From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:28 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: Travel Guide! From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:28 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: Travel Guide! From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: Travel Guide! From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:30 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: Travel Guide! From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:30 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: Travel Guide! From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:33 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: more information. "Awright Awright, I'm Sal Dawson, the commander guy, Sullivan I think, he's expecting me. Now if you wanna check that out first or sumfin will it be so bad to let me wait inside - I mean yer fifty times my size what am I gonna do ? Please man I gotta get outta this wind, if my nipples get any harder they gonna fucking burst." She looked at him expectantly. Most men turned to dribbling jelly when she spoke like that. Dribbling idiots were easy to deal with. How would this one react... tags From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:33 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: flowery bed cover, Gabe rolled on to his side as the storm subsided. His face was on fire from the silver particles imbedded in his skin and eyes, he let the blood in his mouth slide down his throat and used it to heal himself just enough to talk. "Marie... call... for... help... the others... they took... the brunt" blood welled in his eye sockets but the silver wouldn't let them heal as the pain rose from his excersions and his reserves were all but used he sank in to unconciousness, "sorry..." [tags] ____________________________________________________________ Yahoo! Messenger - Communicate instantly..."Ping" your friends today! Download Messenger Now http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com/download/index.html From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:38 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: came more canine sounds, and a the maw of another wolf appeared, it's fur was bloody and a twisted strand of flesh hung from one side of his jaws, swinging gently with his breathing as the wolf seemed to concentrate on the weapons the newcomers carried. [tags] ____________________________________________________________ Yahoo! Messenger - Communicate instantly..."Ping" your friends today! Download Messenger Now http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com/download/index.html From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:38 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: would *hear* it. (Sal ! Sit ! Heel ! Bad Dog !( The labrador came to a sliding halt, heeling where it was and whimpering lightly. (If any humans ever figure that one out I4m in such deep shit it4s not even funny( her human side thought. Then she lay down on the floor resting her head on her front paws. ~Bloody stupid wolves, I was just having some fun. What the fuck is wrong with chasing cats... that4s what they are there for.~ Anyone who has ever seen an obedient dog, especially a labrador, right after it4s been called (bad dog( can picture her face perfectly... 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 bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:38 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: would *hear* it. (Sal ! Sit ! Heel ! Bad Dog !( The labrador came to a sliding halt, heeling where it was and whimpering lightly. (If any humans ever figure that one out I4m in such deep shit it4s not even funny( her human side thought. Then she lay down on the floor resting her head on her front paws. ~Bloody stupid wolves, I was just having some fun. What the fuck is wrong with chasing cats... that4s what they are there for.~ Anyone who has ever seen an obedient dog, especially a labrador, right after it4s been called (bad dog( can picture her face perfectly...< Meg, too, stopped short as soon as she saw the dog in that totally wussy pose. ~Great! Just great! If I attack now, I look like the bad guy.~ She approached slowly, crouched low, her fur still bristling. She growled low in her throat. ~I really wish Evan were here. I want you to roll over on your back, you dumb bitch. Then you can chase the cat to your heart's content. She'll rip your head off, but that ain't my problem.~ When she reached Sal, she sniffed, then nudged, hoping to make her intent clear... Tag From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:40 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: the flesh tearing from the bodies of his once beloved Anastasia as the virus consumed her, frightfull images, grotesque in their size, his telepathy, uncontained by his mind went on a rampage. The soldiers heads were filled with the worst nightmares of a man who had been through madness and out the other end. It was more powerfull than bad acid. Every image was real and with them came the emotions that acompanied them, enforcing themselves into the heads of those nearby, intense sadness, loss, pain and fear. The problem with Morganis was that when you made him face his demons, he made everyone else face them with him. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: very important for her as a character that that happened, she had to stand up to these particular people in these particular circumstances. I do not anticipate her doing so with any group other than the Posse ever really. She'll be too busy trying to wrestle the angst crown back. Terry could keep the crown if Joy can have an angst tiara. 8-) From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: Married. From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: "We'll talk about everything later, right now, let's just get everyone ready to move." Morganis just nodded, he was in a lot of pain, and didn't really want to talk anyway. Instead he planted a light kiss on Marie's cheek, to say he was happy that she was alright, and that he had survived to see her. Marie smiled faintly, though it didn't really touch her eyes. "Hush. I'm going to move now. You're not allowed to pass out, understand?" tag From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:41 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: heard. [Tag Jay/Jessie] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! 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Messenger - sooooo many all-new ways to express yourself http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:45 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: the backup medic wiped off the silver as Natalia drew it out using cotton swabs, From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:45 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: The medic nodded at her instructions, and left to go the diner for some food and then a good sleep in a comfy cot From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:45 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: "Will you all just shut the fuck up, this is Beethoven and you're talking ? People today have no culture. Gmf" and then with utter disregard for Jessie's mind, he spun the volume nob up as far as it could go, introducing a fair bit of distortion into the final choral acts of the symphony. Jay sagged. "At... least... disconnect... the speakers... or any... case.. you... might have... had... is ... lost... for... cruel ... and unusual... punishment... anyway." he pleaded to Denton. tags "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:46 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: "Will you all just shut the fuck up, this is Beethoven and you're talking ? People today have no culture. Gmf" and then with utter disregard for Jessie's mind, he spun the volume nob up as far as it could go, introducing a fair bit of distortion into the final choral acts of the symphony. Jay sagged. "At... least... disconnect... the speakers... or any... case.. you... might have... had... is ... lost... for... cruel ... and unusual... punishment... anyway." he pleaded to Denton.<< Jessie screamed when the music began blasting even louder. She wanted to answer the paramedic, tell him there WAS no scientific explaination, not spasms, not anything, but she couldn't. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she passed out from the sensory overload. Tag From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:46 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: focus on her... "Not as much as you though. I'm not sure I've ever seen anyone so beautifull." he said more softly, a little more calmly. It took everything he had to keep his hands off her, he could hardly be expected to do it for his eyes as well... he could almost taste it. The departmen of reason is currently being restructured, please direct all queries to the departments of lust or panic respectively. 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 bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:47 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: around the room, ripping them both from their repose. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:56 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: it turned into a huge groan of pain. "Did anybody get his number ? I was hit by a fucking truck right ?" she gasped between her lips, then slowly the memories returned. Of the boy, Gordie... but he would live... but also Wendy... hitting the wall... "Wendy ? Is she okay ?" tag -- ""If we do not write as we speak, people will start to speak as we write" - George Bernard Shaw A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.org/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:56 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: spend time with your loved ones.", it rolled across the area like a ripple, and to those that didn't have directed thoughts, it comforted them, and started to sway them away from the area. Through dry lips, she said to anyone listening, "Panic is the worst enemy of the soldier, all I can do is remove the worst from those not involved." tag From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:57 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: The appearance of the biker gang annoyed Marshall. His extended family had been looking forward to having some fun with the hippies that had pitched up outside town. He looked around him, their clothes were similar, checks and denim figuring highly, but you wouldn't have taken them for kin, not until the moon light hit the points of their canines as they grinned. Marshall had always wanted to try hippy, they said the drugs in the blood stream made it all the more special. They'd just have to deal with these greasy biker scum first. When the woman in front screamed, a young girl used the distraction to extract herself from the hippies, the only family she knew. She looked about 16. As soon as she left the circle of light, Louanne shed her tie died clothing. Naked, she slipped into the shadows, melting into the night with complete ease, she would never be seen untill she chose to be. Come hell or high water, she was not going to let her people suffer. As she slipped from shade to shade, working her way in circle back to the fairground behind the attackers, her fangs protruded, indicating the anger they were awakening in her. She was here because she was tired of fighting, tired of killing, now they were forcing her to fight for her friends. Louanne would feel no mercy tonight. As Sullivan and Gabe entered the gap between the Ferris wheel and pop-gun galery where the three groups were gathered, the came to a slow standstill. There was clearly a fight on the verge of happening, and Sullivan raised his sword. There were humans here, innocents, the group to his right felt like lycans, and the bikers probably had no idea what they were about to run into. He spoke up, loudly, he had to try and change the odds. "You lot want to fight, that's your business, this is far from any cities, just you lot, no worries, but come on - let them go eh ?" he said, waving to the hippies in front of him. One of the bikers stepped forward, Jethro assumed him to be some kind of leader. "Them is who we came to have fun with - these fuckers are intruding on our fun... and now so are you - we don't fucking like that." "Come on, their hippies, the most willing woman on earth - why would you want to get violient ?" "Cos that can be even more fun dipshit. Why don't you come closer heroboy and I'll show you just how much fun." Jethro looked toward Gabe. "We have to get them appart, otherwize who knows how many innocents will get killed in the crossfire." Jethro couldn't really understood why the hippies stayed. They clearly had no intention of defending themselves, yet they weren't running either. War protesters probably, with no idea what they were facing now. "I'll talk to the bikers, you talk to the lycans, keep them busy, try not to let a fight begin because we're completely outnumbered, but if they atack, we take as many of them as we can. Self defense aside, it might lessen the damage on those poor suckers up there." Gabe nodded, emerging in to full view as he moved over towards the group of rednecks. He held his hands low, unthreatening, with his rapier held sheathed down by his side. He locked eyes with one of the taller males as he closed in, "Look, it is like the man in the bright suit said. You and those angels want to get all macho, that is fine by us. But the peaceniks, they are not out to hurt anyone, I think that deserves a bit of respect, how about you?" From the look of them he didn't hold out much hope for averting a fight, but maybe getting them to talk would defuse things a bit. Jethro in his turn strode up to the biker who had spoken, his katana at hip height with the tip pointing down, not a combat stance, but nevertheless holding the message that one could be arranged at short notice if he had to. The biker scowled at him. "This is gonna be fun Mister white suit." was all he said before the chain he had been lasso'ing came whirling at Jethro's face. Jethro wasn't there anymore, one thing about vampires, when they dodge, it's hard to hit, but Jethro was unhappy. That wasn't a clumsy chainfighter's atack, this guy was obviously the survivor of more than one chainfight, he knew how to use the thing effectively. "Let's mash up the bunch of 'em boys..." came the order from the big biker, even as he rushed forward the Katana ripped his guts out, but it was too late, the other Bikers were rushing forward and Jethro knew hew could never stop them all. Gabe heard the bikers shout, his attention momentarily over his shoulder. When he flicked his gaze back his vision was filled with a mass of whirling fur and ripping denim as one of the family changed as it leapt towards Gabes throat. Instincts took over and Gabe dropped to the floor, ripping his rapier from it's sheath as he went. The lycan wasn't going to be fooled, it spiked down tearing a claw into Gabes shoulder. Then he got a suprise of his own as Gabes vampiric strength allowed him to yank the wolf off of balance. Using the now floundering beast as a shield against the onrush of its family Gabe sunk his teeth in to its neck. Feeling the rush of blood energising him, allowing him to heal his wounds. Finally, seeing his ploy would quickly be overcome Gabe thrust the silver impregnated blade of his rapier through the wolf's lower back, ripping in to its guts and jerking up to the heart as Gabe pushed up, leaping back clear of the slavering wolves, retreating towards Jethro, knowing they could both do with someone watching their backs. Louanne emerged from the shadows near the Ferris wheel, walked over to the control room and emerged a few moments later with one of the spare oil-drums oil-drums full of turpentine that was kept left behind after the wheel was repainted. As quietly as possible she loaded it into the next cart to come past, then running hopped in with it, the cart tilted dangerously from it's load but she didn't care. She was greatfull for the two goodie-two shoes morons who had intervened. They were dead ducks she was certain, but they had bought her that extra minute of distraction she needed. She took the tie-died skirt she had shed earlier in her hands, wrenched the drum's small pouring cap out, drenched the skirt then let it hang out of the drum halfway. The ferris wheel was nearing the top of it's arc. She lit a match and set the skirt on fire, then reached for the bottom of the drum, she would have to heave it fast, or she would blow up nothing but herself. As the Ferris Wheel cart reach the top of it's arc, Louanne tossed the oil drum over the side as far as she could, sending it whirling down toward the Lycans nearest her. Even as she flung it toward her front right she herself dove off the ferris wheel, toward her left, hoping to land out of reach of the explosion, but close enough to mop up any survivors, or maybe help with the bikers. "Explosion or not, vampire or not - this was still gonna be a hell of a fucking insain landing" she thought as fell through the air, so high up that she had time to actually experience the feeling of freefall. Jethro was backing away, using the Katana in wide sweeps to keep a clearing around him, but they were nevertheless controlled sweeps, because on every movement, he had to whirl it among chains and blades trying to block it. Jethro was good, and he had vampiric speed to humans, but he still knew he couldn't be lucky for ever. So he kept backing away, hoping for a miracle. Gabe arrived next to him, the lycans in close pursuit, "looks like neither of us managed to keep things calm then," he commented using the heavier rapier to deflect a club blow heading towards Jethro. "I hope you have something good up your sleeve." Before Jethro could reply a bright flare came traveling over Gabes line of sight, a few dosen yards away it suddenly turned into an exanding ball of flame as the drum explode just a short distance above the ground, engulfing half the lycans and sending out a shockwave that knocked Gabe, Jethro and the biker gang backward with it's force. Before he got up Jethro replied. "That was my plan all along, hope for a mysterious explosion to destroy half the combatants." Gabe rolled back in to a crouch, "well, as they seem hurt and we made it, I think we pretend whoever did it was on our side." Raising his rapier high Gabe sprung to his feet, letting the remembered thrill of battles gone surge through him, "with me, up and at them," he yelled as he collided fist and blade with the closest biker. Jethro's blade sliced through the first stomache in front of him, but several were coming at him at once. He would have missed on who suddenly got sprang upon by a very young very naked girl whose tripple ostrich kick would instantly force even the most hardcore chauvinists to reevaluate their ideas. The biker went down quite unceremoniously the girl on top of him, her mouth closed over his throaght, then she yanked her head back ripping it out and bathing almost joyfully in the blood shower from it, catching it on her tongue and licking it from her face, while the bikers stared in horified fascination. The blood ran down her naked body and she happilly dipped her finger in the flood and licked it clean. Then as it subsided, casually picked her fangs. "Man I'd forgotten how good that shit tasted" she said in a husky voice that would have been very seductive if it acompanied any other visual. "I want more" with that she looked at the group of remaining bikers, who took one look at her face, decided she meant it, spun on their heels and ran. Stood beside Jethro, Gabe could see the trail of smouldering fur as the remnants of the lycan family ran home to lick thier wounds. "That worked," he said over his shoulder as he wiped his rapier clean and slide it back in its sheath. [OOC: I added this bit at the end just to close of the scene in character sense. Mik, if you feel Gabe should respond, just post a reply, but I didn't want to hold back the current timeline any further to write this paragraph] Jethro looked at the girl. She met his gaze unwavering, her nudity apparently holding no shame for her, then she spoke. "Thanks, you guys made good bait. Who should I address the thank you note to ?" "I'm Jethro Sullivan, this is Gaberial Luken." She frowned a second. "The Jethro and Gabe ? I've heard of you guys, you're the ones who think the covenant needs cops." "More like bounty hunters right now, but cops eventually." Jethro replied, "and your name ?" "I'm Louanne." He grinned. "Once upon a time you were called Linda Johanna though, but when New Amsterdam became New York you anglisized the name, first you became Lucinda Anne, then later just Louanne." "So you've heard of me as well then." "A lot of us have, the young girl from the colony who got turned and left to her own devices yet managed to survive for 250 years." "If you know me, what are the chances you know who the bastard was who grabbed me in the street raped me, bit me and left me for dead ?" "Yes I do, there was only one vampire in this country at that time, he had a habbit of turning and leaving people sometimes." Jethro glanced meaningfully at Gabe, "Nobody knows what happened to him though." "I got first claim !" "If he ever shows up, we'll see what happens" was all Jethro would commit to. "I didn't know you'd become a hippie." "They're the first smart thing humans have come up with in all the time I've known them. But I'd say my tenure with this particular group is pretty much over now." "I'm afraid that does seem to be the case. You want a ride ?" "I wouldn't mind that at all." -- "Cogito ergo sum" - Cicero "Coito ergo sum" - Me A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:57 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: "Doctors, go fucking figure. EVERYBODY knows THAT ! There are only about a dosen nursery rhymes about fairies with broken wings !" Suddenly she realized just what she had just said. Sal couldn't imagine every admitting to anyone that she had ever heard a nursery rhyme, let alone remembered some. But the damage was done, and that was her friend in there. "You cannot mend it with glue or it will flop about like a shoe you cannot mend it with lace or it will trail behind without grace Sprinkle pixie dust all around sing her to sleep and make no more sound draw in your breath so you know you won't hiss and ever so tenderly mend it with a kiss." With that the labradorgirl turned her bruised but healing body over in bed, and stared into the far wall determined never to mention the events again. Her head felt soggy from the pain killers, she could always feign eternal amnesia. tag -- "Cogito ergo sum" - Cicero "Coito ergo sum" - Me A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:57 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: were conscious recognized the signal, those who could move ran off dissapearing into the night, in the direction from which the sound had come. On the rooftop Damien looked over at Marie. "I loved that bike" he said shaking his head sadly, "you okay ?" tag -- "Cogito ergo sum" - Cicero "Coito ergo sum" - Me A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Jun 26 23:53:29 2005 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:57 2005 Subject: No subject Message-ID: Marie found it an odd sensation seeing both the real world and the images he presented to her. It was much like seeing the spirit and prime worlds at once, but not as chaotic. At least not this time. She considered the rose he presented in her mind, brushing mental fingers over the petals. ~Let it grow... Wild things do best when they're allowed space to become what they will become.~ From jenarey at comcast.net Wed Jun 1 04:13:15 2005 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter Message-ID: <060120050313.1683.429D27CB00040A91000006932206999735970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> > "Indeed. It'll be good to get tonight out of the way." She thought of > Jethro, with very mixed feelings. She wasn't sure exactly how much of a row > was brewing, but she suspected it was likely to be a damn good one. Her > stomach knotted in anticipation. > "So what do you do around here Muse?" Small talk was not one of Joy's > strongest abilities, and she was finding it very hard to do. Muse sank into one of the chairs near Ratso, blinking as she was drawn into the conversation. Most people didn't ask and she usually became more of a part of the walls, but she was somehow happy to be noticed. "I..I run the kitchens." From jenarey at comcast.net Wed Jun 1 04:40:12 2005 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] There's a dog in the hospital ![Tag The Doctors, Wendy, Marie] Message-ID: <060120050340.18882.429D2E1B000CA003000049C22206424613970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Frances pulled some more blood out from the warming bath, and set up a second IV. "Is there anything else that we can do to improve things for you?" "Cover his feet and legs. He's cold and it's pulling blood away from internal organs to try to warm him." Natalia frowned, flexing her fingers and deepening her concentration. Slowly Evan's pelvis straightened and began to meld together. "Morphine might be a good idea too. He doesn't have any supernatural blood or traits to help the pain, and I can't push it too fast." From ajventer at direq.org Wed Jun 1 08:07:38 2005 From: ajventer at direq.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] State of mind [State, Edwards, Sullivan] In-Reply-To: <001d01c56063$3b641250$21179c51@i5q8v9> References: <200505060827.44157.ajventer@direq.org> <200505241132.27287.ajventer@direq.org> <001d01c56063$3b641250$21179c51@i5q8v9> Message-ID: <200506010907.39126.ajventer@direq.org> > "S.S.S.Sorry", State stammered, "She is very confident and I'm sure she > didn't mean any h-h-h-harm by it.". State looked around nervously, rubbing > his hands together and spotted the 'picture' of Sullivan that Fantasy had > drew. "Uhm..I can remove that if you want?", he squeaked, ", or else I can > head for my room...if you can show me where that is?" Sullivan nodded, "One thing first, we need to decide where to assign you, there is patrol duty, it is vital but dangerous work, or there is the investigative division under Captain Edwards here, lots of brainwork - at this stage, I reckon it's best if I let you choose..." tag -- A.J. Venter Lead Developer - Direq International +27 82 726 5103 http://direq.org http://silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at direq.org Wed Jun 1 08:40:12 2005 From: ajventer at direq.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Sorry all Message-ID: <200506010940.13568.ajventer@direq.org> About the extended delay, I was sick in bed with a bad case of the flu through the weekend and half this week. I'm back today however. A.J. -- A.J. Venter Lead Developer - Direq International +27 82 726 5103 http://direq.org http://silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at direq.org Wed Jun 1 10:20:24 2005 From: ajventer at direq.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Soldiers Homecoming [Part 4: JP, AJ & Jenna] Message-ID: <200506011120.25499.ajventer@direq.org> The touch of his lips on her skin brought a purr from the cat woman and she could feel his body responding to her touch as much as she responded to him. She encouraged him out of the rest of his clothing, her own quickly following as she sank into his arms and touch, whispering encouragment until they tangled together as one beneath the rain and the open sky. She thought her heart might burst as heavily as it pounded against her chest, her fingers memorizing the lines of his body and her lips his taste. It wasn't a first time for either of them, but together it felt as though it was, as though no one in the world had ever existed for her except for him. She moaned her pleasure into his mouth as she shuddered around him, finally falling still against the grass, her fingers still stroking his hair gently as he rested against her chest. Her lips moved next to his ear, breathing quiet words. "Thank you." -- A.J. Venter Lead Developer - Direq International +27 82 726 5103 http://direq.org http://silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at direq.org Wed Jun 1 10:24:39 2005 From: ajventer at direq.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Watching the weak Part 2[JP Morgan/Marie] Message-ID: <200506011124.39852.ajventer@direq.org> That was cheating! In the nicest and most gentlemanly of fashions, but still... Marie shook her head, a quirky lopsided smile touching her lips. "I'll keep that in mind then." She paused, tugging her socks and shoes off and rolling up her pants to the knee before moving back to the edge of the tub and sitting down behind him, putting her legs in the water on either side of him and encouraging him to lean back against her while she continued to wash away the grime from his face and chest. Her touch was half business and half caress, enjoying the feel of his skin against hers. Morgan enjoyed back against her. With a slight groan of effort he put his arms up, and then wrapped them around her hips putting his palms on her back, wetting most of her shirt. He held her like that as her hands washed over him, looking up into her face. "I like the way you touch me" he said softly, fighting down the urge to blush like a maniac. At least the bubbles allowed him to keep some semblence of decency going. Marie couldn't help but smile, even as she ended up rather wet. She brushed her fingers through his hair, drawing it back from his face before she leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. "You're very nice to touch." He returned the kiss softly. "It's the bubble-bath." he said with a grin, "makes me feel all silky.", he looked at her for a long moment building up courage far beyond what it had taken to use his body to deflect the spray from a fire-hydrant. Finally, almost choking on his words he said what was on his mind. "As wet as those clothes are now, you may as well take them off and join me." Marie felt her heart give a jerk as he asked, pounding hard against her ribcage. She was flooded with a sense of shyness and want all at once, caught firmly between the two. It wasn't like they weren't both adults. She hesitated and then tugged her T-shirt over her head, dropping it next to the edge of the tub before looking down at him again. "You'll..." She choked on the words, blushing. "Have to move for a minute." Morgan couldn't find words, he just stared up at her nearly bared upper body taking in the delightfull curves of her breast under her bra then grimacing a bit with the pain of moving his still bruised rips he leaned forward taking his weight off her legs. "You are very beautifull" he managed to say. It was corny, it was unorriginal, it was practically unromantic - yet it was also very true, right now he couldn't remember having seen anything more beautiful in his entire life. "Are you sure you didn't take a hit to the head too?" The question was quietly wry, a search for humor to take a bit of tension from the situation. Marie slipped out of her jeans, but found that was where her courage failed her, and she left her under clothing on as she slipped into the water next to him, picking up the washrag again. "That's not very fair... you're wearing much more than I am" he said, smiling softly. Having overcome the initial embarrasment he found the pleasure of her touch and closeness was making him feel very good and giving him courage, but it was still limited and he did not want to offend her. He certainly wouldn't ask again. He put his arm under her head and started to slowly run his fingers lightly over her lower back,touching her bra-line on the upstroke and her pantyline on the downstroke but never going beyond them. Marie shivered, moving over until her legs rested against his and putting her head on his shoulder. "When did fair enter into the picture?" He laughed. "Point made ma belle, point well made." His body was feeling better than it had half an hour ago, and he even felt that he could walk now if he had to, but for the moment the water was lovely, Marie was in it with him and he could not think of any good reason why he could possibly want to get out. "Cest la vie" he whispered. She chuckled softly, reaching for the washrag and beginning to run it over his chest again, though he didn't really need it at this point. She just enjoyed running her fingers against his chest. "It's a good thing you heal fast...you look much better already." "Why Madamme, was that a compliment ?" He replied with a jest, "or merely a matter of fact statement of your medical opinion ?" his body shook as he laughed without sound, it hurt a little, but not enough to make him want to stop. Her hands felt amazing on him, made him feel dreamy and cared for, something he had hardly known in his life. Marie leaned up, nipping his throat with an aggressive little flare that made her blush. "Compliment, ditzy..." Her words caught in her throat, watching for his response. "Well such gratuity must be rewarded." He said. He leaned down and pecked her on the nose. "Madamme, you are so utterly beautifull, you could walk naked into a biker-bar and everyone would stare at your face. Well for the first ten minutes anyway - once they do look past it, I fear bikers would never look up again." "I'm not sure if I should be impressed or if you should be in trouble for that statement, My dear Morgan..." Marie eyed him, pleased but still teasing. She leaned back a bit, splashing water at him. "I can't see walking into a biker bar nekkid anyway." "Oh a purely hypothetical scenario I assure" he said. Then he stopped. "Listen..." he said, and the pitter-patter of raindrops on the windows became audible as it got louder. "Down came the rain to wash the bloodstains off the tarmac" he said his eyes dark for a moment. Then they lit up. "But I am in a hot bath the prettiest debutante in all New York wearing only her underwear... I would be a damn fool to considder complaining." Marie looked over at the frosted windows, listening to the rain for a moment before commenting softly. "mmm...that almost sounds like the headline for a tabloid, ya know." Her tone was softly teasing and she looked up at him, studying the line of his face before pulling him down to meet her in a gentle kiss. "Remind me to get a subscription then" he said softly after she kissed him, then he kissed her back, a little more firmly than hers had been. Behind her back, his tracing fingers started toying lightly with her bra-strap. He wasn't thinking about it, it was just sort of where they happened to be, still he didn't actually unhook it, he would need some kind of signal from her to considder that. She leaned into the kiss, pressed close to him and her eyes closing. There was a part of her that wanted...she wasn't sure what she wanted or how to say it, but she liked his hands on her. He felt her moving above him, felt her responding to his touch and it made him feel manly and powerfull. He swam in the power of her kiss, all the while his fingers toyed with the strap, like an irreverant fiddler toys with his carkeys. He hadn't actually tried to undo them, but somehow his toying unleashed the catch and the elastic straps shot open out of his grasp. Before he could even say anything or try to appologize he was blushing red all the way down to his chest. Marie caught her breath, her eyes opening as the straps lost their protective structure. For a moment she felt a welling of abject panic and then she slipped out of the satin, setting the garment aside. She couldn't look into his face, nervous and embarassed at the moment. Morgan opened his eyes slowly, and looked at her - her face was turned away. He couldn't help but look downward, and instead of a bra hanging loose he saw her breasts, she had removed her bra entirely he realized. He was spellbound, the soft curve and her two pert nipples standing out in the center dark on her already dark skin. He pulled his eyes away forcefully, found her face, reached up, turned her chin back toward him gently and looked deeply into her eyes. "Oh by the gods - you are a thousand times more beautifull than I ever imagined." he whispered. She met his gaze, one hand coming to rest on the back of his neck. She could feel her heart pounding. Vampires and explosions and flying all night and this scared her more than any of the rest. Marie slid over so she was settled across his lap, resting her head against his shoulder. "Just...hold me for a while?" The request was soft, almost pleading...she needed him to be patient. He pulled her tightly against him, he had heard the plead in her voice and it melted the sexuality out of the moment... replacing it with pure tender caring He could still feel her bare upper body against his but now she felt fragile not seductive. He ran his fingers gently through her hair and whispered: "If I could hold you against me for all eternity... I would ask nothing more." Marie curled against him, the coolness of his skin soothing. She rubbed her cheek against his chest, all too aware of intimacy of their position and yet comforted by it. "I fear you will just have to be patient with me." Her voice was quiet and she looked up at him, hugging him tightly to her. He grinned, "Why would I need to be patient when every moment spent near you is a milion times more than I could have ever dreamed of having ?" he was thoughtfull for a moment, "Yes I care very deeply about you, I might even fall in love with you but that's a dangerous word for people like us... and yes I won't deny that I dream of someday making love to you, but let me make this very clear - I dream of that, I don't expect it, it would be far greater a gift than I could ever 'expect' of you, and even if all that wasn't true - there is absolutely no way I would even LET you make love to me for my sake, if you ever do that, it must be because you are doing it for yourself or perhaps -for both of us." She kissed his shoulder gently before resting her head against it. "It's not about expectation." Gently, Marie drew a line down his cheek with one fingertip. "It's about being ready for what we both want. Both being ready." She paused and then added softly. "And maybe about cherishing moments. I don't want anything to go too fast because I want every moment to last." Morgan frowned, this was an approach which had simply never occured to him. "I er" he stammered, he felt overcome by emotion, "Nothing in my life has ever lasted... not one..." he managed to say. He pulled her hard against him, almost painfully trying to cling to her, "do... do you really think this... could last ?" he managed to ask, aware as he said it that it sounded clumsy. He wasn't scared of it lasting, he was terrified of it not lasting, it was something he had simply avoided thinking of before by taking every moment he had as it it was his last, and that was how he had spent his moments with her. He had never wanted it that way, it was just a defense against the darkness... now he suddenly realized that he wanted that with her, dreams, a future... but that meant not having his defense, and he suddenly felt very exposed, he was in a very Morganis way risking everything for her... Marie turned in his arms, holding him close, even as the strength of his grip threatened to rob the breath from her. She didn't care. "I don't think it could last, I know it will. I've waited a long time for you to come back to me." The woman leaned back just enough that she could look into his eyes. "Do you think I'm about to let you go again? Ever?" It was a silly thing to be saying considering what they both were, and the calling they had, but she said it anyway, meaning every word. Morgan didn't say anything, she felt soothing there where she were, her words no less so than her presence in his arms. He just leaned down and gently kissed her hair. Marie leaned against him, just taking comfort in the moment. She knew she was going to end up very pruney soon, but she didn't care, at least not much, preferring where she was. She scooped up bubbles on the tips of her fingers, gently depositing them on the tip of his nose, and chuckling softly. "Adorable." Morgan cocked his elbows bringing his palms up over her back until eventually his fingertips rested on shoulders. "So are you." he said softly. "And I reckon, in the fullness of time, you will have that nekkid and sweaty way you mentioned once. For now, nekkid and soapy and otherwize pretty innocent sounds fine to me." he was smiling with a touch of naughtiness in his voice, teasing her, flirting with her, he so loved the way she flirted. She looked up at him, tilting her head to one side, which sent her hair tumbling across her shoulder, sticking to traces of water on her skin. "You know, for as much as you talk about not being gallant, you really are." She brushed her fingers through his hair, content to be in his arms. "And we will try nekkid and sweaty one day...I promise." -- A.J. Venter Lead Developer - Direq International +27 82 726 5103 http://direq.org http://silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at direq.org Wed Jun 1 10:30:10 2005 From: ajventer at direq.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] RESEND: Soldiers Homecoming [Part 4: JP, AJ & Jenna] Message-ID: <200506011130.11210.ajventer@direq.org> Stephanie smiled and nodded, running a couple of steps and springing up to catch his hand using it to swing herself up and over the top of the gate. Usually she just shifted and slunk through the bars, but this was more fun considering the company. She dropped down the other side, landing with hardly a noise and looking back up at him. "Your turn..." His bicep bulged as he crooked his elbow lifting his entire body by it, then he swung his legs over the gate and landed gently on the other side next to her, his knees buckling slightly as he hit the ground to absorb the shock. "So where to now ?" he asked playfully. She reached out, taking his hand and leading him deeper into the park. The natural enclosures made the place feel more wild than it was, thick and protected from other eyes. "Where would you like to go?" Damien looked around. "Right over there" he said pointing at a small cluster of Oregon pine trees a little way to their right. "I'll bet it's dark under those trees, a nice place to lie down while you rest your head on my chest and I play with your hair... if you'd like that I mean." The suggestion brought a shy little smile and Stephanie nodded, moving towards the grove of trees. As they entered the gentle touch of the night wrapped around them as soft as a down blanket, and Stephanie sank to her knees. Damien, a man designed by nature to be very straightforward in his approach to most things, breathed the night air in deeply then lay down on the grass without ceremony, staring up at the few spots of starlight visible through the branches. "I'm glad it's you who showed me this" he said softly. Once he was settled Stephanie moved over to join him, resting her head in the crook between shoulder and chest, her fingers resting over his heart. "I am too. It's...a quiet place, at least at night. Far from other concerns." "Everybody needs somewhere to escape to, but sometimes it's nice to have someone to escape with" he said softly. He crooked his elbow under her shoulder,leaning his forearm across her chest and then gently stroked her hair over her cheek. He bent his neck and softly kissed her hair. "Someday perhaps, life for everyone will be made up of moments like this... it's a nice ideal don't you think ?" As he spoke Stephanie found herself relaxing further against him, the night and the sounds of the animals in the park soothing her. A soft purr rumbled through her chest and she nodded. "It would be...a perfect world. Peaceful and...just right." She could feel him nodding above her head. He stopped stroking her hair, lowered his arm and placed it under her hip. His strong vampire muscles bulged under her for a moment as he easilly but gently lifted her, rolling her until she was lying on his stomache looking down at him. "Is it just me... or is this a perfect moment for a kiss ?" he said softly, his ears once more turning bright red. Stephanie made a soft noise of startlement as she was lifted, blinking down at him. She could see his face in the darkness, a gift of night vision, and though she couldn't see the blush she could almost sense it. The question brought color to her own cheeks and she answered it by leaning in and ever so gently kissing him. When she kissed him he smiled openly, and happilly, his eyes twinkling even in the darkness. "Thank you" he said, "for everything" "I don't know what everything I've done...but you're welcome." Her voice was soft and she gently brushed the back of one finger across his cheek. "I should be the one thanking you." "Likewize I don't know what I deserve to be thanked for." He was silent for a moment, "I do know that I nearly didn't have you in my life, and I know that if I didn't it would have been entirely my own fault - and I know I would have been a great deal more unhappy." "I think I would be...much quieter. Still resigned to my workshop..." She looked down at him, studying his features. "Though I still don't know why you chose me." "I'm a rockstar, the real kind, the down-to-earth blue-collar music for the-little-guy-to-stick-it-to-man-with type. I would make a pretty lousy artist if I could only see skindeep. Anyway, you're much less of an ugly duckling than you imagine - you've been a really pretty swan all along even if you do like to hide behind a layer of engin-grease. Oh I dunno, I came to talk to you about a better weapon - and you were pretty, and smart and funny even when you crept out of your shell... and you kicked my ass in the swimming pool" "I don't hide..." She protested, but it wasn't a very good protest. "And I'm glad you keep trying." Stephanie gently kissed him again, liking the flavor of his lips and the shiver it brought to her skin. Damien smiled at her, lifted his head and kissed her a little more firmly, in the distance thunder roared, then sudenly it was raining, just the light drizzle of an autumn shower. "Sheez, at this time of night" Damien said but he seemed to be laughing out loud as he said it, and he slid her streaking and all-but soaked hair out of her face and kissed her wet lips are the dropletts scattered all about them. Stephanie leaned into the kiss, her fingers coming to rest against his cheeks before she gently kissed his nose and brow. "Autumn in New York...storms aren't uncommon. Washing away all the sin and blood." She murmured the words softly the storm making the hair at the back of her neck stand on end. Damien was going to ask her if she was sure she would be okay, considdering cats and water, then he remembered her swimming skills. "We are getting soaked through" he said instead. Even in the dark he could not help but notice the exciting way her wet shirt clung to her skin. "Not that I mind" he added thoughtfully, "it's sort of romantic don't you think ?" She leaned back slightly, looking up at the trees. "We'll dry...and it is kinda..." She searched for a word, coming back to his. "Romantic, yes." Stephanie pushed her hair back again, looking at him. "There are caves though...if we wanted." "I wouldn't mind either way... what do you want ?" he said simply, her hair was plastering to her brow with the water and it looked sexy in a way Damien couldn't quite describe but it made him lose his normally secure footing of confidence bordering on arrogance quite completely for the second time in one night so to mask his insecurity he kissed her again. It was a loaded question, and Stephanie was just as glad she couldn't respond for a moment as he kissed her. When they parted she looked down at him and then sat back slightly, reaching up and removing the scarf that covered her neck. She took his hand, lifting it to the scarred skin and letting it rest there. If Damien had to think of the ultimate symbol of trust, for the rest of his life this moment would flash up in front of his eyes. "Oh Stephanie" he said softly then he tilted his neck and kissed hers over the scar tissue. He could not remove the scars, but in an odd way he hoped he could kiss it better, the way other children could be kissed better by mothers when the skinned their knees. She closed her eyes as he kissed the damage tissue. Caused by silver the scars would never really go away, and were always tender, but his touch didn't hurt instead easing the usual pain. A single tear rolled down her cheek, a salty warmth through the raindrops that fell onto the ground. "I can never hurt you, I don't know how anybody could" he whispered, "I wish, oh how I wish I had been able to stop them, but I couldn't - after all the evil that has been done to, don't you think it's time you experienced some nice things for a change ?" Stephanie leaned further into him, whispering softly. "I am experiencing nice things." There was a hint of a smile in her tone as she continued. "I have you." "I don't think I've ever been described as a 'nice thing' before" he whispered back, "I hope I can live up to the expectations of this glorious title". There was no sarcasm in his voice, almost a timidness, he wasn't entirely sure he *could* live up to it. "You already do live upto it." Stephanie's voice was quiet, and she ran her fingertips down his chest in an gentle exploration along the wet cloth. "Just by existing and by being you. That's all I ask for...all I could ever ask for." "That's a very sweet thing to say, I wish I could believe it, but if I have realized anything in this world it's my own weakness, my own flaws. I have a dark side, and I'm not just talking about bloodlust - that is just a constant reminder I suppose. It makes me very happy to think that I am making you happy, but if I did not dedicate myself to be a better person everyday... how could I be worthy of somebody like you ? If I did not *always* try to be well nicer... how could I claim to care for you ?" his face darkened and he stared unseeingly up at the dripping sky, oblivious to the soft raindrops spattering on his face and in his eyes, his wet clothes clung stickilly to his body and to her sticky clothes where she lay on top of him, despite the rain she felt warm against him, but more than that, it was like she felt warm inside him, a place he had thought would be cold for ever. Stephanie tilted her head slightly to the side, listening to him as he spoke. She made sure that he knew he had her full attention as she listened, her fingers never stopping in their slow stroke along his chest. "Isn't that what we all strive for? To be better tomorrow than we are today?" "Only those of us who try to be good in the first place" he said, he looked down at her face. It calmed him and the tingling sensations of her finger stroking across his chest slid to the forefront of his mind, it really was very good. He leaned his neck foreward, and kissed her not timidly this time, but strongly tenderly, channeling his first for blood into a first for her instead. When he eventually broke the kiss he looked her deeply in the eye, his feelings for her once more came into conflict with other parts of him and when he spoke next the strength and passion of the kiss was replaced with the timidness she had seen earlier. "This is... a very... well I'm a vampire... and a man... and lying her in the rain... your hands... the way your clothes are clining to your skin... it's creating a fire in me... passion... you know... and I don't know what to do... I want to make you happy... but I never want to hurt you... and in these things... it can be so hard to know which is which." He let his head drop back onto the leaves and stared back up at the sky, afraid to look at her after that confession. In the darkness a little smile played over Stephanie's lips. In a very real way he had given her control over the situation, and that control eased her own fears. Her fingers purposefully slid to the buttons of his shirt, popping them open one at a time. Her fingers sought his flesh and she pulled him into another deep kiss. After several moments she whispered softly. "I think if you want to make me happy you should stop talking so much." The words were suggestive and Stephanie clamped down on the inkling of fear, letting the more powerful desire for him consume the lesser emotion. Damien felt the tugging of his own desire, seeing it so reciprocated was allaying his fears and he kissed her back fervently. Her fingers across his bare chest burned like tiny stabs of pleasing fire, Damien imagined that it must feel something like this to be tickled with a phoenix feather. Finally giving into the feelings and desires she was awakening in him, he reached up and fumbliningly undid the buttons of her own shirt letting it fall open he took in the delightfull shapes before him and then reached up, timidly yet without any chance of stopping himself and let his fingers run slowly up her belly and then across the curvature of her breasts under her soaked bra, stopping just a moment longer on the crests and then moving away, upward tracing up her neck, over her shoulders, sliding her shirt further open and then down again. He kissed her deeper, and more fervently as his hands traced the underside of her bra and his fingers slipped beneath it for a moment, just brushing across her nipples before they slid out, and round her lower back to more innocent teritory, teasing himself as much as her, but he wasn't just going slow to savour it as much as he did, but also so that she could stop if she wanted to, he would hapilly give her everything she asked of him, but it was important to him to only give what she asked. Stephanie closed her eyes as she felt his hands on her and a shiver traced over her skin. For a moment the sense of abject panic rose, but she clamped down on it. This was not some fumbling stranger in the experiment pits, but Damien, a man that cared about her. The moment was about caring, and desire, and healing. She shrugged out of her shirt, the skin of her back showing other scars that looked as though someone had taken a whip to her at one point or another, several points most likely. Her fingers moved up to gently cup his cheeks, pulling him close again. He kissed her deeply when she pulled him near and his fingers trailed slowly yet inexorably up her spine. Where they felt the ridges of the scars they would stop for a moment and tenderly touch over them, as if his body was saying, "it doesn't make you ugly to me". His tongue touching hers was setting volcanoes off behind his eyelids. His fingers felt the soft material of her brastrap below them, he was shy for a moment and she may have felt it in his kiss, but he battled down the timidness, and then fumblingly but nevertheless deliberately the strap was unhooked and he slipped it off her shoulders, trilling with delight as he felt the soft fabric landing on his chest.He kissed sideways, on her her cheek, down her chin, her neck, all the while his fingertips trailing all over her back, all he was aware of now was how much more he wanted her with every second, his lips trailed over her shoulders, and het let his tongue slide slowly down the cleft between her breasts, enjoying for a moment the site of the rain running down her shoulders and dropping lanquidly from her nipples. He wanted to tell her how beautifull she was to him, but he could find no words, for once the poet was dumbstruck... he would have to show her instead. The touch of his lips on her skin brought a purr from the cat woman and she could feel his body responding to her touch as much as she responded to him. She encouraged him out of the rest of his clothing, her own quickly following as she sank into his arms and touch, whispering encouragment until they tangled together as one beneath the rain and the open sky. She thought her heart might burst as heavily as it pounded against her chest, her fingers memorizing the lines of his body and her lips his taste. It wasn't a first time for either of them, but together it felt as though it was, as though no one in the world had ever existed for her except for him. She moaned her pleasure into his mouth as she shuddered around him, finally falling still against the grass, her fingers still stroking his hair gently as he rested against her chest. Her lips moved next to his ear, breathing quiet words. "Thank you." -- A.J. Venter Lead Developer - Direq International +27 82 726 5103 http://direq.org http://silentcoder.co.za From reptyle242 at btopenworld.com Wed Jun 1 11:03:59 2005 From: reptyle242 at btopenworld.com (Reptyle) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] State of mind [State, Edwards, Sullivan] References: <200505060827.44157.ajventer@direq.org> <200505241132.27287.ajventer@direq.org> <001d01c56063$3b641250$21179c51@i5q8v9> <200506010907.39126.ajventer@direq.org> Message-ID: <001701c56691$3b04f980$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> > Sullivan nodded, "One thing first, we need to decide where to assign you, > there is patrol duty, it is vital but dangerous work, or there is the > investigative division under Captain Edwards here, lots of brainwork - at > this stage, I reckon it's best if I let you choose..." State sat in thought for a moment. "I think we'd better vote on it.", he said, with a strange sense of despair on his face. Rubbing his arms nervously, he rolled his eyes back into his head and fell silent. As Sullivan watched, strange facial quirks started to appear across State's face. The slack mouth of Fantasy followed by the high eyebrows of Mind, punctuated by Disarray's cheek-chewing topped off with furrowed eyebrows. The eyes rolled back again. "Seeing as we cannot come to a decision ourselves, I have the casting vote.", he said," And I would prefer Patrol, as Investigation, though I'm sure it's a honourable job,", he flicked a look at Edwards," sounds far too much like schoolwork." He reached over and grabbed Fantasy's portrait and it popped into crayon marks in his hand, which slowly faded away. "I am remarkably hungry though, and I do have to eat for seven.", he smiled, as if making a joke was as easy as reciting War & Peace from memory. tag Mikey G "Sshhhh...Think of it as Plan B" "B? Didn't we go through this already? We're on like Plan Q!" The Order of the Stick ----- Original Message ----- From: "A.J. Venter" To: Cc: "Reptyle" Sent: Wednesday, June 01, 2005 8:07 AM Subject: Re: [GOTC] State of mind [State, Edwards, Sullivan] > > "S.S.S.Sorry", State stammered, "She is very confident and I'm sure she > > didn't mean any h-h-h-harm by it.". State looked around nervously, rubbing > > his hands together and spotted the 'picture' of Sullivan that Fantasy had > > drew. "Uhm..I can remove that if you want?", he squeaked, ", or else I can > > head for my room...if you can show me where that is?" > > Sullivan nodded, "One thing first, we need to decide where to assign you, > there is patrol duty, it is vital but dangerous work, or there is the > investigative division under Captain Edwards here, lots of brainwork - at > this stage, I reckon it's best if I let you choose..." > > tag > -- > A.J. Venter > Lead Developer - Direq International > +27 82 726 5103 > http://direq.org > http://silentcoder.co.za > From ajventer at direq.org Wed Jun 1 11:15:34 2005 From: ajventer at direq.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] State of mind [State, Edwards, Sullivan - JOY] In-Reply-To: <001701c56691$3b04f980$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> References: <200505060827.44157.ajventer@direq.org> <200506010907.39126.ajventer@direq.org> <001701c56691$3b04f980$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> Message-ID: <200506011215.35609.ajventer@direq.org> > > He reached over and grabbed Fantasy's portrait and it popped into crayon > marks in his hand, which slowly faded away. > > "I am remarkably hungry though, and I do have to eat for seven.", he > smiled, as if making a joke was as easy as reciting War & Peace from > memory. Sullivan nodded. "That's fine Lance-Constable." he rang a small bell on his desk, and a moment later a porter appeared in the doorway. "Yes commander ?" "Please show Lance-Constable State here to the diner so he can have a meal, and then arrange to have a room prepared for him while he ate and letting him know the number, and if you would be so kind, please ask Lieutennant Joy to drop by my office when she has a moment as well." The porter bowed and then looked at State, "Follow me please sir" [Tag State, you may start a new thread in the diner, somebody always turns up there :p] Sullivan looked at Edwards. "Schoolwork eh" he said with a smile. Edwards smiled back, "That's why I chose it... I have ... other priorities as well now" "Of course you do, go to her, you have worked hard enough for one night." "Thank you commander", Edwards said and excused himself heading off to the infirmary. Sullivan sat back in his chair and calmly waited for Joy to arrive. At least, he was calm on the outside, he had a harrowing suspicion she was upset with him... but there was a Jethro Sullivan he could offer her, and there was a Commander Sullivan of the Guardians - who had a duty that he could not forsake, not even for her. [tag Joy] -- A.J. Venter Lead Developer - Direq International +27 82 726 5103 http://direq.org http://silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at direq.org Wed Jun 1 11:33:24 2005 From: ajventer at direq.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] the waiting room, Tag Wendy, Sal, Edwards In-Reply-To: <060120050340.18882.429D2E1B000CA003000049C22206424613970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> References: <060120050340.18882.429D2E1B000CA003000049C22206424613970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <200506011233.25311.ajventer@direq.org> > > "Cover his feet and legs. He's cold and it's pulling blood away from > internal organs to try to warm him." Natalia frowned, flexing her fingers > and deepening her concentration. Slowly Evan's pelvis straightened and > began to meld together. "Morphine might be a good idea too. He doesn't > have any supernatural blood or traits to help the pain, and I can't push it > too fast." Sal had backed away when Natalia had begun, grudgingly aware that she was superfluous she was sitting on the bed now, watching Wendy's sleeping form and contemplating whether she should lick the girl awake... the last time she'd licked her Wendy had certainly been overjoyed... but she had been hurt after all so maybe she should be left to sleep or something. Sal was never confused, it was not an emotion she knew how to deal with and that was making her feel snappy and frustrated. So she gave Wendy a slobber lick from toe to hairline. Right now she was girl-shaped, but this was pretty much a doggy lick - she could do both. Then an absolute dish of a man stepped quietly through the door, Sal was suddenly aware (and very happily so) that she was still wearing only a hospital gown, and she didn't even look to see if Wendy had woken up. The hunk walked over to her but his eyes were locked solidly on Jessie's back as she leaned over her work. Sal of course was as open to the concept of a man wanting a woman other than her as three feat of lead is open to a beam of gamma-rays, she merely didn't notice. "Hi, wanna keep my company ?" she asked. The man appeared to notice her for the first time. "Oh er hi, I don't believe we've met. I'm waiting for Jessie, but she's clearly still busy, so we may as well wait together, I'm Captain Jay Edwards by the way". He appeared completely oblivious to her innuendo. Sal frowned. "Not too quick on the uptake" she thought, "not that I care, if he is quick on the ... uplift". She spoke lanquidly, seductively, "I'm Sal" she said, then she stood up, turned away and point to her lower back right above her young firm and uncovered backside. "I have a real itch... right here.. would you scratch it for me ?" Jay hardly even looked up, with Jessie in the room, Sal may have been dressed as a nun for all his ability to notice her as a sexual being. "Sorry, you must have misunderstood, I'm not medical staff." he said simply, "I'm just waiting for my fiance to finish" Sal sat down glumly and then looked back at Wendy for the first time since Edwards had come in sight. Wendy sat up, dribbling wet. Edwards saw the movement and noticed the tiny figure on the pillow for the first time, "Oh hi Wendy... what happened to you... you look almost exactly like when we first met, except I don't think it's beer this time" he gave her the smile of an old friend. -- A.J. Venter Lead Developer - Direq International +27 82 726 5103 http://direq.org http://silentcoder.co.za From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Wed Jun 1 11:33:11 2005 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] State of mind [State, Edwards, Sullivan - JOY] In-Reply-To: <200506011215.35609.ajventer@direq.org> Message-ID: <20050601103311.84747.qmail@web25703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> OOC > [Tag State, you may start a new thread in the diner, > somebody always turns up there :p] Gabe is there at the moment in fact :-) Mik. OOC ___________________________________________________________ Yahoo! Messenger - NEW crystal clear PC to PC calling worldwide with voicemail http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From reptyle242 at btopenworld.com Wed Jun 1 12:28:32 2005 From: reptyle242 at btopenworld.com (Reptyle) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Gabe] References: <200505060827.44157.ajventer@direq.org> <200505241132.27287.ajventer@direq.org> <001d01c56063$3b641250$21179c51@i5q8v9> <200506010907.39126.ajventer@direq.org> <001701c56691$3b04f980$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> Message-ID: <002701c5669d$0afa4680$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> State left Sullivan's office and wandered towards the canteen. His mind was obviously on other things as weird snatches of voices emanated from the corners of his mouth. "Meat is murder. I will not be a party to murder." "It's dead already you stupid cow." "That's not the point. We are above such things." "I AM HUNGWY!" "I ain't eating rabbit food again. Can't you just shift to the back and not look." "Can't you just disappear permanently?" "Der ain't nuffin wrong with a piece o' the flesh. It be good for you. Bring you back it will." Entering the room, a volley of stares hit him and he stalled. The eyes returned to their dinner plates, but he could feel the voices continue to focus on him. Ignoring the nausea of meeting a new group of people he selected two trays and piled up seven plates with various mixtures of foodstuffs. All in tiny portions. As he came to the counter, he smiled gently and let Disarray take control. "Hi there, I think this will come to $19.26 exactly. Do you take credit cards?", he said, flashing his Gold Am-Ex. The serving lady looked at him almost in despair and said "Uh...not really sir, this is just a canteen." Disarray raised his eyebrows and fumbled in his pockets. "Oh, all right then..let me see.". He brought out a 20 Franc note, followed by a 9 Dollar Bill, followed by a red jelly baby and this stream of items built up on the tray until he finally pulled out a 20 dollar note of American origin. "This is one of yours, isn't it?", he said, grabbing the items on the tray and stuffing them back into his pockets. With food stuffs paid for, he selected a table where he could see the rest of the room and sat down to eat. (tag) Mikey G "Sshhhh...Think of it as Plan B" "B? Didn't we go through this already? We're on like Plan Q!" The Order of the Stick From ajventer at direq.org Wed Jun 1 12:39:31 2005 From: ajventer at direq.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Gabe] In-Reply-To: <002701c5669d$0afa4680$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> References: <200505060827.44157.ajventer@direq.org> <001701c56691$3b04f980$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> <002701c5669d$0afa4680$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> Message-ID: <200506011339.32267.ajventer@direq.org> > "Hi there, I think this will come to $19.26 exactly. Do you take credit > cards?", he said, flashing his Gold Am-Ex. > The serving lady looked at him almost in despair and said "Uh...not really > sir, this is just a canteen." > > Disarray raised his eyebrows and fumbled in his pockets. "Oh, all right > then..let me see.". He brought out a 20 Franc note, followed by a 9 Dollar > Bill, followed by a red jelly baby and this stream of items built up on the > tray until he finally pulled out a 20 dollar note of American origin. > GM's NOTE, the canteen doesn't charge ! Sullivan pays for it. A.J. -- A.J. Venter Lead Developer - Direq International +27 82 726 5103 http://direq.org http://silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Jun 1 13:13:19 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] State of mind [State, Edwards, Sullivan - JOY] In-Reply-To: <200506011215.35609.ajventer@direq.org> References: <200505060827.44157.ajventer@direq.org> <200506010907.39126.ajventer@direq.org> <001701c56691$3b04f980$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> <200506011215.35609.ajventer@direq.org> Message-ID: > "Of course you do, go to her, you have worked hard enough for one night." > "Thank you commander", Edwards said and excused himself heading off to the > infirmary. > > Sullivan sat back in his chair and calmly waited for Joy to arrive. At least, > he was calm on the outside, he had a harrowing suspicion she was upset with > him... but there was a Jethro Sullivan he could offer her, and there was a > Commander Sullivan of the Guardians - who had a duty that he could not > forsake, not even for her. When Joy received the request to attend the Commander's office, her heart leapt for a moment, and then sank into the bottom of her boots. What did he want? The porter had addressed her as Lieutenant but was that who Jethro wanted, r did he want her, Joy. Only one way to find out. She excused herself from Ratso and Muse and went up the stairs to knock on his office door. tag (OOC Have you re-read their most recent conversation recently? It was about Nov, in Outfitter.) -- ...the next news was I was in a heap, on a load of spikes, some fifteen feet or so below ground level, at the bottom of a bag-shaped game pit. It is at these times you realise the blessing of a good thick skirt. -- Mary Kingsley (1862-1900) From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Jun 1 13:16:14 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] There's a dog in the hospital ![Tag The Doctors, Wendy, Marie] In-Reply-To: <-8209413145407833589@unknownmsgid> References: <-8209413145407833589@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: On 6/1/05, jenarey@comcast.net wrote: > Frances pulled some more blood out from the warming bath, and set up a second IV. "Is there anything else that we can do to improve things for you?" > > "Cover his feet and legs. He's cold and it's pulling blood away from internal organs to try to warm him." Natalia frowned, flexing her fingers and deepening her concentration. Slowly Evan's pelvis straightened and began to meld together. "Morphine might be a good idea too. He doesn't have any supernatural blood or traits to help the pain, and I can't push it too fast." Frances gestured to the orderlied to bring more blankets and an electric heated pad to lay across him. "Is the electricity going to affect what you're doing?" she asked Natalia, not wishing to interfere with the process. Jessie had the keys to the controlled drugs cabinet, and so she looked to her to give him major pain relief. tag -- ...the next news was I was in a heap, on a load of spikes, some fifteen feet or so below ground level, at the bottom of a bag-shaped game pit. It is at these times you realise the blessing of a good thick skirt. -- Mary Kingsley (1862-1900) From ajventer at gmail.com Wed Jun 1 13:32:09 2005 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] State of mind [State, Edwards, Sullivan - JOY] In-Reply-To: References: <200505060827.44157.ajventer@direq.org> <200506010907.39126.ajventer@direq.org> <001701c56691$3b04f980$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> <200506011215.35609.ajventer@direq.org> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0506010532185905f1@mail.gmail.com> > > > > Sullivan sat back in his chair and calmly waited for Joy to arrive. At least, > > he was calm on the outside, he had a harrowing suspicion she was upset with > > him... but there was a Jethro Sullivan he could offer her, and there was a > > Commander Sullivan of the Guardians - who had a duty that he could not > > forsake, not even for her. > > When Joy received the request to attend the Commander's office, her > heart leapt for a moment, and then sank into the bottom of her boots. > What did he want? The porter had addressed her as Lieutenant but was > that who Jethro wanted, r did he want her, Joy. Only one way to find > out. > > She excused herself from Ratso and Muse and went up the stairs to > knock on his office door. > > (OOC Have you re-read their most recent conversation recently? It was > about Nov, in Outfitter.) OOC: Yes, of course ;) "Come on in, and... close it behind you please" Sullivan said in a friendly voice, he waited until she was inside before he spoke again. "That was it for tonight, everyone is back, I'll have to check in on Evan later, but there's no more I can do for a few hours, so I'm going off duty... and with everyone here, we don't need you on guard duty anymore... would you like to join me ?" he was speaking in a very soft and friendly voice. Outside the soft patter of the rain began to hit the window behind him, drumming lightly. [OOC: NOBODY else picked up on that que eh ? ] "Perhaps I could stoke up the fireplace, and we can have a bit of time just to ourselves ? Tomorrow, I want to start your field training... personally... but for tonight - let's just be Joy and Jethro ? What do you say Ma Cherie ?" tag -- "Semper in excretum set alta variant" - My father A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From reptyle242 at btopenworld.com Wed Jun 1 13:53:15 2005 From: reptyle242 at btopenworld.com (Reptyle) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Gabe] References: <200505060827.44157.ajventer@direq.org> <001701c56691$3b04f980$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> <002701c5669d$0afa4680$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> <200506011339.32267.ajventer@direq.org> Message-ID: <003e01c566a8$e05b0ed0$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> (OOC: ACk...ok....) "Hi there, I think this will come to $19.26 exactly. Do you take credit cards?", he said, flashing his Gold Am-Ex. The serving lady looked at him almost in despair and said "Uh...not really sir, this is just a canteen." Disarray raised his eyebrows and fumbled in his pockets. "Oh, all right then..let me see.". He brought out a 20 Franc note, followed by a 9 Dollar Bill, followed by a red jelly baby and this stream of items built up on the tray until he finally pulled out a 20 dollar note of American origin. "This is one of yours, isn't it?", he said, grabbing the items on the tray and stuffing them back into his pockets. Grimacing at the range of stuff piled up on the tray, she pushes the note back into Disarray's hand. "I'm afraid you don't understand Sir, this is all paid for.." Frowning, he selected a table where he could see the rest of the room and sat down to eat. (tag) Mikey G "Sshhhh...Think of it as Plan B" "B? Didn't we go through this already? We're on like Plan Q!" The Order of the Stick ----- Original Message ----- From: "A.J. Venter" To: Cc: "Reptyle" Sent: Wednesday, June 01, 2005 12:39 PM Subject: Re: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Gabe] > > "Hi there, I think this will come to $19.26 exactly. Do you take credit > > cards?", he said, flashing his Gold Am-Ex. > > The serving lady looked at him almost in despair and said "Uh...not really > > sir, this is just a canteen." > > > > Disarray raised his eyebrows and fumbled in his pockets. "Oh, all right > > then..let me see.". He brought out a 20 Franc note, followed by a 9 Dollar > > Bill, followed by a red jelly baby and this stream of items built up on the > > tray until he finally pulled out a 20 dollar note of American origin. > > > GM's NOTE, the canteen doesn't charge ! Sullivan pays for it. > > A.J. > > -- > A.J. Venter > Lead Developer - Direq International > +27 82 726 5103 > http://direq.org > http://silentcoder.co.za > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc > From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Jun 1 14:44:36 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] If the wind changes - Meg, Evan In-Reply-To: <20050526182100.39417.qmail@web25704.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20050601134436.57599.qmail@web40528.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>"Like anythin' it's gonna need a bit of practise I reckon. You've barely been lycan? I'd forgot, yeah, I dahn't think you've got anyfing to fret about changin' back. Wot I recall, when yer ain't done it much it can be 'ard to change between forms. I reckon it's more of that self view fing, yer know, if yer fink the wolf ain't you then it's easy to get it in yer 'ead that yer can't change wot it is. It's like I said, remember the wolf is you, so your it, an' pick the form yer fancy. That make sense?" said Evan.<< "Yeah," Meg said, nodding. "Yeah, it does. Thanks, Evan. I knew you'd know what to do. Now, if we can get you settled so you don't feel like you're going crazy, we'll be in good shape. Wonder if they're getting you fixed up ok out there?" The dream was getting a little fuzzy around the edges. Bits of the room were fading. "Uh, oh," she said. "Is that you, or me?" Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Jun 1 14:47:57 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Working on the problem COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20050601134757.75250.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> queenortart wrote: >>"Superb, I'm an UK size 11 wide, European size 46, American 12 I think, I don't care much about what they look like if they're black."<< Terry had pulled out a notebook and was writing down Callum's size information. "I'll call them right away. Well, in the morning, at any rate." >He winked at her. "So Jay's getting married then?"< "Yeah, so he says. He needs to, before those two end up with little Jays and Jessies running around," Terry grinned. "I think they're waiting for things to settle down, but things never settle down around here..." tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Jun 1 15:15:14 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter In-Reply-To: <060120050313.1683.429D27CB00040A91000006932206999735970A9D 0 E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20050601141514.43488.qmail@web40524.mail.yahoo.com> jenarey@comcast.net wrote: > "Indeed. It'll be good to get tonight out of the way." She thought of > Jethro, with very mixed feelings. She wasn't sure exactly how much of a row > was brewing, but she suspected it was likely to be a damn good one. Her > stomach knotted in anticipation. > "So what do you do around here Muse?" Small talk was not one of Joy's > strongest abilities, and she was finding it very hard to do. >Muse sank into one of the chairs near Ratso, blinking as she was drawn into the conversation. Most people didn't ask and she usually became more of a part of the walls, but she was somehow happy to be noticed. "I..I run the kitchens."< Ratso took her hand and smiled at her. "She doesn't just run da kitchen. She cooks all dat great food you eat around here! An' once ya been here long enough, she'll know just what ya like an' give it to ya without you even havin' ta ask!" Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Jun 1 15:18:21 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] There's a dog in the hospital ![Tag The Doctors, Wendy, Marie] In-Reply-To: <060120050340.18882.429D2E1B000CA003000049C22206424613970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20050601141821.96923.qmail@web40526.mail.yahoo.com> jenarey@comcast.net wrote: >Frances pulled some more blood out from the warming bath, and set up a second IV. "Is there anything else that we can do to improve things for you?" "Cover his feet and legs. He's cold and it's pulling blood away from internal organs to try to warm him." Natalia frowned, flexing her fingers and deepening her concentration. Slowly Evan's pelvis straightened and began to meld together. "Morphine might be a good idea too. He doesn't have any supernatural blood or traits to help the pain, and I can't push it too fast."< "Of course," Jessie said. She sent an orderly for blankets while she got the morphine. She injected some into his IV, then slipped some socks on his feet before arranging the covers over his legs. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Jun 1 15:19:57 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Sorry all In-Reply-To: <200506010940.13568.ajventer@direq.org> Message-ID: <20050601141957.71962.qmail@web40523.mail.yahoo.com> Glad you're feeling better. :) I'm back too, but I have to leave for work soon. I'll catch up as soon as I can. Kat "A.J. Venter" wrote: About the extended delay, I was sick in bed with a bad case of the flu through the weekend and half this week. I'm back today however. A.J. -- A.J. Venter Lead Developer - Direq International +27 82 726 5103 http://direq.org http://silentcoder.co.za _______________________________________________ GOTC mailing list GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Jun 1 17:45:35 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] State of mind [State, Edwards, Sullivan - JOY] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc0506010532185905f1@mail.gmail.com> References: <200505060827.44157.ajventer@direq.org> <200506010907.39126.ajventer@direq.org> <001701c56691$3b04f980$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> <200506011215.35609.ajventer@direq.org> <7f39e5bc0506010532185905f1@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > "Come on in, and... close it behind you please" Sullivan said in a > friendly voice, he waited until she was inside before he spoke again. > "That was it for tonight, everyone is back, I'll have to check in on > Evan later, but there's no more I can do for a few hours, so I'm going > off duty... and with everyone here, we don't need you on guard duty > anymore... would you like to join me ?" he was speaking in a very soft > and friendly voice. Outside the soft patter of the rain began to hit > the window behind him, drumming lightly. > [OOC: NOBODY else picked up on that que eh ? ] I noticed :) > "Perhaps I could stoke up the fireplace, and we can have a bit of time > just to ourselves ? Tomorrow, I want to start your field training... > personally... but for tonight - let's just be Joy and Jethro ? What do > you say Ma Cherie ?" How did he make it sound like everything was so simple? Things were never that simple, and there were so many things she wanted to say. She leant against the door, feeling very uncomfortable about proceeding further into the room, and looked at him, puzzled. There would be nothing easier than just to accept his offer, forget how she'd felt earlier, and nothing more difficult than to do so. "When do you intend that we should talk about tonight? About what happened tonight? About you and me, and how this can possibly hope to work?" .she said tentatively. Tag -- ...the next news was I was in a heap, on a load of spikes, some fifteen feet or so below ground level, at the bottom of a bag-shaped game pit. It is at these times you realise the blessing of a good thick skirt. -- Mary Kingsley (1862-1900) From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Jun 1 17:50:35 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter In-Reply-To: <20050601141514.43488.qmail@web40524.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20050601141514.43488.qmail@web40524.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > Ratso took her hand and smiled at her. "She doesn't just run da kitchen. She cooks all dat great food you eat around here! An' once ya been here long enough, she'll know just what ya like an' give it to ya without you even havin' ta ask!" "I thought the waffles were very good indeed" Joy said smiling, then thought about the fact that that acknowledge where she had been to eat waffles, and blushed. A porter arrived summoning her to Jethro's office. ooc - rounds that off from J's POV -- ...the next news was I was in a heap, on a load of spikes, some fifteen feet or so below ground level, at the bottom of a bag-shaped game pit. It is at these times you realise the blessing of a good thick skirt. -- Mary Kingsley (1862-1900) From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Jun 1 17:51:36 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Sorry all In-Reply-To: <20050601141957.71962.qmail@web40523.mail.yahoo.com> References: <200506010940.13568.ajventer@direq.org> <20050601141957.71962.qmail@web40523.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: And I have an evil cold. But I'm still going gaming tonight :) Can't keep a good / bad woman down :) On 6/1/05, Kathy Perkins wrote: > Glad you're feeling better. :) I'm back too, but I have to leave for work soon. I'll catch up as soon as I can. > > Kat > > "A.J. Venter" wrote: > About the extended delay, I was sick in bed with a bad case of the flu through > the weekend and half this week. > > I'm back today however. > > A.J. > -- > A.J. Venter > Lead Developer - Direq International > +27 82 726 5103 > http://direq.org > http://silentcoder.co.za > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc > -- ...the next news was I was in a heap, on a load of spikes, some fifteen feet or so below ground level, at the bottom of a bag-shaped game pit. It is at these times you realise the blessing of a good thick skirt. -- Mary Kingsley (1862-1900) From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Jun 1 17:54:23 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Working on the problem COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <20050601134757.75250.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20050601134757.75250.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > "So Jay's getting married then?"< > > "Yeah, so he says. He needs to, before those two end up with little Jays and Jessies running around," Terry grinned. "I think they're waiting for things to settle down, but things never settle down around here..." "Tell me aboot it! Well it'll do him good to get settled, and her as well. Seems like this environment makes everyone decide they should settle down with someone. Something about living as though you'll die tomorrow" tag -- ...the next news was I was in a heap, on a load of spikes, some fifteen feet or so below ground level, at the bottom of a bag-shaped game pit. It is at these times you realise the blessing of a good thick skirt. -- Mary Kingsley (1862-1900) From ajventer at gmail.com Wed Jun 1 18:31:05 2005 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] State of mind [State, Edwards, Sullivan - JOY] In-Reply-To: References: <200505060827.44157.ajventer@direq.org> <200506010907.39126.ajventer@direq.org> <001701c56691$3b04f980$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> <200506011215.35609.ajventer@direq.org> <7f39e5bc0506010532185905f1@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc05060110311c7befa1@mail.gmail.com> > > "When do you intend that we should talk about tonight? About what > happened tonight? About you and me, and how this can possibly hope to > work?" .she said tentatively. He looked at her over the top of the table, his eyes soft and kind. "I was planning to talk about it in there, as Joy and Jethro, but we can do it here as Commander and Lieutennant if you prefer" he said softly. He thought for a long moment, "but it's because of tonight that I wanted to start your training tomorrow... so it would never happen again. Damien's first night here he was also on guard duty... as I recall he ended up spending the day thereafter in the infirmary, everybody gets their turn." He stopped, not sure what else he should say. tag -- "Semper in excretum set alta variant" - My father A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Jun 1 19:59:08 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Working on the problem COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20050601185908.60994.qmail@web40507.mail.yahoo.com> --- queenortart wrote: > "Tell me aboot it! Well it'll do him good to get > settled, and her as > well. Seems like this environment makes everyone > decide they should > settle down with someone. Something about living as > though you'll die > tomorrow" "You've hit it exactly," Terry said. "When you live on the edge, you want to take what you can get when you get it. I may have to light a fire under big brother, though. We could do with a celebration around here, I think." Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Jun 1 20:07:57 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] There's a dog in the hospital ![Tag The Doctors, Natalia, Evan?] In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20050601190757.85858.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> --- queenortart wrote: > On 6/1/05, jenarey@comcast.net > wrote: > > Frances pulled some more blood out from the > warming bath, and set up a second IV. "Is there > anything else that we can do to improve things for > you?" > > > > "Cover his feet and legs. He's cold and it's > pulling blood away from internal organs to try to > warm him." Natalia frowned, flexing her fingers and > deepening her concentration. Slowly Evan's pelvis > straightened and began to meld together. "Morphine > might be a good idea too. He doesn't have any > supernatural blood or traits to help the pain, and I > can't push it too fast." > > Frances gestured to the orderlied to bring more > blankets and an > electric heated pad to lay across him. > > "Is the electricity going to affect what you're > doing?" she asked > Natalia, not wishing to interfere with the process. Jessie shook her head. "No heating pad, Frances," she whispered. "He's not conscious, and I don't want to risk burns on top of everything else." She handed over some socks. "Just use these. They'll do just as well without the risk." > > Jessie had the keys to the controlled drugs cabinet, > and so she looked > to her to give him major pain relief. > Jessie got some morphine and injected it into the IV port. She started with a low dose until Evan's heart and respiration were up a little higher. She'd taken a pulse before giving the morphine, and she wasn't completely at ease yet. Tag OOC: Just FYI -- best not to use heating pads on an unconscious person. You may set it too hot, and they won't be in a position to tell you. They would also be a fire hazard in this setting. Same for electric blankets. One broken wire, and you have a fire on your hands... From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Jun 1 20:20:41 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] the waiting room, Tag Wendy, Sal, Edwards In-Reply-To: <200506011233.25311.ajventer@direq.org> Message-ID: <20050601192041.80157.qmail@web40527.mail.yahoo.com> > > Sal had backed away when Natalia had begun, > grudgingly aware that she was > superfluous she was sitting on the bed now, watching > Wendy's sleeping form > and contemplating whether she should lick the girl > awake... the last time > she'd licked her Wendy had certainly been > overjoyed... but she had been hurt > after all so maybe she should be left to sleep or > something. > Sal was never confused, it was not an emotion she > knew how to deal with and > that was making her feel snappy and frustrated. > So she gave Wendy a slobber lick from toe to > hairline. Right now she was > girl-shaped, but this was pretty much a doggy lick - > she could do both. > > Then an absolute dish of a man stepped quietly > through the door, Sal was > suddenly aware (and very happily so) that she was > still wearing only a > hospital gown, and she didn't even look to see if > Wendy had woken up. The > hunk walked over to her but his eyes were locked > solidly on Jessie's back as > she leaned over her work. > > Sal of course was as open to the concept of a man > wanting a woman other than > her as three feat of lead is open to a beam of > gamma-rays, she merely didn't > notice. > "Hi, wanna keep my company ?" she asked. > > The man appeared to notice her for the first time. > "Oh er hi, I don't believe > we've met. I'm waiting for Jessie, but she's clearly > still busy, so we may as > well wait together, I'm Captain Jay Edwards by the > way". He appeared > completely oblivious to her innuendo. > > Sal frowned. "Not too quick on the uptake" she > thought, "not that I care, if > he is quick on the ... uplift". She spoke lanquidly, > seductively, "I'm Sal" > she said, then she stood up, turned away and point > to her lower back right > above her young firm and uncovered backside. "I have > a real itch... right > here.. would you scratch it for me ?" > Jay hardly even looked up, with Jessie in the room, > Sal may have been dressed > as a nun for all his ability to notice her as a > sexual being. > "Sorry, you must have misunderstood, I'm not medical > staff." he said simply, > "I'm just waiting for my fiance to finish" > Sal sat down glumly and then looked back at Wendy > for the first time since > Edwards had come in sight. > > Wendy sat up, dribbling wet. > Edwards saw the movement and noticed the tiny figure > on the pillow for the > first time, "Oh hi Wendy... what happened to you... > you look almost exactly > like when we first met, except I don't think it's > beer this time" he gave her > the smile of an old friend. Wendy was still a little groggy, and she wiped some of the drool off her face with the corner of the pillowcase. She fluttered her wings experimentally, and they seemed to work. Then the voice she'd heard registered. She looked up and beamed. "Jay, sweetie!" she cried. She zoomed over to him, lips puckered, and slammed into his face, leaving a small lip-shaped mark on his cheek. "You decided to come back to me!" She clung to his ear and licked the lobe. Then she saw Sal. "Hello, lover!" She abandoned Jay and flew over to Sal. She kissed her cheek passionately, which was the best she could do under the circumstances. "Sal, this is Jay Edwards. The ABSOLUTE handsomest guy in the entire world, and he's all mine! I'm more than happy to share him with you, of course. Whadda ya say, Jay? You know what they say...once you've had pixie, you never go back." She noticed her sweetie seemed a bit distracted, but she attributed this to his joy at seeing her again. She returned her attention to Sal, and hugged her neck tightly. Tag From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Jun 1 23:37:33 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] State of mind [State, Edwards, Sullivan - JOY] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc05060110311c7befa1@mail.gmail.com> References: <200505060827.44157.ajventer@direq.org> <200506010907.39126.ajventer@direq.org> <001701c56691$3b04f980$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> <200506011215.35609.ajventer@direq.org> <7f39e5bc0506010532185905f1@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc05060110311c7befa1@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > He looked at her over the top of the table, his eyes soft and kind. > "I was planning to talk about it in there, as Joy and Jethro, but we > can do it here as > Commander and Lieutennant if you prefer" he said softly. He thought > for a long moment, > "but it's because of tonight that I wanted to start your training > tomorrow... so it would never happen again. Damien's first night here > he was also on guard duty... as I recall he ended up spending the day > thereafter in the infirmary, everybody gets their turn." > He stopped, not sure what else he should say. "To be honest... to be completely honest Jethro... I don't know what I want." she answered in a moment of perfect truth. "I feel shut out, and useless, and angry, and guilty and I feel awful that more people were hurt going after those bastards. I want to DO something, not to sit on the sidelines and watch other people take a battering that I feel is mine." She paused then and looked at him properly for the first time, seeing the kindness in his eyes. "And now I feel petty and selfish for saying all that and not accepting that I'm not ready, even though I know it's true, it doesn't make me like myself very much right now." tag -- ...the next news was I was in a heap, on a load of spikes, some fifteen feet or so below ground level, at the bottom of a bag-shaped game pit. It is at these times you realise the blessing of a good thick skirt. -- Mary Kingsley (1862-1900) From jenarey at comcast.net Thu Jun 2 06:14:22 2005 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] There's a dog in the hospital ![Tag The Doctors, Natalia, Evan?] Message-ID: <060220050514.10695.429E95AE0000DEC8000029C72206424613970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> > Jessie got some morphine and injected it into the IV port. She started with a low dose until Evan's heart and respiration were up a little higher. She'd taken a pulse before giving the morphine, and she wasn't completely at ease yet. Natalia gave a quiet sigh as the ladies assisted. Their actions made things easier and she brought her other hand over Evan's chest, increasing the power she was pouring into Evan's body. The runes on her fingers began to ease, paling as the bleeding inside of his body stopped and his bones began to knit back together. From ajventer at gmail.com Thu Jun 2 09:37:20 2005 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] the waiting room, Tag Wendy, Sal, Edwards In-Reply-To: <20050601192041.80157.qmail@web40527.mail.yahoo.com> References: <200506011233.25311.ajventer@direq.org> <20050601192041.80157.qmail@web40527.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc05060201375063c231@mail.gmail.com> > > "Sal, this is Jay Edwards. The ABSOLUTE handsomest > guy in the entire world, and he's all mine! I'm more > than happy to share him with you, of course. Whadda > ya say, Jay? You know what they say...once you've had > pixie, you never go back." > > She noticed her sweetie seemed a bit distracted, but > she attributed this to his joy at seeing her again. > She returned her attention to Sal, and hugged her neck > tightly. > If there was a flaw to the character of Jason Edwards, it was that to him the tiny pixie could never be anything worse than 'incorrigible'. Seeing Jessie had upped his spirits far beyond the level where he could be upset. "I've never had pixie... and I don't intend to start now, but you'll always be my slightly insain friend" he said laughing, "as for you Miss er Sal, very please to make your acquantaince but I'm afraid our little mutual friend wil have to break a promisse... she cannot share that which isn't hers" Sal pouted, "Just when I was starting to picture the threesome" Jay's current mood left him assuming it was a joke. "Sorry to dissapoint ladies, but my heart belongs to the pretty, smart blond over there" Sal smiled, "That's okay then, it aint yer heart we was planning to get jiggy with." tag -- "Semper in excretum set alta variant" - My father A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at gmail.com Thu Jun 2 09:41:31 2005 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] State of mind [State, Edwards, Sullivan - JOY] In-Reply-To: References: <200505060827.44157.ajventer@direq.org> <200506010907.39126.ajventer@direq.org> <001701c56691$3b04f980$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> <200506011215.35609.ajventer@direq.org> <7f39e5bc0506010532185905f1@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc05060110311c7befa1@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc050602014125f4c3a@mail.gmail.com> > She paused then and looked at him properly for the first time, seeing > the kindness in his eyes. > > "And now I feel petty and selfish for saying all that and not > accepting that I'm not ready, even though I know it's true, it doesn't > make me like myself very much right now." > Jethro smiled kindly at her, "Don't feel bad about it Ma Cherie, every single guardian I've ever assigned to guard duty has made that speech to me - if you didn't I would have had serious doubts about whether you should be one. The guardians survive by taking each others beatings, everyone wants to be on the frontlines, but we have to take turns. You're going to be great at your job, and I promisse you, tomorrow I'll start your training myself, you already know how to use weapons, a bit of hand-to-hand training and some teamwork training you're good to go in two or three days." tag -- "Semper in excretum set alta variant" - My father A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Thu Jun 2 10:03:11 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] State of mind [State, Edwards, Sullivan - JOY] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc050602014125f4c3a@mail.gmail.com> References: <200505060827.44157.ajventer@direq.org> <200506010907.39126.ajventer@direq.org> <001701c56691$3b04f980$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> <200506011215.35609.ajventer@direq.org> <7f39e5bc0506010532185905f1@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc05060110311c7befa1@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc050602014125f4c3a@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > Jethro smiled kindly at her, "Don't feel bad about it Ma Cherie, every > single guardian I've > ever assigned to guard duty has made that speech to me - if you didn't > I would have had > serious doubts about whether you should be one. The guardians survive > by taking each > others beatings, everyone wants to be on the frontlines, but we have > to take turns. > You're going to be great at your job, and I promisse you, tomorrow > I'll start your training > myself, you already know how to use weapons, a bit of hand-to-hand > training and some teamwork training you're good to go in two or three > days." Joy felt like the wind had been taken out of her sails, and she seemed to sag visibly. She nodded her head, biting her lip. "I'll be in Charlottesville, on Sunday and Monday, don't forget, with Terry. And I've still got a ton of work to do." she pushed herself off the door with both her hands behind her. "If it takes a week, it takes a week. Who knows. I'll just have to be... erm... patient." She released a long drawn out sigh, looking at her feet. When she raised her head again she was smiling, after a fashion. "Let's go upstairs then." she held out her hand to him. "A fire sounds great." tag -- ...the next news was I was in a heap, on a load of spikes, some fifteen feet or so below ground level, at the bottom of a bag-shaped game pit. It is at these times you realise the blessing of a good thick skirt. -- Mary Kingsley (1862-1900) From ajventer at gmail.com Thu Jun 2 10:17:21 2005 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] State of mind [State, Edwards, Sullivan - JOY] In-Reply-To: References: <200505060827.44157.ajventer@direq.org> <001701c56691$3b04f980$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> <200506011215.35609.ajventer@direq.org> <7f39e5bc0506010532185905f1@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc05060110311c7befa1@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc050602014125f4c3a@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc050602021736bd274@mail.gmail.com> > > Joy felt like the wind had been taken out of her sails, and she seemed > to sag visibly. She nodded her head, biting her lip. > > "I'll be in Charlottesville, on Sunday and Monday, don't forget, with > Terry. And I've still got a ton of work to do." she pushed herself off > the door with both her hands behind her. > > "If it takes a week, it takes a week. Who knows. I'll just have to > be... erm... patient." > > She released a long drawn out sigh, looking at her feet. When she > raised her head again she was smiling, after a fashion. > > "Let's go upstairs then." she held out her hand to him. "A fire sounds great." > Jethro took her hand and touched it lightly to his lips. "As you wish Ma Cherie." he said softly. Then he straightened up hooked her arm over his elbow, leading her to the rear door from his office into his quarters. "I took the liberty earlier of having a little surprize prepared for you" he whispered as he pushed the ornate doors open, and there on the coffee table between the couch and the fireplace stood a little raised glass dais holding a thing of beauty. It was exquisitely decorated, and everything about it screamed decadent pleasure in it's most extreme form. "I do believe I should give Muse a bonus, she has outdone herself." Jethro said with a chuckle, "now *that* is what I call a cheesecake". tag -- "Semper in excretum set alta variant" - My father A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Thu Jun 2 10:27:42 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] State of mind [State, Edwards, Sullivan - JOY] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc050602021736bd274@mail.gmail.com> References: <200505060827.44157.ajventer@direq.org> <200506011215.35609.ajventer@direq.org> <7f39e5bc0506010532185905f1@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc05060110311c7befa1@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc050602014125f4c3a@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc050602021736bd274@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > Jethro took her hand and touched it lightly to his lips. "As you wish > Ma Cherie." he said softly. Then he straightened up hooked her arm > over his elbow, leading her to the rear door from his office into his > quarters. > "I took the liberty earlier of having a little surprize prepared for > you" he whispered as he pushed the ornate doors open, and there on the > coffee table between the couch and the > fireplace stood a little raised glass dais holding a thing of beauty. > It was exquisitely decorated, and everything about it screamed > decadent pleasure in it's most extreme form. "I do believe I should > give Muse a bonus, she has outdone herself." Jethro said with a > chuckle, "now *that* is what I call a cheesecake". Joy's adrenaline rose at the word suprise, she really wasn't fond of suprises. When she saw the cheesecake, her mouth formed an O of delight, and she giggled. "I met her earlier, she seems a very nice woman. You should double her pay if she can create things like that." She sat down on the edge of the sofa, looking up at him. tag -- ...the next news was I was in a heap, on a load of spikes, some fifteen feet or so below ground level, at the bottom of a bag-shaped game pit. It is at these times you realise the blessing of a good thick skirt. -- Mary Kingsley (1862-1900) From ajventer at gmail.com Thu Jun 2 10:43:45 2005 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] State of mind [State, Edwards, Sullivan - JOY] In-Reply-To: References: <200505060827.44157.ajventer@direq.org> <7f39e5bc0506010532185905f1@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc05060110311c7befa1@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc050602014125f4c3a@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc050602021736bd274@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc05060202439475018@mail.gmail.com> > > "I took the liberty earlier of having a little surprize prepared for > > you" he whispered as he pushed the ornate doors open, and there on the > > coffee table between the couch and the > > fireplace stood a little raised glass dais holding a thing of beauty. > > It was exquisitely decorated, and everything about it screamed > > decadent pleasure in it's most extreme form. "I do believe I should > > give Muse a bonus, she has outdone herself." Jethro said with a > > chuckle, "now *that* is what I call a cheesecake". > > Joy's adrenaline rose at the word suprise, she really wasn't fond of > suprises. When she saw the cheesecake, her mouth formed an O of > delight, and she giggled. > > "I met her earlier, she seems a very nice woman. You should double her > pay if she can create things like that." > > She sat down on the edge of the sofa, looking up at him. > "I daresay you're right," Jethro said, "though I suspect that she may never forgive me if I do, she's an artist and though she would contest it, I believe there is a bit of artistic temperament there. But you're right a reward is in order." Jethro was thoughtfull for a moment, "Aah... I know... I shall sponsor a wonderful romantic night out for her and beau, anonymously off course." Jethro led Joy to the couch and sat her down gently, then he leaned over the table. "But now, just you and me" he said more softly, picking up the cake-knife lying next to the dais on a small plate. Two cake-plates were set as well. "How big would you like your first slice ?" tag -- "Semper in excretum set alta variant" - My father A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Thu Jun 2 11:57:02 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] State of mind [State, Edwards, Sullivan - JOY] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc05060202439475018@mail.gmail.com> References: <200505060827.44157.ajventer@direq.org> <7f39e5bc0506010532185905f1@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc05060110311c7befa1@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc050602014125f4c3a@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc050602021736bd274@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc05060202439475018@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > "I daresay you're right," Jethro said, "though I suspect that she may > never forgive me > if I do, she's an artist and though she would contest it, I believe > there is a bit of artistic temperament there. But you're right a > reward is in order." Jethro was thoughtfull for a moment, "Aah... I > know... I shall sponsor a wonderful romantic night out for her and > beau, anonymously off course." > Jethro led Joy to the couch and sat her down gently, then he leaned > over the table. > "But now, just you and me" he said more softly, picking up the > cake-knife lying next to the dais on a small plate. Two cake-plates > were set as well. > "How big would you like your first slice ?" "I'm tempted to ask for a tiny little piece to maintain my illusion of mystery and restraint, but actually let's cut to the chase and just make it a HUGE slice please. You can do something with the fire whilst I'm eating it." She leant down to undo her shoelaces and pull her shoes off one by one. If she was going to curl up with cheesecake then it would be rude to put her feet up on the sofa with her shoes still on. -- ...the next news was I was in a heap, on a load of spikes, some fifteen feet or so below ground level, at the bottom of a bag-shaped game pit. It is at these times you realise the blessing of a good thick skirt. -- Mary Kingsley (1862-1900) From ajventer at gmail.com Thu Jun 2 12:15:49 2005 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] State of mind [State, Edwards, Sullivan - JOY] In-Reply-To: References: <200505060827.44157.ajventer@direq.org> <7f39e5bc05060110311c7befa1@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc050602014125f4c3a@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc050602021736bd274@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc05060202439475018@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc05060204157c709bb4@mail.gmail.com> > "I'm tempted to ask for a tiny little piece to maintain my illusion of > mystery and restraint, but actually let's cut to the chase and just > make it a HUGE slice please. You can do something with the fire whilst > I'm eating it." > > She leant down to undo her shoelaces and pull her shoes off one by > one. If she was going to curl up with cheesecake then it would be rude > to put her feet up on the sofa with her shoes still on. > Jethro bowed deeply, stuck the knife into the cheesecake and pushed straight down, then he lifted it, moved it about ten degrees sideways and pushed down again, removing a tiny slice, he put this on the first plate. "For me" he said with a smile, and then dexterously placed the entire remainder onto her plate. "Saw this in an Asterix comic once, Obelix's approach to taste testing Cleopatra's food for her..." he laughed, then he turned around and busied himself with starting the fire. tag -- "Semper in excretum set alta variant" - My father A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Thu Jun 2 13:17:50 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] State of mind [State, Edwards, Sullivan - JOY] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc05060204157c709bb4@mail.gmail.com> References: <200505060827.44157.ajventer@direq.org> <7f39e5bc05060110311c7befa1@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc050602014125f4c3a@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc050602021736bd274@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc05060202439475018@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc05060204157c709bb4@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > Jethro bowed deeply, stuck the knife into the cheesecake and pushed > straight down, then > he lifted it, moved it about ten degrees sideways and pushed down > again, removing a tiny slice, he put this on the first plate. > "For me" he said with a smile, and then dexterously placed the entire remainder > onto her plate. "Saw this in an Asterix comic once, Obelix's approach > to taste testing Cleopatra's food for her..." he laughed, then he > turned around and busied himself with > starting the fire. Joy laughed, and picked a twirl of sugar sculpture off the top, crunching it between her teeth. She could almost feel the cavities forming. "So that's how he got to be the size of a house is it?" She went into the kitchen and collected two glasses of iced water, placing them on the coffee table. "If I was Cleopatra I'd be pretty upset if there were no seconds..." -- ...the next news was I was in a heap, on a load of spikes, some fifteen feet or so below ground level, at the bottom of a bag-shaped game pit. It is at these times you realise the blessing of a good thick skirt. -- Mary Kingsley (1862-1900) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Jun 2 19:47:01 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] the waiting room, Tag Wendy, Sal, Edwards In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc05060201375063c231@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20050602184702.95501.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> --- "A.J. Venter" wrote: > If there was a flaw to the character of Jason > Edwards, it was that to him the > tiny pixie could never be anything worse than > 'incorrigible'. > Seeing Jessie had upped his spirits far beyond the > level where he > could be upset. > "I've never had pixie... and I don't intend to start > now, but you'll > always be my slightly insain friend" he said > laughing, "as for you > Miss er Sal, very please to make your > acquantaince but I'm afraid our little mutual friend > wil have to break > a promisse... she > cannot share that which isn't hers" > > Sal pouted, "Just when I was starting to picture the > threesome" > > Jay's current mood left him assuming it was a joke. > "Sorry to dissapoint ladies, but my heart belongs to > the pretty, smart > blond over there" > Sal smiled, "That's okay then, it aint yer heart we > was planning to > get jiggy with." > Wendy wasn't able to focus on much of the conversation, but she did pick out the most important bit. "What blonde!? Where? I'll scratch her eyes out! How DARE she steal my sweetie!" There was fire in the pixie's eyes. She prepared to make a run at Jessie. Her wings were still a little weak, though, so Jay or Sal would easily be able to stop her. "Can you belive this jerk?" she muttered in Sal's ear as she readied herself for take-off. "He'd rather have that skinny little bimbo than the two of us. Well, I'll show HER!" Tag From queenortart at gmail.com Thu Jun 2 20:03:33 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Working on the problem COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <20050601185908.60994.qmail@web40507.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20050601185908.60994.qmail@web40507.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > "You've hit it exactly," Terry said. "When you live > on the edge, you want to take what you can get when > you get it. I may have to light a fire under big > brother, though. We could do with a celebration > around here, I think." "I agree. Time for some good things to happen." Callum noticed the sassenach guardian State coming into the canteen and waved at him, Gabe had slipped in at some point as well. tag (can move into the other thread) -- ...the next news was I was in a heap, on a load of spikes, some fifteen feet or so below ground level, at the bottom of a bag-shaped game pit. It is at these times you realise the blessing of a good thick skirt. -- Mary Kingsley (1862-1900) From ajventer at direq.org Thu Jun 2 20:09:46 2005 From: ajventer at direq.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] the waiting room, Tag Wendy, Sal, Edwards In-Reply-To: <20050602184702.95501.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20050602184702.95501.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200506022109.46547.ajventer@direq.org> > > Wendy wasn't able to focus on much of the > conversation, but she did pick out the most important > bit. > > "What blonde!? Where? I'll scratch her eyes out! > How DARE she steal my sweetie!" There was fire in the > pixie's eyes. She prepared to make a run at Jessie. > Her wings were still a little weak, though, so Jay or > Sal would easily be able to stop her. > > "Can you belive this jerk?" she muttered in Sal's ear > as she readied herself for take-off. "He'd rather > have that skinny little bimbo than the two of us. > Well, I'll show HER!" > Jay snatched her out of the air. "Whoa there Wendy. I've never known you as the jealous type. It would never work between us you know, your whole body is smaller than the bit of me you seem to crave..." Sal frowned and smiled at once, she had only heard the last bit and was doing some mental arithmetic and was pleased with the results. tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Thu Jun 2 20:47:32 2005 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry] In-Reply-To: <003e01c566a8$e05b0ed0$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> Message-ID: <20050602194732.78692.qmail@web25704.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Frowning, he selected a table where he could see the > rest of the room and sat down to eat. Relishing the feel of clothing that was both clean and intact Gabe had slipped in to the canteen and sat contemplating how to spend his time waiting on the off chance that Natalia might come free. He noticed Callum and Terry talking at another table and began to walk across to them as Callum waved to an odd looking newcomer who was heading for a table laden with the strangest tapas choice Gabe had ever seen. Arriving at the couples table Gabe excused himself, "hope I am not interrupting anything deep. Callum, I just wanted to check how Meg was." [tag Callum, Terry, State] ___________________________________________________________ Yahoo! Messenger - NEW crystal clear PC to PC calling worldwide with voicemail http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at direq.org Thu Jun 2 22:19:55 2005 From: ajventer at direq.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OT: Buy my book :) Message-ID: <200506022319.55681.ajventer@direq.org> Hi all, just to brag, I have my first book published in print !!!!1 And even better - it's under a creative commons license. http://www.lulu.com/content/131538 w00tage ! A.J. From queenortart at gmail.com Fri Jun 3 10:45:39 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry] In-Reply-To: <20050602194732.78692.qmail@web25704.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <003e01c566a8$e05b0ed0$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> <20050602194732.78692.qmail@web25704.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > Arriving at the couples table Gabe excused himself, > "hope I am not interrupting anything deep. Callum, I > just wanted to check how Meg was." "She's fast asleep right now, still in wolf form." he replied "I think it's all a bit too new for her, so I've left her to sleep, and done some reading up on it. If the lass is still wolf when she wakes up then I've got some plans. And you Gabe?" -- ...the next news was I was in a heap, on a load of spikes, some fifteen feet or so below ground level, at the bottom of a bag-shaped game pit. It is at these times you realise the blessing of a good thick skirt. -- Mary Kingsley (1862-1900) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Jun 3 18:50:59 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OT: Buy my book :) In-Reply-To: <200506022319.55681.ajventer@direq.org> Message-ID: <20050603175100.6766.qmail@web40506.mail.yahoo.com> Awesome!!!! :D I will buy it from home, as I'm on the laptop now... Kat --- "A.J. Venter" wrote: > Hi all, just to brag, I have my first book published > in print !!!!1 > > And even better - it's under a creative commons > license. > > http://www.lulu.com/content/131538 > > w00tage ! > > A.J. > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc > From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Jun 3 18:58:01 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] the waiting room, Tag Wendy, Sal, Edwards In-Reply-To: <200506022109.46547.ajventer@direq.org> Message-ID: <20050603175801.9379.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> --- "A.J. Venter" wrote: > Jay snatched her out of the air. "Whoa there Wendy. > I've never known you > as the jealous type. It would never work between us > you know, your whole > body is smaller than the bit of me you seem to > crave..." Wendy struggled in Jay's grip. "Baby, you'd be amazed at what I can do with this little body. But you'll never know now, will you? And of COURSE I'm jealous. I saw you first!" As she struggled, she realized that parts of her were rubbing against Jay's hand, and the sensation was very, very nice. "Mmmm," she purred, "that's nice. Maybe we could work out a time share..." > > Sal frowned and smiled at once, she had only heard > the last bit and was doing > some mental arithmetic and was pleased with the > results. > Tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Fri Jun 3 22:53:35 2005 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry] In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20050603215335.67515.qmail@web25706.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > "She's fast asleep right now, still in wolf form." > he replied "I think it's all a bit too new for her, > so I've left her to sleep, and done some reading up > on it. If the lass is still wolf when she wakes up > then I've got some plans. And you Gabe?" "Me?" Initially Gabe thought Callum was asking about plan he might have for Meg, but that didn't make sense, he hadn't really known what the problem was. "Oh, I just thought I could do with some time not pounding the bad guys, here is as good a place to relax as any." He considered mentioning that he was waiting on the off chance Natalia might make it here but didn't feel like elaborating. "I hear we had a couple of bad casualties in that last one," Gabe added. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ How much free photo storage do you get? Store your holiday snaps for FREE with Yahoo! Photos http://uk.photos.yahoo.com From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Sat Jun 4 09:02:35 2005 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry] In-Reply-To: <20050603215335.67515.qmail@web25706.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: "I hear we had a couple of bad casualties in that last one," Gabe added. "I didn't really see a lot, I'd transformed by then. Maybe State saw more than I did, have you met yet?" Without waiting for an answer Callum got up and went across to the table State was occupying. "Thanks for tonight Lad" he said. "Do you want to come join us, although I suspect pulling two tables together will be necessary!" tags From reptyle242 at btopenworld.com Sun Jun 5 01:24:16 2005 From: reptyle242 at btopenworld.com (Reptyle) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry] References: Message-ID: <001301c56964$e8b6d730$30179c51@i5q8v9> > Without waiting for an answer Callum got up and went across to the table > State was occupying. > "Thanks for tonight Lad" he said. "Do you want to come join us, although I > suspect pulling two tables together will be necessary!" > tags State looked up, startled, with a spoonful of pink blamange wobbling just inside his mouth. "That's a very kind offer. I don't mind if I do." One of the tables nearby made a very loud screeching noise as it dragged itself next to the others as State stood and walked towards the others. He sat down and neatly re-arranged the remaing seven dishes in tidy piles, two of which were already emptied. "I don't believe we have been introduced. My name is State and we're magicians." tags Mikey G "Sshhhh...Think of it as Plan B" "B? Didn't we go through this already? We're on like Plan Q!" The Order of the Stick ----- Original Message ----- From: "Sue Lee" To: Sent: Saturday, June 04, 2005 9:02 AM Subject: RE: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry] > "I hear we had a couple of bad casualties in that last > one," Gabe added. > "I didn't really see a lot, I'd transformed by then. Maybe State saw more > than I did, have you met yet?" > Without waiting for an answer Callum got up and went across to the table > State was occupying. > "Thanks for tonight Lad" he said. "Do you want to come join us, although I > suspect pulling two tables together will be necessary!" > tags > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc > From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Jun 5 16:01:43 2005 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry] In-Reply-To: <001301c56964$e8b6d730$30179c51@i5q8v9> Message-ID: <20050605150143.52936.qmail@web25710.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > "I don't believe we have been introduced. My name is > State and we're magicians." Gabe looked back at the man, inclining his glass slightly, "Captain Gabriel Luken, vampire." [tag] ___________________________________________________________ Yahoo! Messenger - NEW crystal clear PC to PC calling worldwide with voicemail http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at direq.org Mon Jun 6 07:25:45 2005 From: ajventer at direq.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] the waiting room, Tag Wendy, Sal, Edwards In-Reply-To: <20050603175801.9379.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20050603175801.9379.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200506060825.46032.ajventer@direq.org> > > Wendy struggled in Jay's grip. "Baby, you'd be amazed > at what I can do with this little body. But you'll > never know now, will you? And of COURSE I'm jealous. > I saw you first!" Sal nodded, "That's for sure, she's living evidence that size don't matter" > > As she struggled, she realized that parts of her were > rubbing against Jay's hand, and the sensation was > very, very nice. "Mmmm," she purred, "that's nice. > Maybe we could work out a time share..." Jay shook her out of his hand. "I'm afraid you'll have to discuss that with Jessie", a slightly evil smile grew on his lips, "and you know she'll be much more convinceable if you made friends with her first. Being nice would be to your advantage." tag -- A.J. Venter Lead Developer - Direq International +27 82 726 5103 http://direq.org http://silentcoder.co.za From reptyle242 at btopenworld.com Mon Jun 6 11:51:32 2005 From: reptyle242 at btopenworld.com (Reptyle) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry] References: <20050605150143.52936.qmail@web25710.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <000b01c56a85$b38a5830$8df02ad9@i5q8v9> > > "I don't believe we have been introduced. My name is > > State and we're magicians." > > Gabe looked back at the man, inclining his glass > slightly, "Captain Gabriel Luken, vampire." > State had run into sarcasm before so he looked closely at Gabriel. "A real live vampire?", he said, trying to discern if it was the truth. Remembering the faux pas against Callum though, he didn't add anything about expecting to see him sitting in a gothic chamber surrounded by vestal virgins. "May I hazard a guess that not all that I've heard about Vampires is completely true?". The words didn't come easily as he danced around all of his preconceived notions. (tag) Mikey G "Sshhhh...Think of it as Plan B" "B? Didn't we go through this already? We're on like Plan Q!" The Order of the Stick ----- Original Message ----- From: "Mik Reed" To: Sent: Sunday, June 05, 2005 4:01 PM Subject: Re: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry] > > > > > > ___________________________________________________________ > Yahoo! Messenger - NEW crystal clear PC to PC calling worldwide with voicemail http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc > From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Jun 6 14:18:27 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) In-Reply-To: <001301c56964$e8b6d730$30179c51@i5q8v9> Message-ID: <20050606131827.45578.qmail@web40529.mail.yahoo.com> Reptyle wrote: >State looked up, startled, with a spoonful of pink blamange wobbling just inside his mouth. "That's a very kind offer. I don't mind if I do." One of the tables nearby made a very loud screeching noise as it dragged itself next to the others as State stood and walked towards the others. He sat down and neatly re-arranged the remaing seven dishes in tidy piles, two of which were already emptied. "I don't believe we have been introduced. My name is State and we're magicians." Gabe looked back at the man, inclining his glass slightly, "Captain Gabriel Luken, vampire." State had run into sarcasm before so he looked closely at Gabriel. "A real live vampire?", he said, trying to discern if it was the truth. Remembering the faux pas against Callum though, he didn't add anything about expecting to see him sitting in a gothic chamber surrounded by vestal virgins. "May I hazard a guess that not all that I've heard about Vampires is completely true?". The words didn't come easily as he danced around all of his preconceived notions.< Terry had watched silently, just trying to get a read on the situation. Normally she could pick up on people's emotions, but this guy was different. It was as if he were having a lot of different feelings all at once. And what had he said..."WE're magicians"? She offered her hand. "Hi, I don't believe we've met. I'm Terry Edwards. Pleasure to meet you, State." Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Jun 6 14:27:07 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] the waiting room, Tag Wendy, Sal, Edwards In-Reply-To: <200506060825.46032.ajventer@direq.org> Message-ID: <20050606132707.38316.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: >>Jay shook her out of his hand. "I'm afraid you'll have to discuss that with Jessie", a slightly evil smile grew on his lips, "and you know she'll be much more convinceable if you made friends with her first. Being nice would be to your advantage."<< "Nice? To the She-Devil?" However, if she'd be willing to share... "Ok," she said, pouting. "I'll be nice, Jay Baby. But she'd better deliver! Now, let me go, please." All that rubbing in all the right places was too much, especially when she knew she'd get no relief from the guy doing the rubbing. "I need to get clean, and I need Sal to help me. I might drown in the bathtub if she's not there." She gave Sal a wink. "Isn't that right, friend?" Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Jun 6 15:01:50 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] There's a Dog in the Hospital (tag doctors, Natalia, Jay, Sal) Message-ID: <20050606140150.9519.qmail@web40507.mail.yahoo.com> Meg burst in to the infirmary and shoved her way past Jay and Sal. She stopped at Evan's bedside and took in great gulps of air. "Here," she gasped, shoving the walkman into Frances's hand. "Evan...needs...this...He's going...crazy...can't block out the...animals..." She didn't touch Natalia, partly because she didn't want to break her concentration, and partly because she remembered what had happened when Callum had interfered during a healing. Tag From reptyle242 at btopenworld.com Mon Jun 6 16:55:37 2005 From: reptyle242 at btopenworld.com (Reptyle) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) References: <20050606131827.45578.qmail@web40529.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <001e01c56ab0$2e5a10d0$8df02ad9@i5q8v9> > Terry had watched silently, just trying to get a read on the situation. Normally she could pick up on people's emotions, but this guy was different. It was as if he were having a lot of different feelings all at once. And what had he said..."WE're magicians"? > > She offered her hand. "Hi, I don't believe we've met. I'm Terry Edwards. Pleasure to meet you, State." > State reached his left hand out to grab Terry's hand and shook it. Almost unnoticed, his right hand scooped up a fork and snaked over towards the Beef Wellington. State turned his attention to his right hand and glared at it. It suddenly stopped as if guilty and dropped the fork before retracting back. He finished the handshake and asked "Are you unenhanced then Terry?" tag Mikey G "Sshhhh...Think of it as Plan B" "B? Didn't we go through this already? We're on like Plan Q!" The Order of the Stick ----- Original Message ----- From: "Kathy Perkins" To: Sent: Monday, June 06, 2005 2:18 PM Subject: Re: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) > Reptyle wrote: > >State looked up, startled, with a spoonful of pink blamange wobbling just > inside his mouth. > > "That's a very kind offer. I don't mind if I do." > > One of the tables nearby made a very loud screeching noise as it dragged > itself next to the others as State stood and walked towards the others. He > sat down and neatly re-arranged the remaing seven dishes in tidy piles, two > of which were already emptied. > > "I don't believe we have been introduced. My name is State and we're > magicians." > > Gabe looked back at the man, inclining his glass > slightly, "Captain Gabriel Luken, vampire." > > State had run into sarcasm before so he looked closely at Gabriel. > "A real live vampire?", he said, trying to discern if it was the truth. > Remembering the faux pas against Callum though, he didn't add anything > about > expecting to see him sitting in a gothic chamber surrounded by vestal > virgins. > "May I hazard a guess that not all that I've heard about Vampires is > completely true?". The words didn't come easily as he danced around all > of > his preconceived notions.< > > > > > > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Jun 6 19:04:12 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) In-Reply-To: <001e01c56ab0$2e5a10d0$8df02ad9@i5q8v9> Message-ID: <20050606180412.90620.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> > State reached his left hand out to grab Terry's hand > and shook it. Almost > unnoticed, his right hand scooped up a fork and > snaked over towards the Beef > Wellington. State turned his attention to his right > hand and glared at it. > It suddenly stopped as if guilty and dropped the > fork before retracting > back. He finished the handshake and asked "Are you > unenhanced then Terry?" > "Unenhanced? I'm not sure I understand what you mean," Terry said. She'd noticed the incident with the fork, and she wasn't sure what to make of it. MPD? That might explain the bizarre feelings she was getting off this person. "No cosmetic surgery or anything like that, if that's what you're referring to." She smiled. "So, you and Callum met last night, then?" She looked over at Gabe and raised an eyebrow slightly. Tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Jun 7 09:45:17 2005 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: Fwd: Re: [GOTC] If the wind changes - Meg, Evan Message-ID: <20050607084517.20527.qmail@web25703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> [OOC I don't think this reached the game, apologies if you get it twice... Mik.]--- Kathy Perkins and Mik Reed wrote: Evans face had already shown a degree of concern but that transformed in to panic as he looked around > the room. "Ain't me, last fing I want is t' be kicked out of 'ere." Evan could see the darkness flowing in to the gaps as the room started to lose definition. He became aware of a new sound, a low murmur, the intertwined voices of the HQ's animal residents, as if it were a soundtrack for the blackness. "Shit, I fink yer wakin' up luv." Evan doubted Meg could hear the noise, realise the menace in the nothingness. He hoped he had the power to at least keep that from bleeding through in to her representation of the dream. "Look, if yer can, get the quack to stick some 'eadphones on me or summit, there's a player in my gaff, it'll be up near the bed somewhere. I use it every night, it might 'elp." He could see the room losing definition by the second. "Ere, whatever 'appens, an' yer might not even remember this when yer up, cheers fer 'elpin me. Yer a diamond." The blackness broke over him like a wave, the babble of voices rising to a crescendo and Evan stood in the void, a small halo of light around him illuminating nothing beyond him. Clinging desperately to the fading memory of his time in the precint with Meg, Evan started to run. Meg had begun to panic, too. "Evan?" Then the room faded, and she was all alone. "EVAN!" she screamed. She had to find him... She awoke with a start. She sat up, confused for a moment by her surroundings. Then she remembered that she was in Callum's room. He'd brought her up here last night. She also realized that she was human again. That must be why the dream faded, she mused. Even couldn't communicate with her if she wasn't in wolf form. What had he said? Help! She had to help him! She ran to the door and opened it, then realized her other problem. She was completely naked. Closing the door carefully, she walked back over to Callum's closet and grabbed a shirt, then got boxers from a drawer. No time for anything else. Evan needed her help! She ran up to her room as fast as she could and found his walkman, then ran back down to the infirmary... End -- to be continued in different thread ___________________________________________________________ Yahoo! Messenger - NEW crystal clear PC to PC calling worldwide with voicemail http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Jun 7 09:55:22 2005 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) In-Reply-To: <20050606180412.90620.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20050607085522.791.qmail@web25709.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> >>> Gabe looked back at the man, inclining his glass >>> slightly, "Captain Gabriel Luken, vampire." >>State had run into sarcasm before so he looked >>closely at Gabriel. >>"A real live vampire?", he said, trying to discern >>if it was the truth. Remembering the faux pas >>against Callum though, he didn't add anything >>about expecting to see him sitting in a gothic >>chamber surrounded by vestal >>virgins. >>"May I hazard a guess that not all that I've heard >>about Vampires is completely true?". The words >>didn't come easily as he danced around all of >>his preconceived notions.< > "Unenhanced? I'm not sure I understand what you > mean," Terry said. She'd noticed the incident with > the fork, and she wasn't sure what to make of it. > MPD? That might explain the bizarre feelings she > was getting off this person. "No cosmetic surgery or > anything like that, if that's what you're referring > to." She smiled. > > "So, you and Callum met last night, then?" She > looked over at Gabe and raised an eyebrow slightly. Gabe gave a slight nod, "that is correct, we found Mr State when we turned up to deal with the little lycanpire versus paramilitary viligante war." Gabe looked at State, seeing he had returned to eating, "I have not had a chance to thank you for helping us out, and yes, a real vampire. There are all sorts working for the Guardians. Would I be right in assuming the Commander has invited you to stay for a while?" [tag] ___________________________________________________________ How much free photo storage do you get? Store your holiday snaps for FREE with Yahoo! Photos http://uk.photos.yahoo.com From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Jun 7 10:55:18 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) In-Reply-To: <20050607085522.791.qmail@web25709.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20050606180412.90620.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> <20050607085522.791.qmail@web25709.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > > "So, you and Callum met last night, then?" She > > looked over at Gabe and raised an eyebrow slightly. > > Gabe gave a slight nod, "that is correct, we found Mr > State when we turned up to deal with the little > lycanpire versus paramilitary viligante war." Gabe > looked at State, seeing he had returned to eating, "I > have not had a chance to thank you for helping us out, > and yes, a real vampire. There are all sorts working > for the Guardians. Would I be right in assuming the > Commander has invited you to stay for a while?" "Actually we met in the UK a few months ago" Callum volunteered. "State assisted the Edinburgh branch with a small problem we were having" tag OOC Mikey feel free to make up whatever you like about this, and if not I'll think of something! -- ...the next news was I was in a heap, on a load of spikes, some fifteen feet or so below ground level, at the bottom of a bag-shaped game pit. It is at these times you realise the blessing of a good thick skirt. -- Mary Kingsley (1862-1900) From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Jun 7 10:58:20 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] There's a Dog in the Hospital (tag doctors, Natalia, Jay, Sal) In-Reply-To: <20050606140150.9519.qmail@web40507.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20050606140150.9519.qmail@web40507.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > Meg burst in to the infirmary and shoved her way past Jay and Sal. She stopped at Evan's bedside and took in great gulps of air. > > "Here," she gasped, shoving the walkman into Frances's hand. "Evan...needs...this...He's going...crazy...can't block out the...animals..." > > She didn't touch Natalia, partly because she didn't want to break her concentration, and partly because she remembered what had happened when Callum had interfered during a healing. Frances took one look at the woman and reached out for the headphones. She gestured to Natalia. "Shall I just go ahead, is it a problem for you?" tag -- ...the next news was I was in a heap, on a load of spikes, some fifteen feet or so below ground level, at the bottom of a bag-shaped game pit. It is at these times you realise the blessing of a good thick skirt. -- Mary Kingsley (1862-1900) From ajventer at direq.org Wed Jun 8 14:18:39 2005 From: ajventer at direq.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Watching the weak - Part erm next [ JP - AJ, Jenna] Message-ID: <200506081518.40603.ajventer@direq.org> Sometime later found Marie and Morgan curled up in her bed, dressed in soft terry cloth bathrobes and little else, still just holding each other, content with the closeness and dreams of possibilities for the future. Warm and comfortable Marie's breathing came soft and even and Morgan could feel the brush of her mind, opening before him as she dreamed and almost unwillingly pulling him into her sleeping mind. The first thing that crossed his senses was the thick scent of jasmine and he found that he walked an elegant garden that he had seen in passing once before tucked behind Andre's house. The moonlight fell over the flowers and the cobblestone walks, painting them in silver. Deep in the garden a figure knelt next to one of the bushes, a basket next to her, clothed in a simple sundress with gardening gloves covering her hands. Marie carefully drew the roses through her fingers, measuring them to a specific length before cutting them off and putting the blossoms into the basket. The Marie he saw was younger than she that he held, no more than fourteen, her face touched with a childish innocence that was belied by her eyes, which carried the weight of years. A shadow moved behind her and Marie's careful movements paused, her shoulders stiffening. "Good Evening, Mister Gerrard." Her tones were quiet and formal, the tones of a teenager that has been told they will be polite or else. The words were greeted with laughter as Gerrard moved away from the stone wall, stalking closer with hardly a whisper of wind to mark his passing. "Good Evening, Petite." "My father isn't home." The sheers snipped another length of rose and Marie mechanically added it to the basket before reaching back into the bush. "I did not come to see your father, Marie." He moved closer, kneeling behind her and letting his hands rest on her shoulders. "This should be work left to the servants. You are a lady of the house." "I choose to do it." Even as she spoke Morgan could feel the sense of dislike that radiated from her and see the tension in her body. "And you're slowing my progress, so please...leave me alone." "We've talked about this, Marie. I find you desirable, your youth and vigour is alluring, and I know your father will agree to my courting if only you were not so closed to the idea." His hand slid along her arm, drawing her gloved hand across her body to his lips. "I can give you everything, Marie. Everything you could ever want. Treasures, youth, beauty, eternal life...everything." He gripped her hand, his fingers tightening as his lips moved to her ear. "Don't deny me...I can be a powerful enemy and we do not wish to be enemies." His fingers continued to tighten until she cried out and he dragged a fang along her jaw, leaving a grazing line. "I can teach you so many things. So many pleasures." Marie's free hand reached out, searching for the basket of roses. Her fingers curled around the handle and Morgan saw the shift of her posture to bring her weight off of her knees and into her feet. She turned out from under his grip, bringing the basket around and hitting him in the face with it as hard as she could. Startled the old vampire cursed at her, but it was enough of a startlement that she could pull free, even though she left her glove behind in his hand as she ran towards the house. In her wake Gerrard picked up one of the roses, looking at it for a moment and then crushing the delicate blossom between his fingers, leaving behind a mass of petals on the stone. In the waking world Marie made a soft noise in her sleep, her fingers spasming against Morgan's chest. Morgan's face was grimaced, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He felt a bit of an intruder, but then he thought, he wasn't - she had invited him in, to show him this. He nodded sadly, so even sunny Marie had her demons. She had helped him face his, he had to help her face hers, here and in the dreamworld. The Gerrard out there in the city would suffer for what he had done, this one here - it needed... banishing, but a carefull banishing - so as not to leave a scar in it's place. He thought for a moment, then he realized something, he was a projective telepath, if he could enter her dream... perhaps he could participate... steer it. "Marie" he called out, and yes, she looked up. "You don't know me here, but one day you will... you brought me here. I cannot change what will happen to you, but... I can make the memories... better." he faltered, it was so hard to explain things in dreams, how much of her knew she was dreaming, to what degree dare he reveal it, but he owed it to her, and he pushed foreward. "This is a dream... your dream, you let me in here... by choice, this is not happening anymore... I cannot stop what he did in the world, but you don't have to be afraid of him here, this is your dream... here - he is at your mercy... out there... I can strike him down for you... in here, I cannot... if I strike him, I will hurt you deeply... but you can - you can and you will succeed - because this entire world is yours to do with as you see fit." In the real world, Morgan was also concentrating, probing her mind, erecting shields for her, what was metaphor in the dream was real neurons firing in the brain, was real memories prodded in the mind, and he had to be very carefull. The prime tennet of all medicine is always: first, do no harm. He could help, but he had to make sure he did not inadvertently hurt. The young Marie looked up at the shadowy form that was Morganis, her hand craddled to her chest. "You don't understand. He's old...and powerful... all I can do is get out of his way." Her voice was quiet and full of emotion. "All I can do." Morgan shook his head softly. "Is he ?" he asked very softly, yet somehow the voice seemed to boom. Out in the room his face was deeply frowned with concentration, he would have to do this perfectly. In the dream he seemed to grow, letting his image there be fed by Marie's mental image of him, which had he not been engaged in quite so serious an activity he would have considdered very flattering. "Look behind you", and as Morganis had grown, the image of Gerrard seemed to have shrunk, he would have to look up to look into Marie's eyes now. Again the words were whispered, yet they reverberated of the hills in the far corners of her dream landscape. "The greatest power is the power you don't use at all. The ultimate victory is the victory over yourself. Power over others is never more than a fantasy at best, the strength to rule yourself, to know when *not* to strike even if you want to - that's true power - and he has none of that. You have that, you just need to realize it. What is there is not an old and powerful vampire, it's merely your fear of one. Use the power, rule your own life, do not let *that* rule you - he isn't worth it, he has no power beyond what you give him. Have courage little one, turn around - and strike him." His words seemed to swirl into her. In the real world he was touching secret little buttons in her mind the kind a telepath comes to know, triggering adreniline flows, touching on memories of combat training and drawing the emotions of strength and control, giving it to this young memory of Marie from before she even learned them. He was not doing anything to Gerrard, he was merely showing her that *she* could. Gerrard was not here, here it was just her childhood fear of him. But the Marie out there could defeat even the real Gerrard if it came to that, Morganis truly believed that, but first, she had to defeat her fear of him. The power he wielded over her in here was the power of a frightening memory, it could be defeated by self-control, self-realization. He could not change her memories, but he could change how she handled them, he could teach her to draw strength from them instead of fear. He could not be a hero here, but he could be a mentor. "I cannot do, but be sure I can teach" he thought to himself. In the waking world Marie's brow wrinkled and she made a soft noise, almost one of protest, though she didn't wake, pulled too far into the dreaming for her conscious mind to arouse itself. The younger Marie looked at Gerrard, rubbing her fingers along her hand and whimpering softly. "You don't understand... He's father's supporter... even if I could. I..." She looked up at Morganis, a little frown crossing her lips. "I can't..." Morganis frowned, this was always the tricky bit, it didn't feel like a dream to her, to her this was happening right now - and he still held all the threat he held before and for him to help her at all, it was crucial that the illusion survives at least partially.. He thought for a moment, then he picked up a flower and held it in front of her. "This flower is red right now, don't you think it would be prettier yellow though ? I never did like the red daisies." "Close your eyes, imagine it was yellow, then open your eyes again." The young Marie looked up at him, dubiousness in her gaze before she did what she was told closing her eyes. She chewed on her lower lip as she concentrated, and slowly the blossom changed color in his hand. He waited until she looked before he spoke again. "See what I mean, here in this place, you can rule. Here is where true power lies, will you rule over yourself - or will you let him do it ? He has no power here except what you give him... everything here is up to you, make it as you want it." this time he left out the special effects, there was no reverberation, just a simple, sincere whisper. "I just...I just want him to go away." The words were a soft whisper, and Marie blinked as Gerrard vanished, as though he had never been. "Uh..." She took a step back from Morgan. "What...what did you do?" "Nothing at all, you did it. You have the power here. He has none. Without your allowance, he cannot even exist here." Morganis said softly, "All I did was show you the way..." She stared at the garden, comprehension beginning to build in her young eyes as the dream started to break apart, turnning hazy and plitting at the edges. In the waking world Marie groaned slightly, eyelids fluttering as she began to wake. Morgan was looking into her eyes when she woke up. "Welcome back Milady" he said softly, watching her intently. Marie pressed the heel of her hand to her forehead, "Mmm...didn't mean to drift off... I..." She paused, frowning. "Something is different." Morgan cast his eyes downward, there was no way to explain what had guided him, she had let him into her dream and she had needed his help, but anyway you look at it from the outside... it looked really invasive. He bundled up his courage, looked her in the eye and said simply, "You have one less demon." She sat up, looking over at him. "I what? Morgan I don't understand, and you're expression isn't particularily comforting." She searched her mind, trying to figure out what had happened. She could feel a change and a certain lack of fear...but not of what. Morgan blushed, "Remember two nights ago... when we were sitting here, and you helped me deal with my past... well you took me into a dream you were having and... well... I helped you deal with something in your past... with Gerard in fact." Marie's brows arched together and she tilted her head to one side. "I took you into a dream?" That fact seems to catch her attention more than the rest of it. -- A.J. Venter Lead Developer - Direq International +27 82 726 5103 Fax: 0866542898 http://direq.org http://silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at direq.org Wed Jun 8 14:19:37 2005 From: ajventer at direq.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Where lovemaking begins [JP Damien, Stephanie] Message-ID: <200506081519.38416.ajventer@direq.org> During the night the soft rain had stopped. On a high branch a last drop ran slowly toward the lowest leave. As it ran it picked up other droplets, becoming slowly bigger, eventually was hanging on the edge of the thin leave like a tiny bell. Slowly it broke loose and fell. Then with a splatter it crashed into a nose, jerking Damien from the blissfull sleep he had fallen into. He opened his eyes and looked down at Stephanie's body wrapped around his, their clothes were scattered about the clearing, and there was that sweet smell of old leaves after the rain all around them. She stirred, her own sleep disturbed by his sudden waking. As he looked at the curves of her body in the soft moonlight, a thought stole over him. The wondrous discoveries of the night ago wasn't where lovemaking ended, it was where it started. Everything they had done was just a symbol, it was showing that they cared, it was using the body to prove that they wanted to make each other happy, and although they had not discussed anything of the kind, Damien suddenly felt an instinctive obligation. That was just one part of making love, the bits you did with... well your bits. That was just where it began, the real part was here and now, and every day. It was caring and trying to make her happy in every way. A few hours rolling around in the rain could be a wonderful experience, but it was also a promise, a promise to be in ever moment the best man he could be, because she deserved nothing less than the best. He hugged her to him. Eventually he had to speak. "We should get back, dawn will come... and... well I want to get back before the thirst can get too bad." Stephanie blinked several times, rubbing her cheek against his chest. "Mrph.." Her limbs felt heavy with comfortable lethargy and it was taking longer than usual for his words to process, as her brain didn't want to be awake any more than the rest of her. "Five more minutes... No school today." The words were blurry and somewhere she knew she wasn't making sense, but she didn't want to break the moment, afraid that if she did it might all be make believe. Damien leaned down and kissed her on the tip of her nose. "No, no school today, but a nice warm bed perhaps ?" he said, happiness adding a tinkle to his voice, as if a tiny gnome was playing tubular bells in the back of his throat. Stephanie yawned, which showed teeth sharper than the average human but she didn't think Damien, of all people, would care. "Mmm...bed is a good idea." She shivered as water droplets fell on her back. "I think nature agrees." Lazily Damien sat up and then hopped onto his haunches, scrambling about for his clothes. He stumbled across her underwear, picked it up, handed it to her and then gave her a surprise kiss on her forehead. "You are a pretty nice thing to happen to someone yourself" he said softly. Stephanie blushed, both at the comment and the realization that she really was here with him in nothing but skin. She slipped into her underthings, realizing that all of her clothing was wet. "Thank you." A little smile turned her lips. "Next time that we do something entirely unplanned we should bring dry clothing." He laughed, "You think we'd need clothing next time ?" He wrapped his arms around her waist lifted her up on his chest, leaning back and then spun her around in a kind of crazy half-naked dance. "Not just pretty, genuine fun too" he said with a laugh before putting her down and yanking his boxer shorts on. She made an odd noise as she was spun around, half surprise and half laughter, stabilizing herself with an arm around his neck until she was set down. "Well...clothing is needed for the social getting places part..." Steph found herself blushing all over again, a sense of shyness over the marker they'd passed. "And you're prejudiced I'm sure..." "Of course" he said unabashedly as he struggled with the buckle of his belt. "What idiot could make love to a girl like you and not be prejudiced in her favor for all infinity ? I'm dumb, but may I never be too stupid to see how wonderful you are... if I err, let it be on the side of thinking too much good of you." She tugged her shirt on, searching until she found her socks and shoes, the later being up in the trees. "I don't remember at what point we decided to throw my shoes up there..." The words were touched with a soft amusement. The term 'making love' struck her as odd...it was what it was...for the first time. Not just sex. Damien smiled, "The undressing bit slightly foggy here as well, in fact most of the evening is... but what came after... it's as vivid in my mind as if it was still happening... I've had many experiences, sexual and otherwise in my life... but until tonight, I had no idea what the word 'unforgettable' really meant." he looked back down and finished buttoning up his shirt, then he began to dig about for his leather jacket. Stephanie smiled shyly, sitting down and pulling her socks and shoes on. "Thank you... I... I don't remember having ever 'made love' before. Sex yes...but with you it's not...not just sex. If that makes any sense." She tied her other shoe and then pushed to her feet, noticing a piece of leather under her. She picked it up, blinking a bit as she realized what it was part of. "Erm..." "I know exactly what you mean..." said Damien stopping dead as he too recognized where the leather originated. For a moment there was something like pain in his eyes, then it melted away. "My, my, you are a wildcat though, nobody ever said making love couldn't be just as wild as the other sort..." he was silent for a moment, "yesterday, I would have cried over that jacket, it's saved my life a few times... but now - who gives a fuck about a piece of leather, I got you..." "I'm sorry..." She flushed, rubbing her fingers on the leather. The way it was ripped gave her no illusions that it had been destroyed by anything but her. She knew she had a tendency to partially morph, but at least it had been the jacket and not Damien. Damien smiled tenderly at her, "Don't be" he said simply. He tried to hide the slight flinch as he bent down to tie his shoelaces. He was more than familiar with women scratching a man's back in extacy but she had all but drawn blood. It was slightly painfull, but he didn't mind, in fact he felt almost proud of it, like evidence to himself that he had in fact been good, that she had enjoyed it. "I like every part of you, including the cat - nails and all". Stephanie continued to worry at the leather, moving around the clearing and collecting the other pieces of his jacket. It really was rather embarassing. "I suppose it just means we'll have to go shopping." "There's a leather shop not far from HQ, Terry buys all her stuff there, but they got biker gear as well... we could drop by there sometime." Damien said as he finished tying the laces and stood up. "Right now though, I'm voting for 'home'". Stephanie nodded, putting her scarf back on, her goggles dangling from one hand as she moved to the edge of the grove. "I agree... It will be nice to get back. It's been....a night of discoveries." She smiled faintly and offered him her hand as they moved back towards the gate. "So" Damien said as they neared the gate, "while I certainly have a new appreciation for wild nights amids the sounds of the zoo animals... how do you feel about the other side ? Things like five star hotels with room service and super-soft towels and jacuzzi's and stuff ?" The cat woman looked at him, blinking and then laughing softly. "Umm...I don't know? I've never been anywhere fancier than headquarters." Damien laughed back, "I'd say this was a deal fancier than headquarters" he said with a grin, "nevertheless, I'm thinking you deserve a bit of the high-life... think we could get tomorrow night off ?" "I'm sure the Commander would let us...as long as something around here doesn't explode between now and then." She lept to the top of the gate, turning towards him and grinning before dropping over the other side. -- A.J. Venter Lead Developer - Direq International +27 82 726 5103 Fax: 0866542898 http://direq.org http://silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at direq.org Wed Jun 8 14:21:53 2005 From: ajventer at direq.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] the waiting room, Tag Wendy, Sal, Edwards In-Reply-To: <20050606132707.38316.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20050606132707.38316.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200506081521.54533.ajventer@direq.org> > "I'm afraid you'll have to discuss that with Jessie", a slightly evil smile > grew on his lips, "and you know she'll be much more convinceable if you > made friends with her first. Being nice would be to your advantage."<< > > "Nice? To the She-Devil?" However, if she'd be willing to share... Sal grinned widely at this, it was blatant manipulation, she had to admire the technique. > > "Ok," she said, pouting. "I'll be nice, Jay Baby. But she'd better > deliver! Now, let me go, please." All that rubbing in all the right > places was too much, especially when she knew she'd get no relief from the > guy doing the rubbing. "I need to get clean, and I need Sal to help me. I > might drown in the bathtub if she's not there." > > She gave Sal a wink. "Isn't that right, friend?" "Oh absolutely, I could just do with a nice bath myself" Jay just smiled. "Have fun you two" he said sincerely. tag -- A.J. Venter Lead Developer - Direq International +27 82 726 5103 Fax: 0866542898 http://direq.org http://silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at direq.org Wed Jun 8 14:23:36 2005 From: ajventer at direq.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] State of mind [State, Edwards, Sullivan - JOY] In-Reply-To: References: <200505060827.44157.ajventer@direq.org> <7f39e5bc05060204157c709bb4@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <200506081523.37327.ajventer@direq.org> > > Joy laughed, and picked a twirl of sugar sculpture off the top, > crunching it between her teeth. She could almost feel the cavities > forming. > > "So that's how he got to be the size of a house is it?" "Wasn't that from falling into the cauldron of magic potion as a baby ?" > > She went into the kitchen and collected two glasses of iced water, > placing them on the coffee table. > > "If I was Cleopatra I'd be pretty upset if there were no seconds..." Sullivan laughed, "I'm afraid that if you eat the piece I sliced for you, there isn't any left - does that count as no seconds ?" tag -- A.J. Venter Lead Developer - Direq International +27 82 726 5103 Fax: 0866542898 http://direq.org http://silentcoder.co.za From reptyle242 at btopenworld.com Wed Jun 8 16:18:55 2005 From: reptyle242 at btopenworld.com (Reptyle) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) References: <20050606180412.90620.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> <20050607085522.791.qmail@web25709.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <001401c56c3d$62fb5310$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> > > > "So, you and Callum met last night, then?" She > > > looked over at Gabe and raised an eyebrow slightly. > > > > Gabe gave a slight nod, "that is correct, we found Mr > > State when we turned up to deal with the little > > lycanpire versus paramilitary viligante war." Gabe > > looked at State, seeing he had returned to eating, "I > > have not had a chance to thank you for helping us out, > > and yes, a real vampire. There are all sorts working > > for the Guardians. Would I be right in assuming the > > Commander has invited you to stay for a while?" > > "Actually we met in the UK a few months ago" Callum volunteered. > "State assisted the Edinburgh branch with a small problem we were > having" > "We did?", State said through a mouthful of food. Looking puzzled he raised his hand and said "Hold on a moment.", whilst gulping down what was in his mouth. His eyes flickered for a moment, and then he nodded before his shoulders slumped down and a moronic grin rippled over his face. "Dat's right, some girls in skirts were trying to summon the Spirit of something by using the chants at the Rangers/Celtic match to get da rhythm.. Load of bollocks if you ask me but me and Callum here gave them a slap and they saw sense!". His strangely roughened knuckles gripped round the fork again and he stabbed a piece of beef before returning it to his mouth. "Callum's alright. For a tight-fisted Jock!", he nudged Callum and smiled inanely whilst tearing at the beef with his teeth. (tag) OOC That's his version of events Sue :) Mikey G "Sir, your odd talking skull is speaking of the Perilous Path of Crushing Doom." "Please tell me that it's actually filled with cute fuzzy bunnies and they named it to be ironic..." The Order of The Stick ----- Original Message ----- From: "queenortart" To: Sent: Tuesday, June 07, 2005 10:55 AM Subject: Re: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) > > OOC Mikey feel free to make up whatever you like about this, and if > not I'll think of something! > > -- > ...the next news was I was in a heap, on a load of spikes, some > fifteen feet or so below ground level, at the bottom of a bag-shaped > game pit. It is at these times you realise the blessing of a good > thick skirt. -- Mary Kingsley (1862-1900) > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc > From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Jun 8 23:06:54 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] State of mind [State, Edwards, Sullivan - JOY] In-Reply-To: <200506081523.37327.ajventer@direq.org> References: <200505060827.44157.ajventer@direq.org> <7f39e5bc05060204157c709bb4@mail.gmail.com> <200506081523.37327.ajventer@direq.org> Message-ID: > "Wasn't that from falling into the cauldron of magic potion as a baby ?" Joy shrugged. Her childhood reading matter had not included Asterix, being rather more concentrated on Bible stories, and Lives of the Saints. It was only in later life she had read more widely, and it had not included Asterix, although she had a passing acquaintance from her brother. > > > > She went into the kitchen and collected two glasses of iced water, > > placing them on the coffee table. > > > > "If I was Cleopatra I'd be pretty upset if there were no seconds..." > Sullivan laughed, "I'm afraid that if you eat the piece I sliced for you, > there isn't any left - does that count as no seconds ?" "Mon Ami, I really don't think I can manage all that. Will you help me with it?" She took a forkful and held it out to him. Tag ...the next news was I was in a heap, on a load of spikes, some fifteen feet or so below ground level, at the bottom of a bag-shaped game pit. It is at these times you realise the blessing of a good thick skirt. -- Mary Kingsley (1862-1900) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Jun 9 14:50:37 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] the waiting room, Tag Wendy, Sal, Edwards In-Reply-To: <200506081521.54533.ajventer@direq.org> Message-ID: <20050609135037.27923.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: >>"Oh absolutely, I could just do with a nice bath myself" Jay just smiled. "Have fun you two" he said sincerely. << Wendy wiggled free of Jay's grip. The grip wasn't that tight at this point, but it was fun to do, and she wanted to give Sal a show. Then she fluffed her wings and flew over to perch on Sal's shoulder. "Hmmm," she said, peering into her friend's ear, "this doesn't look good at all. Definately need a bath." She licked the lobe lightly. (tag Sal) Jessie was still standing next to Evan. She felt helpless waiting for Nataila to do her work. When Meg came with the headphones, she smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Meg." Noting the girl's attire, she added, "You can shower here if you like. There are warm-ups or scrubs there if you need something to wear. I...I know there's someone in the diner who'd like to see you." "Thanks, Doc," Meg grinned, then ran for the showers. When Meg left, Jessie looked over and saw Jay standing near the door. Her heart skipped a beat, and her face lit up. She tapped Frances lightly on the arm. "I'll be right back," she said. Stepping away from Evan's bedside, she motioned for Jay to join her. Fortunately for her, Wendy was concentrating on Sal and didn't notice her. Tag Jay -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Load of bollocks if you ask me but me and Callum here gave them a slap and they saw sense!". His strangely roughened knuckles gripped round the fork again and he stabbed a piece of beef before returning it to his mouth. "Callum's alright. For a tight-fisted Jock!", he nudged Callum and smiled inanely whilst tearing at the beef with his teeth.< Terry was fascinated. "Excuse me," she said to State, "but you aren't the same person I just met. Are you?" Tag -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: http://lists.herald.co.uk/pipermail/gotc/attachments/20050609/e64990d3/attachment.html From reptyle242 at btopenworld.com Thu Jun 9 18:44:34 2005 From: reptyle242 at btopenworld.com (Reptyle) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:54:00 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) References: <20050609135331.93769.qmail@web40524.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <004001c56d1a$e5eb2f60$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> "Dat's right, some girls in skirts were trying to summon the Spirit of something by using the chants at the Rangers/Celtic match to get da rhythm.. Load of bollocks if you ask me but me and Callum here gave them a slap and they saw sense!". His strangely roughened knuckles gripped round the fork again and he stabbed a piece of beef before returning it to his mouth. "Callum's alright. For a tight-fisted Jock!", he nudged Callum and smiled inanely whilst tearing at the beef with his teeth.< Terry was fascinated. "Excuse me," she said to State, "but you aren't the same person I just met. Are you?" State pulled himself up so his back was level with his seat and looked over at Terry, uncomfortably hard, almost as if he was mentally undressing her. A rather obnoxious grin spread across his face. "She's a bright one isn't she Callum?", he said, eyes not moving from Terry. "Ow'd you like to dump these others and let me show you a good time?" His face began to twitch as if in pain, and the right arm with the fork started to shiver. He muttered something under his breath and stuck another forkful of food into his mouth. He swallowed hard and relaxed a bit. "Perhaps later, when the others are asleep.", he said, winked lecherously, and turned back to Callum. (tag) Mikey G "Sir, your odd talking skull is speaking of the Perilous Path of Crushing Doom." "Please tell me that it's actually filled with cute fuzzy bunnies and they named it to be ironic..." The Order of The Stick ----- Original Message ----- From: Kathy Perkins To: gotc@lists.herald.co.uk Sent: Thursday, June 09, 2005 2:53 PM Subject: Re: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) Reptyle wrote: > "Actually we met in the UK a few months ago" Callum volunteered. > "State assisted the Edinburgh branch with a small problem we were > having" > >"We did?", State said through a mouthful of food. Looking puzzled he raised his hand and said "Hold on a moment.", whilst gulping down what was in his mouth. His eyes flickered for a moment, and then he nodded before his shoulders slumped down and a moronic grin rippled over his face. "Dat's right, some girls in skirts were trying to summon the Spirit of something by using the chants at the Rangers/Celtic match to get da rhythm.. Load of bollocks if you ask me but me and Callum here gave them a slap and they saw sense!". His strangely roughened knuckles gripped round the fork again and he stabbed a piece of beef before returning it to his mouth. "Callum's alright. For a tight-fisted Jock!", he nudged Callum and smiled inanely whilst tearing at the beef with his teeth.< Terry was fascinated. "Excuse me," she said to State, "but you aren't the same person I just met. Are you?" Tag ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ _______________________________________________ GOTC mailing list GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk http://lists.herald.co.uk/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/gotc -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: http://lists.herald.co.uk/pipermail/gotc/attachments/20050609/1cd0a326/attachment.htm From queenortart at gmail.com Thu Jun 9 22:06:49 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:54:00 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) In-Reply-To: <001401c56c3d$62fb5310$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> References: <20050606180412.90620.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> <20050607085522.791.qmail@web25709.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> <001401c56c3d$62fb5310$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> Message-ID: > "We did?", State said through a mouthful of food. > Looking puzzled he raised his hand and said "Hold on a moment.", whilst > gulping down what was in his mouth. > His eyes flickered for a moment, and then he nodded before his shoulders > slumped down and a moronic grin rippled over his face. > > "Dat's right, some girls in skirts were trying to summon the Spirit of > something by using the chants at the Rangers/Celtic match to get da rhythm.. > Load of bollocks if you ask me but me and Callum here gave them a slap and > they saw sense!". His strangely roughened knuckles gripped round the fork > again and he stabbed a piece of beef before returning it to his mouth. > "Callum's alright. For a tight-fisted Jock!", he nudged Callum and smiled > inanely whilst tearing at the beef with his teeth. Callum raised his eyebrow not unlike Sean Connery. "You bloody South Jesse Sassenach!" he replied, but it was good natured. From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Jun 10 04:01:48 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:54:00 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) In-Reply-To: <004001c56d1a$e5eb2f60$57f2fea9@i5q8v9> Message-ID: <20050610030148.99504.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> Reptyle wrote:"Dat's right, some girls in skirts were trying to summon the Spirit of something by using the chants at the Rangers/Celtic match to get da rhythm.. Load of bollocks if you ask me but me and Callum here gave them a slap and they saw sense!". His strangely roughened knuckles gripped round the fork again and he stabbed a piece of beef before returning it to his mouth. "Callum's alright. For a tight-fisted Jock!", he nudged Callum and smiled inanely whilst tearing at the beef with his teeth. Callum raised his eyebrow not unlike Sean Connery. "You bloody South Jesse Sassenach!" he replied, but it was good natured. Terry was fascinated. "Excuse me," she said to State, "but you aren't the same person I just met. Are you?" State pulled himself up so his back was level with his seat and looked over at Terry, uncomfortably hard, almost as if he was mentally undressing her. A rather obnoxious grin spread across his face. "She's a bright one isn't she Callum?", he said, eyes not moving from Terry. "Ow'd you like to dump these others and let me show you a good time?" His face began to twitch as if in pain, and the right arm with the fork started to shiver. He muttered something under his breath and stuck another forkful of food into his mouth. He swallowed hard and relaxed a bit. "Perhaps later, when the others are asleep.", he said, winked lecherously, and turned back to Callum.< The lecherous tirade of "State" didn't phase Terry in the least. "Fascinating," she murmured as he turned back to Callum. She decided to sit and watch for the moment. Tag From jenarey at comcast.net Fri Jun 10 15:24:26 2005 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:54:00 2005 Subject: [GOTC] There's a Dog in the Hospital (tag doctors, Natalia, Jay, Sal) Message-ID: <061020051424.22093.42A9A299000E0A3D0000564D2205889116970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> > Frances took one look at the woman and reached out for the headphones. > She gestured to Natalia. > > "Shall I just go ahead, is it a problem for you?" Natalia's eyes were only half focused, seeing much more of what was inside of Evan than what was going on around her. She blinked pulling herself to the surface long enough to register what Francis wanted to know and nod. "That will be fine. I'm nearly there...or at least close enough that he can finish healing naturally in two or three days..." The Russian woman looked down at her hands where the odd tattoos writhed, but had become a much paler color. "He's going to be all right." From ajventer at gmail.com Mon Jun 13 16:49:39 2005 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:54:00 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Appologizing Message-ID: <7f39e5bc05061308493a5cdeaf@mail.gmail.com> Hi all I know I have been horrid at returning tags the last few days, but what with being in Nigeria my online time is severely limited. I hope to be able to catch up either tonight or tomorrow night. I am here until the 24th and I am afraid I may be slow during this entire timeframe. A.J. -- "Semper in excretum set alta variant" - My father A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Jun 13 19:34:38 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:54:00 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Appologizing In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc05061308493a5cdeaf@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20050613183438.62276.qmail@web40522.mail.yahoo.com> Well...ok, I forgive you. ;) --- "A.J. Venter" wrote: > Hi all > I know I have been horrid at returning tags the last > few days, but > what with being in Nigeria my online time is > severely limited. I hope > to be able to catch up either tonight or tomorrow > night. > > I am here until the 24th and I am afraid I may be > slow during this > entire timeframe. > > A.J. > -- > "Semper in excretum set alta variant" - My father > A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za > > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/gotc > From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Jun 13 19:43:08 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:54:00 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Morning of the Rodents (was Outfitter) -- Muse, Ratso In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20050613184308.8812.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> --- queenortart wrote: > "I thought the waffles were very good indeed" Joy > said smiling, then > thought about the fact that that acknowledge where > she had been to eat > waffles, and blushed. > > A porter arrived summoning her to Jethro's office. > Ratso watched Joy leave, then grinned at Muse. "Alone at last!" he said. Then he blushed. "Hey, listen, I didn't mean...I mean, I did, but..." He took Muse's hand in his own and kissed it. "Ya know how I feel about ya, babe. You are...the... most...BEE-U-TI-FUL...goil...in da entire woild. I never dreamed inna million years dat I'd meet somebody like you. And I...I..." He intensely examined a spot on the floor, then looked into her eyes. "In case ya don't know it...I love ya. More dan I ever loved anybody before, ever. But I don't wanna rush tings, an...well, if you don't feel da same as me, dat's ok. Cause no matter how ya feel, I'll feel da same, an I'll watch after ya as long as I live." He returned his attention to the spot on the floor. His face was bright red. Mentally he was kicking himself for saying anything, but he had to tell her how he felt. Tag Muse From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Jun 13 19:47:44 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:54:00 2005 Subject: [GOTC] There's a dog in the hospital ![Tag The Doctors, Natalia, Evan?] In-Reply-To: <060220050514.10695.429E95AE0000DEC8000029C72206424613970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20050613184745.32904.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> --- jenarey@comcast.net wrote: > Natalia gave a quiet sigh as the ladies assisted. > Their actions made things easier and she brought her > other hand over Evan's chest, increasing the power > she was pouring into Evan's body. The runes on her > fingers began to ease, paling as the bleeding inside > of his body stopped and his bones began to knit back > together. Jessie smiled in relief as she saw the runes fade. She'd seen Natalia at work often enough to recognize this as a good sign. Evan would pull through. "Do you want us to take it from here?" she whispered. Tag From reptyle242 at btopenworld.com Thu Jun 16 12:42:36 2005 From: reptyle242 at btopenworld.com (Reptyle) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:54:00 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) References: <20050610030148.99504.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <000f01c57268$7e4ae550$e6899a51@i5q8v9> (OOC : pologies, busy week :)) > He swallowed hard and relaxed a bit. "Perhaps later, when the others are asleep.", he said, winked lecherously, and turned back to Callum.< > > The lecherous tirade of "State" didn't phase Terry in the least. "Fascinating," she murmured as he turned back to Callum. She decided to sit and watch for the moment. > State continued to swap good hearted insults and stories whilst he stuffed his mouth with meat. When it came to the last piece of mince though, he started poking it around the plate with his fork. The quivering in his arm began again and halfway through his story on "How the English taught the Rest of the World how to play Soccer and now THEY'VE Changed the Rules again", he started mumbling curses under his breath. Under considerable strain he raised the fork to his mouth, and almost as if he was a little baby, tried to drag his mouth away from the fork. The titanic battle within himself erupted as he smashed a plate to the floor as the fork entered his mouth. He fell from his seat beneath the table, before rising again, more gracefully. Slowly and deliberately taking a glass of water, he gargled and then let the remains run into a cup which he returned to the 'finished' tray. Taking the 5th plate, that contained a small salad, he pulled it towards him and selected a new knife and fork. "My apologies, fair people. Anger is often a difficult emotion to shift. I hope I have not caused any offence.", he said in a very soft, lilting and almost female voice. (tag) Mikey G "Sir, your odd talking skull is speaking of the Perilous Path of Crushing Doom." "Please tell me that it's actually filled with cute fuzzy bunnies and they named it to be ironic..." The Order of The Stick ----- Original Message ----- From: "Kathy Perkins" To: "Guardians of the covenant" Sent: Friday, June 10, 2005 4:01 AM Subject: Re: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) > > > Reptyle wrote:"Dat's right, some girls in skirts were trying to summon the Spirit of > something by using the chants at the Rangers/Celtic match to get da rhythm.. > Load of bollocks if you ask me but me and Callum here gave them a slap and > they saw sense!". His strangely roughened knuckles gripped round the fork > again and he stabbed a piece of beef before returning it to his mouth. > "Callum's alright. For a tight-fisted Jock!", he nudged Callum and smiled > inanely whilst tearing at the beef with his teeth. > > Callum raised his eyebrow not unlike Sean Connery. > > "You bloody South Jesse Sassenach!" he replied, but it was good > natured. > > > Terry was fascinated. "Excuse me," she said to State, "but you aren't the same person I just met. Are you?" > State pulled himself up so his back was level with his seat and looked over at Terry, uncomfortably hard, almost as if he was mentally undressing her. > > A rather obnoxious grin spread across his face. "She's a bright one isn't she Callum?", he said, eyes not moving from Terry. "Ow'd you like to dump these others and let me show you a good time?" > > His face began to twitch as if in pain, and the right arm with the fork started to shiver. He muttered something under his breath and stuck another forkful of food into his mouth. > > He swallowed hard and relaxed a bit. "Perhaps later, when the others are asleep.", he said, winked lecherously, and turned back to Callum.< > > The lecherous tirade of "State" didn't phase Terry in the least. "Fascinating," she murmured as he turned back to Callum. She decided to sit and watch for the moment. > > Tag > > > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/gotc From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Jun 16 15:35:11 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:54:00 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) In-Reply-To: <000f01c57268$7e4ae550$e6899a51@i5q8v9> Message-ID: <20050616143511.11167.qmail@web40524.mail.yahoo.com> Reptyle wrote: >>State continued to swap good hearted insults and stories whilst he stuffed his mouth with meat. When it came to the last piece of mince though, he started poking it around the plate with his fork. The quivering in his arm began again and halfway through his story on "How the English taught the Rest of the World how to play Soccer and now THEY'VE Changed the Rules again", he started mumbling curses under his breath. Under considerable strain he raised the fork to his mouth, and almost as if he was a little baby, tried to drag his mouth away from the fork. The titanic battle within himself erupted as he smashed a plate to the floor as the fork entered his mouth. He fell from his seat beneath the table, before rising again, more gracefully. Slowly and deliberately taking a glass of water, he gargled and then let the remains run into a cup which he returned to the 'finished' tray. Taking the 5th plate, that contained a small salad, he pulled it towards him and selected a new knife and fork. "My apologies, fair people. Anger is often a difficult emotion to shift. I hope I have not caused any offence.", he said in a very soft, lilting and almost female voice.<< "No, none at all," Terry said. This person was becoming more interesting by the minute. She could get her a Ph.D. all by himself. Not that anyone would believe what she suspected, of course. "I'd like to ask a question, if I may. Exactly...how many of you are there?" Tag From reptyle242 at btopenworld.com Thu Jun 16 17:51:56 2005 From: reptyle242 at btopenworld.com (Reptyle) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:54:00 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) References: <20050616143511.11167.qmail@web40524.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <001601c57293$b544c870$e6899a51@i5q8v9> > "No, none at all," Terry said. This person was becoming more interesting by the minute. She could get her a Ph.D. all by himself. Not that anyone would believe what she suspected, of course. > > "I'd like to ask a question, if I may. Exactly...how many of you are there?" State turned her head slowly towards Terry and smiled kindly. "I suppose that's a very good question. State would say that there are six of us, but the poor dear forgets to include himself in that estimate.", she said. "It can be difficult learning to body share; but there's always the subconscious to get into if we need to get away from it all. Poor Anger though is a devil to control. Though, I suppose, that's pretty much the point." She lifted her hand to shake Terry's. "Delighted to meet you. State tells me your name is Terry. And I know Anger's drinking buddy already.", she said, turning slightly towards Callum and nodding. "My name...no, not name...", she rubbed her finger across her lip, "...hmm...I suppose name will have to do, is Mind. I'm the 'big sister' of the Gestalt." "May I be so bold as to ask you what part you play in this group Terry? You are full of many signs of great intelligence." It was strange, but it was almost apparent that she was ignoring Gabriel completely. State's other personality had at least spoken towards Gabe, but this one almost blotted him out. (tag) Mikey G "Sir, your odd talking skull is speaking of the Perilous Path of Crushing Doom." "Please tell me that it's actually filled with cute fuzzy bunnies and they named it to be ironic..." The Order of The Stick ----- Original Message ----- From: "Kathy Perkins" To: "Guardians of the covenant" Sent: Thursday, June 16, 2005 3:35 PM Subject: Re: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) > > > Reptyle wrote: > >>State continued to swap good hearted insults and stories whilst he stuffed > his mouth with meat. When it came to the last piece of mince though, he > started poking it around the plate with his fork. > > The quivering in his arm began again and halfway through his story on "How > the English taught the Rest of the World how to play Soccer and now THEY'VE > Changed the Rules again", he started mumbling curses under his breath. > > Under considerable strain he raised the fork to his mouth, and almost as if > he was a little baby, tried to drag his mouth away from the fork. > > The titanic battle within himself erupted as he smashed a plate to the floor > as the fork entered his mouth. He fell from his seat beneath the table, > before rising again, more gracefully. > Slowly and deliberately taking a glass of water, he gargled and then let the > remains run into a cup which he returned to the 'finished' tray. Taking the > 5th plate, that contained a small salad, he pulled it towards him and > selected a new knife and fork. > > "My apologies, fair people. Anger is often a difficult emotion to shift. I > hope I have not caused any offence.", he said in a very soft, lilting and > almost female voice.<< > > > Tag > > > > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/gotc From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Jun 16 21:00:16 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:54:00 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) In-Reply-To: <001601c57293$b544c870$e6899a51@i5q8v9> Message-ID: <20050616200016.44433.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com> > State turned her head slowly towards Terry and > smiled kindly. > > "I suppose that's a very good question. State would > say that there are six > of us, but the poor dear forgets to include himself > in that estimate.", she > said. > "It can be difficult learning to body share; but > there's always the > subconscious to get into if we need to get away from > it all. Poor Anger > though is a devil to control. Though, I suppose, > that's pretty much the > point." > > She lifted her hand to shake Terry's. "Delighted to > meet you. State tells me > your name is Terry. And I know Anger's drinking > buddy already.", she said, > turning slightly towards Callum and nodding. > > "My name...no, not name...", she rubbed her finger > across her lip, > "...hmm...I suppose name will have to do, is Mind. > I'm the 'big sister' of > the Gestalt." > > "May I be so bold as to ask you what part you play > in this group Terry? You > are full of many signs of great intelligence." > > It was strange, but it was almost apparent that she > was ignoring Gabriel > completely. State's other personality had at least > spoken towards Gabe, but > this one almost blotted him out. Terry had to think for a minute. This was just...neat! "I hadn't really thought about it much," she finally said. "I don't know that I have a real part. I'm a psych student, and Commander Sullivan has me talk to people who are having problems occasionally. Mostly I've helped people who have been directly affected by the supernatural to come to terms with their experiences. I seem to be able to read emotions pretty well, so I'm good at knowing what people need to help them out. Jay Edwards is my brother, and he wanted me to move out of my apartment and quit my job when we started having problems with these werewolf-vampire things or whatever they are. So, even though I'm only a student, they let me work." She blushed a little. "Sorry. I get a little wound up sometimes. Mind, can you tell me what you are exactly, and how this body sharing arrangement came to be?" Terry was so excited about this newcomer that she'd tuned out everything else around her, even Callum and Gabe. Tag ************************************ Meanwhile... Meg finished up her shower and threw on a pair of black warmups Jessie had left out for her. She was restless. Not being able to communicate with Evan was bothering her. He looked like he was doing better, but you never could tell. She could feel the wolf, too; it was angry that she'd changed back, and she could tell it wanted control. Maybe feeding it would help. She ran out of the infirmary with a quick wave to all there, then headed for the diner. She could feel her body wanting to shift even now, but she fought it for now. Food, that was all that was important. When she got closer to her goal, she could smell the heavenly food smells, and another welcome scent, too. Even the wolf was glad to smell Callum. It recognized him as mate and wanted to see him. The auburn-haired girl saw Callum sitting at a table with Gabe and Terry and some other guy. He must be the one from last night. He smelled funny for some reason. However, once the smell of Callum hit, the wolf blocked out everything else. It wanted to be with him...REALLY wanted to be with him. She aproached the table and waved. "Hi, everybody," she said. She stood behind Callum and inhaled deeply. Tag all at table From queenortart at gmail.com Thu Jun 16 22:15:52 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:54:00 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) In-Reply-To: <20050616200016.44433.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com> References: <001601c57293$b544c870$e6899a51@i5q8v9> <20050616200016.44433.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > > > The auburn-haired girl saw Callum sitting at a table > with Gabe and Terry and some other guy. He must be > the one from last night. He smelled funny for some > reason. However, once the smell of Callum hit, the > wolf blocked out everything else. It wanted to be > with him...REALLY wanted to be with him. > > She aproached the table and waved. "Hi, everybody," > she said. She stood behind Callum and inhaled deeply. Callum turned his upper half towards her. "Hi there you." He reached out for her and hugged her tight, breathing in her scent. She smelt of shower gel, and her buried his head in her embrace, for a few seconds. "Did you sleep well Hen? I was leaving you to it to slumber away." . tag -- ...the next news was I was in a heap, on a load of spikes, some fifteen feet or so below ground level, at the bottom of a bag-shaped game pit. It is at these times you realise the blessing of a good thick skirt. -- Mary Kingsley (1862-1900) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Jun 17 04:39:59 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:54:00 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20050617033959.68933.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> queenortart wrote: >>Callum turned his upper half towards her. "Hi there you." He reached out for her and hugged her tight, breathing in her scent. She smelt of shower gel, and her buried his head in her embrace, for a few seconds. "Did you sleep well Hen? I was leaving you to it to slumber away." .<< "Yeah, sorta," Meg replied. "I talked to Evan in my sleep. Took his headphones to the infirmary." Meg was finding it difficult to form sentences, or to think about anything much except the basics that she and Evan had discussed earlier. She smiled at the others again, then leaned down to Callum, her lips brushing his ear. "You think we could get room service?" she whispered to him. "I really don't know how much longer I can hold it back." The whisper sounded more like a growl. Tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Fri Jun 17 10:11:16 2005 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:54:00 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) In-Reply-To: <20050617033959.68933.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20050617091117.2119.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Gabe had been listening to State and Terry's conversation with interest when Meg arrived and started talking to Callum. > "Yeah, sorta," Meg replied. "I talked to Evan in my > sleep. Took his headphones to the infirmary." Moving his attention to Meg, Gabe inquired "sorry, could you clarify that, is Evan concious now?" [tag] ___________________________________________________________ Yahoo! Messenger - NEW crystal clear PC to PC calling worldwide with voicemail http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Jun 17 13:03:02 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:54:00 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) In-Reply-To: <20050617091117.2119.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20050617120302.83849.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>Gabe had been listening to State and Terry's conversation with interest when Meg arrived and started talking to Callum. > "Yeah, sorta," Meg replied. "I talked to Evan in my > sleep. Took his headphones to the infirmary." Moving his attention to Meg, Gabe inquired "sorry, could you clarify that, is Evan concious now?"<< Meg whipped her head around at the sound of Gabe's voice. "Sorry. Forgot you were here," she said. "Don't know. I was wolf when I was asleep, and he came into my dreams. Hearing all those animals was about to make him lose it. We talked, though. When I took his tunes he looked like he was better. Natalia and the docs were with him." She stopped and tightened her grip on Callum's shoulder. Making just that little bit of conversation had been an effort. If anyone looked, they might notice that her eyes were constantly changing from human to wolf. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Jun 17 13:13:56 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:54:00 2005 Subject: Fwd: Re: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) Message-ID: <20050617121356.48529.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> Forwarding to list... queenortart wrote:Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2005 10:28:24 +0100 From: queenortart To: Kathy Perkins Subject: Re: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) "Yeah, sorta," Meg replied. "I talked to Evan in my sleep. Took his headphones to the infirmary." Meg was finding it difficult to form sentences, or to think about anything much except the basics that she and Evan had discussed earlier. She smiled at the others again, then leaned down to Callum, her lips brushing his ear. "You think we could get room service?" she whispered to him. "I really don't know how much longer I can hold it back." The whisper sounded more like a growl. "Course we can." He swigged the last of his coffee, and stood up, and kissed her on the forehead. "Stay with me Hen" he murmured quietly. -- ...the next news was I was in a heap, on a load of spikes, some fifteen feet or so below ground level, at the bottom of a bag-shaped game pit. It is at these times you realise the blessing of a good thick skirt. -- Mary Kingsley (1862-1900) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Jun 17 13:14:10 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:54:00 2005 Subject: Fwd: Re: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) Message-ID: <20050617121410.66697.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> Kathy Perkins wrote:queenortart wrote: >>"Course we can." He swigged the last of his coffee, and stood up, and kissed her on the forehead. "Stay with me Hen" he murmured quietly. << Meg leaned into him. She waved at the waiter. "Steak, rare, and a protein shake. Send them up to...Callum's room, please." She smiled at the others apologetically. "Sorry, folks," she said. "Rough night last night." Tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Fri Jun 17 22:24:16 2005 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:54:00 2005 Subject: Fwd: Re: [GOTC] Lunchtime [State, Callum, Terry, Gabe) In-Reply-To: <20050617121410.66697.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20050617212416.47538.qmail@web25703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Meg leaned into him. She waved at the waiter. > "Steak, rare, and a protein shake. Send them up > to...Callum's room, please." > She smiled at the others apologetically. "Sorry, > folks," she said. "Rough night last night." "No trouble," Gabe replied, "good to see you back on your feet." He turned back to the conversation between Terry and Mind, "I would be interested to know who came first," he stated. [tags] ___________________________________________________________ Yahoo! Messenger - NEW crystal clear PC to PC calling worldwide with voicemail http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From jenarey at comcast.net Sun Jun 19 20:04:09 2005 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:54:00 2005 Subject: [GOTC] There's a dog in the hospital ![Tag The Doctors, Natalia, Evan?] Message-ID: <061920051904.2477.42B5C1A90006E6E4000009AD2207300793970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> > > Natalia gave a quiet sigh as the ladies assisted. > > Their actions made things easier and she brought her > > other hand over Evan's chest, increasing the power > > she was pouring into Evan's body. The runes on her > > fingers began to ease, paling as the bleeding inside > > of his body stopped and his bones began to knit back > > together. > > Jessie smiled in relief as she saw the runes fade. > She'd seen Natalia at work often enough to recognize > this as a good sign. Evan would pull through. "Do > you want us to take it from here?" she whispered. "Give me another moment. If I can get the last of his bones knitted back together, and the worst of the cuts the bumps and bruises will heal on their own in the next couple of weeks." Natalia was already feeling the strain which she was not happy about. She needed some serious meditation time, and things just hadn't been condusive to it. She felt the bone in his leg and pelvis finally seal and sighed in relief. "He's going to be very hungry..." She didn't know whether they would feel him through the needle or not, but knew he'd need to replace the elements she'd pulled from his bloodstream to heal with restored. From jenarey at comcast.net Sun Jun 19 21:48:41 2005 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:54:00 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Morning of the Rodents (was Outfitter) -- Muse, Ratso Message-ID: <061920052048.25714.42B5DA29000430B6000064722200750784970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> Ratso watched Joy leave, then grinned at Muse. "Alone at last!" he said. > > Then he blushed. "Hey, listen, I didn't mean...I mean, I did, but..." > > He took Muse's hand in his own and kissed it. "Ya know how I feel about ya, babe. You are...the...most...BEE-U-TI-FUL...goil...in da entire woild. I never dreamed inna million years dat I'd meet somebody like you. And I...I..." > > He intensely examined a spot on the floor, then looked into her eyes. "In case ya don't know it...I love ya. More dan I ever loved anybody before, ever. But I don't wanna rush tings, an...well, if you don't feel da same as me, dat's ok. Cause no matter how ya feel, I'll feel da same, an I'll watch after ya as long as I live." > > He returned his attention to the spot on the floor. His face was bright red. Mentally he was kicking himself for saying anything, but he had to tell her how he felt. Nothing in the world could have surprised Muse more and she blinked, large eyes glittering with what might be tears. Her cheeks turned as scarlet as his and she looked down where he held her hand. It wasn't...wasn't possible. She'd watched him from a far for months and he'd never seen her...this had to be a dream. "Don't tease me so..." The words were a whispered protest. From queenortart at gmail.com Mon Jun 20 13:02:40 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:54:00 2005 Subject: [GOTC] There's a dog in the hospital ![Tag The Doctors, Natalia, Evan?] In-Reply-To: <061920051904.2477.42B5C1A90006E6E4000009AD2207300793970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> References: <061920051904.2477.42B5C1A90006E6E4000009AD2207300793970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: > > "Give me another moment. If I can get the last of his bones knitted back > together, and the worst of the cuts the bumps and bruises will heal on their > own in the next couple of weeks." Natalia was already feeling the strain > which she was not happy about. She needed some serious meditation time, and > things just hadn't been condusive to it. She felt the bone in his leg and > pelvis finally seal and sighed in relief. "He's going to be very hungry..." > She didn't know whether they would feel him through the needle or not, but > knew he'd need to replace the elements she'd pulled from his bloodstream to > heal with restored. Frances had watched the whole thing with absorbed fascination. She was itching to take another X-ray and see what was going on inside. It would have been magically, truely magical, to follow the process in action on a scanner. Maybe next time. "Very impressive" she said quietly. "How long is he likely to be out for?" tag -- > ...the next news was I was in a heap, on a load of spikes, some fifteen > feet or so below ground level, at the bottom of a bag-shaped game pit. It is > at these times you realise the blessing of a good thick skirt. -- Mary > Kingsley (1862-1900) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sat Jun 25 22:48:40 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:54:00 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Morning of the Rodents (was Outfitter) -- Muse, Ratso In-Reply-To: <061920052048.25714.42B5DA29000430B6000064722200750784970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20050625214840.42141.qmail@web40507.mail.yahoo.com> jenarey@comcast.net wrote: >>Nothing in the world could have surprised Muse more and she blinked, large eyes glittering with what might be tears. Her cheeks turned as scarlet as his and she looked down where he held her hand. It wasn't...wasn't possible. She'd watched him from a far for months and he'd never seen her...this had to be a dream. "Don't tease me so..." The words were a whispered protest.<< Ratso looked into those beautiful eyes. They were so dark and deep. "Tease? Babe, I never been so serious about sumtin' in my entire life! I wish...I wish I could find dat rat dat bit me, an' tank him. 'Cause if he haddn't bit me, I wouldn'a become a wererat, an den I wouldn'a met da Commander, an' I wouldn'a come here, an' den I...." He stopped. This sudden eloquence was not like him at all. But this gorgeous creature just brought it out in him somehow. She made him want to be a better person, just so that he could keep her safe, and make her happy forever. "Muse, baby..." Ratso knelt at his lady love's feet and took her hand in his. "I love ya. Dat's no joke, an' it ain't no tease, either. I'd rather be kilt right now rather dan do anyting ta hoit ya. Please, ya gotta believe me!" This time he looked into her eyes. Tag From ajventer at direq.org Mon Jun 27 10:52:15 2005 From: ajventer at direq.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Mon Jun 27 10:52:26 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC: Long delays - URGENT PLEASE READ. Message-ID: <200506271152.16426.ajventer@direq.org> Hi everyone, I'm terribly sorry for the horrible delays from me while I was in Nigeria, believe me when I say it wasn't my fault at all. I will try to catch up again, but my life has changed since I started this game and I simply don't have the time I used to. Considering this, I feel I owe it to you guys to step down as G.M. Thus we need a new G.M, and I will function as a co-gm only, helping out with storylines and acting as a kind of continuity consultant to ensure the spirit of the game is kept in tact (note: I'm talking spirit, you will be entirely free to concoct your own seven kinds of hell to dish out ;) ) Kathy, you have first call on the position but I know you're life is hectic right now as well so if you'd prefer not to then I will understand, you're status as co-gm is completely beyond dispute. If Kathy says no, I believe in fairness, the position should go to our next most experienced player, that's a tie somewhere between Jenna, Mik and Sue, and should this happen, either of them can volunteer, if all do, we vote. If nobody volunteers... well we'll think of something. I'm sorry to do this, from a personal perspective, but I've always felt this game worked because the players and the GM are so dedicated, unfortunately my practical life can no longer keep up to my dedication ergo for the sake of the players and the game, I must do this. All that said, I'm nevertheless also excited, this could add a whole new element to the game for me, having always been the one who created the surprises, I look forward to being surprized for a change :) Ciao A.J. -- A.J. Venter Lead Developer - Direq International +27 82 726 5103 Fax: 0866542898 http://direq.org http://silentcoder.co.za From reptyle242 at btopenworld.com Mon Jun 27 11:49:20 2005 From: reptyle242 at btopenworld.com (Reptyle) Date: Mon Jun 27 11:46:14 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC: Long delays - URGENT PLEASE READ. References: <200506271152.16426.ajventer@direq.org> Message-ID: <000701c57b05$dfb1edc0$2a179c51@i5q8v9> Despite only being in this for a bit, I too have found my life changed unexpectedly for the better; so I think I can understand. May I say that your GM'ing has been top-notch so far AJ, but as I will always say: Real Life has to come before Games. I hope someone will be willing to step in. Mikey G "Sir, your odd talking skull is speaking of the Perilous Path of Crushing Doom." "Please tell me that it's actually filled with cute fuzzy bunnies and they named it to be ironic..." The Order of The Stick ----- Original Message ----- From: "A.J. Venter" To: Sent: Monday, June 27, 2005 10:52 AM Subject: [GOTC] OOC: Long delays - URGENT PLEASE READ. > Hi everyone, I'm terribly sorry for the horrible delays from me while I was in > Nigeria, believe me when I say it wasn't my fault at all. > > I will try to catch up again, but my life has changed since I started this > game and I simply don't have the time I used to. > > Considering this, I feel I owe it to you guys to step down as G.M. > Thus we need a new G.M, and I will function as a co-gm only, helping out with > storylines and acting as a kind of continuity consultant to ensure the spirit > of the game is kept in tact (note: I'm talking spirit, you will be entirely > free to concoct your own seven kinds of hell to dish out ;) ) > > Kathy, you have first call on the position but I know you're life is hectic > right now as well so if you'd prefer not to then I will understand, you're > status as co-gm is completely beyond dispute. > > If Kathy says no, I believe in fairness, the position should go to our next > most experienced player, that's a tie somewhere between Jenna, Mik and Sue, > and should this happen, either of them can volunteer, if all do, we vote. > If nobody volunteers... well we'll think of something. > > I'm sorry to do this, from a personal perspective, but I've always felt this > game worked because the players and the GM are so dedicated, unfortunately my > practical life can no longer keep up to my dedication ergo for the sake of > the players and the game, I must do this. All that said, I'm nevertheless > also excited, this could add a whole new element to the game for me, having > always been the one who created the surprises, I look forward to being > surprized for a change :) > > Ciao > A.J. > -- > A.J. Venter > Lead Developer - Direq International > +27 82 726 5103 > Fax: 0866542898 > http://direq.org > http://silentcoder.co.za > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/gotc > From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Jun 28 12:55:24 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Tue Jun 28 12:55:33 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC: Long delays - URGENT PLEASE READ. In-Reply-To: <200506271152.16426.ajventer@direq.org> Message-ID: <20050628115524.16382.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> Sorry I didn't respond to this yesterday, but it caught me a little by surprise. Much as I'd like to, I can't take over full GM duties. I've got some things I'm having to handle here at home. My dad's sick, and my husband would probably not be too happy about me taking more responsibility in this. I'm happy being co-GM -- that is, running NPC's and the like -- but I'm not a very good idea person. I can run with things once I'm given a direction to run, but that's about it. I think something can be worked out, at least I hope so. AJ, how about dropping some of your extraneous characters, for a start, and just sticking with one or two? That might help. I know it's helped me in other games. Anyone have any comments? Anyone? Kat "A.J. Venter" wrote: Hi everyone, I'm terribly sorry for the horrible delays from me while I was in Nigeria, believe me when I say it wasn't my fault at all. I will try to catch up again, but my life has changed since I started this game and I simply don't have the time I used to. Considering this, I feel I owe it to you guys to step down as G.M. Thus we need a new G.M, and I will function as a co-gm only, helping out with storylines and acting as a kind of continuity consultant to ensure the spirit of the game is kept in tact (note: I'm talking spirit, you will be entirely free to concoct your own seven kinds of hell to dish out ;) ) Kathy, you have first call on the position but I know you're life is hectic right now as well so if you'd prefer not to then I will understand, you're status as co-gm is completely beyond dispute. If Kathy says no, I believe in fairness, the position should go to our next most experienced player, that's a tie somewhere between Jenna, Mik and Sue, and should this happen, either of them can volunteer, if all do, we vote. If nobody volunteers... well we'll think of something. I'm sorry to do this, from a personal perspective, but I've always felt this game worked because the players and the GM are so dedicated, unfortunately my practical life can no longer keep up to my dedication ergo for the sake of the players and the game, I must do this. All that said, I'm nevertheless also excited, this could add a whole new element to the game for me, having always been the one who created the surprises, I look forward to being surprized for a change :) Ciao A.J. -- A.J. Venter Lead Developer - Direq International +27 82 726 5103 Fax: 0866542898 http://direq.org http://silentcoder.co.za _______________________________________________ GOTC mailing list GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk http://lists.herald.co.uk/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/gotc From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Jun 28 13:53:44 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Tue Jun 28 13:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC: Long delays - URGENT PLEASE READ. In-Reply-To: <20050628115524.16382.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> References: <200506271152.16426.ajventer@direq.org> <20050628115524.16382.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: Sorry I've been a bit of an ostrict about this, and I was out last night at a concert. I've been thinking about the number of times recently we've actually required what you would normally consider to be GM intervention, and it is minimal, this is the most capable group I've ever come across who make up their own plots, and drive the story by themselves, and provide NPCs as necessary. I'm not saying that to detract from what Kathy and AJ have done, but I don't see this as the end of the world as we know it. That all sounds very negative towards the GMing and I really don't mean it to be. Mik has done a ton of NPCing, and all credit to him. I think personally we can just redefine our systems a little and carry on. If there is any kind of GM decision to be made, who wins fight, what result is reasonable, then Kat should make it or we agree on it in the OOC group. The rest of us take responsibility for creating new plot as well. My only qualms about that is that I would be angsty about new people, and the possibility of them riding rough shod over everyone, but I suspect that none of us would take that lying down! tuppence for you x S On 6/28/05, Kathy Perkins wrote: > > Sorry I didn't respond to this yesterday, but it caught me a little by > surprise. Much as I'd like to, I can't take over full GM duties. I've got > some things I'm having to handle here at home. My dad's sick, and my husband > would probably not be too happy about me taking more responsibility in this. > > I'm happy being co-GM -- that is, running NPC's and the like -- but I'm > not a very good idea person. I can run with things once I'm given a > direction to run, but that's about it. > > I think something can be worked out, at least I hope so. AJ, how about > dropping some of your extraneous characters, for a start, and just sticking > with one or two? That might help. I know it's helped me in other games. > > Anyone have any comments? Anyone? > > Kat > > "A.J. Venter" wrote: > Hi everyone, I'm terribly sorry for the horrible delays from me while I > was in > Nigeria, believe me when I say it wasn't my fault at all. > > I will try to catch up again, but my life has changed since I started this > game and I simply don't have the time I used to. > > Considering this, I feel I owe it to you guys to step down as G.M. > Thus we need a new G.M, and I will function as a co-gm only, helping out > with > storylines and acting as a kind of continuity consultant to ensure the > spirit > of the game is kept in tact (note: I'm talking spirit, you will be > entirely > free to concoct your own seven kinds of hell to dish out ;) ) > > Kathy, you have first call on the position but I know you're life is > hectic > right now as well so if you'd prefer not to then I will understand, you're > status as co-gm is completely beyond dispute. > > If Kathy says no, I believe in fairness, the position should go to our > next > most experienced player, that's a tie somewhere between Jenna, Mik and > Sue, > and should this happen, either of them can volunteer, if all do, we vote. > If nobody volunteers... well we'll think of something. > > I'm sorry to do this, from a personal perspective, but I've always felt > this > game worked because the players and the GM are so dedicated, unfortunately > my > practical life can no longer keep up to my dedication ergo for the sake of > the players and the game, I must do this. All that said, I'm nevertheless > also excited, this could add a whole new element to the game for me, > having > always been the one who created the surprises, I look forward to being > surprized for a change :) > > Ciao > A.J. > -- > A.J. Venter > Lead Developer - Direq International > +27 82 726 5103 > Fax: 0866542898 > http://direq.org > http://silentcoder.co.za > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/gotc > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/gotc > -- ...the next news was I was in a heap, on a load of spikes, some fifteen feet or so below ground level, at the bottom of a bag-shaped game pit. It is at these times you realise the blessing of a good thick skirt. -- Mary Kingsley (1862-1900) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Jun 28 14:32:59 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Tue Jun 28 14:33:08 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC: Long delays - URGENT PLEASE READ. In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20050628133300.7005.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> I think that's a good solution. The only problem is with the big things. I think the reason you don't notice GM intervention is because AJ's done such a good job defining the world and giving us things to react to. If we're sort of a group GM, who decides story lines as far as introducing conflicts for our heroes to face? Kat queenortart wrote: Sorry I've been a bit of an ostrict about this, and I was out last night at a concert. I've been thinking about the number of times recently we've actually required what you would normally consider to be GM intervention, and it is minimal, this is the most capable group I've ever come across who make up their own plots, and drive the story by themselves, and provide NPCs as necessary. I'm not saying that to detract from what Kathy and AJ have done, but I don't see this as the end of the world as we know it. That all sounds very negative towards the GMing and I really don't mean it to be. Mik has done a ton of NPCing, and all credit to him. I think personally we can just redefine our systems a little and carry on. If there is any kind of GM decision to be made, who wins fight, what result is reasonable, then Kat should make it or we agree on it in the OOC group. The rest of us take responsibility for creating new plot as well. My only qualms about that is that I would be angsty about new people, and the possibility of them riding rough shod over everyone, but I suspect that none of us would take that lying down! tuppence for you x S On 6/28/05, Kathy Perkins wrote: > > Sorry I didn't respond to this yesterday, but it caught me a little by > surprise. Much as I'd like to, I can't take over full GM duties. I've got > some things I'm having to handle here at home. My dad's sick, and my husband > would probably not be too happy about me taking more responsibility in this. > > I'm happy being co-GM -- that is, running NPC's and the like -- but I'm > not a very good idea person. I can run with things once I'm given a > direction to run, but that's about it. > > I think something can be worked out, at least I hope so. AJ, how about > dropping some of your extraneous characters, for a start, and just sticking > with one or two? That might help. I know it's helped me in other games. > > Anyone have any comments? Anyone? > > Kat > > "A.J. Venter" wrote: > Hi everyone, I'm terribly sorry for the horrible delays from me while I > was in > Nigeria, believe me when I say it wasn't my fault at all. > > I will try to catch up again, but my life has changed since I started this > game and I simply don't have the time I used to. > > Considering this, I feel I owe it to you guys to step down as G.M. > Thus we need a new G.M, and I will function as a co-gm only, helping out > with > storylines and acting as a kind of continuity consultant to ensure the > spirit > of the game is kept in tact (note: I'm talking spirit, you will be > entirely > free to concoct your own seven kinds of hell to dish out ;) ) > > Kathy, you have first call on the position but I know you're life is > hectic > right now as well so if you'd prefer not to then I will understand, you're > status as co-gm is completely beyond dispute. > > If Kathy says no, I believe in fairness, the position should go to our > next > most experienced player, that's a tie somewhere between Jenna, Mik and > Sue, > and should this happen, either of them can volunteer, if all do, we vote. > If nobody volunteers... well we'll think of something. > > I'm sorry to do this, from a personal perspective, but I've always felt > this > game worked because the players and the GM are so dedicated, unfortunately > my > practical life can no longer keep up to my dedication ergo for the sake of > the players and the game, I must do this. All that said, I'm nevertheless > also excited, this could add a whole new element to the game for me, > having > always been the one who created the surprises, I look forward to being > surprized for a change :) > > Ciao > A.J. > -- > A.J. Venter > Lead Developer - Direq International > +27 82 726 5103 > Fax: 0866542898 > http://direq.org > http://silentcoder.co.za > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/gotc > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/gotc > -- ...the next news was I was in a heap, on a load of spikes, some fifteen feet or so below ground level, at the bottom of a bag-shaped game pit. It is at these times you realise the blessing of a good thick skirt. -- Mary Kingsley (1862-1900) _______________________________________________ GOTC mailing list GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk http://lists.herald.co.uk/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/gotc From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Jun 28 14:59:36 2005 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Tue Jun 28 14:59:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC: Long delays - URGENT PLEASE READ. In-Reply-To: <20050628133300.7005.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20050628135936.22199.qmail@web25703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > I think that's a good solution. The only problem is > with the big things. I think the reason you don't > notice GM intervention is because AJ's done such a > good job defining the world and giving us things to > react to. If we're sort of a group GM, who decides > story lines as far as introducing conflicts for our > heroes to face? Sue is playing in my tabletop game tomorrow (Wednesday) night, so we'll probably discuss this at some point. The lycanpire story line has definitely been GM generated and I think there is a need for someone to create and administer that kind of all encompassing plot while the players drive 'smaller', or I guess more personal plots. One thing to consider is that changing the hand on the tiller is likely to change the feel of the game to some degree. I know personally I tend towards the darker side of things, which might not work for people. While initially I'm sure whoever steps in to the breach will aim for the feel the game has maintained so far, it will be difficult to keep from tainting it with personal preferences... Anyway, no need for too much gnashing of teeth I'm sure. Later, Mik. ___________________________________________________________ Yahoo! Messenger - NEW crystal clear PC to PC calling worldwide with voicemail http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com