[You guys are in the SAB training room. There's a wide range of facilities, training bots, shooting galleries, etc.] [There's also the mental holodeck equivalent separate rooms, run by SAB's resident spirit.] [We'll say it's getting to be closing time, which is fairly late as no mission today.] [Date: Day after the last mission. Date: August 12. Time: 2100 GMT.] [Start] * Red sits in the main room talking with Miles, and taking the occasional shot at a target dummy. She's once again practicing by seeing how many shots she can put through the same hole on a moving target. * Miles is sitting near where Red's doing her training. He's playing with two of his fox tails (He has three of them) as he talks, the tails producing a stray spark every once in a while as they're rubbed. * Ghost wanders out through a wall, wearing a bathrobe and nods to the crew. "Hey, you blokes ever find a good bar for metahumans and the like?" * Miles waves to the ghost. "Nope!" * Red takes another shot, and idly says, "'Fraid not, sorry. I'm not sure where to start looking, really." * Tim sits a little ways away from from Miles and Red concentrating on a different part of the fireing range where a couple of freeweights are appearing and dissapearing ever few seconds, they stay put when he looses his concentration. "Gah.." (Clearly, she's never heard of Diagon Alley.) * Tim rubs his head, "Sorry, I haven't realy needed to look for one." * Miles goes back to talking with Red. "Anyways, I remember that person who was trying to be invisible on the last mission, and I wondered why he just didn't make himself invisible with a spell..." * Ghost nods. "Do let me know if you find something." He then makes himself scarce. He probably can't, Miles. Same way I can't. Gotter rely on stealth instead. * Miles waves goodbye to the ghost. "Anno, why not?" * Tim waves at the departing ghost and gets back to practicing. * Jonathon walks in with a towel draped across his shoulders and a swimsuit. He's put his holster and undershirt on and is currently rubbing his hair with the towel. He's sweating a little as it looks like he just came from the sauna. "Ah, nothing like a relaxing dip.." * Ardweden has joined #sab2020 * Red takes another shot, this one far enough off the mark that the hole widens. "Some of us aren't lucky enough to be born Kitsune, foxy. We can't do all the neat tricks you can." * Kirby is now known as Saki * Retrieving #sab2020 modes... Which is one of the reasons technology exists in the advanced state it does; we need it 'cause we've got no magic. But I've seen lotsa people use magic. Did you just forget how? * Tim looks over at Miles, "Some of us can, most of us can't" * Red stops to reload her rifle, first pausing to empty out the spent jackets. "Yer gottit backwards, actually. Some of us haven't learned how." (Gah, need to kick router back in a bit) Well you should! How else do you cook food? * Jonathon smiles at Miles. "Not everyone has such a desire to learn. Take me for an example. Wouldn't want to touch the bloody stuff." * Saki is here! Shooting stuff.... Yeah. * Tim has quit IRC (Read error: Connection reset by peer ) ( /me misses and shoots Tim >.< ) (Hehe.) * Red laughs. "On a stove, a' course. Electricity goes through somethin' what don't wants it goin' through, which makes heat. Although some burn gas instead, but I've got electric at home." * Miles wrinkles his nose. "Gas has a really funny smell." * Red holds up a bullet. "An' this, Miles. Is this magic to yer?" That's the most innovative explanation of heating elements I've ever heard. Jolly good. * Jonathon smiles and leans against the barrier seperating the range from the non-range. * Red gives Jon a wink and a thumbs-up. * Miles produces a spark with his tails and holds it in his hand. "Anno... Not really. But neither is this." He holds the lightning in his hand for a little before it dissipates into nothingness. * WeightofTaki has joined #sab2020 * WeightofTaki is now known as Tim * Red tilts her head, smirking. "Really? 'Cause it sure seemed like magic. Unless the air's dryer in here than I thought." She scuffs her feet on the carpet of the sitting area where her table is at and then touches Miles' shoulder. I've been told my camera works magic sometimes. Ah the gloriousness of artistic license. * Jonathon sighs wistfully and looks at the ceiling. * Miles yipes as Red touches his shoulder. "What was that for?" * Red grins more. "Was wonderin' if it'd work. Sorry, yer ken zap me back if yer want." But. Is that what you're doing there with the lightning show? * Miles blinks. "Kinda? Only mine was a lot nicer to me." Of course things are nice when you can control them. It's only when they go out of control that we have a problem. * Tim nods absently. * Jonathon slowly levels his gaze back to eye level. Sorry. I can only make it happen if I touch something else, and it was either you or the doorknob. So, Miles. Do yer know what photography is? Yeah! They're really nice pictures. * Red beckons Jon over before going back to reloading her rifle. "'Xactly. An is that magic to yer?" * Ron Fellows (Athiest consultant from Ambulance Chasing) and Mike Chen (Male anglican decon) wander down the stairs. * Jonathon smiles sheepishly and looks over at Red. "Really now, what brought up that subject?" * Miles looks over there, blinks once, getting a very scared look in his face, and vanishes. * Jonathon looks a little embarrassed. * Tim glances at the two new comers, and then gets back to practicing. * Red grins. "Yer were handy, Jon, an' I-- now, what'd he disappear for?" * Ron holds a heavy looking weapon back (fusion cannon to those who've seen it before. "About time you let me play with this thing." * Mike scans the room and looks sheepish. * Jonathon looks up at the newcomers and takes a little sigh. "I suppose I should get more fully dressed." He walks back to the locker rooms to get out of the suit. Uh.. bad time? I wanted to wait until after we wouldn't interrupt training. Nah, I think I'm mostly done here. * Red blinks. "Now that's a new one." She sets her weapon down and goes over to look at the fusion cannon that she doesn't know is a fusion cannon yet. "Wot's this then?" * Ron puts on the backpack. "Fusion cannon. Real reason Mike took up religion, almost an excusable one." * Mike rolls his eyes. * Red rolls her eyes, too, but soon goes back to admiring the weapon. "Niiiice. Prototype, I assume?" * Tim walks over to see what all the oohing and ahhing is about, as he does so the weights appear in his hands. * Ron lines up a shot, and the beam shoots out, it has a wavey pattern, and while it lacks pin point accuracy, it seems to effectively stay within 10 cms of the target. ...Remind me to stay _behind_ people when they're lugging these things around. Yeah.. been pestering Victor about it for quite some time. Still some time from mass production he tells me. Again, nice. Not accurate enough fer my tastes, but I'm guessing we've got diff'rent tastes. * Jonathon heads back in, deciding to go a little more casual with his shirt. He's tugging on his jacket as he looks over at the weapon. "What's all this then?" New big gun. Fuuuuuuuuusion cannon, Jon. * Red puts on a love-struck expression, clasping her hands. "Isn't it dreeeeeeamy?" * Mike hits a switch and summons a mobile targetting bot, which dodges in randomized patterns. * Jonathon smiles nervously and rubs the back of his head. "Um. No, not really. To be quite honest I'm not that lovestruck with overkill, impractical weapons of mass destruction." * Saki is suddenly tackled by a young adult fox who appears right after he hits her. The fox has three tails, just like Miles. * Ron turns off the beam, grins over at Red. "I see you've got your priorities straight." And then he turns the beam on again and aims at the target, which tries to dodge, but keeps getting caught in the twisting beam. * Red finally notices Saki, blinking as she's tackled by a fox. "Oi!" * Miles falls over and looks around paniced, vanishing again. * Ron shuts off the beam and then glances over, dead on at Miles. "Don't worry, we aren't intending this for you." * Red walks over to Saki, and is about to pick the fox off her when it vanishes. She sighs. "Wonder wot's got inter that boy." She glances at Saki. "Yer alright?" * (Doesn't Ron do that?) * Jonathon keeps a steady eye on Miles. Well, where Miles was anyhow (Correct. :P) * Tim blinks a few times as he notices Saki, but since she doesn't seem to be killing people left and right she must be one of the saner ones. * Ron is looking at wear Ron is, just to be clear. (where Miles is) (Gah...) * Miles talks from one of the coreners of the room. "Y-yeah..." * Red frowns, and taps Saki on the shoulder. "'Ey, you even awake?" Miles! Why'd yer go an' knock out this poor gel? * Katherine has joined #sab2020 * Ardweden has left #sab2020 S-sory! (If I go dead, assume she spontaneously combusted. It works better for Jason, but I figure why not?) (Boom!) Apologize to 'er when she's awake, now, but I'm askin yer why? (whistles and hids the grenade pin) ( @_@ I haven't even done anything and I got knocked out? What happened? ) (You haven't been responding. :P) Think we're spoking the horses, so.. shall we be going. Sure.. ( I haven't been paying attention :P ) * Ron and Mike wander off. (Well, you got KOed by Miles running into you. ^^;) ( You didn't respond when Red asked if you were alright, so she assumed you were out cold. ) * Marguerite has joined #sab2020 * Miles stays hidden for a good while until he's absoutely *positive* they've left, then he appears in the far corner of the room, quivering as a fox. * Tim eyes Miles, "What was that all about?" * Miles turns his face in on his body and doesn't respond. * Saki gets up and rubs her head, wondering the same thing Tim asked. She's been training some distance from the group, so it's no surprise she has no idea what's going on, so there. * Tim walks over to him, "You allright?" Oi, there ye are. * Like I've got a headache. * Jonathon takes another breath and kneels next to the fox, snapping his fingers in front of his face. * Tim puts down his weights and watches Jonathan and Miles, "He ever done this before?" Not bad, considerin'. Miles, you've got somethin' ter say to the lady, dont yer? * Katherine doesn't get a response, and so heads over to get a look at what... well, they're all peering at. * Jonathon waves at Katherine from behind his back. (Well you've got two groups of peerers, The ones looking at Miles and the ones looking at Saki) Well, considering I've only had the one mission with him. * Tim nods, "same here...guess I'll go call the med staff." * Miles 's ears perk up at the snapping and he looks around the room again. He gets up and blinks, teleporting over right next to Saki, bowing his head. "Sorry." He then teleports over to a side of the room and sighs, lying down. Hyper little bleeder isn't he? * Tim looks for a phone and final notices his aunt, "Ack! When did you get here?" There. Now that wasn't so-- or, perhaps it was. * Jonathon stand sup and tugs at his jacket, straightening it, turning back around. "Cheerio." * Katherine blinks at Tim. "Just a bit ago. I was here for a tour." * Red blinks. "When did who get here?" And she notices Katherine for the first time, waving hello to her. * Marguerite walks in, looking around, calmly and methodically. She's just about 5'8", with red hair tied up in a french braid. She's wearing a camouflage jumpsuit, with arms rolled up. She's wearing sunglasses, which she proceeds to pull off and store in a pocket of her blue satchel. She grins. * Katherine waves back at Red, despite not looking in her direction. * Saki watches Miles. "... the hell?" * Miles is, right now, a three-tailed fox moping to the side of the room. Don't worry folks, he'll feel better soon. ( MARGUERITE! SHE BRINGS DOOM TO US ALL! WAH! ;_; ) Ahh, I see...Well anyway I think need to call some help for... * Tim trails off has he turns to point at where Miles isn't anymore. * Mechalink has joined #sab2020 Then again, maybe I don't. Good question. 'Es usually a lot more considerate'n that. * Katherine rubs at her forehead with the hand holding the pencil. She has no idea what's really going on, but that's pretty much been her life story. She glances to see Marguerite and nods to her. * Red also notices a second gun-toting redhead enter the room. "So, whatcher' name, gel?" * Jonathon glances at the new comer and smiles. "What a surprise. Seems this is a gathering spot of sorts. I simply MUST come here more often." ( Question directed at> Saki. ) (dood, Katie would never admit to not knowing what was happening >_>) * Saki blinks twice and shakes her head, then looks at Redridinghoo- er, Red. "Saki Morikawa." (Sure she does! She does all the time!) * Marguerite notes the people and walks over thataway, still smiling. Right. Red, nice ta meetcher. No hard feelings about the tackle, I hope? * Marguerite stands a few steps off, just looking at the people. Nah. It happens. * Tim looks confused for a bit, and then bows to his aunt and goes to put the training weights he was practicing with away. * Jonathon looks back at Marguerite, rocking on his heels and smiling. He doesn't say a word though * Red nods, then waves to the newcomers. * Katherine blinks upon hearing Saki's name, gets a close look at her, and chuckles faintly. She goes to find a seat. * Miles gets up and trots over to the crew slowly, changing back into human form while doing so. He bows to Saki once more. "Sorry again. I'm Miles Innis Fox." * Red nods, and once Miles starts talking to Saki, she goes to meet Maggie. "Don't think I've seen yer 'round here before. Is it that yer new, or that I am?" Ah... Odd name for a fox-spirit. * Katherine ends up sitting. On the table. She opens her pad and gets to work, humming faintly to herself. * Jonathon glances over at Marguerite. "She must be. This is the first time I've seen her, and I do well to keep informed of these matters." * Miles smiles. "But it's a good name!" * Marguerite thrusts her hand in the general direction of Red. "Newer'n skin after a plasma burn. Just out of my interview with Eckerd." She grins again. "Marguerite McLochlane. Mad Dog. Or Maggie. Never ever Marge. I don't take well to bein' called that." If not a false one. * Saki shrugs. "Could be worse, I guess." * Jonathon chuckles slightly. "I suppose "Lochy" is out too, eh?" * Tim comes back, takes note of where Katherine is and steers clear. Instead he goes to meet the new recrute. * Red shakes Marguerite's hand. "Red Seifer. Nicetermeetcher." * Marguerite eyes Jonathon. "Nobody's ever tried. But now that you mention it, probably." * Miles looks hurt. "You don't think I'm a liar, do you? People have called me that for the past *counts...* Lotsa years!" * Jonathon smiles at Maggie. "Good thing I haven't tried then." He holds out his hand. "Jonathon Marlyne. Deadly Sun. Please say you haven't heard of me. It makes things so much more bloody easy if you haven't." * Miles points dramatically at Jonathon. * Saki shrugs. "Nah." * Marguerite shakes Red's hand in return, looking down at the hand, then up at her face, then over to Jonathon. "I can't say as I have, no." * Miles looks sheepish as Saki answers the question. "But I was asking him?" * Marguerite looks back to Red. "Markswoman?" * Jonathon brings the hand up to his temple and closes all but two fingers, giving her a salute until she's done with the wave. "Then I shall take it at that then. Jolly good." * Katherine doesn't look up from her work, but she calls out, in an amused tone, "You should have said you had. It's probably more fun. Nice to hear someone else from the States, Marguerite." Oh. Well, to be honest I don't really care either way. I was just being nice. * Red nods. "That's as good a phrase as any for what I do. Nicer'n a lotta the others." * Jonathon sweatdrop smiles at Katherine, rubbing the back of his head. "You wound me, dear Katherine." * Tim givs Maggie a slight bow, "Tim Shimiru, and I don't have a nifty nickname anymore." * Katherine looks up in Jonathon's direction for a moment, rolls her eyes dramatically, and goes back to sketching. * Jonathon raises an eyebrow curiously at Tim. "Nickname?" * Katherine snickers. Callus on the forefinger and thumb. Plus you can see it in the eyes. * Marguerite waves at Katherine, and Tim. * Miles looks harshly at Saki, then turns tail (literally) and walks over to the rest of the group assembled around Maggie. "See what?" Title, code name, call it what you will. * Miles looks into Marguerite's eyes, trying to see whatever it is. Oh. Like Mad Dog. I thought you were referring to me. * Saki heads on over, seeing as how she isn't really training anymore anyhow. * Jonathon smiles at Tim and slips his hands in his jacket pockets, shrugging with his whole coat. * Marguerite looks back at Miles. Her eyes are green. Very green. * Miles looks sideways into the eyes. "What's with all the green eyes?" * Miles , coincidentally, has dark-gold eyes. They're in season. * Red smirks. "Nothin' wrong with green eyes." Her green eyes sparkle as she says it. (Devil's children! Wait, no, that's next mission.) * Saki has green eyes too. So there. I swapped 'em out for my old brown ones. Got these out of a Libyan. Only took two hours of cuttin'. * Marguerite grins. I didn't say that there was! I was ju- ewwww. * Miles makes a face. (It's not really true. It took her three. :P) * Tim blinks his brown eyes and then shakes his head. * Red laughs. "Oh, that is *awful*." Used to have blue eyes. Now they're green. Oh well. * Jonathon smirks. "I fail to have green eyes myself. If you would be more comfortable, I shall splurge for contacts." (Green is now up to 27) Why's that, Saki? (She was already accounted for, IIRC) * Katherine glances up at Miles, then goes back to sketching. * Saki shrugs. "No idea." * Marguerite looks around. "How many of the rest of you can shoot?" (GCI Maggie?) * Miles looks over at Katherine, then is suddenly looking over her shoulders. "What'cha doing, Katie?" ^_^ (Same char, yeah.) (Nods) I can. * Katherine doesn't screw up when Miles does that. "Sketching." She must be in a good mood, because she sounds amused, at least. * Tim shakes his head, "I try to avoid guns, I wind up with less holes in myself that way." * Jonathon smiles at Tim. "Shoot yourself in the foot?" No, but it's been attempted several times. * Jonathon takes out his pistol and checks it. "Sometimes there's no better way to learn. However, the rigors of practice are different for everyone." * Marguerite looks Saki up and down, and nods. "Good. Glad I'm not all alone, then. Was worried you'd all use magic and I'd be the only one tossing lead." * Miles looks at the picture and smiles. "You're really good!" * Red smirks over at Maggie. "So. Are you the same Mad Dog MacLochlane responsible for that mess in China?" Thanks. Goodness knows I've practiced enough. * Tim shakes his head, "Nah, I'll stick with what I've got." * Saki shrugs. "It's good to have weapons, just in case." * Jonathon chuckles. "Lead isn't the only way to go. Although it does seem more practical to have something hands on." He checks the clip and twirls it for a moment on his finger before slipping it inside his jacket, tugging on the collar. * Marguerite winces. "That'd be me, yes. They didn't tell me they wanted him alive until he was way past it." * Miles looks over at the gun-people and frowns. "Guns are scary." I shall keep to my photography for your sake then, dear chap. * Red winces too. "Uhg. Yer think they'd remember ta tell yer somethin' that important." * Jonathon walks over towards Katherine. * Miles idly plays around with that white ball he always seems to have on-hand while watching the rest of them. Seems to be a trend - people just ain't specific enough. (Oh.. I should make clear, I'm at least 50% out of it. If you want me to do anything, send me a message. I'm only skimming the channel. :P) I guess I was lucky there. My employers always had plenty of speciffics on hand for me. (That's okay, I'm a good ninety percent! x.x) (Is anybody awake?) (I just hit 0. Nite ppl.) ( I am! ) * OmegaDarklight (jcguthrie5@wbar8.sea1-4-4-084-127.sea1.dsl-verizon.net) Quit (Quit: ) ( I am! Kinda ) * Katherine keeps sketching. "Evening, Jonathon." * Miles looks at Jonathon and waves. ^_^ * Red smirks at Maggie again. "'Scuze me fer a second. Gotta mingle." * Marguerite nods, and looks around at the people again. Evening. And a pleasant one at that. I see you study your art as well. * Red walks over and looks over Kathy's shoulder! She is drawin' what? * Tim doesn't go mingle with the people looking over Katherine's shoulder. Pity I forgot my portfolio in my car. We could have traded art forms. * Marguerite follows along, going to stare at the other American! * Katherine doesn't seem put out. She must be used to this. Really, really used to this. Yes, well. It pays to know what you're sketching, doesn't it? I'd assume so. * Saki walks up behind Katherine and looks over her shoulder. That's what everyone else is doing, so... (Do I even have room over my shoulder anymore?) (No.) * Miles concentrates on the ball and chants silently. A kitten appears in his lap, which he hugs and waves at all the people looking over Katie's shoulder. (Err, has wave.) * Jonathon looks around and smiles embarrassedly. "I think we're crowding her a little. This must be how you felt at the gallery." That's why it's better to go after hours. ^_^ Not at all. I don't do art there. * Red stops looking over her shoulder and sits down at the same table, instead. "You do realise you're being sketched, Miles?" * Tim shakes his head and amuses himself by teleporting all the spent casings from the gunners into the garbage. * Saki snickers. Yes. Well, I meant people gawking at your work, the pointless chatter, the false schmoozing... * Miles nods and smiles. "She's doing a really good job too!" * Jonathon sighs dramatically and throws his hands into the air. "It's all so ludicrous sometimes." * Miles holds the kitten out to Jonathon. "Killer agrees." ^_^ Right. Aren't art galleries fun? So, what's your na... killer? * Katherine chuckles. "It can be. I guess I can understand the excitement, though." She glances up at the kitten. "Killer, huh." * Marguerite eyes Jonathon askance, then Miles, then chuckles to herself and walks over to a table someplace nearby. (By the way, Killer is the name of a late cat our uncle had. Really was too lazy to be any kind of killer, though. So...) Yeah! He's gonna be big and strong someday! * Katherine seems to consider something for a moment, then shakes her head and just signs the sketch in the lower right hand corner. She seperates the heavy sheet of paper from the rest of the pad and holds it over to Miles. * Jonathon looks at the kitten and then up at Miles, smiling. "Where'd you get that?" So, if you don't mind me asking, what's your name, O noble artiste? * Tim shakes his head again. * Miles puts the kitten on his head. "Get what?" ^_^ (Miles's head or Jonathon's?_ (Eh... Jonathon's. :P) * Miles looks at the sketch and takes it. "Wow, for me?" ^_^ * Jonathon rolls his eyes to the top of his head as he speaks, still smiling. "This presumably illusionary kitten that I am going to attempt to grab just in case it isn't one." He reaches up regardless. * Katherine smiles towards Red. "Katherine Andrews. And I don't work here, really, so you might not see me around so much. And yes, Miles, for you. Just try not to call me Katie too much." Okay Kathrine. ^_^ Well, that was an easy bribe. We'll see how long his memory holds for it. * Marguerite opens the satchel and, attention mostly on the conversation over by Katherine, proceeds to pull out a huge chunk of metal and chrome in the shape of a very large gun. She plops it on the table with a resounding thunk, and busily starts poking and prodding it, causing it to emit various whirrs and beeps. * The kitten is very real. It even paws at Jonathon's nose. * Jonathon plucks the kitten off his head then and chuckles. "Fancy that. A surprise every day." Of course it's real! * Saki looks Katherine over critically. (For those visual thinkers - http://img.4cham.net/b/bubba.jpg ) * Tim looks over at the sound of the thunk, and mutters about there being more to life than just big fancy guns. (Oh lord. Bubba.) ( Phear teh Bubba. ) (You knew it was coming.) * Katherine looks directly at Saki and grins. (/me hops the base isn't destroyed. :P) * Jonathon blinks and smiles slightly at that. "Oh my, a tinkerer." (It's just not Maggie without the phallic compensation.) * Just then Killer vanishes as a portal engulfs him. "But I'm not good enough to keep him here permanently. He's back home now." ^_^; Well I'll be damned. * Marguerite talks to Jonathon while working on the gun. "Just some preventative maintenance." * Katherine nods a couple times. * Miles teleports right next to Tim, taking the drawing with him. The small white ball is nowhere to be found again. "I agree completly." 2d8 ( Whoop, no dice. ) (Diiiiiiiiiiice!) * Dicesuke (akodomakot@ip68-13-175-200.om.om.cox.net) has joined #sab2020 2d8 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Red (2d8) and gets 13. * Jonathon draws his pistol from his shoulder holster again and takes a look at it. "It makes my old trusty one here seem a little inferior." ( HA! double nope. ) * Tim starts slightly at Miles's arrival, "I see my Aunt isn't the only one who can hear anything...so what'd she give you?" (anything->everything) * Marguerite draws a DE .50 from her own shoulder holster and sets it on the table beside Bubba, not stopping in her work. "Every gun has its purpose." * Miles holds out the drawing. It's of him as a fox curled up and sleeping around that white ball he seems to always have. He looks sideways at Tim. "I can't hear everything. I was just guessing." ^_^ * Katherine catches sight of Marguerite's weapons. "Talk about an armory." * Jonathon sighs and holds up both his hands, shaking his head. "If you say so." He suddenly holds his arm out at length without looking and fires over at the targets. * Tim snorts and looks at the sketch, "I see, I see." * Marguerite pulls an MP5 from the satchel and sets it beside the DE. "These are just the essentials. The other stuff I left at home." * Saki shoves her hands in her pockets and heads out the door. So... Would you be the same Kahterine Andrews wot did 'Knight of Wands'? Mmm...I've always been fond of the philosophy of mastering what you have. Overkill is so ostentatious. * Jonathon glances over at Red at that comment, as he was almost ready to fire another shot. * Tim looks up at Red. Anno, what's up? * Miles looks confused. * Katherine chuckles faintly. "Possibly." I'm asking about her art, is all. * Marguerite picks up Bubba and walks over towards the targets. She fires a clean, green bolt of plasma off at a target. * Red looks at the looks she's getting. "What, a sniper can't have interest in art?" [Target is vaporized.] * Tim looks down at Miles, "Don't worry, it's just something else that Katherine has worked on." I haven't done much for that set, though. Oh, okay. ^_^ * Marguerite grins and pats the barrel. "Never said I wasn't a master of what I had, did I?" * Red blinks as Margie shows off. "My goodness." ...That gun on the other hand... * Jex (tankrusher@pcp03095848pcs.ypwest01.mi.comcast.net) has joined #sab2020 Throws a little to the left. * Katherine blinks, then tilts her head. "I'll be right back, if you want to talk art. I just remembered... I need to check something." She slides off the table and heads out. (Hey, Jex, want Ren to show up? XD) * Jonathon smiles slightly. "No...but I'm afraid I still believe that to be overkill." ( Bah. This turned into something while I was gone. What's going on? ) * Miles waves wildly at Katie. "Byeeeeee Kathrine!" (We're in the training room.) * Marguerite sits back down and twiddles a few more controls, waving at Katherine. * Katherine glances and waves back. She's a lot more subdued than Miles, thank goodness. * Jonathon turns his pistol around behind his back and fires off another shot at the targets. * Red nods and waves at the departing artist. "So, you feelin' better, Miles?" * Tim gives his aunt a single wave as she turns around. ( ah. Shortly. VI'll be closing up soon. ) * Miles teleports next to Red. "Yeah." ^_^ It's not overkill if you've got the need for it. (Yeah, Miles is more used to teleporting all over the place than walking. ^^;) This fact I cannot deny. * Marguerite sights down the barrel, then nods, and shuts the gun down. She proceeds to dismantle the Desert Eagle. Quickly. Eh. I prefer accuracy over abundance of force... but whatever works. * Red ruffles Miles' hair. "So what had your nerves all up, anyway?" * Jonathon chuckles at Red. "Seems we think alike." * Miles bats at Red's hands, giggling. "Hey! Um... Those people were scary..." Which people? Saki? * Tim walks back to the group. Nonono. Saki's not scary, just mean. <.< * Ren (tankrusher@pcp03095848pcs.ypwest01.mi.comcast.net) has joined #sab2020 * Marguerite cleans the DE. "Can't sit still long enough to snipe right. I get antsy." She peers in the barrel, and attacks it with a wire brush. * Jex (tankrusher@pcp03095848pcs.ypwest01.mi.comcast.net) has left #sab2020 The ones we ran into yesterday? ( Not here just yet. ) Then who? The fellow who came through with the fusion cannon? ( He could have fallen asleep in a training room or something. :P ) ( He could have. ) * Miles nods and shudders. Who needs to sit still? * Red tilts. "Now what was so scary about him? Or was it the other fellow with him?" * Miles curls up. "I dunno..." * Marguerite blows out the bits of stuff, and looks up at Jonathon critically. "Most people." She proceeds to snap the DE back together again. * Jonathon smiles slightly. "We're not "most people"" It'd be nice to be most people though, less things to worry about that way. How odd. Well, next time it happens, Miles, you don't have to stick around if you don't want to. * Marguerite slams a clip home, then stands and wanders over to aim at a target, then squeezes off four rounds in rapid succession. * Tim nods. (What a waste of good bullets.) [Good hits] (assume hits from now on, unless you starrt doing trick shots or fancy stuff to show off. Roll those.) ( Okay, mostly here now. ^_^ ) * Marguerite nods. "Nice." She wanders back and slips the DE back into the holster. (Oh, should I have rolled those? ^^; * Jonathon opens his coat and drops the pistol into his holster. "Well, I believe I'm done here for the moment. I did have some work to get to.." * Marguerite pulls the clip and starts reloading. "Nice meeting you." Aww, this mean yer leavin', Jon? Not gonna go an' get a drink with alla us? * Ren emerges from one of the rooms. He's not dressed casually, there's a coat on over some body armor, and he's critically eyeing a pistol along the sights as he exits, before thinking to tuck it away. * Miles nods to Red and uncurls. * Jonathon stops and hmms, not turning back to Red. "Are you inviting?" Quite probably. I've found that I enjoy a drink with co-workers, now that I have them. * Marguerite snaps her head up from the loading. "Did you say 'drink'? As in, the alcoholic kind?" * Miles waves at Ren. Anno, I'd get all woozy if I drunk that stuff. * Tim eyes Ren and his gun, "Well, seeing as how this seems to have turned into a gun convention-and in the firing range, imagine that- I think I'll be turning in for the night." Well, I suppose so. Think we should invite Miss Andrews as well then? * Ren shrugs. "I'm done for now." * Miles waves at Tim. "Bye Timmy." ^_^ (Miss Andrews left already.) Nice to meet you, Tim. (Well aware of that) ...I'm definatly out. Goodnight Miles, Marguerite, it was nice to meet you. (Otherwise, he'd just ask her directly of course ^_~) * Red waves. "Later, Tim." * Mechalink (mikey44@dan0169.urh.uiuc.edu) Quit (Quit: Sad empty brain. ) * Tim waves to all and then walks out the door. I think we should, but she doesn't seem to be here. Perhaps Miss MacLochlane will come drink with us? * Red grins. * Miles yawns. "I'm getting tired too. See?" He holds up the picture. Hon, you couldn't stop me from coming along. (C'mon, Jon. You're not scared of Maggie, are ya? Are ya? ^_~) * Jonathon sighs and throws his hands up dramatically. "Honestly, Miss Seifer, you shall be hell on my usually stellar work habits." (Huh? Scared? Why should I be scared?) * Tim is now known as VoidofTim (I'm tired too. I give Red authority to manage the way out and any eating/drinking establishments.) (Just asking. I know I am. ;_;) * Ren grins, seeing Red. It's a big grin. (I'm afraid she's no jolly green giant with a howitzer.) (Bloody green giants?) I shall not! If I have my way you'll be able to get along just fine in the superspy business. Your photography, however, may suffer slightly. * Marguerite eyes Ren up and down. ( need desc? ) * Miles hugs Red, then waves bye to everyone. "Good night all you carazy people! Even you, um... What's your name?" He looks confusedly at Ren. (You do not know Bubba. You'd be right to fear Bubba. I GM'ed Bubba, and grew to fear it greatly.) (YAY GREEN EYES.) * Jonathon smiles sheepishly. "My photography never suffers I'm afraid." 'Night, Miles! ( Ooh! Who else gots green eyes? ) * Red huge back. ( That would be me and Maggie, at least. ) ( Green-eyed devils, the lot of us. XD ) Well, that's fine. You should suffer for yer art, not the other way 'round. (these peoples http://members.lycos.co.uk/rdmgryphon/eyes.txt) * Jonathon smiles even more. "I'm afraid you've mistook me. No matter." (REn, you gonna introduce yourself to Miles?) * Marguerite packs the DE in the holster, and Bubba and the MP5 in the satchel. She cinches it closed, and eyes Ren again. (And Maggie?) Oh? Oh! My apologies, I think I hae. (+v) ( And Red? Red's hawt. You want to introduce yourself to her. ) 2d8-4 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Katherine (2d8-4) and gets 0. * Ren attempts to smooth out his hair, which dosen't work. At all. But after the attempt, he extends a hand to Red. "I don't beleive we've met. I'm Ren. Ren Ran." * Jonathon chuckles and rubs the back of his head. "It's no matter. I actually prefer to be mistaken. Err, well as long as it isn't the sort of mistake that almost gets me hunted, but that only happens once a new moon." He thinks about that statement and adds. "Sometimes literally." (Hey! Maggie's hawt too!) * Red shakes the hand. "Red Seifer. Nice to meet you." (So's Jonathon!) ( But maggie dosen't have green eyes! ) (But she's not supposed to be! ;_;) (... yes she does.) * Miles teleports down, standing. He bows to Ren and smiles. "I'm Miles. Bye!" Just as he says that he vanishes. ( ... Gah. ) (Miles could have green eyes if he really wanted.) * Marguerite holds out her hand. "Marguerite McLochlane. Mad Dog. Or Maggie." She smiles. So, Ren Ran, would you like to join us for drinks? (G'night guys.) * Ren blinks at Miles, for the breif moment he's there, then shakes his head, and turns back to the pretty lady with green eyes. "Of course." * Jonathon leans back against the wall and flips out his phone, dialing Kathy, err, Katherine just in case. * Miles (Zegon@c-24-15-245-98.client.comcast.net) Quit (Quit: Kitsune vanish. LIKE THE NINJA! ) ( bugger all. ) (G'morning, ND!) ( Too late, John! I've eaten her! ) ( Why didn't anybody tell me y'all were planning something? :P ) (Because it wasn't planned? :P) ( Because this wasn't planend? ) (we wern't, it just sorta happened) ( Because it wasn't planned. ) * Marguerite puts down her hand, having been completely ignored. (No wait..it's Kurt's surprise birthday party!) ( Yay! Ren pissed off a hawt girl already! ) * Red notices this. Her oppinion of Ren decreases! "Now, Ren. Yer did see the woman offering her hand ter ya, didn't yer?" (You pissed off the wrong one of the two.) ( I think he pissed off both of them. ) ( He's a dead man. ) (And Jonathon) * Ren blinks, then looks at Maggie. And blinks again, apologetically. "Um... sorry about that. I was distracted." He's got a ... trapped look on his face. ( So where are y'all? :P ) (Going BOOZING) (Shooting range) * Jonathon raises an eyebrow. "Distracted? By?" He then turns back to the phone and smiles. "Ah, Miss Andrews. So you are there." * Marguerite eyes him critically. "I bet." She holds out her hand again. * Red grins impishly, knowing EXACTLY what he was destracted by. * Ren grins, and shakes Maggie's hand, too. "Margeurite? Ren." No, the only reason he remember her name wasn't becuase of upscroll. Really. Haven't met you before, either. So. Anyone wanting food with their alcohol? I know some good places nearby. I'm new. * Jonathon speaks back into the phone. "Not at all. Miss Seifer has given a gracious offer to, how do they put it in the States. Hit the town? Was wondering if you'd like to join us." ( ... I'm all awake and stuff now. ) ( Maggie hits the town. The town DIES. ) (Wander in while they're leaving. ;P) ( Wah. I'm afraid of half these people drunk. ) ( Join us, ND. ) Tell her to put some wings on, there's a bottle of whiskey out there with my name on it. ( Fortunately, Red doesn't *get* drunk. ...now Maggie is another story. ) ( Aw, what the hell. Lemme grab my glasses and some OJ. ) * Ren nods appreciately, at Maggie and Red. "I'm almost sad that we haven't crossed paths before." ( That's the spirit! ) Certainly. Mind if I ask what the matter is or would you prefer not to bore me with the details? * Jonathon smiles at Ren and adds just barely within hearing range. "Sad for whom, I wonder?" * SleepDebugger is now known as Kurt * Marguerite hums and eyes Ren. "You're a gun user, too, eh?" ( Maggie isn't in the dossier to check her desc. What's she look like, 'sides green-eyed and hawt? ) (/me thinks he's actually going to go off to sleep. As he's tired. Any last questions before i go?) ( Got a big overcompensating gun.) ( G'night, Greg. ) (G'night Greg.) * Kurt is whistling loudly and spinning some funny-looking throwing knives as he pops his head into the shooting range. "Do I hear people in here?" (G'night all, pleasant dreams) * Grysar (Grysar@pool-138-88-31-18.res.east.verizon.net) Quit (Quit: Yawn ) * Ren GRINS. "You could say that." As you wish. I hope whatever it is, it resolves itself swiftly. God speed. * Marguerite stops her hand halfway to her gun as Kurt pops in, then sheepishly lowers her hand. Why, yes, you do, Kurt. * Jonathon flips the phone closed and drops it into his pocket. "You may if your ears are functioning properly." He smirks at Kurt. Come, come. We're gonna go get food and drink, soon. Meet Maggie, she's new. * Marguerite hold out her hand. "Maggie or Mad Dog. One or the other." * Kurt pops the rest of the way into the shooting range, spots Red and nods, then spots Maggie and double-takes. * Ren glances at Kurt, too. Yes, there's two of us, now. Beware! * Marguerite grins. She's been growing me on her back for weeks. Just popped off last night. * Kurt takes Maggie's offered hand and shakes it strongly. "Very pleased to meet you, Maggie." Oh, good. I was afraid I'd been drinking already and forgotten. What's your specialty? Killing people, generally. * Red grins. "Kurt is... well, he's not really a ninja, honest." I can't be a ninja, there's no such thing. * Red snickers at that. * Ren laughs. * Marguerite opens her eyes a little wider at the "killing people" line, then laughs at the ninja bit. I generally do whatever I'm hired to do, whether that's killing somebody, protecting, retrieving information, people, or objects, or just being my normal happy self. You're lucky I'm not a ninja, though. The purpose of ninja is to flip out and kill people. And what's your normal happy self enjoy doing...I don't believe I quite caught the name." A mercenary, then. Just my type. Kurt. Kurt Petros. * Red shrugs. "We're all mercenaries here, to one extent or another." And we might want to get out of here before the sprinkler system goes off or something. * Jonathon smiles at Red. "Again, you wound me." He sighs dramatically. "You female types always seem to have a knack at that, I'm afraid." Now, I wouldn't call myself a mercenary. Ah. Mister Petros. Very well then. * Red snickers again. * Marguerite pulls out a pair of mirrored Ray-Bans and slaps them on. "Were we gonna go drinkin' or was that a sweet nothing somebody was whispering in my ear?" Drinking sounds good. I need to wind down. We were. I believe Miss Andrews shall be around shortly. She has my number if she wishes to join us. Drinking. And the exit is this way. * Ren bows. "If you'll excuse me for a moment, I need to change." * Red walks towards the exit! * Marguerite follows Red! * Jonathon follows the rest. He even offers transportation if people need it. Isn't he nice? * Kurt pops out the exit and around the corner just in time to slip on wet floor and upend a bucket of mop water, thoroughly soaking his backside. That was impossibly smooth, Kurt. * Ren goes off some way that's not the exit! And returns just in time to meet people at the exit, not in the bulky body armor anymore. * Red offers a hand to help the wet ninja up. * Marguerite laughs. And also has transportation. *_* (Kurt's inherited the water bucket magnet just as his cohort inherited the tree magnet.) (Could be worse, he could have falling object magnet) * Kurt is gratefully helped up. * Kurt looks down at the bucket, sighs a little, and continues on his merry way. * Ren eyes the fallen Kurt for a moment in confusion, then shrugs. Nothing I can do about it, so I just don't worry about it. Well. Shall we take the Timestop Express, or go to the garage? * Kurt shrugs. "You decide. I ran here." * Ren shrugs. "I'll take the train." We might as well all go together. The Timestop Express it is, then. * Jonathon keeps his hands in his pockets as he walks. "My car has four spaces. The back is a little cramped, but whoever needs to is welcome to come along." Oh, but the train is so much more fun. I'm not forcing you, mind you. * Ren grins. "And the roof, too." * Red leads to the subway exit, which seems drab and unremarkable until the subway train comes to an abrupt halt at it. Someone on the train is in the process of spilling their coffee, which sits frozen in mid-spill. "All aboard." * Kurt shrugs and follows to the timestop express, still dripping wet in places. * Jonathon whistles off to the side and shrugs, making his way to his car. He's a spoil sport, I know. Hmm. Don't suppose we can move anybody? * Marguerite follows. Don't need to. There's room. * Red steps on, making sure she's not in the direction of the spilling coffee. * Ren hops on the train, taking an empty spot. "No matter how many times I take this, it's always a little creepy." * Marguerite gets on. "What, exactly, is this thing?" I find it rather amusing, actually. Although I wonder if people curse the subway system for making them late. This, now, is magic. I'm quite sure of it. Oh, nice. Magic. Magic is very nice. It's no substitute for real skill, but it's always nice to have around. [ Once everyone's aboard, the train resumes along at the same speed it was going. Poor SOB gets a coffee-burn. ] * Marguerite looks around, a little distrustfully. S'rong? * Red tells you all when the stop is close, and she gets off the train. Hopefully the rest of you do the same! * Kurt wonders where Red will lead him THIS time. * Marguerite gets off. "Nothin'. Just uncertain about this train business." It's just a train, mostly. I try not to think about it. Sounds like a good plan. * Red leads up to a small, hole-in-the-wall Mexican place that smells good but doesn't look like it gets much business. But then, I try not to use the subway in general. * Red leads in! Even as her player becomes very tired. "I hope Mexican is alright with everyone? Be careful, it's spicy. By English standards, anyway." * Ren shrugs. "Mexican is okay." * Kurt blinks. "They've got beer, ya?" * Marguerite sniffs the air. "Damn, that smells good." Yes. Hard to go wrong with a place that's got good beer. * Marguerite walks in. * Red sits down at the bar, since only that and two small tables are in evidence. She speaks in Spanish to the bartender, ordering a margarita for herself and passing menus to the rest of you mooks. * Marguerite orders a bottle of Cuervo 1800 Arejo. And an enchilada plate. * Ren walks in, a bit stiffly. He relaxes after he gets to take in the surroundings. ( Hardcore. ) * Red orders tacos al carbon for herself. * Jonathon walks in shortly after, pocketting something before he heads on in. He glances a little around the place before smiling to the crew and walking further in. * Kurt slumps down in his chair and orders... something. He's not sure what, but it looks like it's got some sort of meat in, and will go well with beer. (BRB. Tawlk amongst yerselves, or there'll be hell to pay!) * Ren takes a deep breath. "Reminds me of the cajun cooking back home." * Ren looks for the spiciest thing on the menu, and orders that. * Kurt shudders. "Nasty stuff, that." Don't knock it till you've had it. * Jonathon hmms as he heads over. "Mexican. Can't say it's my favorite.." What, Cajun? Nobody's ever really had the stuff. It's different every damn time. (Back. And I'm tempted to say Ren ordered Menudo, but that's not spicy at all. ^_~) I swear, "Gumbo" is cajun for "Random ingredients". * Red laughs. ( Menudo is definitely not spicy. ) * Ren laughs. ( No. Sickening, sure! Spicy, no. ) I thought that was Jambalaya * Marguerite taps on the table. She lights up a cigarette, despite the total lack of indications that this might be a smoking area. The cigarette is a Camel unfiltered. No, Jambalaya means "Put in enough spice and they'll never guess what's in it." * Ren nods sagely. "Also good." I'm all in favor of fire, but I'd rather be able to taste my food, thank you. So noted. I'm learning so much about Yankee culture already. Problem with Cajun is it's French cooking without the French to help it out. Assuming you like French cooking, anyway. ( Aww. C'mon, man, Cajun's good. ;_; ) ( Can't stand the stuff. ) Well, yeah. It's the soul food of French cooking. I love it, but It's got its peculiarities. French cookery isn't bad. But they focus more on presentation than actual taste in my opinion. [ The bartender/chef makes sure Maggie has an ash tray. ] I prefer German cooking. ( The real stuff's good. ) * Marguerite taps her cig into it. "I was stationed in Nawlins for a while." Or, barring an actual German, somebody from Wisconsin is an acceptable substitute. If it has flavor I'm all for it. German's good. Ah, German cookery. The wurst capital of the world. If it can't be made using beer and sausage, why make it? * Marguerite shoots Jon a look. "I've killed men for lesser puns." * Red snickers. "That was terrible, Jon." * Jonathon thinks about how that sounds and points upward, adding. "I did not mean it to sound like that. Really." Which reminds me. Italian cooking is pretty damn good, too. They've got a proper appreciation of sausage, though their preference for wine is... disturbing. * Ren (tankrusher@pcp03095848pcs.ypwest01.mi.comcast.net) Quit (Ping timeout ) Italian's good. Really, though, I'm a fan of old Mongolian style. *tap tap* Grill fucking everything. * Red shrugs. "Works for me." [ The food is done cooking. Yay! ] * Marguerite stabs out her cigarette and takes a ... decidedly UNhealthy swig of the tequila. (Straight from the bottle!) P'raps you'd like a hypodermic? * Jonathon (rowyn2001@adsl-67-113-247-3.dsl.snfc21.pacbell.net) Quit (Ping timeout ) My goodness. * Marguerite slams it down with a gasp. "Naw, can't taste it that way." She digs into her enchiladas with gusto. * Marguerite manages to work out "Anyone wants some help yourself" between bites. * Kurt grins and shakes his head, instead digging into... whatever that mess on his plate is. * Red eats delicately at her tacos and has the occasional sip of margarita. * VoidofTim (RanDoMs@dpc6935171138.direcpc.com) Quit (Quit: I don't actualy exist you know ) Dunno what this is, but it's... not bad. Not the greatest, but not bad, either. 's pretty good food, actually. * Marguerite takes another gulp of tequila. "Lemme rephrase. This is fucking fantastic." She eats more of the enchilada. * Red grins, and so does the cook. * Marguerite eyes Red. "You don't own it, do you?" What? No, no. It's just one of the places I frequent. * Jex (tankrusher@pcp03095848pcs.ypwest01.mi.comcast.net) has joined #sab2020 * Marguerite nods, and takes another swig, then caps the bottle. It's about half empty. "Just checkin'." * Jex is now known as Ren ( Gah. ) (Re.) * Kurt finishes up his comparitively small plate of food and kicks back with beer in hand. * Red gets a look on her face like she's considering buying the place, now. * Marguerite polishes off her enchiladas. "Hoo, that was good." She lights up another cigarette. If this is what y'all do for fun around here, I think I'll fit in just fine. Dunno, I haven't been here that long. * Ren was pretty silent while he was eating. Must've been savoring the taste or something. Although he dosen't waste a moment to chug down a glass of whatever's closest when he finishes the last bite, though. * Red shrugs. "Don't see why not. Although no doubt some would argue the missions are the fun part." Well, the one I've been on thus far has been pretty fun. Aside from the end. * Ren leans back. "The fun part is the missions. This is just relaxation." * Marguerite frowns. "Missions are work. Any fun you get's secondary." Tap tap. If it was just work, I wouldn't be doing them. * Red gestures to Ren and Kurt. "As I said." * Ren stretches. "I'm already retired. I don't need another job." Retired already? Unusual circumstances. Ah. Then the work yer do for SAB doesn't count? * Marguerite chuckles. "Retirin' ain't as easy as just doing it." * Ren laughs. SAB is something to do. * Red nods. Althought the extra dough dosen't hurt. You're lucky to have the option. I'm just glad I got a job after my last gig. *tap tap* Oh? What was your last gig? * Marguerite shakes her head. "Not that drunk yet." She grins, stubs out the cigarette, and lights up another. * Ren grins. "A valid answer." * Red nods, and has another sip of Margarita. * Marguerite eyes the bottle. "Barely even tipsy. What the hell was in those enchiladas?" * Ren raises an eyebrow. Probably just volume of food. You did just eat an entire enchilada platter. * Marguerite shrugs. "Eh, could be. " (z_z) (z_z indeed.) ( Bah. The cute green eyed girls go and pass out. ) ( Heh. ) Well, ladies... it's been wonderful having dinner with you, but it's a long run back to southern England. (I am an hour and a half past me bedtime. My attempt to rebalance my sleep schedule is now shot to hell.) ( Balance? What's that? =p ) Yeah, I gotta get back and get in some target practice before I go finish off the rest of this. * Marguerite gestures with the bottle. Good seein' yer, Kurt. I think I need ter turn in, too. * Ren shrugs. "At least you're shooting before drinking." Maggie, nice meetin' yer. Ren, good've yer ta come along. More like in the middle. Only cause it has to happen sometime. Nice to meet you Kurt, Ren. I'm off to home. My bed's callin'. And Red. * Kurt gives Maggie and Red a mock salute and bow, slaps down enough cash to cover pretty much everybody's tab, and exits stage left. Well... drinkning more. *eyes the bottle* Glad to have come along. * Marguerite eyes the wad, and puts away her wallet. "Nice of him." * Ren blinks at Red, with those green eyes of his. "You too? Yep. Days get long when they start in the morning. [ Session End. z.z ]