Session Start: Mon Sep 15 23:02:44 2003
Session Ident: #taw
* Logging #taw to 'logs\EsperNet\#taw.20030915.log'
<Ire> Session 101: Destiny's Aftermath
<Dias> NRP: UT!
<Ire> Time Chart: October 17th, 2222. 2 Days Later
<Ire> Location: Altros
<Ayn> NRP: we missed Ayn's birthday!
<Ire> GM: *The Altros remains hovered near the British Zone, cloaked to avoid detection. So far Britain has been in upheveal as Senreich maintains, or tries, control*
* Ire sits on the roof of the Altros, despite it being cloaked. To someone with a keen eye, it would seem as if a man were sitting there, crosslegged, in mid air. His eyes are closed as he sits there.
* Ayn sits perched at a computer, leaning close to the screen. She looks like she hasn't slept in days. She hasn't - she's been searching databases for any info on the spear.
<Ire> GM: *one of the HoloVids on the Bridge have been cycling through the news from the others zones. It seems that there has been a great uproar over the 5th Column's actions. Mega City upholds it as a brilliant move, celebrating the fact that the 5th Column managed to beat the British. The Canadian Zone, vowing once the war with Mega City is completed, to liberate Britain*
* Stark stands on the deck, leaning on his walking stick.
<Ire> GM: *other zones, like the Rainforest and the Japanese Zone, have no comments, not caring one way or another. The Siberian Zone, now in control of the Grasslands Zone, also had no comments, merely saying that they were "looking into the matter". Finally, a big uproar came from the Janus Corporation, liabling the 5th Column as "terrorists".
<Ire> (labeling
* Ayn rubs her eyes, and runs a hand through her greasy hair. "....there's got to be something, anything."
<Dias> NRP: McCabe: While we ourselves could not beat those Fag smoking Brits, I applause 5th Column
*** Gatsu has left #TAW
* Silouette watches over the sensors, like she often does. If she has nothing productive to do, she'll atleast make sure they'll know if some how an attack is coming.
*** Dias is now known as Dias-Sleep
* Ire shifts on the roof of the Altros, opening his eyes to look out at the twilight sky. The colors and beauty are lost upon him.
<Ire> NRP: Note, since this is character driven, for anything to occur, you guys will have to interact with each other.
<Ayn> ...what did Archamide's wife say? *she looks up, seeing Sil on the bridge*
<Silouette> ...what?
* Silouette looks over, not having a clue what Ayn is talking about.
* Stark looks to Ayn and Sil.
<Ayn> ....I'm talking to myself. *she sighs* Archamides was faced with a mathematical problem, and could not solve it. His wife told him something and then he discovered that displacement is a sure method to determine an object's mass.
<Stark> What relevance does that have to the current situation, Ayn?
<Silouette> ...I was always told he thought of it in the bathtub.
<Ayn> He took a bath then... thats what she said. *Ayn looks to Stark* I've been searching the 'net for info on the spear since it happened.... I haven't taken a break.
<Stark> Don't you read Grey history books?
<Ire> .oO (... Failure. I wasn't able to stop Eckhart. I wasn't unable to do anything when it mattered. ... Figures) *shifts and stands up, looking straight down at the Earth below. If he feels any vertigo, he doesn't show it*
<Stark> It was later revealed that Archamides both divorced his wife, and didn't bathe often... the secret of measureing mass was revealed to him by aliens.
<Ayn> ...what are they?
* Ayn blinks at Stark.
<Ayn> My point still holds. I need a break.
<Stark> Hrm.
*** Vile has joined #TAW
<Silouette> ...well, we don't seem to be doing much for now, so it's a good of time as any.
* Ayn sighs, and leans back in her chair. Her back cracks at the action, and she winces, "But it seems selfish to rest when so many people need our help."
<Stark> There's nothing we can do, at least until we make a plan of action.
* Ayn sighs
<Ayn> We need more information.
*** Sherin-Gone is now known as Sherinmir
* Ire paces along the roof of the Altros, which is a dangerous thing to do when you can't see what you're walking on. Then again, Ire isn't known for his safety precautions. He pauses now and again, glancing at the setting sun, then paces some more.
<Stark> I for one am at a loss as to what the proper course of action is.
<Silouette> ...got any suggestions?
<Ayn> We need to find the spear's weakness. It's a Catholic relic, where can you find documents on Catholic relics?
<Stark> Judeo-christian isn't my forte.
<Ayn> No... What about the gospel sword?
* Ayn sighs, and closes her eyes, rubbing her temples lightly.
<Stark> Junior, if I'm correct, doesn't follow that theology either.
<Ayn> He's a gnostic. *sighs* A thousand years ago, all I'd have to do is find a priest.
* Ire pauses, tilting back. He flexes his hand, which is wrapped up in bandages, and looks out. He shifts his trench coat some, the night air getting chilly fast.
<Stark> Hrm.
* Ayn looks to Stark, "What?"
<Stark> Who's to say there isn't a catholic church somewhere?
<Ire> The logical question would be: What next? I know that's what they'll ask me if I step in .... *glances down below him, despite the fact he can't see the Altros*
<Stark> The Vatican may have been disbanded, but...
<Silouette> ... the spear just some how makes him avoid being hit, doesn't it?
* Ayn looks to Stark, "You're fucking right...." She glances to Sil, "No, it does more."
<Silouette> ...for example?
<Stark> Well, I suppose the trick would be to get it away from him.
<Ayn> It prevented coordenation of the troops against his as well.... and that light he sent at us....
* Ayn stands, "I'm going to church. There should be one in London."
<Stark> If London still exists...
*** Sherinmir is now known as Firebird
<Ayn> Oh, it should.
<Firebird> * A loud bang sounds from the area near the hatch, followed a muffled thud.
* Ire turns his head toward the hatch area, though he can't see it.
<Silouette> .....
* Firebird emerges from the hatch, rubbing his head painfully. "I thought we fixed that thing."
<Stark> ...
<Ire> I was unware it needed fixing.
<Ire> (unaware)
<Firebird> ...Why is it always me that finds the problems with this thing? *grumbles* So, what's up?
* Ayn stands, "I'm going into London."
<Ire> ... Nothing. *stands there, looking at Firebird. He seems unalmost wary in his look*
<Ire> (almost. Eesh)
<Firebird> Cold as ever. *snickers*
<Silouette> ...sure that's a good idea?
<Ire> ...I apologise.
* Ire glances at the sun, which is out of sight now. The last rays of daylight are peeking over the horizon, threatening to go away.
<Firebird> *claps a hand on Ire's shoulder* Dude, you wouldn't be Ire if you weren't.
* Ayn shrugs, "They can't smell me. I'm smarter then his army, I know how to get around my disabilities. At night provides good cover.
* Ire jerks, glancing at FB. He raises an eyebrow
<Ire> I wouldn't?
<Firebird> You know what I mean, bossman.
* Ire nods.
* Ayn takes a few steps, and looks faint for a moment, ".....or not....."
<Silouette> *pauses* ...you okay?
* Ayn leans against the wall, and nods slowly, ".....I'll be fine...."
<Silouette> .....I don't think it's advisable for anyone to go down there on their own, especially someone who hasn't had rest in who knows how long.
* Ire watches the last rays of the sun go out and the stars start appearing above. He glances up at them.
* Ayn nods, "....you're right...."
* Silouette gets up, stretching a little.
* Ayn takes a long yawn, and leans against the wall.
<Silouette> ....you know, you don't have to do this now if you're not up to it.
<Ayn> I think I'll go out tomorrow, maybe ask Junior if he wants to go.
<Stark> Last I saw him he locked himself away in a cargo room.
* Ayn blinks, "....locked himself in a cargo room? why?"
<X1> NRP: *and somewhere, far into the distance, comes the cry of 'Saaaannndd Burritttooooo'...*
* Stark shrugs. "I get around, but I don't pry."
<Ayn> Which cargo bay was it?
* Ire turns to look at Firebird. He takes a deep breath and lets it out.
<Firebird> NRP: Holy crap, old reference. Congrats, X1, you're old. :P
* Firebird stares at the sky, thinking - and quiet, which is rather odd for him.
<Silouette> NRP: That sounds familiar... but closest I can think of is the speedy burrito =/
<X1> NRP: Dragonmaster
<Ire> You seem a little different, Frost.
<Stark> NRP: Sand buritto?
<Firebird> ...I've been doing some thinking, lately...
* Ire grunts in acknowledgement.
Session Close: Tue Sep 16 00:00:00 2003

Session Start: Tue Sep 16 00:00:00 2003
Session Ident: #taw
<X1> NRP: TCT reference
<Firebird> I know, I know, that's about all I've been doing.
* Firebird snickers, then shakes his head.
<Ire> ... *nods briefly*
* Stark looks at FB.
<Silouette> ...Ayn, you should probally get some rest.
<Ire> NRP: You know FB/Ire on the roof, right?
<Ayn> ...yeah.... *she pushes off the wall, and walks down towards the cargo bay*
<Firebird> I guess I realized how screwed up I've been lately, and... well... I'm sorry you had to put up with me.
* Ire raises an eyebrow
<Ire> There's been no problems.
<Firebird> Well, even so...
<Ire> Think nothing of it. Really.
* Ire puts his hands in his pockets.
* Ayn tries to open up the cargo bay.
<Firebird> Thanks for understanding, bossman. *looks up at the sky*
<Ayn> ....Junior?
* Ire shrugs, giving a slight nod. He glances up at the stars, too.
<Stark> *Junior doesn't give a responce, obviously well hidden in the cargo bay*
* Ayn sighs and stands in the center of it, "I have to talk to you, come on out."
* Ire reaches into his pocket and pulls out a picture of Silouette. He glances down at it in the dark.
<Firebird> *smirks* I definitely didn't see myself here a year ago... it's funny how things can change, huh?
<Ire> Things are always constantly changing. In another year, you might scarcely believe how you got there.
<Firebird> Very true...
<Ayn> ...Junior?
<Stark> <Junior> I'm meditating, what is it?
* Firebird bounces on his heels, then does some stretching exercises. His old inability to sit still is back.
* Ire glancing at Firebird silently, his eyebrow raised. He puts the picture back in his pocket.
<Ayn> Do you want to go into London tomorrow, and go to a church to see if a priest has any information on the spear? It's a Catholic relic.
<Firebird> *raises an eyebrow* What do you have there, boss?
<Stark> <Junior> I don't see why not.
<Ayn> Thank you. I'm sorry for inturrupting your meditations.
<Ire> A picture.
<Stark> <Junior> No problem. I have a lot on my mind; so I came here for solitude.
<Firebird> Huh. An ex or something?
* Ayn props herself up on a box, "Anything you want to talk about?"
<Ire> No, not an ex. Just a picture of Sil. I took it as a revenge for when she took a picture of me holding that teddy bear. Somehow it was...saved. I happened to find it the other day.
<Stark> <Junior> Nothing I can't sort out myself. But I have to ask you, why did you kill Olga?
<Firebird> It's kind of funny how things like that work, isn't it?
* Ire glances at FB.
<Ire> How so?
* Ayn takes a deep breath and lets it out, "She's a monster. She's not a Cheire, she's not human, she's evil. It's my job to destroy evil, my oath, and my way of serving God." She sighs, "Besides, she was like a pale copy of me, distorted, and shadowed."
<Firebird> How something insignificant like that finds its way to you, even after everything that's happened. *shrugs*
<Ire> I suppose so.
<Stark> <Junior> God dictates to kill, as a service to him?
<Stark> <Junior> That's awfully evangelistic of you.
* Ayn nods, "I suppose it is." She then frowns and looks down at her hands, "Junior, she would have killed every last one of us without a second thought. She would do it in God's name, in her father's service. I know this, becuase she's me. She had to be put down."
<Stark> <Junior> Of course she whould. Because, as you said, she's evil. But you killed her without a second thought. What does that make you?
* Ire turns as a particularly harsh wind blows by. He holds up his hand until it passes, shivering a bit.
<Ayn> No, it wasn't without a second thought. I've thought about it for nights, weeks of nights, ever since I found her. Tell me Junior, if you could stop something evil from killing all your friends, and the only way to stop it would be to kill it, would you?
* Firebird braces himself against the wind. "Getting a little cool out here."
<Ire> Winter is always harsh.
<Stark> <Junior> I disabled her. She didn't even have a chance to defend herself--she may well have never fought again because of those injuries.
* Ayn shakes her head, "And what if she recovered? What if the spear could have healed her?" She sighs, "She wasn't even human."
<Firebird> I'm from Vesperton, remember? Yeah, winter sucks.
<Stark> <Junior> Neither are you.
* Ire walks towards the hatch, bending down.
<Ire> I think it's time to go in for the night.
* Ire hops down the hatch, landing in a crouched position. He stands and moves away from the ladder.
<Ayn> ...she wasn't Cheire either. She was a copy.
<X1> NRP: And hot!
* Firebird nods and jumps for the hatch - and only scores one leg in the hatch. Caught off balance, he falls rather ungracefully to the floor.
*** Stark is now known as Junior
* Junior steps out of the shadows.
<Ayn> NRP: Once Vile clones her again, she should fuck Pope.
<Junior> What if it were the other way around?
<Firebird> ...We need to mark the hatch or something... ow...
<Ire> Are you alright, Frost?
<Junior> For all you know your memories could be programmed, her being the real one.
* Ayn glances to Junior, and shrugs, "Too bad I got her first then."
<Firebird> I've taken worse. *pulls himself up* Ah, heat. *stretches*
<Silouette> *wondering by* "...usually people don't miss something as big as that hatch."
* Junior looks at her.
<Junior> I see.
* Junior walks past her and down the hall.
* Ire glances at Silouette. He almost - almost - smirks at her joke.
* Ayn closes her eyes and sighs, knowing Junior wouldn't understand.
<Firebird> ...I'll hurt you. *sticks his tongue out at Sil*
<Silouette> ...not if I hide behind the hatch.
* Ire smiles, briefly. He looks at FB, shaking his head.
<Junior> NRP: Actually he does.
<Ayn> NRP: how so?
<Ayn> NRP: WE"RE FUCKING TIED!
<Ayn> NRP: Parsells can fuck himself!
<Junior> NRP: Night all.
<Ire> NRP: Night.
<Ayn> NRP: gnight
* Ire stands around in the hallway, then he moves off, walking towards the stairs.
*** Junior has quit IRC (Quit: What makes one 'alive'? Is it nothing more than a sustained chemical reaction? Or is it having a soul?)
* Ire walks down the stairs until he reaches the quarters. He begins to walk down the hall towards his room.
* Firebird rubs his head. "Ow... guess I hit harder than I thought. If anybody needs me... heh, yeah, right, I'll be in my room, ok Sil?"
* Ire pauses and leans against his door, not going in. He closes his eyes.
* Ayn sits in the cargo bay, and sighs softly again....
<Silouette> *nods* "..Sure thing."
<Ayn> NRP: FUCK
<Ire> NRP: Yes?
<Ayn> NRP: we're in overtime.
* Firebird walks down the hall
* Ire opens his eyes as he hears FB coming down the steps and onto the hallway with the rooms.
<Firebird> *waves* Just ignore me.
* Ire raises his eyebrow.
<Firebird> Tut! Don't raise an eyebrow at me! *snickers* Seriously, though, good night. *walks to his room*
<Ire> Good night, Steven.
<Firebird> 'Night Warren. *goes inside and closes the door*
* Ayn stands, and walks out of the cargo bay, and through the halls
* Ire reaches out and turns the handle, not bothering to keep his room locked. He throws open the door and clicks on the light, looking at the small space. He steps in, taking off the trench coat and throwing it to the side.
<Vile> nrp: bow bow chica bow bow..
*** Firebird is now known as Sherin-Sleepin
* Ayn walks up the ladder, and comes out of the ship through the hatch. She smiles as the cold, harsh wind hits her, and pulls her hair into the air.
* Ire glances at his hand, some red seeping through the bandages. He steps out of the room and walks down to the showers, stepping into the Men's. He walks over to the sink area and unwraps his bandages, sticking his hand under the water.
<Ayn> NRP: I hate football. It sucks you in, keeps you hooked, and you're up at 1 am watching the cowboys fuck the giants
* Ire steps out after he finishes, not bothering to rebandage it this time. He flexes his hand and walks past his door, having left it open before. He steps in, reaching for the light.
* Ayn looks out to the horizon, where London stands.
* Ire flicks off the light and closes his door. He walks down the hallway and back up the stairs. He moves into the bridge, taking a seat in the captain's chair. He leans back, closing his eyes - this is where he choices to spend his time now, late at night when others' sleep.
*** X1 is now known as X1-Sleep
* Ayn sighs, and slips back into the ship. She makes her way to the bridge, and takes a seat at her station.
* Ire doesn't acknowledge her presence. He could, quite frankly, already be asleep.
* Ayn once more begins her search for information on the 'nets for the spear.
<Ire> ...
* Ayn glances to Ire for a moment, and then back to her screen.
* Ire shifts some in his seat, leaning it further back.
* Ayn yawns again, and rests her head on the screen as the query runs
<Ire> Get some rest.
<Ayn> ....There's work to do.
<Ire> I don't care. Rest.
* Ayn looks to Ire, "Alright."
* Ire continues to lay in his seat. To those who would walk in, it would seem as if he were asleep, though it's obvious he's not to Ayn.
* Ayn stands, "Warren, are you going to be okay?"
<Ire> Yes.
* Ayn smiles a sleepy little smile, "You'd better be telling me the truth...."
<Ire> *pause* Yes, I am.
* Ayn nods, "Alright. I'll see you tomorrow...." She gives him a small wave, and then walk out of the bridge, and heads towards Pope's room.
<Ire> Lights - off. *the bridge goes dark, except for the light from the computer screens. As he lays there, he opens his eyes briefly, looking into the dark. Then, he closes them*
<Ire> S.E.S.S.I.O.N E.N.D.S
Session Close: Tue Sep 16 01:04:14 2003