From aj at getopenlab.com Sat Oct 1 15:13:19 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sat Oct 1 15:13:32 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Dawn Scenes Message-ID: <200510011613.20004.aj@getopenlab.com> OOC: Sorry it's later than promissed, the conference was extended and I only got home last night. This post contains within it starters for a series of new threads each tagger to continue in a thread subject lined as per the title of the subthread. Timeline: Sunday October 18, 2016, 5am ------------------- Hallowed be thy name Damien stepped through the parking lot, his ears perked... no sounds... good she wasn't in right now... moments later he snuck into Stephanie's workshop, smiled with a glint of pleasant evil in his eyes and set to work. It took him all of 15 minutes, working with vampiric speed. He had to finish before she came back. He was nervous yet excited... it HAD to work. Finally, everything was ready. He sat down in the middle of the room, laid his guitar on his lap and began to gently strum, to get himself in tune. He knew exactly what song he wanted to play, but he had to be in the zone - it had to be perfect, so he started strumming a classic, to get his fingers in. He sang softly, and forgot that Stephanie moved like a cat. He did not hear her enter behind him, and sang on not knowing that she was hearing the wrong song. "..reflecting on my past life / cos at five o' clock / they take me to the gallows cold / the sands of time / for me are running low." He picked up the pace, "looooowwww yeah". He was lost entirely in the song now, unaware of her soft gasp behind him. "Can it be that there's some sort of error !" Then his vampire sense cut in through the music and he look around, she was standing in the doorway. He smiled appologetically. He hoped she would like it, and not perhaps throw him out for making a mess of her workshop... every ounce of the floor, every table, every single flat service was covered in pink rose petals... [Tag Stephanie] ----- The king's gambit Jethro stepped out of his room, dressed immaculately as only Jethro Sullivan can pull off at 5am after a long hard night. But sunday's are generally quiet time. Daytime was quieter by themselves, and for whatever reason, even the bad guys tended to lay low on Sundays. There was a tradition on a sunday morning. Something that had been part of this last hour before dawn for over a hundred years. The time had come. His face set in grim determination. This was serious after all. He stepped into the ante-room. There was a chess board on the coffee-table with a game in progress. The board was made out of blocks of marble, darker and lighter alternating, in a marble slate, and each piece was cut from the same exquisite marble. Marble is notoriously hard to sculpt because it is hard and brittle, no sculptor would attempt such fine work as a chess set out of it. But one had, he had dedicated 75 years of his life to it, each peace restarted after breaking a thousand times. But he had finished it, and Jethro had eventually bought it, it was without a doubt, the single most valuable possesion that a very rich man had. He sat on the comfortable chaise suite, and moved his bishop two blocks back. He felt no qualms about moving before his opponent arrived. When you've been playing each other for a century, when some of the games had lasted a decade and a half, when you've trusted your very lives to each other more times than you can remember - you don't worry that anybody will cheat. A moment later the door opened, and Gabe stepped in. "You're move" said Jethro smiling up at him, but there was a darkness in his eyes. "No sign of them ?" he asked softly, he looked at the shaking head. "Damn... you and I can't do anything, the sun will be up soon. They could just be having a romantic interlude somewhere. I'm not taking any chances though. If we don't know anything by sun-up. we'll send every lycan and every human after them... they cannot just dissapear !" [Tag - Gabe] ------- Small things Jessie awoke to a soft rustling sound from the other end of the room. The bed was still warm around her nude form from where Jay had lain behind her until moments before. But he had let her sleep as he started his early day. In her lab lay the pendant he had recovered from the scene of the golum fight, they would have to get to that later today. Right now though, Jay was doing what Jay did every single morning, as much to preserve the sanity of his mind as the state of his body. That body was glistening in the soft light of the predawn with the beads of sweat built up on it. The shuffling continued as his feet slid over the carpet. The moves were intricate, random looking yet clearly every one was planned and executed with precision. Jay was doing his Kata. The morning after they had first made love, she had woken like this, to see him do the combat dance that is so much a part of the martial-artists life. It had been the first time he had done it without bothering to get dressed first, and he had kept that up, like a little tradition between them. His mind was blank, but he was intimately aware of her nearby presence nonetheless, even though he did not realize she was awake. For the moment, this was combat in it's purest form - because nobody had to get hurt. It was just living in the motion. Free from the cruelties he had dedicated so much of his life to destroy. For the first time in as long as he could remember, Captain Jason Edwards was a happy man. He had won and lost fights in his quests, but the results were never enough. Ever since Terry had been big enough not to need him as a parent, his life had lost a lot of it's orriginal meaning. Coming home to an empty room every time had sapped him of his hope... but now, the room he came to was no longer empty. There was a reason to survive. There was Jessie, the woman who would soon be his bride. [Tag - Jessie] ----------------- In deffence of honour. Morganis awoke with a shock, he had no idea where he was. What the hell had happened last night ? He opened his eyes, and he was in pain. He must have been badly injured, because at this stage he could feel the tight pain of half closed wounds. His head pounded with the pain of an earlier concussion. He was not fully healed yet. He glanced around, he did not recognize the room he was in. He had never known a vampire could get amnesia, but he had to confront the reality that, that may be what he was dealing with. He looked around. Behind him was Marie. She was unconscious, but she was alive. There was bloodstains all over her shirt. he lumbered over and examined her briefly. No visible wounds however, but there was a very nasty bruise on her forehead. A memory flashed into place, a bullet racing toward her head, him moving with every ounce of vampire speed, using his telekinetics to push himself further, getting his palm in front of it. The bullet slamming into his hand, the momentum dragging it on with unstoppable force, slamming the back of his hand into her forehead, knocking her out. But the bullet had stayed in his hand, instead of shattering her skull. He looked at his hand, deep scars still run all over it, at least one of his fingers were not fully grown back. Only one kind of bullet did damage like that instead of going through. Dum-dums. In the bad dusky light he could not see much. But something broke through the pain in his head... a sense of life. There was someone else in here with them. On the other side of the room, something moved in the gloom. Another flash of memory, kicking out as several bullets came flying at his chest, getting struck but nonetheless making contact, stricking an opponent under the chin, slamming into the wall from the force of the bullets in his chest, watching the other man... faceless in the memory slam into the other wall. Impaled on some kind of metal protrusion from the wall. The blackness engulfing his vision. What the fuck was this place ? A groan climbed through the room, and then a thud. Morgan knew without having to see that his opponent had awoken, had just pushed himself off the metal bar. Whatever else was healed in him, that wound would only start healing now. It could only be a vampire or a lycan, a human would be dead already. That was something at least... if he had to fight whoever it was again, the person would have one wound that had barely healed at all... a weakness. Another memory burst through. Marie, planting a tripple kick, stricking knee, hip and back of the head on the still faceless adversary, dropping him, stabbing at his heart but missing (a heart is a much smaller target than people realize - Morgan knew from experience that even experts rarely hit it in less than three tries). Whatever had happened after that was a mystery. So whoever it was, had faced both of them at full strenght, and very nearly killed them. Sheer dumb luck had kept them alive. If the bad guy had missed the spike - they would both be dead, because although his broken memories were in bits and pieces, it was clear that after that kick - he had not been in a position to fight anymore whatsoever. But now, the enemy was wounded... that wound could be their only chance to survive. Marie stirred behind him. Morgan knew this was it. He wished he knew who he was about to fight... or why. He heard the movements as the other person woke up. The room had big windows he saw. How long till the sun came up ? An hour at most... now or never then. [Tag Marie] -- "Semper in excretum set alta variant" - My father A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From aj at getopenlab.com Sat Oct 1 18:32:21 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sat Oct 1 18:32:28 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC: The untagged Message-ID: <200510011932.21752.aj@getopenlab.com> For those of you not tagged directly in dawn scenes: If you're character is a non-vampire fighter, they will be going out on call fairly soon, so keep that in mind, but otherwize, you're free to do as you wish. A.J. -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Sun Oct 2 10:51:01 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Oct 2 10:51:09 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC: The untagged In-Reply-To: <200510011932.21752.aj@getopenlab.com> References: <200510011932.21752.aj@getopenlab.com> Message-ID: Erm I'm floundering a bit. I kind of thought I might have one character tagged at least! Can you just clarify for me what in your head has happened on the previous night at HQ. If it's 5am, and you're just about to send people out have they been up all night already? Sorry - this may sound like I'm a ungrateful grumpy bitch, I'm not meaning to be, and I know you are trying to allow creative expression and all that, but I've got to position Joy Callum Miranda Frances and Jonathon (although he will be elsewhere) and I can't really put them anywhere without some understanding of at least whether some of them are likely to be asleep or not!! xx S On 10/1/05, A.J. Venter wrote: > > For those of you not tagged directly in dawn scenes: > > If you're character is a non-vampire fighter, they will be going out > on call fairly soon, so > keep that in mind, but otherwize, you're free to do as you wish. > > A.J. > -- > "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. > 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." > A.J. Venter > Chief Software Architect > OpenLab International > http://www.getopenlab.com > http://www.silentcoder.co.za > _______________________________________________ > 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 aj at getopenlab.com Sun Oct 2 11:02:44 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Oct 2 11:02:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC: The untagged In-Reply-To: References: <200510011932.21752.aj@getopenlab.com> Message-ID: <200510021202.45689.aj@getopenlab.com> Sounds to me like you didn't read between the lines. Only Morgan and Miranda were officially out. The others all woke up inside HQ, so unless your characters were doing something you sent them on, as far as I'm concerned so did they. A.J. On Sunday 02 October 2005 11:51, queenortart wrote: > Erm I'm floundering a bit. I kind of thought I might have one > character tagged at least! > > Can you just clarify for me what in your head has happened on the > previous night at HQ. If it's 5am, and you're just about to send > people out have they been up all night already? > > Sorry - this may sound like I'm a ungrateful grumpy bitch, I'm not > meaning to be, and I know you are trying to allow creative expression > and all that, but I've got to position Joy Callum Miranda Frances and > Jonathon (although he will be elsewhere) and I can't really put them > anywhere without some understanding of at least whether some of them > are likely to be asleep or not!! > > xx > S > > On 10/1/05, A.J. Venter wrote: > > For those of you not tagged directly in dawn scenes: > > > > If you're character is a non-vampire fighter, they will be going out > > on call fairly soon, so > > keep that in mind, but otherwize, you're free to do as you wish. > > > > A.J. > > -- > > "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty > > principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." > > A.J. Venter > > Chief Software Architect > > OpenLab International > > http://www.getopenlab.com > > http://www.silentcoder.co.za > > _______________________________________________ > > 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 -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Oct 3 05:30:38 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Mon Oct 3 05:30:47 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC: The untagged In-Reply-To: <200510021202.45689.aj@getopenlab.com> Message-ID: <20051003043038.87576.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> Meg will probably be tagging Callum as soon as I can catch up on other mail. I'll be doing something with Ratso at some point, too. Kat --- "A.J. Venter" wrote: > Sounds to me like you didn't read between the lines. > > Only Morgan and Miranda were officially out. The > others all woke up inside HQ, > so unless your characters were doing something you > sent them on, as far as > I'm concerned so did they. > > A.J. > On Sunday 02 October 2005 11:51, queenortart wrote: > > Erm I'm floundering a bit. I kind of thought I > might have one > > character tagged at least! > > > > Can you just clarify for me what in your head has > happened on the > > previous night at HQ. If it's 5am, and you're > just about to send > > people out have they been up all night already? > > > > Sorry - this may sound like I'm a ungrateful > grumpy bitch, I'm not > > meaning to be, and I know you are trying to allow > creative expression > > and all that, but I've got to position Joy Callum > Miranda Frances and > > Jonathon (although he will be elsewhere) and I > can't really put them > > anywhere without some understanding of at least > whether some of them > > are likely to be asleep or not!! > > > > xx > > S > > > > On 10/1/05, A.J. Venter wrote: > > > For those of you not tagged directly in dawn > scenes: > > > > > > If you're character is a non-vampire fighter, > they will be going out > > > on call fairly soon, so > > > keep that in mind, but otherwize, you're free to > do as you wish. > > > > > > A.J. > > > -- > > > "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application > of the uncertainty > > > principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is > pretending this isn't so." > > > A.J. Venter > > > Chief Software Architect > > > OpenLab International > > > http://www.getopenlab.com > > > http://www.silentcoder.co.za > > > _______________________________________________ > > > 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 > > -- > "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of > the uncertainty principle. > 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this > isn't so." > A.J. Venter > Chief Software Architect > OpenLab International > http://www.getopenlab.com > http://www.silentcoder.co.za > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/gotc > From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 3 18:30:42 2005 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Mon Oct 3 18:30:56 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hallowed by thy Message-ID: <100320051730.24314.43416AC2000A03B700005EFA2200735834970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> Then his vampire sense cut in through the music and he look around, she was standing in the doorway. He smiled appologetically. He hoped she would like it, and not perhaps throw him out for making a mess of her workshop... every ounce of the floor, every table, every single flat service was covered in pink rose petals... Stephanie had heard him singing long before she reached the workshop and the sound had hurried her along. Now she stood there, blinking at what she saw. A little smile crossed her lips and she chuckled. "Hi there..." She took in a deep breath and then sneezed before stepping over the thresh-hold into the room. "Looks like you've been all busy like." From aj at getopenlab.com Mon Oct 3 18:42:30 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Mon Oct 3 18:42:38 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hallowed by thy In-Reply-To: <100320051730.24314.43416AC2000A03B700005EFA2200735834970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> References: <100320051730.24314.43416AC2000A03B700005EFA2200735834970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <200510031942.31065.aj@getopenlab.com> On Monday 03 October 2005 19:30, jenarey@comcast.net wrote: > Then his vampire sense cut in through the music and he look around, she was > standing in the doorway. He smiled appologetically. He hoped she would like > it, and not perhaps throw him out for making a mess of her workshop... > every ounce of the floor, every table, every single flat service was > covered in pink rose petals... > > Stephanie had heard him singing long before she reached the workshop and > the sound had hurried her along. Now she stood there, blinking at what she > saw. A little smile crossed her lips and she chuckled. "Hi there..." She > took in a deep breath and then sneezed before stepping over the thresh-hold > into the room. "Looks like you've been all busy like." > He blushed a little, she was the only person who could ever make him blush, and of course when a vampire blushes... he blushes deep crimson that makes him shine like a traffic light. He shook his head rapidly side to side to clear his thoughts, halfway submerged in music and now being sent to neverland with a one-way express ticket by her smile. "A special touch... for a special lady" he whispered. His fingers started stricking the notes, he was strumming an electric guitar without a pick and risking cutting them up, but he needed it to get just the right sound. To play in harmony with himself. "And I'd give up forever to touch you cos I know that you feel me somehow you're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be and I don't wanna go home right now" [Tag] -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 3 18:56:12 2005 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Mon Oct 3 18:56:22 2005 Subject: [GOTC] In defense of honour Message-ID: <100320051756.12749.434170BB000F3A68000031CD2200735834970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> But now, the enemy was wounded... that wound could be their only chance to survive. Marie stirred behind him. Morgan knew this was it. He wished he knew who he was about to fight... or why. He heard the movements as the other person woke up. The room had big windows he saw. How long till the sun came up ? An hour at most... now or never then. Marie blinked several times, trying to bring the world around her back into focus. She felt as though she'd been run over by a train. Maybe several trains. Full of heavy cargo. Even the near dark of the room was too bright and the urge to throw up was rather tempting, though she had the distinct impression that she didn't have time for that. She rolled onto all fours, feeling around for her weaponry. She thought she remembered having a gun at some point. It was hard to recall through the stabbing pain in her head. >From the darkness a male voice spoke, so soothing that it was hard to resist. "If I were the two of you I would remain very still right now." From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 3 19:02:13 2005 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Mon Oct 3 19:04:02 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hallowed by thy Message-ID: <100320051802.23529.434172250001BD2100005BE92200735834970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> > "And I'd give up forever to touch you > cos I know that you feel me somehow > you're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be > and I don't wanna go home right now" She moved over to curl up next to him, half closing her eyes as she listened. As he sang the cat woman rested her head against his shoulder, out of the way of the guitar, but wanting to be close to him. "I love yer voice." Stephanie murmured the words quietly, not wanting to interrupt, but enjoying this moment. From aj at getopenlab.com Mon Oct 3 19:08:10 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Mon Oct 3 19:08:21 2005 Subject: [GOTC] In defense of honour In-Reply-To: <100320051756.12749.434170BB000F3A68000031CD2200735834970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> References: <100320051756.12749.434170BB000F3A68000031CD2200735834970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <200510032008.11596.aj@getopenlab.com> On Monday 03 October 2005 19:56, jenarey@comcast.net wrote: > But now, the enemy was wounded... that wound could be their only chance to > survive. Marie stirred behind him. Morgan knew this was it. He wished he > knew who he was about to fight... or why. He heard the movements as the > other person woke up. The room had big windows he saw. How long till the > sun came up ? An hour at most... now or never then. > > Marie blinked several times, trying to bring the world around her back into > focus. She felt as though she'd been run over by a train. Maybe several > trains. Full of heavy cargo. Even the near dark of the room was too > bright and the urge to throw up was rather tempting, though she had the > distinct impression that she didn't have time for that. She rolled onto > all fours, feeling around for her weaponry. She thought she remembered > having a gun at some point. It was hard to recall through the stabbing > pain in her head. > > >From the darkness a male voice spoke, so soothing that it was hard to > > resist. "If I were the two of you I would remain very still right now." > Morganis sought for the source of the voice in the dark. Where was he now ? Was he armed. For the moment, he realized, he had no choice but to obey. One thing was clear, the sense of life in the room had increased greatly. A newcomer then, and one who was a lot less weakened than whoever they had fought last night. Where WAS he ? Could you use telepathy while concussed to the point of amnesia ? Morganis considered the option. The time to find out, he decided, was when that was the last chance you had. He battled to think clearly. The man had spoken. He had not simply finished them off. That meant one of two things - either he couldn't see them as well as he was letting on... or he wasn't planning to kill them yet. That alone was opportunity. Bad guys who gloat, you have a chance against. The type who would just finish it now, bam silver bullet through the brain - he would have won already. He felt something pressing into his side, under his clothes. He knew what he kept there, his last chance dagger. He prayed that the holster still contained it. When the time came to strike, it may be all he has. If there's anything in it. He strained air through his lips, he didn't need to breath to live, but he sure need to air to speak. "Who are you ?", not exactly the most orriginal line, but it did sort of get right to the point didn't it. Keep him talking Morganis. Buy yourself time. Heal some more. When you strike - strike once and for all. [Tag] -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From aj at getopenlab.com Mon Oct 3 19:10:10 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Mon Oct 3 19:10:16 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hallowed by thy In-Reply-To: <100320051802.23529.434172250001BD2100005BE92200735834970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> References: <100320051802.23529.434172250001BD2100005BE92200735834970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <200510032010.10640.aj@getopenlab.com> On Monday 03 October 2005 20:02, jenarey@comcast.net wrote: > > "And I'd give up forever to touch you > > cos I know that you feel me somehow > > you're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be > > and I don't wanna go home right now" > > She moved over to curl up next to him, half closing her eyes as she > listened. As he sang the cat woman rested her head against his shoulder, > out of the way of the guitar, but wanting to be close to him. "I love yer > voice." Stephanie murmured the words quietly, not wanting to interrupt, > but enjoying this moment. Like all things, even lovesongs come to an end, and as he strummed the last bars he turned his head toward hers and looking her in the eyes. "Is this the bit where I get kissed ?" tag -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 3 19:17:12 2005 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Mon Oct 3 19:17:22 2005 Subject: [GOTC] In defense of honour Message-ID: <100320051817.26878.434175A8000D0D64000068FE2207300033970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> > He felt something pressing into his side, under his clothes. He knew what he > kept there, his last chance dagger. He prayed that the holster still > contained it. When the time came to strike, it may be all he has. If there's > anything in it. > He strained air through his lips, he didn't need to breath to live, but he > sure need to air to speak. > "Who are you ?", not exactly the most orriginal line, but it did sort of get > right to the point didn't it. Keep him talking Morganis. Buy yourself time. > Heal some more. When you strike - strike once and for all. The first form could be sensed somewhere in the darkness, straightening followed by the metallic sound of a gun slide being drawn back. "Charlemane...be good. No shooting...yet." The voice sounded again, echoing around the room with a disconcerting effect. Where the man was was impossible to tell, even with Morgan's heightened senses. "Our guests are going to be amiable I do believe, because it won't be long before the sun rises, and not even the heir of Merlin would take that well." Marie's fingers closed on one of her stakes, the wood wet with blood, she couldn't tell whos, and she scooted slightly closer to Morgan. That they were in trouble was a given, and the voice tugged at her with the call of an unknown memory playing against her mind. From aj at getopenlab.com Mon Oct 3 19:42:06 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Mon Oct 3 19:42:13 2005 Subject: [GOTC] In defense of honour In-Reply-To: <100320051817.26878.434175A8000D0D64000068FE2207300033970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> References: <100320051817.26878.434175A8000D0D64000068FE2207300033970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <200510032042.06293.aj@getopenlab.com> On Monday 03 October 2005 20:17, jenarey@comcast.net wrote: > > He felt something pressing into his side, under his clothes. He knew what > "Charlemane...be good. No shooting...yet." The voice sounded again, > echoing around the room with a disconcerting effect. Where the man was was > impossible to tell, even with Morgan's heightened senses. "Our guests are > going to be amiable I do believe, because it won't be long before the sun > rises, and not even the heir of Merlin would take that well." > > Marie's fingers closed on one of her stakes, the wood wet with blood, she > couldn't tell whos, and she scooted slightly closer to Morgan. That they > were in trouble was a given, and the voice tugged at her with the call of > an unknown memory playing against her mind. Morgan slid his hand lower very softly, it found Marie's shoulder, and he squeezed it as gently as he could. Just enough to let her know he was there. He needed a plan. Right now. Any plan would do. Again he considered a psychic blast. Whoever that bastard was, he could permanently turn him into a vegetable if he really let go. Since he would certainly have only one shot - he would have to let everything out. The trouble was, there would be no way to control that blast, it would hit everyone in the room, and for all he knew since he had always held back the lower-east-side. He dared not, for Marie's sake. He had to find something else. But how do you fight an invisible enemy while you're hurt, and he clearly has a ranged weapon ? You don't. You keep him talking. You pick a better moment. "I take it then you're not going to tell me who you are ?" he groaned. "That's against the rules. You are supposed to tell me who you are, and explain your evil plan in detail before you're allowed to try and kill me. Haven't you read your villain manual ?" tag -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 3 19:49:42 2005 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Mon Oct 3 19:49:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] In defense of honour Message-ID: <100320051849.28863.43417D46000ADA4D000070BF2200735834970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> You don't. You keep him talking. You pick a better moment. > "I take it then you're not going to tell me who you are ?" he groaned. "That's > against the rules. You are supposed to tell me who you are, and explain your > evil plan in detail before you're allowed to try and kill me. Haven't you > read your villain manual ?" "I have no need to explain anything to you. You're simply a sideline in all of this, and I don't actually need you alive save that I suspect your safety will help to convince the lady to behave. If it doesn't then I'll have to allow less civilized measures, which would be a pity, but the rule is that she is needed alive, not necessarily..." He paused, as though savoring the thought. "unspoiled." There was a shift in movement and the other inhabitants of the room seemed to simply melt from existance, leaving Morgan and Marie alone, but certainly not unobserved. "Think about it...I will return for an answer before the sun." From aj at getopenlab.com Mon Oct 3 20:00:51 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Mon Oct 3 20:00:58 2005 Subject: [GOTC] In defense of honour In-Reply-To: <100320051849.28863.43417D46000ADA4D000070BF2200735834970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> References: <100320051849.28863.43417D46000ADA4D000070BF2200735834970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <200510032100.51872.aj@getopenlab.com> > "I have no need to explain anything to you. You're simply a sideline in > all of this, and I don't actually need you alive save that I suspect your > safety will help to convince the lady to behave. If it doesn't then I'll > have to allow less civilized measures, which would be a pity, but the rule > is that she is needed alive, not necessarily..." He paused, as though > savoring the thought. "unspoiled." > > There was a shift in movement and the other inhabitants of the room seemed > to simply melt from existance, leaving Morgan and Marie alone, but > certainly not unobserved. > > "Think about it...I will return for an answer before the sun." Morganis painfully pushed himself upright, then sat back against the wall. He helped Marie to rest her head on his lap. His mind was working overtime despite the difficulties it was experiencing. "Any idea who that was ?" he asked. He knew he had heard the voice before. He knew that the style of the man's speech was familiar, but he simply could not remember from where. His head was feeling a little better. Psychic war was one thing, but he knew was able to do at least something. ~Carefull with your answer, we're being watched my lady. If you're worried, blink twice, then think the name - if I get the signal, I will read it from there.~ The last line entered Marie's mind without having bothered to go through her ears first. [tag] -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 3 20:19:51 2005 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Mon Oct 3 20:20:02 2005 Subject: [GOTC] In defense of honour Message-ID: <100320051919.28043.4341845700009B4000006D8B2200735834970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> > His head was feeling a little better. Psychic war was one thing, but he knew > was able to do at least something. > ~Carefull with your answer, we're being watched my lady. If you're worried, > blink twice, then think the name - if I get the signal, I will read it from > there.~ > The last line entered Marie's mind without having bothered to go through her > ears first. Marie closed her eyes, wanting to rub her head, but knowing that touching that bruise was going to make it hurt more. She shook her head at his question, groaning softly. "Accent is New Orleans...but I've never heard the voice before." She pressed her fingertips to her temples. ~We're in bad shape, aren't we?~ From aj at getopenlab.com Mon Oct 3 20:25:24 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Mon Oct 3 20:25:34 2005 Subject: [GOTC] In defense of honour In-Reply-To: <100320051919.28043.4341845700009B4000006D8B2200735834970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> References: <100320051919.28043.4341845700009B4000006D8B2200735834970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <200510032125.25440.aj@getopenlab.com> On Monday 03 October 2005 21:19, jenarey@comcast.net wrote: > > His head was feeling a little better. Psychic war was one thing, but he > > knew was able to do at least something. > > ~Carefull with your answer, we're being watched my lady. If you're > > worried, blink twice, then think the name - if I get the signal, I will > > read it from there.~ > > The last line entered Marie's mind without having bothered to go through > > her ears first. > > Marie closed her eyes, wanting to rub her head, but knowing that touching > that bruise was going to make it hurt more. She shook her head at his > question, groaning softly. "Accent is New Orleans...but I've never heard > the voice before." She pressed her fingertips to her temples. ~We're in > bad shape, aren't we?~ ~No point in claiming otherwise. I'll get you out of here and because I know you are going to insist, and I don't want you to try and stop me... I promise if I can I'll get myself out too - but if I can't get us both out, promise me if I can get you an out you'll take it~ His face was tight. He was concentrating. He had one thing. If he had to, if he could save his other mental powers up, he could get her out the window, but there was no way he could get them both there. He didn't say this though. Not yet though. He couldn't yet, he was still too weak. He had to hold out, and hold them off, until he could. At least. And then, maybe he will have a chance to keep his promise. Still, he owed her this much more at least. ~Any ideas ?~ [tag] -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 3 20:44:38 2005 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Mon Oct 3 20:44:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] In defense of honour Message-ID: <100320051944.16291.43418A260001F2C900003FA32200735834970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> > Not yet though. He couldn't yet, he was still too weak. He had to hold out, > and hold them off, until he could. At least. And then, maybe he will have a > chance to keep his promise. > Still, he owed her this much more at least. ~Any ideas ?~ ~Idea one, I'm not leaving without you, so don't ask for that kind of promise.~ Marie pushed herself up on so she was leaning against his chest. ~We need more information before we do anything to nuts. They seem willing to let us live, which makes me think it's something to do with home and father's little...edict. I could merrily beat him for that sometimes.~ She shifted slightly, looking towards the window where the sky had begun to pale. ~We're stuck between a rock and a bright place.~ From aj at getopenlab.com Mon Oct 3 21:01:29 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Mon Oct 3 21:01:38 2005 Subject: [GOTC] In defense of honour In-Reply-To: <100320051944.16291.43418A260001F2C900003FA32200735834970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> References: <100320051944.16291.43418A260001F2C900003FA32200735834970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <200510032201.30129.aj@getopenlab.com> > > ~Idea one, I'm not leaving without you, so don't ask for that kind of > promise.~ Marie pushed herself up on so she was leaning against his chest. > ~We need more information before we do anything to nuts. They seem > willing to let us live, which makes me think it's something to do with home > and father's little...edict. I could merrily beat him for that sometimes.~ > She shifted slightly, looking towards the window where the sky had begun > to pale. ~We're stuck between a rock and a bright place.~ > He nodded. ~I wasn't really expecting you to agree. ~ he smiled sardonically. ~But you're right that accent is very Louisana. Can't place it either though.~ For a moment he stared straight at her. "Doesn't look like there's much we can do" he said out loud. ~For now anyway. We're not out of time yet. I don't know what they want, but I am pretty sure it's not nice.. when the time comes - we may have to fight really hard~ tag -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From aj at getopenlab.com Mon Oct 3 22:01:08 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Mon Oct 3 22:01:16 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hallowed by thy In-Reply-To: <200510032010.10640.aj@getopenlab.com> References: <100320051802.23529.434172250001BD2100005BE92200735834970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> <200510032010.10640.aj@getopenlab.com> Message-ID: <200510032301.08822.aj@getopenlab.com> Like all things, even lovesongs come to an end, and as he strummed the last bars he turned his head toward hers and looking her in the eyes. "Is this the bit where I get kissed ?" Stephanie met his gaze, her odd eyes sparkling with a certain amused teasing. ?"Well...I don't know. ?You did make a big mess out of my workshop and all." ?Her tones were very specifically pitched to let him know she was teasing. ?She was very impressed with the little display and didn't want him to take it wrong. He smiled at her. "I'll tidy it up again" he whispered, "later". Then he touched his lips gently to hers, losing himself in the sensation. In the warmth of her body next to him. He would never know what it was like to feel warmth inside again... but she made him feel it almost as if the blood in his body was still heated. She warmed his blood in ways that even vampirism could not stop. He broke the kiss eventually, and as her eyes fluttered open he kissed each eyelid softly. "First, I have one more surprise for you." he whispered. In the corner of the room was a small minibar-fridge which Stephanie used to keep a couple of soda's in so she wouldn't have to quite working if she got tired. Being her it also contained a jar of fresh cream. But now it also contained one more thing. Something he had gone to incredible trouble to get. Softly settling in a bowl was a huge helping of chocolate mouse. But this was not your average chocolate mouse. Damien had spent almost five hundred dollars on a small box of the most expensive swiss chocolate. Something you cannot even buy in any stores, that comes in a small black box with no decoration at all (since none could do the content justice) but which the proprietor of a certain little chocolate emporium in Madison avenue will retrieve from a hidden locked tray under the table - only if you already know to ask for it. Had the proprietor knew that Damien intended to cook with it, he would not have sold it. Damien had known better than to tell him. And then spent an hour making twenty bowels of mouse from cheap chocolates to make sure he had the recipe just right before making this one. Damien knew he owed the commander a big thank you for the advice, especially the name of the chocolate. Not too mention the bloody huge loan against his wages. "Look in the little fridge" Stephanie eyed Damien, not sure that she trusted the culinary expertise of a man that usually drank blood, but deciding that she'd give in. ?She gently ran a fingertip along his cheek and then rose to her feet, padding through the flower petals and crouching down by the fridge. ?She pushed it open and blinked at the bowl of chocolately goodness. ?Slowly she leaned forward, sniffing at it. ?"Oh...my..." "Not too forward of me I hope" Damien whispered, knowing she would hear him. "But... I had to find some ... gesture... to show ... I dunno" he stammered and was blushing bright red. "When we made love the other night. I was scared, scared you'd feel taken advantage off, I wasn't. I was caring for you - and I know you knew it then... but I had to make sure, that you know I am still caring for you... that it was real. I had to do something special that wasn't sex - to show how special the sex was... I am not making any sense am I ?" "Too forward?" ?Stephanie tilted her head to one side, looking at him over her shoulder. ?"It's CHOCOLATE...very very good chocolate. ?How can that be too forward?" ?She picked up the bowl and returned to sit across from him. ?"You're making perfect sense, Damien. ?Complete and utter perfect sense." Damien looked relieved. Then he laughed softly. "I'm glad you like it" he said simply. He leaned forward, dipped a finger in the chocolate, and then tapped it her upper lip. Ignoring he slight gasp of surprize he leaned in and kissed it off again. "Yummy" he said softly with a playfull glint in his eye. She blinked at him, though she returned the kiss. ?The cat part of her wanted to get territorial over the bowl, but the woman was much more amused by the antics that went with the chocolate. ?"I see how it is. ?You made me mouse so you could eat it..." ?Again she teased softly, dipping her own finger in the chocolate and tasting it before dropping a blob on his lips. He rolled it softly around his mouth. Relishing the delightfull taste. "No I didn't." he finally said. "I made you mouse, so you would kiss me." he bit his bottom lip in a naughty boy face. "I wonder how many times it will work", and leaned forward only the tiniest bit. Stephanie watched him, deciding again that he was one of the strangest men she had ever met. ?No one had ever played quite like this. ?She leaned forward slightly brushing her lips against his. ?"I see." He smiled softly. He loved how she acted when she was relaxed. The cat side of her shone through in most of her moods, behind the surface. When she was was scared or angry, those nails were razor sharp, as he knew all too well, but when she was playing, she was like a kitten with a ball of string. He smile softly, then suddenly slid onto his side, rolled and ended up with his head on her lap before she could move. He looked up at her face and laughed. "Isn't it nice, that for a change neither of us has to worry about whether my axe is sharp enough." he said softly, suddenly a little more serious. "There may come a time, when I won't come back. Promisse me if that happens... you'll think fondly of me." As he settled into her lap Stephanie began stroking his forehead and hair, enjoying the closeness and the texture of his presence. ?Relaxed was a good word, nearly purring until he spoke. ?She blinked, looking down at him and tapping her fingers sharply against his forehead. ?"Don't you talk like that!" For a moment his face darkened, then a smile form. "Geez,dating a week and you're already bossy" he said, his tone making it clear he is teasing. "Well I can cure that." He reached up suddenly and the next moment was tickling her profusely under her arm. Stephanie yelped, pulling backwards to elude his tickling fingers. ?"Damien! ?Noooo!" ?She was laughing as she yelled though and scooped up a handful of flower petals, pelting him with them. He let the flowers hit him with their limited striking power and left them lying on his face. Then he smiled at her from under the veil of pink petals raised his hand to his lips, and blew her a kiss. "You spilled chocolate mouse down your shirt girl." He looked at her grinning for a second. "I guess it's my fault. I should help you clean it up - it's only fair after all." Stephanie looked down at her shirt, noticing that Damien was right and there was a chocolate spot right down the front. ?Considering the fact the shirt was liberally coated in machine oil and grease it wasn't like the chocolate made that much difference but she shook her head, looking mournful. ?"Not sure it will ever be the same." -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From aj at getopenlab.com Mon Oct 3 22:02:03 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Mon Oct 3 22:02:08 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hallowed by thy <-- Crediting In-Reply-To: <200510032010.10640.aj@getopenlab.com> References: <100320051802.23529.434172250001BD2100005BE92200735834970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> <200510032010.10640.aj@getopenlab.com> Message-ID: <200510032302.03627.aj@getopenlab.com> Just in case anybody didn't realize (I forgot the label) the last post in this thread was a JP between me and Jenna. A.J. -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Oct 4 00:42:30 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Tue Oct 4 00:42:42 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Small Things In-Reply-To: <200510011613.20004.aj@getopenlab.com> Message-ID: <20051003234231.69486.qmail@web40523.mail.yahoo.com> > Jessie awoke to a soft rustling sound from the other > end of the room. The bed > was still warm around her nude form from where Jay > had lain behind her until > moments before. But he had let her sleep as he > started his early day. In her > lab lay the pendant he had recovered from the scene > of the golum fight, they > would have to get to that later today. > Right now though, Jay was doing what Jay did every > single morning, as much to > preserve the sanity of his mind as the state of his > body. That body was > glistening in the soft light of the predawn with the > beads of sweat built up > on it. The shuffling continued as his feet slid over > the carpet. > The moves were intricate, random looking yet clearly > every one was planned and > executed with precision. Jay was doing his Kata. The > morning after they had > first made love, she had woken like this, to see him > do the combat dance that > is so much a part of the martial-artists life. > It had been the first time he had done it without > bothering to get dressed > first, and he had kept that up, like a little > tradition between them. > His mind was blank, but he was intimately aware of > her nearby presence > nonetheless, even though he did not realize she was > awake. For the moment, > this was combat in it's purest form - because nobody > had to get hurt. It was > just living in the motion. Free from the cruelties > he had dedicated so much > of his life to destroy. > > For the first time in as long as he could remember, > Captain Jason Edwards was > a happy man. He had won and lost fights in his > quests, but the results were > never enough. Ever since Terry had been big enough > not to need him as a > parent, his life had lost a lot of it's orriginal > meaning. Coming home to an > empty room every time had sapped him of his hope... > but now, the room he came > to was no longer empty. There was a reason to > survive. > There was Jessie, the woman who would soon be his > bride. > After giving Jay time to finish his routine, Jessie slipped out of bed. She picked up a silk dressing gown and pulled it on quietly. She tiptoed over to him and kissed him lightly, allowing her long blonde hair to brush across his face and shoulders. "Good morning, my love," she whispered. Tag From aj at getopenlab.com Tue Oct 4 08:04:12 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Tue Oct 4 08:04:29 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Small Things In-Reply-To: <20051003234231.69486.qmail@web40523.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20051003234231.69486.qmail@web40523.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200510040904.13143.aj@getopenlab.com> > > > > For the first time in as long as he could remember, > > Captain Jason Edwards was > > a happy man. He had won and lost fights in his > > quests, but the results were > > never enough. Ever since Terry had been big enough > > not to need him as a > > parent, his life had lost a lot of it's orriginal > > meaning. Coming home to an > > empty room every time had sapped him of his hope... > > but now, the room he came > > to was no longer empty. There was a reason to > > survive. > > There was Jessie, the woman who would soon be his > > bride. > > After giving Jay time to finish his routine, Jessie > slipped out of bed. She picked up a silk dressing > gown and pulled it on quietly. She tiptoed over to > him and kissed him lightly, allowing her long blonde > hair to brush across his face and shoulders. > > "Good morning, my love," she whispered. Jay stretched, caught his breath, then hugged her to him and kissed her on the cheek. "And to you" he whispered back. Then he let go, pulled his own bathrobe from the hook behind the door and slipped it over his shoulders, knotting the belt loosely. "Shall we order some breakfast ?" he asked. [tag] -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From jenarey at comcast.net Wed Oct 5 17:07:08 2005 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Wed Oct 5 17:07:21 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Morning Meditations Message-ID: <100520051607.18457.4343FA2B000BF18A000048192206999735970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> Before cities sprang up total silence was always a sign of ill boding. Even in the deepest of night came the sound of insects and nocturnal animals on the evening hunt. The city had it's own beat and night time horrors, but it was possible to shut it all out and to exist in silence, unbroken even by the circulation of air. The sensation was something Natalia had always found disconcerting at best and as she sat in meditation it tugged at the edges of her senses, distracting her until finally she opened her eyes and sighed, lying back on the carpeted floor. She'd been running ever since she'd come to this city with a few moments for exhausted rest, but little else. Now she had time to think and she wasn't sure she liked the direction of her thoughts. She'd never expected to see Gabe again, much less fight side by side and while he hadn't asked exactly how she'd survived she knew he wanted to ask. There just hadn't been time, and she wasn't sure how much to tell him. Decades ago she would have told him everything, but now...what if he couldn't accept what she'd become. It was why she'd never returned to their group of hunters in the first place. Fear that even the monsters wouldn't accept her, not that she could explain her fear. The Russian woman sighed and rolled over onto her stomach, pushing up into a high push up and from there to her feet. She needed a drink, and since there was still time before the morning got rolling she knew just the place to go get one. Natalia pulled a jacket on over her T-shirt and stuffed her feet into boots before heading for the door and the building beyond. Time to pay a visit to the Grumps. tag any...or not From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Oct 5 18:01:17 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Wed Oct 5 18:01:25 2005 Subject: [GOTC] In the morning light Message-ID: Joy woke with a start, curled in a tight ball, under the duvet. She was unsure, at first, where she was; a common feeling these days. Poking her head out to see the clock she saw that it was very early. Something must have woken her. She lay perfectly still trying to sense what was happening in the room around her. It was dark, except for the light of the clock. There was no obvious noise, no strange smells. The duvet felt soft, and it was warm. She reached out feeling across the bed, she was alone. She threw back the covers and swung her legs over the side. Clothes. Teeth. Hair. Coffee. Most probably in that order. She pulled on the first things that came to hand, and walked into the bathroom, then dragged a brush through her hair and brushed her teeth. She glanced in the mirror, bleugh. She could make coffee, but it seemed self indulgent on her own, and so she left quietly, closing the door firmly behind her and went quickly down to the basement. -- ...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 Oct 5 18:09:09 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Wed Oct 5 18:09:17 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Sleepy morning things - Tag Meg Callum Message-ID: Callum was most gratified to awaken curled up with Meg. They were entwined like braided ribbon, with each separate extremity quite easily acknowledged as belonging to the individual, but their combined personages so tightly wound together that it would be impossible to say how each of them existed, without the other. He breathed in, smelling her hair, and the warm toasted scent of her skin, and smiled into the nape of her neck. "You 'wake?" he murmured. -- ...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 aj at getopenlab.com Wed Oct 5 21:59:32 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Wed Oct 5 21:59:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Roll Call Message-ID: <200510052259.32847.aj@getopenlab.com> Since several people have not responded at all yet, I would like to check if you are still going to be playing. In particular I am think of MikeyG and Mik here, you guys still in ? A.J. -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Oct 6 23:00:04 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Thu Oct 6 23:00:15 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Roll Call In-Reply-To: <200510052259.32847.aj@getopenlab.com> Message-ID: <20051006220004.82578.qmail@web40528.mail.yahoo.com> I'm in, just running really behind..... Kat "A.J. Venter" wrote: Since several people have not responded at all yet, I would like to check if you are still going to be playing. In particular I am think of MikeyG and Mik here, you guys still in ? A.J. -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com 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 Fri Oct 7 00:18:42 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Fri Oct 7 00:18:51 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Sleepy morning things - Tag Meg Callum In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20051006231842.62307.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> queenortart wrote: Callum was most gratified to awaken curled up with Meg. They were entwined like braided ribbon, with each separate extremity quite easily acknowledged as belonging to the individual, but their combined personages so tightly wound together that it would be impossible to say how each of them existed, without the other. He breathed in, smelling her hair, and the warm toasted scent of her skin, and smiled into the nape of her neck. "You 'wake?" he murmured. "Mmmmf," Meg replied drowsily. She rolled over on her stomach, trying to pull Callum with her like a human blanket. She reached a hand behind her and touched his shoulder, then worked down to other areas. "Ooh, now I'm awake," she smiled. She wiggled around so that she was facing him, then kissed him deeply. "Morning." Tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Fri Oct 7 23:15:00 2005 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Fri Oct 7 23:15:10 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: The king's gambit In-Reply-To: <200510011613.20004.aj@getopenlab.com> Message-ID: <20051007221500.67188.qmail@web25706.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > A moment later the door opened, and Gabe stepped in. > "You're move" said Jethro smiling up at him, but > there was a darkness in his eyes. Gabe looked briefly at the chessboard, knowing before he'd fully focussed upon the pieces that this wasn't ever going to be the time. > "No sign of them ?" he asked softly, "Nothing," Gabe replied, emphasising the negative answer. > he looked at the shaking head. > "Damn... you and I can't do anything, the sun will > be up soon. They could just be having a romantic > interlude somewhere. I'm not taking any chances > though. If we don't know anything by sun-up. we'll > send every lycan and every human after them... they > cannot just disappear !" "But, for one of them sun-up may be too late anyway. Assuming something has them, and while I would like to think they are just being indulgent, I can not imagine that Marie would have shut off all her communication devices and we have no response from any of them. I am hoping Ratso can come up with a clue where they were last." replied Gabe, failing to keep the worry from his face. The long night sitting in the canteen had turned in to a hard one when Jethro had paged him and finding no answers had been the icing on the cake. "Can you think of anyone who might be able to contact Morganis psychically?" He asked, speaking almost as he was thinking. [tag Jethro] ___________________________________________________________ To help you stay safe and secure online, we've developed the all new Yahoo! Security Centre. http://uk.security.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Fri Oct 7 23:17:43 2005 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Fri Oct 7 23:17:51 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC Roll Call In-Reply-To: <200510052259.32847.aj@getopenlab.com> Message-ID: <20051007221743.76433.qmail@web25702.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > In particular I am think of MikeyG and Mik here, you > guys still in ? Was getting head in gear here... Mik. ___________________________________________________________ How much free photo storage do you get? Store your holiday snaps for FREE with Yahoo! Photos http://uk.photos.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Oct 9 11:30:19 2005 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Oct 9 11:30:27 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Morning Meditations In-Reply-To: <100520051607.18457.4343FA2B000BF18A000048192206999735970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20051009103019.96077.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Natalia pulled a jacket on over her T-shirt and > stuffed her feet into boots before heading for the > door and the building beyond. Time to pay a visit > to the Grumps. Evan sat in one of the receptions comfier chairs contemplating the hobble to the lift, the fried breakfast he'd just consumed settling itself in to his stomach while he ruminated on life. It was difficult to decide whether the plus points of the medical plan came close to making up for the danger in a Guardians life. A life he felt lucky to still be experiencing after the previous night. He flexed his arm, the newly knitted bones shooting aching pains up and down it and looked across the expanse of marble to the lift doors before grasping the walking stick he'd borrowed from the infirmary in his good hand. Pushing himself to his feet it was hard not to imagine the mess his pelvic bone should still be in, he ignored the stabbing sensations as he settled on to both feet and the stick, it would pass, his body was fully healed, he'd been told the aches and pains were just side effects from the process and would pass in a day or two. His body had had to do a lot of work, a lot more than he ever asked of it, and was understandably tender. Still, he grimaced as he took his first step away from the chair. Looking up at his destination he saw Natalia come in to the reception. Forcing any signs of discomfort away from his features he conjured up a smile and a greeting, "Wotcha saviour." [tag Natalia] ___________________________________________________________ How much free photo storage do you get? Store your holiday snaps for FREE with Yahoo! Photos http://uk.photos.yahoo.com From aj at getopenlab.com Sun Oct 9 11:38:27 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Oct 9 11:38:38 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: The king's gambit In-Reply-To: <20051007221500.67188.qmail@web25706.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20051007221500.67188.qmail@web25706.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200510091238.28081.aj@getopenlab.com> > "But, for one of them sun-up may be too late anyway. > Assuming something has them, and while I would like to > think they are just being indulgent, I can not imagine > that Marie would have shut off all her communication > devices and we have no response from any of them. I am > hoping Ratso can come up with a clue where they were > last." replied Gabe, failing to keep the worry from > his face. The long night sitting in the canteen had > turned in to a hard one when Jethro had paged him and > finding no answers had been the icing on the cake. > "Can you think of anyone who might be able to contact > Morganis psychically?" He asked, speaking almost as he > was thinking. > Jethro sat back and steepled his fingers in front of his face as he was wont to do when thinking something over. "Psychics are a dime a dozen, real ones are one in a milion. We don't have anyone on staff who is nearly as good as Morganis. There may be some allies... I'd have to look." He sat quiet for a moment. "There is one, on staff, she's nothing like as powerful as Morganis, but I know he had offered to train her to be better, I don't know if they got around to it... I wonder if she'll be strong enough..." Jethro's eyes changed as he focused on Gabe, it was as if he had spent the past five minutes speaking to himself, a habit he sometimes slipped into under stress. "Terry Edwards... she's all we have right now... we'll just have to ask." Jethro tapped his communicator, through to Terry's badge. "Terry, sorry to call you so early, but, can you come see me in the anteroom right away please ?" [Tag Gabe/Terry] -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From aj at getopenlab.com Sun Oct 9 11:40:53 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Oct 9 11:41:00 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hallowed by thy In-Reply-To: <200510032301.08822.aj@getopenlab.com> References: <100320051802.23529.434172250001BD2100005BE92200735834970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> <200510032010.10640.aj@getopenlab.com> <200510032301.08822.aj@getopenlab.com> Message-ID: <200510091240.53745.aj@getopenlab.com> On Monday 03 October 2005 23:01, A.J. Venter wrote: > Stephanie looked down at her shirt, noticing that Damien was right and > there was a chocolate spot right down the front. ?Considering the fact the > shirt was liberally coated in machine oil and grease it wasn't like the > chocolate made that much difference but she shook her head, looking > mournful. ?"Not sure it will ever be the same." Damien's face twisted into a mock frown. "That's so horrible, I'll have to do something to make it up to you.... any suggestions ?", a smile began to creep over his face and he licked his lips softly. tag -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From aj at getopenlab.com Sun Oct 9 11:46:11 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Oct 9 11:46:18 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Morning Meditations In-Reply-To: <20051009103019.96077.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20051009103019.96077.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200510091246.11742.aj@getopenlab.com> > Pushing himself to his feet it was hard not to imagine > the mess his pelvic bone should still be in, he > ignored the stabbing sensations as he settled on to > both feet and the stick, it would pass, his body was > fully healed, he'd been told the aches and pains were > just side effects from the process and would pass in a > day or two. His body had had to do a lot of work, a > lot more than he ever asked of it, and was > understandably tender. Still, he grimaced as he took > his first step away from the chair. > > Looking up at his destination he saw Natalia come in > to the reception. Forcing any signs of discomfort away > from his features he conjured up a smile and a > greeting, > "Wotcha saviour." > "Who ya calling savory " said a voice from the other corner. Sal came half stumbling, half walking down the corridor, with Wendy to whom she seemed to have developed an attachment that brought to mind the phrase arch-welded. Super-heated and pretty damn permanent, on her shoulder. The way Sal's shoulders swayed as she trudged down the hallway it was a surprise the pixie didn't get seasick. "Man you look like you played chicken with a train and lost" she said to Evan. Then she noticed Natalia through the red blur of her eyes. "Oh hi lady" was her closest concession to niceness in her current state. "Take a tip from me, red wine is a pussy drink - but fuck does it give you a hangover to die from." tag Evan, Natalia -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Oct 9 19:30:26 2005 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Oct 9 19:30:34 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: The king's gambit In-Reply-To: <200510091238.28081.aj@getopenlab.com> Message-ID: <20051009183026.67478.qmail@web25709.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > He sat quiet for a moment. "There is one, on staff, > she's nothing like as powerful as Morganis, but I > know he had offered to train her to be better, I > don't know if they got around to it... I wonder if > she'll be strong enough..." > Jethro's eyes changed as he focused on Gabe, it was > as if he had spent the past five minutes speaking to > himself, a habit he sometimes slipped into > under stress. > "Terry Edwards... she's all we have right now... > we'll just have to ask." Gabe nodded, "with any luck they will have tried something, if a connection between them has already been made then she might be able to broadcast out to him, I think it might be our only chance." > Jethro tapped his communicator, through to Terry's > badge. > "Terry, sorry to call you so early, but, can you > come see me in the anteroom > right away please ?" ___________________________________________________________ Yahoo! Messenger - NEW crystal clear PC to PC calling worldwide with voicemail http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Oct 9 19:57:04 2005 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Oct 9 19:57:12 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Morning Meditations In-Reply-To: <200510091246.11742.aj@getopenlab.com> Message-ID: <20051009185704.52782.qmail@web25703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > "Take a tip from me, red wine is a pussy drink - but > fuck does it give you a hangover to die from." Evan looked across at her, steadying himself on the stick, "booze ain't never been my fing, but if it's anyfing like bein' flattened by one a them wolfy-vamp geezers then yerv got me sympafies." [tag Sal, Natalia] ___________________________________________________________ To help you stay safe and secure online, we've developed the all new Yahoo! Security Centre. http://uk.security.yahoo.com From jenarey at comcast.net Sun Oct 9 20:04:07 2005 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Oct 9 20:04:18 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Morning Meditations Message-ID: <100920051904.14791.434969A70006DAF1000039C72200750784970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> > > Looking up at his destination he saw Natalia come in to the reception. Forcing any signs of discomfort away from his features he conjured up a smile and a greeting, "Wotcha saviour." Natalia paused in her progress, turning towards Evan with a whisper of a smile. He looked better, though she could still sense the energies around him touched with the red and black of damage. It was mild, but she still wished that she could do more for him, she was just too damn tired to push her limits, and Gabe had made her promise. "Mornin'." > "Who ya calling savory " said a voice from the other corner. Sal came half stumbling, half walking down the corridor, with Wendy to whom she seemed to have developed an attachment that brought to mind the phrase arch-welded. Super-heated and pretty damn permanent, on her shoulder. The way Sal's shoulders swayed as she trudged down the hallway it was a surprise the pixie didn't get seasick. "Man you look like you played chicken with a train and lost" she said to Evan. Then she noticed Natalia through the red blur of her eyes. "Oh hi lady" was her closest concession to niceness in her current state. "Take a tip from me, red wine is a pussy drink - but fuck does it give you a hangover to die from." "Hello there." Natalia smiled faintly as the girl described the hangover she could almost see hovering around the young woman. Hangovers could be healed, but generally one learned more from having to deal with it. "Red wine is deceiptive that way. Goes down smooth, but returns with a vengence." From jenarey at comcast.net Sun Oct 9 20:06:05 2005 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Oct 9 20:06:16 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hallowed by thy Message-ID: <100920051906.17613.43496A1D0006CE54000044CD2200750784970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> > Damien's face twisted into a mock frown. "That's so horrible, I'll have to do > something to make it up to you.... any suggestions ?", a smile began to creep > over his face and he licked his lips softly. "Mmmm...good question." She cocked her head, looking him over with a slightly teasing smile. "You know anythin' about laundry?" Not that anything save just burning the shirt and starting over was going to really help it, but the games were fun to play, something Stephanie found odd but rather fun. From aj at getopenlab.com Sun Oct 9 20:12:38 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Oct 9 20:12:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC: The lost boys Message-ID: <200510092112.38731.aj@getopenlab.com> Hey guys, I need to know if the lost boys thread is to continue or is it a "never happened" thing ? Because I have characters involved in it, so I need to know if they're going to respond to it. Ciao A.J. -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From aj at getopenlab.com Sun Oct 9 20:15:02 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Oct 9 20:15:08 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hallowed by thy In-Reply-To: <100920051906.17613.43496A1D0006CE54000044CD2200750784970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> References: <100920051906.17613.43496A1D0006CE54000044CD2200750784970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <200510092115.03093.aj@getopenlab.com> On Sunday 09 October 2005 21:06, jenarey@comcast.net wrote: > > Damien's face twisted into a mock frown. "That's so horrible, I'll have > > to do something to make it up to you.... any suggestions ?", a smile > > began to creep over his face and he licked his lips softly. > > "Mmmm...good question." She cocked her head, looking him over with a > slightly teasing smile. "You know anythin' about laundry?" Not that > anything save just burning the shirt and starting over was going to really > help it, but the games were fun to play, something Stephanie found odd but > rather fun. Damien raised an eyebrow. "Not much. But perhaps I can offer something marginally better." he said softly, then he stepped around and behind her, placed his hands on her shoulders, and using every bit of sensitivity his enhanced senses provided, starting searching for the knots of stress and gently squeezing them out. tag -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From jenarey at comcast.net Sun Oct 9 20:17:48 2005 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Oct 9 20:17:58 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hallowed by thy Message-ID: <100920051917.335.43496CDC000349780000014F2200750784970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> > Damien raised an eyebrow. "Not much. But perhaps I can offer something > marginally better." he said softly, then he stepped around and behind her, > placed his hands on her shoulders, and using every bit of sensitivity his > enhanced senses provided, starting searching for the knots of stress and > gently squeezing them out. "Oh..." Stephanie's head fell slightly forward, giving him better access to the muscles along her neck. The rub wasn't what she expected, but it felt so very good. Working hunched over a bench most of the time was murder on her joints and this was heavenly. Against his fingers he could feel a faint vibration, the odd purr that came along with the woman even in human form. From aj at getopenlab.com Sun Oct 9 20:28:55 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Oct 9 20:29:05 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hallowed by thy In-Reply-To: <100920051917.335.43496CDC000349780000014F2200750784970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> References: <100920051917.335.43496CDC000349780000014F2200750784970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <200510092128.56071.aj@getopenlab.com> On Sunday 09 October 2005 21:17, jenarey@comcast.net wrote: > > Damien raised an eyebrow. "Not much. But perhaps I can offer something > > marginally better." he said softly, then he stepped around and behind > > her, placed his hands on her shoulders, and using every bit of > > sensitivity his enhanced senses provided, starting searching for the > > knots of stress and gently squeezing them out. > > "Oh..." Stephanie's head fell slightly forward, giving him better access > to the muscles along her neck. The rub wasn't what she expected, but it > felt so very good. Working hunched over a bench most of the time was > murder on her joints and this was heavenly. Against his fingers he could > feel a faint vibration, the odd purr that came along with the woman even in > human form. Damien glowed from within with soft pride, her gentle purr was like an unspoken sign of approval - quite possibly the one thing he had never really had. Even in the worship of fans what they had worshiped was him doing everything they would have done if they thought they could get away with it - it was admiration, but never approval. Here was somebody who actually thought he was nice... and he was surprised to find himself loving the feeling. He kept up his gentle touching, and for a moment remembered how she had purred at the moment of climax... that had come as a surprise too - but the first moments shock had been replaced by a happy awe almost immediately. This was nothing like that though, just the gentle purr that said she was happy, not the near growl that said she was ecstatic. Strangely, he found himself unable to decide which was better... and coming to the conclusion, that both had their time and place, and right now, he would trade the feelings she was creating in him with her approval, for nothing on earth. tag -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Oct 9 22:28:36 2005 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Oct 9 22:28:44 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC: The lost boys In-Reply-To: <200510092112.38731.aj@getopenlab.com> Message-ID: <20051009212836.51022.qmail@web25710.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Hey guys, > I need to know if the lost boys thread is to > continue or is it a "never happened" thing ? Because > I have characters involved in it, so I need to know > if they're going to respond to it. Happy either way here. Mik. ___________________________________________________________ Yahoo! Messenger - NEW crystal clear PC to PC calling worldwide with voicemail http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Oct 9 22:33:20 2005 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Oct 9 22:33:28 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Morning Meditations In-Reply-To: <100920051904.14791.434969A70006DAF1000039C72200750784970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20051009213320.25390.qmail@web25708.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Natalia paused in her progress, turning towards Evan > with a whisper of a smile. He looked better, though > she could still sense the energies around him > touched with the red and black of damage. > "Mornin'." Evan was pretty certain that he if he didn't owe his life to this woman, he at least owed her the six months in traction and possibly the ability to walk at all. He wasn't sure how he could ever repay her, from what he'd gleaned around the place she was tough as they came already, but he knew if something ever came up he'd be there for her. As it was, she seemed dressed to go out so the least he could offer her was company. "Off aht are yer?" He asked, his tone light. [tag Natalia, Sal] ___________________________________________________________ To help you stay safe and secure online, we've developed the all new Yahoo! Security Centre. http://uk.security.yahoo.com From aj at getopenlab.com Sun Oct 9 23:00:25 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Oct 9 23:00:34 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Morning Meditations In-Reply-To: <20051009213320.25390.qmail@web25708.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20051009213320.25390.qmail@web25708.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200510100000.26097.aj@getopenlab.com> > > Evan was pretty certain that he if he didn't owe his > life to this woman, he at least owed her the six > months in traction and possibly the ability to walk at > all. He wasn't sure how he could ever repay her, from > what he'd gleaned around the place she was tough as > they came already, but he knew if something ever came > up he'd be there for her. As it was, she seemed > dressed to go out so the least he could offer her was > company. > > "Off aht are yer?" He asked, his tone light. > "Wait" said Sal, "Please". She hadn't meant to run into Natalia, it was Evan she sought out, he was the human around her best able to understand the lycan's, and that was why she was resorting to him for help... well it couldn't be helped now, Natalia was here. "I need your help Evan... the boy... the one we caught... he... he couldn't have known better... it wasn't his fault... can you help me ? To convince the commander to let him live ? You... you know us better than anybody else does... if you don't care for us... who would ?" In that moment, Sal showed a side of her that had never been seen before, the side that was just a frightened lonely girl, the side that we all carry inside us somewhere. When she said us, the reason for her compassion for the young boy shone out... for the first time in her life, Sal was pleading... she wasn't very good at it, but she wasn't trying to pretend anything at all to anyone. -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 10 07:21:36 2005 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Mon Oct 10 07:21:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Morning Meditations Message-ID: <101020050621.22060.434A08700000C58B0000562C2206424613970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> > > "Off aht are yer?" He asked, his tone light. > > > "Wait" said Sal, "Please". She hadn't meant to run into Natalia, it was Evan > she sought out, he was the human around her best able to understand the > lycan's, and that was why she was resorting to him for help... well it > couldn't be helped now, Natalia was here. > "I need your help Evan... the boy... the one we caught... he... he couldn't > have known better... it wasn't his fault... can you help me ? To convince the > commander to let him live ? You... you know us better than anybody else > does... if you don't care for us... who would ?" > > In that moment, Sal showed a side of her that had never been seen before, the > side that was just a frightened lonely girl, the side that we all carry > inside us somewhere. When she said us, the reason for her compassion for the > young boy shone out... for the first time in her life, Sal was pleading... > she wasn't very good at it, but she wasn't trying to pretend anything at all > to anyone. Natalia began to answer Evan when Sal interrupted. She fell silent, raising both eyebrows as the girl's plea went on. The fight at the house had been ugly at best and Natalia found it hard to believe that the boy was a complete innocent. The only time she'd seen such violence excused was during a first change, usually those who had changed a number of times had at least some control...it was a hard call to make, and was in the commander's hands to be fair but with mercy. The Russian woman looked to Evan, letting him answer as the pleas were aimed more directly to him. From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Oct 10 07:27:02 2005 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Mon Oct 10 07:27:11 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hallowed by thy Message-ID: <101020050627.26659.434A09B6000AFAE3000068232200761394970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> Strangely, he found himself unable > to decide which was better... and coming to the conclusion, that both had > their time and place, and right now, he would trade the feelings she was > creating in him with her approval, for nothing on earth. She stretched slightly under his fingers before leaning back against him more fully. "This is nice...thank you. For everything." Stephanie half closed her eyes, the purring still continuing as she sat there. "I'm very glad that you came to the Guardians, Damien." The words were a soft admission, a gratitude that her loneliness was eased by his presence. It was good to be wanted and to want someone on so much more than just a physical level, though that was admittedly good too. From reptyle242 at btopenworld.com Mon Oct 10 08:58:08 2005 From: reptyle242 at btopenworld.com (Reptyle) Date: Mon Oct 10 08:54:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC Roll Call References: <20051007221743.76433.qmail@web25702.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <001a01c5cd70$5a6ef6e0$0100a8c0@Mastermold> Now that I've looked at this part of my mail box. Fersure ;) Btw Suey...you still haven't returned my call :) 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: "Mik Reed" To: "Guardians of the covenant" Sent: Friday, October 07, 2005 11:17 PM Subject: Re: [GOTC] OOC Roll Call > > In particular I am think of MikeyG and Mik here, you > > guys still in ? > > Was getting head in gear here... > > Mik. > > > > ___________________________________________________________ > How much free photo storage do you get? Store your holiday > snaps for FREE with Yahoo! Photos http://uk.photos.yahoo.com > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/gotc > > > -- > No virus found in this incoming message. > Checked by AVG Anti-Virus. > Version: 7.0.344 / Virus Database: 267.11.10/120 - Release Date: 05/10/2005 > > From queenortart at gmail.com Mon Oct 10 10:19:32 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Mon Oct 10 10:19:40 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC Roll Call In-Reply-To: <001a01c5cd70$5a6ef6e0$0100a8c0@Mastermold> References: <20051007221743.76433.qmail@web25702.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> <001a01c5cd70$5a6ef6e0$0100a8c0@Mastermold> Message-ID: > Btw Suey...you still haven't returned my call :) I blooming well 'ave. I left you a message on your v/m! You about tonight? I'll be frocking, but I can hand sew and converse at the same time - multi tasking me! -- ...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 reptyle242 at btopenworld.com Mon Oct 10 10:35:43 2005 From: reptyle242 at btopenworld.com (Reptyle) Date: Mon Oct 10 10:32:27 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC Roll Call References: <20051007221743.76433.qmail@web25702.mail.ukl.yahoo.com><001a01c5cd70$5a6ef6e0$0100a8c0@Mastermold> Message-ID: <001001c5cd7d$fc3adf90$0100a8c0@Mastermold> Should be around as long as it's before half 8, me and the young lady have a date with pints :) 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: "Guardians of the covenant" Sent: Monday, October 10, 2005 10:19 AM Subject: Re: [GOTC] OOC Roll Call > > Btw Suey...you still haven't returned my call :) > > I blooming well 'ave. I left you a message on your v/m! > > You about tonight? I'll be frocking, but I can hand sew and converse > at the same time - multi tasking me! > > -- > ...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 > > > -- > No virus found in this incoming message. > Checked by AVG Anti-Virus. > Version: 7.0.344 / Virus Database: 267.11.13/124 - Release Date: 07/10/2005 > > From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Oct 10 11:42:06 2005 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Mon Oct 10 11:42:15 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Morning Meditations In-Reply-To: <101020050621.22060.434A08700000C58B0000562C2206424613970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20051010104207.25466.qmail@web25707.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> >> In that moment, Sal showed a side of her that had >> never been seen before, the side that was just a >> frightened lonely girl, the side that we all carry >> inside us somewhere. When she said us, the reason >> for her compassion for the young boy shone out... >> for the first time in her life, Sal was pleading... >> she wasn't very good at it, but she wasn't trying >> to pretend anything at all to anyone. > Natalia began to answer Evan when Sal interrupted. > She fell silent, raising both eyebrows as the girl's > plea went on. The fight at the house had been ugly > at best and Natalia found it hard to believe that > the boy was a complete innocent. The only time > she'd seen such violence excused was during a first > change, usually those who had changed a number of > times had at least some control...it was a hard call > to make, and was in the commander's hands to be fair > but with mercy. The Russian woman looked to Evan, > letting him answer as the pleas were aimed more > directly to him. Evan looked from one to the other, it was true, he had felt something when the boy had escaped the house, something that had stayed his hand from shooting. His debt to Natalia was eternal, this was now. When his gaze concentrated on her in was with a hint of resignation. "Luv, was gonna offer ta escort yer wherever, but Sal's on the money, there was summit there and if it's the shavers life on the line I'd best let the guvnor know all the facts." He motioned vaguely with his stick, trying to hide the stabbing pain when he lifted it from the floor, "any road, ain't that quick on me plates at the mo, probably best ta be on yer Jack." [tag Natalia,(Sal)] ___________________________________________________________ Yahoo! Messenger - NEW crystal clear PC to PC calling worldwide with voicemail http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Oct 10 17:19:41 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Mon Oct 10 17:19:53 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: The king's gambit In-Reply-To: <20051009183026.67478.qmail@web25709.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20051010161941.63019.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> --- Mik Reed wrote: > > He sat quiet for a moment. "There is one, on > staff, > > she's nothing like as powerful as Morganis, but I > > know he had offered to train her to be better, I > > don't know if they got around to it... I wonder if > > she'll be strong enough..." > > Jethro's eyes changed as he focused on Gabe, it > was > > as if he had spent the past five minutes speaking > to > > himself, a habit he sometimes slipped into > > under stress. > > "Terry Edwards... she's all we have right now... > > we'll just have to ask." > > Gabe nodded, "with any luck they will have tried > something, if a connection between them has already > been made then she might be able to broadcast out to > him, I think it might be our only chance." > > > Jethro tapped his communicator, through to Terry's > > badge. > > "Terry, sorry to call you so early, but, can you > > come see me in the anteroom > > right away please ?" > Terry heard a buzzing faintly, as though it was coming through a dense fog. There was a voice, too, a familiar one, but she couldn't make it out. Finally she woke up and realized that the buzz was her communicator, the voice Commander Sullivan's. She scrambled blearily for the communicator she'd laid on her nightstand and pressed it. "Sorry...sorry Commander...yes, I'll be there right away." She stumbled out of bed and into her shower. After a quick shower and some fresh clothes, she rushed down to the anteroom. "Yes, Commander, you wanted to see me?" Tag Jethro, Gabe From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Oct 10 17:25:30 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Mon Oct 10 17:25:40 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Morning Meditations In-Reply-To: <100920051904.14791.434969A70006DAF1000039C72200750784970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20051010162530.14128.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com> --- jenarey@comcast.net wrote: > > > Looking up at his destination he saw Natalia > come in to the reception. Forcing any signs of > discomfort away from his features he conjured up a > smile and a greeting, "Wotcha saviour." > > Natalia paused in her progress, turning towards Evan > with a whisper of a smile. He looked better, though > she could still sense the energies around him > touched with the red and black of damage. It was > mild, but she still wished that she could do more > for him, she was just too damn tired to push her > limits, and Gabe had made her promise. "Mornin'." > > > "Who ya calling savory " said a voice from the > other corner. Sal came half stumbling, half walking > down the corridor, with Wendy to whom she seemed to > have developed an attachment that brought to mind > the phrase arch-welded. Super-heated and pretty damn > permanent, on her shoulder. The way Sal's shoulders > swayed as she trudged down the hallway it was a > surprise the pixie didn't get seasick. "Man you look > like you played chicken with a train and lost" she > said to Evan. Then she noticed Natalia through the > red blur of her eyes. "Oh hi lady" was her closest > concession to niceness in her current state. "Take a > tip from me, red wine is a pussy drink - but fuck > does it give you a hangover to die from." Wendy's head lolled on Sal's shoulder. "Yeah, baby, you said it. Ooooh!" She held her head as though it would fall off if she didn't. > > "Hello there." Natalia smiled faintly as the girl > described the hangover she could almost see hovering > around the young woman. Hangovers could be healed, > but generally one learned more from having to deal > with it. "Red wine is deceiptive that way. Goes > down smooth, but returns with a vengence." "Ooowww," Wendy moaned. "Why is she yelling? Salikins, why's she talking so loud?" The fairy slid off Sal's shoulder and grabbed onto her hair to keep from falling to the floor. Tag Wal, Evan, Natalia From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Oct 10 17:32:03 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Mon Oct 10 17:32:12 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC: The lost boys In-Reply-To: <20051009212836.51022.qmail@web25710.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20051010163203.18535.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> I can go either way, too. Kat --- Mik Reed wrote: > > Hey guys, > > I need to know if the lost boys thread is to > > continue or is it a "never happened" thing ? > Because > > I have characters involved in it, so I need to > know > > if they're going to respond to it. > > Happy either way here. > > Mik. > > > > > > ___________________________________________________________ > > 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/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/gotc > From queenortart at gmail.com Mon Oct 10 20:35:45 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Mon Oct 10 20:35:52 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Sleepy morning things - Tag Meg Callum In-Reply-To: <20051010144812.99309.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20051010144812.99309.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: OOC Sorry just realised no-one else is reading this cos Kat and I have been emailing each other. Callum was most gratified to awaken curled up with Meg. They were entwined like braided ribbon, with each separate extremity quite easily acknowledged as belonging to the individual, but their combined personages so tightly wound together that it would be impossible to say how each of them existed, without the other. He breathed in, smelling her hair, and the warm toasted scent of her skin, and smiled into the nape of her neck. "You 'wake?" he murmured. "Mmmmf," Meg replied drowsily. She rolled over on her stomach, trying to pull Callum with her like a human blanket. She reached a hand behind her and touched his shoulder, then worked down to other areas. "Ooh, now I'm awake," she smiled. She wiggled around so that she was facing him, then kissed him deeply. "Morning." "Hey you." he kissed her again. "Have I told you lately how bonny you are in the morning, with your hair all rumpled Hen?" he reached up and ran a finger across her hair, squinting at her in an unfocused fashion. Meg grinned and kissed him again. "And have I ever told you how cute you are when you squint like that? Good thing that doesn't carry over to full moon, or you'd be the only wolf in town with glasses." She slipped from his arms and stretched seductively. "Ready for breakfast?" she said. "Depends I guess..." He leaned over to nibble very gently on her collar bone. "Mmm, I didnae think you taste quite like porritch, but I think that maybe I could acquire a taste for you." He kissed her skin, and then abruptly swung away, thrusting himself out of the warm bed, and striding towards the shower. "Beat you!" he called over his shoulder before turning the water on, and leaning out to blow her a kiss. "Hey!" Meg exclaimed. She dashed into the bathroom after Callum. After a very thorough and enjoyable shower, Meg dried off before calling for breakfast. She was drying her short brown hair when Callum came out. "I ordered the usual. What do you want to do today...other than staying in bed all day, I mean?" He sat down at the end of the bed and started to pull clothes on, thinking. "I guess I should start working on the amulet, there was too much else going on the last coupla days to do more than scratch the surface of the database." he replied. "Would you like to try 'some fancy book-learning' with me, or you want to go and do something more physical...." He stopped abruptly remembering how delightfully she had squirmed under his hands in the shower. She sat beside him and gave him a kiss. "Why don't you show me what you can do, Mr. Smart Guy. We can save the...more physical stuff...for later." She gave Callum a long kiss. "Always good to learn new things." "Get your clothes on then woman." He slapped her butt playfully, as breakfast turned up at the door. There was porritch, and bacon butties and strong hot coffee, which he gulped down. "Ready?" he asked as she took a bite of food. tag From queenortart at gmail.com Mon Oct 10 20:38:55 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Mon Oct 10 20:39:02 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Morning Meditations In-Reply-To: <20051010162530.14128.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com> References: <100920051904.14791.434969A70006DAF1000039C72200750784970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> <20051010162530.14128.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > "Ooowww," Wendy moaned. "Why is she yelling? > Salikins, why's she talking so loud?" The fairy slid > off Sal's shoulder and grabbed onto her hair to keep > from falling to the floor. Joy wandered into the diner and collected coffee, and sat down at an empty table next to the others, and started drinking it quietly. tag anyone From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Oct 10 21:03:13 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Mon Oct 10 21:03:22 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Sleepy morning things - Tag Meg Callum In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20051010200313.98922.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> > "Get your clothes on then woman." He slapped her > butt playfully, as > breakfast turned up at the door. There was porritch, > and bacon butties > and strong hot coffee, which he gulped down. > > "Ready?" he asked as she took a bite of food. > "In a minute, in a minute," Meg said. She ate what she needed, then left the cart with the dirty dishes outside the room. "Let's go," she said. "Where do you need to go to research this amulet thingie?" Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Oct 13 14:03:46 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Thu Oct 13 14:03:58 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hello? Message-ID: <20051013130347.65224.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> This is a test, as I haven't received any mail from the list in two days. Anybody there? Kat From queenortart at gmail.com Thu Oct 13 15:28:14 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Thu Oct 13 15:28:16 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Hello? In-Reply-To: <20051013130347.65224.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20051013130347.65224.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: yup but been at a conference. Life is frantic will try later On 10/13/05, Kathy Perkins wrote: > > This is a test, as I haven't received any mail from the list in two days. > Anybody there? > > Kat > _______________________________________________ > 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 reptyle242 at btopenworld.com Sat Oct 15 06:21:06 2005 From: reptyle242 at btopenworld.com (Reptyle) Date: Sat Oct 15 06:17:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Hello? References: <20051013130347.65224.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <000a01c5d148$3ee28410$0100a8c0@Mastermold> I'm here, but I'm currently pulling 9 hour shifts with 6 hours travel per day. Will post as soon as I'm able. Even worse when I can't drive ;) 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: "Guardians of the covenant" Sent: Thursday, October 13, 2005 3:28 PM Subject: [GOTC] Re: Hello? > yup but been at a conference. Life is frantic will try later > > On 10/13/05, Kathy Perkins wrote: > > > > This is a test, as I haven't received any mail from the list in two days. > > Anybody there? > > > > Kat > > _______________________________________________ > > 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 > > > -- > No virus found in this incoming message. > Checked by AVG Anti-Virus. > Version: 7.0.344 / Virus Database: 267.11.13/124 - Release Date: 07/10/2005 > > From aj at getopenlab.com Sat Oct 15 14:55:41 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sat Oct 15 14:56:01 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Morning Meditations In-Reply-To: <20051010104207.25466.qmail@web25707.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20051010104207.25466.qmail@web25707.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200510151555.41534.aj@getopenlab.com> > > > > Natalia began to answer Evan when Sal interrupted. > > She fell silent, raising both eyebrows as the girl's > > plea went on. The fight at the house had been ugly > > at best and Natalia found it hard to believe that > > the boy was a complete innocent. The only time > > she'd seen such violence excused was during a first > > change, usually those who had changed a number of > > times had at least some control...it was a hard call > > to make, and was in the commander's hands to be fair > > but with mercy. The Russian woman looked to Evan, > > letting him answer as the pleas were aimed more > > directly to him. > > Evan looked from one to the other, it was true, he had > felt something when the boy had escaped the house, > something that had stayed his hand from shooting. His > debt to Natalia was eternal, this was now. When his > gaze concentrated on her in was with a hint of > resignation. > "Luv, was gonna offer ta escort yer wherever, but > Sal's on the money, there was summit there and if it's > the shavers life on the line I'd best let the guvnor > know all the facts." He motioned vaguely with his > stick, trying to hide the stabbing pain when he lifted > it from the floor, > "any road, ain't that quick on me plates at the mo, > probably best ta be on yer Jack." Sal's face shone with pure admiration... you could almost see the dog inside her wagging it's tail. "Sit tight, I'll get you a wheelchair or something... thank you so much... and you to Nat" [tag] -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From aj at getopenlab.com Sat Oct 15 14:56:33 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sat Oct 15 14:56:41 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Morning Meditations In-Reply-To: References: <100920051904.14791.434969A70006DAF1000039C72200750784970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> <20051010162530.14128.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200510151556.33135.aj@getopenlab.com> On Monday 10 October 2005 21:38, queenortart wrote: > > "Ooowww," Wendy moaned. "Why is she yelling? > > Salikins, why's she talking so loud?" The fairy slid > > off Sal's shoulder and grabbed onto her hair to keep > > from falling to the floor. > > Joy wandered into the diner and collected coffee, and sat down at an > empty table next to the others, and started drinking it quietly. > They aren't in the diner, they are in the hallway just outside the infirmary. :S A.J. -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From aj at getopenlab.com Sat Oct 15 14:56:46 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sat Oct 15 14:56:56 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fwd: Hello? Message-ID: <200510151556.46728.aj@getopenlab.com> Ditto, just been running around hecticly. A.J. On 10/15/05, Reptyle wrote: > I'm here, but I'm currently pulling 9 hour shifts with 6 hours travel per > day. Will post as soon as I'm able. Even worse when I can't drive ;) > 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: "Guardians of the covenant" > Sent: Thursday, October 13, 2005 3:28 PM > Subject: [GOTC] Re: Hello? > > > yup but been at a conference. Life is frantic will try later > > > > On 10/13/05, Kathy Perkins wrote: > > > This is a test, as I haven't received any mail from the list in two > > days. > > > > Anybody there? > > > > > > Kat > > > _______________________________________________ > > > 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 > > > > > > -- > > No virus found in this incoming message. > > Checked by AVG Anti-Virus. > > Version: 7.0.344 / Virus Database: 267.11.13/124 - Release Date: > > 07/10/2005 > > > > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/gotc -- "Semper in excretum set alta variant" - My father A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za -- "Semper in excretum set alta variant" - My father A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za ------------------------------------------------------- -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From aj at getopenlab.com Sat Oct 15 14:56:58 2005 From: aj at getopenlab.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sat Oct 15 14:57:07 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fwd: The king's gambit Message-ID: <200510151556.58982.aj@getopenlab.com> > "Sorry...sorry Commander...yes, I'll be there right > away." > > She stumbled out of bed and into her shower. After a > quick shower and some fresh clothes, she rushed down > to the anteroom. "Yes, Commander, you wanted to see > me?" Sullivan nodded. "Yes, thank you Terry." he paused for a moment. "Morganis and Marie didn't come back last night... we are worried about them, dawn is not far... any chance you could help us find them ?" [tag] -- "Semper in excretum set alta variant" - My father A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za -- "Semper in excretum set alta variant" - My father A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za ------------------------------------------------------- -- "80% Of a hardware engineer's job is application of the uncertainty principle. 80% of a software engineer's job is pretending this isn't so." A.J. Venter Chief Software Architect OpenLab International http://www.getopenlab.com http://www.silentcoder.co.za From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sun Oct 16 04:25:01 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Oct 16 04:25:13 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fwd: The king's gambit In-Reply-To: <200510151556.58982.aj@getopenlab.com> Message-ID: <20051016032501.59139.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: >>Sullivan nodded. "Yes, thank you Terry." he paused for a moment. "Morganis and Marie didn't come back last night... we are worried about them, dawn is not far... any chance you could help us find them ?"<< Terry looked from Sullivan to Gabe, confused. "I'd love to help...but how? I'm not sure..." Realization dawned on her. "You mean...through telepathy? I can try, but...I'm not very good at it. Morganis was going to teach me, but there just wasn't time. How do I do it? What do I do?" Tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Oct 16 11:00:33 2005 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Oct 16 11:00:43 2005 Subject: [GOTC] The king's gambit [tag Terry, Ratso, Jethro] In-Reply-To: <20051016032501.59139.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20051016100033.62822.qmail@web25710.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Terry looked from Sullivan to Gabe, confused. "I'd > love to help...but how? I'm not sure..." > Realization dawned on her. "You mean...through > telepathy? I can try, but...I'm not very good at > it. Morganis was going to teach me, but there just > wasn't time. How do I do it? What do I do?" Gabe tried hard to avoid showing his disappointment, this was their best hope, "I do not really know what you can do. I just thought there might be some way that you could attempt to project out to Morganis. That you could try and get him to instigate contact with you. It is not looking good." He broke off and punched his communicator, "Ratso, any luck checking out the communications trace option?" [tag Terry, Ratso, Jethro] ___________________________________________________________ How much free photo storage do you get? Store your holiday snaps for FREE with Yahoo! Photos http://uk.photos.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sun Oct 16 15:45:30 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Oct 16 15:45:39 2005 Subject: [GOTC] The king's gambit [tag Terry, Ratso, Jethro, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <20051016100033.62822.qmail@web25710.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20051016144530.50099.qmail@web40526.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: > Terry looked from Sullivan to Gabe, confused. "I'd > love to help...but how? I'm not sure..." > Realization dawned on her. "You mean...through > telepathy? I can try, but...I'm not very good at > it. Morganis was going to teach me, but there just > wasn't time. How do I do it? What do I do?" >>Gabe tried hard to avoid showing his disappointment, this was their best hope, "I do not really know what you can do. I just thought there might be some way that you could attempt to project out to Morganis. That you could try and get him to instigate contact with you. It is not looking good." He broke off and punched his communicator, "Ratso, any luck checking out the communications trace option?"<< The communicator crackled to life. "No luck, Gabe," Ratso said in his unmistakable voice. "Either day lost 'em, or day just ain't answerin'." Terry listened, too, concern on her face. "Well, then, I'll have to try, won't I?" She sat down, closed her eyes, and concentrated. She thought about the last time this had happened and how it had felt. Then she smiled and relaxed. She let her mind float, searching for a sign, any sign, of Morganis. {Hello? Morganis? Where are you?} Tag Morganis [tag Terry, Ratso, Jethro] From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Wed Oct 26 12:10:10 2005 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Wed Oct 26 12:10:18 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC Ping OOC Message-ID: <20051026111010.71683.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> OOC ping OOC ___________________________________________________________ How much free photo storage do you get? Store your holiday snaps for FREE with Yahoo! Photos http://uk.photos.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Oct 26 14:04:23 2005 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Wed Oct 26 14:04:32 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC Ping OOC In-Reply-To: <20051026111010.71683.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20051026130423.91428.qmail@web40524.mail.yahoo.com> Hello! :) Kat Mik Reed wrote: OOC ping OOC ___________________________________________________________ How much free photo storage do you get? Store your holiday snaps for FREE with Yahoo! Photos http://uk.photos.yahoo.com _______________________________________________ GOTC mailing list GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk http://lists.herald.co.uk/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/gotc From ajventer at gmail.com Wed Oct 26 18:11:05 2005 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Wed Oct 26 18:11:08 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: OOC Ping OOC In-Reply-To: <20051026111010.71683.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20051026111010.71683.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0510261011hbc0fd7boc85d5077184c2059@mail.gmail.com> pong On 10/26/05, Mik Reed wrote: > OOC > > ping > > OOC > > > > ___________________________________________________________ > How much free photo storage do you get? Store your holiday > snaps for FREE with Yahoo! Photos http://uk.photos.yahoo.com > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/gotc > -- "Semper in excretum set alta variant" - My father A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Oct 26 18:31:42 2005 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Wed Oct 26 18:32:00 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: OOC Ping OOC In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc0510261011hbc0fd7boc85d5077184c2059@mail.gmail.com> References: <20051026111010.71683.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> <7f39e5bc0510261011hbc0fd7boc85d5077184c2059@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: Namaste - till next week anyway. India is very fine :) On 26/10/05, A.J. Venter wrote: > pong > > On 10/26/05, Mik Reed wrote: > > OOC > > > > ping > > > > OOC > > > > > > > > ___________________________________________________________ > > How much free photo storage do you get? Store your holiday > > snaps for FREE with Yahoo! Photos http://uk.photos.yahoo.com > > _______________________________________________ > > GOTC mailing list > > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > > http://lists.herald.co.uk/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/gotc > > > > > -- > "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 > -- "Only the mediocre are always at their best." From jenarey at comcast.net Wed Oct 26 18:49:23 2005 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Wed Oct 26 18:50:20 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: OOC Ping OOC Message-ID: <102620051749.12384.435FC1A30001A5B3000030602205886172970A9D0E020A06@comcast.net> Narf. -------------- Original message -------------- > pong > > On 10/26/05, Mik Reed wrote: > > OOC > > > > ping > > > > OOC > > > > > > > > ___________________________________________________________ > > How much free photo storage do you get? Store your holiday > > snaps for FREE with Yahoo! Photos http://uk.photos.yahoo.com > > _______________________________________________ > > GOTC mailing list > > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > > http://lists.herald.co.uk/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/gotc > > > > > -- > "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 ajventer at gmail.com Fri Oct 28 14:25:56 2005 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Fri Oct 28 14:25:59 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC: Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0510280625u52cefa6er4f1b2c8f34856645@mail.gmail.com> http://www.linux.org/dist/reviews/openlab4.html Nice :p On the game, I'm behind as is everyone, sorry about that, had three very rough weeks, I'll catch up tonight. A.J. -- "Semper in excretum set alta variant" - My father A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za