You have just entered room "Chat 31403307172319576049."
MilesMk1 has entered the room.
Umbrafer has entered the room.
Thematrian1: We're short a Dragcrell, but otherwise good to go
Thematrian1: it looks like
MilesMk1: Hey.
Umbrafer: This should've been Chat 3.14159265358979323
Thematrian1: hehe
Vernjonal has entered the room.
Thematrian1: next time
Vernjonal: And oddly enough my other client doesn't seem to be hating chats today.
Thematrian1: yay!
CirclMastr has entered the room.
Vernjonal: Somday I'll have to figure out if there's any rhyme or reason to when it crashes and when it doesn't.
Thematrian1: ok, I have not heard from Dragcrell. We're only down one person, so we can still go.
Umbrafer: So any news on how much info goes into that SIN?
CirclMastr: I say we kill them all and God will sort the dead
CirclMastr: And by "we" I mean "we let Snoog"
Umbrafer: Oderint dum metuant.
MilesMk1: Is there any info I need to have about last session's end? I understand we got the crate back, etc. - I'm assuming nothing happened involving Blake?
MilesMk1: Insert obligatory "Your character had a sex-change operation" joke.
CirclMastr: We killed Blake and God sorted you to the recycling bin
MilesMk1: Ha!
Umbrafer: Actually, we did the sorting
Umbrafer: Or rather Tanamous did
CirclMastr: Same difference
Umbrafer: Trickster took over your role as Lead Interrogator. Your character helped carry the crate, I think that's it.
CirclMastr: Apparently interrogations in Fox-speak is really convincing
MilesMk1: Ok... So, what are we doing now?
Thematrian1: well, he maintained the "threaten people with a blowtorch" school of personal interaction
Thematrian1: you got the crate, and were paying a visit to Ms. Johnson IIRC
Umbrafer: Correct
Umbrafer: With a body in a trashbag
Umbrafer: That may or may not have much left of his head
Thematrian1: plenty of jaw, forehead not so much
Thematrian1: unless you used EX rounds or something, which IIRC you were not
Umbrafer: Nope
Umbrafer: Just a standard 9S Sporting Rifle round with 12 successes behind it.
MilesMk1: I guess with Trickster out of it, I'm on body-carrying detail?
Thematrian1: that seems likely
Umbrafer: Smart lad. ;-)
Umbrafer: SIN contains name, birthdate and location, citizenship, and details of parents.
Thematrian1: ah, good
Thematrian1: the same sort of thing is in SR3, but much less specific
Umbrafer: All SIN registries are shared with the GSINR.
CirclMastr: So badabing, badaboom, we can do it via Matrix null sheen
Umbrafer: Seems like it.
MilesMk1: Why are we mucking around with SIN numbers, BTW?
CirclMastr: Hassle-free border crossing
MilesMk1: Ah. Are we still travelling as cargo, or is this a better way?
Umbrafer: This is a better way unless one of us has Mafia contacts
MilesMk1: Umm... Nope, none of mine apply.
Umbrafer: The fox probably lacks contacts. In fact, we know he does, because he wasn't naked when we met him.
Thematrian1: yep, no contacts at all for him
CirclMastr: He might hae used BeCKS
Umbrafer: Hm.
MilesMk1: How does Friend of a Friend type of stuff work? I have a decent amount of contacts, but I'm sure it's too much of a long shot...
MilesMk1: Even if they knew someone, they'd probably charge us through the nose.
Umbrafer: And that sort of thing takes time, and creates the possibility of the wrong party hearing.
Thematrian1: So: driving back to the meet location?
Umbrafer: j4
CirclMastr: ii desu ne
Thematrian1: ?
MilesMk1: Tak.
CirclMastr: Da\
MilesMk1: Ochen horosho.
Umbrafer: 1
MilesMk1: We broke the GM's brain.
Thematrian1: When you get back to the warehouse, she's not there.
Thematrian1: There's a light on inside
Thematrian1: (There's some Buffy playing in the background, it's distracting)
CirclMastr: (Buffy is evil)
CirclMastr: Headache is also evil
Thematrian1: (If I randomly start spouting about vampires, please be polite)
MilesMk1: "Well, let me see if anyone is home."
Umbrafer: Scanning for humans in the immediate vicinity
*OnlineHost*: Umbrafer rolled 5 6-sided dice: 6 4 2 2 2
*OnlineHost*: Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 1
CirclMastr: *staying in el van*
MilesMk1: (waiting to see what Alex found, if anything)
Thematrian1: there are humans in the surrounding houses, a whole bunch of humans in one house in particular, and one human in the warehouse.
Thematrian1: s/human/metahuman
Umbrafer: Her instructions were to meet her back there, correct?
Thematrian1: yep
CirclMastr: So it's obviously a trap
CirclMastr: Missile to building!
Umbrafer: "There's someone in the warehouse. It may be her."
MilesMk1: I'm sure she wasn't going to stand out in the street for hours, waiting for us to show up.
MilesMk1: "Let me take a look." *opens door, gets out, looks around, approaches the warehous to ring/knock*
Thematrian1: you knock on the door. It doesn't quite fall off its hinges
CirclMastr: Damn, knock harder guys
MilesMk1: Any reaction from the inside?
Thematrian1: none visible to you
MilesMk1: *Stands to the side of the door and listens for a few seconds*
Thematrian1: You hear nothing.
MilesMk1: (into the radio) *any motion inside?*
MilesMk1: Doh.
MilesMk1: *="
Umbrafer: "Nothing doing."
MilesMk1: "Going to check it out."
MilesMk1: *pushes door open, ready to dive for cover and draw gun*
Umbrafer: Holding an action to say "movement" whenever the person inside moves.
Thematrian1: ::nod::
Thematrian1: No motion
CirclMastr: Holding an action to grope Alex when she isn't looking (j.k)
MilesMk1: What do I see inside?
Thematrian1: The interior is dim. You have eye lights, so you get to see thirty years of urban decay compressed into a five hundred square feet.
Thematrian1: Toward the back, Ms. Johnson is lying on an old, lousy bed.
MilesMk1: No people visible?
Thematrian1: (I'd have mentioned this earlier, but I forgot the eyelights)
Thematrian1: Her eyes are closed, her breathing slow and regular.
CirclMastr: (She's being possessed, kill her!)
MilesMk1: *Carefully scans the area, then walks close enough so he doesn't have to yell, and says "Ms.Johnson?"*
Thematrian1: Her eyes snap open; it takes them a few moments to re-adjust to the gloom.
Umbrafer: *Takes a second to write up an obituary for Blake*
CirclMastr: (Make it half a second)
Thematrian1: She makes an abortive reach for something in her goat, pauses, then relaxes and smiles at you.
Thematrian1: er
Thematrian1: s/goat/coat
Umbrafer: ("That's a nice goat you have there")
CirclMastr: ("Do you know it's not legal to put your hand in a goat that way in the UCAS?")
MilesMk1: (Obituary?)
Thematrian1: "You're back. Did you get it?"
MilesMk1: "We have both the things you ased for."
MilesMk1: (asked)
Thematrian1: She relaxes the rest of the way, and whispers a few words in Russian.
CirclMastr: ("I can kill him after he gives me the crate")
Thematrian1: "Bring it here. I must inspect the contents."
Thematrian1: "Bring the head, too."
MilesMk1: "Sure." *walks out listening for sounds of sudden movement*
Thematrian1: Nothin'
MilesMk1: *gets into van*
CirclMastr: She's slowly pulling the gun
MilesMk1: "She's here. Wants to check the merchandise."
MilesMk1: "What's that you're writing?"
Thematrian1: ::giggle::
Umbrafer: "Nothing, nothing."
Umbrafer: "The body's in the trashbag, as usual."
MilesMk1: "Right. Let me take that in first, I'm not leaving here alone with the crate."
MilesMk1: *checks the bag for leaks, throws it over his shoulder, and walks into the warehouse.*
MilesMk1: (not leaving HER alone)
Thematrian1: (That changes things a tad)
Thematrian1: Ms. Johnson is up and walking toward you.
Thematrian1: She holds out a hand for the trashbag.
MilesMk1: (The bag has the whole guy inside it, right?)
Thematrian1: yep
MilesMk1: (And she
Thematrian1: (Yes)
CirclMastr: (She's coming to kill us all!)
MilesMk1: (And she looks like she wants to take the whole thing?)
Thematrian1: (Hah. Psychic powers="ACTIVE")
MilesMk1: *Gives the bag over.*
Thematrian1: She grabs it with both hands. She's clearly not strong enough to pick it up, but she lowers it gently-ish.
MilesMk1: *Helps her lower it to the ground*
Thematrian1: She tears open the trashbag, and wrestles with it a bit until she finds the head.
Thematrian1: If she feels any squeemishness over the oozed brains and so forth, she keeps it to herself.
CirclMastr: ("Revenge is a dish best served brains")
Thematrian1: She smiles a little, and says something else in Russian.
CirclMastr: ("With some fava beans and a nice chiante")
MilesMk1: (The spider picking any of this up? We really need some translation software...)
Thematrian1: "You've more than earned your pay."
Thematrian1: (Brb, bathroom)
Umbrafer: (Yep, I'm listening in. No Russian knowledge, though.)
You have just entered room "Chat 31403307172319576049."
Umbrafer: We don't need no steenking GM! Er, hi there.
Thematrian1: And that's what happens when the cats play with an ethernet cord that stretches across 4 rooms.
Umbrafer: *Laughs*
CirclMastr: Funny you should mention
CirclMastr: I was about to punt a cat off my lap
Umbrafer: Cute kitties.
MilesMk1: It seems like everyone I game with has a cat. And I'm allergic.
CirclMastr: It's not mine, it's my mom's
Umbrafer: We can hold the games at my house. I've got four cats.
MilesMk1: If it wasn't for claritin, I'd have to say goodbye to RPGs.
Thematrian1: yeah, the same's true of SF readers.
Umbrafer: Where cat is, is civilization.
MilesMk1: Where cat is, is dander.
Thematrian1: Where cat is, is cat hair.
Umbrafer: I can knit a few extra cats from the ambient cat hair.
Thematrian1: well, anyway.
MilesMk1: Bah. They'll abandon humanity the moment someone makes a can opener that you can work without opposable thumbs.
Thematrian1: "Are you going to take the smuggling job?"
MilesMk1: "Yes, we will. I assume you still want to see the crate?"
Thematrian1: "Indeed."
MilesMk1: *heads out, gets crate, comes back*
Umbrafer: (Actually, I've known a few cats who have been evolving opposable thumbs)
Thematrian1: She pauses. "Would you go, please?"
CirclMastr: (She wants to fuck the corpse)
CirclMastr: (It's the only way she can get a guy hard *rimshot* )
Umbrafer: (If that were true she'd've asked that we asphyxiate him.)
MilesMk1: *steps out of the building, but waits outside the door and listens for any alerts from Alex*
Thematrian1: A few minutes pass. She re-opens the door.
CirclMastr: (Hastily dressed?)
Thematrian1: (No)
CirclMastr: (Damn)
Thematrian1: "They didn't even open it."
Thematrian1: "It's fine, everything's fine. You can leave tonight if you want."
Thematrian1: You get the feeling that he's babbling with relief, a trifle.
Umbrafer: (She?)
Thematrian1: (...yeah)
MilesMk1: "I'm glad to hear that... Would there be a retrieval fee forthcoming, by any chance?"
Thematrian1: "Yes, as we agreed."
MilesMk1: *waits expectantly*
Thematrian1: She starts removing things from her jacket: credsticks and wads of cash.
Umbrafer: Mmm, hard cash.
CirclMastr: Ewww
MilesMk1: *Switches to waiting politely*
Thematrian1: "It's a little more than thirty thousand, at the current exchange rates."
Thematrian1: "Think of it as a bonus."
MilesMk1: "Thank you."
MilesMk1: "By the way... the people he was trying to do business with mentioned who he worked for... How hard are his employers going to look for him?"
Thematrian1: The sticks look right. The cash is a mess; a dozen different currencies.
Umbrafer: I'm going to take note of what currencies were involved when he returns to the van.
MilesMk1: *Briefly looks the cash over to get an idea if the amount looks even vaguely right, then puts it away.*
Thematrian1: It looks right-ish, though you'd need a reader of some kind to check the sticks.
MilesMk1: "Let me get the crate... And is there any specific information for us, now? Contact info?"
Thematrian1: "Yes, of course."
Thematrian1: Her eyes narrow a trifle. "Are you the only one left?"
MilesMk1: "Left?"
Umbrafer: (I am so very tempted to wave at her with the minispider, but that might be bad)
Thematrian1: "From this killing."
MilesMk1: "We have taken no casualties. And no, I don'
MilesMk1: t have a habit of speaking about myself in the third person."
Thematrian1: (First person plural.)
Thematrian1: "Very well."
MilesMk1: (Oh. Yeah.)
Thematrian1: (She doesn't catch it though)
MilesMk1: ("Are you the only living witness to this murder I ordered?")
Thematrian1: (Hehe)
Thematrian1: "Your contact is Victor Adamchik, who is registered as a professor of mathematics at UCLA."
Umbrafer: (Damn. I'd wanted to ask something, but now I've forgotten what it was.)
MilesMk1: "Adamchik. Right."
Thematrian1: "He lives the life of a professor, and should be easy to find."
Thematrian1: "You can identify yourself to him by telling him you're one of Emily's friends."
Umbrafer: "Hey Shoj. Do me a favour and look up one Victor Adamchik, professor of Maths at UCLA?"
MilesMk1: "Who do we contact for payment once the job is over?"
Thematrian1: "He will have your money. I'll let him know you're coming."
Thematrian1: She gives you a sheet of cardboard on which an address is written in crude marker.
Thematrian1: "This is his address, where he may be found if he's not teaching."
CirclMastr: *plugs herself in and logs into UCASGoogle*
CirclMastr: (And, brb)
MilesMk1: "Very well. If there's nothing else, I believe we'll be on our way."
MilesMk1: *loads crate*
Thematrian1: She nods to you as you turn to go.
Umbrafer: (She's hitting on Blake!)
Thematrian1: So, if there's nothing else: you have the crate.
Umbrafer: "We're going to be doing a lot of driving in the next few days. If anyone wants me to stop so they can pick up a change of clothes or so we can buy some blankets or pillows for the back of the van, let me know. Have we figured out..
Umbrafer: "...how we're dealing with the borders?"
CirclMastr: (BAck)
CirclMastr: "Some shares of preferred stock ought to do it easily enough"
Umbrafer: "Get on that."
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 11 6-sided dice: 4 2 6 5 2 3 1 4 2 3 4
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 1 6-sided die: 1
MilesMk1: "Do you have any preferences for what other gear we can bring on-board?"
MilesMk1: "I assume not, since if we get stopped, we'll have bigger problems than my AK and a couple of grenades..."
Umbrafer: "As long as it doesn't smell bad, mess up the van, or get the border patrols interested in us, I don't care."
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 11 6-sided dice: 3 5 1 1 3 2 5 6 3 4 3
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
MilesMk1: "Well, I'd like to make a pit-stop to pick up some gear, and maybe a sleeping bag and definitely some clothes."
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
Thematrian1: /me is ashamed of the UCLA computer system.
CirclMastr: "Hey, anyone want a PhD from UCLA?"
Umbrafer: Hehehe
Umbrafer: "PhDs all around!"
CirclMastr: "Looks like our contact is a perv"
Umbrafer: "Do tell?"
CirclMastr: "Let's just say it involves gerbils and duct tape"
Umbrafer: "…"
Vernjonal has left the room.
Umbrafer: (That was odd)
Umbrafer has left the room.
Umbrafer has entered the room.
Vernjonal has entered the room.
Umbrafer: (Don't mind me)
MilesMk1: We've learned to forgive you these small lapses.
Umbrafer: "Let's gather up our stuff."
CirclMastr: "Firebug too. And still a perv"
Umbrafer: "Firebug?"
Thematrian1: Now, now, he was cleared of all charges.
Thematrian1: His record says so.
MilesMk1: "So, who am I going to be? I'm not sure I can pass as a PhD, don't exactly look the type..."
CirclMastr: Yeah, and we all know records are to be taken at face value
MilesMk1: "Just to let you know, as far as 'stuff; goes, I'm preparing for every eventuality."
Umbrafer: "You people are the ones who'll have to sit back there with it all."
Umbrafer: (Ah, the joys of bucket seats)
MilesMk1: "Well, I'm not taking the ATGM launcher, but it's still going to be a pretty big bag..."
CirclMastr: "Long as I have my legroom"
Umbrafer: "Makes no difference to me. If you bring too much stuff, you're the one who'll suffer from it."
CirclMastr: "Guy got a complaint for sexual harrassment too. I don't think I'm going to like him"
MilesMk1: "Can't be worse than our first J... And you managed not to shoot him."
Umbrafer: "He's giving us money."
CirclMastr: "First J never actually touched me"
MilesMk1: "Well, you might not even have to meet the guy."
CirclMastr: "Ghost willing"
Umbrafer: "How long is that stock going to take?"
CirclMastr: "Don't worry, we'll have it long before we hit the border"
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 11 6-sided dice: 6 4 4 5 3 1 1 1 2 6 4
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 2 6-sided dice: 5 6
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
Umbrafer: Driving people around to their respective dwellings.
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 12 6-sided dice: 4 2 1 1 5 6 2 2 6 6 5 5
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 3 6-sided dice: 5 2 3
MilesMk1: *Blake comes back with a large heavy-looking duffel and a backpack.*
CirclMastr: "Hon, have you got my Alpha back there still?"
Umbrafer: "If you left it in here it should still be around"
CirclMastr: "Boys, can you see it back there?"
Umbrafer: *Listens to the deafening sound of silence*
MilesMk1: *looks around for it*
CirclMastr: *is busily working while playing with Alex's hair*
Thematrian1: It's there.
Thematrian1: The van has gotten somewhat messy though.
MilesMk1: *Makes an effort to clean up and organize.*
Umbrafer: "How many of these things will we need?" *Indicates the various drones*
MilesMk1: "Have you ever used them all so far?"
CirclMastr: "Guy eats out a lot"
MilesMk1: "Bacheolor?"
MilesMk1: "Bachelor?"
Umbrafer: "Nope. I'm thinking the unarmed Strato, the blimp, and maybe one more."
CirclMastr: "Watches too much porn to have a girlfriend"
MilesMk1: "An armed one? And, of course, the spider."
Umbrafer: "Of course. Spider and Kimji are coming. Do we want a grenade launcher or an MMG?"
MilesMk1: "I guess the MMG is a little more surgical... And we already have 2 grenade launchers between Shojo's Alpha and my AK."
Umbrafer: "One last question: do we want the artillery along?"
MilesMk1: "The ATGM?"
Umbrafer: "Yep"
MilesMk1: (I thought it was a permanent fixture in the turret?)
CirclMastr: "Hey hun, you want to know anything on the contact's life? I'm on his home telecom unit"
MilesMk1: "If it doesn't increase our chance of getting caught, why not? Who knows what we'll run into..."
Umbrafer: (Nope, the turret has an MMG installed. I was considering swapping it out for an ATGM, but the MMG is better as a primary weapon)
Umbrafer: (A MMG? An MMG? Stupid vowel sound with no vowel.)
Thematrian1: An
MilesMk1: (Ok, scratch that last response, then.)
Thematrian1: 'M' is pronounced "em", and it's vowel sounds that govern that rule.
Umbrafer: "What's his favourite food
Umbrafer: ?"
MilesMk1: "Keep it in the back with the rest of the gear, that way it'll be around for emergencies?"
CirclMastr: "Something called churcheeritos or something like that"
Umbrafer: "Sounds good."
Umbrafer: Driving over to my place, blacking out the windows some distance away. "Sorry about the windows. I won't be long."
CirclMastr: "This guy has no fucking life"
CirclMastr: "How the hell can he be our contact?"
MilesMk1: "A very eleborate cover?"
Umbrafer: Taking a quick shower, grabbing clothing, fueling everything while calling Sigrun and Nev and letting them know I'll be away for a bit, leaving most of the drones at home.
MilesMk1: "Or maybe just someone with a lot of dirty secrets, and easy for Ms.J to manipulate..."
CirclMastr: "I'm sitting here watching trid of him nearly falling asleep watching fucking nature shows"
CirclMastr: "He's got no calls coming in"
Umbrafer: Reloading the miniblimp.
CirclMastr: "Hey, guy, call the J up and ask her if she made contact with him yet"
Umbrafer: How many ATGMs do I have again?
MilesMk1: "What do I tell her when she asks why I want to know?"
MilesMk1: (10)
Umbrafer: I'm bringing the launcher, one round in the launcher, and two more rounds. We'll have to make them last.
CirclMastr: "Tell her we're on our way there and want to make sure he knows we're coming"
Umbrafer: Also grabbing some music and maybe a good movie or two if there's one immediately available.
Thematrian1: Heh. Paying a visit to Movie Shack?
Umbrafer: If the others have something offhand that they want to see.
CirclMastr: *waits for Blake to make the call*
MilesMk1: "That's kind of thin, don't you think? I don't think I can make that belieavable."
CirclMastr: "Try"
CirclMastr: "Also, what's in that crate anyway?"
MilesMk1: "She insisted on keeping that to herself."
CirclMastr: "....So? Open it up"
Umbrafer: (Heh. Am I back yet? This is sounding worrisome.)
CirclMastr: "And make the damn call, you slow or something?"
MilesMk1: "I think we need to leave the crate alone."
Thematrian1: (Back from what? Were you going in to get the movies in person?)
Umbrafer: (No, back from showering, changing, grabbing stuff, fueling, etc)
MilesMk1: "And I'm not calling her with nothing but my acting skills to go on. She'll know we're tring to poke into her business."
Thematrian1: (Ah, ok. And no, not quite.)
CirclMastr: "Moron, it's a legitimate question. As far as I can tell this isn't the guy. We need to make sure he's the guy"
Thematrian1: There's a pause.
Thematrian1: Alex gets back.
Umbrafer: (Whew.)
Umbrafer: "I'm ready. Anything else? Want to pick up a movie for the trip or something?"
MilesMk1: "Run this by Alex... If she thinks it's a good idea, I'll make the call."
Umbrafer: "What?"
CirclMastr: "Hun, as far as I can tell this isn't the guy. I want Dumbo back there to call the J to confirm she contacted him, and he's too chickenshit"
Umbrafer: "Under what pretext?"
MilesMk1: "...is what I said."
CirclMastr: "That we want to make sure he's going to be at the pickup?"
Umbrafer: "If we call, we let her know what we know."
CirclMastr: "So call"
Umbrafer: "The guy sounds like a louse. In our line of work, that sounds like a contact. Anything making you think otherwise?"
CirclMastr: "He's got no ties to the shadow world, how can he be a contact? Unless the crate has gerbil porn or ReddiMeals, he's got no use for it"
Umbrafer: "Mule."
Thematrian1: ::giggle::
Thematrian1: (Times like this I wish I kept a quote file)
Umbrafer: (I'm considering starting a SotSW quotefile)
CirclMastr: "If he was a mule, he'd have to have someone to pass it on to. There's no record of him doing ANYTHING like that"
MilesMk1: "What's he supposed to have, a neon sign saying "Russian Arms Shipment Wanted?""
MilesMk1: "Perhaps there's more to him than what's in the Matrix."
CirclMastr: "I'm on his HOME telecom. He falls asleep to nature shows"
Umbrafer: "Hell, he could even not be the guy. It'd make sense for them to give us a fake, given how easy it was to track down all of that."
CirclMastr: "Nice to know you appreciate my efforts"
Umbrafer: "They're appreciated. I know you know your stuff. How heavy was were the defenses?"
Umbrafer: Er, drop that was.
CirclMastr: "Didn't even meet any. You know I'm quieter than that"
Umbrafer: "You're good, but if they didn't even slow you down, odds are they weren't that heavy. If they weren't, if the information can't be protected, it makes sense to mislead us"
CirclMastr: "You know most people don't bother ICing up their home coms. And UCLAnet is no cakewalk"
Umbrafer: "I'm still not sure we can justify it to the Johnson."
Umbrafer: "What would we get from her, anyway?"
Umbrafer: "If she's hiding info from us, she'll either blow up or continue hiding it"
CirclMastr: "Well if he's not the guy, I'm going to screw up his life. Guy needs some excitement"
Thematrian1: (Hehe. The "implicated in arson" stuff wasn't excitement enough?")
Umbrafer: *Smiles* "Just send him a gerbil with a Snakeyes to PETA."
MilesMk1: "Pissing her off is something which I'd rather avoid, since I was put in touch with her by a good friend of mine, and I don't feel like causing him problems."
CirclMastr: *shows printout of the guy's face to Alex*
Thematrian1: He's 61, sorta flabby, balding. No glasses at least.
Umbrafer: (You can toss stuff up on the viewscreens in the van if you connect the deck to the van. It's got the proper ports and everything)
CirclMastr: (But I was gonna do stuff on the way there)
MilesMk1: "...or like annoying people who proved they can get us ATGMs in twelve hours."
Umbrafer: (Come to think of it, it had to be connected to be decking from my van. Never mind)
Umbrafer: "He's got a good point. Doing this quietly is best until we're given a reason not to."
CirclMastr: "There's another Viktor Adamchik on Shadowland"
Umbrafer: "What's his info? And did anyone want a movie for the ride?"
CirclMastr: "The boys aren't old enough to watch the kind of movies we watch together, hon" *smiles innocently*
Umbrafer: "If you don't watch out I'm going to rent Hackers."
CirclMastr: "He seems to be waging war against magic, not well liked but has a small Orthodox Russian following"
CirclMastr: "And if you even bring that in the van, I'm going to shatter the disc and kill random people with the shards. The boys wouldn't like that, as they'd be likely targets"
MilesMk1: "I'm largely immune to shards of plastic... I say, let's risk it. :D"
Umbrafer: "He sounds likely. Get what info you can on him."
CirclMastr: "Shadowland pegs him as definitely living in Russia"
MilesMk1: "If they have any how-to tapes on electronics, pick me up one... Don't actually have a strong preference as far as movie go."
Umbrafer: "Then we're making the delivery to the math professor."
Umbrafer: Are there any good movies that have recently come out on disc?
CirclMastr: Matrix XVII got decent reviews
Thematrian1: Depends on your definition of good. Public theater kinda went downhill after the Crash.
Umbrafer: Going to rent Casino Royale and The Return of the Pink Panther, then.
MilesMk1: "The Matrix movies really went downhill after the Wachowski brothers became brother and sister..."
Thematrian1: =-O
CirclMastr: "Maybe once they're the Wachowski Sisters the movies will finally be decent again"
MilesMk1: http://www.suntimes.com/output/zwecker/cst-ftr-zp29.html
MilesMk1: I wish I made that one up. :-)
Umbrafer: (...Wow.)
Thematrian1: (I say again. =-O)
Thematrian1: (That said, is the Chicago Sun-Times anything like The Sun in England?)
Umbrafer: (Heh. I doubt they have topless women on page 3.)
CirclMastr: (Anyway)
Thematrian1: (Not in this country, no. You know what I meant)
CirclMastr: "Just so you know hon, the UCLAnet host was a Red-12 host"
Umbrafer: *Whistles* "Not bad."
CirclMastr: "Thank you"
Umbrafer: "Still, I don't think we should tip our hand right now."
Umbrafer: "We can always do it later, if necessary."
Umbrafer: "Do we have anything else to do before we hit the road?"
Umbrafer: "We can grab some takeout on our way out of the city. I know a little place."
Umbrafer: What's the weather like, and what time of day is it?
CirclMastr: "You know what I like, hon"
Thematrian1: Early morning, and clear but overcast.
Umbrafer: Fair enough. Early morning as in 2:00 AM, or as in 6:00 AM?
Thematrian1: 5-ish
Umbrafer: Gonna hit an all-night noodle stand on the way out.
Umbrafer: Chat with the people, get food for everyone, that sort of thing.
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MilesMk1: (Anyone know what kind of insect looks vaguely like a mosquito, but is about twice the size and has a bright orange abdomen?)
Thematrian1: The Florida Death Fly?
Umbrafer: (Er... no idea.)
CirclMastr: (Insect spirits. You're a meatbod host now)
Umbrafer: (Kill it!)
MilesMk1: (Well, it's dead, whatever it was, but it took multiple blows from a shoe...)
MilesMk1: (Serves it right for trying to attack me.)
CirclMastr: (You killed Jesus!)
Umbrafer: (I meant it as in the meatbod host that you had become, not the insect.)
CirclMastr: (*sobs for Buddy Christ*)
MilesMk1: (Wouldn't I have to have been magically active?)
CirclMastr: (Uh, no)
Umbrafer: (Nope. Insect spirits can grab you regardless.)
MilesMk1: (Well, I got it first. Really.)
CirclMastr: (Suuuure)
Thematrian1: (We believe you. What's your address again?)
Umbrafer: That's what Euphoria said.
CirclMastr: "You're set for the stock and SIN, hon"
Thematrian1: So: the team is headed off into the sunset, to pass through the PPC and deliver a mysterious package to some pervert in UCLA.
Umbrafer: *Yawns* "Good."
Umbrafer: Hehehe
Umbrafer: Gotta love the perverts in UCLA.
Thematrian1: Unless anyone has anything else to add, this is where we pack it in.
CirclMastr: I would like to add that if he touches Shojo, he's getting castrated
CirclMastr: With a brick
Thematrian1: Erk.
Thematrian1: Fair enough.
MilesMk1: Perhaps we'll stick to Shojoe staying in the van, as usual...
MilesMk1: Shojo
Umbrafer: I'm going to mention something about how i'll indicate whether or not I'm actually conscious on one of the viewscreens, but other than that I'm pretty much just driving for a while.
MilesMk1: Anyway, you can't castrate anyone before we get paid.
Umbrafer: Indeed.
CirclMastr: Van doesn't have Pilot?
Umbrafer: It does, why?
CirclMastr: We can just autopilot it down a major highway through the border, can't we?
Umbrafer: Yes, which is what will be happening when Alex is asleep (and a certain amount of the time when she isn't)
Thematrian1: Ok then. Good night all.
MilesMk1: Good night.