5/2/98 10:00:37 PM	Opening "Hnoiyika 5/2/98"


DErvKYele:	And Lera, don't tell me you're typing the greetings in advance now, too! :)

Ael tVecj:	Maybe its a macro. ::hums::

Erv tResan:	Jolan tru, Ilia!

Ilia tReki:	Jolan tru all! :)

DErvKYele:	Jolan Tru, Ilia!

Ael tVecj:	Look Ilia! ::points at Magus and cackles::

Erv tResan:	::raises an eyebrow::

SailrMagus:	;)p

Erv tResan:	Jolan tru, Eirl.

Eirl tKaen:	Jolan tru

Erv tResan:	Jolan tru, Eton.

AtotrLycus:	Jolan Tru.

Ilia tReki:	Jolan tru, Eirl, Eton. :)

Ael tVecj:	We need someone to play an assassain/political radicalist type tonight.

EtonTrSaal:	Jola Tru, all.

DErvKYele:	Jolan Tru, Retor!

Ilia tReki:	.. Etok. ;)

Ael tVecj:	Ilia? :)

Erv tResan:	Jolan tru, Retor.

DErvKYele:	Jolan Tru, Eirl!

Ilia tReki:	::saunters over to Magus::  Why hello.. ;)

DErvKYele:	Jolan Tru, Eton!

Erv tResan:	::hands Ilia a plant::

Retor EtoK:	Jolan tru, all.

Ael tVecj:	Jolan tru Retor.

Ilia tReki:	::grins::sets her plant down and sets up her little TV set behind it::

Ael tVecj:	We need someone to play an assassain/political radicalist type tonight.  Volunteers?

Erv tResan:	::hides::

SailrMagus:	::hides more::

Ael tVecj:	Did the Rihannsu military recruit cowards?

Ilia tReki:	::shoves a tall, leafy plant over to the mysterious guest::

Retor EtoK:	<--- already playing a special role

AtotrLycus:	::blinks with the confusion only a newcomer can muster::

Eirl tKaen:	should I still be defense attorney?

Ael tVecj:	Sup to you Eirl.

DErvKYele:	<--- Playing an important role

SailrMagus:	no,they never recruited me...   ;)

EtonTrSaal:	::to Ilia:: (w) Can I borrow a plant?

Retor EtoK:	Guys, this is a really cool plot

Ael tVecj:	Well, I guess *I* could do it...

Retor EtoK:	Make it work!  Volunteer!

DErvKYele:	No!

Eirl tKaen:	do you think I'll still have anything to do as her?

DErvKYele:	You're playing the aunt!

EtonTrSaal:	I'm to confused as it is.

Eirl tKaen:	if not, I wanna play a bad guy

DErvKYele:	I'm playing the uncle, Retor's playing Heb.

DErvKYele:	Important characters all!

Retor EtoK:	Maybe we should recap the plot a bit. . .

Eirl tKaen:	I'll play the radicalist

Ilia tReki:	::nudges one over to Eton:: :)

Ael tVecj:	Okay, you can play the bad guy Eirl.

Retor EtoK:	There are some confusing things in the briefing

Ael tVecj:	Retor, I recap the plot every week in the email.

Eirl tKaen:	::grins, jumps up and down:: I get to be evil!

EtonTrSaal:	Thanks...::hides behind his borrowed plant::

Ael tVecj:	::sighs, will start from the beginning::: Vaed'rae!

Ilia tReki:	::sorry about the half-conciousness..watching the ultimate fight between good and evil;)::

Ilia tReki:	::hrrau vaed'rae::

DErvKYele:	::hrrau vaed'rae::

Erv tResan:	::hrrau vaed'rae::

Retor EtoK:	Ael, I think there's some confusion about how your characters are playing my relatives

Eirl tKaen:	::hrrau vaed'rae::

Retor EtoK:	::hrrau::

EtonTrSaal:	::hrrau vaed'rae::

AtotrLycus:	::hrrau vaed'rae::

SailrMagus:	<g>  ::pokes Ilia while she's busy watching the big fight  ;)::

Ael tVecj:	<This is not a big fight. We've had big fights before..;)>

Ilia tReki:	::doesn't notice the poke::

SailrMagus:	<she's talking about a bigger fight.  <g>>

Ilia tReki:	<Oh, I meant between Satan and Jesus. ;)>

SailrMagus:	<yes.  ;)>

Ael tVecj:	The prototype RES Predator was drydocked for evaluation.

DErvKYele:	<Oh, watching South Park, eh? :)>

Ilia tReki:	<Yeah. ;)>

Ael tVecj:	Its crew was given extended leave.

EtonTrSaal:	<Me to, since I was reminded it was on>

Retor EtoK:	<Wishes he still had cable>

AtotrLycus:	<<Old episode.>>

Ael tVecj:	Senator Pervad (lets all remember our great Empire is a republic),

Ilia tReki:	<Never seen a one before, though, sooo..:)>

Retor EtoK:	<Ha!>

Ael tVecj:	<SHUT UP>

Ael tVecj:	the patron of V'Tashe and through that, the Hnoiyika/Predator, contacted

Ael tVecj:	Ael t'Vecj and recruited her crew for a special operations engagement,

Ael tVecj:	visit a backwaters planet where his cousin's grandson had been accused of murder.

Ael tVecj:	"Heb" has been in hiding on Adrift, under government protection as a future

Ael tVecj:	political leader.

Ael tVecj:	His success would be marred by his death or any background of scandal, like murder.

Ael tVecj:	So, the Predator crew packed their bags, hopped onto the RES Camel,and headed for Adrift.

Ael tVecj:	Oops. ::backs up:: Pervad ordered K'Yele's death, because K'Yele is a

Ael tVecj:	moralist which might jeopardize the mission.

Ael tVecj:	::fastforwards:: We arrive on Adrift, and meet the cast.

Ael tVecj:	Ael'vna and K'Yele convince Virgil Knox, Heb's attorney, that they are

Ael tVecj:	aunt and uncle of the accused.

Ael tVecj:	Virgil Knox was hired by an unknown figure because of her success with

Ael tVecj:	political cases. We now know that Heb's cover is blown.

Retor EtoK:	::raises hand-- has comment at an appropriate time::

Ael tVecj:	In light of evidence gathered by the Predator's science team, the judge has

Ael tVecj:	dismissed the case because Heb's DNA is not on the knife (or something).

Ael tVecj:	The dead body was a Federation agriculturalist, so the case is being

Ael tVecj:	watched closely by both the Empire and the Federation.

Ael tVecj:	We know from K'Yele's logs that Heb was the intended target, not Virgil Knox (the farmer).

DErvKYele:	::sighs that not even Ael remembers the scrap of glove::

DErvKYele:	:)

Retor EtoK:	<--- remembers glove

Ael tVecj:	(I remembered. "in light of new evidence")

Eirl tKaen:	::remembered it::

Ael tVecj:	The scrap of glove and the bloody knife are residing in Adrift's labs.

DErvKYele:	<Yeah, I mean that you didn't remember what the evidence was.>

Ael tVecj:	Heb is with Ael and K'Yele, but he thinks that they are freaks posing as his aunt and uncle.

Ael tVecj:	Also assisting the team is Federation agriculturalist Nikolai, who

Retor EtoK:	sort of. . . ::hand still raised::

Ael tVecj:	is finding this Rihannsu culture stuff fascinating.

Ael tVecj:	Ie, Retor?

EtonTrSaal:	Nikolai _Andianov_.

Retor EtoK:	I don't exactly think they're freaks, but I had absolutely no idea what their motives are

Ael tVecj:	<I can never remember Andianov...::says it ten times to herself::>

Retor EtoK:	and at first I thought they might be telling the truth

Retor EtoK:	(long story as to why) but now I know they are fakes

EtonTrSaal:	<:)>

Retor EtoK:	Anyway, I am portraying Heb as a really immature genius

Retor EtoK:	It's lots of fun

Retor EtoK:	::done::

Ael tVecj:	As opposed to portraying Retor as an i..::coughs, smiles::

Ael tVecj:	Anyone else?

Retor EtoK:	Retor's not a genius

DErvKYele:	He's just really smart and very creative. :)

DErvKYele:	But no, not a genius. :)

Ael tVecj:	Ato? Magus? Questions?

Eirl tKaen:	::raises hand::

Ael tVecj:	Eirl? :)

SailrMagus:	yes, is this spot good?  ::points to her little hiding spot in the corner <g>::

Eirl tKaen:	are they joining the simming, or watching?

Ilia tReki:	::shoves a plant over surreptiously::

EtonTrSaal:	::still behins his plant::

Ael tVecj:	Tonight is Ato's first sim.  Magus will be watching.

AtotrLycus:	::raises hand::

Eirl tKaen:	what position is Ato?

Ael tVecj:	Ato?

Ael tVecj:	Asst Science.

SailrMagus:	ooh, yeah, that sounds creepy.  I like that.  ;)

SailrMagus:	Magus will be watching.   ::giggles::

EtonTrSaal:	Jolan Tru, Ato.

AtotrLycus:	Where are we now? Our location, that is.

Eirl tKaen:	::wishes him good luck, quitely::

Retor EtoK:	Big brother. . .

Ilia tReki:	::snickers quietly::coughs and returns to her stance::

Ael tVecj:	The village in Adrift. Should we start at the diner?

Retor EtoK:	I thought it was a full fledged restaurant

Ael tVecj:	Yah, but diner's so much easier to type...

Retor EtoK:	Lazy college person!

Ael tVecj:	Anyhow, that sound good, everyone?

AtotrLycus:	Is everyone at the dinner?

Eirl tKaen:	::nods::

Erv tResan:	::nodshrug::

Retor EtoK:	::smiles;  in restaurant::

Eirl tKaen:	now, I'm the guy who wants heb dead, correct?

Ael tVecj:	Ie, Eirl. You killed the person who killed Virgil.

Retor EtoK:	<--- doesn't know that you want him dead

EtonTrSaal:	And Nikolai has no idea what's goingon,  not helped by the fact that he knoy knows a little

Ael tVecj:	And you know Heb's the political refugee guy.

EtonTrSaal:	Rihannsu.

Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<<<<<<

Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<<<<<<

Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<<<<<<

Eirl tKaen:	<I'm not Virgil Knox anymore>

Ael tVecj:	::smiles at K'Yele:: tr'Lae, dear, want to share a desert?

Eirl tKaen:	::followed Heb from jail, sipping some nasty Rihansu varient on coffee at a table nearby,

EtonTrSaal:	<:  to Ael>

DErvKYele:	Sure...

DErvKYele:	What would you like?

Retor EtoK:	::sits uncomfortably; sort of staring at the floor a little bit::

Eirl tKaen:	listening without being noticible::

Ael tVecj:	I wonder what the local favorite is...

Eirl tKaen:	::pretending to read::

EtonTrSaal:	::can't follow the conversation, looks about him, bored::

Erv tResan:	::sitting in the restaurant::

EtonTrSaal:	<Eirl, what's your name now?>

Eirl tKaen:	<assasin-type-person>

Ael tVecj:	::orders the local favorite for desert::

Ilia tReki:	::stands quiet and subservient behind the tr'Laes::

Eirl tKaen:	<um... seriosly? I can't rmember what K'Yele called him>

AtotrLycus:	::sitting in his chair::

Ael tVecj:	::totally obvious to anyone but their table::

EtonTrSaal:	<K'Yele, what's Eirl's name?>

Ael tVecj:	So, tr'Lycus...what made you decide to join the galae?

Ael tVecj:	<::wonders if K'yele is watching Southpark too::>

AtotrLycus:	::smiles and shrugs:: Well, this and that.

DErvKYele:	<Nope.>

EtonTrSaal:	::watches the resteraunt around him, looking for somethign interesting::

Eirl tKaen:	<afk breifly. I'm gonna stop these dang braces from lacerating my cheek>

Erv tResan:	<::is watching South Park:: :)>

DErvKYele:	<Oh, Paj, but he's dead.>

Ael tVecj:	This and that, eh...

DErvKYele:	<The head honch remained unnamed.>

Ael tVecj:	<The guy who killed Paj...>

Retor EtoK:	<How about tr'Grolispegtor?>

DErvKYele:	::takes a bite of the dessert::

Erv tResan:	::sips her tea::

AtotrLycus:	::arrogant grin:: Well, I just got in a little toruble, you could say.

Retor EtoK:	<Wait; who's at our table?>

Ael tVecj:	::arches a brow at his expression::

Eirl tKaen:	<I'll pick my own name, thanks, Retor :) I'd never remember that.>

EtonTrSaal:	::see's "Eirl" sitting, acting unnaturally, looks closer::

Ael tVecj:	<Ato, tr'Lae, t'Lae, Aili, Nikoli Andianov, Lera>

Ael tVecj:	<And Eirl>

EtonTrSaal:	::stares, curiously::

Ael tVecj:	Heb, what made you decide not to join the military?

Retor EtoK:	::sips water pretensciously::

Eirl tKaen:	::'reading' an electronic pad, sipping coffee::

Ael tVecj:	<And Heb.::slaps forehead::>

Eirl tKaen:	<tr'Loki>

EtonTrSaal:	<Loki? ::giggles::>

Retor EtoK:	It did not intrigue me.  It did not seem to be an activity that woulduse my talents and int

AtotrLycus:	::sips water, listening::

Retor EtoK:	erest well

DErvKYele:	Spoken like a true writer.

Ael tVecj:	I tend to think the military uses all talents well.

Eirl tKaen:	::feels eyes on him <playing a male is wierd!> and glares at Nikolai::

AtotrLycus:	::lightly applauds::

Eirl tKaen:	::returns to his reading::

Retor EtoK:	I disagree.

Ael tVecj:	<Hmpft. ::has played males for years on sims <g>::>

EtonTrSaal:	::looks away, hurriedly::

Ael tVecj:	Obviously.

Eirl tKaen:	<Loki. ::mischevious giggle::>

Retor EtoK:	::nods::

SailrMagus:	<once played a male empath in GS, that was cool... ;)

Eirl tKaen:	<not bad, just wierd. not used to male pronouns>

Ael tVecj:	My Daise'Erei'Riov has a better appreciation for writing than I...

SailrMagus:	< ::blushes, adds a ">", lets things continue  ;)>

Ael tVecj:	::murmurs::perhaps thats why they wanted you dead.

EtonTrSaal:	::looks back again at "Eirl"::

Retor EtoK:	Your daise'Erei'Riov, my Aunt?  And who would that be?

AtotrLycus:	Writing is a great thing. I've read many anchient texts.

Ael tVecj:	::coughs::

Retor EtoK:	::wonders iof she has her own private army::

DErvKYele:	::also wonders::

DErvKYele:	::kicks her lightly, so as not to get executed::

Retor EtoK:	::casually eyes her to detect any weapons she's wearing::

Ael tVecj:	Umm...tr'Locke... he's on ch'Rihan, recovering from...disruptor burns while we're on a year

Ael tVecj:	long leave.

AtotrLycus:	::raises eyebrow, amused at the mistake::

Eirl tKaen:	::notices the slip and listens more intently, but coninutes to act::

EtonTrSaal:	::tries to see what the mystersious person is reading::

Ael tVecj:	::glances at Ato, thinking "great, the new guy's even catching my mistake"::

DErvKYele:	::wonders exactly who the mysterious person is::

Retor EtoK:	::sees none, but it's difficult to tell through the cloak::

Retor EtoK:	::notices auntie and uncle looking at mystery person::

AtotrLycus:	::glances at tVecj, winks, and looks more arrogant::

Retor EtoK:	Do you know him, my uncle? ::gestures::

Ilia tReki:	::smiling very slightly to herself::watches the people at the table::

Ael tVecj:	::wondering what Heb and tr'Lae are looking at:::

DErvKYele:	::shakes head:: Na...

Ael tVecj:	::eats her desert::

EtonTrSaal:	::scerupticiously nudges Ael, to get her attention::

DErvKYele:	I just wish I knew who he was. ::shrugs::

Retor EtoK:	::looks at him in the eyes, skeptically::

Ilia tReki:	::glances over discreetly at the person::

DErvKYele:	::takes another bite of the desert::

Eirl tKaen:	::reading his electronic thingy very intently::

AtotrLycus:	::tastes his desert:: I remember an old scroll I once read. Very interesting.

Retor EtoK:	::plays coy:: There are plenty of people in the restaurant.  Why does he interest you so m

Retor EtoK:	uch?

Ael tVecj:	::murmurs to K'Yele::Perhaps you should start thinking of the relocation...

Retor EtoK:	much

Eirl tKaen:	::glares at the people looking at him::

Ael tVecj:	Oh? Whats a scroll?

DErvKYele:	::nods to Ael::

EtonTrSaal:	(w) Mrs t'Lae?

Ael tVecj:	::glances at tr'Saal::Hm?

DErvKYele:	Well, I've got to go to the w.c. again, I think.

Retor EtoK:	::sees nodding and weird mumbling again;  wonders is "Eirl" is their hit-man or something::

EtonTrSaal:	<::Isn't tr'Saal, is Nikolai::>

Eirl tKaen:	::pointedly moves his back to them::

AtotrLycus:	An old text, which was in a cylinder form, and could be rolled out.

DErvKYele:	::stands, slides out::

Ilia tReki:	::straightens her head back to the booth's occupants, but keeps her eye in his direction, ..

Ilia tReki:	::..curious::

Eirl tKaen:	<name is tr'Loki. as in minor god of mischeif>

EtonTrSaal:	::in english, figures it's less likely to be over heard:: (w) Do you see that man across the

EtonTrSaal:	way?

DErvKYele:	::opaques the privacy field for the booth::

Ael tVecj:	::glances at Nikolai, glances around::(w) Ie...::thinks::

AtotrLycus:	Most of the tales are not recorded, I believe.

EtonTrSaal:	<Loki was a ver major god, actually. One of the main norse gods::

DErvKYele:	::walks to the bathroom, seeming a bit menacing to the mystery man as he passes::

AtotrLycus:	<<Loki, the great trickster.>>

EtonTrSaal:	Um, somethign is rotten in the state of denmark.

Eirl tKaen:	<oh, oops. was getting him confused>

Ael tVecj:	<And if you'd read Douglas Adam's "Teatime for the soul" or whatever, you'd know that ;)>

Ael tVecj:	::whispers to Nikolai::Do you know him?

EtonTrSaal:	<I have>

Ael tVecj:	Which tale is this, Ato?

Eirl tKaen:	::with privacy sheild up, catches nothing. acts relieved to have them not looking at him::

Eirl tKaen:	::slowly sips coffee, and reads::

Retor EtoK:	::getting more nervious; twiddles thumbs and looks at the floor::

Eirl tKaen:	::really annoyed, but doesn't show it::

EtonTrSaal:	(w) No, but somehting is very odd about him. He obviously geratly resents being noticed by..

EtonTrSaal:	..us.

Retor EtoK:	<- can't spell today!!?!?>

DErvKYele:	::returns, passes tr'Loki again, goes through the privacy field into the booth::

AtotrLycus:	::thinks for a second:: Well, you probrobly haven't herd it. They were so old.

Ael tVecj:	::yawns, looks at Ato::Probably ont.

Ael tVecj:	<not>

Ilia tReki:	::wonders if that shield goes around the walls of the booth or around the immediate area ...

Ilia tReki:	::..thereof::

Ael tVecj:	::glances at where Loki is again::Perhaps we should move back to the mansion...

AtotrLycus:	Something about a fox, I remember, I haven't seen it in years.

DErvKYele:	Perhaps... we could talk in our mansion, Heb, my boy.

DErvKYele:	Very private, nice place.

EtonTrSaal:	(w) Do you want me to do anything?

Retor EtoK:	Talk about what?

Ael tVecj:	(w) Like what? Attack him? ::looks narrowly at Andianov::

DErvKYele:	Nikolai, you can probably go home now. We thank you for your help, and hope you find your

DErvKYele:	man.

Ilia tReki:	::stands outside the field, in an alert stance::

Eirl tKaen:	::orders a sweet of some sort::

Eirl tKaen:	::eats it very slowly::

Ael tVecj:	Uh, Ie. ::glances at tr'Lae, nods to Nikolai::

EtonTrSaal:	(w) Stall him?

Ilia tReki:	::can't wait to get back to lounging in engineering, feet up on the console.....::

Ael tVecj:	::stands::

EtonTrSaal:	(w) I could attack him if it was neccicary. I am armed.

Ael tVecj:	::nods to Andianov::(w) try and figure out if he's a true danger.

EtonTrSaal:	::nods::

Retor EtoK:	::wonders why he's being ignored::

EtonTrSaal:	::tries to think::

Ilia tReki:	::glances at the mystery person again::

AtotrLycus:	::sips his water:: So, Heb. Any hobbies? The arts, prehaps?

EtonTrSaal:	(w) I'll go away a bit when you leave, to try to see if he follows you.

Ael tVecj:	::nods to Andianov::

Ael tVecj:	::galnces at Heb::

Retor EtoK:	Not really; I prefer to observe and to write.

AtotrLycus:	Oh? On what? Sciences, prehaps?

Retor EtoK:	I. . . used to, well, not really.

Ilia tReki:	::keeps her face straight ahead, trying to look like a good, patient servant::

Retor EtoK:	On life.  People.  

EtonTrSaal:	::intending to be overheard, in Rihannsu [If you'll excuse me, I have work to do.]

Ael tVecj:	::indicates Ilia should come along, heads out of the resturant, leaving Heb and Ato to their

Ael tVecj:	chat and tr'Lae with the bill::

Ilia tReki:	::follows Ael::

AtotrLycus:	Ah. People. ::quietly adds:: Ant the things they have.

Erv tResan:	::stands, exits with them::

Retor EtoK:	::looks up suddenly:: What do you mean by *that*?

EtonTrSaal:	::walks away, finds a seat where he can see "Eirl", but can't be seen easilly himself::

DErvKYele:	::glances at the departing Ael::

Ael tVecj:	::strides along at a quick pace::We should check the mansion's defenses...

DErvKYele:	::sees how cheap she can be even in character::

Ael tVecj:	In case the true assassian is still here.

Eirl tKaen:	::waits for a few minutes agter seeing people leave, then gets up and covertly follows::

AtotrLycus:	Well, uh, people have such interesting things, all having to do with their culture!

Ilia tReki:	::strides along, trying to keep up::  Ie..

DErvKYele:	::sighs, takes some credit notes from his wallet::

Eirl tKaen:	::doesn't follow dirrectly behind::

Retor EtoK:	Yes, I would suppose so.  That wasn't exactly what I meant, though

EtonTrSaal:	::stands and follows him, trying to stay out of sight::

AtotrLycus:	Well, to each their own.

Ael tVecj:	<Heb hasn't left the resturant yet, btw>

Retor EtoK:	Yes, that is indeed so.

DErvKYele:	Well...

EtonTrSaal:	::tries to look like he's wandering::

Retor EtoK:	<Is that a hint?>

DErvKYele:	::glances through the field, sees the man gone::

Eirl tKaen:	<oh, delay that, then>

Ael tVecj:	#::trots up the steps to the mansion::You two, secure the upstairs.

Ael tVecj:	#I'll check the windows. ::walks through the house::

DErvKYele:	You two keep talking, get to know each other.

AtotrLycus:	::looks around:: Nice archetecture, in this place.

Ilia tReki:	# ::nods::climbs the stairs and heads into the first room::

DErvKYele:	I have to catch up with your aunt.

Ael tVecj:	<afk>

DErvKYele:	::exits and leaves the restaurant::

EtonTrSaal:	<Eirl, what;'s the guy doing right now?>

Retor EtoK:	<Am I alone?>

AtotrLycus:	<<Naw, Ato's keeping you company!>>

DErvKYele:	<Nope, Retor and Ato are at the booth now.>

Eirl tKaen:	<I think I'm still waiting for heb to emerge>

EtonTrSaal:	::several booths down from the man::

Ilia tReki:	# ::rattles the windows a bit and activates the security fields outside each::

Retor EtoK:	::to Ato: I don't believe we really met.  I am Heb

DErvKYele:	::keeps away from the man so he can see only that a medium-sized male has left the booth::

AtotrLycus:	::nods:: My name is Ato.

Retor EtoK:	Jolan tru.

EtonTrSaal:	<I thought heb was already at the mansion?>

DErvKYele:	<Nope. In the booth.>

AtotrLycus:	::glances quickly at a small vase:: Jolan tru.

Retor EtoK:	Are we waiting for someone?

DErvKYele:	<::wonders why the sims with observers are always the most confusing::

DErvKYele:	>

Eirl tKaen:	::looks at the man, and calls to him:: Jolan tru!

Ilia tReki:	# ::repeats in each room::

AtotrLycus:	::sips his water:: Not that I know of.

DErvKYele:	::steps back in in different dress::

Ael tVecj:	#::finishes up and throws herself into a chair::

EtonTrSaal:	<Who do you call to?>

Ael tVecj:	<We've never been too good at recruiting people...>

DErvKYele:	::walks back toward the man:: Hello! Nice to meet your, sir, how are you doing today?

Retor EtoK:	Because I'm awfully tired.  It's been difficult trying to sleep in the jail.

Eirl tKaen:	::gets no answer, shrugs::

DErvKYele:	::slurs his speech as if he is drunk::

Eirl tKaen:	::recognises him, but plays along:: I'm fine. how are you?

DErvKYele:	::straggles his gait to do the same::

AtotrLycus:	::sips water, mumbles:: Yes, I know.

Eirl tKaen:	::acting not happy about being interupted::

Retor EtoK:	::tries to be more blunt:: May we go?

DErvKYele:	<I didn't get close enough long enough for you to see my face...>

Ilia tReki:	# ::peers back into each room, just to make sure, then steps downstairs::

EtonTrSaal:	::sitting nervously, watching the man and K'Yrele::

AtotrLycus:	::looks around:: Uh, where?

Retor EtoK:	Out of here?

Eirl tKaen:	<you walked by to the bathroom. >

AtotrLycus:	::grins:: Well, sure! I think I saw a nice tevern near here.

Ilia tReki:	# The windows at least are secured, rekkhai..

DErvKYele:	<I didn't look at you, just seemed menacing.>

Ael tVecj:	# ::nods to Ilia:: Make coffee. ::wonders where Lera is::

DErvKYele:	::sighs, stumbles off and out of the bar::

Retor EtoK:	Oh. . . I meant back to my home.  As I said, I am awfully tired.

EtonTrSaal:	::still watching him::

Ilia tReki:	#  Uh.. ie.. any particular flavor, or should I surprise you, rekkhai?

Ilia tReki:	# ::smiles and starts for the kitchen::

Ael tVecj:	# ::smiles sweetly at Ilia::Surprise me.

EtonTrSaal:	<Just don't switch it with Folger's Crystals, she'll kill you. :)>

DErvKYele:	::speeds down to the mansion::

Erv tResan:	# ::is with them::

AtotrLycus:	Your home? ::clears throght:: Your home! Surem let's go to the mansion.

Ilia tReki:	<::nods::glances warily at Ael::>

Ael tVecj:	#::gulps, seeing Lera's right there::

Retor EtoK:	Mansion?

Ael tVecj:	#We need to start planning on sneaking Heb off this planet...

Ilia tReki:	# ::trots into the kitchen::types in deliberately "Regular"::

AtotrLycus:	You can stay there the night.

Ilia tReki:	# ::peruses the list of flavors::

Retor EtoK:	Oh, no.  I couldn't impose.

Retor EtoK:	And anyway, I am such a poor guest.

Retor EtoK:	I just want to get back to my regular routine.

DErvKYele:	::enters the mansion with a string of curses that have no real translation::

AtotrLycus:	Oh, it would be no trouble at all! We could chat.

Ael tVecj:	#Is the Camel still in the system? ::talking to Lera::

Ael tVecj:	#::glances at K'Yele::Honey?

Erv tResan:	# ::shrug::

Retor EtoK:	With all due respect, I believe that I'll decline the invitation.  Perhaps tomorrow. . .?

DErvKYele:	#::looks around, seeing no one but the crew::

Retor EtoK:	Hann'yo, though.

Ilia tReki:	# ::punches in a command::picks up the tray full of cups and steaming coffee::

Retor EtoK:	::gets up, heads out::

Ael tVecj:	#Aili is making coffee... are you alright?

Ilia tReki:	# ::trots back to the living room::

Retor EtoK:	::makes his way towards the door:

DErvKYele:	#Uh... I'm fine, E'lev... that man just gives me the creeps...

Ael tVecj:	<trots, carrying a tray?>

AtotrLycus:	::follows Heb:: Please! It's no problem! You could talk with your aunt and uncle.

Retor EtoK:	::exits restaurant::

Ael tVecj:	#I checked the...security system...where's Heb?

Erv tResan:	# ::manages not to giggle at Ael and K'Yele::

DErvKYele:	#<w> We're the only ones around, why do we have to keep up character?

Eirl tKaen:	::waits a few minutes, then walks out. heads down another block, and enters a building::

Ilia tReki:	# ::sets the tray on a table::  Llaihr coffee.. piping hot. ::smiles::

Retor EtoK:	I'm really quite all right.

EtonTrSaal:	::gets up, trails a good distance behind tr'Loki::

Retor EtoK:	:starts walking faster::

AtotrLycus:	::mumbles really quietly:: A real intresting conversation there.

DErvKYele:	#He's still with Ato.

Ael tVecj:	#::blushes slightly:: After the mistake tonight, I was being extra careful.

Ael tVecj:	#::picks up a mug:::Hann'yyo, Ilia.

Ilia tReki:	<::would do a backflip while carrying it, but.. well.. she'd hate to show off;)::>

Eirl tKaen:	::goes up several flights of stairs quickly, then down another few and out a back door::

Ael tVecj:	#And Nikolai went home...Is Ato bringing him here?

DErvKYele:	#Well, the man is on to Nikolai...

DErvKYele:	# He knows where Heb is...

Retor EtoK:	::turns corner into alley::

Eirl tKaen:	::doubles back on another block, and soon has Heb in sight again::

Ael tVecj:	#::frowns::

AtotrLycus:	::follows Heb:: I didn't impose, did I?

Ael tVecj:	#::takes a sip of her coffee, and chokes::

Retor EtoK:	Why in Ayerreine are you following me?

Eirl tKaen:	::grabbed some papers in the building, looking like he had a purpoose there::

Retor EtoK:	::starts running::

EtonTrSaal:	::doesn't knwo where tr'Loki is, heads towards teh mansion, keeping in shadows::

AtotrLycus:	::frowns:: Oh boy.

DErvKYele:	#::growls, feeling the mission fall apart::

Ael tVecj:	#::sets down the mug::Positively awful.#

AtotrLycus:	::runs after Heb:: What's the problem?

Ael tVecj:	#;:glances at K'Yele:: We've finished part one..all we have to do is get him off the planet.

Retor EtoK:	I'm armed!

DErvKYele:	#::hides his disruptor, leaves, going back toward the restaurant with the most ciruitous

Retor EtoK:	Turn around, hnah!

DErvKYele:	route::

AtotrLycus:	<<Note: You said we're in an ally.>>

Retor EtoK:	<Is that Rihansu or Klingon?>

Erv tResan:	# ::takes a sip of the coffee::

Erv tResan:	# Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!

Ael tVecj:	<Is what Rihannsu or Klingon?>

DErvKYele:	<Rihannsu.>

AtotrLycus:	::raises hand:: No need to get violent, my friend!

Retor EtoK:	<Yes, but I assumed that by now we're out on the other side>

Retor EtoK:	<Hnah>

Ael tVecj:	<Hnah = now>

Retor EtoK:	<Just making sure>

AtotrLycus:	<<Oh. No dead end.>>

Eirl tKaen:	::sees heb running, and pulls him aside:: Here, this way! I can get you away from him!

Ilia tReki:	# ::blinks at Lera::  Too strong..?

AtotrLycus:	<<forgive me.>>

Erv tResan:	# It's a bit warm.

Retor EtoK:	Let's keep it that way ::runs quickly::

Retor EtoK:	<<It's ok :-)>

Ilia tReki:	# ::only half-heard that exchange between Ael and K'Yele::

DErvKYele:	#::hears voices, runs toward them::

AtotrLycus:	::running after Heb:: C'mon.

Ael tVecj:	#::watches K'Yele leave and sighs::

AtotrLycus:	::slows down::

Retor EtoK:	::approaches apartment building; enters, locks door::

EtonTrSaal:	::also hears the noise, heads towards it::

DErvKYele:	::enters the alley::

Ael tVecj:	#::opens the hope chest, pulls out a disruptor rifle::You two stay here...if Heb shows up,

Ael tVecj:	keep him here.

Ilia tReki:	# ::glances around the room::

Ael tVecj:	#::exits the mansion::

Erv tResan:	# ::nod::

DErvKYele:	::sees no one::

Retor EtoK:	::up in his room with lights off::

Ilia tReki:	# ::glances at the chest curiously::

AtotrLycus:	::gasping a little::

Erv tResan:	# ::looks over at Ilia::

Ael tVecj:	::jogs down the street, squinting through the dusk::

EtonTrSaal:	::looks, see's K'Yele::

DErvKYele:	::sees that this is Heb's alleyway::

Retor EtoK:	Etreh, surveillence camera on display screen.

Ilia tReki:	#  Seems things are picking up.. what happened in that booth after the field went up..?

DErvKYele:	::runs toward his apartment::

AtotrLycus:	::walks back down the alleyway::

Eirl tKaen:	::aproaches Heb's building by a very roundabout method, wearing different clothes and makeup

Retor EtoK:	::watches who's near the apartment::

Erv tResan:	# ::shrug::

Retor EtoK:	::sees KYele approach::

Retor EtoK:	<The doors are still locked>

Ael tVecj:	::sees the resturant, but no one around it::

EtonTrSaal:	::walks up behins K'Yele, grabs him on the shoulder::

Ael tVecj:	::glancing around::

DErvKYele:	::motions to the camera that he knows is there::

Ilia tReki:	# ::smiles to herself::  Nothing that would cause this, huh..?

Eirl tKaen:	::watches from a building across the street::

Erv tResan:	# ::giggles::

Eirl tKaen:	::patient, out of sight::

Erv tResan:	# You think they tell me anything? ::smile::

AtotrLycus:	::walking back to the resturant:: Well that was good, Ato.

Retor EtoK:	::looks for disrupter::

Ael tVecj:	::spots Ato:: Tr'Lycus!

Retor EtoK:	::it's difficult in the dark, though, to find it::

DErvKYele:	::jumps::

DErvKYele:	::turns to Nikolai::

EtonTrSaal:	::to K'Yele:: What are you doing?

AtotrLycus:	::stops:: Oh, eh.

EtonTrSaal:	(w)

Ael tVecj:	::glares::Where's Heb?

DErvKYele:	I'm trying to get to Heb. He ran away on me.

Ilia tReki:	# ::smirks::  Never know.. things are getting odd.. ::smiles::

DErvKYele:	I think the pressure's getting to him.

EtonTrSaal:	(w) I lost out little friend, he could be anywhere.

AtotrLycus:	::looks around:: That is a good question...

Erv tResan:	# ::sighs softly::

Ael tVecj:	Wasn't he with you?

Ael tVecj:	::starts walking down the street::

AtotrLycus:	::follows tVecj:: Well, yes. was.

DErvKYele:	::sees that Nikolai is too wrapped up now to be denied the truth::

Ilia tReki:	# ::pulls back one of the curtains and peers out the window into the dark::

Retor EtoK:	::dons personal cloaking device the that gov't gave him to protect himself back when they 

Retor EtoK:	liked him::

Ilia tReki:	# It would be such a pleasant change to know what's going on..

EtonTrSaal:	(w) Coudl you please tell me what teh hell is going on?

DErvKYele:	::whispers very quietly to him:: Do everything I say. I'm with the Galae.

Erv tResan:	# ::nodnodnodsmilehuggle::

DErvKYele:	I'm here to protect Heb, there's someone trying to kill him.

EtonTrSaal:	::mutters a russian curse, nods::

Ilia tReki:	# ::blinks slightly as Lera locks onto her::;)

Ael tVecj:	::hears whispering, stops walkng::

DErvKYele:	::opens his cloak, gets disruptor, hands it to Nikolai::

DErvKYele:	Stand guard here.

Retor EtoK:	::sits in closet in dark room, cloaked and holding a disrupter::

AtotrLycus:	Well, ie, he was with me.

Ael tVecj:	<Please dont grope my servant! Hmpft.>

EtonTrSaal:	::takes it, hopes he knows how to use it, also takes a large hunting knife out of his boot::

Retor EtoK:	<LOL>

Ael tVecj:	<Going to 10:10, unless anyone has objections...>

DErvKYele:	::presses buzzer at Heb's name::

Erv tResan:	<Grope? ::Lera's Innocent Look::»>

DErvKYele:	<Nope.>

Ael tVecj:	Which way did he go?

Retor EtoK:	<<11:10>>

Ael tVecj:	<Yeah, 11:10. :P>

Retor EtoK:	Etrehh, not home! Hnah!

Eirl tKaen:	<10:10 here>

EtonTrSaal:	::warilly looking about, looking for any motion::

Retor EtoK:	Etrehh> Heb is not in his quarters.  May I take a message?

AtotrLycus:	If I knew, would I be here?

DErvKYele:	Ie!

DErvKYele:	Heb, open this door.

Ael tVecj:	+com+ Aili, heard from our...nephew?

Erv tResan:	# ::smiles at Ilia, giggles::

Eirl tKaen:	::watches group aproach::

AtotrLycus:	He went around the alley.

DErvKYele:	I'm not the one trying to kill you, Heb.

DErvKYele:	I'm going to protect you.

Ilia tReki:	# =/\= Na, no word yet..

DErvKYele:	I'm on your side, Heb.

Ael tVecj:	Good point. :::begins walking down the street again::

Retor EtoK:	Etrehh, not here.

DErvKYele:	And I know you're in there.

Retor EtoK:	Etrehh> Heb is not here at this time.  He shall receive your message upon his return.

AtotrLycus:	::thinks for a sec, suprised he's not getting yelled at:: Well, ie.

Ael tVecj:	+Aili+ Could you give me the address of Heb's home? Before all this started?

Retor EtoK:	Etrehh> Good day.

DErvKYele:	Etrehh, military override Alpha Pi 7.

Ael tVecj:	::figuring the bad guy knows where Heb is already::

Retor EtoK:	::doors open, hesitantly::

Ilia tReki:	# =/\= Ie.. just a minute..

Retor EtoK:	::still cloaked and stuff::

DErvKYele:	::opens the door, runs up towards Heb's room::

Ael tVecj:	::glances at Ato::Well, I'm assuming you were trained for science, notc

Ael tVecj:	counterintelligence.

EtonTrSaal:	::follows, a step behind K'Yele::

DErvKYele:	::overrides this door as well, enters and closes it::

EtonTrSaal:	::steps in behind him::

Ilia tReki:	# ::pulls out a ... (aaargh!!)(padd)::flips through the information::

DErvKYele:	Heb, wherever you are, come out.

Ael tVecj:	<ISD>

DErvKYele:	I'm unarmed.

Retor EtoK:	::wonders if military codes would indicate that he's a good guy. . .::

Ilia tReki:	<::mutters that to herself several times::>

EtonTrSaal:	::not sure he should belive him, but the door override thing was convincing::

AtotrLycus:	::grins arrogantly:: Well, I know my skills very well.

DErvKYele:	<No, I closed it on you, Eton.>

Retor EtoK:	:probably not since the gov't owns the military::

Eirl tKaen:	::has moved into the building from across the street, but not near K'Yele::

DErvKYele:	<You stand guard.>

Retor EtoK:	Etrehh> Heb is not in hius quarters at this time.

DErvKYele:	Etrehh, shut up.

Retor EtoK:	ACTION: Sound on Etrehh muted

Ael tVecj:	Etrehh> ::looks hurt::

DErvKYele:	Heb! Come out! I can explain.

Ilia tReki:	# =/\= His last known address was Building 29 in the third quarter, Jo'rahl street..

EtonTrSaal:	::I know, he stuck his arms in, he figured you;'d to that::

Ilia tReki:	<If there's a real address, substitute it;)>

Ael tVecj:	#+Aili+ Hann'yyo.

DErvKYele:	Think of it! If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead, executed in a criminal court system!

EtonTrSaal:	::doesn't trust K'Yele::

Ilia tReki:	# =/\= Apartment.. six.

Ael tVecj:	#::snorts at Ato::Do you?

DErvKYele:	::pushes Nikolai out:: Stand guard!

Ael tVecj:	#::walks towards Jo'rahl street::

DErvKYele:	::closes door, locks::

Retor EtoK:	<How does he know that?  He doesn't know the role you played in the case>

DErvKYele:	::walks around, trying to find him, doesn't know about the cloaking device::

EtonTrSaal:	::stands outside, angry, watches everyhting, knife in one hand, disrupter in other::

AtotrLycus:	#::following:: Well, yes. After all, I am the...  Well, forget that.

DErvKYele:	Heb, if you don't trust me, you're going to die.

Retor EtoK:	::ponders that suspiciously::

Eirl tKaen:	::aproaching nearer the room, from behind, but out of sight. stops at the door K'Yele over

Retor EtoK:	::lights in room turn on as a result of automatic timer::

Ael tVecj:	#::makes a turn onto the street, finds Building 29:: Can you get us inside?

Eirl tKaen:	rode before, and pressed his ear against it::

DErvKYele:	::uses his small, limited multicorder to search for life signs::

DErvKYele:	::finds none::

AtotrLycus:	# Well, if I couldn't, I'd be suprised.

EtonTrSaal:	<Eirl, I am at the door guarding, with weapons!>

DErvKYele:	::jumps at the light, calms down::

Retor EtoK:	::tries to quietly open air duct, realizes that it's impossible to do without making noise

Ael tVecj:	#Then please, don't surprise me.

Retor EtoK:	gives up::

AtotrLycus:	#::walks over to the door:: What kind of lock is this...

EtonTrSaal:	<On your side, no less>

Ael tVecj:	#::gazing around at the vacant street::

Ael tVecj:	<Ack!>

Ael tVecj:	<Why am I using #?>

DErvKYele:	::figures the cloak out::

DErvKYele:	::gets an idea::

Retor EtoK:	::hears Kyele jump;  relaxes a bit::

Erv tResan:	<::hands her a bottle of #-B-Gone»::>

EtonTrSaal:	<::pokes Eirl::>

DErvKYele:	Heb, you have a heart and you do breath.

DErvKYele:	A cloaking device can't mask those sounds.

Retor EtoK:	<breathe>

Eirl tKaen:	<aak! I didn't do that!>

Retor EtoK:	::deep in closet::

EtonTrSaal:	<Ok, thought so. :)>

AtotrLycus:	::taps keypad:: Hmm.

DErvKYele:	::scans for them::

Ael tVecj:	::leans against the door, rifle on her shoulder::

Retor EtoK:	::grabs disrupter::

EtonTrSaal:	::still watching for anything around him::

Ilia tReki:	# ::leans on the windowsill, wondering vaguely what she's missing::

DErvKYele:	::finds a very large emanation from himself, smaller ones form the windows and from the

DErvKYele:	closet::

EtonTrSaal:	<Ael, where are you?>

DErvKYele:	Heb, come out of the closet.

Ael tVecj:	<At the front door>

Ilia tReki:	# So.. how are your children doing, Lera..?  Adjusting well to life planetside? ::smiles::

DErvKYele:	::raises his arms in advance::

AtotrLycus:	::glares at tVecj:: Would you please move?

Eirl tKaen:	::around a hall corner, leaves the building to wait outside::

EtonTrSaal:	<Of the building, or the individual apartment?>

Retor EtoK:	::grip tightens::

Ael tVecj:	::glares back, moves::

Retor EtoK:	::holds breath::

Eirl tKaen:	::fingers a disruptor::

DErvKYele:	::walks around to the closet, knocks at the door::

Ael tVecj:	<building>

AtotrLycus:	::fronwns:: Thank you.

Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<

Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<

Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<

DErvKYele:	Hey!!!

AtotrLycus:	::taps keypad, door opens::

Ael tVecj:	Yay, cliffhanger. :)

Retor EtoK:	::breathes again::

DErvKYele:	::sighs::

AtotrLycus:	Whoopie.

EtonTrSaal:	::sighs::

Ael tVecj:	We've never had a cliffhanger before...

Eirl tKaen:	I like being a bad guy!

Retor EtoK:	Never?

Ael tVecj:	Well, not recently.

DErvKYele:	tr'Loki is about to kill Nikolai...

Retor EtoK:	What about when Retor was almost executed at that court?

DErvKYele:	Heb's about to kill me...

Retor EtoK:	The green alert?

Eirl tKaen:	The first role I played on this ship was a bad guy

DErvKYele:	I remember it.

SailrMagus:	::comes out of her hiding place in the shadows <eg>::

Ael tVecj:	Ael's about to kill Ato..;)

AtotrLycus:	Killing people. We're such a beneviolent crew.

Retor EtoK:	LOL

Ilia tReki:	::waves to Magus::holds up a flashlight::

DErvKYele:	Yeah. :)

Retor EtoK:	Ato, you'll learn

Ael tVecj:	Btw, Ato, your mentor is offically Retor. :)

Ael tVecj:	Any announcements?

EtonTrSaal:	::goes back behind the borrowed plant::

Retor EtoK:	::waves; takes off cloak::

DErvKYele:	A question here.

AtotrLycus:	Hey, I've been in sims before.

Eirl tKaen:	::drags Eton out::

DErvKYele:	Is C'eryl dead or something? She hasn't come to any sims lately.

Retor EtoK:	Great; then it'll be easy for me!

EtonTrSaal:	::escapes, hides::

Retor EtoK:	She's in Texas

Retor EtoK:	and she works

Ael tVecj:	C'eryl's on an extended LOA...

Ilia tReki:	::nudges a few more shrubs over Eton's way::

DErvKYele:	Ah.

Ael tVecj:	She works every Friday and Saturday night. :/

Eirl tKaen:	will she be back? ::hopefully::

Ael tVecj:	Someday, I hope.

Retor EtoK:	It's funny the way she explained it to me

Eirl tKaen:	do you know when?

Retor EtoK:	She's like, and the malls close at 10 ET

EtonTrSaal:	::surrounds himself with plants, nods to Ilia in thanks::

DErvKYele:	Anyway, she's all growed up now, so I'm open for a protege myslef.

Retor EtoK:	without telling me that she worked at the mall

DErvKYele:	myself even.

Retor EtoK:	I assumed that she just *had* to be there every hour it was open

Retor EtoK:	It was quite funny

Retor EtoK:	Does this look like arabic from where y'all are?  (I'm testing something)

Retor EtoK:	No, right?

Ael tVecj:	Well, recruit one, K'Yele. ;)\

DErvKYele:	Nope...

Retor EtoK:	Oh well.

Ael tVecj:	Like, SailrMagus...::pokes her::

DErvKYele:	What were you testing?

Retor EtoK:	AOL 4.0

SailrMagus:	::hides  ;)::

Ilia tReki:	::slides a small tree over to Magus:: (w)  Hide well.. ;)

Retor EtoK:	::raises hand for announcement::

Ael tVecj:	Ie, Retor?

EtonTrSaal:	::wonders where she gets all of these plants::

DErvKYele:	Here we go...

Erv tResan:	::hands Ato a plant::

Retor EtoK:	::lugs out big black box::

Retor EtoK:	Well, this is just a little something. . .

Ilia tReki:	::wonders too..hm..::

Retor EtoK:	to recognize the incredible effort and 

AtotrLycus:	::looks at plant:: No thanks, I had my salad.

Ael tVecj:	Jolan tru, rekkhai! :)

Retor EtoK:	accomplishment put forth by our

Ael tVecj:	::shuts up and listens to Retor::<Sorry, Retor>

Retor EtoK:	newbies who entered in the middle of an incredibly confusing plot

Retor EtoK:	that had most of us reg'lars mindboggled and

Retor EtoK:	flabbergasted.

Erv tResan:	(w) It's to hide behind...

Retor EtoK:	Thus, I present our guests/recruits

Retor EtoK:	with. . .t

Retor EtoK:	da dada da!!!

Retor EtoK:	The flaming-pies eating serpent of Kozakastan!

Retor EtoK:	::hands them the serpent::

Erv tResan:	::raises an eyebrow::

NRae trLan:	::Flabbergasted by how my chat rooms have changed... feels dated::

Ilia tReki:	::golf claps::

AtotrLycus:	::steps back:: I can't accept this honor!

Ael tVecj:	::watches Retor hand serpants out::

Ael tVecj:	<serpent>

Erv tResan:	And there was much rejoicing. ::yay::

Ilia tReki:	::edges behind a plant as she does so::

Retor EtoK:	LOL

Ael tVecj:	::pokes Lera::Oh, but you must accept, Ato.

Retor EtoK:	Why not, Ato?

Retor EtoK:	It's a special gift, just for you.

Erv tResan:	::poked::

Retor EtoK:	Are you a flaming pie?

Erv tResan:	Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! ::Lera's Really High-Pitched Squeek::»

AtotrLycus:	I'm, uh... Not a newbie! That's it!

Retor EtoK:	Newbie to our sim, however

Retor EtoK:	Or is that not so either?

Eirl tKaen:	::wonders who tr'Lan is::

AtotrLycus:	Heh heh. No need for shuch formalities, just move the snake away.

DErvKYele:	Eirl! Shush!

Retor EtoK:	No, really, I insist!

DErvKYele:	He's our boss...

Retor EtoK:	::offers tr'Lan a serpent also::

Eirl tKaen:	::hides, grabbing one of the plants::

Ael tVecj:	Ne'Rae tr'Lan is the head of the Tal Shiar, I think. ::hums::

Retor EtoK:	This one's from Mongolia, actually

AtotrLycus:	::holds serpent:: Heh heh. ::growls::

Erv tResan:	(w) Ato, now you see what the plant was for...

NRae trLan:	::Remains silent::

Erv tResan:	::dives into her portable hole, duct-tapes it closed::

DErvKYele:	Oh. I thought he was some secretary for Rihan affairs or something.

AtotrLycus:	::looks around, whistles a tune, and throws the serpent in the plant::

Eirl tKaen:	Not my plant!

Eirl tKaen:	::runs away::

Ilia tReki:	::leaps out from behind hers::

DErvKYele:	Anyway, I just see that he has a dominant position on the mailing list. :)

Erv tResan:	It was his plant...

Eirl tKaen:	yes! Ilia came out from her plant!

Ael tVecj:	He also makes all our webpages. :)

Ilia tReki:	::....um.. as the plants are all very close together..;)::

EtonTrSaal:	::pulls Eirl safely behind his plants::

AtotrLycus:	::chuckles:: Oops.

Ilia tReki:	::blinks and recoils from the lights::

DErvKYele:	::wonders when they are going to stop talking about him behind his back to his face::

Erv tResan:	::exits through another portable hole, drops one on Retor::

Erv tResan:	::hides::

NRae trLan:	Yeah, when I can actually get access...

Retor EtoK:	::done sgiving out serpents::

Ael tVecj:	::coughs::Oh, N'Rae tr'Lan is the head of the Galae, not the Tal Shiar.

Ael tVecj:	So, indeed, he is our boss.

EtonTrSaal:	::thinks he should just slip out quietly::

DErvKYele:	Okay, so he IS our boss! :)

Erv tResan:	::tosses Eton a portable hole::

Retor EtoK:	::bows profusely::

Erv tResan:	----====O

Ilia tReki:	::pokes at the plants with a stick, trying to flush the serpent out::

Retor EtoK:	<They're really quite nice serpents!>

AtotrLycus:	:;steps away from plants::

Eirl tKaen:	::baits the serpant with a flaming pie::

EtonTrSaal:	::fades into a shadow::

Eirl tKaen:	::begs Eton to come back out::

DErvKYele:	Anyway, I have to go.

Retor EtoK:	::wonders why no one appreciates the flame eating serpents::

Eirl tKaen:	::pouts:: he's gone

Erv tResan:	Bye, K'Yele! ::huggle::

Eirl tKaen:	have we been dismissed?

Ilia tReki:	Night K'Yele. :)

Eirl tKaen:	::likes them::

AtotrLycus:	::walks over to Retor:: Pardon.

DErvKYele:	So C-y'all later! ::hugglesnuffagus to all::

Ilia tReki:	::glances at the plants::

Eirl tKaen:	night K'Yele

NRae trLan:	Man, am I out of practice...

Retor EtoK:	::stops bowing profusely; just mildly::

Ilia tReki:	Hm.. I guess I'll sneak off to my greenhouse now.. ;)

Eirl tKaen:	b-bye, t'Reki

Erv tResan:	----====|}~~~ ::at the serpent::

Ilia tReki:	::waves::  Night guys. :)

AtotrLycus:	::glares at Retor:: (w) Next time you give me a snake, it goes down your shirt. Understood?

Erv tResan:	Goodnight, Ilia! ::huggle::

AtotrLycus:	Nicgt, llia.

SailrMagus:	<g>   well, that was fun, I'll just go hide someplace else now...  ;)

Retor EtoK:	Who's the mentor in this relationship, Ato?

Eirl tKaen:	Eton left!

SailrMagus:	::poof::

Erv tResan:	::wonders why Ato isn't her mentee, pouts::

NRae trLan:	Yeah, a little bit ago...

AtotrLycus:	I haven't quite figured that out yet.

Eirl tKaen:	::thinks tr'Lan is seeing the least organised after-sim within her memory::

Ael tVecj:	Because you have a mentee...Kari.

Retor EtoK:	trLan, it's not like this *during* the sim

Erv tResan:	::raises an eyebrow:: I do?

NRae trLan:	::Remembering his time on the Raptor:: Um, no...

Retor EtoK:	We're all kind of waiting to Ael to emerge, but it's not quite happening

Erv tResan:	::wasn't aware of that::

Retor EtoK:	I was waiting for her to comment as to whether or not we are dismissed. . .

Erv tResan:	----====|} |} |} |} |} ::pies everyone, hides::

NRae trLan:	Man, a crew that actually waits for it....

Ael tVecj:	Dismissed...:)

Ael tVecj:	::beams at tr'Lan::

Ael tVecj:	::pats their little heads::

Eirl tKaen:	::scatters to sim with Eton::

Retor EtoK:	<--- is a very obedient officer, contrary to popular belief (demand?)

Ael tVecj:	::snorts at Retor::Ie. ;)

Erv tResan:	::giggle::

NRae trLan:	You guyz sim from 10-11 EDT, right?

Erv tResan:	::nodnodnod::

Eirl tKaen:	b-bye, everyone

NRae trLan:	One of these days I'll actually get here on time...

Erv tResan:	::giggle::

Ael tVecj:	Sure ya will. ;)

NRae trLan:	Those of us on PDT have trouble with such EARLY sims... ;)

Ael tVecj:	::snorts::

Erv tResan:	::giggle::

NRae trLan:	Hey, I don't even usually get out of work until 6...

NRae trLan:	And that's only if I'm all caught up... <<Never happens>>

Ael tVecj:	::chuckles::

NRae trLan:	Hey, Am I on your e-mail string?

Ael tVecj:	I think so.

Ael tVecj:	Err, nope. ::adds him::

NRae trLan:	::Wishes his stupid 'puter at home would work so he could actually check::

NRae trLan:	Kewl.

NRae trLan:	<== Actually trying to do his job for once

Ael tVecj:	::grins at trLan::

Erv tResan:	Bye, Ael, tr'Lan... ::waves::

NRae trLan:	::nods:: JT

Ael tVecj:	Bye Lera.

AtotrLycus:	Bye.

NRae trLan:	::starts playing with chat controls::

NRae trLan:	::Nope, not tht one...::

5/3/98 12:06:04 AM	Closing "Hnoiyika 5/2/98"