I was toast out
there.  I'm very grateful to you."

He leant forwards putting his elbows on the desk, interlocking his fingers.

"I'll not waste your time, I want to do something about them. They
tried to kill me, and I want them dealt with. I think you can help,
and as importantly I can help you. I have an immense network of
contacts in this city, there is little that goes on that I won't get
to hear about, if I put the word out. I can make sure you get to hear
about it, but what I want in return is a position here, and my
opportunity to take them down.  You know that Joy's going to get
herself killed by them if they're not stopped and I have no interest
in letting that happen."

Sullivan looked intently at him.

"The Guardians don't exist to help people get revenge. We are
protectors of the peace, and servants of justice. Sometimes justice
overlaps somebody's revenge, as in your case, but merely wanting
revenge on someone isn't the right kind of motivation."

He tapped his steepled forefingers together.

"You're not much good in a fight, so putting you out on patrol would
be a bad idea - for yourself and whoever you partner with."

For another long moment Sullivan stared at him.

"I cannot employ you here, but I also don't think it would be wise to
send you away from here empty handed,  that would not serve my cause,
which is peace. Right now that includes keeping you from going after
them yourself and getting killed."

Again there was the silent moment of appraisal.

"I can offer you something. You can work as an outside consultant to
us. Keep your current job, but feed us such information as is relevant
to our work. In return you come under our protection... and may be
called upon if we are ever short handed."

The last bit was said in a strange tone of voice, it was made very
clear that the choice of words was not random. Sullivan was promising
him he could be there when they went after the posse, but he was being
careful about how the promise was made.

Jonathon caught the tone in his voice, and decided that now was
probably not the time to push his luck. He chose not mention just how
mean and dirty he could fight.

"Consultant seems a suitable compromise, Commander, I believe we can
prove very helpful to each other."

That should work, he could come here and keep an eye on Joy, and play
it very cool, and just be around for her, show her that he was a nice
guy. He could take his time, savour the chase and give her all the
information he could. How could she fail to be impressed with his
charms.

He held out his hand "Shake on it?"

Sullivan stood up and took the proffered hand.

"Just one thing... if you endanger, hurt or even just upset *any* of
my people... any of them... I will personally make sure you wish the
posse *had* killed you. Luckily I have every confidence that the
question will never arise."

"I'm sure that will never need to be an issue, I look forward to a
mutually beneficial arrangement, Commander."

He left the vampire to it and went back across the hallway to the
computer room.


-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From queenortart at gmail.com  Fri Sep 10 00:47:04 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Solo Post Jono and Joy have a lovely chat - Wed PM straight
 after shooting the breeze
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d040909164766579007@mail.gmail.com>

Joy had just finished reading through the final scene, which ended
with the entire cast dead, a pool of blood on the floor and a crashing
crescendo of German Umpah band music. She had no idea why. She shook
her head in incredulity at the awfulness of it all. Would this even
achieve two nights?

She had just begun blocking out the sequences when Jonathon
reappeared. He tapped lightly on the glass, and she got up and opened
the door for him.

He glanced over at the desk and the cardboard box, full of papers,
noticing her bound PhD thesis, confused by her name and the title
embossed on the spine in gold.

"That's yours? I thought you were a theatre technician."

"That just paid some of the rent to get me set up in the city." She
picked it up off the table, and held it in her arms, against her
chest, cradling it like a newborn. "This here is my Baby."

He looked at her in a new light. 

"I've got to go to Charlottesville on Monday," she continued, "and
listen to its school report. Then I've got to stick up for it, and
tell them it's a very well behaved PhD, and it did all its homework
properly." She smiled at him, enjoying a small tinge of pride showing
it off to someone.

He laughed at her, "So if it's bad is it going to get grounded?" 

"Something like that" she grinned back at him, and reluctantly put it
down on the table. "So how did it go?" This light banter actually gave
her hope that they might be able to work together, like a pair of
adults.

"We reached a very equitable compromise. I shall continue to work at
the paper, and let him have any information that comes my way, and in
return he's made it clear that'll I'll be allowed in at the
denouement. So I'll be a frequent visitor. I hope you and I can spend
some time together."

"Jonathon," she said very calmly, trying to sound as friendly about it
as she could, saying nothing that thousands of other women weren't
also saying to a man somewhere. "I would be pleased to be friends with
you. But you must understand that I'm seeing Jethro. I care about him;
I have no intention at the moment of ending my relationship with him.
I just want you to be very clear that there is no possibility of
anything beyond friendship between us."

Jonathon had known she was going to say something along those lines.
It was of no consequence. She could protest all she wanted right now.
The facts of the matter were that he loved her. They were going to be
together, even if it took a long time. The fact she wasn't rolling
over and accepting what he considered inevitable just meant the
project needed time and resources on his part. He would just have to
put in the legwork. She'd used the phrase 'at the moment' so that
didn't rule out some time in the future. He reminded himself to play
it cool, be nice to her.

"I would like more than anything to be your friend. And put the past
where it belongs, in the past." He smiled at her, "shake on it?" If
the vampire could shake, so could she, and besides he longed for some
physical contact between them.

She took his hand, and shook it.  "Yeah, let's try that then." She
shook her head slightly trying hard to clear the image that sprang
into her mind of them in his bed together.

Jonathon knew when to cut his losses and retreat for the day. He took
his leave to go back home and Joy continued working. When she finished
the lighting stuff she enveloped it up and took a cab to deliver it
personally. Then she came back to the building, sat down and picked up
her PhD notes.


-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From ajventer at direqlearn.org  Fri Sep 10 07:48:57 2004
From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Miranda]
In-Reply-To: <ef4c2c6d040909163250b0c580@mail.gmail.com>
References: <-5904294831818087500@unknownmsgid>
  <7f39e5bc040909132664822bf8@mail.gmail.com>
  <ef4c2c6d040909163250b0c580@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <200409100848.59255.ajventer@direqlearn.org>

>
> Miranda was really scared now - there was a voice in her head - and
> there was no way that could be good. She had seen people enthralled
> back at the club, but that had been when one of the vampires had been
> staring into a person's eyes, and she wondered if it was like that.
> However she had come here looking for help. What had she got to lose,
> in comparision to going back to the Masquerade.
>
> "I'm Miranda Green, I need help, and I'm cold and tired and my feet
> hurt, and I don't know if anyone can see me"
>
> OOC - I think it should be wearing off by now, but hey let's run with this.
OOC: After I specifically detoured the one guy who would notice an invisible 
person ? Oh and she CAN see him, he is standing right in the doorway and I 
assume she would have heard him speak normally at first, he just used 
telepathy because he didn't know if she could hear him.

Morganis was taken aback. 
"You don't know that you're invisible ?" 
He shook his head. "Kids today, always messing with stuff they don't 
understand, well I suppose I ought to help you, let me see, geez haven't done 
one of these since I was a kid."
He stood stock still for a moment, his face crumpled up in concentration, then 
began a soft chant. He raised his hands toward her, and pointed in her 
direction. Slowly, her form seemed to reappear, hazilly at first like an 
image projected on fog, then slightly sharper before suddenly, like  a 
television jumping onto a signal she sprang into focus and was fully visible 
in the doorway.

"Gotcha" said the wizard relaxing. He stepped back joining Marie.
"This kind of thing usual around here ?" he whispered to her.

tags
-- 
A.J Venter
Lead Developer, DireqLearn 
082 726 5103
http://www.direqlearn.org
http://www.direqlearn.net/olce
http://silentcoder.blogsite.org

From jenarey at comcast.net  Fri Sep 10 07:56:27 2004
From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Miranda]
Message-ID: <091020040656.4103.4141501B00058B19000010072200735834970A9D0
  E020A06@comcast.net>

> "Gotcha" said the wizard relaxing. He stepped back joining Marie. 
> "This kind of thing usual around here ?" he whispered to her. 
Marie watched as Morgan worked his magic to bring the girl back to visibility.  She smiled faintly and shruged as he asked his question.  "I've been here as long as you have.  Your guess is as good as mine.  I wouldn't have been surprised to see such at home, sooo..."  She looked over at the woman.  "I'm not sure how you could not know you were invisible?  Are you all right?"

From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk  Fri Sep 10 16:01:41 2004
From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Tags EVERYBODY
In-Reply-To: <090920041821.4841.41409F370004950C000012E92200745672970A9D
  0  E020A06@comcast.net>
Message-ID: <20040910150141.39888.qmail@web53104.mail.yahoo.com>

> Natalia glanced at Gabe, not entirely certain of
> this particular step.  Though...everyone had to
> start as a rookie somewhere.  If they were good
> they'd do fine, if they weren't they'd be killed. 
> Either way it addressed the issue rather solidly.

Gabe caught Meg's eye and then nodded at Natalia "I
think if these two can keep focussed on the mission,
then they can tag along." He looked at Sal and then
across to Wendy, "all I ask is that you remember we
are going to be out there with a job to do. It is not
a joy ride and any minute of any day a Guardian on
patrol may find their life in danger. Melodramatic I
know, but true. If you are not willing to trust your
lives to these people, and show these people they can
trust theirs with you, then own up now. Not everyone
can, the bravest admit it before it becomes a
problem."

[tag Wendy & Sal]
[OOC, sorry I haven't been around, the only thing
making work look a doddle has been the rest of my
life! Mik.]


	
	
		
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From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk  Fri Sep 10 16:23:35 2004
From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Miranda]
In-Reply-To: <091020040656.4103.4141501B00058B19000010072200735834970A9D
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 --- jenarey@comcast.net wrote: 
> > "Gotcha" said the wizard relaxing. He stepped back
> joining Marie. 
> > "This kind of thing usual around here ?" he
> whispered to her. 
> Marie watched as Morgan worked his magic to bring
> the girl back to visibility.  She smiled faintly and
> shruged as he asked his question.  "I've been here
> as long as you have.  Your guess is as good as mine.
>  I wouldn't have been surprised to see such at home,
> sooo..."  She looked over at the woman.  "I'm not
> sure how you could not know you were invisible?  Are
> you all right?"

Miranda, looked at the people in front of her. "You
can see me, and hear me properly? I thought I'd
disappeared for ever. Except, except there was this
vagrant on a bench, who seemed to know I was there,
and no-one else did. People have been walking into me,
and standing on me all day. I thought I had
disappeared forever." 

The sense of relief was enormous, and she felt her
head spinning. Her knees buckled under her and she sat
down very suddenly on the ground and put her head
between her knees.  

OOC - Sorry I missed the door opening in the whole
jumping in and out of email on a strange hotel link
thang... Such is life 



	
	
		
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From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk  Fri Sep 10 16:29:30 2004
From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths
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Message-ID: <20040910152930.4544.qmail@web86902.mail.ukl.yahoo.com>

> > Meg nodded, then gave Callum a quick kiss before
> heading over to join Gabe.  "Try not to break him,
> Captain," she said, grinning and giving Jay a wink. 
> "Comm me if you need me."

Callum felt the pressure of her lips and then she was
gone. There were a hundred things he wanted to say to
her right now, mostly revolving around keeping herself
safe, but he'd said most of them already, and she knew
how he felt. Rehashing it now would be pointless.
Instead he blew her a moue of a kiss, and prepared for
the off. 

> Edwards nodded. It had been a lighthearted remark
> but he knew all too
> well the responsibilities that came with being the
> officer in charge
> now.
> "If it comes down to that, he'll be the one who
> comes back." he said
> simply, his face
> revealing nothing.

"I'm not planning on getting broken anytime soon, you
know, none of you can rid of me that easily. We're
both coming back in one piece, without you bleeding
all over the car seats this time I think Captain..." 

Tag Jay 


	
	
		
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From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk  Sun Sep 12 00:09:50 2004
From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] [Flashback] Interview with a Paramedic.
Message-ID: <20040911230950.60045.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com>

Gabe entered his office, seeing the back of Dave who
sat drinking a mug of coffee, a half eaten danish on
the desk before him. Gabe coughed discreetly, years of
need had left him with the habit of moving with a
silent grace that could easily disturb those who
didn't know him and Gabe knew he needed to keep the
paramedic as open to suggestion as possible.

Dave turned, the man before him dressed in a smart
black suit looked too athletic to be in charge,
everyone Dave knew who had managed to raise to a desk
job had expanded their waist to fit the position
within months. "You would be Corporal Luken then?" he
said simply.

Despite his best intentions Gabe could feel the waves
of distrust eminating from Dave as he nodded, "yes, I
am. I trust you have been well looekd after?" he asked
as he took his seat behind the desk.

"Well, everyone here has been alright I guess," Dave
conceded somewhat reluctantly, "but then I guess
they'd have to be after what happened."

"Yes, I have seen a summary report, could you tell me
what you believe happened, I think that would be the
best place to start." Gabe had entered the office
carrying a coffee cup and even before Dave had turned
he had been subtlely working on the upper layers of
the mans perceptions, having decided his tack in
advance from the tone of the report.

"What I believe happened?" Dave retorted hotly, "I
suppose you are going to cover all this up," a little
voice in the back of his head was reminding him that
priority number one was walking out of here alive, but
Dave wasn't listening to it. "I'm not going to let you
sweep my partners death under the table and you'd
better realise that now." He finished.

Gabe allowed himself to look somewhat taken aback by
the outburst, he placed his cup on a coaster and leant
forwards on the desk, "I do not want to sweep anything
under the carpet, I want to see justice done, I am
sorry if you misunderstood me. I was not trying to
suggest that the truth needed bending, just that
sometimes what you think you saw was not always
exactly what happened. Take my coffee cup, what colour
would you say it was?"

Dave looked at it, not really getting Gabes point,
"green," the cup was a deep bottle green, he returned
his eyes to Gabes.

Gabe cocked his head, "really, you see," he slowly
lifted the veil he'd put across Daves perceptions, "I
would have said it was blue, but I can see how it
might look green in the right light."

Dave looked back at the cup, you know, it did look a
bit blue now he thought about it. Uncertainly he
rubbed his eyes and replied, "yeah, well, I guess kind
of bluey green really," he allowed.

Gabe was careful not to smile, "bluey green, yes, that
would describe it I guess. But without thinking about
it, I would have told someone it was blue. I know that
is a facile example compared to what you have been
through already today, but this is a serious incident,
I want to make sure we are both positive what happened
out there." Now he smiled, the uncertainty in Daves
mind had opened up his natural defences sufficiently
for Gabe to get through, it still wouldn't be easy,
but the first step was taken. "Now, Dave, tell me what
you believe happened."

Dave recounted how it had been a quiet night, then the
call out to the mortuary. The state of the two perps
the detective had in custody. How they had stretchered
them out towards the ambulance and first the woman had
freaked, then the man. How he had broken free,
grabbing the detectives gun and shooting Norm dead. He
finished with the ambulance ride from hell and heard
Gabe take a deep breath.

"So, you had been called to attend two people who were
suffering from exposure and wounds?" Gabe asked, Dave
nodded his assent. "And you say they were not in a
good way when you got there. You do not think they
could have been faking that?" Mentally Gabe pushed
buttons and Dave was nodding agreement once more,
"they had been beat up and were suffering pretty
severely with the cold," Dave found himself saying.

Corporal Luken was pleased with the way the
conversation was going. The paramedic was tired,
physically and emotionally, a state most interrogators
worked hard for. The extra pushes Gabe was able to do
mentally were resolving things in Daves mind which
wasn't a bad thing, even if Gabe was choosing the
patternthey resolved in. Now he had to gamble a bit.

"I know it is a hard topic, but tell me about Norm,
had he been working with you long?" Gabe ventured.

"We'd been on the wagons together for years," Dave
replied, "he was a friend as well as a partner."

This was harder, not because there would be nothing to
work with, but because Gabe would be walking the line
between keeping his own people safe and maintaining
this mans memory of his friend unsullied. Gabe forged
on with his plan, "So you must have talked about
pretty much everything then. He did not keep anything
from you?" Gabe was mentally pushing hard, no-one was
completely open. All he had to do was find the break,
the point where Norms behaviour might not seem
completely honest.

Dave's instant reaction was to defend their
friendship, "of course he didn't keep anything from
me. You talk about all sorts of things through the
night." But, Gabe had been probing as well as
listening and had found a spot of insecurity. He
pushed mentally while saying, "of course, I would
imagine it would be stupid to even try and keep
secrets."

Daves expression changed and Gabe cursed himself for
failing to keep his work subtle, but fortunately he
realised he hadn't lost the upper hand as Dave
replied, "well, there was something going on. I think
it was to do with his wife. He'd hinted about there
being some sort of issue but he hadn't come out and
told me what it was. I had asked him, no point in
dancing around the point when you are together for so
many hours." Gabe had hit the jackpot, the floodgates
had opened and he knew all he needed to do was sit and
wait for the right point to get his explanation. Dave
pressed on.

"He wouldn't tell me though, even when I told him I
knew there was something wrong. He could be like that,
insular sometimes, positive that he could find the
solution without needing anyone elses help. Stubborn
really. I guess what ever it was that was happening
with his home life wouldn't have been helped by that
either."

Gabe knew what would work, "so, Dave, when you went
through the pattern of events I do not recall you
mentioning Norm administering an injection to the
injured woman."

Dave faltered for a second, not understanding why the
phrase 'injured woman' struck quite such a guilty
chord within him and shook his head, eyes downcast.

"It was in the report I read though, Dave, and he did
do it, did he not?" Gabe continued. Dave's nod was
almost imperceptable, as was his murmer of agreement.
"And this injection, was it just prior to the womans
apparent narcotic reaction?" Again Dave nodded,
replaying in his head how Norm had suddenly announced
he was injecting her and how Dave should have
questioned him. How that was just before the woman
freaked out and had to be restrained. Dave's lips
moved as he thought and then his voice slowly caught
up with the motion, "Norm must have seen something
that tipped him over, those two, looking out for each
other, they must have triggered thoughts of  his own
relationship. That guy wasn't up to running away, he
wasn't up to doing any more than trying to protect the
woman. Norm had already drugged her and he wasn't
going to stop at that. The guy was trained to spot
this sort of thing and knew he was about to be
restrained too. He did the only thing he could..."
Dave trailed off and tears budded at the corners of
his eyes. It was all Gabe could do to nod agreement,
when the balance had tipped Gabe had been forced to
try and hold Daves mind back from plunging in to the
abyss and the work involved, especially during
daylight when he would normally be fully asleep told.

Taking a big slug of coffee Gabe gave Dave a
sympathetic look, "Dave, we have to look in to all of
this. I will talk to Captain Tolliver and make sure
that this is kept low key, for Norms families sake.
You will have some form filling to do, but it would be
best if you did not fuel speculation. Nobody wants the
public to lose faith in the emergency services."

Dave nodded agreement and inside Gabe felt a wave of
relief, thankful that the situation had played in to
his hands allowing him the best environment to
manipulate the paramedic round. Gabe pushed a button
on his phone, Henderson, can we get a car sorted out
for Dave here, I think he we need to get him home for
some rest," looking back to Dave as he released the
line, "I will make sure your department knows that you
need to be given a few days rest and follow up care.
You have had a hard time tonight and have acted far
beyond the call of duty. Take my card, if you need
anything, give me a call." Gabe passed over a simple
white business card bearing merely his name and a
mobile number.

After Henderson had arrived to show Dave to the car
Gabe left his office. He hoped Natalia had had an
easier time, he wanted to have the time to talk to her
before sleep took over, but he knew once in his own
rooms it wouldn't be long before he had no choice but
to rest.

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From queenortart at gmail.com  Sun Sep 12 00:35:11 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Breakfast - finest meal of the day JP Callum and Gabe takes
 place Wed am
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d040911163585a6aa@mail.gmail.com>

Callum saw Ratso in the hallway and took the opportunity to get his
comms badge. He wasn't going to get cut off without communication
again if he could help it. Gabe was coming out of his office with the
paramedic. He really needed to apologise to Uncle Jethro about the
hash he'd made of the drive back, but he wasn't around. The Corporal
and he had known each other for years, his whole life really, and it
occured to him that talking it over with him would be a good starting
point.

"Erm, have you got a few minutes, I could really use some advice? I
think I screwed up." he asked.

Gabe looked at Callum, the lad looked upset, he knew that Callum had
been sent out on the collection job and he wasn't really a field
operative, "of course you can Callum. I am sure it is not as bad as it
feels. Where do you want to talk, office," he gestured to the room he
had just left, "or somewhere a bit less formal?"

Callum breathed a sign of relief, he was desperate to get it all off
his chest, and before Meg came back preferably."Actually I'm starving,
I went out without any breakfast this morning. Could we go and grab a
bacon sarnie or something, and a cup of tea would be
fandabby-bloody-dozie"

Gabe grinned as he nodded back at the young man, "The diner it is
then, I'm sure Muse can rustle you up something suitable," he was
pretty sure by the smile that whatever that tea was going to be it was
a good thing.

"Aye, let's get down there then. My stomach thinks my throat's been
cut." He walked down the stairs, not saying anything for the moment.

He slumped down at a table, and studied the menu. 

"What's the official line that we're supposed to give to civilians who
ask what we're doing?" he said out of the blue.

Gabe had given the lad his time to think about his next step and had
looked the menu over himself, he looked up at Callum when the question
finally came. "It depends on the situation of the question. If they
know what is out there then it is best to be up front but to make sure
they realise that it is not something the rest of humanity would
understand. Otherwise we normally go for the government being
secretive approach. Ratso also has some police badges that we were
given so that is an option. Is this about the paramedic?" Gabe studied
Callums face to see if his explanation had eased the young mans
worries.

"Aye it is. He asked a lot of questions and I didn't know what to say.
I showed him the police badge, and tried to explain it as being like
the X-Files, but I could tell he didn't believe me, and I had no idea
what else to say... What I was allowed to say." It sounded like he'd
actually done the right thing, from Gabe's explanation. It all just
hadn't felt right, but the more he thought about it the more he
realised that a lot of the problem had been him being distracted
worrying about Meg.

"From what I have read it was a difficult situation. What may seem the
obvious option to one of us may seem completely psychopathic to a
civilian. Fortunately the constant line that seems to be taken that
put Jay in the best possible light meant I was capable of making our
Paramedic see the situation in our favour, even though he does not
really know what happened." Gabe re-assured him. "Sometimes that is
the best we can do."

"I feel like a fishie oot of water here. It's not like being in
Scotland. I feel like I'm in danger of screwing up all the time. I
canna keep control of what's going on, and there seems to be a hell of
a lot going on, all the time. And I'm worried about Meg, I had to
leave her there. I've never had to worry about someone like her
before. How do you deal with that Gabe?"

Natalia. What would it be like to risk her again? Losing her as a
working partner had near destroyed him once, she said she was immortal
now, would be rejuvinated and sent back in to the fray, but would she
remember him, remember where he was. The world was such a big place to
find someone in, if she forgot him, would he ever find her again, even
with eternity to search. Gabe pulled himself out of his thoughts and
looked earnestly at Callum.

"How do you deal with knowing that someone you care for is in danger,
risking their life for other peoples safety? You have to be firm in
your belief in what we are doing Callum. You have to realise that
someone has to stand against the darkness and at the moment those
people are us. If our ideals win through then one day we will be the
norm. Until then we have to work outside the system.

If humanity as a whole knew what was happening they would declare war
on the supernatural and the Earth would become a battleground. You
have seen their reaction to things they do not trust, situations they
feel they have no control over. They would attempt to destroy our
kinds and deep down what sets us apart from humanity is our fighting
instinct, our ability to surrender to the basest animal desires. Our
kind would not simply roll over and give in without a fight.

So what do we do with regards to the big picture? The best that we can
and realise that any number of things can go wrong but if we can stand
up and say we did the best we could then no-one has the right to deny
us that. For the ones we care for? We let them know how important they
are to us when we get the chance, and we let them do what they do best
when they are needed. There is not really any other option." Gabe
realised that he had been lecturing and paused to see let it all sink
in before finishing,

"Callum, you have been immersed in what the Guardians are from the
time you were born, you worry about screwing up because you realise
how important it all is but that doubt is part of the reason you will
do the right thing.  Use your head and do the right thing son, that is
the best any of us can do."

"But how do you let them just get on with it? I remember Mum and Da
going out when I was small, but I had no idea how dangerous it was. I
realise now how sheltered they kept me, I didn't know that they were
risking their lives, well I think I knew but I didn't KNOW if that
makes any sense. I remember now how they used to make sure Rognvald
and I had something to be doing whilst they were out to keep us busy,
and normally only one of them would go, the other would stay behind,
and take us to the pictures, or for a walk or something, if it was
during the day. And then of course I got sent off to school, I think
they must have made every effort not to have to do too much during the
vacs. I don't remember them going out in the field then." He thought
about the night that his Da had asked him for help, and a look of pain
flashed across his face.

"I know they had our best intentions at heart but to go from that to
this. Sitting here waiting for her to come back. I've tried to fill in
some time but my brain keeps going round and round imagining her hurt,
or worse. I'm angry with them both for not preparing me for this. They
must have both been in the position I'm in now, waiting for each
other. Why didn't they tell me it was going to be like this?

I know what we're doing is as important as it gets. I can't imagine
doing any other kind of work, but I've been buried in the library
cataloguing books, what the hell have I been doing? Edinburgh had
bands of pixies making mischief, the odd haunting, not things like
this. Not things that can turn her own gun around on her, point it at
her. I had no idea what to do, how to help, I was so bloody impotent."

He looked down at his clenched hands, wanting them around the throat
of the guy who'd threatened her, but what use would he have been? "I
just want her to come home, I just want to keep her safe." He let out
a long deep sigh.

"Callum, we can not change the past. Your parents did what they
thought was best for you and your brother. There is a fine line
between educating against the dangers and scaring beyond the
capability to live your life. Where that line was drawn was their
choice to make.

As for the here and now. Yes, New York is a lot more active than
Scotland. The whole island has been civilised for so long and the
available land is so restricted that it exists with something of a
status quo. Over here, where civilisation is such a fledgling animal
with fear and brutality simmering just below the surface it is a much
more virulent breeding ground for the nastier, more viscious kind of
supernatural being. Could you imagine a swarm of pixies meeting a
street gang by mistake? They would be ripped to pieces by gunfire
before they had a chance to think."

Callum laughed at the thought of a bunch of little pixies meeting with
a bunch of bloods. "I should think they'll end up pinned out on the
pavement like rats in a disection lesson actually."

"Meg has been living in this environment for all her life. She is a
good operative, well trained, combat experienced. I will not patronise
you by saying she is not in any danger at all, but she is as well
equipped as any of us to face it. More so now she can heal quickly
thanks to her transformation. I am sure any moment now we will get a
radio report from Captain Tolliver saying she is fine and they are
heading back to drop her off at base." Gabe knew that mentioning that
Meg was a lycan now may well trigger new questions, but it was
important that Callum knew his 'gift' to her would make her even more
likely to come out of this intact.

"Aye, I guess, but that's a whole other question. I've changed her
irrevocably, I know Uncle Jethro says it's not a problem, that's it
okay, but it doesn't feel like that to me. I've considered this as a
curse since it happened. I guess it might feel different to me if it
had happened differently, if I'd not been attacked.  If Mum and Da
hadn't been killed by the wolves that did this to me. I want to make a
go of this with the lass, but would I feel like that if she'd not been
changed? If I'd not made her pack? I don't know and that's bloody
difficult to accept Gabe." He looked Luken in the eye.

"I'll never know if I'd feel this way if she was human still.  And
no-one ever told me that I'd end up with another Guardian, although
it's bloody obvious now I think about it. How can any of us hope for a
relationship with anyone else? How can any of us hope for a normal
life? It's like I've got this all just programmed out in front of me,
and I'm not saying I'd change it, but oh I dinnae know what I think
right now Gabe."

"From what I saw of your reaction to Meg in the warehouse, I do not
think you are merely attracted to her because she has been changed."
Gabe held Callum's look, showing his sincerity at the statement.

"Well, I canna deny she is bloody gorgeous. I'd certainly have wanted
to get to know her better." Callum looked rather embarrased.

He waved the menu around, trying to deflect attention away from his
burning cheeks, and one of the waiters came over.

"Can I have a bacon sandwich - cook the bacon rare would you - and a
cup of tea please?"

"Just a mug of spiced blood please," Gabe added.

"Callum, it is not being a Guardian that makes life difficult for us,
it is being different to the rest of humanity. Being a Guardian put
you in the right place to be bitten, but once that had happened it did
not matter what life you were leading, it could never be normal again.
As a Guardian, it would be difficult to find someone who did not know
the truth about the world to fall in love with, but they can be drip
fed the information, or the option is always there to retire. As a
lycan, there is no real option but to find someone whose eyes are
already open to what is truly out there." Gabe smiled ruefully, "I
guess we are then perfect example of the modern phenomenon where most
couples meet each other at work."

Gabe looked up across the restaurant as the waiter returned with their
orders. "Callum, as far as living with what you are goes, you need to
work out how to accept it and live in harmony with yourself. When you
were bitten you were close to death. The blood from the wolf that bit
you was enough to trigger something deep inside you, to awaken some
primeval part of you that was able to heal you, to save your life. But
once that was out of the box it could never be put back. But it is
part of you. You have to accept that and live in accord with it. All
humans have base instincts, some need them unleashed by supernatural
means, with others they are so close to the surface already that they
kill and torture with no need of outside interference. You and I, we
have to live with what has been let out, but we can do that without
succombing to it, without forgetting who and what we are." Gabe gave a
slight shake of his head, "but I am sure you uncle has already told
you that one."

"Oh yeah. Uncle Jethro's made it very clear that's the case." Callum
shook some tomato ketchup onto his sandwich, and took a huge bite.  He
swallowed it whole and took a huge gulp of tea. "Oh, that's good. I
needed that." He took another bite and carried on speaking, too much
to say to wait to chew and swallow. "I know it's true, but I don't
just want to accept that, I don't want there to be this whole bit of
me that's only free because of what those wolves did to me. I didn't
want it to be there in the first place, but I can't change that.  I
also know that I've got to accept it and move on, otherwise this is
going to eat me up from the inside. And regardless of any of that I've
got to be strong for Meg. It's weird. In lots of ways she's so much
stronger than I am, but she's had some bad bad parts of her life, and
she needs someone to be there for her now, she's much more fragile
than she looks, and because of what I did, that needs to be me. And
besides I don't want that to be someone else, I really care about her
regardless of why. I guess when it comes down to it it doesn't matter
why, it's whether I can make it work that's important. And maybe
together we can work on how to deal with the beast. After all I didn't
hurt anyone last night. I kept it under control. I can make this work"
he sounded like he was trying to convince himself rather than Gabe. "I
just wish she was back already, and I knew she was safe. You know when
you work out that you really wanna be with someone, you want that to
start right now, does that make sense?"




-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From queenortart at gmail.com  Sun Sep 12 00:40:29 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Moon over Manhattan 2 - JP Meg, Callum, Gabe - Wed after
 breakfast
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d04091116407d17b94@mail.gmail.com>

Meg talked with the New Jersey Guardians for a little  while. She
updated them on the events at the morgue as she knew them, then let
them know what she thought about the site they were about to
investigate. There were a few werewolves there, so she suggested they
try to track the janitor who'd been driving the ambulance. Then a crew
took her back to Manhattan and Guardian Headquarters.

The minute she hit the door she could smell it. There was another wolf
here, someone who wasn't pack. Young, scared. This needed
investigating. She picked out one familiar scent in the stairwell and
tracked it to the diner.

"Hey, Cal, I'm back."

Callum sprang up from the seat, pushing himself back from the table
and moved swiftly towards her, taking her in his arms, and hugging her
tightly, then kissed her hard. Then he moved back holding her
shoulders, and looked her up and down.

"Are you okay, did he hurt you at all?" 

Seeing Meg arrive Gabe finished the last dregs from his mug, pushing
his chair back as he did so. Dabbing carefully at his lips with a
napkin, more to be sure than out of need, he looked at Callum, "well,
I guess that question is for another time. I will let you and your
partner," he paused, "debrief. Good to see you back Meg, a job well
done from what I hear." With a final nod to the blushing young Scot
Gabe headed for the door.

"Thanks, Gabe," Meg said to the corporal's retreating back.

"Er, yeah, thanks very much Gabe" Callum tossed the words over his
shoulder, before turning his full attention back to Meg,

"I was worried about you Hen. Thank God you're back." 

"Good to be back." Meg smiled, glad to be able to beathe again after
Callum's bear hug. He was stronger than he looked! She'd have to
mention that sometime. "Yeah, I'm good. Just a little muddy, but
otherwise ok. Lucky for me that big thing was slow. Not long after you
left, it just collapsed. Almost crushed us when it did, though.
Tolliver hung around to give us a lift, and to pass on your message.
Thanks for that, by the way. I think leading it away from that guy was
what did the trick."

"It was a Golem. I think, I'm pretty sure, that it was created and
being controlled by the guy in the overalls. I've set a computer
search running. If I had my library here I could look at some real
books, I know exactly where the ones I want to look at are, but I'll
worry about that later. I am very very pleased you're okay."

She gave him a long, lingering kiss, then took his hand and sat him
back down. "I'm starving. Gotta eat."

He leaned over to her and kissed her again. 

"And after that Sweetie, I have plans for you, plans for us both if
you still want to. Come upstairs, and we can wash off the mud, and
then I was thinking of getting back under that eiderdown with you, and
welcoming you back properly..."

He kissed her cheek and took another gulp of his tea, holding her
hand, looking down at the table, concentrating on how nice her hand
felt.

Within a few minutes she was digging into a rare steak. "There's
another wolf here. Did you smell it?"

"Yeah, I meant to ask Gabe, but we kinda got talking about other
stuff. I guess we should check it out."

"Like, immediately," Meg growled.  "I don't like the idea of another
wolf around here, especially one I don't know."  Her food disappeared
quickly.

"Shower sounds like a good idea, but..."

She blushed just a little.  "I'd better do it alone.  I think you were
right, about waiting until after the full moon.  Besides, if you help,
we may never get around to checking out that interloper."  She grinned
and winked at him.

"I can't say I'm not disappointed but... I'll wait for you to be ready Hen." 

"Thanks."  Meg gave Callum a lop-sided grin.  "You know, I'm usually
not this shy about jumping in the sack with a guy, but you...you're
different.  I guess if I didn't care about you so much, I'd rush in. 
I don't want to screw this one up, though.  You know what I mean?"

He squeezed her hand and looked at her with a very serious face. 

"I was talking to Gabe, whilst I was sitting here worrying about if
you were okay, and I realised that I'm crazy about you and I just want
to make sure you know that. I don't know if it's because you're pack.
I was worried about that, but actually it doesn't really matter why. I
just need you to know that's how I feel, just in case anything... Just
in case."


"I know.  I can feel it.  I feel the same way, and for the same
reasons.  Part of it's the pack thing, I guess, but there's more to it
than that.  If we'd just met here, I think the result would have been
the same, eventually.  And I don't think I've ever felt that way about
anybody before."

Meg wiped her mouth with the napkin, then her hands.  "Guess we'd
better find this wolf.  You wanna wait here, or wait up in my room?"

"I'll come up with you, if that's okay." He didn't want to be parted
with her for any longer than he had to, now that they were together
again. "I'll take these new lenses out, and put my glasses back on, if
there's a chance I'm going to change. I'm going through them at a rate
of knots. I don't want to be blind as a bat!"

He took her hand as they went up the stairs, and slipped into his room.

-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From ajventer at direqlearn.org  Mon Sep 13 12:23:19 2004
From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Miranda]
In-Reply-To: <20040910152335.30764.qmail@web86906.mail.ukl.yahoo.com>
References: <20040910152335.30764.qmail@web86906.mail.ukl.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <200409131323.19893.ajventer@direqlearn.org>

> Miranda, looked at the people in front of her. "You
> can see me, and hear me properly? I thought I'd
> disappeared for ever. Except, except there was this
> vagrant on a bench, who seemed to know I was there,
> and no-one else did. People have been walking into me,
> and standing on me all day. I thought I had
> disappeared forever."
The vagrant thing didn't surprise Morganis much, latent telepaths also had bad 
luck sometimes, just like everyone else.... 

>
> The sense of relief was enormous, and she felt her
> head spinning. Her knees buckled under her and she sat
> down very suddenly on the ground and put her head
> between her knees.

When the girl collapsed Morganis looked at Marie, shrugged and walked over to 
her. He put one arm behind her back, the other under her knees and lifted 
her. "I think before we go we should drop her off at the infirmary. I suspect 
she's suffering from shock. Once she is really okay, you're commander can 
figure out what to do with her. If they need us, we're only a comlink away 
after all. What do you think ?"

tag

>
> OOC - Sorry I missed the door opening in the whole
> jumping in and out of email on a strange hotel link
> thang... Such is life
OOC: not a problem, but when little miss Pedant makes a logic error, Mr 
Righteous Indignation HAS to point it out :)
>
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From ajventer at direqlearn.org  Mon Sep 13 12:27:42 2004
From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Tags EVERYBODY
In-Reply-To: <20040910150141.39888.qmail@web53104.mail.yahoo.com>
References: <20040910150141.39888.qmail@web53104.mail.yahoo.com>
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> Gabe caught Meg's eye and then nodded at Natalia "I
> think if these two can keep focussed on the mission,
> then they can tag along." He looked at Sal and then
> across to Wendy, "all I ask is that you remember we
> are going to be out there with a job to do. It is not
> a joy ride and any minute of any day a Guardian on
> patrol may find their life in danger. Melodramatic I
> know, but true. If you are not willing to trust your
> lives to these people, and show these people they can
> trust theirs with you, then own up now. Not everyone
> can, the bravest admit it before it becomes a
> problem."
>
The programming hardwired into Sal's very personality could never back down 
from a challenge or admit defeat. She might be a werelabrador, but she had 
all the tenacity of a terrier thrown in for good measure. Sal had always 
taken it as an article of faith that her animal alter-ego was a thoroughbred, 
but those who knew her would be forced to wonder if there wasn't some bulldog 
and terrier in the lineage... and probably at least one person's leg.

"You make it sound like no fun." She said with a mockpout, but then she went 
on. "Still I would rather play little miss Dedicated out there than sit here 
and answer the stupid phones all night. And I can play her, I just don't 
often choose to."

tag


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Lead Developer, DireqLearn 
082 726 5103
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From clare.mn at ntlworld.com  Mon Sep 13 12:28:33 2004
From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] The Reluctant Patient JP Terry & Rebecca
Message-ID: <AOEEJEIENJFGJJBCCHFIOEHECCAA.clare.mn@ntlworld.com>

The Reluctant Patient

OOC This takes place Thursday morning


Rebecca glanced at her watch; it was nearly time
to go. She wasn't quite sure what to expect. 
It wasn't quite the process of counselling that 
concerned her rather her own reaction to it. It
was years since she had last spoken to a therapist 
as a patient, excluding the abortive attempt while 
she was still in hospital and Rebecca
wasn't quite sure how to handle it.

    The thought of actually opening up to someone
for their professional scrutiny made her feel uneasy, 
she knew the technique and had utilised it herself 
on many occasions. This wasn't going to be easy but 
then again counselling never was. She could feel the
tension mounting in the base of her stomach but at 
least it wasn't accompanied by the rage feeling, 
it was just your everyday nervousness.

    I've got to give this a chance she thought to
herself, no matter how tempting it was to hide behind 
her own knowledge she had to behave like a patient not 
as a peer.

    Rebecca looked at her watch again, it was time.
She really didn't want to go through with this but 
she knew she needed help and as the books said;
admitting that was the first step to recovery.
She left her room and made her way down to Terry's office.
As she reached the door she let out a deep sigh, remembering 
how much she hated to be somebody's patient but what
options did she have ?  Gritting her teeth she
knocked on the door.

    Terry looked up at the knock.  It had been nice
of Ratso to set up this little office for her.  
When Commander Sullivan had given her the paperwork
on Ms Drake, she'd suggested that the counseling
might be more successful if she had a private place 
for the two of them to talk. Ratso had immediately
found her some space.  It was small, but it would
serve.

    "Come in."  She stood up from behind the desk
and smoothed the wrinkles from her suit.

    Rebecca opened the door to find a very
attractive young woman waiting for her.  She was a 
little taken back by the youth of the girl, she did not
look as if she was old enough to have been qualified
for very long.  The thought that she had probably garnered 
a similar response from the seasoned police officers she 
had worked with passed through her mind. Rebecca offered
her hand "Hi, I'm Rebecca and I assume you must be
Terry?"

    "Yes, that's right."  Terry shook Rebecca's
hand.  She could sense the woman's doubts about her.  
"Please, have a seat."

    As Rebecca settled in, Terry said, "I haven't
been at this very long. In fact, I'm still in school.  
But I am very good at what I do, and I hope you'll 
give me a chance to help you, if I can."

    She turned to the file on her desk. "The commander 
gave me a letter that explains a little of what happened 
to you.  Do you feel up to talking about it?"

    Rebecca raised one eyebrow at Terry's admission
that she was still at school.  Nevertheless this was Rebecca's only
opportunity to speak someone who might be able to help her, 
she just hoped Terry was as good as she claimed. Pushing 
away any further qualms she may have about Terry's
capabilities Rebecca answered the question. "Yes". 
Not the most promising of starts Rebecca knew but it was 
better than a mute nod.

    "Ok, then."  Terry moved her chair around to the
other side of the desk so that she could sit nearer Rebecca.  
"Why don't you tell me about it?" She was sensing a whole 
range of emotions -- concern about Terry's skill,
nervousness, fear.  "There's nothing to be afraid of
here.  No one will harm you."

    Rebecca closed her eyes trying to focus herself
- she could so easily play this along and allow her natural
reluctance to talk furnish her with platitudes.  
The temptation to ask specifically what Terry meant by "it?"
was so strong it was almost a compulsion.  Avoidance
and denial techniques came to mind, ways to force Terry to 
gently prod and probe, gathering only a sliver of information 
at the time.  Rebecca frowned,her hands grasped the
arms of the chair; that would be just as painful as
having glass picked out of her hand and twice as timely. 
No, she needed to lay out the facts as cleanly and simply 
as possible - give a Terry chance.

    Marshalling her thoughts Rebecca opened her eyes
and started to speak. She didn't look at Terry but at 
some point on the wall behind her. "OK, I was at a retreat. 
I was attacked by a vampire. I have no memory of the
initial attack.  It captured me." Rebecca hardly
seemed to breath as she recited her "facts" but she could
feel the tension rising in her body and the familiar 
quickening of her blood.  She couldn't look at Terry, there was
a laugh trapped just behind her breastbone waiting
to escape - Terry was just a silly girl how could 
she possibly think to help her.

    "One moment" she whispered, it was the first
time her voice had any sort of emotional quality. 
Rebecca closed her eyes, envisioning her emotions as
a tornado, a tornado which through force of will she
could shrink until it was small enough to fit through
a door.  A door which she slammed shut, locking away 
the negativity and the fear.  She needed to be able to function, 
later maybe she would open the door - that's if it held, 
but right now she needed to be able to communicate.

    Terry could sense fear in Rebecca, but it seemed
to disappear as quickly as it came.  She nodded.  She 
remembered the terror she'd felt when Jay had
told her about their parents, and the nightmares
she'd had afterwards. "Please, go on."

    The effort was draining but her body relaxed
slightly, Rebecca re-opened her eyes and continued to speak, 
her voice again the same emotionless monotone.  
"I remember my colleague. My partner. He changed into a thing
with teeth and claws.  It ripped people apart in
front of me."  The door to the basement in her soul shuddered, 
a ripple of anger and revulsion slippedfrom under it.  
Rebecca imagined a farmhouse dresser shoved in front of the
door - it would buy her time.

    "I was missing.  Three days.  I don't recall it." 
Bracing herself for the difficult part, Rebecca continued. 
"I am suffering from mood swings. Erratic behaviour. 
Nightmares. Sleep disruption. The main thing is; I want
to kill them all."   Rebecca's voice raised a level
allowing it's tone to convey her message as strongly as the words.  
"They disgust me, they're not human, they fill me with anger and hate. 
I don't like that. I understand that the non-humans are not evil, 
I understand that they are just as varied as humans and I 
understand about the covenant but none of that changes
anything.  I want them gone."

    Anger.  Terry could understand that, too.  But a
total change in personality?  It didn't make sense.  "It's easy for
the conscious mind to understand the rationality of a situation, but you
were traumatized.  And since you can't remember what happened those three
days...that's where we need to focus our..."

    This wasn't normal anger.  She'd felt anger
coming off people before, in every situation imaginable.  
This was hatred.  Pure, concentrated hatred.
She could feel it dripping out, slowly, like
gasoline from a ruptured fuel tank.  
Any minute it would explode.  She quickly threw up mental 
blocks as Morgan had showed her, trying to keep from becoming
overwhelmed by it.

    In her mind Rebecca could hear the smashing of
crockery as the basement door banged against the back 
of the dresser, but there was one more thing
she had to get out before she could let the emotions
distract her.  The strain showing in her face she finally looked at
Terry.  This was the hardest admission to make. 
She stammered, the words coming singularly. 
"This, this bigotry, it isn't me."

From ajventer at direqlearn.org  Mon Sep 13 12:30:47 2004
From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Stephanie, Callum]
In-Reply-To: <20040910152930.4544.qmail@web86902.mail.ukl.yahoo.com>
References: <20040910152930.4544.qmail@web86902.mail.ukl.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <200409131330.47246.ajventer@direqlearn.org>

> > Edwards nodded. It had been a lighthearted remark
> > but he knew all too
> > well the responsibilities that came with being the
> > officer in charge
> > now.
> > "If it comes down to that, he'll be the one who
> > comes back." he said
> > simply, his face
> > revealing nothing.
>
> "I'm not planning on getting broken anytime soon, you
> know, none of you can rid of me that easily. We're
> both coming back in one piece, without you bleeding
> all over the car seats this time I think Captain..."
>
Jay laughed. "Well in that case, I think I'll be the brains of this operation, 
not that you don't have any but when it comes to muscle I can't hold a candle 
to you."
He got serious again. "If we succeed tonight, we're going to get leads on this 
guy, and sooner or later, we're going to face him. He is powerfull and he 
won't be easy to beat. I suggest we go very well armed and prepared."
He glanced over at Stephanie. "I don't suppose you have a special 
anti-necromancer-gun prepared by any chance ?"

tags

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From queenortart at gmail.com  Mon Sep 13 12:40:45 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Stephanie, Callum]
In-Reply-To: <200409131330.47246.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
References: <20040910152930.4544.qmail@web86902.mail.ukl.yahoo.com>
  <200409131330.47246.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d04091304406f4068b7@mail.gmail.com>

> He glanced over at Stephanie. "I don't suppose you have a special
> anti-necromancer-gun prepared by any chance ?"

OOC Were you planning to respond to my second computer search any time soon?? 

S

From queenortart at gmail.com  Mon Sep 13 12:54:04 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Miranda]
In-Reply-To: <200409131323.19893.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
References: <20040910152335.30764.qmail@web86906.mail.ukl.yahoo.com>
  <200409131323.19893.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d040913045432b3b2c7@mail.gmail.com>

> When the girl collapsed Morganis looked at Marie, shrugged and walked over to her. He put one arm behind her back, the other under her knees and lifted her. "I think before we go we should drop her off at the infirmary. I suspect she's suffering from shock. Once she is really okay, you're commander can figure out what to do with her. If they need us, we're only a comlink away after all. What do you think ?">

Miranda was horribly embarassed.

"I do apologise, I just felt a bit giddy for a second. It's been a
long day. Er, where are you taking me?"

Not being on her feet was just the most blissful thing she could
remember in a very very long time....

> >
> > OOC - Sorry I missed the door opening in the whole
> > jumping in and out of email on a strange hotel link
> > thang... Such is life
> OOC: not a problem, but when little miss Pedant makes a logic error, Mr
> Righteous Indignation HAS to point it out :)

It's a fair cop govenor!! 

-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Mon Sep 13 13:52:29 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Tags EVERYBODY
In-Reply-To: <200409131327.42266.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
Message-ID: <20040913125229.27422.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com>

"A.J. Venter" <ajventer@direqlearn.org> wrote:
> Gabe caught Meg's eye and then nodded at Natalia "I
> think if these two can keep focussed on the mission,
> then they can tag along." He looked at Sal and then
> across to Wendy, "all I ask is that you remember we
> are going to be out there with a job to do. It is not
> a joy ride and any minute of any day a Guardian on
> patrol may find their life in danger. Melodramatic I
> know, but true. If you are not willing to trust your
> lives to these people, and show these people they can
> trust theirs with you, then own up now. Not everyone
> can, the bravest admit it before it becomes a
> problem."
>
>The programming hardwired into Sal's very personality could never back down 
from a challenge or admit defeat. She might be a werelabrador, but she had 
all the tenacity of a terrier thrown in for good measure. Sal had always 
taken it as an article of faith that her animal alter-ego was a thoroughbred, 
but those who knew her would be forced to wonder if there wasn't some bulldog 
and terrier in the lineage... and probably at least one person's leg.

"You make it sound like no fun." She said with a mockpout, but then she went 
on. "Still I would rather play little miss Dedicated out there than sit here 
and answer the stupid phones all night. And I can play her, I just don't 
often choose to."<

"Goodeeeee!"  Wendy buzzed around her friend's head, then settled on her shoulder.  "We'll be good, I promise!"

Meg remained stoic but smiled inwardly.  She'd have to ask Gabe to teach her that trick sometime.  He'd known just what buttons to push to make Sal fall in line.  "Ok, now that that's settled, are we ready to go, Captain?"

Tag

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Mon Sep 13 14:01:13 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Science
In-Reply-To: <ef4c2c6d040909082628103d3b@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <20040913130113.10034.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com>

queenortart <queenortart@gmail.com> wrote:
> >>Finally Sullivan nodded at Edwards. "The floor is yours captain"
> "Thank you Sir". Edwards stepped up to the Podium and surveyed his own
> squad. "Right, we have a case to solve people. Jessie, I want you and
> Joy to stay here, they might need you in the infirmary later. In the
> meantime hit the lab and the computers, try to find us something on
> this necromancy business. Anything, a clue to finding him, or a way to
> fight him."<<
> 
> Jessie shivered involuntarily. The thought of that creature, that voice, was still fresh in her memory as if it had happened yesterday. "Yes, sir," she said. "Um, Captain? Did you want me to present my findings on the other creatures, the ones that have been attacking the clubs? I had a report ready, but things got a little...hectic."
> 
> She smiled at Joy. "I'll be glad to have your help. Genetics is my field, not chemistry. Another set of eyes will be very helpful."

>>"Great, if by some miracle it stays really quiet, I'll do some of my
PhD revision though." Joy replied.<<

"Why don't you go ahead and work on that?" Jessie said.  "I'll be up in the infirmary, and if I need you I can call.  I'll do some digging on-line."

Tag

From ajventer at direqlearn.org  Mon Sep 13 14:30:25 2004
From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Stephanie, Callum]
In-Reply-To: <ef4c2c6d04091304406f4068b7@mail.gmail.com>
References: <20040910152930.4544.qmail@web86902.mail.ukl.yahoo.com>
  <200409131330.47246.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
  <ef4c2c6d04091304406f4068b7@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <200409131530.25111.ajventer@direqlearn.org>

There is no wireless hotspot in the woodlands of New Jersey :p

If there ever was, then it was inconveniently blown up by 
foam-on-capuchino-fundamentalists (because the heretic owner drank his 
capuchino with cream) five minutes before the search.

Ciao
A.J.

On Monday, 13 September 2004 13:40, queenortart wrote:
> > He glanced over at Stephanie. "I don't suppose you have a special
> > anti-necromancer-gun prepared by any chance ?"
>
> OOC Were you planning to respond to my second computer search any time
> soon??
>
> S
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From queenortart at gmail.com  Mon Sep 13 14:46:32 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Stephanie, Callum]
In-Reply-To: <200409131530.25111.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
References: <20040910152930.4544.qmail@web86902.mail.ukl.yahoo.com>
  <200409131330.47246.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
  <ef4c2c6d04091304406f4068b7@mail.gmail.com>
  <200409131530.25111.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d04091306464dcd1606@mail.gmail.com>

Yeah - I'll accept that - but you've had another one since then which
he did in the computer lab - which was left running whilst he talked
to Gabe

*sticks tongue out*


On Mon, 13 Sep 2004 15:30:25 +0200, A.J. Venter <ajventer@direqlearn.org> wrote:
> There is no wireless hotspot in the woodlands of New Jersey :p
> 
> If there ever was, then it was inconveniently blown up by
> foam-on-capuchino-fundamentalists (because the heretic owner drank his
> capuchino with cream) five minutes before the search.
> 
> Ciao
> A.J.
> 
> 
> 
> On Monday, 13 September 2004 13:40, queenortart wrote:
> > > He glanced over at Stephanie. "I don't suppose you have a special
> > > anti-necromancer-gun prepared by any chance ?"
> >
> > OOC Were you planning to respond to my second computer search any time
> > soon??
> >
> > S
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Rose Macaulay

From Kathleen.Perkins at acs-inc.com  Mon Sep 13 15:50:28 2004
From: Kathleen.Perkins at acs-inc.com (Perkins, Kathleen)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] OOC:  Yet more posting delays
Message-ID: <49D0E8261763F44C9A84F85639AB8C5807070C@atlexup3.consultec-i
  nc.com>

OOC:  Sorry again, guys...we're having a new furnace put in today (the old
one is about 40 years old).  However, unknown to me, them putting in the
furnace meant that they had to cut power to my computer.  I was up for a
while, then went down, then came back up again, then went down again.  Since
the wi-fi is hooked to my box, that meant that the DSL was down, too, and I
couldn't access from any other computer.  I'll get answers out when I get
home tonight.
 
Also, I may be stage managing a play, so that will cut into my computer time
severely.  I'll try to post every day, but it may be rough for the next few
weeks.  Once the show starts running it shouldn't be so bad.  I'll keep you
posted.  Sue, I was in the middle of an IT response when the power went...
 
Kat

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From ajventer at gmail.com  Mon Sep 13 17:06:02 2004
From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] OOC: Yet more posting delays
In-Reply-To: <-6658086392572429860@unknownmsgid>
References: <-6658086392572429860@unknownmsgid>
Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04091309064a6020e9@mail.gmail.com>

It's all okay, not to long ago I had a major problem.
Sometimes these fake lives we pretend to live can have a nasty habit
of interfering
with the real ones inside the guardians universe.

Ciao
A.J.


On Mon, 13 Sep 2004 10:50:28 -0400, Perkins, Kathleen
<kathleen.perkins@acs-inc.com> wrote:
> OOC:  Sorry again, guys...we're having a new furnace put in today (the old
> one is about 40 years old).  However, unknown to me, them putting in the
> furnace meant that they had to cut power to my computer.  I was up for a
> while, then went down, then came back up again, then went down again.  Since
> the wi-fi is hooked to my box, that meant that the DSL was down, too, and I
> couldn't access from any other computer.  I'll get answers out when I get
> home tonight.
> 
> Also, I may be stage managing a play, so that will cut into my computer time
> severely.  I'll try to post every day, but it may be rough for the next few
> weeks.  Once the show starts running it shouldn't be so bad.  I'll keep you
> posted.  Sue, I was in the middle of an IT response when the power went...
> 
> Kat
> 
> [demime 0.98e removed an attachment of type application/ms-tnef]
> _______________________________________________
> GOTC mailing list
> GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk
> http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc
> 



-- 
"You have to be on the side of the underdog.
Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because
he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet.

From queenortart at gmail.com  Mon Sep 13 17:49:32 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Science
In-Reply-To: <20040913130113.10034.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com>
References: <ef4c2c6d040909082628103d3b@mail.gmail.com>
  <20040913130113.10034.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d04091309493152cfd6@mail.gmail.com>

> >>"Great, if by some miracle it stays really quiet, I'll do some of my
> PhD revision though." Joy replied.<<
> 
> "Why don't you go ahead and work on that?" Jessie said.  "I'll be up in the infirmary, and if I need you I can call.  I'll do some digging on-line."

"Thanks Jessie, I'll be in the computer lab then, shout me if you need
me." Joy felt really guilty for leaving them all to it, but she had
finite time, which had already been severely eroded, by dallying with
Jethro, shopping with Terry and gossiping with Rebecca, amongst other
things. Once it was Tuesday then she would be there for them full
time.

-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From jenarey at comcast.net  Mon Sep 13 19:07:24 2004
From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Miranda]
Message-ID: <091320041807.17298.4145E1DC00011AEF000043922200745672970A9D
  0E020A06@comcast.net>

> > When the girl collapsed Morganis looked at Marie, shrugged and walked over to 
> her. He put one arm behind her back, the other under her knees and lifted her. 
> "I think before we go we should drop her off at the infirmary. I suspect she's 
> suffering from shock. Once she is really okay, you're commander can figure out 
> what to do with her. If they need us, we're only a comlink away after all. What 
> do you think ?"
> 
> Miranda was horribly embarassed.
> 
> "I do apologise, I just felt a bit giddy for a second. It's been a
> long day. Er, where are you taking me?"
> 
> Not being on her feet was just the most blissful thing she could
> remember in a very very long time....

Marie chuckled softly, giving a little shrug and letting the door close again once they were all inside.  "Makes sense to me.  I'm sure the badguys will still be there in five minutes."  The first response was to Morgan before she gave Miranda a kindly look.  "Infirmary.  You look like you could use a bit of patching up, and something to eat.  Then the Commander can decide what happens next."

From jenarey at comcast.net  Mon Sep 13 19:09:32 2004
From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Stephanie, Callum]
Message-ID: <091320041809.21623.4145E25B0005A5D8000054772200750744970A9D
  0E020A06@comcast.net>

He is powerfull and he won't be easy to beat. I suggest we go very well armed and prepared." He glanced over at Stephanie. "I don't suppose you have a special anti-necromancer-gun prepared by any chance ?"

The cat woman looked up, absently chewing on her lower lip.  She wasn't any good at this meeting stuff.  "Anti-necromancer...  Don't have one...yet."  She gave a little smile, unable to keep a predatory glint from her eyes.  "Though tell me what kills one and I'll make you a gun to do the job."  

From jenarey at comcast.net  Mon Sep 13 19:15:54 2004
From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Tags EVERYBODY
Message-ID: <091320041815.23767.4145E3D90001443000005CD72200734076970A9D
  0E020A06@comcast.net>

Meg remained stoic but smiled inwardly.  She'd have to ask Gabe to teach her that trick sometime.  He'd known just what buttons to push to make Sal fall in line.  "Ok, now that that's settled, are we ready to go, Captain?"

Natalia rolled to her feet with an ease of motion that conserved excess energy.  An absent shrug brought the long jacket she wore to ride more easily across the shoulders, mostly concealing the sword beneath.  It was a reversed sheath that Natalia was very fond of.  "Just have to decide on a mode of transportation."  The Russian woman knew she was NOT getting in another one of those vans.  No way, no how.

From ajventer at gmail.com  Mon Sep 13 20:17:46 2004
From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Stephanie, Callum]
In-Reply-To: <3026758574133408188@unknownmsgid>
References: <3026758574133408188@unknownmsgid>
Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04091312174f4d7050@mail.gmail.com>

On Mon, 13 Sep 2004 18:09:32 +0000, jenarey@comcast.net
<jenarey@comcast.net> wrote:
> He is powerfull and he won't be easy to beat. I suggest we go very well armed and prepared." He glanced over at Stephanie. "I don't suppose you have a special anti-necromancer-gun prepared by any chance ?"
> 
> The cat woman looked up, absently chewing on her lower lip.  She wasn't any good at this meeting stuff.  "Anti-necromancer...  Don't have one...yet."  She gave a little smile, unable to keep a predatory glint from her eyes.  "Though tell me what kills one and I'll make you a gun to do the job."

Jay was thoughtfull for a moment. "My best guess is anything that
kills a human will
kill him, he is only human. Now if he is anything like the stories, he
can heal by exploiting
the recently dead, so something that kills fast has a better chance...
the big thing though
is those damn zombies he keeps putting in the way. So far the only way
we have found of stopping them is to cut the legs out from under it...
can you come up with a very effective way of doing that ?"

tag

-- 
"You have to be on the side of the underdog.
Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because
he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet.

From queenortart at gmail.com  Mon Sep 13 20:17:39 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] OOC: Yet more posting delays
In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04091309064a6020e9@mail.gmail.com>
References: <-6658086392572429860@unknownmsgid>
  <7f39e5bc04091309064a6020e9@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d040913121730cc4f43@mail.gmail.com>

This week I am at Heathrow for 2 nights, next week Berlin for 2
nights, the week after Barcelona for 4 nights. Expect delays from me
too!!


On Mon, 13 Sep 2004 18:06:02 +0200, A.J. Venter <ajventer@gmail.com> wrote:
> It's all okay, not to long ago I had a major problem.
> Sometimes these fake lives we pretend to live can have a nasty habit
> of interfering
> with the real ones inside the guardians universe.
> 
> Ciao
> A.J.
> 
> On Mon, 13 Sep 2004 10:50:28 -0400, Perkins, Kathleen
> 
> 
> <kathleen.perkins@acs-inc.com> wrote:
> > OOC:  Sorry again, guys...we're having a new furnace put in today (the old
> > one is about 40 years old).  However, unknown to me, them putting in the
> > furnace meant that they had to cut power to my computer.  I was up for a
> > while, then went down, then came back up again, then went down again.  Since
> > the wi-fi is hooked to my box, that meant that the DSL was down, too, and I
> > couldn't access from any other computer.  I'll get answers out when I get
> > home tonight.
> >
> > Also, I may be stage managing a play, so that will cut into my computer time
> > severely.  I'll try to post every day, but it may be rough for the next few
> > weeks.  Once the show starts running it shouldn't be so bad.  I'll keep you
> > posted.  Sue, I was in the middle of an IT response when the power went...
> >
> > Kat
> >
> > [demime 0.98e removed an attachment of type application/ms-tnef]
> > _______________________________________________
> > 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.
> 
> 
> _______________________________________________
> GOTC mailing list
> GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk
> http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc
> 



-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From queenortart at gmail.com  Mon Sep 13 21:25:27 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Miranda]
In-Reply-To: <-5221678914983793018@unknownmsgid>
References: <-5221678914983793018@unknownmsgid>
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d04091313255db703e@mail.gmail.com>

> Marie chuckled softly, giving a little shrug and letting the door close again once they were all inside.  "Makes sense to me.  I'm sure the badguys will still be there in five minutes."  The first response was to Morgan before she gave Miranda a kindly look.  "Infirmary.  You look like you could use a bit of patching up, and something to eat.  Then the Commander can decide what happens next."

Miranda was feeling very apprehensive, now the first wave of relief
that her feet had stopped hurting had passed. The man who was carrying
her was undoubtly a vampire, he was cold and pale, and he'd done
something to her to make them able to see her. And he'd said something
about kids not knowing what they were doing. She'd no idea what
Victoria had done, but it had stopped people taking any notice of her,
did that make her a foolish kid? Maybe it did? What else was he going
to do, this vampire cradling her to his chest, she'd never met a
vampire who she wanted to be around. They scared her horribly, coming
into the club, picking up anyone, mesmerising them and then sucking
blood out of them, whilst they were powerless to do anything about it.
 She really didn't want to be here, but there was nowhere else she
could go right now.

She was cold and his lack of body heat wasn't helping, hopefully this
infirmary place was close and he would put her down.

Then when he'd gone she talk to whoever this Commander was and tell
him what was going on. Victoria had said they would help, these
Guardians, and Miranda could only hope she'd known what she was
talking about...

"Thank you" she murmured, not knowing what else to say.

Tag 
-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From ajventer at gmail.com  Mon Sep 13 22:31:49 2004
From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Re: callum's computer search
In-Reply-To: <ef4c2c6d04091312383357f088@mail.gmail.com>
References: <ef4c2c6d04091312383357f088@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04091314314c7e4987@mail.gmail.com>

OOC:
 I hate to be a geek who is picking nits, but that is the worst computer
search in history.
If the computer searches for ALL the words, it's highly unlikely to
find anything at all
since there are way to many of them. Whatever occult texts talk about
necromancer
is not likely to use specifically each of them.
If it searches for ANY of the words then you're going to get about a
milion answers with the
relevant once hidden somewhere deep inside - can you imagine what the
guardians DB would have on 'spells' ? For the sake of this post, I'll
be forgiving and assume the computer has AI like we have no hope of
coding in the next ten years and that it will on top of that
take every word and not only return matches but scan a thesaurus and
match all synonyms. Google eat your bloody heart out :)


On Mon, 13 Sep 2004 20:38:41 +0100, queenortart <queenortart@gmail.com> wrote:
> Callum duly went off and prepared a full and detailed
> account of the morning's events, including his
> conversation with Dave the paramedic. He typed it all
> into the computer system, then started looking up,
> confirming his recollections of necromancers, and
> checking for new information.
> 
> His previous search was for NECROMANCER SPELLS DEFEAT DEFENCES
> 

RESULT 1: Necromancy - by Pope Cornelius the 1st
TYPE: LIBRARY
SECTION: OCCULT TEXTS
DATED: 3rd CENTURY A.D.

RESULT 2: Necromancy ? hahahahahahhaha
TYPE: GUARDIANS INTERNATIONAL DISCUSSION FORUM ENTRY
SECTION: CHIT-CHAT
AUTHOR: Constable A Lawrence, Miami Office

RESULT 3: The ultimate necromancer guide
TYPE: Internet
SOURCE URL: http://www.geocities.yahoo.com/homepages/gamegeek/retro/diablo2/

PLEASE SELECT RESULT TO DISPAY:





-- 
"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 queenortart at gmail.com  Mon Sep 13 23:19:16 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Re: callum's computer search
In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04091314314c7e4987@mail.gmail.com>
References: <ef4c2c6d04091312383357f088@mail.gmail.com>
  <7f39e5bc04091314314c7e4987@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d0409131519675a07e5@mail.gmail.com>

> RESULT 1: Necromancy - by Pope Cornelius the 1st
> TYPE: LIBRARY
> SECTION: OCCULT TEXTS
> DATED: 3rd CENTURY A.D.
> 
> RESULT 2: Necromancy ? hahahahahahhaha
> TYPE: GUARDIANS INTERNATIONAL DISCUSSION FORUM ENTRY
> SECTION: CHIT-CHAT
> AUTHOR: Constable A Lawrence, Miami Office
> 
> RESULT 3: The ultimate necromancer guide
> TYPE: Internet
> SOURCE URL: http://www.geocities.yahoo.com/homepages/gamegeek/retro/diablo2/
> 
> PLEASE SELECT RESULT TO DISPAY:

OOC I am so bloody tempted to select 1. As I told AJ - this is exactly
the approach I have to searches in google and it works for me. You
type a lot and you end up with stuff to look at and if you don't then
you delete words one by one.

Consider me told. 

Anyway; 

IC 
Callum thought it would be worth checking the Guardians entry and so
selected 2, and after clicking on the  description decided that
Rognvald would be the person to consult.

He typed him an email describing the situation and asking what he'd
come across in his many years of playing computer games, and if he had
any thoughts.

Tag (anyone (AJ) who wants to take a wee Scottish lad who might know something.

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Tue Sep 14 03:03:45 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Science
In-Reply-To: <ef4c2c6d04091309493152cfd6@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <20040914020345.4189.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com>

queenortart <queenortart@gmail.com> wrote:
>>"Thanks Jessie, I'll be in the computer lab then, shout me if you need
me." Joy felt really guilty for leaving them all to it, but she had
finite time, which had already been severely eroded, by dallying with
Jethro, shopping with Terry and gossiping with Rebecca, amongst other
things. Once it was Tuesday then she would be there for them full
time.<<

Jessie nodded.  She turned to Jay and gave him a kiss.  "Please be careful," she said.  "Oh, did you want me to tell the others what I found out about the lycanpires?  I was going to do that earlier, but things got a little hectic."

Tag Jay

OOC:  I think I had asked this in another post, but it got missed

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Tue Sep 14 03:15:42 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Tags EVERYBODY
In-Reply-To: <091320041815.23767.4145E3D90001443000005CD72200734076970A9
  D  0E020A06@comcast.net>
Message-ID: <20040914021542.96276.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com>

jenarey@comcast.net wrote:
>>Natalia rolled to her feet with an ease of motion that conserved excess energy. An absent shrug brought the long jacket she wore to ride more easily across the shoulders, mostly concealing the sword beneath. It was a reversed sheath that Natalia was very fond of. "Just have to decide on a mode of transportation." The Russian woman knew she was NOT getting in another one of those vans. No way, no how.<<

"I can take us in a copmobile," Meg offered.  "Not as flashy as what the captain usually drives, but it'll get four people to where we want to go in reasonable comfort."

Tag

From ajventer at direqlearn.org  Tue Sep 14 07:38:38 2004
From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Miranda]
In-Reply-To: <ef4c2c6d04091313255db703e@mail.gmail.com>
References: <-5221678914983793018@unknownmsgid>
  <ef4c2c6d04091313255db703e@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <200409140838.39585.ajventer@direqlearn.org>

>
> Then when he'd gone she talk to whoever this Commander was and tell
> him what was going on. Victoria had said they would help, these
> Guardians, and Miranda could only hope she'd known what she was
> talking about...
>
> "Thank you" she murmured, not knowing what else to say.
>
Morganis nodded at Marie's words, then acknowledged Miranda's thank you with a 
simple nod and headed toward the stairway, carrying her. He could feel her 
apprehension, just two days ago it would have made him depressed... Marie had 
changed all that, now it made him a bit angry, but not much, he could 
understand her apprehension, if a lot of people had the wrong idea about 
vampires it was because too many vampires had the wrong idea about vampires.

"Don't worry kiddo, the doc's will get you fixed up in no time, and then we'll 
see about helping you okay." he said softly.

tag
-- 
A.J Venter
Lead Developer, DireqLearn 
082 726 5103
http://www.direqlearn.org
http://www.direqlearn.net/olce
http://silentcoder.blogsite.org

From ajventer at direqlearn.org  Tue Sep 14 07:40:45 2004
From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Tags EVERYBODY
In-Reply-To: <20040914021542.96276.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com>
References: <20040914021542.96276.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <200409140840.45450.ajventer@direqlearn.org>

>
> "I can take us in a copmobile," Meg offered.  "Not as flashy as what the
> captain usually drives, but it'll get four people to where we want to go in
> reasonable comfort."
>
Sal was suddenly  a lot more apprehensive... "erm in that case.. erm.. can I 
sit in front ? I got this thing about the backseat of cop-cars, it's the one 
backseat where you aint never happy about whose fucking with ya !"

tag

-- 
A.J Venter
Lead Developer, DireqLearn 
082 726 5103
http://www.direqlearn.org
http://www.direqlearn.net/olce
http://silentcoder.blogsite.org

From ajventer at direqlearn.org  Tue Sep 14 07:41:43 2004
From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Science
In-Reply-To: <20040914020345.4189.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com>
References: <20040914020345.4189.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <200409140841.43512.ajventer@direqlearn.org>

> Jessie nodded.  She turned to Jay and gave him a kiss.  "Please be
> careful," she said.  "Oh, did you want me to tell the others what I found
> out about the lycanpires?  I was going to do that earlier, but things got a
> little hectic."
>
Jay nodded and looked toward Sullivan who nodded as well. "Yes please Doctor, 
before we head out... who knows what may be waiting out there tonight."

tag
-- 
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  Tue Sep 14 10:51:05 2004
From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Vantastic
In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc0409081009327b44f4@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <20040914095105.28477.qmail@web53110.mail.yahoo.com>

> "Damon I want you and Evan in Brooklyn."

Evan had spent a lazy couple of days catching up with
sleep during the day and manning the computer of an
evening. While it was difficult to tell from his
choice of clothes he had finally remembered to shovel
his laundry out in to the corridor and his room was
now strewn with clean clothes intending to be put away
rather than dirty clothes waiting to be bundled up.

He looked up when his name was called and then
strolled across to Damon as the briefing broke up.
"Us two then geezer, ow d' yer wanna do it?"

[tag Damon]


	
	
		
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From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk  Tue Sep 14 11:12:24 2004
From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times
In-Reply-To: <20040909172505.25666.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <20040914101224.82973.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com>

>> "Nothing yet." Said Sullivan, "but Queens is not
>> too far out of your way, so I won't mind if you 
>> guys go through the area first and have a look 
>> around the scene again. You might get lucky."
> Meg nodded.  "That ok with you, Cap?" she said,
> grinning at Gabe.  "The sooner I check, the better
> our chances of catching him."

Gabe nodded "I think that would make a lot of sense."

[no tag, just catching up.]


	
	
		
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From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk  Tue Sep 14 11:21:52 2004
From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - [tag Sal, Wendy, Meg, Natalia]
In-Reply-To: <200409140840.45450.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
Message-ID: <20040914102152.55740.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com>

>> "I can take us in a copmobile," Meg offered.  "Not
>> as flashy as what the captain usually drives, but
>> it'll get four people to where we want to go in
>> reasonable comfort."
> Sal was suddenly  a lot more apprehensive... "erm in
> that case.. erm.. can I sit in front ? I got this 
> thing about the backseat of cop-cars, it's the one 
> backseat where you aint never happy about whose
> fucking with ya !"

Gabe had given a wry smile to Meg in acknowledgement
of her dig, although it was still taking a little bit
longer for him to register that Captain referred to
him which had given time for Sals question.

"I am sure I can deign to ride in a cop car Meg.
Natalia, you and I will be in the back, Sal, you can
be on 'you feelin' lucky punk' staring duty up front,"
his smile had turned to one of gentle teasing. "Meet
up in the garage in 15, that give everyone time to kit
up and powder their noses?"

[tag Sal, Wendy, Meg, Natalia]


	
	
		
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From ajventer at direqlearn.org  Tue Sep 14 11:27:09 2004
From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Vantastic
In-Reply-To: <20040914095105.28477.qmail@web53110.mail.yahoo.com>
References: <20040914095105.28477.qmail@web53110.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <200409141227.09606.ajventer@direqlearn.org>

> He looked up when his name was called and then
> strolled across to Damon as the briefing broke up.
> "Us two then geezer, ow d' yer wanna do it?"

Damien leaned over to him.
"MMM, if we have issues, I'm gonna need my bike, but I really wanna go out in 
that supercool van of yours again dude. Ya think we can maybe get the bike in 
behind the backseat ? That way we can pull it out if we need it, but we can 
take da van. 'Sides which unless we're actually in a chase it's better to 
share a vehicle, if we gonna play beatcops lets at least have some fuckin' 
convo eh ?"

tag

-- 
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Lead Developer, DireqLearn 
082 726 5103
http://www.direqlearn.org
http://www.direqlearn.net/olce
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From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk  Tue Sep 14 12:24:36 2004
From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Vantastic [tag Damien]
In-Reply-To: <200409141227.09606.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
Message-ID: <20040914112436.43789.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com>

> Damien leaned over to him.
> "MMM, if we have issues, I'm gonna need my bike, but
> I really wanna go out in that supercool van of 
> yours again dude. Ya think we can maybe get the 
> bike in behind the backseat ? That way we can pull 
> it out if we need it, but we can take da van. 'Sides
> which unless we're actually in a chase it's better 
> to share a vehicle, if we gonna play beatcops lets 
> at least have some fuckin' convo eh ?"

"Should fit it in, no trub. We'll do that then, yer
ready t' go? I brought my crap dahn wiv me, weren't no
point traipsing upstairs again."

[tag Damien]


	
	
		
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From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Tue Sep 14 12:40:08 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Science
In-Reply-To: <200409140841.43512.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
Message-ID: <20040914114008.50912.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com>

"A.J. Venter" <ajventer@direqlearn.org> wrote:
>>Jay nodded and looked toward Sullivan who nodded as well. "Yes please Doctor, 
before we head out... who knows what may be waiting out there tonight."<<

Jessie turned to the assembled group.  "I had a presentation all ready, with slides and everything, but I'll just sum up," she said.  "Basically, these things are genetic mutations.  Someone has taken the good qualities of vampires and the good qualities of werewolves and combined them into one creature.  Nearest I can tell, the gene that causes both creatures to be vulnerable to beheading is too near the gene that allows werewolves to transform whenever they like, so the scientist couldn't lose that.  It's their only weakness that I can see.  I think we'd already figured that out from bitter experience.

"There is one odd thing, though...The werewolf genes are from different animals, and what human components are there are from different humans.  But the vampire genetic material is identical in every specimen I've tested.  This leads me to the conclusion that the vampire is the one responsible for creating these things.  Commander, Captain Luken, can you think of anyone who would have the scientific knowledge to do this?"

Tag

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Tue Sep 14 12:46:47 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times (I think this is where this belongs)
In-Reply-To: <20040914102152.55740.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <20040914114647.65490.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com>

Mik Reed <mik_gotc@yahoo.co.uk> wrote:
> Sal was suddenly a lot more apprehensive... "erm in
> that case.. erm.. can I sit in front ? I got this 
> thing about the backseat of cop-cars, it's the one 
> backseat where you aint never happy about whose
> fucking with ya !"

>>Gabe had given a wry smile to Meg in acknowledgement
of her dig, although it was still taking a little bit
longer for him to register that Captain referred to
him which had given time for Sals question.

"I am sure I can deign to ride in a cop car Meg.
Natalia, you and I will be in the back, Sal, you can
be on 'you feelin' lucky punk' staring duty up front,"
his smile had turned to one of gentle teasing. "Meet
up in the garage in 15, that give everyone time to kit
up and powder their noses?"<<

"Thank you, Captain sweetie," Wendy said, then fluttered over and gave Gabe a kiss on the nose.  She settled on Sal's shoulder so she wouldn't get lost if something distracted her.

"Aye, aye, sir," Meg replied.  She already had a bag with her from her room -- some of her weapons and a couple of changes of clothes, just in case.  She hit the armoury and picked out a few heavy weapons, including some swords and other bladed weapons, then headed to the garage.

Checking the list of available vehicles, she chose a black Lincoln and signed it out.  By the time the others arrived, she had stowed her gear and was ready to go.

Tag Sal, Gabe, Natalia

From ajventer at direqlearn.org  Tue Sep 14 13:15:31 2004
From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Vantastic [tag Damien]
In-Reply-To: <20040914112436.43789.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com>
References: <20040914112436.43789.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <200409141415.31080.ajventer@direqlearn.org>

> "Should fit it in, no trub. We'll do that then, yer
> ready t' go? I brought my crap dahn wiv me, weren't no
> point traipsing upstairs again."

Damien reached back over his shoulder and touched his battle-axe lightly in 
it's quick-release holster.  Tapped his shirt to make sure his com-badge was 
attached, tapped his trouser pockets in turn to confirm the presence of 
wallet and keys, and his other little surprise then looked up.
"I got everything I need dude. Let's rock'n roll."

tag
-- 
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Lead Developer, DireqLearn 
082 726 5103
http://www.direqlearn.org
http://www.direqlearn.net/olce
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From ajventer at gmail.com  Tue Sep 14 17:49:48 2004
From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - [tag Sal, Wendy, Meg, Natalia]
In-Reply-To: <20040914102152.55740.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com>
References: <200409140840.45450.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
  <20040914102152.55740.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04091409497acf86b2@mail.gmail.com>

> Gabe had given a wry smile to Meg in acknowledgement
> of her dig, although it was still taking a little bit
> longer for him to register that Captain referred to
> him which had given time for Sals question.
> 
> "I am sure I can deign to ride in a cop car Meg.
> Natalia, you and I will be in the back, Sal, you can
> be on 'you feelin' lucky punk' staring duty up front,"
> his smile had turned to one of gentle teasing. "Meet
> up in the garage in 15, that give everyone time to kit
> up and powder their noses?"

Sal snorted. Powder her nose ? That ought to be the day. Just this
once though she
didn't say anything, after all she didn't want Gabe to change his mind.
"So do I like get a gun or something ?" she asked full of eagerness.

OOC: Now THAT is a scary thought !
-- 
"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  Tue Sep 14 17:52:36 2004
From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Science
In-Reply-To: <20040914114008.50912.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com>
References: <200409140841.43512.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
  <20040914114008.50912.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0409140952674a4100@mail.gmail.com>

> "A.J. Venter" <ajventer@direqlearn.org> wrote:
> >>Jay nodded and looked toward Sullivan who nodded as well. "Yes please Doctor, 
> before we head out... who knows what may be waiting out there tonight."<<
> 
> Jessie turned to the assembled group.  "I had a presentation all ready, with slides and everything, but I'll just sum up," she said.  "Basically, these things are genetic mutations.  Someone has taken the good qualities of vampires and the good qualities of werewolves and combined them into one creature.  Nearest I can tell, the gene that causes both creatures to be vulnerable to beheading is too near the gene that allows werewolves to transform whenever they like, so the scientist couldn't lose that.  It's their only weakness that I can see.  I think we'd already figured that out from bitter experience.
> 
> "There is one odd thing, though...The werewolf genes are from different animals, and what human components are there are from different humans.  But the vampire genetic material is identical in every specimen I've tested.  This leads me to the conclusion that the vampire is the one responsible for creating these things.  Commander, Captain Luken, can you think of anyone who would have the scientific knowledge to do this?"

Sullivan nodded. "There are few at least. I'll do some research on the
computer tonight
look up our last known locations and activities of the likeliest ones
and get back to you
if I find anything."

tag



-- 
"You have to be on the side of the underdog.
Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because
he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet.

From jenarey at comcast.net  Tue Sep 14 18:47:43 2004
From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - [tag Sal, Wendy, Meg, Natalia]
Message-ID: <091420041747.21461.41472EBF0001BF13000053D52200750330970A9D
  0E020A06@comcast.net>

> "I am sure I can deign to ride in a cop car Meg.  Natalia, you and I will be in the back, Sal, you can be on 'you feelin' lucky punk' staring duty up front," his smile had turned to one of gentle teasing. "Meet up in the garage in 15, that give everyone time to kit up and powder their noses?"

Natalia nodded, half listening to the other information about lycanpires and necromancers...  It sounded like a typical night for the supernatural.  "I still think people missed out when they gave up on horses and carriages.  Much easier to jump out of those at a clip than modern cars."  The complaint was half hearted as she mentally checked over the gear she was carrying and couldn't come up with anything else she needed.  She traveled light these days.

> Sal snorted. Powder her nose ? That ought to be the day. Just this
> once though she didn't say anything, after all she didn't want Gabe to change his mind. "So do I like get a gun or something ?" she asked full of eagerness.

Gun...in the hands of a rookie...  Natalia shot Gabe a look that clearly said, 'no way in hell', though she didn't verbally protest.  The thought was...rather terrifying and she wasn't looking forward to being 'accidentally' shot, which was all too likely in this situation, at least in her opinion.

From jenarey at comcast.net  Tue Sep 14 18:55:46 2004
From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Stephanie, Callum]
Message-ID: <091420041755.27591.414730A20007930100006BC72200761438970A9D
  0E020A06@comcast.net>

Jay was thoughtfull for a moment. "My best guess is anything that kills a human will kill him, he is only human. Now if he is anything like the stories, he can heal by exploiting the recently dead, so something that kills fast has a better chance...the big thing though is those damn zombies he keeps putting in the way. So far the only way we have found of stopping them is to cut the legs out from under it...can you come up with a very effective way of doing that ?"

Stephanie considered the question a moment, half hearing Damien making plans to roll out.  The last couple of days had been quiet for them, lots of just spending time doing normal things.  They'd finished some of the additions to his axe, which pleased her and he'd managed to keep her away from the kitchen mouse for the remainder of the moon days, which apparently pleased everyone.  She looked back to Jay, "Snap traps...  they're a low set high explosive.  They'll rip apart anything from the ground to about two feet above them, which means they'll work on your zombies but DON'T get caught in the blast yourself."  It was a warning that went with most things that went boom, but Stephanie had to say it.

From jenarey at comcast.net  Tue Sep 14 18:59:08 2004
From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Miranda]
Message-ID: <091420041759.27688.4147316B0007249200006C282200734830970A9D
  0E020A06@comcast.net>

"Don't worry kiddo, the doc's will get you fixed up in no time, and then we'll see about helping you okay." he said softly.

Marie moved ahead of them, to get doors and make sure there was nothing to trip on on the stairs.  "It's all right."  The words were comforting and gentle.  "Thank us after we've taken care of whatever has you spooked.  It's what we do."  She couldn't help but smile a little as she watched Morgan.  Since he'd shared her blood there'd been something...different about him...  She couldn't put a name to exactly what, but she saw it there.

From queenortart at gmail.com  Tue Sep 14 22:07:55 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Miranda]
In-Reply-To: <767699849536676512@unknownmsgid>
References: <767699849536676512@unknownmsgid>
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d0409141407185f284f@mail.gmail.com>

> "Don't worry kiddo, the doc's will get you fixed up in no time, and then we'll see about helping you okay." he said softly.
> 
> Marie moved ahead of them, to get doors and make sure there was nothing to trip on on the stairs.  "It's all right."  The words were comforting and gentle.  "Thank us after we've taken care of whatever has you spooked.  It's what we do."  She couldn't help but smile a little as she watched Morgan.  Since he'd shared her blood there'd been something...different about him...  She couldn't put a name to exactly what, but she saw it there.

Miranda smiled a tiny and very brief smile, hopeful that Victoria knew
what she was talking about.

They went upstairs, and into some sick of hospital ward, and she
suddenly wave of panic, what if this was some kind of experimentation
unit? What if they were all vampires except this woman, and they were
going to drain her blood? She couldn't run away, she couldn't have
really stood up right now, but anything had to be better than the
Masquerade, didn't it? She took a couple of deep breaths willing
herself to relax.

Tag 

-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk  Wed Sep 15 00:16:35 2004
From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Vantastic [tag Damien]
In-Reply-To: <200409141415.31080.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
Message-ID: <20040914231635.67965.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com>

> "I got everything I need dude. Let's rock'n roll."

"Pukka," Evan agreed, heading for the garage.

[tag Damien]


	
	
		
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From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk  Wed Sep 15 00:18:14 2004
From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Science
In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc0409140952674a4100@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <20040914231814.13927.qmail@web53106.mail.yahoo.com>

>> Commander, Captain Luken, can you think of anyone
>> who would have the scientific knowledge to do
this?"
> Sullivan nodded. "There are few at least. I'll do
> some research on the computer tonight look up our 
> last known locations and activities of the likeliest
> ones and get back to you if I find anything."

Gabe looked across, having been involved with his
team, "yes, keep me in the loop, just to make sure my
names match up with yours," he chipped in.


	
	
		
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From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk  Wed Sep 15 00:21:58 2004
From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - [tag Stephanie, Sal]
In-Reply-To: <091420041747.21461.41472EBF0001BF13000053D52200750330970A9
  D  0E020A06@comcast.net>
Message-ID: <20040914232158.49942.qmail@web53107.mail.yahoo.com>

>> Sal snorted. Powder her nose ? That ought to be
>> the day. Just this once though she didn't say 
>> anything, after all she didn't want Gabe to change
>> his mind. "So do I like get a gun or something ?"
>> she asked full of eagerness.
> Gun...in the hands of a rookie...  Natalia shot Gabe
> a look that clearly said, 'no way in hell', though
> she didn't verbally protest.  The thought
> was...rather terrifying and she wasn't looking
> forward to being 'accidentally' shot, which was all
> too likely in this situation, at least in her
> opinion.

Much to Natalia's relief Gabe shook his head, "No,
sorry, not until you have put in the hours on the
range and been certified." He looked across to where
Stephanie was standing and called across, "Stephanie,
can I sign out a Taser, just to carry in the car in
case things get out of hand?" Looking back at Sal he
asked, "would you be happy enough with a Taser? I know
labradors are reknowned more for the ability to carry
than damage with their bite. It will put someone off
and can be fired over a short distance but is unlikely
to be fatal."

[tag Stephanie, Sal]


	
	
		
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From ajventer at gmail.com  Wed Sep 15 05:32:53 2004
From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Stephanie, Callum]
In-Reply-To: <822953940456948660@unknownmsgid>
References: <822953940456948660@unknownmsgid>
Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0409142132319dc4db@mail.gmail.com>

On Tue, 14 Sep 2004 17:55:46 +0000, jenarey@comcast.net
<jenarey@comcast.net> wrote:
> Jay was thoughtfull for a moment. "My best guess is anything that kills a human will kill him, he is only human. Now if he is anything like the stories, he can heal by exploiting the recently dead, so something that kills fast has a better chance...the big thing though is those damn zombies he keeps putting in the way. So far the only way we have found of stopping them is to cut the legs out from under it...can you come up with a very effective way of doing that ?"
> 
> Stephanie considered the question a moment, half hearing Damien making plans to roll out.  The last couple of days had been quiet for them, lots of just spending time doing normal things.  They'd finished some of the additions to his axe, which pleased her and he'd managed to keep her away from the kitchen mouse for the remainder of the moon days, which apparently pleased everyone.  She looked back to Jay, "Snap traps...  they're a low set high explosive.  They'll rip apart anything from the ground to about two feet above them, which means they'll work on your zombies but DON'T get caught in the blast yourself."  It was a warning that went with most things that went boom, but Stephanie had to say it.
> 
Jay nodded. "Now that sounds like just what we need. I knew we could
count on you.
If it wasn't for you, the guardians staffing shortage would be a lot
worse than it is."

-- 
"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 Sep 15 05:50:54 2004
From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Miranda]
In-Reply-To: <ef4c2c6d0409141407185f284f@mail.gmail.com>
References: <767699849536676512@unknownmsgid>
  <ef4c2c6d0409141407185f284f@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04091421503d7eeabe@mail.gmail.com>

> > "Don't worry kiddo, the doc's will get you fixed up in no time, and then we'll see about helping you okay." he said softly.
> >
> > Marie moved ahead of them, to get doors and make sure there was nothing to trip on on the stairs.  "It's all right."  The words were comforting and gentle.  "Thank us after we've taken care of whatever has you spooked.  It's what we do."  She couldn't help but smile a little as she watched Morgan.  Since he'd shared her blood there'd been something...different about him...  She couldn't put a name to exactly what, but she saw it there.
> 
> Miranda smiled a tiny and very brief smile, hopeful that Victoria knew
> what she was talking about.
> 
> They went upstairs, and into some sick of hospital ward, and she
> suddenly wave of panic, what if this was some kind of experimentation
> unit? What if they were all vampires except this woman, and they were
> going to drain her blood? She couldn't run away, she couldn't have
> really stood up right now, but anything had to be better than the
> Masquerade, didn't it? She took a couple of deep breaths willing
> herself to relax.

Morgan laid her gently on the bed, an orderly showing up immediately.
"New patient ?"
Morgan nodded.
"Yeah she just showed up here invisible and right after I undo the
spell she passes out
on the doorstep. I think she's just in shock but I'm not medic."
The orderly nodded. "Not a problem, I'll give her a once-over and if
there's any thing funny,
I'll call the doc."
"Do that, also once the commander is out of the briefing room, and
you're sure she's stable
please let him know she's here."
"Standard procedure that."
Morganis just nodded again.

Then he took Marie's hand.
"Shall we ?"

OOC: Okay Suey, you can split Miranda out over here unless you want
her to say goodbye then these two can get on with patrol work. Take
over the orderly if you need to, then tag whoever is relevant.


-- 
"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 Sep 15 05:54:43 2004
From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Vantastic [tag Damien]
In-Reply-To: <20040914231635.67965.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com>
References: <200409141415.31080.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
  <20040914231635.67965.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04091421547d27b3cf@mail.gmail.com>

> > "I got everything I need dude. Let's rock'n roll."
> 
> "Pukka," Evan agreed, heading for the garage.
>
"Erm right." Said Damien to his back, not having a clue what 'Pukka'
as supposed to
even mean. As he headed to the door he stopped next to Stephanie who was still 
answering weapon's requests from various people. 
When there was a gap in the conversations he whispered to her.
"So do I get a goodbye kiss from my girlfriend like all the others did
as well ?"
he spoke very softly, those who saw could probably guess it was
something intimate, but
only her cat ears could pick it up, and even then only because he was
right  next to her.

tag

-- 
"You have to be on the side of the underdog.
Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because
he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet.

From ajventer at gmail.com  Wed Sep 15 05:56:02 2004
From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Science
In-Reply-To: <20040914231814.13927.qmail@web53106.mail.yahoo.com>
References: <7f39e5bc0409140952674a4100@mail.gmail.com>
  <20040914231814.13927.qmail@web53106.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04091421562aa599f2@mail.gmail.com>

> >> Commander, Captain Luken, can you think of anyone
> >> who would have the scientific knowledge to do
> this?"
> > Sullivan nodded. "There are few at least. I'll do
> > some research on the computer tonight look up our
> > last known locations and activities of the likeliest
> > ones and get back to you if I find anything."
> 
> Gabe looked across, having been involved with his
> team, "yes, keep me in the loop, just to make sure my
> names match up with yours," he chipped in.

"That was the plan yes.If you have a bit of quiter time while out
there, buzz me on the
com-link and we'll draw up a list together."

tag

-- 
"You have to be on the side of the underdog.
Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because
he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet.

From ajventer at gmail.com  Wed Sep 15 06:01:19 2004
From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - [tag Stephanie, Sal]
In-Reply-To: <20040914232158.49942.qmail@web53107.mail.yahoo.com>
References: <20040914232158.49942.qmail@web53107.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <7f39e5bc040914220125f3c32b@mail.gmail.com>

> >> Sal snorted. Powder her nose ? That ought to be
> >> the day. Just this once though she didn't say
> >> anything, after all she didn't want Gabe to change
> >> his mind. "So do I like get a gun or something ?"
> >> she asked full of eagerness.
> > Gun...in the hands of a rookie...  Natalia shot Gabe
> > a look that clearly said, 'no way in hell', though
> > she didn't verbally protest.  The thought
> > was...rather terrifying and she wasn't looking
> > forward to being 'accidentally' shot, which was all
> > too likely in this situation, at least in her
> > opinion.
> 
> Much to Natalia's relief Gabe shook his head, "No,
> sorry, not until you have put in the hours on the
> range and been certified." He looked across to where
> Stephanie was standing and called across, "Stephanie,
> can I sign out a Taser, just to carry in the car in
> case things get out of hand?" Looking back at Sal he
> asked, "would you be happy enough with a Taser? I know
> labradors are reknowned more for the ability to carry
> than damage with their bite. It will put someone off
> and can be fired over a short distance but is unlikely
> to be fatal."
> 
Sal frowned, curling her entire forehead up into a knot the way only
teenagers and
the eternally young at heart do who have never gotten the point of
being reserved.
"I'll just bet the baddies are carrying stuff that's 'unlikely to be
fatal'" she murmered...
then she perked up as an idea struck her.
"But eh, that's okay cos if there are any baddies around we got a
nice, big sexy, hunky
vampire captain to do the reall bad fighting. I'll just be you're
faithfull companion type tonight I figure."

Sullivan hung his head as he heard this. Today's kids.

tag

-- 
"You have to be on the side of the underdog.
Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because
he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet.

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Wed Sep 15 13:40:44 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Miranda]
In-Reply-To: <ef4c2c6d0409141407185f284f@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <20040915124044.38030.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com>

queenortart <queenortart@gmail.com> wrote:
> "Don't worry kiddo, the doc's will get you fixed up in no time, and then we'll see about helping you okay." he said softly.
> 
> Marie moved ahead of them, to get doors and make sure there was nothing to trip on on the stairs. "It's all right." The words were comforting and gentle. "Thank us after we've taken care of whatever has you spooked. It's what we do." She couldn't help but smile a little as she watched Morgan. Since he'd shared her blood there'd been something...different about him... She couldn't put a name to exactly what, but she saw it there.

Miranda smiled a tiny and very brief smile, hopeful that Victoria knew
what she was talking about.

They went upstairs, and into some sick of hospital ward, and she
suddenly wave of panic, what if this was some kind of experimentation
unit? What if they were all vampires except this woman, and they were
going to drain her blood? She couldn't run away, she couldn't have
really stood up right now, but anything had to be better than the
Masquerade, didn't it? She took a couple of deep breaths willing
herself to relax.<<

Jessie saw the trio come in and walked to the doorway to join them.  "That was a quick trip.  Who's your friend?"  She led them to a gurney and helped the new girl sit.

Tag Miranda, Morgan, Marie

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Wed Sep 15 13:43:31 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Science
In-Reply-To: <20040914231814.13927.qmail@web53106.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <20040915124331.40521.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com>

Mik Reed <mik_gotc@yahoo.co.uk> wrote:
>> Commander, Captain Luken, can you think of anyone
>> who would have the scientific knowledge to do
this?"
> Sullivan nodded. "There are few at least. I'll do
> some research on the computer tonight look up our 
> last known locations and activities of the likeliest
> ones and get back to you if I find anything."

Gabe looked across, having been involved with his
team, "yes, keep me in the loop, just to make sure my
names match up with yours," he chipped in.<<

Jessie nodded.  "Thanks, both of you," she said.  "I'll focus my attention on the...the necromancer.  I'll be in the infirmary if you should need me, Commander."  With a quick wave to the group, she was gone.

Tag?

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Wed Sep 15 13:46:50 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - [tag Stephanie, Sal]
In-Reply-To: <20040914232158.49942.qmail@web53107.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <20040915124650.67813.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com>

Mik Reed <mik_gotc@yahoo.co.uk> wrote:
>> Sal snorted. Powder her nose ? That ought to be
>> the day. Just this once though she didn't say 
>> anything, after all she didn't want Gabe to change
>> his mind. "So do I like get a gun or something ?"
>> she asked full of eagerness.
> Gun...in the hands of a rookie... Natalia shot Gabe
> a look that clearly said, 'no way in hell', though
> she didn't verbally protest. The thought
> was...rather terrifying and she wasn't looking
> forward to being 'accidentally' shot, which was all
> too likely in this situation, at least in her
> opinion.

>>Much to Natalia's relief Gabe shook his head, "No,
sorry, not until you have put in the hours on the
range and been certified." He looked across to where
Stephanie was standing and called across, "Stephanie,
can I sign out a Taser, just to carry in the car in
case things get out of hand?" Looking back at Sal he
asked, "would you be happy enough with a Taser? I know
labradors are reknowned more for the ability to carry
than damage with their bite. It will put someone off
and can be fired over a short distance but is unlikely
to be fatal."<<

"When we have a little time, I'll take you out on the firing range," Meg said to Sal.  "Callum wanted some shooting time, and we can all work down there together.  If you'd like to learn, that is."

"I'd love to hang with a pistol-packin' mama," Wendy whispered in Sal's ear.

Tag

OOC:  I had a post under Desperate Times where Meg's waiting at the car, whenever you guys are ready to move this out there.

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Wed Sep 15 13:54:22 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Miranda]
In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04091421503d7eeabe@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <20040915125422.39265.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com>

OOC:  OOPS!  This is what comes of not reading all your e-mail before responding.  Just ignore the post from Jessie to this thread.  She'll come down in the Science thread after Morgan and Marie have left, I guess...

"A.J. Venter" <ajventer@gmail.com> wrote:> > "Don't worry kiddo, the doc's will get you fixed up in no time, and then we'll see about helping you okay." he said softly.
> >
> > Marie moved ahead of them, to get doors and make sure there was nothing to trip on on the stairs. "It's all right." The words were comforting and gentle. "Thank us after we've taken care of whatever has you spooked. It's what we do." She couldn't help but smile a little as she watched Morgan. Since he'd shared her blood there'd been something...different about him... She couldn't put a name to exactly what, but she saw it there.
> 
> Miranda smiled a tiny and very brief smile, hopeful that Victoria knew
> what she was talking about.
> 
> They went upstairs, and into some sick of hospital ward, and she
> suddenly wave of panic, what if this was some kind of experimentation
> unit? What if they were all vampires except this woman, and they were
> going to drain her blood? She couldn't run away, she couldn't have
> really stood up right now, but anything had to be better than the
> Masquerade, didn't it? She took a couple of deep breaths willing
> herself to relax.

Morgan laid her gently on the bed, an orderly showing up immediately.
"New patient ?"
Morgan nodded.
"Yeah she just showed up here invisible and right after I undo the
spell she passes out
on the doorstep. I think she's just in shock but I'm not medic."
The orderly nodded. "Not a problem, I'll give her a once-over and if
there's any thing funny,
I'll call the doc."
"Do that, also once the commander is out of the briefing room, and
you're sure she's stable
please let him know she's here."
"Standard procedure that."
Morganis just nodded again.

Then he took Marie's hand.
"Shall we ?"

OOC: Okay Suey, you can split Miranda out over here unless you want
her to say goodbye then these two can get on with patrol work. Take
over the orderly if you need to, then tag whoever is relevant.


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Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because
he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet.
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From queenortart at gmail.com  Wed Sep 15 17:07:56 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Miranda]
In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04091421503d7eeabe@mail.gmail.com>
References: <767699849536676512@unknownmsgid>
  <ef4c2c6d0409141407185f284f@mail.gmail.com>
  <7f39e5bc04091421503d7eeabe@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d040915090726a7bcae@mail.gmail.com>

> Morgan laid her gently on the bed, an orderly showing up immediately.
> "New patient ?"
> Morgan nodded.
> "Yeah she just showed up here invisible and right after I undo the
> spell she passes out
> on the doorstep. I think she's just in shock but I'm not medic."
> The orderly nodded. "Not a problem, I'll give her a once-over and if
> there's any thing funny,
> I'll call the doc."
> "Do that, also once the commander is out of the briefing room, and
> you're sure she's stable
> please let him know she's here."
> "Standard procedure that."
> Morganis just nodded again.
> 
> Then he took Marie's hand.
> "Shall we ?"

Miranda smiled her thanks to them, but towards Morganis there was the
air of a crocodile smile to it. She was inwardly very relieved to not
be in his arms anymore.

The orderly wrapped her in a blanket, and stuck a digital thermometer
in her ear. When he drew it out he tutted a little, but it was a
gentle tutt at her situation rather than at her.

"You're a bit cold right now, I think the doc should have a look at
you, and what have you been doing to your feet?" he said kindly.

He gently pulled the shoes off, taking tremendous care not to hurt her
if he could avoid it and placed a disposable sheet onto the bed covers
for her to rest them on. Then he pulled another cellular blanket
across her, and stuck his head out into the hallway to see if Jessie
was finished.

Tag Jessie

-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From ajventer at direqlearn.org  Wed Sep 15 17:34:07 2004
From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] And yet more posting delays
Message-ID: <200409151834.07919.ajventer@direqlearn.org>

Today some butwipe from AOL cracked my server using an old password left there 
my predecessor. This means I am now redoing servers, to undo the damage he 
did. He didn't hurt data but he messed up about half the OS.

This is time I should have been working on the crucial demo I'm doing this 
Friday. Which means long nights ahead quite possibly.

My posting will be on/off at best until at least Friday, probably Monday.

Sorry
A.J.
-- 
A.J Venter
Lead Developer, DireqLearn 
082 726 5103
http://www.direqlearn.org
http://www.direqlearn.net/olce
http://silentcoder.blogsite.org

From queenortart at gmail.com  Wed Sep 15 18:48:23 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] And yet more posting delays
In-Reply-To: <200409151834.07919.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
References: <200409151834.07919.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d04091510485155ba8e@mail.gmail.com>

I shall smite him by proxy for you... 


On Wed, 15 Sep 2004 18:34:07 +0200, A.J. Venter <ajventer@direqlearn.org> wrote:
> Today some butwipe from AOL cracked my server using an old password left there
> my predecessor. This means I am now redoing servers, to undo the damage he
> did. He didn't hurt data but he messed up about half the OS.
> 
> This is time I should have been working on the crucial demo I'm doing this
> Friday. Which means long nights ahead quite possibly.
> 
> My posting will be on/off at best until at least Friday, probably Monday.
> 
> Sorry
> A.J.
> --
> A.J Venter
> Lead Developer, DireqLearn
> 082 726 5103
> http://www.direqlearn.org
> http://www.direqlearn.net/olce
> http://silentcoder.blogsite.org
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> 



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"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From queenortart at gmail.com  Wed Sep 15 19:05:54 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Stephanie, Callum]
In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc0409142132319dc4db@mail.gmail.com>
References: <822953940456948660@unknownmsgid>
  <7f39e5bc0409142132319dc4db@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d040915110573bed58b@mail.gmail.com>

> Jay nodded. "Now that sounds like just what we need. I knew we could
> count on you.
> If it wasn't for you, the guardians staffing shortage would be a lot
> worse than it is."

Callum raised an eyebrow. This was all just so different from
Scotland. He'd thought that joining the investigative division would
mean looking stuff up, extrapolating data, maybe going and questioning
people.

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.

Tag Jay

-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From queenortart at gmail.com  Wed Sep 15 22:09:15 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Caffeine Break JP Joy and Rebecca
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d04091514095b936c32@mail.gmail.com>

OOC - Timeframe this takes place Friday am.

It was all going pretty well, Joy had completed an overview of her
entire thesis, having started by re-reading every chapter
introduction, summary and conclusion. She was now going through
selecting the parts which she knew she couldn't remember properly, or
which she thought it was likely she would be interrogated on.

When she reached the end of the fourth chapter, which dealt with
analysis techniques, she was sufficiently satisfied to look at her
watch and justify a coffee break.

She wandered down to the diner, after closing the door to the study
room tightly behind her, and ordered a cappuccino. She took it and
went to sit at a table, but noticed there was another occupant of the
diner, a formally dressed brunette.

She was pretty sure it was the English woman that Jethro had
mentioned. She was normally extremely reticent to start conversations,
but there was no-one else around, and she really fancied talking to
someone else about England. It had been a long time since they had
left with Isaac to move to America.

She approached her, and asked "I hope you don't mind me asking but are
you Ms Drake?"

Rebecca looked up to into the greenest eyes she had ever seen; jade
orbs embedded in china porcelain skin on a face finely etched with a
bone structure, which to be frank, Rebecca would have died for.  "Yes,
I am" She smiled encouragingly. Rebecca could see the reticence in the
woman's stance, the dark non-descript clothing a size too large
coupled with that face signalled someone who did not like to draw
attention to herself. "can I help you?"

"I'm sorry to bother you," Joy looked like she wanted to hide under
the table "if you want to be on your own then I can go away, it's just
the Commander told me you were from England, and though I know I don't
sound like it anymore I came over from there 20 years ago. I just
wanted to touch base with someone from home. I'm Joy Grace by the way"
she held out her hand.

"Oh Jonathan's friend" Rebecca smiled broadly, a deliberately warm
smile to reassure Joy, she looked ready to bolt.  She shook the
offered hand "Please, sit down."

Joy's face went white, "Er yes," she fell into the chair rather than
sitting down, and her coffee slopped into the saucer, as she dropped
it onto the table. "You've met him then?"

Rebecca was slightly surprised by Joy's reaction, "Yes, I have - bit
of a charmer isn't he?" she kept her tone light hearted, an amused
smile played across her face. So much for Joy being just a friend,
this must be the "other woman" she thought and to be honest she
couldn't blame the bloke. Rebecca started to wonder why Jonathan would
have jeopardised a relationship with Joy for an hour of fun with her,
when she recalled out of the blue almost, that he had described her as
the commander's lover.  Rebecca felt a slight chill descend upon her,
how could Joy let a dead thing touch her - how could any woman?  The
smile wavered for a just a moment as Rebecca fought to maintain her
composure - no wonder Jonathan was upset.

The smile relaxed Joy a little, and she stopped gripping the edges of
the chair, looking down at the table she missed the change in
Rebecca's expression. "You must have experienced that captivating
little smile he has to charm women?"

Rebecca chuckled, a low bubbly sound, "Oh yes" she nodded allowing
herself a moment to smile at the memory.

Joy smiled across at her, feeling a commonality. When it came down to
it there were few things that linked women together like the shared
understanding of a particularly unendearing trait in a man. "And his
little dog lost look?"

Rebecca's laughter became slightly more raucous, "That too." Her
reaction to his puppy dog look was most certainly not what he had been
expecting.  She was tempted to take the conversation further but
resisted, that would be unfair to Jonathan, instead she rolled her
eyes and uttered the word that women worldwide can imbue with a myriad
of meanings. "Men!"

Joy laughed as well, "Oh yeah, I'm with you!"

She leant into the table, and put some sugar into her coffee. Then she
stirred it and sipped it.

"Whereabouts do you come from, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I'm from a little town near Manchester, how about you?"  Rebecca took
a sip of her coffee grateful that the conversation was moving on.

"Oh just down the motorway, whereabouts exactly? I grew up in
Bradford, well Manningham to be exact. I was there till I was seven
then I moved over here with my mother."

Manningham, the place name was familar for some reason but Rebecca had
never been there or known anyone else who had, in fact she couldn't
say she knew anything about the place.  She pushed the notion to one
side, it would come to her eventually.  "Mmm, I think I've heard of
it."  Rebecca considered Joy, it looked like small talk was the order
of the day, all her recent communications had been more fraught - she
could manage small talk, for a while at least. "So it must have been a
bit of a shock moving over here, or did you not really take it in?"

Joy sipped her coffee, wondering what exactly she could say, she'd
discussed more of her private life in the last few days than in her
whole life. She dropped her hands into her lap under the table,
talking about the past was a risk, and she didn't want to risk her
hands shaking in front of a stranger.

"I was seven, and I moved from a real awful bit of Bradford to the
Appalachians. We'd lived with druggies, and prostitutes, and the
shadow of the Yorkshire Ripper, to this huge green place, where the
sky went on forever. It was the quietest place I've ever been. In the
autumn I used to sit outside and just listen to the leaves falling.
Have you ever done that?"

It was a picturesque image, one that Rebecca could well imagine
herself but not something she had ever experienced directly.  "No I
haven't, so it was a pleasant change?" Rebecca continued the small
talk while the name Manningham continued to lurk in the recesses of
her memory.  Mention of the Yorkshire Ripper reinforced the
impression, but that wasn't the link - it was  tantalisingly close -
there was a report introduction..."still under the shadow of the
Yorkshire Ripper, Manningham a deprived area blah blah."  It was
frustrating, she'd been having full colour flashbacks for days of
things which she had totally forgotten and here was something she was
trying to remember dancing just out of reach.

Joy wasn't used to talking to someone who was even more closed up than
she was. She was used to being the one with monosyllabic answers. It
was incredibly disconcerting.

"Er, yes in some ways." She looked at her coffee, the sprinkling of
chocolate on the top was beginning to dissolve. Her thoughts abruptly
shifted from the landscape, the millions of trees, the buzz of the
bees, the swooping of the turkey buzzards. She thought about the
buildings, and the occupants. The shouting, the punishments, the
endless bible sessions, the smell of cordite from the weapons lessons.
Any remaining trace of a smile had evaporated.

Rebecca could see that the discussion was making Joy uncomfortable,
from the way she hid her hands to how her eyes moved following what
ever path of memory she was taking.  As Joy's smile faded, she
prepared herself for the distraction question that was inevitably
coming, the one she herself would ask if she were Joy. Her fingers
slid through the handle of her mug.

"So why are you in America?" that came out a little more bluntly than
Joy would have intended.

Rebecca continued the smooth movement without hesitation, bringing the
mug to her lips and taking a long slow swallow of her lukewarm coffee.
Should she answer the question honestly, it was in her nature to do
so?  Rebecca cradled the coffee mug in both hands, her elbows resting
on the table top - completely comfortable in the moment of silence as
it dragged out.  She looked directly at Joy, seeing small signs of
consternation, knowing that any moment now that Joy would blurt out an
apology or failing that just dash away.  She met Joy's eyes, green
eyes, Daniel's eyes were hazel but sometimes in the right light they
looked green not this vivid almost luminous colour but a dark woodland
- shrouded and unknown.  - I guess he really was unknown - the thought
made her sad not angry as if she was mourning for a long lost love not
someone she had been passionate about a mere month ago.

"I don't like vampires or other things," Rebecca finally answered,
"I'm here to, I guess the technical term would be Get Over It." She
smiled and shrugged.

Joy shifted very slightly in her chair, pushing the instinctive
reaction to just leave down inside. Her heart rate was up, and she
could feel a prickle of sweat on her neck. She should never have
started this conversation. She reviewed her own situation. Sister of a
Lycan, partner of a Vampire, gee they had so much in common. She
swallowed, and told herself to be calm.

"I've not had much experience of them. Really just the people I've met
here. It seems like they are all individuals. Like people really."

She lifted her hand to pick up her coffee, but saw how much it was
shaking and dropped it back to her lap. She flicked a glance at the
woman wondering if she had noticed, then stared at her coffee, and
took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you. I think I should take my
coffee upstairs"

Rebecca sighed softly, it seemed that she made just about everyone
uncomfortable here.  "I know they're just like people - it's my
problem." She shrugged again placing her mug carefully on the table. 
"I can see I'm making you nervous," she smiled ruefully, "I seem to
have that affect on people here - it's just that I don't believe in
pussy footing around, I have a problem; sooner or later everyone here
will know that, so I may as well be up front about it." Rebecca
couldn't remember ever feeling as isolated as she did now, she was
starting to wonder how being here would help her.  "Please, don't let
me keep you I won't be offended if you want to be somewhere else." She
gazed back down at her mug, deliberately giving Joy the privacy to
withdraw.

Joy kicked herself, this was like Terry all over again. She really had
to learn to deal with other people, overcome her fears of opening up.
She felt defensive about both Jethro, and Zak, and it crossed her mind
that if she could get this woman to talk to her, maybe her own
acceptance might rub off on her a little.

"I'm sorry, you just made me think about some things in my past I'm
not very comfortable with, and I guess that's the same for you. Shall
we start this whole conversation again?"

She held out her hand again, "I'm Joy Grace, I was a research chemist
in Charlottesville, I came here to join the Guardians after my brother
Zak was killed. I'm going to be working in the investigation division,
after I've been back to Virginia to defend my PhD thesis on Monday."

There, something in that list should give them something safer to talk about.

Rebecca looked up slightly startled, she hadn't expected Joy to
remain.  As Joy recited her introduction two names appeared from the
darkness; Gilana and Zakai.  Rebecca couldn't quite recall the full
details but there was enough there, something about a recruitment
drive sweeping up families in the UK only to end in tragedy several
years later.  She'd have to check her room later; see if she could get
online and access CAIN's database.

She studied Joy's face, if she was one of the children she was
thinking about, then the death of her brother would have been a double
blow.  "I'm sorry for your loss" the rote phrase nevertheless carried
a stamp of sincerity.  Rebecca paused for a moment and then decided to
respond in kind. She reached across and clasped Joy's Hand, "Hi, I'm
Rebecca Drake" she pitched her voice at the same almost sing song
level as an addict attending narcotics anonymous for the first time.
"I was a forensic psychologist, but I've mainly worked as an
investigator for a private organisation.  I'm here because I was
attacked by a vampire, saw my lover change into a werewolf,
disappeared for three days and woke up a bigot."  Rebecca nodded once
and smiled, "I think that just about covers it." she released her grip
on Joy's hand and sat back in her chair, screwing up her face in a
look of mock terror.  "Eww PhD review, I got mine a while ago, perhaps
I can help?"

The two women both seemed to relax as they found a subject they could
both talk about without digging down into places they didn't want to
go to. More coffee was ordered and drunk, strategies were planned,
Rebecca had several suggestions about how to bring out the best in her
defence, whilst acknowledging the examiners concerns. She described
the structure her interview had taken, which seemed to be pretty
universal, and they talked about the possibilities of a curved ball
hitting her. Joy made some mental notes, and when Rebecca suggested a
website she should take a look at suggested they go back to the
computer lab where she could bring it up on the screen.



 

-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From queenortart at gmail.com  Wed Sep 15 22:16:22 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] IT Support JP Rebecca & Joy + Ratso after caffeine break
In-Reply-To: <ef4c2c6d040915111711ffc483@mail.gmail.com>
References: <ef4c2c6d040915110976d414e8@mail.gmail.com>
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  <ef4c2c6d040915111711ffc483@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d040915141679faf7a6@mail.gmail.com>

Rebecca followed Joy as she made her way to the computer labs.   She felt
more relaxed than she had for weeks, it was probably the first conversation
she had for ages which didn't involve talk of the supernatural, well except
for Jonathan, but that encounter had been odd on a whole different level.

It was also the first time in a while that something had piqued her
interest.  For the last month she had been completely self-obsessed,
spending hours brooding over what had happened.  The sudden reimergence of
her own natural curiosity was something to be nurtured and encouraged.
Rebecca didn't want to pry, she had no intention of letting Joy know that
perhaps she was more familar with her past than a stranger should be.  No,
it was just a comfort that at some level the old grey matter was still
operating; making connections and pursuing avenues of investigation.  It did
not occur to Rebecca that she would be better served assessing her own
situation, her mind neatly sidestepped the most obvious question of "what
happened to me?"  Instead she resolved to access the CAIN network, she was
positive she had read in something in the archives about a Gilana and Zakai.

When they got into the room Joy apologied profusely for the profusion
of papers on the floor in well organised piles. On the desk sat more
papers, and a whole selection of highlighters in various colours.
Behind all of that was the bound PhD. It all looked like no less than
a military operation.


"Joy, do you know if you can access the web from our own rooms? I have a lap
top and want to get onto the mainframe back home."

"I think so, but you know the person you need to talk to is Corporal
Rizzoli, he sorted all this stuff out in here for me, I know I can get
access from the machine in my room, I just didn't want to shift
everything now it's all laid out on the desk here. I've got a kind of
system of my own, which is best served by having a huge desk and a
floor to spread out on."

She pulled up the website Rebecca had been talking about, which looked
like it could be very useful, and saved it into her list under PhD -
Additional Resources.

"He's probably downstairs, or I could try getting him on the phone I
think he said dial 2"

She picked up the phone and pushed the button.

Rebecca cursed to herself as Joy picked up the phone, she'd almost forgotten
where she was, the corporal's name was an unpleasant reminder.

Within moments a voice answered, "Rizzoli here, what can I do for ya?"

Joy smiled at Rebecca "It's Joy Grace here, I've got Rebecca Drake
with me and she wants to sort out using her laptop to get internet
access in her
room. I thought you'd be the person for her to talk to?"

"Dat would be me.  Tell her dis whole place has wireless capabilities,
so she can use her laptop anywhere.  Her room should already be set." 
Joy could hear the sound of fingers rapidly tapping on keys.  "Yep,
it's up, got turned on as soon as she was assigned.  I tink she was
kinda tired when she was here first, so she probably didn't notice. 
Sound good?"

"Does to me. You've got wireless connection?" she asked Rebecca, "it
should just work if you have."

Rebecca nodded, grateful that she wouldn't have to meet face to face again
with Rizzoli just yet. "I may as well head back to my room and check it
out - leave you to get on with your work."  Rebecca held out her hand rather
formally, "It was nice to meet you Joy, let me know how you get on."

Joy shook her hand again, the third time today. Getting to be habit forming.

"Thanks for your help Rebecca, and thanks very much Mr Rizzoli," she
said into the phone. "She's going to try it and I guess will ring you
if there's a problem."

Rebecca smiled in what she hoped looked like agreement and left the room.

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Thu Sep 16 04:19:25 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Possible MAJOR posting delay
Message-ID: <20040916031925.49871.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com>

Guys,
 
In case you don't keep up with the weather on this side of the pond, there's a big ol' hurricaine heading for Mobile, AL.  It should be here in Atlanta in a day or two.  So, of course, if we lose power, I'll be offline  until it's back.  Hopefully it won't be too bad here.
 
Kat

From jenarey at comcast.net  Thu Sep 16 07:43:33 2004
From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Miranda]
Message-ID: <091620040643.10792.414936150008B8D700002A282200761438970A9D
  0E020A06@comcast.net>

Then he took Marie's hand. "Shall we ?" 

Marie nodded, curling her fingers around his and giving Miranda a final comforting glance.  "Yeah.  Let's move.  Good luck, Miss.  I'm sure we'll all run into each other again."  She squeezed Morgan's fingers, leading him back towards the stairs and the door beyond.  "Strange girl..."

From ajventer at direqlearn.org  Thu Sep 16 07:54:46 2004
From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Possible MAJOR posting delay
In-Reply-To: <20040916031925.49871.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com>
References: <20040916031925.49871.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <200409160854.48404.ajventer@direqlearn.org>

Oi oi, scary stuff that !
I hope nothing bad happens.

/me counts his blessings for a country that's only ever had one earthquake and 
one hurrican and both of those about 600km's from where I am (in different 
directions too)

Okay, that aside. I'll be holding thumbs for everyone there but especially you 
that it won't be too bad.

A.J.
On Thursday, 16 September 2004 05:19, Kathy Perkins wrote:
> Guys,
>
> In case you don't keep up with the weather on this side of the pond,
> there's a big ol' hurricaine heading for Mobile, AL.  It should be here in
> Atlanta in a day or two.  So, of course, if we lose power, I'll be offline 
> until it's back.  Hopefully it won't be too bad here.
>
> Kat
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From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com  Thu Sep 16 07:56:29 2004
From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Possible MAJOR posting delay
In-Reply-To: <20040916031925.49871.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <EFEBKLJCODPFLLDIDGMAGEDCJFAA.sue.t.lee@btinternet.com>

In case you don't keep up with the weather on this side of the pond, there's
a big ol' hurricaine heading for Mobile, AL.  It should be here in Atlanta
in a day or two.  So, of course, if we lose power, I'll be offline  until
it's back.  Hopefully it won't be too bad here.

Have seen the pictures of the big swirly cloud stuff. Not nice.
Stay safe there Hon

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Thu Sep 16 12:58:00 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie)
In-Reply-To: <ef4c2c6d040915090726a7bcae@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <20040916115800.70475.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com>

queenortart <queenortart@gmail.com> wrote:
> Morgan laid her gently on the bed, an orderly showing up immediately.
> "New patient ?"
> Morgan nodded.
> "Yeah she just showed up here invisible and right after I undo the
> spell she passes out
> on the doorstep. I think she's just in shock but I'm not medic."
> The orderly nodded. "Not a problem, I'll give her a once-over and if
> there's any thing funny,
> I'll call the doc."
> "Do that, also once the commander is out of the briefing room, and
> you're sure she's stable
> please let him know she's here."
> "Standard procedure that."
> Morganis just nodded again.
> 
> Then he took Marie's hand.
> "Shall we ?"

>Miranda smiled her thanks to them, but towards Morganis there was the
air of a crocodile smile to it. She was inwardly very relieved to not
be in his arms anymore.

The orderly wrapped her in a blanket, and stuck a digital thermometer
in her ear. When he drew it out he tutted a little, but it was a
gentle tutt at her situation rather than at her.

"You're a bit cold right now, I think the doc should have a look at
you, and what have you been doing to your feet?" he said kindly.

He gently pulled the shoes off, taking tremendous care not to hurt her
if he could avoid it and placed a disposable sheet onto the bed covers
for her to rest them on. Then he pulled another cellular blanket
across her, and stuck his head out into the hallway to see if Jessie
was finished.<

Jessie was just heading for the infirmary when the orderly flagged her down.  She nodded and waved, then joined him at Miranda's side.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Sinclair," she said.  "How are you feeling today?"  She gently lifted Miranda's wrist and began to take her pulse.

Tag Miranda

From queenortart at gmail.com  Thu Sep 16 16:44:04 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Retail Therapy Pt 1 - JP Terry and Joy - Thursday pm
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d04091608442afa543f@mail.gmail.com>

OOC This takes place Thursday afternoon 

Joy collected up her wallet with her single credit card in it, and the
last of her change. She needed to see if the ATM would spit some money
at her, it would take her into the red for the first time in a long
time, but the emergency overdraft facitility was there for such
eventualities, and now she was confident that she would have some
funds to repay it with down the line. Taking a cab to drop off her
designs had blow out pretty much everything she had. Thank goodness
for Plastic! She was going to have a small splurge and then clear it
off later.

She glanced down at her arm again, seeing the smooth unblemished skin,
and felt a bubbling of pleasure in her stomach. The thought of wearing
something without long constricting sleeves and a high neck was just
glorious.

She knocked on Terry's door.

Terry opened the door. She was dressed in a short silk robe and was in
the process of towelling off her long dark hair. "Joy! Come on in.
Just finishing getting dressed. It won't take me a minute."

She held the door open, then turned back to her dresser to pull out clothes. 

"Did you need to borrow anything before we get a chance to shop? I
think we're the same size."

Joy was a little startled that Terry seemed perfectly at ease
wandering around in just a robe, with her in the room, whilst she got
dressed but she guessed her background as a stripper made her like
that.

"Will I do like this?" She waved a hand across herself, dressed in a
dull pair of jeans, and a long sleeved T Shirt with the arms pushed up
to her elbows. It looked like they'd been bought for someone a good
size larger, and the jeans were held up with a belt pulled tight,
which appeared to have had an extra hole roughly made in it.

"Yeah, that should be ok," Terry said. "We won't go anywhere too
ritzy. Besides, they're used to actors and people like that at the
posh shops. They dress any way they like."

"I need to stop at the bank at some point, I'm out of cash. Where are
we going to go to? I have no idea about shops here. I'd like a frock,
and maybe some work type clothes to wear here, and some erm,
underwear, and maybe a nightie."

Terry finished drying her hair, then got dressed, not bothering to go
into another room. "I think we can set you up. I have a shop in mind
for your leathers. It's mostly for bikers, but they get a few S&M
types. As to the nightie, that all depends what look you want. I can
find you severely puritanical to kinky and anything inbetween."

"Erm..." Joy had turned round when Terry started dressing, and was a
bit taken aback at the way Terry could just talk about these things so
openly. "Erm, I don't know, I guess something pretty, I'd like to look
like I can dress in girl clothes, rather than a pair of tartan flannel
pyjamas, I guess." She blushed.

Terry zipped her jeans and stepped into a pair of knee-high soft
leather boots. Her cropped t-shirt was covered by a knee length
leather coat that matched the boots. Joy probably noticed her putting
on underwear, but the lack of a bra was  obvious. "Ready to go! We can
hit an ATM on the way out. I called one of the vampire cabbies, just
in case there's trouble."

"And Jethro is taking me out to dinner tonight, so ... I need
something pretty to wear, and I wondered if you could help me do
something with my hair, and I guess my face. I wouldn't know where to
start."

Joy blushed a little, embarassed more by her admission that she was
unprepared to look like a girl going on a date than anything else. The
kind of men she'd been involved with didn't tend to take her on dates.

Terry grinned approvingly. "You go, girl! We can definately find you
something for that. Come on, we're wasting valuable retail time. 
Heck, we can even hit the Garment District while we're out and get
some stuff wholesale! We'll get makeup and hair things, too. How long
do we have before your date?"

"He said Eight, so the whole afternoon really." 

"That doesn't give us a lot of time, but should be enough. We need to
limit ourselves to a couple of stops, then." Terry walked around Joy
appraisingly. She stopped, thought for a minute, then snapped her
fingers. "Talbot's!" she said. "It'll be perfect! They should have
everything we need. We'll go there first, then hit the leather shop on
the way back. I was there a few days ago, and I saw at least two
dresses that'll to just great for you tonight!"

She called the cab company and asked them to have a car around in
about five minutes. "Ready?"

Joy squirmed as Terry checked her out, it was all very disconcerting.
She personally thought that several hours was more than enough to go
shopping in. How long did Terry anticipate buying stuff was going to
take? Or maybe putting her hair up and putting some lipstick on was
going to take forever. This was all a bit bizarre.

She nodded, silently, wondering what she had let herself in for...

By the time the two girls got downstairs, the cab was waiting.  Terry
opened the back door and allowed Joy to get in before sliding in
herself.  "Hello, Sean," she said to the driver.

"Hello, ladies," the man replied with a light Irish brogue.  "Where
can I take you today?"

"Talbots, please, and hurry.  We have some serious shopping. 

Joy settled back into the seat, thinking this whole experience
oscillated between eating Lemon Cheesecake on the enjoyment side and
being prodded with a Very Sharp Stick. Enjoying something, whilst
being so incredibly apprehensive about how it might progress, reminded
her of being with Jethro in so many ways.

She took a deep breath, and ran through the list of what she might
need vocalising it for Terry, counting them on her fingers.

"So.... Frock... Underwear... Nightwear... Make up... Hair...
Leathers... Anything else?"

-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From jenarey at comcast.net  Thu Sep 16 17:32:01 2004
From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Jay. Damien for a mo  :)]
Message-ID: <091620041632.11516.4149C00100068E0A00002CFC2200745672970A9D
  0E020A06@comcast.net>

> Jay nodded. "Now that sounds like just what we need. I knew we could count on you. If it wasn't for you, the guardians staffing shortage would be a lot worse than it is."

The compliment made Stephanie blush, though she was pleased in some way.  In her opinion it would be best if her skills weren't require, but the truth was that they were.  She was just glad to see more folks coming home alive then in pieces.  "Thanks...just come by the workshop with me before leaving and I'll outfit you."

When there was a gap in the conversations Damien whispered to her. "So do I get a goodbye kiss from my girlfriend like all the others did as well ?" he spoke very softly, those who saw could probably guess it was something intimate, but only her cat ears could pick it up, and even then only because he was right  next to her.

Her ears perked, not able to fully turn towards him in their more human form, but still picking up on his question easily.  The faint blush of color returned to her skin, but they'd talked a bit about this...about letting their dating be an open thing and she'd decided she could deal with it.  The cat woman smiled faintly before nodding.  "Yes and no.  I don't do goodbye kisses...I could be talked into a...see you a bit later kiss, though."

From queenortart at gmail.com  Thu Sep 16 23:15:06 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie)
In-Reply-To: <20040916115800.70475.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com>
References: <ef4c2c6d040915090726a7bcae@mail.gmail.com>
  <20040916115800.70475.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d04091615158790aa8@mail.gmail.com>

> "Hi, I'm Dr. Sinclair," she said.  "How are you feeling today?"  She gently lifted Miranda's wrist and began to take her pulse.

Miranda looked at the doctor. She had a kind face, and appeared to be human. 

"I'm...c...c...cold" she said. Her teeth were chattering now she was
inside, and the adrenaline that had been keeping her going was no
longer necessary. "And m...m...my feet h...h...hurt, a lot."

Her face was terribly pale, and her lips were somewhat blue. The
bruise on her cheek stood out visibly against her skin.

"I didn't faint, I just felt a bit d...d...dizzy" she said in a very
small voice.

Tag 
-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk  Thu Sep 16 23:47:55 2004
From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Possible MAJOR posting delay
In-Reply-To: <EFEBKLJCODPFLLDIDGMAGEDCJFAA.sue.t.lee@btinternet.com>
Message-ID: <20040916224755.32480.qmail@web53104.mail.yahoo.com>

> Have seen the pictures of the big swirly cloud
> stuff. Not nice. Stay safe there Hon

Indeed, Mel's god daughter is living in Florida at the
moment and the first one hit a week after her first
baby had been born, they evacuated them before the
second one landed...

Mik.


	
	
		
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From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk  Fri Sep 17 12:10:05 2004
From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - [tag Natalia, Sal]
In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc040914220125f3c32b@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <20040917111005.67704.qmail@web53104.mail.yahoo.com>

> Sal frowned, curling her entire forehead up into a
> knot the way only teenagers and the eternally young
> at heart do who have never gotten the point of
> being reserved. "I'll just bet the baddies are 
> carrying stuff that's 'unlikely to be fatal'" she 
> murmered... then she perked up as an idea struck
her.
> "But eh, that's okay cos if there are any baddies
> around we got a nice, big sexy, hunky vampire 
> captain to do the real bad fighting. I'll just be 
> you're faithful companion type tonight I figure."

> Sullivan hung his head as he heard this. Today's
> kids.

Gabe flashed Sullivan a look of mirth and then
returned his eyes to Sal, "I am sure we can find
something to amuse you somewhere in tonights
proceedings. Next stop the car then." He turned to
Natalia, "Shall we?"

[tag Natalia, Sal]


	
	
		
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From jenarey at comcast.net  Fri Sep 17 22:35:54 2004
From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - [tag Natalia, Sal]
Message-ID: <091720042135.27930.414B58B9000BACD500006D1A2200734830970A9D
  0E020A06@comcast.net>

"But eh, that's okay cos if there are any baddies around we got a nice, big sexy, hunky vampire captain to do the real bad fighting. I'll just be you're faithful companion type tonight I figure."

Sullivan hung his head as he heard this. Today's kids.

> Gabe flashed Sullivan a look of mirth and then returned his eyes to Sal, "I am sure we can find something to amuse you somewhere in tonights
> proceedings. Next stop the car then." He turned to
> Natalia, "Shall we?"

Natalia couldn't help but allow an amused chuckle as Sal praised Gabe's many virtues.  As he turned her direction she gave him a formal bow.  "As the nice, big, sexy, hunky vampire captain commands."  She straightened and winked.  "And if you're going to do all the real bad fighting should I seek out a novel to bring with me?"

From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk  Sun Sep 19 23:00:04 2004
From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - [tag Natalia, Sal]
In-Reply-To: <091720042135.27930.414B58B9000BACD500006D1A2200734830970A9
  D  0E020A06@comcast.net>
Message-ID: <20040919220004.68544.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com>

> Natalia couldn't help but allow an amused chuckle as
> Sal praised Gabe's many virtues.  As he turned her
> direction she gave him a formal bow.  "As the nice,
> big, sexy, hunky vampire captain commands."  She
> straightened and winked.  "And if you're going to do
> all the real bad fighting should I seek out a novel
> to bring with me?"

"Might be a good idea, go for Rice, you can see if she
has caught any of my moves," he replied with a grin.

[tag]


	
	
		
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From ajventer at gmail.com  Mon Sep 20 18:03:13 2004
From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] F13 - [tag Natalia, Sal]
In-Reply-To: <20040919220004.68544.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com>
References: <20040919220004.68544.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04092010031b4dd216@mail.gmail.com>

On Sun, 19 Sep 2004 23:00:04 +0100 (BST), Mik Reed <mik_gotc@yahoo.co.uk> wrote:
> > Natalia couldn't help but allow an amused chuckle as
> > Sal praised Gabe's many virtues.  As he turned her
> > direction she gave him a formal bow.  "As the nice,
> > big, sexy, hunky vampire captain commands."  She
> > straightened and winked.  "And if you're going to do
> > all the real bad fighting should I seek out a novel
> > to bring with me?"
> 
> "Might be a good idea, go for Rice, you can see if she
> has caught any of my moves," he replied with a grin.
> 
Sal shook her head. "Rice who ?" she asked confusedly. Then a globe
made a connection.
"Oh you mean the lady who wrote queen of the scammed. Stupid movie that was but
LeStat was pretty hunky though... So we gonna go make the streets safe
for little werethingies or what ?"

tag
> 
> 
> 
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he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet.

From ajventer at gmail.com  Mon Sep 20 18:06:36 2004
From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Jay. Damien for a mo :)]
In-Reply-To: <-3838801347281352852@unknownmsgid>
References: <-3838801347281352852@unknownmsgid>
Message-ID: <7f39e5bc040920100675072f92@mail.gmail.com>

On Thu, 16 Sep 2004 16:32:01 +0000, jenarey@comcast.net
<jenarey@comcast.net> wrote:
> > Jay nodded. "Now that sounds like just what we need. I knew we could count on you. If it wasn't for you, the guardians staffing shortage would be a lot worse than it is."
> 
> The compliment made Stephanie blush, though she was pleased in some way.  In her opinion it would be best if her skills weren't require, but the truth was that they were.  She was just glad to see more folks coming home alive then in pieces.  "Thanks...just come by the workshop with me before leaving and I'll outfit you."

Jay nodded. "That's good." Then he gestured at Callum. "Tag along for gear ?"

> 
> When there was a gap in the conversations Damien whispered to her. "So do I get a goodbye kiss from my girlfriend like all the others did as well ?" he spoke very softly, those who saw could probably guess it was something intimate, but only her cat ears could pick it up, and even then only because he was right  next to her.
> 
> Her ears perked, not able to fully turn towards him in their more human form, but still picking up on his question easily.  The faint blush of color returned to her skin, but they'd talked a bit about this...about letting their dating be an open thing and she'd decided she could deal with it.  The cat woman smiled faintly before nodding.  "Yes and no.  I don't do goodbye kisses...I could be talked into a...see you a bit later kiss, though."

Damien smiled. "Works for me." he said softly, and leaning in pecked
her childishly on the cheek a mischievous glint in his eyes...


-- 
"You have to be on the side of the underdog.
Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because
he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet.

From ajventer at gmail.com  Mon Sep 20 18:12:16 2004
From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Miranda]
In-Reply-To: <577872131650746280@unknownmsgid>
References: <577872131650746280@unknownmsgid>
Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04092010122cc33efb@mail.gmail.com>

On Thu, 16 Sep 2004 06:43:33 +0000, jenarey@comcast.net
<jenarey@comcast.net> wrote:
> Then he took Marie's hand. "Shall we ?"
> 
> Marie nodded, curling her fingers around his and giving Miranda a final comforting glance.  "Yeah.  Let's move.  Good luck, Miss.  I'm sure we'll all run into each other again."  She squeezed Morgan's fingers, leading him back towards the stairs and the door beyond.  "Strange girl..."
> 
> 
A moment later they stepped into the basement.
"So have you decided how you would like to do this then ?" 
Morganis asked softly.

OOC: Sorry about all the short ones but things are a tad hectic again,
and it's release time
and others are having problems so I wanted to move the storylines on
but not too far.
Ciao
A.J.
-- 
"You have to be on the side of the underdog.
Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because
he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet.

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Mon Sep 20 20:57:21 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: Fwd: Re: [GOTC] Desperate Times (Gabe, Natalia, Sal, Wendy,
  Meg)
Message-ID: <20040920195721.85988.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com>

OOC:  I posted this a while back but never got a response.  Meg's at the car ready to go, so if you'll all respond to this, we can be on our way...

Kathy Perkins <katperk2001@yahoo.com> wrote:From: Kathy Perkins 
Subject: Re: [GOTC] Desperate Times (I think this is where this belongs)
To: gotc@lists.herald.co.uk
Date: Tue, 14 Sep 2004 04:46:47 -0700 (PDT)

Mik Reed wrote:

"Aye, aye, sir," Meg replied. She already had a bag with her from her room -- some of her weapons and a couple of changes of clothes, just in case. She hit the armoury and picked out a few heavy weapons, including some swords and other bladed weapons, then headed to the garage.

Checking the list of available vehicles, she chose a black Lincoln and signed it out. By the time the others arrived, she had stowed her gear and was ready to go.

Tag Sal, Gabe, Natalia

From queenortart at gmail.com  Mon Sep 20 22:53:05 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Jay. Damien for a mo :)]
In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc040920100675072f92@mail.gmail.com>
References: <-3838801347281352852@unknownmsgid>
  <7f39e5bc040920100675072f92@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d04092014537369605c@mail.gmail.com>

> > The compliment made Stephanie blush, though she was pleased in some way.  In her opinion it would be best if her skills weren't require, but the truth was that they were.  She was just glad to see more folks coming home alive then in pieces.  "Thanks...just come by the workshop with me before leaving and I'll outfit you."
> 
> Jay nodded. "That's good." Then he gestured at Callum. "Tag along for gear ?"

It was those weapon things again. There hadn't been any time for his
crash course in guns and all that, and his lack of enthusiasm was
palpable. But he wasn't going to say any of that to Jay.

"Aye, looks like you're going to be providing the brains, the
chauffeuring and the infantry on this though. I dinnae ken where to
start."

They made their way down the stairs towards the armoury, and
Stephanies's workshop


Tag Jay


-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Tue Sep 21 13:52:28 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie)
In-Reply-To: <ef4c2c6d04091615158790aa8@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <20040921125228.80816.qmail@web40506.mail.yahoo.com>

queenortart <queenortart@gmail.com> wrote:
>>Miranda looked at the doctor. She had a kind face, and appeared to be human. 

"I'm...c...c...cold" she said. Her teeth were chattering now she was
inside, and the adrenaline that had been keeping her going was no
longer necessary. "And m...m...my feet h...h...hurt, a lot."

Her face was terribly pale, and her lips were somewhat blue. The
bruise on her cheek stood out visibly against her skin.

"I didn't faint, I just felt a bit d...d...dizzy" she said in a very
small voice.<<

Jessie took the girl's pulse, then wrapped a blanket around her shoulders.  "Just lie back and relax," she said soothingly.  "We'll have you fixed up in no time."  

She began to remove Miranda's shoes.  "How did you get that bruise on your face?" she asked.

Tag Miranda

From queenortart at gmail.com  Tue Sep 21 17:03:23 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie)
In-Reply-To: <20040921125228.80816.qmail@web40506.mail.yahoo.com>
References: <ef4c2c6d04091615158790aa8@mail.gmail.com>
  <20040921125228.80816.qmail@web40506.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d040921090356f807a9@mail.gmail.com>

> Jessie took the girl's pulse, then wrapped a blanket around her shoulders.  "Just lie back and relax," she said soothingly.  "We'll have you fixed up in no time."
> 
> She began to remove Miranda's shoes.  "How did you get that bruise on your face?" she asked.

Miranda looked hard at the doctor wondering whether to trust her or
not. Victoria had said she should talk to these people, but if they
knew what Vi had done... What Connon had made her do....

"I w...work at the M...M...Masquerade. My b...b...boss, well I made
him angry. " she swallowed hard. "He's nn...not a very nice m..man.
Actually I gg...guess he's my ex b..boss now."

Tag 


-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Thu Sep 23 20:43:00 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie)
In-Reply-To: <ef4c2c6d040921090356f807a9@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <20040923194300.10024.qmail@web40522.mail.yahoo.com>

queenortart <queenortart@gmail.com> wrote:
>>Miranda looked hard at the doctor wondering whether to trust her or
not. Victoria had said she should talk to these people, but if they
knew what Vi had done... What Connon had made her do....

"I w...work at the M...M...Masquerade. My b...b...boss, well I made
him angry. " she swallowed hard. "He's nn...not a very nice m..man.
Actually I gg...guess he's my ex b..boss now."<<

"I reckon so."  Jessie brushed the girl's hair away ffrom her bruise.  "This'll heal, in time.  I'll clean up your feet.  Looks like you have some nasty blisters.  I'll drain them, then bandage them.  I'll keep you down here for a day or so, just until the blisters heal."

She examined the shoes.  "We'll see if we can get you some new shoes."  She had Miranda lie down, then covered her with another blanket.  "It's a little cold in here, but we'll get you warmed up.  Would you like some coffee or tea, something warm to drink?  Maybe a little something to eat?"

Taking one of the orderlies aside, she murmured, "James, why don't you get the commander?  He might want to talk to this young lady."  James hurried off to find Sullivan.

Tag Miranda (Sullivan can enter when he likes)

From queenortart at gmail.com  Thu Sep 23 21:21:13 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie)
In-Reply-To: <20040923194300.10024.qmail@web40522.mail.yahoo.com>
References: <ef4c2c6d040921090356f807a9@mail.gmail.com>
  <20040923194300.10024.qmail@web40522.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d04092313211ddcaff4@mail.gmail.com>

> 
> "I reckon so."  Jessie brushed the girl's hair away ffrom her bruise.  "This'll heal, in time.  I'll clean up your feet.  Looks like you have some nasty blisters.  I'll drain them, then bandage them.  I'll keep you down here for a day or so, just until the blisters heal."
> 
> She examined the shoes.  "We'll see if we can get you some new shoes."  She had Miranda lie down, then covered her with another blanket.  "It's a little cold in here, but we'll get you warmed up.  Would you like some coffee or tea, something warm to drink?  Maybe a little something to eat?"
> 
> Taking one of the orderlies aside, she murmured, "James, why don't you get the commander?  He might want to talk to this young lady."  James hurried off to find Sullivan.

"If you h...have any others to l...lend me you can throw my sh...hoes
away" Miranda said. She was warming up a bit now, and some colour was
coming back into her cheeks. "I never want to w...wear them again.
Horrible things.

She snuggled into the blanket a little, her teeth were behaving
themselves again, and her hands had stopped shaking. " They weren't
designed for walking a long way I know that. Thank you for the
blanket, that's so lovely. Could I, could I have some hot chocolate do
you think? And something to eat would be wonderful. Whatever's
easiest."


-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From queenortart at gmail.com  Thu Sep 23 22:11:12 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro)
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d04092314111969a0b@mail.gmail.com>

A private car pulled up outside the Guardian Headquarters, and an
elegant woman stepped out.

Locking the car securely, she patted down her fine white hair, elegant
coiffured, and putting her bag over her arm, she walked up the steps.
Her posture was extraordinary, no trace of the osteoporosis curved
spine of most of her acquaintances.

She glanced across at the keyswipe machine, and pursing her lips
nodded at it sharply. Her hand reached out and pressed the buzzer.


-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Sun Sep 26 23:24:33 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie)
In-Reply-To: <ef4c2c6d04092313211ddcaff4@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <20040926222433.13508.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com>

queenortart <queenortart@gmail.com> wrote:
>>"If you h...have any others to l...lend me you can throw my sh...hoes
away" Miranda said. She was warming up a bit now, and some colour was
coming back into her cheeks. "I never want to w...wear them again.
Horrible things.

She snuggled into the blanket a little, her teeth were behaving
themselves again, and her hands had stopped shaking. " They weren't
designed for walking a long way I know that. Thank you for the
blanket, that's so lovely. Could I, could I have some hot chocolate do
you think? And something to eat would be wonderful. Whatever's
easiest."<<

"We can do that," the doctor smiled.  "There isn't anything you could want that Muse couldn't make, I think.  We'll try soup first, though, and the hot chocolate, then see if you're still hungry."

She made a call to the kitchen for the food, then sent an orderly up to her room.  He came back with a pair of sneakers still in the box.  "Try those on," she said.  "I think you and I are about the same shoe size."  She gave the girl some scrubs and socks.  "There's a shower and changing room back there," she pointed, "if you'd like to clean up a bit.  After you've eaten, you can tell us what happened to you, if you want."

Tag

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Sun Sep 26 23:29:41 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro)
In-Reply-To: <ef4c2c6d04092314111969a0b@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <20040926222941.22712.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com>

queenortart <queenortart@gmail.com> wrote:
A private car pulled up outside the Guardian Headquarters, and an
elegant woman stepped out.

Locking the car securely, she patted down her fine white hair, elegant
coiffured, and putting her bag over her arm, she walked up the steps.
Her posture was extraordinary, no trace of the osteoporosis curved
spine of most of her acquaintances.

She glanced across at the keyswipe machine, and pursing her lips
nodded at it sharply. Her hand reached out and pressed the buzzer.


A voice came through the intercom just above the buzzer.  "Rizzoli here, can I help ya?"

Tag

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Sun Sep 26 23:56:06 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] OOC:  Desperate times thread
Message-ID: <20040926225606.7007.qmail@web40526.mail.yahoo.com>

Mik, AJ, Jena,
 
I've sent a post twice to the list that basically has Meg at the copmobile waiting to take the group out on patrol, but I've seen no responses to it.  Do I need to repost?
 
On another note, I wanted to apologize for my lack of participation recently.  RL has been kicking me in the teeth.  Now my husband's wanting me to exercise with him in the mornings, which is going to cut further into my computer time.  :/  I'm going to have to revamp my schedule and see how things go.  I'm also stage managing a play which opens in two weeks, so rehearsals are eating into my evenings.  Once the play opens, things will be a little easier.  Don't worry, though.  If I have to drop games, this one will be the last to go!
 
Kat

From queenortart at gmail.com  Mon Sep 27 11:04:46 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie)
In-Reply-To: <20040926222433.13508.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com>
References: <ef4c2c6d04092313211ddcaff4@mail.gmail.com>
  <20040926222433.13508.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d04092703047c34a50e@mail.gmail.com>

> "We can do that," the doctor smiled.  "There isn't anything you could want that Muse couldn't make, I think.  We'll try soup first, though, and the hot chocolate, then see if you're still hungry."

"Yes, please that sounds good." Miranda felt a strange being looked
after feeling and it was lovely.

> She made a call to the kitchen for the food, then sent an orderly up to her room.  He came back with a pair of sneakers still in the box.  "Try those on," she said.  "I think you and I are about the same shoe size."  She gave the girl some scrubs and socks.  "There's a shower and changing room back there," she pointed, "if you'd like to clean up a bit.  After you've eaten, you can tell us what happened to you, if you want."

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.

ooc - she'll be a few minutes - chat amongst yourselves... 8-) 
-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From queenortart at gmail.com  Mon Sep 27 11:16:39 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro)
In-Reply-To: <20040926222941.22712.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com>
References: <ef4c2c6d04092314111969a0b@mail.gmail.com>
  <20040926222941.22712.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <ef4c2c6d040927031673f00094@mail.gmail.com>

> A voice came through the intercom just above the buzzer.  "Rizzoli here, can I help ya?"

She leant into the microphone and spoke with a refined, just slightly
not quite American, accent. "Ah, Ratso, hello. It's Frances Endel
here, may I come in?"


Tag 
-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk  Mon Sep 27 16:07:49 2004
From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal]
In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04092010031b4dd216@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <20040927150749.86097.qmail@web53107.mail.yahoo.com>

> "So we gonna go make the streets safe for little 
> werethingies or what ?"

"Yes, I think Meg is waiting for us in the garage,"
Gabe replied.



	
	
		
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From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk  Mon Sep 27 16:15:39 2004
From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Re: Vantastic [tag Meg]
Message-ID: <20040927151539.421.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com>

Evan arrived down in the car park, he could see Meg
stood next to a non-descript Lincoln as he headed
across to his battered van. "Waitin' fer yer group
eh?" He called across to Meg, "Reckon I could scare up
some oil for me motor from anywhere? Goes frew it
worse'n petrol on a bad day."

Reaching the vehicle he swung the drivers door open,
the insides smelt worse than normal as he swung up in
to the dark cab and fumbled his key in to the lock.

[tag Meg]


	
	
		
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From jenarey at comcast.net  Mon Sep 27 16:59:18 2004
From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal]
Message-ID: <092720041559.16541.415838D5000630690000409D2200737478970A9D
  0E020A06@comcast.net>

"Yes, I think Meg is waiting for us in the garage," Gabe replied.

Natalia nodded, absently brushing a lock of her hair out of her face.  She'd rebraid it in the car, loose hair just caused problems.  "Let's go then."  Without further fanfare she headed out of the room and down the stairs towards the garage.

From jenarey at comcast.net  Mon Sep 27 19:39:03 2004
From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Miranda]
Message-ID: <092720041839.11218.41585E46000CE85D00002BD22200745672970A9D
  0E020A06@comcast.net>

Marie nodded, curling her fingers around his and giving Miranda a final comforting glance.  "Yeah.  Let's move.  Good luck, Miss.  I'm sure we'll all run into each other again."  She squeezed Morgan's fingers, leading him back towards the stairs and the door beyond.  "Strange girl..."

A moment later they stepped into the basement. "So have you decided how you would like to do this then ?" Morganis asked softly.

She looked up, cracking a faint smile.  "We either walk or fly...and flying is faster..."  She shook her head, "Which words I thought I'd never say..."

From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk  Mon Sep 27 22:07:27 2004
From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal]
In-Reply-To: <092720041559.16541.415838D5000630690000409D2200737478970A9
  D  0E020A06@comcast.net>
Message-ID: <20040927210727.55133.qmail@web53103.mail.yahoo.com>

>> "Yes, I think Meg is waiting for us in the garage,"
>> Gabe replied.
> Natalia nodded, absently brushing a lock of her hair
> out of her face.  She'd rebraid it in the car, loose
> hair just caused problems.  "Let's go then." 
> Without further fanfare she headed out of the room
> and down the stairs towards the garage.

Gabe followed her down, looking over his shoulder at
Sal and Wendy, "are you two ready then?"

[tag]


	
	
		
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From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Tue Sep 28 04:23:59 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Re: Vantastic [tag Meg]
In-Reply-To: <20040927151539.421.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <20040928032359.69002.qmail@web40526.mail.yahoo.com>

Mik Reed <mik_gotc@yahoo.co.uk> wrote:
>>Evan arrived down in the car park, he could see Meg
stood next to a non-descript Lincoln as he headed
across to his battered van. "Waitin' fer yer group
eh?" He called across to Meg, "Reckon I could scare up
some oil for me motor from anywhere? Goes frew it
worse'n petrol on a bad day."

Reaching the vehicle he swung the drivers door open,
the insides smelt worse than normal as he swung up in
to the dark cab and fumbled his key in to the lock.<<

"Yeah," Meg answered.  "Just sorta antsy, ya know?  I wanna find the SOB who killed those kids' parents and take him out.  I've been sorta cooped up the last few days.  Ready to get out."

She pointed to a mechanic at the far end of the car park.  "As to oil, I'll bet that's your man there.  They usually check all the cars over during the day, but I don't know if they serviced yours or not."

Tag Evan

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Tue Sep 28 04:54:53 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro)
In-Reply-To: <ef4c2c6d040927031673f00094@mail.gmail.com>
Message-ID: <20040928035453.26507.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com>

queenortart <queenortart@gmail.com> wrote:
>>She leant into the microphone and spoke with a refined, just slightly
not quite American, accent. "Ah, Ratso, hello. It's Frances Endel
here, may I come in?"<<

"Francie!"  Ratso was the only person who'd ever gotten away with calling her that.  "Sure, sure, come on in!  I'll be right down ta meet ya!"

A buzzer indicated that the door was unlocked for about 10 seconds...

Tag

From ajventer at direqlearn.org  Tue Sep 28 08:21:46 2004
From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Re: Vantastic [tag Meg]
In-Reply-To: <20040928032359.69002.qmail@web40526.mail.yahoo.com>
References: <20040928032359.69002.qmail@web40526.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <200409280921.47368.ajventer@direqlearn.org>

>
> Reaching the vehicle he swung the drivers door open,
> the insides smelt worse than normal as he swung up in
> to the dark cab and fumbled his key in to the lock.<<
>
> "Yeah," Meg answered.  "Just sorta antsy, ya know?  I wanna find the SOB
> who killed those kids' parents and take him out.  I've been sorta cooped up
> the last few days.  Ready to get out."
>
> She pointed to a mechanic at the far end of the car park.  "As to oil, I'll
> bet that's your man there.  They usually check all the cars over during the
> day, but I don't know if they serviced yours or not."
>
For a moment the echoes in the basement distorted into a horrible 
wailing-growl what a moment later turned out to be a dirtbike being revved 
somewhere into the next century as Damien brought it down the amongst the 
parking spaces on one wheel.

A moment later he came to a screeching halt next to the van.

"Yo dude, wanna pop da trunk so we can get this fucker inside ?"

tag
-- 
A.J Venter
Lead Developer, DireqLearn 
082 726 5103
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From ajventer at direqlearn.org  Tue Sep 28 08:23:09 2004
From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Natalia, Sal]
In-Reply-To: <092720041559.16541.415838D5000630690000409D2200737478970A9
  D 0E020A06@comcast.net>
References: <092720041559.16541.415838D5000630690000409D2200737478970A9D
  0E020A06@comcast.net>
Message-ID: <200409280923.09067.ajventer@direqlearn.org>

On Monday, 27 September 2004 17:59, jenarey@comcast.net wrote:
> "Yes, I think Meg is waiting for us in the garage," Gabe replied.
>
> Natalia nodded, absently brushing a lock of her hair out of her face. 
> She'd rebraid it in the car, loose hair just caused problems.  "Let's go
> then."  Without further fanfare she headed out of the room and down the
> stairs towards the garage.

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.

tag
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From ajventer at direqlearn.org  Tue Sep 28 08:26:23 2004
From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Miranda]
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On Monday, 27 September 2004 20:39, jenarey@comcast.net wrote:
> Marie nodded, curling her fingers around his and giving Miranda a final
> comforting glance.  "Yeah.  Let's move.  Good luck, Miss.  I'm sure we'll
> all run into each other again."  She squeezed Morgan's fingers, leading him
> back towards the stairs and the door beyond.  "Strange girl..."
>
> A moment later they stepped into the basement. "So have you decided how you
> would like to do this then ?" Morganis asked softly.
>
> She looked up, cracking a faint smile.  "We either walk or fly...and flying
> is faster..."  She shook her head, "Which words I thought I'd never say..."
"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."

tag

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Lead Developer, DireqLearn 
082 726 5103
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http://www.direqlearn.net/olce
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From ajventer at direqlearn.org  Tue Sep 28 08:30:50 2004
From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Science/New Patient (Miranda, Jessie)
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>
> 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.
>
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 ?"

tag
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Lead Developer, DireqLearn 
082 726 5103
http://www.direqlearn.org
http://www.direqlearn.net/olce
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From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk  Tue Sep 28 10:49:12 2004
From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Re: Vantastic [tag Meg]
In-Reply-To: <20040928032359.69002.qmail@web40526.mail.yahoo.com>
Message-ID: <20040928094912.82549.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com>

> "Yeah," Meg answered.  "Just sorta antsy, ya know? 
> I wanna find the SOB who killed those kids' parents
> and take him out.  I've been sorta cooped up the
> last few days.  Ready to get out."

"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.
 
> She pointed to a mechanic at the far end of the car
> park.  "As to oil, I'll bet that's your man there. 
> They usually check all the cars over during the day,
> but I don't know if they serviced yours or not."

"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."

[tag Meg]


	
	
		
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From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk  Tue Sep 28 10:56:48 2004
From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:51 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Re: Vantastic [tag Damien]
In-Reply-To: <200409280921.47368.ajventer@direqlearn.org>
Message-ID: <20040928095648.84764.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com>

> For a moment the echoes in the basement distorted
> into a horrible wailing-growl what a moment later 
> turned out to be a dirtbike being revved somewhere 
> into the next century as Damien brought it down the
> amongst the parking spaces on one wheel.
> A moment later he came to a screeching halt next to
> the van.
> "Yo dude, wanna pop da trunk so we can get this
> fucker inside ?"

Evan looked around for somewhere to wipe the oil off
of his hands having put most of the can in to the
engine. Looking up at Damiens arrival with a smile of
his face he absent mindedly rubbed them down his
trousers. "Yeah, old on a mo' an' I'll get it aht a
bit so we can get t' the doors properly." 

Throwing the can in to the passenger footwell Evan
hopped up in to the drivers seat at pulled the van
forwards. As the engine caught a cloud of fresh blue
oily smoke puffed out of the exhaust.

Parked up in the light Evan opened up the back doors
and started shoving cushions and coverings to one side
making a bike sized hole before pulling out a shank of
rope. "Lift it up in 'ere and we'll lash it dahn to
the side," he called to Damien.

[tag Damien] 


	
	
		
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From queenortart at gmail.com  Tue Sep 28 12:23:20 2004
From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005
Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro)
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> 
> A buzzer indicated that the door was unlocked for about 10 seconds...

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.


-- 
"At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." 

Rose Macaulay

From katperk2001 at yahoo.com  Wed Sep 29 13:39:33 2004
From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins)
Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:52 2005
Subject: [GOTC] More posting delays
Message-ID: <20040929123933.74399.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com>

I hate to slow the momentum, but it'll be Friday before I can really catch up, I think.  I'm tied up the next two days with meetings, etc.  Sorry for the inconvenience, especially to the people I'm JPing with.  I'll try to post a little tonight, but I can't guarantee anything.
 
Kat