ession Start: Mon Feb 03 21:54:00 2003
Session Ident: #taw
* Logging #taw to 'logs\EsperNet\#taw.20030203.log'
*** Kimera is now known as Silouette
*** Silouette is now known as Silouet
<Ire> Session 11: I'm improvising, dammit.
<Ire> Time Chart: April 19th, 2222
<Ire> Location: Building 38
*** Silouet is now known as Silouette
<Pope> SESSION BEGINS
<Ire> NRP: A little ... off there.
<Silouette> NRP: I'm indecisive today
<Ire> NRP: I meant Pope. :P
<Unoria> NRP : Why don't we stop NRPin and start RPin. ;p
* Ire stands in the control room. Though he's wearing a new outfit and uniform, he still look stiff and rough. He's got pictures of the parade on a bullentin board.
* Pope sits in the longue with his feet propped up on the table, watching TV
* Unoria is sipping a cup of coffee just outside the building, a cigarette in hand.
* Stark sits quietly in the controll room.
* Infinity sits ridgedly in an overstuffed chair in the lounge. She glaces at Pope, "....you people watch this shit?"
* Silouette sits quietly, leaning back in a chair
* Ire stares at the tons of dead people.
* Pope scoffs. "I don't, this is Yank programin'."
* Infinity shakes her head slowly, "...at least turn it to the news...."
* Unoria takes a puff of her cigarette then throws it to the ground. She takes another sip of coffee then heads to the lounge to see what everybody is up to.
* Ire turns from the board to look at Stark and Silouette.
* Pope scowls and switches it to the news
<Ire> GM: *The only thing playing on the news is yesterday's horrific events*
* Infinity sighs softly as the news starts. "The future is always born in pain...."
* Unoria walks into the lounge, looking over Pope's shoulder, she watches the news.
* Ire plops down in his own chair, grunting a bit. He seems to be thinking.
* Stark heads down to the lounge, grabbing a bagel.
* Ire sits alone with Silouette.
*** Disconnected
*** Attempting to rejoin...
*** Rejoined channel #taw
*** Topic is 'Session 11: Advocators of Hate - The team has had a disasterous first encounter with the 5th Column and Ire isn't about to back down now. His plan is to strike back hard on the 5th Column. The question? How to find them. And the new XO is announced | thealienwars.tripod.com/TAW3/ | Session when 4 '
*** Set by DeathStar on Sun Feb 02 19:18:18
<TheRealDS> NRP: It's A FAKE!
* Infinity walks outside, and makes her way through the streets, a bit of a dazed look on her face as she makes her ways through the crowds
*** Ire has quit IRC (chocobo.esper.net excalibur.esper.net)
* Unoria slowly walks over to a couch and sits down slowly on it... she turns to Pope. "What do you think about this whole fiasco?"
*** TheRealDS is now known as Ire
* Silouette sighs a little and sits up, looking over a few things on the computer.
* Ire spins a pen with his right hand.
* Pope scratches his head, wondering if he should follow, then shakes his head as he realizes he's being addressed. "What do I think about it? We're fightin' bloody Nazis, how SHOULD I feel about it? I'm disgusted and I can believe this shit's happenin'."
* Ire leans forward as the communicator from HQ beeps. He grabs it and begins to speak into it.
* Infinity finds herself making her way towards the site of the attacks. She looks at the destruction, and of course the mourners with a look of infinate understanding. She seems to fit in with the desperation, even though her life wasn't touched by it.
* Unoria is taken back by Pope's aggresive answer. "...I'm sorry... I just wanted to make conversation on a common ground..." Slouches back into the couch and takes another obnoxiously loud sip of her coffee.
<Ire> I see. Murder.
* Pope drinks his larger silently
<Unoria> NRP: Larger?
<Infinity> NRP: a kind of beer
* Ire flips off the communicator.
<Unoria> NRP: wouldn't that be LAGER?
* Stark sits at the table and eats his bagel.
* Ire stands up and grabs a black trenchcoat, despite the rather warm April day.
<Ire> Assignment, Private.
<Pope> NRP: I dunno, I always thought it was 'larger' only pronounced differently
* Unoria sits her mug on the table and lights up another cigarette.
* Ire nods at Silouette and heads down to the first floor, eyeing the sorry lot inside.
<Infinity> NRP: lager.
<Unoria> NRP: w00t! I was right. *dances*
<Ire> NRP: AAh, LAG!
* Pope drinks his LAGER then. =P
<Unoria> NRP: that's right bitch! lol j.k
* Ire looks over everyone
<Ire> We got an assignment.
* Unoria looks to Ire with hollow eyes.
* Infinity slides the goggles she sometimes wears around her neck, and looks at the sun for a moment before kneeling for a moment before the site in silent prayer.
<Pope> Wonderful, what're we doin'? Nannyin'g some 8-year old brats?
* Stark stands and looks at Ire.
* Ire doesn't respond, then nods at the door.
* Silouette finishes her file and heads down to join the others.
* Ire walks out of it.
<Infinity> NRP: No one's gonna get Ayn.
<Ire> NRP: <Ire> *runs Ayn over* Get in. We got a job.
* Unoria stands up rigidly and follows Ire swiftly.
* Stark follows.
* Pope downs his drink and follows gruffly
* Ire looks at Unoria.
* Pope hits his comm, contacting Infinity. "'Ey luv, we've got a gig."
* Unoria sighs and flicks her cigarette ashes as she gets out of the building. She looks up at Ire..
<Ire> You're XO of the group, 2nd Lt. Unoria, until you either step down, fail in your performance, die, or get promoted to my spot.
<Ire> GM: *a van pulls up and a teenager hops out, throwing Ire the keys.*
* Infinity blinks as the comm hanging around her neck bleeps. She picks it up, "Micheal... Where do we have to go? I'm at the site of the attacks."
<Unoria> * a smile instantly appears on her face* Oh wow. Thank you very much. I... *blushes* Just thanks.
<Pope> Comm> Dunno, the boss-man ain't said anythin' yet.
* Ire nods and steps into the van, cranking it up.
* Stark taps the pommel of his walking stick, taking his seet in the van.
<Infinity> Comm> Tell me when you find out.
* Unoria steps into the passenger seat, hesistating for a moment prior to getting in.
<Pope> Comm> Right
* Pope climbs into the van
* Silouette slips into the back of the van.
* Ire activates hovermode and drives the van out onto the street, passing the site of the attack area from yesterday.
* Infinity sighs softly, and steps away from the crowd, so she'd be seen pretty easily.
<Pope> Infinity's supposed to be down there, guv.
* Ire slows the van down and pulls off to the side.
<Ire> Alright, get her.
* Infinity eyes the van, and knowing it's the team's van, she makes her way at a quick jog, her cloak fluttering in the wind around her.
* Unoria looks down to her lap. Her hands are nervously fiddling around with the bottom of her top.
<Ire> NRP: *2nd Lt. Unoria gives a strip show to her subordinates*
<Unoria> NRP: O.O
<Unoria> NRP: that part of the job? ^.~
<Pope> NRP: Best 2nd in command ever!
<Unoria> NRP: *Unoria gets out of the van, stands on the hood and starts to strip!
* Ire watches Infinity moving towards them.
* Pope fishes a cigarette out of his pocket and lights it up
* Unoria looks up and turns to Ire.. holding out her hand. "It's been a pleasure working with you this far."
<Unoria> (thus)
* Infinity reaches the van, and knocks on the door lightly. Yeah, she's been crying a bit.
* Ire blinks, looks at the hand, then reaches over and shakes it slowly.
* Pope pulls the side door open
* Unoria smiles and releases Ire's hand and looks out the window.
* Infinity slips into the van, and nods to everyone, "So, what are we doing?"
<Pope> Dunno yet. 'Ey boss-man, what's the mission, anyway?
* Ire pulls back onto the street and begins to head into the downtown area.
<Ire> There seems to be a murder that they want us to look into.
* Ire is, currently, only using his right hand to drive.
* Infinity nods slowly, and sits down besides Pope.
<Unoria> ... Ooh. This should be exciting. *is genuinely excited about this mission*
<Ire> ... *blinks*
* Pope takes a glance at Infinity and notices the marks of tears on her face. Looking somewhat concerned, he holds his tongue and slides his shades up on his face and looks ahead
* Infinity eyes Unoria, "Murder? Exciting?" She snorts with a sound of great disgust.
<Silouette> ...what's the catch?
* Ire nods respectively at Silouette.
* Unoria ignores Infinity's remark.
<Stark> It's all rather drab.
<Ire> It seems that there is no marks on the body and...
<Unoria> No marks? *a puzzled look crosses her face.
* Ire turns off on another street.
<Infinity> and what else?
<Ire> And, well, a doll looking like the man was found on the street with a sharp needle stuck through the heart area.
<Unoria> Wow. Voodoo.
* Pope looks at Stark
* Ire seems to have his gaze focused on Stark.
* Infinity blinks.
<Pope> You've been moonlightin' on us, mate?
<Unoria> Is the body where it was found. or was their an autopsy done on it?
<Pope> NRP: BRB
*** Sherin-Gone is now known as Sherinmir
<Unoria> NRP: It's Sher!
<Ire> Where it was found.
* Ire stops the van in an alley and turns it off. Police tape is seen up ahead with a few officers hanginga round.
<Infinity> Nothing should be concluded until an autopsy is done.
* Unoria nods slowly. "There could be numerous logical explanations without assuming Voodoo was used of course. Could have simply been a heart attack."
<Silouette> ...could always have been psionics or something trying to blaim voodo...
<Ire> Of course.
* Ire steps out of the van, slamming his door shut. He walks towards the police tape and ducks under it.
* Stark follows Ire silently.
* Infinity follows after Stark and Ire, her eyes intent on the scene. She too slips gracefully under the tape.
* Unoria opens the door, hops out with enthusiasm and follows Ire.
* Silouette slips out of the van and follows out
* Pope trails after the group
<Ire> GM: *propped against a wall is the body of a 25 year old. 5 feet away is the doll*
<Ire> GM: *It seems to be a young man with blonde hair and white skin*
* Unoria looks at the body, then to the doll. "Interesting. What's the time of death?"
* Ire gestures at an officer to answer.
* Infinity notes the Ayran connection with a cold, cruel snort. She begins to touch the body, feeling the chest, armpits, and groin for warmth.
<Ire> Officer: We estimate somewhere between 5-7 in the morning.
<Pope> They just left the body out 'ere?
* Ire circles the doll, bending over and looking at it. He traces the ground around it where a powerdery substance is.
* Unoria nods to the Officer. "Find anything else along with the body aside from the doll? Hair, fingerprints, footprints?"
<Stark> A doll...
<Ire> Officer: Seems that way.
* Stark approaches the doll
<Ire> Officer: Nothing that we've seen. Perhaps you'll have better luck.
<Stark> Voodoo...
<Unoria> Thanks Officer, I'll make sure to keep an eye out.
* Unoria kneels down on the ground and circles her head around the bodies feet and the ground surround it.
* Ire runs a finger along the powerdery substance and brings it up to his nose, sniffing it.
* Infinity shakes her head, and begins to comb the ground clues. She touches the wall, trying to see if the body slid against it....
* Stark inspects the doll futher, noting anything that would stand out to him.
<Ire> GM: *no signs of it. If anything, it was propped there*
<Infinity> NRP: thanks.
<Infinity> ...this body was placed here.
<Ire> Hmmm.
<Unoria> Yeah, I don't think this was the place of death either.
* Stark hrms.
<Ire> Ashes?
<Stark> No.
<Unoria> Hrmm? *looks to Ire*
<Infinity> Do we have an ID on the John Doe?
* Stark rubs the powder between his fingers
<Stark> Not ashes.
<Ire> Officer: Not yet. We're looking into it.
* Ire waits for Stark to explain.
<Stark> Bonedust.
<Unoria> Have there been any missing persons filed for a man fitting this description?
<Ire> Officer: No, ma'am.
* Ire stands up, looking at the doll and the body
<Ire> Why bring the body out to be found and leave the doll...
* Pope wanders around the scene, idly looking for clues
* Infinity taps her lip, and kneels over the body, her hands slide along the body, looking through his pockets and such.
<Unoria> ... Have you finger printed the vic yet to see if you can get an identification?
* Silouette starts wondering down the alley a little, looking for anything that would seem out of place.
<Infinity> It's a message Ire.
<Ire> GM: *the pockets are empty*
<Unoria> Maybe he has a criminal record.
* Stark tastes the dust, hrming.
<Infinity> ...no wallet.
<Ire> GM: *Pope and Silouette see nothing out of the ordinary*
<Stark> By the texture... it's either bovine or human.
<Pope> Infinity's right, it's a message.
<Pope> To us.
* Ire turns to Pope, listening.
* Unoria grabs the victim's hand a looks at his finger, and underneath the fingernails.
* Infinity stands, "Perhaps. Or perhaps to the Nazis."
<Ire> GM: *a single black hair*
<Stark> Is it? *looks at them*
* Infinity nods, "He's Ayran."
<Pope> The body is inconsequental, it's the doll we should be focuin' on.
* Stark tilts his head at Infinity.
<Silouette> ...we get put off the case they don't want us on, and we get ANOTHER message like this... what have we done yet...?
* Unoria snaps her fingers.. "Hey guys, looks at this!"
<Stark> Nazis? I don't think so...
<Unoria> Officer, have a pair of tweezers?
<Ire> Officer: *hands Unoria a kit*
<Infinity> Why's that?
<Ire> The doll?
* Unoria opens the kit, takes the tweezers and pulls the single black hair from underneath the vics fingernail. "Single black hair... maybe the vic put up a fight."
<Pope> The body's Ayran, right? Probably left by those 5th Column blokes as a callin' card. They left a voodoo doll.
* Unoria takes a small envelope and places the hair inside..
<Infinity> Nazis don't use voodoo.
<Pope> No, but Stark does.
* Pope looks to Stark
* Ire nods at Unoria
<Stark> I smell voodoo... *looks at the doll, glancing at the man and back to the doll*
<Ire> Good job.
<Pope> They're targetin' 'im.
* Infinity shrugs, "Perhaps."
* Unoria nods. "Thanks. Want me to keep this to give to our techs, or let the Crime lab with the city police take care of it?"
* Ire leans back against the wall
<Ire> A good theory, Pope, but it has one flaw that you couldn't have seen.
* Stark turns to Ire
<Pope> An' what might that be, mate?
<Ire> This isn't the first murder of the type. *reaches into his trenchcoat with his good arm and pulls out a folder* There's been 3 others.
<Unoria> When did the two others occur?
* Infinity cocks her head to the side, and folds her arms under her cloak, "Who were the victems?"
<Ire> The past 2 full moons.
<Unoria> (three)
<Pope> ...This information would've been nice to know so I didn't make an arse outta meself, y'know.
<Silouette> ...sounds ritual...
* Ire opens the folder and looks at it.
* Silouette sounds unusually flat... if that's possible.
* Unoria slides the hair fiber envelope into Ire's folder.
<Ire> The three victims were all male. *Reads off their names* None had any contact with each other or even any sort of connection in looks or personality.
<Ire> Just male and in their 20's.
<Unoria> ... couldn't be random.
<Infinity> locations of bodies found?
<Ire> ...hold on.
<Unoria> Were they all propped up like this one.?
* Ire grabs a marker and begins to do something with a map.
<Silouette> NRP: Damn... Police quest flashbacks...
<Ire> Yes.
<Stark> Hrm.
* Unoria runs her hand through her messy hair, obviously not styled today. "Stark, I know this might sound bad, but do you know any other 'voodoo people'?"
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<Infinity> Ire... the locations?
<Stark> Not in this area.
* Ire looks up from the map he's drawing on, then looks back at it.
<Ire> Well, 4 locations...*turns the map, where the lines seem to draw a crude shape of the left half of a man* But this is of interest.
<Unoria> Interesting. *studies the map carefully*
<Ire> Though I could be jumping to conclusions. We'd need more locations to see if I'm just off base.
<Infinity> the picture....
* Pope rolls his cigarette between his fingers
<Unoria> Picture?
* Ire looks at the hair Unoria collected.
<Ire> There's two thigns I should point out.
<Ire> This is only the 2nd doll we've recovered and never before has hair been found on the victims.
* Unoria looks to Ire.
<Unoria> Either the killer is getting slack, which I doubt. Or he wants to lead us on.
<Infinity> Or a message.
* Silouette looks at the sketch, wondering how you can draw half a person with only 4 lines
<Ire> NRP: Like Ire said, he jumped to conclusions.
<Ire> NRP: So, most of the lines is just him doing it.
<Unoria> What type of message?
* Stark sits in thought..
<Ire> Alright, *nods at Pope*
<Ire> One theory is that this is the 5th Column. They've been around long enough to have been the source of it, yes, but I don't think it's directly aimed at Stark. The second deal is we have no real leads to go on but this hair and the doll.
<Infinity> I have an idea Ire?
* Pope shrugs
<Unoria> I want someone to take filings of underneath his nails. If I found a hair, in all probability there was a fight and he has skin flakes under his nails too.
<Ire> My ideas are short. *turns to Stark* You're the expert, what can you tell us.
<Silouette> ...it's definately not aimed at us in particular... we were on an unrelated case when this started... unless you think voodoo murderers took out Slasher...
<Ire> GM: *Pope might notice a bad smell near by*
* Infinity lifts her eyes to the sky, as if asking God for patience.
* Pope retches and covers his nose and mouth
<Ire> NRP: <Slasher> Damn you, Voodoo MurdererS!
<Pope> For the love of- What's the bloody hell's that stench?
* Ire looks up, raising an eyebrow at Pope.
<Infinity> Ire, we should split up and.... *she stops, and with a look of concern, turns to Pope. In a moment she drops her cool exterior, and is at his side*
* Unoria blinks at Pope.
<Ire> GM: *near Pope is a trashcan*
<Unoria> NRP: Idn't that cute!
* Stark snifs the air.
<Infinity> ...trashcan.
* Infinity peers into the trashcan, and reaching in, she sorts through the trash.
<Ire> GM: *Infinity finds...a dead cat*
<Stark> I 'tink I need to consult my books...
* Infinity pulls the cat out, and glances to Ire, "Wild cat?"
* Pope looks at the dead cat, then at Ire
<Ire> ...
<Infinity> NRP: is this the same cat?
<Pope> ...That's REALLY sick, mate.
<Ire> NRP: No. A black cat.
<Ire> ...I don't understand
<Infinity> wrong cat.
<Unoria> Ewww. *sticks her tounge out* bleh.
* Infinity tosses Unoria the cat, "Ten dollars that matches the black hair."
* Unoria jumps back and lets the cat hit thr ground in front of her.
<Ire> GM: *something shiny in the trashcan is briefly noticeable*
<Unoria> Okay, don't do that again.
<Silouette> *looks to Stark* ...do voodooers use cats for anything...?
* Infinity grins, and reaches for the shiny in the trashcan.
<Ire> GM: *it seems to be a nametag for the cat. Wiskers the Kitty*
* Unoria takes the tweezers, plucks a hair from the cat, lifts it up and examines it.
<Ire> GM: *it seems to tbe same thing as the cat*
* Infinity begins to laugh hysterically.
* Stark looks at Infinity
<Ire> GM: *an address is under the name*
<Infinity> Someone sing the clue song - I found one.
* Unoria raises a brow at Infinity.
<Infinity> There's an address, Wiskers the kitty had a home.
* Stark hrms. "Let us invesitgate."
<Unoria> Lets go break the news to some old lady about her cat.
* Ire nods at the officers to begin their autopsy on the man. They bag him up and ship him out*
<Pope> Let's leave it on the front stoop an' run like hell.
* Ire eyes Pope
* Unoria glares at Pope.
* Ire reaches his hand out for the tag.
* Infinity eyes Pope, and then Unoria for a moment, "....Kids." She hands Ire the tag
<Pope> ...What? At least I didn't suggest we set it on fire.
<Unoria> Pope!
* Ire looks at the tag, then moves under the police tape and into the van.
<Pope> What? I was just sayin'...
<Stark> The smoke could actually give us some signs.
* Infinity follows after Ire.
* Unoria shakes her head and walks after Ire.
* Pope slaps his face
* Ire cranks up the van and eyes the nametag.
* Pope gets in the van
* Unoria slides into the passenger seat and turns to Ire. "So, where are we headed?"
* Silouette shrugs, having had her question ignored, and gets in the van
* Infinity slides into the van, "The addy babe. Get with the program."
* Pope looks to Stark. "So, what? We DO set the maggot-fest on fire?"
<Stark> We could.
* Ire looks out the van window at Stark and Pope debating.
<Ire> ...
<Unoria> .... *turns and looks at Infinity* I meant where the house is located.... I didn't get a chance to look at the tag yet. *turns back around*
* Stark looks at Ire.
<Stark> I think not, then...
* Ire silently backs the van up.
* Stark steps on.
<Ire> It's in some neighborhood across town.
* Ire turns the van around and begins to drive off, but slow enough for Pope to get on.
<Infinity> Pope. Get in here.
<Unoria> Aww, come on, make him run after us. *smiles*
<Pope> NRP: Um, guys? I already got in.
<Pope> NRP: * Pope gets in the van
<Ire> NRP: ...But..Stark..was out of the van...and...
<Infinity> NRP: opps. sorry.
<Stark> NRP: He's gotcha there.
* Ire speeds off.
<Unoria> NRP: WHoops! lol Sorry, we started to ignore you after the burning cat comment. :P
<Ire> GM: *Behind them, the cat explodes into flames*
<Ire> ...
* Ire pulls off the street.
* Ire drives away.
<Infinity> ...you know, this place is so fucking strange.
* Unoria taps her fingers on the dash board.
<Pope> No joke.
<Stark> I find it homey.
<Unoria> I enjoy it.
* Ire grunts.
<Infinity> ...you're all insane too.
<Pope> 'Ey, don't throw up in the ride.
<Silouette> ......
* Ire grimaces in pain briefly.
* Ire switches streets again.
* Unoria sees Ire cringe... "Are you okay?" A look of concern enters her eyes.
<Ire> Fine.
* Stark looks forward, silent.
<Pope> NRP: I think Stark's pissed he didn't get to set the cat on fire.
* Infinity closes her eyes, and sits there, a bit stoicly. She shakes her head, annoyed that she was so clinical upon seeing death.
* Unoria mumbles something about Ire being stubborn.
<Ire> GM: *they enter a rather middle-class neighborhood*
* Ire glances a the nametag again.
* Unoria eyes the foreign neighborhood.
<Ire> Look for 134
* Ire looks at the house numbers.
<Pope> ...Blimey, it *is* like they show on Yank sitcoms...
<Dias> NRP: Ire: 133....133.5....135..What the fuck?
<Ire> NRP: LOL
* Unoria points onto her side. "The even numbers are on my side."
<Ire> Alright. Let me know when we get there.
<Stark> NRP: Here kitty kitty kitty.
<Dias> NRP: Ire: I'm not a damned cat!
<Unoria> 116....... 128...... Here we are *points to the house that has 134 on it*
* Infinity opens her eyes, and looks sadly at the houses, "Modest people living in modest little houses."
* Ire pulls up in the driveway. Kids are heard playing outside.
* Ire turns off the van and hops out.
* Unoria decides to go with Ire and gets out as well.
* Silouette gets out quietly
* Ire walks up to the front door, knocking.
<Unoria> *softly* This should be fun...
* Pope follows
<Ire> GM: *The door opens and a middle-aged woman steps out, raising her eyebrow. Ire flashes his badge*
* Stark sands behind Ire.
* Infinity shrugs, and follows Pope.
<Ire> We'd like to ask you a few questions.
* Pope shudders and groans. "Feel like I'm walkin' into Ozzie & Harriet land."
<Ire> Woman: ..? Am I in trouble for something?
<Unoria> NRP: Do I get a badge?! lol j.k
* Infinity eyes Pope, "....I feel like I'm going home."
<Ire> NRP: You all have one.
<Unoria> NRP: we do? lol my bad!
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* Ire pauses, looking at the others, then turns back, swallowing. This is obviously not his forte.
<Ire> No.
<Pope> There's no gentle way to tell you this, ma'am. Mr. Whiskers is dead.
* Infinity glares at Pope.
<Ire> GM: *A pause*
* Silouette stands quietly off to the side
* Pope looks around and shrugs. "What? We're on a timetable 'ere."
<Unoria> Umm.. ma'am, when was the last time you recall seeing Whiskers?
<Ire> Woman: Mr. Whiskers is dead? But he's at the vet...the vet didn't tell us...oh no...
<Dias> NRP: Madam: I don't have a Mr. Whiskers...I have a Miss's Whiskers.
<Stark> The vet...
<Pope> NRP: Ma'am, just how well did you KNOW your cat?
<Ire> GM: *She looks distressed*
<Unoria> What was wrong with Whiskers, do you know?
<Ire> Whiskers: He was just getting some shots. The vet said it would be a day or two.
<Ire> NRP: Er, Woman.
<Pope> NRP: LOL
<Ire> NRP: *shifty eye glance*
* Infinity backs slowly away from the woman, a lump in her throat.....
<Unoria> NRP: ROFLMAO!
<Stark> NRP: Whiskers lives!
<Ire> NRP: *whiskers rips off the mask and runs off*
* Unoria nods.. "Could you give us the name of your vet please? And the address?"
<Silouette> NRP: *LAUGHS!*
<Ire> Woman: Sure, hold on..*She moves inside her house*
<Unoria> Well that solves our John Doe problem.
<Unoria> Now we just have to figure out why him.
* Infinity eyes Unoria,a cold look on her face, "Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't."
<Pope> ...No it don't, we just know the cat ran fro mthe vet.
* Ire pauses, then looks at the others, then back at the woman.
<Ire> ...seemed like a cat...
<Pope> Good thing we didn't mention about Stark wanting to set it on fire.
<Ire> GM: *the woman comes back and hands Unoria a paper with the address of the vet*
* Unoria ruffles her hair and waits for the woman to come back.
* Unoria takes the paper from the woman. "THank you."
<Ire> GM: *The woman nods, closing her door to mourn*
<Unoria> Anything unu.... nevermind.
* Infinity steps off the porch and towards the van, silent.
* Unoria looks at the piece of paper.
<Ire> ...did she seem...?
<Ire> ....
* Ire shakes head, getting back into the van.
<Infinity> distressed.
<Unoria> Odd.
* Stark buckles his seat belt.
* Pope puts his hand on the handle of his shotgun. "Want us to go back and rough 'er up?"
* Ire looks back in and swears the woman is giving herself a bath.
<Ire> ...no. Lets just...go.
<Infinity> It was her fucking pet. ::she glares at Unoria::
* Ire cranks up the van.
* Pope climbs into the van
<Dias> NRP: Ire: She fucked it? Wha?
<Pope> NRP: Ahahaha!
* Ire reverses the van and drives down the street
<Silouette> NRP: *dies*
<Ire> NRP: <Ire> I don't get it.
* Infinity got into the van
<Silouette> ...this feels really... childish...
* Silouette gets in
* Unoria hops into the van... "I like animals as much as the next person. I don't know why you have to be so testy."
* Ire looks at Silouette.
<Ire> Explain.
* Infinity shakes her head, as if Unoria doesn't get anything, and then looks to Pope, as if he needs to calm down.
* Ire heads for the vet's.
* Pope rests his hand on Infinity's arm
* Unoria scratches her arm.
*** Sherinmir is now known as Sherin-FireAlarmin
* Infinity blinks, her expression softening.
<Ire> GM: *they arrive at the vet's*
<Silouette> ...we're running to a vet to check out how a cat went missing in an attempt to solve a murder...
* Ire turns off the van.
<Ire> True.
* Unoria lets a lil snicker out at Silouette's comment.
* Ire opens the door and steps out. He looks at the vet's place. Only one car is there, a van.
<Stark> Is the vet open this time of day?
<Silouette> ...just don't forget to have the posibilities for bone dust being there checked out... -.-
* Ire looks at the time's on the door
<Ire> He's here.
* Unoria slips out of the van and follows Ire in.
* Ire steps in. The place is tidy and neat. And it smells clean.
* Infinity steps out of the van reluctantly.
* Pope follows behind Infinity
<Ire> GM: *magazines are piled up around the place and it seems no one is here. No secretary or anything.*
* Silouette shakes her head and steps inside.
* Unoria smells the air.. "ahh yes the smell of a vet. Refreshing..."
<Ire> GM: *a soft mew is heard from the corner. The only thing there seems to be a plant*
* Infinity blinks, and makes her way to the corner.
<Ire> NRP: *checks out the warning and double clicks the link!*
<Unoria> NRP: LOL
<Vile> (NRP: I almost did that.
<Ire> GM: *A black sits there, cleaning itself. It looks almost like Mr. Whiskers.
<Unoria> NRP: it looks like a dead cat? O.o
<Ire> NRP: Aka, it's black and has the same markings.
* Infinity tries to pick up the cat, she's gentle and kind, as if she knows to act around animals.
<Dias> NRP: It's Fucking Black...
<Ire> GM: *The cat lets itself be picked up. Oddly, it doesn't seem to be breathing...*
<Dias> NRP: OH GOD IT'S PET CEMETARY!!!
* Ire eyes the cat, then walks over to the counter, looking over it.
* Infinity holds the cat infront of her, "...this cat isn't breathing....." She gently pets it, feeling the skin to see if it's biological or mechanical.
<Unoria> Kinda deserted for a vet.
<Ire> GM: *it seems to be real.*
* Stark tilds his head.
* Ire moves around the counter and starts flipping through papers.
<Stark> Mr. Whiskers lives.
* Infinity narrows her eyes, "...this doesn't seem right."
* Silouette looks around silently
* Unoria looks around for a door to the back rooms.
* Ire pulls out his folder and looks at something.
<Ire> GM: *there is one at the end of the hallway*
<Pope> Wait, stop.
* Unoria walks towards the door at the end of the hall.
<Pope> Everybody bloody stop where ya are.
* Infinity eyes Ire, ".... Ire, 5th location. What would this make the picture look like?"
* Unoria stops a few feet from the door.
<Ire> Too hard to predict where the 5th dot would be. I could judge a 6th dot, though, if I had 5.
* Ire points at the dates.
<Ire> There's something odd here.
<Pope> We just waltzed into an empty vet's office. The door's open, there's a cat out, and there's nobody 'ere.
<Infinity> spill it buster.
<Ire> It seems --- *stops when the door opens*
<Ire> GM: *in steps in a bald black vet, smiling at them with white teeth*
*** Sherin-FireAlarmin is now known as Sherinmir
<Ire> Vet: Bringing in your pets today, Officers?
* Stark 's eyes widen
<Stark> Frost!
<Ire> Vet: *pauses, looking at Stark*
<Silouette> NRP: Whaaaa! Sher is a bald black vet!
<Pope> NRP: Heh
<Ire> NRP: LOL
* Unoria walks back from the hall and joins the others.
* Infinity holds the cat, and looks at the vet
<Ire> Vet: *stands near Unoria*
* Unoria eyes the Vet.
* Ire turns to the Vet.
<Ire> Vet: Stark.
<Stark> You been doin' this?
<Ire> Vet: *doesn't respond, but merely backs up a step*
<Dias> NRP: Ire: Are you guys related?
<Stark> That's bad mojo...
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<Ire> ...it seems here that a black cat has been brought in for a check up every day before the full moon.
<Stark> No.
<Ire> Vet: Yes.
<Ire> ....?
* Ire looks between Stark and the Vet.
<Stark> Now don't you start that, Frost.
* Ire motions for Unoria to bash the Vet over the head.
<Stark> .... We're brother in-laws.
<Pope> NRP: No time for questions! Hit him now!
* Infinity shakes her head and lifts her eyes to the ceiling. She flings the cat at the vet, throwing it hard and fast, almost like a football.
<Ire> Vet: *blinks in surprise as the cat attaches itself to his face*
<Silouette> ......
<Pope> Flyin' cat!
* Unoria grabs her Katana and butts the vet in the head with the handle.
<Ire> Vet: *hits the floor*
<Silouette> .........
<Ire> ...
* Pope looks to Ire
* Ire leans forward to look at the Vet.
* Infinity licks her lips, and then grins to Pope, "I know catfu."
<Pope> So we just incapacitate suspects?
* Stark pushes his glasses up on his nose, keeping a stern look.
* Ire points at the vet pocket
<Ire> I think he had a weapon.
* Unoria puts het Katana back in the sleeve and looks down at the Vet.
* Unoria checks the pocket.
<Ire> GM: *a blow dart shaped like a skull is found*
* Ire looks to Stark
* Unoria pulls the dart from his pocket and holds it in her palm for everybody to see.
* Silouette idly checks to see if there's any security cameras
* Infinity grumbles, "....Great, I make one joke, and no one laughs. Last time I'm doing that."
<Ire> Who is this guy?
<Ire> GM: *there is one*
<Stark> ...... Brother in law. Married to my sister.
<Ire> And would he be the killer?
<Stark> They's separated... I don't know. Maybe.
<Silouette> *flatly* ...he can easily press charges, unless you plan on destroying evidence as well...
* Pope pats Infinity on the back
<Unoria> Lets have Pope burn the evidence, he seems to like to burn things.
<Ire> There's something not right about this.
* Infinity smiles to Pope, "It was a good joke."
<Pope> Cheer up, luv, at least you still have a great pair of Bristols.
<Unoria> NRP: if it makes you feel better, I laughed irl. :P lol
<Unoria> Can I check the back room NOW?
<Infinity> NRP: actually, it does.
<Ire> Go ahead.
* Unoria walks to the end of the hall,and turns the handle on the door.
<Ire> GM: *as Unoria steps away, the lab coat gently falls to the ground. No body. The door opens*
* Ire looks around the room.
* Unoria walks slowly and catiously into the room.
* Infinity snickers, and pulls away from Pope with a wink. She seems better spirited as she found an action.
<Silouette> NRP: Silouette doesn't laugh. I don't think it's possible for her
<Ire> GM: *The room is dark. But there seems to be something in the corner*
* Ire turns back to see the labcoat.
<Ire> ...where'd he go?
* Pope sticks his cigarette in his mouth and pulls out his shotgun
<Ire> GM: *The cat is also gone*
* Unoria walks towards the object in the corner.
<Ire> GM: *a hand reaches out and grabs Unoria. Another hand cover her mouth*
* Ire steps forward, looking around.
<Unoria> NRP: it's not a Squirrel is it?
<Ire> ...? How'd he get out of here with a room full of people?
* Unoria kicks and attempts to scream.
* Ire looks at everyone.
<Pope> NRP: It'd be one big fuckin' squirrel
* Pope waves his fingers. "Magic, mate."
<Stark> Wait a minute....
<Ire> ....
* Stark looks at Frost
<Unoria> NRP: Unoria has a hell of alot of bad luck.
* Ire looks at the back room.
<Ire> Where's Unoria?
* Infinity blinks, "....we'd the cat go?"
<Unoria> NRP: Tentacles aren't gonna come after me again are they. o.o; LOL
* Silouette wonders to the end of the hall to check on Unoria
<Ire> GM: *Sillouette seems something gripping Unoria and dragging her off into the darkness of the backrooms*
* Ire grabs the lab coat that Frost left behind.
* Silouette draws her sword and attempts to turn on the light
<Ire> GM: *A nude Frost is holding Unoria in a grip of steel*
* Ire sees Silouette at the end of the hallway and quickly moves toward her, pulling out his handguns.
* Pope keeps the barrel of his gun level as he truns slowly around the room
<Ire> Towards the abck.
<Silouette> *winces and holds out a hand towards him* ...let her go......
* Silouette starts to circle around Frost
<Unoria> *a look of fear is deep in her eyes*
* Ire steps up behind Silouette, seeing Frost using Unoria is a shield.
<Pope> This is what we get for people wanderin' off.
<Ire> Vet: I be warning you, back off.
* Infinity makes her way after them, no gun in her hands.
* Pope steps up behind Ire
* Stark looks at the cat.
<Ire> Cat: *is hiding in the shadows*
* Stark walks over and looks at it.
* Ire levels his handguns at the head of the Vet.
<Ire> Drop the girl.
<Pope> You ain't gettin' outta here, guv, let the girl go and we won't put holes in ya.
<Ire> Vet: *pulls out a dagger and holds it up to Unoria's throat*
* Unoria begins to cry, tears pouring from her eyes.
* Stark stomps the cat.
<Ire> Vet: My spirit cannot be touched by yo--AAH
<Ire> Vet: *lets Unoria go*
<Ire> ?!
<Pope> Hit 'im!
* Stark stomps his foot down on the cat repeatedly.
* Unoria falls to the ground, then crawls quickly away from the Vet.
* Infinity grins, and flicks her gun out. She fires at the vet
<Ire> Vet: *stumbles back, gripping his shoulder in pain*
<Stark> I got it.
* Ire fires at the vet. The shots go through him.
* Stark stomps the Cat's head in.
<Ire> Vet: *Stands there, bleeding, but not phased. ... though...his head suddenly explodes*
<Ire> ...
<Ire> Vet: *The body falls over*
<Stark> Voodoo cat.
<Ire> ...voo...doo...cat?
<Infinity> ...fucking wierd.
* Stark adjusts his tophat.
<Stark> I think we're done here.
* Unoria wipes the tears from her face and gets up...shaking.
* Ire looks at the dead cat.
<Silouette> .........
<Ire> ...Private Stark, are you telling me the killer was the cat?
<Stark> Yessir.
<Ire> ...
* Infinity looks at the body, "...it's like we're stuck in a cheesy scifi show this guy I knew watched on dvd...."
<Silouette> ......I'm not doing the paperwork on this one......
* Ire holsters his handguns
* Ire walks over to Unoria
<Ire> Are you alright?
* Stark leans on his walking stick.
* Unoria wipes a few more tears from her face with her shaking hands.. "Ye.ees, I'll be fine. Just r-rather startled."
* Infinity holsters her gun, and shakes her head some more.
<Ire> Stay strong.
* Pope looks to Stark. "...You don't have any of them voodoo dolls that look like us, do you?"
* Ire turns to look at the dead cat, then holds his left shoulder and walks out of the backroom.
* Stark looks at Pope for a moment.
* Unoria rubs her arms and walks out after Ire, not saying another word.
* Stark looks at the cat again.... "Bad mojo." and walks out.
<Pope> ...I'll take that as a 'no'.
<Ire> Session Ends
Session Close: Mon Feb 03 23:53:36 2003