9/26/98 10:11:41 PM Opening "Hnoiyika 9/26/98" AtotrLycus: All-righty then, Retor. Ael tVecj: ::clears throat:: Mercura A: This disruptor is freedom, Retor. AtotrLycus: ::wonders if Retor is a Cukoo:: Mercura A: Prepare to be set free. Retor EtoK: Mercura A: ::aims:: Ael tVecj: KYele: ::Queer peer to Retor:: Ael tVecj: >>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<< Ael tVecj: >>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<< Ael tVecj: >>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<< KYele: Retor EtoK: ::sitting in tavern in dinky town:: AtotrLycus: ::rubs the collar on his neck:: Mercura A: ::in tavern, sitting at a table:: KYele: ::sits in the tavern, glancing around for the Enarrain:: Ilia tReki: ::walks into the dim tavern::removes her glasses and squints:: Erv tResan: ::sits next to K'Yele:: Ael tVecj: ::gazes deeply into C'eryl's eyes:: Retor EtoK: ::sits next to Lera:: Ael tVecj: The sand is nothing, without the wind. KYele: ::sees her, gazing at C'eryl, decides not to pursue his line of inquiry:: CylisCohen: ::chuckles at Ato:: Ya know, I'd thought you would have CylisCohen: found a way around that by now. Ilia tReki: ::sits at the end of the line of crew:: AtotrLycus: ::wonders if Ael has been stealing his lines:: Erv tResan: ::waves to Ilia:: AtotrLycus: ::smiles at Tylus:: 'Course I have. Mercura A: ::remains quiet and tries to figure out what Ael is saying:: CylisCohen: Oh? ::tosses the handle again:: Ilia tReki: ::waves at Lera:: Ael tVecj: Bartender> Strangers in town...::watching them all bumble in::: Retor EtoK: So, KYele. . . how are things? AtotrLycus: ::Ato's collar falls off with a flick of his hands:: Ael tVecj: Bartender> And not the least bit obvious either. KYele: Ah... so-so. Retor EtoK: How so? KYele: ::draws his disruptor and begins to aim at Ato:: CylisCohen: Oh, I figured just put some non-conductive material between you and the collor. Retor EtoK: That bad, eh? KYele: Well... for one, Ato is now a prisoner. Ilia tReki: ::wonders what there is to eat/drink here..:: Erv tResan: K'Yele... KYele: Tried to hack our etrehh. AtotrLycus: ::throws the collar at K'Yele's head, makes a break for it:: KYele: ::glances at Lera:: Ie? CylisCohen: I Erv tResan: What did he do? KYele: Ack! CylisCohen: I'll get him! Retor EtoK: The instruments of darkness tell us lies and win us with honest trifles, Kyele. CylisCohen: ::chases after:: AtotrLycus: ::ducks out of the Tavern, running:: KYele: ::is about to fire, but realizes it would blow their cover:: KYele: ::just runs after Ato:: Ilia tReki: ::glances over at Retor's comment, slightly confused:: Ael tVecj: ::dreamy look on her face, as if her ship never existed:: CylisCohen: ::looks back, seeing they are clear:: Hold up already! Retor EtoK: Was it something I said? KYele: ::reholsters his disruptor:: Erv tResan: ::sighs:: Retor EtoK: Lera, what's that all about? Erv tResan: (w) Why are we here? AtotrLycus: ::tosses out his grappiling hook, climbing up a roof:: Retor EtoK: I don't know. . . Retor EtoK: shoreleave was that I heard. KYele: ::jumps and begins to climb after:: Retor EtoK: err, what I heard Erv tResan: I was asking K'Yele. CylisCohen: Hey now! ::finds a rock lieing around...throws it at Ato:: Ilia tReki: ::turns back to looking for some sort of menu or wine list or something, ignoring the hot.. Retor EtoK: He just ran away. . . AtotrLycus: ::ducks the rock:: Ilia tReki: ::..pursuit going on out in the streets:: AtotrLycus: Damn crazy kid! Retor EtoK: ::points:: KYele: OUCH! Tylus! Watch where you're throwing! Erv tResan: ::scoots over to Ilia, looks at the menu:: Ael tVecj: ::suddenly leans back::I wonder if I can buy some fvaiboy boots here. KYele: ::continues climbing after Ato:: CylisCohen: Sorry ::darts around to the back:: Retor EtoK: How come every time I speak people leave? Ilia tReki: ::follows Lera's gaze:: Ah! ::peruses it:: AtotrLycus: ::jumps off the side of the building, into a dark alley:: KYele: ::sighs and follows:: Mercura A: Probably. ::smiles:: You like fvaiboy boots? KYele: ::lands with a thud:: I'm getting too old for this... Retor EtoK: ::gets up and wanders aimlessly toward the door:: KYele: ::straightens and continues the chase:: CylisCohen: Crazy fool. ::looks around:: Only one around that CylisCohen: looks like they want to have fun, and he ditches me. Ilia tReki: Timing, probably.. ::smiles:: AtotrLycus: ::stops, looks at K'Yele:: Listen, we could stop this now. Ilia tReki: ::searches the list:: Um.. ::waves at the bartender:: Excuse me.. AtotrLycus: Just let me go on my way. Erv tResan: ::sighs:: Ael tVecj: Not normally. But there's something about this place. Ael tVecj: ::gazes around the tavern:: KYele: ::nods:: I could also fire my disruptor now. AtotrLycus: ::takes a defensive stance:: Retor EtoK: ::leaves tavern; heads toward empty, boring expanse:: CylisCohen: ::hears some whispering....moves towards the dark alley:: KYele: We're in a rather dark alley. Ael tVecj: ::pulls her cloak a little tighter around herself:: Mercura A: ::nods:: Ie. KYele: But I don't wish to, Ato. Ael tVecj: Would you like me in fvaiboy boots? ::smiles:: AtotrLycus: But you wouldn't do that. You're honorable. KYele: ::nods:: Come back. Just behave this one mission... Ael tVecj: KYele: I might be able to convince the Enarrain to forgive and forget. Ael tVecj: Ilia tReki: Um.. could I please get a glass of water..? ::smiles at the bartender:: AtotrLycus: ::smiles:: Sorry. It isn't that easy to catch the king of thieves. Mercura A: ::cocks head to one side:: I--I believe so, ie. Erv tResan: Ilia? Retor EtoK: ::feeling cold and dejected:: KYele: Really? Mercura A: ::tries to picture Ael in the boots, smiles:: Ie. I would. Ilia tReki: Hm..? AtotrLycus: ::tosses up his grappiling hook, catching the roof of a building:: Erv tResan: When do you think we'll get to go someplace fun? ::smile:: Ilia tReki: Who knows.. KYele: ::grabs Ato's collar:: Retor EtoK: ::walks into a fence post:: Ouch! Who put that there? Erv tResan: ::sighs, looks over the menu:: KYele: Climb with me on you? Not even you could do that. Ilia tReki: ::watches him fill a shot glass with water::blinks:: AtotrLycus: ::elbows K'Yele right in the stomach:: Retor EtoK: ::continues walking toward empty, boring expanse:: Ael tVecj: ::looks over C'eryl, remembering her Orion playfulness with the guards::We could shop for Ael tVecj: you too...:::lost in thought:: KYele: ::exhales sharply, but just smiles:: Ilia tReki: ::grumbles quietly:: ... I just want to know when we're going back to the ship.. KYele: I spent three years under a Vulcan mentor, Ato. KYele: I can control my pain and biological responses. AtotrLycus: Good. Rejoin him. Erv tResan: ::smiles:: So do I. Mercura A: ::smiles brightly:: I would like that very much. One can Mercura A: only handle uniforms for so long at a time. KYele: ::chuckles:: He died nearly 50 years ago. AtotrLycus: ::pulls a small bottle out of his pocket:: Sorry to hear that... really. Ael tVecj: ::chuckles::Its been so long since I've worn anything else, simply because I wanted to. Ilia tReki: ::glances around:: Say.. where is everyone..? Retor EtoK: ::approaches friendly stranger:: Jolan tru. Retor EtoK: FS> Howdy there. CylisCohen: ::moves into the building:: Ilia tReki: ::sips her water slowly, trying to draw her money's worth out of it:: CylisCohen: ::heads for the roof:: Retor EtoK: ::pauses for a second:: bye now. KYele: ::thrusts out his hip and pivots, sending Ato over his back and onto the ground:: Retor EtoK: FS> You come back now, y'hear? Erv tResan: ::shrug:: Retor EtoK: Um. . .I'll try. Mercura A: ::raises an eyebrow delicately:: Would you like to now, or shall we eat first? KYele: Damn it, Ato, do you think you'd get very far?!? Erv tResan: ::waves to the bartender, orders a tea:: AtotrLycus: ::throws the bottle to the ground, breaking it open, sending out a large cloud of sleeping AtotrLycus: gas:: KYele: There are ways to track you. AtotrLycus: ::holds his breath:; Ael tVecj: ::debates her stomach and her need for new things:: KYele: ::takes a deep breath:: Ael tVecj: ::stomach wins:: Retor EtoK: FS> I got some whiskey brewin' in m'bathtub KYele: ::holds it:: Ael tVecj: Lets eat. KYele: ::drags Ato out of the alley:: Erv tResan: ::sips her tea:: AtotrLycus: ::kicks K'Yele in the stomach:: Retor EtoK: Uh. . . sounds like a treat. Really. Retor EtoK: Goodbye. CylisCohen: ::pears out window...spots Ato....watches:: KYele: ::falls over:: KYele: ::stands up quickly:: AtotrLycus: ::stands, brushes himself off:: Retor EtoK: FS> Just one thing: you stay 'way from my daughter, y'heawr? Retor EtoK: Um, yessir. Mercura A: ::smiles Orionishly at a nearby server:: KYele: ::sighs:: You have a choice now, Ato. Retor EtoK: FS> I don't want to hurt you none, boy. Just stay clear, gotcha? Retor EtoK: ::ignores him, and walks away:: KYele: Go. Run away. Be a coward. And die. Or stay, behave, be a man, be brave, and live. Ael tVecj: Server> ::drops his tray with a loud clang, flushes bright red:: Retor EtoK: FS> Boy, y'hear me? You hear!!?!? Ilia tReki: ::looks over the rows of bottles and sundries on the wall behind the bar::sips her water:: Retor EtoK: ::walks faster; runs:: KYele: Which do you choose, oh Hru'h'firh of thieves? CylisCohen: ::watching the fight...glances around the room...spots a CylisCohen: nice little jewel in one of the drawrs...pockets it:: Mercura A: Erv tResan: ::looks over at Ilia:: Having fun? AtotrLycus: Well, I've always been more of a lover then a fighter. Retor EtoK: Ilia tReki: Oooooooh yeah.. Erv tResan: ::giggle:: Mercura A: Ael tVecj: Server> ::rushes over:: AtotrLycus: ::throws the grappiling hook out, swinging it like a weapon:: Erv tResan: I wanted to go to the beach... but nooooooooo... Retor EtoK: ::sees helicopterish thingy overhead; it starts landing:: Ael tVecj: Server> ::ignores the older woman and stares at C'eryl's chest::Can I take your order? Retor EtoK: ::tries to ignore it; walks away:: KYele: ::narrows his eyes:: I gave you a choice, tr'Lycus. KYele: Leave or stay, I won't hinder you. Ilia tReki: ::smiles slightly:: Well.. maybe next time our luck'll come around. KYele: Just know, that if you leave, you will most likely be hunted down and killed. Erv tResan: ::smile:: Mercura A: ::indicates her selection, and then motions to Ael:: Retor EtoK: Officer> Hey, you there! We got a report of some philandering. Ael tVecj: Server> ::continues staring:: AtotrLycus: ::throws the grappiling hook at K'Yele, aiming at his legs:: Retor EtoK: What? Me? Retor EtoK: Officer> I think you'd better come with me. KYele: ::jumps and dodges the hook:: Ael tVecj: ::glances at the menu::I'll have #5, no salt. ::smacks the server with the menu:: Mercura A: ::clears throat, smiles sweetly, and indicates Ael:: KYele: Why are you attacking me?! Retor EtoK: ::grabs for disruptor, but finds empty holster:: KYele: Listen to what I say! Ael tVecj: Server> ::glances back at Ael::#5..okay. ::runs off:: AtotrLycus: ::frowns:: Because I'm getting out of here. I have my profession, you have yours. KYele: Then GO! KYele: ::pivots and storms back toward the tavern:: Retor EtoK: I. . . I am Ere'Riov Retor EtoK of the R.E.S. Predator number 01762932309847102398 AtotrLycus: ::yells:: There is nothing you can say to keep me here. Ael tVecj: Retor EtoK: Officer> That's nice. Come with me. AtotrLycus: ::puts the grappiling hook away, runs:: Retor EtoK: Ael tVecj: So...enjoying Tobu? CylisCohen: ::frown to window on high...claps:: Oh, nice performance. Retor EtoK: I, um, am under orders. You'll have to speak with my commanding officer. Mercura A: It is...different ::smiles:: KYele: ::enters the tavern again:: Retor EtoK: Officer> Where is he? CylisCohen: ::dashes back to the street:: KYele: ::sits at the bar and mumbles something about Ato:: Retor EtoK: Umm, she's off duty at the moment. AtotrLycus: $::enters a different tavern:: Ael tVecj: Well, I may not want to retire here, but its... Retor EtoK: Officer> Then why don't you come with me? Erv tResan: ::looks over at K'Yele:: What was that about? AtotrLycus: Ael tVecj: :;watches a barfight break out::Got its charm.. CylisCohen: ::back on street....looking for which way Ato may have gone:: Retor EtoK: Well, actually, I may be able to reach her. +COM+ Enarrain? I need help! KYele: ::glances at Lera:: Ato trying to escape. Ilia tReki: ::glances over at K'Yele, eyebrows up:: Mercura A: ::chuckles:: Indeed. Ael tVecj: ::blinks:: Ael tVecj: +Retor+ What? I'm busy. KYele: I let him. It's futile to keep at it, he's only wasting manpower and resources. Mercura A: ::hears com:: Retor EtoK: ::speaks coloquial Rihansu:: +He thinks I was philandering+ Retor EtoK: +Tell him I was under orders or something+ AtotrLycus: $::smiles at the bartender:: Jolan tru, my good man! Ael tVecj: Erv tResan: What did he do? Mercura A: ::glances at Ael:: I could go take care of this.. AtotrLycus: $Bartender> Hey... I know ya! I KYele: He hacked our etrehh. Retor EtoK: Officer: I have a subdermal translator and I know everything you're saying. Ael tVecj: ::smiles at C'eryl:: KYele: I've said that a few times now... CylisCohen: ::takes his best guess...starts checking out the inns down one street:: Ael tVecj: KYele: Besides, you were there. AtotrLycus: '$Bartender> I've seen ya in the wanted posters. Retor EtoK: Mercura A: Retor EtoK: Umm, uhh, I am Ere'Riov Retor Etok AtotrLycus: $ That's me. Ato ty'Lycus. The King of Thieves. Ael tVecj: ::glances at C'eryl::Might be dangerous... take Lera with you. Retor EtoK: Officer> Yeah, I know all that. Come with me. Retor EtoK: +COM+ Enarrain! AtotrLycus: $Bartender> Yeah. I have a message for ya. Mercura A: ::stands, motions to Lera:: Ael tVecj: +Retor+ t'Som and t'Resan are coming to straighten it out. Ael tVecj: ::beckons K'Yele to her table:: AtotrLycus: $ For me? How odd. I don't remember being here. Erv tResan: ::doesn't see C'eryl:: Retor EtoK: +COM+ I'll be in prison by then! Erv tResan: ::sips her tea:: Retor EtoK: ::being dragged into helicoptery thing:: Mercura A: ::waves to Lera:: KYele: ::walks over and sits at Ael's table:: Ilia tReki: ::turns her glass around the water ring it's formed on the bar:: Erv tResan: ::looks up, sees her:: AtotrLycus: $Bartender> Man by the name of Malus is here. You heard of him? CylisCohen: ::pears into another tavern...spots Ato...stays back in the shadows:: Erv tResan: ::walks over to her:: Hmm? Ael tVecj: +Retor+ Well have them wait. AtotrLycus: $ ::shudders:: Ah... yes... HIM. Ael tVecj: Where's the kid? Mercura A: ::dashes out of the bar yelling for Lera to follow:: AtotrLycus: $Bartender> ::pats Ato on the shoulder:: Just tellin' ya to be careful. KYele: ::glances around:: AtotrLycus: Retor EtoK: So, philandering that Friendly Stranger's girl? She's pretty fine, eh? Retor EtoK: KYele: I... I don't know KYele: He was there when we were chasing Ato... Ilia tReki: ::pulls some money out of her pocket and places it on the bar::slides off the stool and.. Retor EtoK: Retor> I was not philandering!! KYele: But I'm not sure where he is. CylisCohen: ::crouches in corner...pulls some stuff he pickes up from the ship:: Mercura A: ::follows com signal to the location:: Ilia tReki: ::..wanders out the door::replaces her sunglasses almost immediately:: Retor EtoK: Officer:> Of course you weren't. Just fill out these forms and we'll admit you. Ael tVecj: He escaped, eh? Retor EtoK: ::reads heading on forms:: Psychiatric ward? You think I'm a nut! KYele: ::nods:: Erv tResan: ::follows C'eryl:: Retor EtoK: Officer> Well. . . Ael tVecj: Server> ::comes back eagerly, frowns with confusion at K'Yele:: Mercura A: ::comes up to the helicopter thingy:: Excuse me... Ael tVecj: Server> ::places a bottle of wine on their table:: Retor EtoK: Officer> Yes? Ael tVecj: ::pushes the wine towards K'Yele::He'll come back. Ael tVecj: He likes us too much. KYele: ::nods:: Ie. AtotrLycus: CylisCohen: ::fits a couple of things together....makes a crude listening CylisCohen: device....places it to the $ taverns doorway:: Ilia tReki: ::looks up and down the dusty street:: KYele: ::pours some wine and tosses it back:: I even lost the kid... Erv tResan: ::looks over at Retor, wondering what he did now:: Ael tVecj: This is a pretty crummy place for a vacation. Ilia tReki: ::walks across the road to a small general store::enters and looks about:: Ael tVecj: ::glances around, weary with C'eryl gone:: Retor EtoK: Officer> Can I help you, or are you just going to stare at me and smile? AtotrLycus: $Fat Man> ::exits, crusing the listening device:: Retor EtoK: OfficeR> Not that I would mind the latter, but I am on duty. Mercura A: ::indicates Lera and herself:: We are C'eryl t'Som and Lera t'Resan, of Mercura A: the RES Hnoiyika. Our comrade is under orders here. KYele: ::sighs:: Do you realize I had my 70th birthday yesterday...? AtotrLycus: $ ::shudders:: I'll remember he's here. Ale, please. Ael tVecj: No! Retor EtoK: Officer> Orders to philander the friendly stranger's daughter? CylisCohen: Ael tVecj: How does it feel to be 70? Retor EtoK: Officer> What kind of a ship is that Hnoiyika? KYele: Old... Ael tVecj: Retor EtoK: Retor> those weren't my orders! KYele: Too old. Ael tVecj: ::frowns:: AtotrLycus: $ ::drinking Ale, and a good deal of it, and flirting with women:: Ael tVecj: ::pours glasses of wine:: Retor EtoK: Officer> So you *weren't* under orders. That's even worse! Ael tVecj: ::studies him:: Retor EtoK: Retor> Do I not have a right to speak with my. . .um, my legal team? Ael tVecj: You're just into your prime. You look wise-old to me. Mercura A: No sir. Our comrade has been under orders, but not to philanderr. Ael tVecj: Its just these kids on the crew...arreinye... Ael tVecj: They could be our grandchildren. KYele: ::nods:: I can still keep up... Retor EtoK: Officer> Well, I suppose you have that right. Ilia tReki: ::examines the ISD shelf::scans the titles:: (m) Nothing but fvaiboy stories.. ::sighs:: CylisCohen: ::listening to Ato's pick up lines:: Sheeesh, I was following CylisCohen: HIm to have a good time.::shakes head:: KYele: But I'm definately past my prime. Mercura A: u are aware, of course, that a Rihannsu breaking orders faces sever penalties? Mercura A: Retor EtoK: KYele: ::pours another wine and tosses it back:: Retor EtoK: Mercura A: Why would he risk it? Ael tVecj: Any drastic plans? CylisCohen: ::puts his listening device away:: King of theives...::laughing:: Retor EtoK: ::hops out of helicoptery thing to meet with his "counsel" KYele: To tell you the truth, I let Ato go. It's pointless and wasteful to keep chasing him... KYele: And I couldn't. Erv tResan: ::wonders why C'eryl dragged her along:: CylisCohen: ::backtraps to the other tavern:: Retor EtoK: This nut came up to me and offered my whiskey from his bathtub and told me to stay away from KYele: ::shakes his head:: Retor EtoK: his daughter KYele: Na, no plans... Retor EtoK: I never even saw his daughter! Ael tVecj: ::touches his arm::There are more important things to do than to chase after Ael tVecj: wild youth. KYele: ::nods:: I know... I simply wish I didn't have to chase after it. CylisCohen: ::walking down alleyway...stops someone in the corner:: Ilia tReki: ::wanders up and down the aisles slowly, perusing the shelves:: CylisCohen: ::sees something in their hand:: Retor EtoK: Officer> I'm sorry, but your allotted time is up. Please re-enter the helicoptery thing. Retor EtoK: Lera! Do something! Mercura A: And besides that, officer, this man is my fiance. He Mercura A: wouldn't be chasing some girl when he has a future with Mercura A: an Orion, would he? ::smiles at Retor:: Ael tVecj: ::sips wine:: Retor EtoK: Umm, no, honey, I, umm, wouldn't. CylisCohen: ::walks over to the person:: Where did you get that? Retor EtoK: ::smiles at her, hesitantly:: CylisCohen: ::smiles...points into the doorway:: Ael tVecj: For your birthday...as soon as we get out of this godforsaken planet. CylisCohen: ::enters:: Retor EtoK: Officer> well, I guess you have a point. Ilia tReki: ::stops in one section and stares at every item, at least twice:: Ael tVecj: I'll take you to a nice quiet dinner and a fiesty stage show. Retor EtoK: And besides, why would I want to stay on a planet like this for the rest of my life? CylisCohen: ::looking around...sees a another doorway with a slit in it:: KYele: Ahh. Your birthday, too? ::winks:: Retor EtoK: Officer> That does it! You are hereby rearrested for blaspheming our planet! CylisCohen: ::steps over to it:: ::knocks:: Mercura A: ::eyes wide at Retor:: Retor EtoK: Officer> Back in the helicoptery thing! Ilia tReki: ::eyes all but sparkle:: Ael tVecj: In a few weeks. ::chuckles:: CylisCohen: What? KYele: 69 for you, right? Ael tVecj: Don't want to tell C'eryl how arreinye old I am. Mercura A: Officer! Don't please!! Retor EtoK: Wait! Galae membership requires freedom of speech! CylisCohen: What can I get for this....::holds up the jewel he swiped earlier:: Retor EtoK: Officer> Well, this ain't the galae, is it? This is Orion ::smirk:: Erv tResan: Officer... he's not used a planet as wonderful as this one... Mercura A: We're going to be married as soon as we leave..please, Mercura A: just let him go, we'll leave immediately..::sobs:: KYele: AtotrLycus: Retor EtoK: Retor EtoK: Tobu. Yeah. Retor EtoK: I'm on Tobu? Ilia tReki: ::picks up one or two berry-flavored candy canes and a bag of chocolate coffee beans:: Retor EtoK: I got confused. Orion is such an ugly place. KYele: ::sips his wine:: Retor EtoK: But Tobu. . . magnificent! Mercura A: Please, officer...::sobs heartbreakingly:: Erv tResan: ::rolls her eyes:: CylisCohen: Nice. For that, 10 vials. Retor EtoK: Officer> ::skeptical:: Well, I don't know. CylisCohen: Deal! Erv tResan: Pweeeeeeeeeease, Officer? ::Lera's Really Cute Smile::ª Ael tVecj: ::leans against the worn booth seat:: Mercura A: ::looks at the officer with pleading eyes:: Retor EtoK: Officer> I, um, ok. Just no more philandering, y'hear? You got a lovely fiance there, Mr. Retor EtoK: Ere'Riov. Ilia tReki: ::dishes out more of her hard earned cash and wanders a bit more triumphantly back onto .. Ilia tReki: ::..the street:: CylisCohen: ::makes the transaction:: Retor EtoK: Stay true, and God will be with ya. CylisCohen: ..thanks man. KYele: Am I correct? Retor EtoK: Hannyo, Officer. CylisCohen: ::wanders back onto the street:: Ilia tReki: ::peels the wrapper off one candy cane and pops it into her mouth:: Retor EtoK: Officer> ::speeds away:: That's about enough for today. CylisCohen: ::starts licking his lips:: Mercura A: Hann'yyo, officer ::throws her arms around Retor and Mercura A: whispers in his ear:: lets get out of here Erv tResan: C'eryl? Retor EtoK: :whispers:: No kidding! Ilia tReki: ::stuffs the rest into her hip pack:: Mercura A: Ie, Lera? Mercura A: wipes eyes:: CylisCohen: ::looks around...slips into a shadowy area:: Retor EtoK: Umm. . . thank you both. . . a lot. Erv tResan: When do we get to go somewhere fun for shoreleave? Retor EtoK: That was really bizarre. CylisCohen: ::pulls out a hypo he pickes up "along the way":: KYele: Enarrain? ::wonders if she's completely lost track of occurrences:: Am I correct? CylisCohen: ::pops in one of the vials:: Mercura A: I don't know, Lera. Let's get back to the tavern and get the crew out of here. KYele: You'll be 69? Erv tResan: ::nods:: Erv tResan: ::huggles Retor:: Ael tVecj: ::nods::Indeed. Retor EtoK: I really appreciate what both of you did. Ilia tReki: ::wanders up the street, kicking sand up every once in a while:: Retor EtoK: I. . . might have had an unpleasantly extended shoreleave, if you know what I mean CylisCohen: ::injects himself in the shoulder:: Mercura A: ::starts to head back to the tavern:: You're welcome, Retor. KYele: ::chuckles:: I go through all the milestones before you do. I'm just your scout, I guess. Erv tResan: ::walks back to the tavern:: Erv tResan: ::sees Ilia, waves to her:: Ilia tReki: ::wanders past an alley and hears a hiss::blinks:: CylisCohen: ::shivers...cringes...sighs:: Ael tVecj: ::smiles::Let me know what its like on the other side. CylisCohen: ::blinking...puts hypo away:: Ilia tReki: ::furrows her brows slightly, but turns to Lera::waves slightly:: Retor EtoK: ACTIN: Friendly stranger's daughter approaches, running KYele: Retor EtoK: FSD> Wait! Please, take me with you! AtotrLycus: Mercura A: ::sees her:: RUN to the tavern!! Mercura A: ::to Retor and lera:: Retor EtoK: FS> Stay 'way from my daughter, y'hear! Officer, officer!!1 KYele: I'll try my best. Retor EtoK: ::runs very quickly:: Erv tResan: Ilia! Erv tResan: ::runs to the tavern:: Mercura A: ::starts running with them:: CylisCohen: Ilia tReki: ::blinks at the approach of the yokels behind Retor, Ceryl, and Lera:: Mercura A: ::dashes in the tavern:: Ael! CylisCohen: ::takes off running "skipping" back to the tavern:: Retor EtoK: FSD> Wait, please!! Ilia tReki: ::watches them run by:: Retor EtoK: FS> To Ayerein with you, Varment! KYele: ::glances at C'eryl:: Ael tVecj: ::stands::Ie? Retor EtoK: ::enters tavern, out of breath:: KYele: Ilia tReki: ::watches Tylus run from the alley behind her:: Ael tVecj: ::glances at Retor::Ah, you seem safe. Retor EtoK: Retor EtoK: For the time being. Ilia tReki: ::just stands blinking:: Ael tVecj: Now, we need the kid and Ato. CylisCohen: ::enters tavern:: I found.....:: looks at the others that just ran in:: Mercura A: ::::steps up to the table:: We need to get out of here Mercura A: *fast*. This place is trouble all over. Retor EtoK: Do any of you have a hat, or a wig, or something? Erv tResan: ::gives Retor her hat:: Erv tResan: Don't lose it. Retor EtoK: A moustache? Ael tVecj: ::raises an eyebrow::The food seems nice. Retor EtoK: ::puts on hat:: KYele: Found... who, Tylus? Ilia tReki: ::shifts her eyes around for a moment, then continues walking up the road:: Ael tVecj: :::glances from Retor to Tylus:: CylisCohen: umm::walks over to KYeye:: Um..I..I ::blinking:: Found Ato. Ilia tReki: ::spins the candy cane in her mouth, making a point:: Retor EtoK: :reaches in pocket, takes out plastic glasses with plastic nose and moustache; dons it:: KYele: ::glances at Tylus:: Erv tResan: ::giggles:: Ael tVecj: ::watches Tylus walk over to her XO:: Ael tVecj: ::frowns:: Erv tResan: Eeeeeek! Retor EtoK: FS> ::enters:: Where is he? KYele: ::stares at him for a few moments, scrutinizing his face:: KYele: Take me to him. Ael tVecj: No...take me. Retor EtoK: Any of you seen. . .: AtotrLycus: $ ::sitting in a Tavern, a bit drunk and flirting with adoring women:: Retor EtoK: Retor> ::interrupts:: He want that'a'way ::points:: Ael tVecj: The rest of you, stay here and deal with..::glances at FS::That. Erv tResan: He's in the other tavern. Retor EtoK: FS> Thank ya, kid! ::runs away:: CylisCohen: he..he was drinking in another inn...::starts walking CylisCohen: towards door...stops when he hers Ael:: Ie...Ie Sir. Mercura A: ::turns, nods to the stranger:: KYele: ::whispers in his ear:: And you _will_ stop that... habit, or we will leave you on the next Ael tVecj: ::glides off after Tylus:: KYele: M-class moon we find. Erv tResan: ::watches the stranger leave, takes her hat back:: CylisCohen: ::runs out of tavern:: KYele: ::follows:: Retor EtoK: ::takes off glasses and moustache:: Retor EtoK: Hannyo, Lera. Erv tResan: ::notices it's not stretched, puts it back on:: AtotrLycus: $ ::to one woman:: And then I snatched the ruby straight from his hand... CylisCohen: ::runs...stops...waits for them to catch up...runs again, ect:: Ilia tReki: ::watches the ground in front of her as she walks, dragging her heels through the dust:: KYele: ::watches the FS:: Ael tVecj: ::pants, wondering where his energy comes from:: CylisCohen: ...he should be nice and drunk by now... AtotrLycus: $ It was beautiful, Honey. ::grins:: Ael tVecj: ::chases after Tylus:: Erv tResan: ::huggles Retor:: AtotrLycus: $Honey> ::giggles:: Retor EtoK: FS> ::in distance:: Damn you, inbecile! CylisCohen: ::arrives at taverns doorway:: ::a bit out of breath:: in.....hear. KYele: ::sighs:: Is everything set here in the tavern? Retor EtoK: I think it's time to go. Ael tVecj: ::nods:: Mercura A: ::sighs, sits:: What I do for my comrades... Ilia tReki: ::watches Ael, K'Yele, and Tylus "dash" by::sucks on her candy cane:: Ael tVecj: Come in with me. Stay just inside the door. Erv tResan: ::nods:: AtotrLycus: $ Say... can I borrow your room, Honey? CylisCohen: ::nodsnods:: Ael tVecj: Ael tVecj: ::strides in:: CylisCohen: ::follows:: Ael tVecj: $::gazes around the tavern:: KYele: ::sighs and leaps out the door, dashes down the street:: KYele: ::would slow down, but must follow Tylus's dust trail:: Mercura A: Retor, if he comes back, let me handle him. ::smiles:: CylisCohen: $ ::stands by door...eyes darting around:: Erv tResan: ::giggles:: AtotrLycus: $ ::still drunk and flirting with Honey, not noticing t'Vecj and co.:: Ilia tReki: ::now watches K'Yele dash by:):: Mercura A: I have a plan Retor EtoK: Gotcha Ael tVecj: $::saunters up to Ato::H'nah! KYele: $::enters the tavern, gasping for breath:: Mercura A: AtotrLycus: $ ::falls over, into a stack of crates:: KYele: $::sighs at Ato:: I told you, they'd hunt you down. Erv tResan: C'eryl? Retor EtoK: ::gestures toward KYele:: After him too? AtotrLycus: $::covered by broken crates:: Mercura A: Ie, Lera? Ael tVecj: $::blinks:: Erv tResan: Can we go yet? KYele: $ And now you're in deeper trouble than you were. Ael tVecj: $::grabs his wrist and tries to yank him back up:: CylisCohen: $::smiles...handles a small blade within his coat:: KYele: Ael tVecj: Ato! Retor EtoK: KYele: AtotrLycus: $ ::pushes crates away from him:: Hey! I paid for an hour! Retor EtoK: KYele: Erv tResan: <$ is the other tavern.> Ael tVecj: $::pulls Ato up:: Retor EtoK: Ael tVecj: $Sounds like a bad investment. Erv tResan: ::sighs:: Ilia tReki: ::snaps the point from the candy cane, munches::works on a new one:: CylisCohen: $::sees the bartender reaching for something behind the bar:: AtotrLycus: $ ::blinks, still a bit out of it, stares at Ael:: Honey? You got ugly... Ilia tReki: ::glances in store windows as she passes by:: Erv tResan: ::adjusts her hat, wonders where Ilia is:: KYele: $ ::pats Ato on the back:: It's a hard lesson to learn, to know when you're beat, Ato. Ael tVecj: $::Eyes widen:: AtotrLycus: $ ::quietly:: Why are there two of you? KYele: $ And you've learned it the hard way. Erv tResan: +com+ Ilia? AtotrLycus: $ ::falls over, unconcious:: Ael tVecj: $::slaps Ato across the face:: CylisCohen: $ ::draws blade back and flings it at the bartender:: Ael tVecj: $::drops him again:: Ilia tReki: +com+ Hm? KYele: $ ::sighs and drags Ato out of the tavern:: AtotrLycus: $Bartender> ::ducks:: Hey! Ael tVecj: $::stares at Tylus:: Erv tResan: +com+ Come back to the tavern... I think we're leaving soon. AtotrLycus: $Bartender> ::pulls out a BIG disruptor, stands:: Get outta my Tavern! Ael tVecj: $What in arreinye are you doing? KYele: ::pulls him to his feet and presses a nerve, sending shots of extreme pain through Ato's KYele: body:: Ilia tReki: ::notices a growing commotion in the tavern across the street:: AtotrLycus: $Bartender> ::glares at Ato:: And take him with ya! CylisCohen: He was pulling a weapin Retor EtoK: FS> ::enters:: Damnation! I couldn't find the scoundrel, if it were the last thing I Retor EtoK: couldn't do! Ael tVecj: $::runs over to Tylus and grabs his shirt collar::We're leaving, we're leaving. Ilia tReki: ::raises her eyebrows:: +com+ Not a moment too soon, either.. Ael tVecj: $::drags him out:: Retor EtoK: FS>Bartender, get me a whisky with some alkie-hol in it, eh? AtotrLycus: $::manages to get up, and stumble out of the bar:: Ilia tReki: ::spins on her heel and wanders back down the street, throwing glances over her shoulder at Ilia tReki: ::..the tavern:: Retor EtoK: ::ducks under a table:: KYele: CylisCohen: ::quickly grabs his blade from the wall before being drug out:: Retor EtoK: ::hides behind a plant:: Mercura A: ::walks over to the bar nearby the stranger:: Ael tVecj: Lets head back to the other tavern..get a room for the night...maybe chain these two up.. AtotrLycus: ::wakes up:: Next time... I'll check the label on the bottle... KYele: $ ::makes sure Ato has some semblance of balance before he lets go:: KYele: ::nods to Ael:: Retor EtoK: FS> Well, howdy, there, creature! Ael tVecj: >>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<< Ael tVecj: >>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<< Ael tVecj: >>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<< AtotrLycus: $::standing, stumbles over to Ael:: Worry. AtotrLycus: <> Ael tVecj: What an odd little sim. :) Ael tVecj: Good job all! Erv tResan: ::giggles:: Mercura A: Retor EtoK: That was fun. . . KYele: Ie, it was. Erv tResan: Can we go to the beach soon? :) KYele: A chase scene... AtotrLycus: Mercura A: ::pouts:: Retor EtoK: Is the word varment, or did I make that up? Ael tVecj: ::flails::You can finish next week. Erv tResan: There's an i in it. Ael tVecj: varmant? CylisCohen: Our luck, we'll end up on the beach near New Orleans Ael tVecj: varmint? KYele: Some "BarBrady"-like police officer... AtotrLycus: Varment. Retor EtoK: Barbrady? What's that? Erv tResan: It's Varmint. KYele: Varmint, I believe. Erv tResan: This has been another... Useless Fact. AtotrLycus: "Go away! There's nothing to see here!" KYele: The cop on South Park. Mercura A: That needs a ª after it, Lera Retor EtoK: Ahh. Mercura A: Useless Factª Mercura A: See? AtotrLycus: ACTION: Kenny dies. Again. And again. And again... Retor EtoK: I almost said he was making whiskey in his toilet, 9/26/98 11:00:29 PM Closing "Hnoiyika 9/26/98"