Session Start: Fri Aug 27 22:34:48 2004
Session Ident: #taw
* Logging #taw to 'logs\EsperNet\#taw.20040827.log'
<Ire> Session 184: The Day Ire Got Happy
<Ire> Time Chart: July 25th, 2223
<Ire> Location: Building 38
<Ire> GM: *four days have passed since the major attack against Mega City. Every day, Junior has experienced strange dizzy spells, sickness, and other odd symptons. So far no word has come back on if he has the virus*
<Ire> GM: *also, Crescent got a parking ticket for the giant Gear*
<Project-Crescent> NRP: Lol
* Project-Crescent sits at his desk. He looks for a phone book.
* Ire is also on the third floor, flipping through reports - like he always does.
<Project-Crescent> Hey, Ire.
<Project-Crescent> Is there a phone book or something? I need to look up a number.
* Silouette is sitting in the lobby, eerily still as she watches the holo.
* Ire glances over at Dahok's desk, which is propped up by a giant book. He points at it
* Project-Crescent picks the phone book up and lugs it to his own desk. He sits it down and begins looking for the number for the gear services.
* Terra` watches the holo with Sil, looking more relaxed than she has since she joined
<Ire> GM: *There's a knock on the door near Sil and Terra*
* Project-Crescent thumbs through the numbers, trying to find it.
* Terra` gets up to answer the door
<Ire> GM: *there is no such services in town.*
<Project-Crescent> Hey, Ire. How do I get in contact with Slasher?
* Silouette just sits there, not even glancing over
<Ire> GM: *a postal worker stands there, holding a brown box. He waits for Terra to open the door, then smiles, tilting his brown hat up some* Hello, ma'am. Is this the building where Warren Carmichael works?
<Ire> Hm. He's probably too busy to speak right now. *flips through his reports moodily*
<Terra`> NRP: Warren Carmichael?
* Project-Crescent sits down and brings up the search engine on his computer. He starts searching for places he can buy gear parts for. He needs to repair the gear.
<Silouette> NRP: Ire
<Project-Crescent> NRP: for = from.
<Terra`> NRP: Ah!
<Terra`> Yeah, is that for him?
<Ire> Postal Worker: It sure is, ma'am. Can you take it to him for me? *he holds it out*
* Terra` takes the package. "Sure!"
<Ire> NRP: *Ire opens the box and sees a valentine day card. He smiles. The session ends*
<Ire> Postal Worker: Thank you. *walks off*
<Project-Crescent> NRP: LMAO
* Terra` goes to find Ire
<Terra`> NRP: LOL!
<Silouette> NRP: *Ire opens the box, to see the Valentine's day card. "You're 5 months late!" *shoots the postal worker*
* Gatsu-X has left #TAW
<Ire> GM: *while there's probably many places in the other areas, since they're all under enemy control, it's impossible to get parts from the locations*
<Ire> GM: *Junior's personal communicator beeps.*
<Project-Crescent> I'll have to do this manually, then.
* Project-Crescent gets up. "Ire, I'll be outside."
<Ire> Understood.
* Project-Crescent walks up onto the roof, and looks down at the gear. He scans it for the damage report.
<Ire> GM: *The Gear has taken extensive damage in the legs, arms, body, and back area. The engines are also at half-capacity*
* Ire closes a folder and sets it on his desk. He leans back, closing his eyes to enjoy the silence on the third floor
* Project-Crescent walks back down to Ire. "Ire, any tools around here?"
* Ire sighs, opening his eyes
<Ire> No.
* Junior opens an eye, tacking on the comm
<Project-Crescent> I'll make due.
* Terra` heads into Ire's office.
* Ire looks at Terra. He grunts.
<Terra`> You got this in the post.
* Terra` hands over the package
* Ire eyes the box, then reaches out and takes it from her. He sets it on his desk
<Ire> Thank you.
* Project-Crescent walks back outside, and shifts his hand into a wrench, and his right into a screwdriver. He tries to remove the two leg circuits from the gear.
<Ire> Comm: Hello. I'm Doctor Xavier. Are you Junioir?
<Terra`> No problem! *heads back to watch the holo*
<Silouette> *looks up at Terra returns* ....so... what was it...?
<Junior> Com: Yeah...
* Ire eyes the package, then reaches over and pulls out his whiskey bottle, opening it. He drinks some.
<Terra`> He hasn't opened it yet.
<Ire> Comm: We have the results of your blood test back. Mrs. Winters asked me to get them to you as soon as possible.
<Junior> Comm: And...?
<Ire> Comm: Well .. you see, sir ..
<Project-Crescent> NRP: Ehm, did I get the circuits out?
<Ire> NRP: Sure. I'm not going to RP every little thing on the gear, but if you do something that's a no-no, I'll stop you. If not, I'll just let you do it.
* Junior eyes the comm, sitting up a bit.
<Project-Crescent> NRP: Sorry, I'm used to you babying me.
<Ire> NRP: LOL
<Ire> NRP: Go to the corner.
* Silouette nods slowly, pauses a moment, then gets up and heads upstairs.
* Ire setting the flask back down, he begins to open the package. He picks up a strange little brown box from inside it.
* Project-Crescent starts manual repair on the leg circuits, and after finishing, he replaces them, and then starts to tune the joints.
<Junior> Com: Well?
<Ire> NRP: Comm: The blood tests came back positive. You're pregnant. <Junior> Wrong movie
<Ire> Comm: You see, sir, the blood tests indicate you have been infected with the virus. It's not moving as rapidly in you as it is in other subjects. In fact, it seems your body is naturally resisting the virus. But, we feel it'll only be a matter of time before your immune system gives out.
* Ire eyes the box as it glows, then sends a holt through him. He falls back, smashing against his desk as he collapses. The box bounces and rolls under his desk and out of sight
<Ire> NRP: jolt
* Junior sighs to himself, laying back into the bed.
<Project-Crescent> NRP: <Comm> ..I'm sorry. You only have twenty-four hours to live.
<Ire> Comm: We're confident, though, that we can make a cure for the virus before anything fatal occurs.
<Project-Crescent> NRP: I wonder what someone would do in their last 24 hours?
<Junior> NRP: <Comm> Did I say hours? I meant seconds. You might want to tell everyone to leave the room. It'll be messy.
<Ire> NRP: LOL
* Project-Crescent hops on the back of the gear, and begins repairing the boosters, as well as the engines.
* Silouette steps into the room and looks at Ire. "...boss...?"
* Ire seems to be unconscious on the floor
* Junior doesn't bother replying to that comm message, grimacing.
<Ire> Comm: I'm sorry ... *the man clicks off*
<Project-Crescent> NRP: * Ire has died. In heaven, he will be very happy. -Session end.-
<Ire> NRP: LOL!
* Silouette steps over and prods Ire with her foot. "...boss...?"
<Ire> Ungh...? *jerks, his eyes opening. He eyes Silouette* Setsuna...?
* Silouette just nods.
* Ire stands up, using the desk for support. He places a hand against his head, wincing
* Project-Crescent does a bit of searching, and finds some paint. He turns his hands both into paintbrushes, and begins painting the gear black.
<Ire> GM: *a squirrel leaps on the gear, biting on wires*
* Project-Crescent shoots a spike at the squirrel.
<Silouette> ...what happened..?
<Ire> GM: *the squirrel is impaled*
<Ire> I ... I'm not really sure ... *he shakes his head, moving toward the stairs* I think I'll go lay down.
* Project-Crescent gets up to see what the squirrel bit.
<Ire> GM: *the Gear seems to be losing fuel*
<Project-Crescent> Crap!
* Project-Crescent tries to repair the fuel drives, or atleast hold in place.
<Ire> GM: *it's no easy trick, but scotch tape works wonders*
* Silouette nods slowly, seeming almost hesitant. "...you okay...?"
<Ire> I think so. *he gives a thumbs up, then plods down the stairs*
* Project-Crescent would rather replace the wires with wires of his own making, and he does so with his shifted hand.
* Project-Crescent checks to see if everything is in order.
<Ire> GM: *the Gear tilts to the right as the ground shifts under it*
* Ire plods down to the first floor and moves into the kitchen
* Terra` is still watching the holo
* Project-Crescent hops into the cockpit, and tries to start the gear. It was obvious he needed to move it.
<Ire> NRP: *the gear blows up*
<Project-Crescent> (You're joking..)
<Project-Crescent> (.....)
<Ire> NRP: Of cours.e It's in "NRP"
<Terra`> NRP: *laughs*
<Project-Crescent> NRP: Whew.
<Project-Crescent> NRP: You drove me to ()'s.
<Ire> GM: *the Gear starts up after a few hiccups*
<Terra`> NRP: NRP means Non-Role-Play. Or OOC, if you prefer
* Ire fixes a sandwich, then moves up behind Terra, chewing loudly as he watches the holo over her shoulder
<Project-Crescent> NRP: I know that.
<Project-Crescent> NRP: I thought it was "Not Roleplaying" lol
<Terra`> What was in the package?
* Silouette pauses, then check Ire's package out of curiousity
<Ire> Some box.
<Ire> GM: *the package is now empty ... what was inside it?*
<Terra`> .. a box in a box?
* Project-Crescent lifts it up into the air, and then looks down at the ground below. "What is it?"
<Terra`> What was in the box? An even smaller one?
<Ire> Yup
* Silouette frowns a little, then heads downstairs.
* Ire chews, dripping some peanutbutter on the couch
* Junior sits up his his bed and coughs into his hand
<Terra`> Someone has a freaky sense of humour
<Ire> Whatcha watching?
* Project-Crescent shoots a bullet at the ground below.
<Ire> GM: *the grass dies horribly*
<Terra`> Ah, just some movie
<Terra`> NRP: Crescent killed The Grass! WOOHOO!
* Ire glances down as his comm. beeps, indicating some case. He reaches over and hits the silence button, then turns back to watch the movie
<Terra`> Who was that?
* Ire shrugs, finishing his sandwich
* Silouette glances into the lounge, shrugs slightly, and goes to make herself a cup of tea
* Project-Crescent lands the gear back in its place, and then goes back, he scans it again, to see what else needed repaired. He had already repaired the leg joints, leg circuits, fuel breaker, fuel engine, and engine. He had also painted it black, which had no real effect.
* Terra` seems a little surprised
* Ire grabs a phone book from the table, flipping through it
* Junior shakes his head, climbing out of the bed.
* Project-Crescent starts repair on the elbow joints, and wrists.
* Junior grabs his jacket and pops a few tylenol. "Well, if nothing else I think it can be contageous..."
* Junior steps outside, looking around.
* Ire sets the phonebook down and walks up t the second floor
<Silouette> *steps into the lobby with her tea* "...I thought he was going to lay down...?"
* Ire waves at Junior as he steps into his own room
<Ire> Yo.
* Junior looks to Ire in disbelief.
<Terra`> ... he seems suddenly less serious.
<Junior> That's cold, Ire. Even for you.
* Ire stands in front of his mirror, combing back his hair
<Ire> What's cold?
<Terra`> It's like he lost all his worries.. but when I took the package up, he was still pretty serious.. he did say thankyou, though
<Junior> ...
* Silouette blinks, looking blankly at Terra
<Silouette> ....people don't change that quickly...
* Ire adjusts his trench coat, then steps out, spreading his arms
<Ire> I got us an important case, my main man. *slaps Junior on the back*
* Junior stumbles forward, coughing
<Ire> You should have that looked into. Now, come on.
* Project-Crescent starts repairs on the torso, the final piece.
* Ire heads back down the stairs.
* Junior glares.
<Terra`> ... it might have been just that he's letting his guard down now, but... it is strange
<Ire> Hey, Wet Dream Team ... *he calls out to Terra and Sil* We're moving. To the van.
* Ire opens the front door and steps out.
<Silouette> ......
<Terra`> ...
* Terra` just blinks in disbelief
<Silouette> ....that wasn't right. *heads out, frowning a little*
* Terra` follows Sil out.
<Terra`> Yeah..
* Ire hops into the can, cranking it up.
<Ire> NRP: Er...Uh...
<Silouette> NRP: * Sil flushes
<Terra`> NRP: LOL
* Ire taps his arm at the two
<Ire> Come on, time's a-wasting.
* Silouette climbs into the van, staying faaaaaaaar in the back
<Ire> You don't want shotgun, Sil?
* Junior stays on the second floor, flaberghasted.
<Silouette> ....I'm partial to this seat...
<Ire> Fine fine. Terra, want shotgun with me?
<Terra`> ... I think there's more room in the back..
* Ire rolls his eyes, then waves her on.
<Project-Crescent> NRP: What about me!?
* Terra` sits in the back, trying to make head or tail or Ire's current state
* Ire suddenly backs up and the van hits the gear, tipping it over.
<Project-Crescent> NRP: Which tipped?
<Ire> NRP: The gear. ;)
<Project-Crescent> NRP: rofl.
* Project-Crescent falls over, on the gear doing repairs. "What the heck!?"
* Ire starts driving away.
<Terra`> A box in a box...
<Silouette> ....?
<Terra`> I'm foxed
<Ire> Rhymes?
<Terra`> Oh, apparently, that's what the package was
* Ire pulls out into the street, cutting off a few people.
<Ire> GM: *Jerry stares at Junior as he stands there. He offers some chips*
* Junior glances to Jerry.
<Junior> Ire's been killed and replaced.
* Ire turns on the radio to some country music
<Ire> <Jerry> Dude, no way!
* Junior coughs.
<Junior> Enact... the plan.
<Ire> <Jerry> Wait..you're coughing. That means you're infected, too! That means you'll be replaced. *he runs off screaming - as fast as a fat man with chips can possibly do*
<Junior> ...
<Silouette> ....please... change the station....
* Junior watches him waddle away at breakneck speeds.
* Ire turns it over to some new kind of techno music.
<Silouette> ...thank you...
* Terra` breathes a sigh of relief
<Project-Crescent> NRP: ...The future is bleak..
<Ire> Have I mentioned how hot you ladies look today?
<Silouette> *flatly* ...no... you hadn't...
* Terra` rolls her eyes
<Ire> I should learn to appreciate you two more. I mean, you're always there for the team. And I think you're under appreciated.
<Ire> You both get raises.
<Terra`> .. why.. thanks.. *sounds surprised*
<Silouette> ...thank you... *doesn't expect that to last*
* Ire pulls up at some club, turning the van off.
<Silouette> ...you never did mention what we were doing boss...
<Ire> OH ... oh ... well, my sources said there was someone in here that looked suspicious.
* Ire gets out of the van.
<Terra`> ... *looks over to Sil*
* Ire glances at this watch
<Ire> And we should just be in time for happy hour.
<Silouette> *shrugs* ...there COULD be... *gets out*
* Ire strolls into the club.
* Terra` gets out after Sil. "I'm not sure it's a good thing for him to be getting drunk, though.."
* Silouette follows Ire. Someone needs to keep an eye on him.
<Project-Crescent> NRP: <Ire> Okay, I'm going to tie you both up. This is part of the plan, see, we're going to trick the guy in here. Okay, now bend over to make it look real.
<Ire> NRP: LOL
<Ire> NRP: *Ire calls up Crescent to attack the people to make it "look real"
* Terra` heads in after Sil.
<Ire> GM: *there seems to be quite a bit of people here, seeing as it's 4 o'clock. There's even a karaoke bar in the corner.*
<Project-Crescent> NRP: lol
* Ire pauses, then looks at Terra and Sil, getting an evil smile.
<Terra`> ... uh-oh..
* Ire rubs his nose
<Ire> Terra - Sil, I need you to do something for me.
<Silouette> ......
<Silouette> ......sir...? *suspicious*
<Ire> Do you trust me?
<Silouette> ....usually...
<Project-Crescent> NRP: <Ire> Good, because I was hoping that we could all sleep in the same bed tonight.
<Ire> Good.
<Ire> GM: *The TAW signal flashes. Sil and Terra are now on the karaoke stage while Ire is at the bar with some tequilla*
<Ire> GM: *of course, everyone is staring at them, waiting for them to sing whatever song they select*
<Silouette> .oO( ....how did I get myself into this... I don't sing... )
* Project-Crescent is still tuning the gear.
<Ire> GM: *Jerry runs past Crescent, screaming about body snatchers*
* Junior sits in his bed, watching the TV and wishes he had the remote. "Damn."
* Project-Crescent looks down. "Did you come to die? Who are you?"
<Ire> Jerry: *sees Crescent, then screams that he's a body snatcher. The poor fat man runs away*
<Junior> NRP: And then he saw a doughnut.
<Project-Crescent> Fatty.
* Ire drinks his tequilla, waiting for the two to begin
<Terra`> Got any preferences?
<Project-Crescent> I'll call the cannibalists and tell them you're on the way later.
* Project-Crescent sighs and goes back to tuning.
<Terra`> NRP: *watches Sil pick Konya wa hurricane*
<Silouette> .....how about you take a solo...?
<Terra`> Not the singing type?
* Terra` looks through the songs
<Silouette> ...with this voice...?
* Ire cheers them on loudly.
<Terra`> Well, I suppose you might be a little quiet..
<Ire> GM: *more squirrels leap out onto the gear, biting on it*
* Junior eats jello some time later.
* Project-Crescent shakes the gear around, trying to throw them off.
<Ire> GM: *the squirrels hang on for dear life*
* Project-Crescent opens the gear and jumps at one, creating his psy sword. He thrusts it at it's head.
* Silouette shrugs slightly, "....you choose something.... you're doing most the singing...."
<Ire> GM: *that squirrel dies. Two more leap at Crescent, biting at his face*
* Project-Crescent launches two spikes, one at each instantaneously.
<Ire> GM: *the squirrels are spiked in mid-air. Two more come up from behind, trying to leap at his back*
* Project-Crescent hears them, and he brings his sword around in a circular motion, trying to hit them as he comes around.
<Terra`> NRP: So tempted to pick "Particle Man" by They Might Be Giants
<Ire> NRP: Dooo it
* Terra` selects... Particle Man!
* Ire pauses, looking confused when the song begins to play.
<Ire> GM: *the squirrels are chopped up*
<Ire> GM: *one leaps into the cockpit of the gear*
* Project-Crescent runs after it, and tries to catch it with his bear hands.
<Ire> GM: *the phone downstairs rings. Only Junior can hear it*
* Terra` sings along to the strange little song
<Ire> GM: *the squirrel bounces around in the cockpit, hitting various buttons. The gear launches random missiles.
* Ire just stares
* Project-Crescent shoots a spike at it.
<Ire> GM: *the squirrel ducks, letting the spike hit the controls*
* Project-Crescent dives at it, trying to grab it.
* Silouette hesitates, then starts to 'sing' a long... it's hard to tell if you can't hear her over Terra, or if she's just lip synching
<Ire> GM: *the entire club begins to clap their hands along to Terra/Sil's singing*
* Terra` tries to figure out what's up with Ire at the same time
<Ire> GM: *the squirrel leaps over Crescent*
* Project-Crescent gets up and throws a kick at it.
<Ire> GM: *the squirrel is kicked. It bounces around*
* Project-Crescent uses this to try to catch it.
<Ire> GM: *the squirrel bites at his hands once he's caught*
* Junior picks up the phone
<Ire> GM: *the song, after it's 2 min duration, ends. The crowd cheers*
* Project-Crescent ignores the bite. He puts his hand on its skull and tightens his grip, trying to crush it.
<Ire> Voice: Hello. Is this Warren Carmichael?
<Ire> GM: *the squirrel dies*
* Silouette steps down, looking at the ground. She's probally be a little flushed, but...
* Ire claps, whistling
* Project-Crescent throws it out of the cockpit, and fires a spike at it as it is thrown.
* Project-Crescent scans the damage.
<Ire> GM: *the controls seem to have been spiked!*
* Project-Crescent begins repairs. :|
<Junior> No it's not.
<Ire> Voice: Dahok Fyro?
<Junior> ... Try again.
<Ire> Voice: Uh ... Project Crescent?
<Junior> ... Sure, why not.
<Project-Crescent> NRP: ROFL
<Ire> Voice: I have information pretaining to your unit. There's a living dead person here
<Junior> Expound.
<Ire> Voice: A zombie is here singing karaoke.
<Project-Crescent> NRP: lol
<Terra`> NRP: LOL!
<Junior> Call back when it does the hustle. *click*
<Ire> GM: *someone in the crowd yells out* "Do the hustle!"
<Silouette> ....the... what...?
* Project-Crescent silently does the hustle while repairing his gear.
* Ire waves Sil and Terra back over ot the bar.
<Ire> NRP: *Charon and Senreich do the hustle*
* Terra` heads back to the bar, needing a drink now
<Ire> Want me to buy you two a drink?
* Ire pulls out some gil.
<Ire> GM: *the phone rings again*
<Terra`> NRP: Gil?
<Ire> NRP: Money.
<Terra`> You're not trying to hit on me, are you?
* Ire gives her a disarming grin
<Ire> Would I do that?
<Terra`> .oO(Yes.)
<Silouette> ...I don't know...
* Ire laughs loudly, then slaps his hand on the counter to get the bartender's attention. He orders them both something to drink.
<Project-Crescent> NRP: ..I've got it. Ire is stoned.
<Ire> NRP: He's onto me.
<Ire> I never realized how much I like clubs before.
* Project-Crescent has finished repairs! He stands ontop of the gear, waiting for a squirrel to even get close....
* Junior answers the phone again...
<Ire> Voice: You gotta hurry man. The zombie girl is trying to eat this man.
* Ire glances at the two
<Ire> You two sure are quiet.
<Junior> Let me give you Ire's cell...
* Silouette sips her drink. "....you say that like it's something new....."
<Ire> You know what you need, Setsuna? You need some color to your life.
<Project-Crescent> NRP: That color is white.
<Terra`> Warren.. how much have you drunk?
<Ire> Hardly anything. I'm saving room for some spicy chicken wings. I hear they're good.
<Silouette> ......
<Ire> Voice: Alright.
* Ire looks across the room at some blonde, who waves at him. He waves back.
<Ire> I think she likes me.
<Silouette> .........
<Project-Crescent> NRP: <Ire> Her hairy legs, deep voice, hairy armpits, and hairy face are all so attractive.
<Ire> Anyway, I think our suspect is gone. So, ladies, what do you say we go over to that mall and find him?
* Ire heads back outside, whistling.
<Terra`> I think there was something in the box...
<Silouette> ...have you gone insane boss....?
<Ire> I'm feeling better than I ever have before, Setsuna!
* Ire opens the van door, climbing in.
<Ire> Come on. Lets go.
* Terra` just blinks
<Ire> GM: *a squirrel tries to approach the Gear*
Session Close: Sat Aug 28 00:00:00 2004
Session Start: Sat Aug 28 00:00:00 2004
Session Ident: #taw
* Silouette sighs breathlessly and follows
* Terra` follows Sil, really not understanding
* Project-Crescent hops in the gear and fires a few machine gun rounds at it.
<Ire> GM: *the TAW signal flashes. In the next scene, Ire is standing in a woman's clothing shop with the two of them*
<Ire> You know, I haven't ever bought you anything for your birthdays. I think you should pick out something!
<Silouette> NRP: <Ire> Does this dress make me look fat?
<Ire> GM: *the squirrel is killed*
* Project-Crescent turns the targeting system on and searches for life forms.
<Ire> GM: *Crescent detects one lifeform inside Building 38*
<Project-Crescent> NRP: *Shoots it*
<Project-Crescent> NRP: :P
<Ire> NRP: Doooo it
* Silouette pauses a good long time. "....are you serious...?"
<Ire> I sure am.
* Junior falls asleep in his bed finally.
* Junior is now known as Garland
* Garland has quit IRC (Quit: )
<Ire> GM: *the Gear picks up multiple small lifesigns approaching it*
* Project-Crescent targets them, and scans.
<Ire> Don't just stand there, you two. Go in. Shop. Spend. Be ladies.
* Silouette hesitates, but then shrugs, and starts browsing
<Ire> GM: *they are ... squirrels*
* Project-Crescent starts shooting.
* Terra` pauses.. then shops
<Ire> GM: *the squirrels are shot to bits. Some leap over the bullets, chittering angerily as they fly through the air at the Gear*
* Project-Crescent fires an electric blast at them.
<Ire> GM: *they are fried*
* Ire wanders off as the ladies browse, figuring it'll take them a while.
<Project-Crescent> NRP: BRB
<Ire> GM: *Sil might notice the store has a nice "goth" section - sporting the dead look!*
<Ire> GM: *walking past the store, if Terra is paying attention, is what appears to be the postal worker from earlier - only he's in civilian clothes now*
* Terra` watches the postal worker
<Project-Crescent> NRP: Back.
<Ire> GM: *The postal worker is soon out of sight, going in the direction Ire went*
<Project-Crescent> Freakin' squirrels..
<Terra`> Setsuna? Hold onto these for me... I'll be right back..
<Ire> NRP: And for my next session: Session 185: The Day Ire Became a Woman
<Ire> GM: *the postal worker stops outside a store, which seems to be selling stuffed animals. Ire is inside, buying some. The postal worker spies on him*
* Terra` follows, at a distance, after handing her stuff to Sil
<Ire> GM: *the Gear's life sign detection beeps again*
* Project-Crescent checks it.
<Ire> Postal Worker: *pulls out some kind of communicator, speaking into it in a whisper. Terra would have to get closer to hear*
<Project-Crescent> NRP: Lemme guess, teletubbies?
* Silouette holds onto Terra's things, browsing through the clothes still
<Ire> GM: *it seems to be bigger than a squirrel. The size of the human - but it's not human. And it's somewhere on top of the Gear.
* Retrieving #taw modes...
* Project-Crescent jumps straight back, maybe knocking it off.
* Terra` sneaks closer
<Ire> GM: *the lifesign detector claims it's still there*
<Terra`> NRP: TERRATUBBIES!
<Terra`> NRP: *laughs evilly*
<Ire> Worker: ... it seems it worked indeed. Carmichael seems to have been permenately taken out of the picture. He won't be a threat to anyone.
* Shadow_Mardonas has quit IRC (Quit: "some will win,some will lose, some are born to sing the blues" Journey- Dont Stop Believing)
<Terra`> .oO(So that's the plan, you bastard?)
* Ire walks out the store, whistling. He carries some cute stuffed bunnies. He heads back to the clothing store.
<Ire> Worker: Of course. *he hangs up the communicator, then begins to head to the exit*
* Terra` heads back, having heard enough
* Ire steps into the store, holding out a bunny to Sil
<Ire> Here you go.
* Project-Crescent tries to swipe it off with his hand.
<Silouette> ...what's that?
<Ire> A rabbit.
* Ire turns, watching Terra approach. He hands her one, too
<Silouette> ...why are you giving me a rabbit...? *confused*
<Ire> I thought you'd like one.
<Terra`> A rabbit?
<Ire> Yep.
<Silouette> ...oh.
* Ire holds a third one in his hand.
<Terra`> .oO(So the question is.. what is he ON?!)
<Ire> So, you two have your clothes picked out?
* Silouette remembers the bear.
<Terra`> Yeah, pretty much
* Ire nods, then moves to the counter to pay for their stuff, leaving the two alone again.
<Terra`> Something's definitely wrong
* Silouette nods slowly...
<Terra`> It's some kind of plot... I think he's drugged or something.
<Ire> GM: *the TAW signal flashes. The van pulls up at Building 38 and Ire shuts it off*
<Ire> We're back
* Project-Crescent checks for lifeforms again.
<Ire> GM: *he picks up 3 just arriving*
* Ire gets out and walks over to the gear
<Ire> Hey, Crescent!
<Terra`> NRP: <Crescent> Life. forms. You tiny little life. forms.
<Ire> NRP: LOL. ARgh.
<Silouette> NRP: Oddly enough, I was thinking that too
<Silouette> NRP: Fits how Ire is acting too =P
* Project-Crescent narrows his eyes and gives half of a wave with his Gear.
<Ire> I have somethign for you
<Project-Crescent> What?
<Ire> Step out of the Gear.
<Ire> NRP: <Ire> I hate this emotion chip.
* Project-Crescent makes the gear fall to its knees and hops out to the ground. "..."
* Ire tosses a stuffed animal to Crescent. It's a stuffed animal of a squirrel.
<Ire> I thought you could use something cheerful.
<Project-Crescent> ....
* Project-Crescent foams at the mouth.
* Ire walks off, whistling
* Project-Crescent throws it up and shoots a spike at it.
<Ire> GM: *the stuffed animal is spiked
<Silouette> ....that wasn't very nice...
* Ire steps inside the lobby, then begins to make tea.
* Project-Crescent catches it and then tries to rip it in half. He then puts it in his mouth and chews on it, then shakes it around.
<Terra`> What did the squirrels do to you? *walks off*
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<Project-Crescent> $@&$!&$*(!!!
<Project-Crescent> NRP: Yay. I'm barret.
* Ire hands Terra a cup of tea when she walks in
<Ire> Here you go.
<Silouette> *steps inside* ....Ire... what exactly was in that box...?
<Ire> Another box. *hands her a cup of tea, too*
<Terra`> Thanks..
<Silouette> ...what was in the other box...?
<Ire> I don't know. I don't think I opened it.
<Terra`> The air didn't seem strange when you opened it, did it?
* Ire sips his own tea, making a satisfied smack of his lips.
* Project-Crescent gets back in the gear and stomps on the remains of the stuffed animal.
<Ire> Hm. No. I just took it in my hands .... and blacked out
<Ire> You know what you? You two need the rest of the week off. You look over worked.
* Terra` nods slowly.
<Silouette> ...where is this box now?
<Ire> (what you need)
<Terra`> .oO(Definitely drugs)
* Ire shrugs, then moves over to the couch. He flips on the holovid.
<Project-Crescent> NRP: Told you he was stoned.
<Ire> NRP: <Ire> I see the colors.
* Silouette pauses, then heads upstairs to search for this box
<Ire> GM: *if Sil's a good enough detective, she would find the box under Ire's desk*
* Terra` follows Sil up, curious
* Silouette checks under the desk, after checking on top of it
<Ire> GM: *some people stand outside, watching a giant Gear stomp on a stuffed animal*
<Terra`> The postman was definitely onto the plot... some weird plot to take him out of the picture.
* Project-Crescent looks at them, his pitch black gear with angry red eyes. "WHAT DO YOU WANT!?"
<Ire> GM: *the people quickly move off to find things to do*
* Silouette picks up the box and looks it over "......"
<Ire> GM: *the box looks like an ordinary brown box*
<Terra`> Maybe the labs can analyse it? If it is drugs, there should be some traces on it..
<Project-Crescent> NRP: Ask Crescent.. :/
* Silouette looks inside the box
<Ire> GM: *the box looks empty, except for maybe a slight powder substance inside*
* Terra` thinks.. outside the box
<Ire> NRP: LOL. Awful
<Project-Crescent> NRP: Give up :P
<Terra`> NRP: XP
<Terra`> Find anything?
<Silouette> *closes the box* ...yes. *heads for the stairs*
* Terra` follows Sil. "What?!
<Terra`> "
* Ire eats chips
<Silouette> "...I don't know..."
<Terra`> Well, we can have the labs look at it, right?
* Project-Crescent hops out of the gear and locks it down tightly. He jumps back to the building and walks in. "Helloooo!? Anyone around?"
<Ire> What's up?
* Ire eyes Crescent
<Project-Crescent> What's up with you?
<Project-Crescent> You usually aren't happy at all.
<Project-Crescent> Someone forget to piss in your wheaties?
<Project-Crescent> NRP :D
<Ire> Ha ha. That's real funny.
<Ire> You need to get laid.
<Project-Crescent> What..?
* Ire points at the holovid. It seems Ire found a porn.
<Ire> That.
* Project-Crescent shoots a spike at it.
<Project-Crescent> That's disgusting. Naked humans.
* Ire eyes the holovid get destroyed.
<Ire> GM: *the TAW signal flashes for Sil and Terra. They are inside one of the labs, with a scientist studying the substance*
<Terra`> NRP: You know, from this day forth, Crescent will be associated with shooting spikes at everything
<Ire> <Scientist> Well well...
<Terra`> What is it?
<Project-Crescent> NRP: <Scientist> *sniffs it.* It's nothing! NOTHING! *He grabs it and runs into the bathroom*
<Ire> <Scientist> It's some type of mind altering drug, alright. It looks like something Janus would make, come to think of it. A way to pacify your enemies.
<Silouette> NRP: <Scientist> Ire is doing crack.
<Terra`> .. well, at least it's not those nazi bastards doing this..
<Silouette> ....so what do we do about it...?
<Ire> <Scientist> Well, it's not harmful to the person being affected by it. You could do nothing, or I could whip up a counter-agent to stop the effects.
* Ire offers Crescent some chips.
* Project-Crescent knocks them away.
<Project-Crescent> What the hell is with you?
<Silouette> ...counteragent please.
* Ire burps.
<Project-Crescent> You coming out of the closet?
<Terra`> I snooped a bit on the "Postman" who delivered it.. he was saying something about making him harmless..
<Ire> Out of the closet? No way. I have a crush on ... *looks around*
<Ire> <Scientist> Well, it would make him harmless. I doubt you can make someone in this state angry.
<Ire> GM: *the man begins to work on a counter-agent as he talks*
<Project-Crescent> ....
<Ire> Oh, never mind. You know, PC, I think you're misunderstood
<Ire> You need to chill some.
<Project-Crescent> Shut up.
* Project-Crescent walks over to his desk and sits down.
<Ire> See? That's negative energy.
* Ire picks up his chips and goes back to eating.
<Silouette> ...how long do you think this'll take...?
<Project-Crescent> Jerk.
<Ire> <Scientist> Here. This should do it. *hands Sil a needle with some liquid in it* Just give him this shot and it should work almost instantly.
<Ire> Friend.
* Ire pounds his chest with his hand, then points at Crescent
* Project-Crescent shoots him the bird. "Right here buddy."
* Ire gives him the peace sign
<Silouette> ....couldn't make it in spray format...?
<Ire> <Scientist> I'm afraid not.
* Project-Crescent shakes his head and looks back at the screen.
* Ire hums a cheerful tune.
<Project-Crescent> Could you please shut. the. fuck. up?
<Terra`> Shame.. but we'll take what we can get
* Silouette nods. "...thank you..." She starts back to their building.
<Ire> Someone is a grouchy pants.
* Terra` keeps up with Sil
<Ire> NRP: *Ire reaches nirvana and becomes Budda*
<Terra`> NRP: Better than reaching nirvana and becoming Kurt Cobain
<Ire> NRP: Zing!
<Ire> NRP: I think SIl got lost.
<Silouette> ...Boss...? *looks for Ire in the building*
* Ire turns to look at Sil and Terra
<Ire> Hey, girls.
* Project-Crescent looks at Sil and sees the syringe. "HAND IT HERE!"
* Project-Crescent wanted to do this all day..
<Ire> NRP: <Ire> Wait! Don't give me the shot! I'm alternate reality Ire!
<Silouette> *smiles a little, but subtile enough Crescent would probally miss it* "...got a present for you boss."
<Ire> What sort of present? *leans over*
* Project-Crescent grabs Ire.
<Silouette> "...something to make you feel better."
<Ire> H-Hey?!@
* Project-Crescent holds him down. "Whatever you're going to do, go for it now."
* Terra` blinks
* Ire struggles.
* Project-Crescent easily holds the pansified ire down.
<Project-Crescent> NRP: :P
<Ire> NRP: LOL
* Silouette walks over, and injects Ire in the arm.
<Ire> Ow!
* Project-Crescent punches him in the jaw once and walks off.
<Project-Crescent> I hope it works.
* Ire is knocked out by the punch
<Silouette> .........
* Project-Crescent sits down at his desk and props his feet up.
* Silouette makes a note to write Crescent up for that last bitl.
<Terra`> ...
<Project-Crescent> Oh, by the way..
* Project-Crescent walks over to Ire and drops the remainders of the stuffed squirrel on him. "Have fun."
<Ire> NRP: *Ire sheds a silent tear*
* Ire 's hand twitches once, then grips the floor.
* Ire pushes himself up with a grunt.
<Silouette> ...boss...?
<Ire> ....
<Project-Crescent> NRP: <Ire> I wanna ride a pony!
<Ire> NRP: LOL
<Ire> NRP: Replace pony with Sil
<Project-Crescent> NRP: lol
<Terra`> How are you feeling...?
* Ire glances at Sil, then Terra, then eyes Crescent dangerously
<Ire> ...Fine.
<Project-Crescent> Oh, he's alive eh?
<Project-Crescent> I thought that shot was to put him down.
* Terra` glares at Crescent
* Ire reaches silently for his gun
<Project-Crescent> Whatever. Glad to have you back.
* Silouette smiles just slightly, then hugs Ire.
* Ire pauses, glancing at Sil with a raised eyebrow
<Terra`> Setsuna?
<Silouette> ...glad to have you normal again... please don't make a mess over the carpet, okay...?
* Project-Crescent looks at Silouette. "Was he really that strange?"
* Ire blinks
* Project-Crescent looks at Ire. "Could someone tell me what the fuck has been going on lately?!"
<Terra`> He was drugged.
<Terra`> Some Janus plot. We really need to start having background checks on the postmen
* Project-Crescent loses interest.
* Ire realizes one day Crescent will be put down like a dog.
* Terra` has already realised that
* Silouette looks forward to it.
<Ire> Session Ends
Session Close: Sat Aug 28 01:01:46 2004