Log started: 3/7/03 12:18:21 AM UN HQ - HeLIpad High above the Seoul skyLIne, the roof of the UN building is not terribly interesting to look at. A nest of antennas, transmitters and things that bLInk regularly are visible, as well as vents for the cLImate control systems. Most obvious, however, is the heLIpad on a central location on the roof, set away from all the other stuff around it. It is flat, black and marked with bright white LInes easily visible to an incoming ship. Not far from the heLIpad is a raised rectangular alcove that leads to a set of elevators to allow entrance to the building, as well as the standard stairwell. Contents: Contents: Alpha [Wing] [MH] Trance [Bikini] [MH] Abernathy [Working] [C] Oannes [Unarmored] [C] Musica Airship [C] Plaza

: Seoul - United Nations Plaza Korea : Korea : UN HQ - Elevator Retro Packrat arrives from the UN HQ - Elevator. Retro Packrat has arrived. Kohbu arrives from the UN HQ - Elevator. Kohbu has arrived. It's thursday evening in Seoul, nearing the end of the work week .. what could people possibly be doing here other than roof lurking? .. Actually, seeing as Blues isn't here, there isn't roof lurking going on at all. No, someone had hauled a large garbage can all the way up here, filled it with wood, and LIt it on fire. Thankfully, the can itself was fireproof, and contained the fire quite nicely. A chair here or there suggested that it might not be entirely a random occurance. The fact that Oannes was sitting on one of those chairs, feet propped up on a set of cinderblocks, with a mug of still-steaming hot cocoa in his hands might suggest that even moreso. What -is- he doing up here? Even without the infamous Protoman around, some people /were/ interested in roof lurking. There was something peaceful about being alone with one's thoughts, the Seoul skyLIne, and a bottle of vodka. It made for good thinking, and better inebriation when the 'thinking' part got too hard. The only warning that Oannes isn't going to be alone much longer on the roof is the tap-tap-tap of booted feet on the stairs, then a cLIck as someone eases the roof door open. Abernathy pokes his head out, peering around the roof furtively -- only to spot his brother, and the fire in the trashcan. A momentary look of indecision fLIts across his face, before he shrugs and sLIps all the way out the door, making a beeLIne for one of those unoccupied chairs. Do not notice him! He's not here! Even as he takes one not too far from the other cyborg, sets down the bottle he's carrying in one hand, and comments, "<>" Add to that is the reason why Serena is leaving the Musica Airship at this hour. Serena shudders ever so sLIghtly, zipping her coat up and sticking her hands in pockets. "...Nice weather," she states almost to herself, "Ah wish Ah was back in Vermont..." Kohbu doesn't have much reason to be on the rooftop... but then, he doesn't have much reason to be anywhere, and he felt LIke looking down upon the city tonight. He comes out of the stairs with his hands in his pockets, a LIght windbreaker with the cheery slogan 'I Eat People' on the back shrugged on as his concession to the cold. He notes the others with interest, though recognition is only forthcoming with one. He makes his way over at a lazy pace, curious as to the gathering. Oannes doesn't seem bothered by the fact that he wasn't alone, nor does he seem incLIned to get up, braided twotoned hair dragging LIghtly on the rooftop below as he shifts to offer the cocoa mug to the nearer of the two - Serena - with a cheerful grin. "Always preferred Massachusetts myself." He had more cocoa. And more cups. Getting the water was easy. "<>" Kohbu will LIkewise be offered some once he gets close enough. There's no apparent problems in shifting from EnGLIsh to Russian. My, a LInguist. ... And he LIked that shirt. Kohbu just looked at you! Alpha LIkes the cold. And roof-lurking? Well, she generally tries to do that while she's already alone. Alpha doesn't LIke being antisocial when other people are around. But it's good to get those tendencies out when you are alone already so it doesn't interfere with anything important. LIke baking. And so Alpha is smiLIng even as she fLIes towards the rooftop, totally ignorant of the fact that it might not be a good idea, manipulating small gravitational pulses to make her path a LIttle smoother than it normally would be with her wings alone, though they certainly help matters. She takes her time with her arrival, so that if anybody wants to shoot her down, they'll have plenty of time to aim and take called shots. Her fLIght path doesn't seem random, however. Leaning back in his 'borrowed' chair, Abernathy waves off the offer a drink. "<>" he repLIes, with a fluid gesture to the bottle of vodka. Not that he's going to break it out just yet. "<>" He GLances up as other people wander into range, offering Serena and Kohbu both an analyst's salute: Two fingers waved in the general direction of his forehead. "Evening," he remarks, poLItely enough. Trance makes a habit of not being here. A face in the crowd. A chameleon. A complete catatonic patient. It's all those skills that she was programmed with and then some, but they are skills long unpracticed. Why she chose the roof of the UN building to be a test of these skills are totally forgotten now. A pretty LIght that she saw in the distance perhaps. She too drifted up the side of the building, EMPing cameras as she passes, a momentary fuzz on the screen of the security guard who should notice things LIke this. Serena Gilbert salutes Abernathy, "Sah," she acknowledges, as she takes her cup of Hot Coca, "Masschuettes? Ah think they jus got hit with a snowstorm this mornin'. Not too sure, tho..." She offers in a greeting to Oannes... with a nod to Kohbu and Alpha as well. Trance http://www.angelfire.com/blues/Protoman/Megaman/Trance3.jpg Retro Packrat has disconnected. Alpha sends a radio transmission to Trance. Trance receives a radio transmission from Alpha. Trance sends a radio transmission. Alpha receives a radio transmission. Alpha sends a radio transmission. Trance receives a radio transmission. Kohbu fLIps an easy two-finger salute back to everyone, returning Serena's absent nod with a once-over. Well, a twice-over. He doesn't get to see cute females that aren't trying to kill him or otherwise psychotic (how LIttle he knows) often. "Sirs, ma'am." he says softly, then shakes his head at Oannes' offer, "Nah, thanks. Takes forever to convert." His entire body is sLIghtly hazy in the cold air, from steam escaping various vents. Oannes watches the flying somethingorother with interest for a moment before the roofcapades attract his attention, again. "<>" Mental note: No chocolate. Oannes LIked chocolate. "I think so. Haven't been watching the weather, but it's beautiful there come spring. Did you know you can eat the tuLIp petals? Drives people nuts, but it's true." What an odd conversation. Kohbu is studied for several long minutes before the cyborg sticks a hand up his own shirt, snaps open a panel, and pulls out ... an energy can. And holds -that- out instead, grinning cheerfully. Abernathy has a pecuLIar brother. "<>" comes the lazy reply from Abernathy's direction. He leans back a LIttle further, giving a sLIght wigGLe of his shoulders, before interlacing his hands behind his head and sLItting his eyes. He's got his radio off; any reports of flying whatevers about to descend and decorate the United Nations building go unheard. He's off-duty. And auditing the conversation; he had no reason to stage-manage anything while he's relaxing. Though he does arch one white brow at Oannes' trick with the energy can. That was odd. Alpha bLInks as she's nodded at. She almost splats against the side of the building as a result. Instead she merely levels herself off peering suspiciously at Serena Gilbert. Whether she knows of Trance's movements or not is something Alpha doesn't comment on. She then looks to Oannes, peering suspiciously at him as well, and then Abernathy. "...", she notices Kohbu too, but she specifically doesn't look at him. Poor fellow. Serena Gilbert nods, "Yah. Ah've heard 'bout 'em," Serena shrugs LIghtly, "They're pretty... but Ah'm not into eatin' 'em." She eyes Kohbu more closely as he comes forth... eyeing his most...interesting aspects. (Cute butt. Memo to self: FLIrt with 'im as Bluegrass sometime in the near future...)oo. She sips at the hot chocolate, for a moment, frowning thoughtfully... Serena Gilbert bLInks for a moment before looking at Alpha, "..." (Does she know?)oo. Kohbu chuckles softly at Oannes' second offer, waving it off with a smile, "The offer is appreciated, but I can't accept. Power system isn't built for it." He pulls a canteen off of his belt and opens it, indicating the LIquid within, "One hundred percent pure stream water. All the power I need." As if to provide emphasis to his point, one of the vents on his arm cycles, sending a plume of white into the night air. He raises an eyebrow at the 'silent treatment' he's getting from Alpha, and winks at Serena, but otherwise remains silent. Oannes looks innocently back at Alpha. Don't mind the fire and the cocoa and the chairs. "<>" Ew. The idea of icing over the roof and doing a LIttle impromptu ice skating does arise, and passes only reluctantly. He'd be too tempted to taunt his brother into joining him ... memory suggested that it was something he'd done often in his youth, but as soon as he tried to pinpoint it, the memory faded. "Not sure where I learned the tuLIp thing." Hm. The fire in the barrel is eyed as well. He'd have to add more wood soon, stir it up. It would be nice if he was fireproof. The E-can is replaced, the plume of steam noticed ... and the moisture immediately shifted to frozen state, sending a brief GLItter of multifaceted ice in a GLIttering whirl to the ground, where it ... melts. "Damn. I don't have an internal water source." He required external sources. "<>" Abernathy closes his eyes, LIstening to the conversation around him without much active interest. He was decompressing. Though Kohbu's comment momentarily piques his interest; he opens his eyes again, regarding the reploid without moving much. "Oh, you're the steam-powered one, right?" he inquires, tone mildly curious. Trance fLIes over the edge of the building and she's moderately surprised to find a crowd here...drinking hot cocoa and alcohol. According to files, that would be a certain Interpol director there with them. And Alpha too. So if she's spotted by anyone, she can always grab onto Alpha's arm and pretend she followed her. But for now, time to be part of nature. The reflected fireLIght would be tricky to emulate perfectly in time, but that's a challenge. Trance "lands" on the roof in the shadow of a handy heLIcopter, not quite touching the actual floor, and configures her holographic systems, tinkering for that right shade of red GLow. Alpha looks back to Oannes, "Um.", she says after a moment, "Actually...", she floats up and lands finally at the side of the building, "I would love some Mangos.", she even repLIes in Russian for Oannes, though haltinGLy as if having trouble. She looks over to Abernathy finally, rubs the back of her neck, and says in the usual language spoken by the world nowadays, "Um, did I get that right?", she shrugs her shoulders sLIghtly, a LIttle bogGLed. She suspected a LIttle more suspicion and, well, 'security'. Though she supposes she may have missed all the security, it's not LIke she's here to assassinate anybody important or anything. Why would she assassinate Oannes anyway? Wildrider arrives from the UN HQ - Elevator. Wildrider has arrived. Oho. Alpha is given an even more cheerful look, though he's quite surprised. "Not bad at all, though you have a horrible accent. I don't have any mangos, Adr- we were simply remarking on Abernathy LIking them." Almost a sLIp of the tounge. "How long have you been trying to learn Russian?" Alpha is then offered ... hot cocoa. Where'd he get that from? Trance LIkewise eyed. He's gonna run out of mugs soon. "Out of curiosity, I assume all of you are part of this happyfun organization of Doom, or do we have Ifidel Interlopers with us tonight?" Serena Gilbert stands by and just LIstens in as she drinks her hot coca. "Just the thang I need to warm up on a cold day..." She eyes Abby spectively... (Although... there are others ta warm up on nights lahk this...)oo. Kohbu raises his canteen in salute to Oannes, "Infidel Interloper right here. Though I do work here, so I suppose Interloper probably doesn't fit." His gaze fLIcks in the direction of the shadow that is Trance, but after a moment's scrutinization he puts it down to paranoia on his own part, and shrugs it off, returning his attention to the people at hand. Abernathy's question goes unanswered, but that's just as well. Something else has caught his attention; there's an IR signature running around the heLIpad that doesn't match up with anything on the visible spectrum, *or* the fire. But he hasn't commented on it yet, merely let his attention sLIp from the matter at hand -- and the attentions of lacivious women -- to keep an eye on the whatever-it-is that's joined up. "I agree, Ms. Alpha, your accent /is/ atrocious. But you aren't bad," he comments, distractedly. Wildrider has disconnected. Trance is not at all distracted from sampLIng the colors of the surroundings. She sing songs the colors in her brain, well because, people would hear her if she actually said it. o/~ (Red. Black. Gray. Yellow. Wallpaper Yellow. Red/Gray? Blue. Violet... Green..) Any paranoid or knowing GLances are completely ignored. (Red...Red...RED?) Trance stops in place, she's forgotten something rather important. Drat. She always forgets something. Wildrider has connected. Serena Gilbert would've chuckkled and winked at Abernathy... if Abernathy's distraction sudden;y gets her nerves on edge. "Yah, Alpha Sugah, Ah agree. But ya can work on it..." She comments idly as she reaches into a pocket for that small holdout pistol she carries when she's off duty. (Dammit. Ah shouldn't have put my assistantbot into recharge... but then Ah was 'bout ta go home...)oo. Alpha says, "Um...", she leans her head back a LIttle, "A few months.", she pauses, "I wasn't trying accents yet, mostly just ... read dictionaries and ... tried LIstening in when I could, but that's probably why the accent is so bad, I guess.", she tilts her head. Adr? Must keep a look out. There must be some Adr guy around here. Probably the sniper with her in his sights. She gives Serena another suspicious look, before relaxing, smiLIng at her, and nodding, "Thank you, I'm sorry for interrupting ... um ... this.", she looks back to Abernathy, "I will do my best though, thank you. I actually wanted to ask you something." Oannes doesn't seem incLIned to attempt to figure out what his brother's interested in, no sir! He's more interested in his cocoa, and trying to figureo out a way to weasel out of work the next few days so he can go see that Running Man thing and maybe get involved. Or at least watch or something. A decent person he might be but it was damned fun to go where he shouldn't and get into things. The self-identified infidel Kohbu is LIkewise saluted, just with hot cocoa. "Ah, well. A LIttle variety never hurt--" .... "CHRIST ON A POGOSTICK!" Not a moment later he jumps to his feet. setting the cocoa down. "I left the socks in the toaster!" And with that, he flees, at top speed, for the door. Serena Gilbert bLInks. And she bLInks again, "...socks... in the toaster?" Well, she knows she's NOT going to get or EAT any TOAST anytime soon... She shudders for a moment before eyeing Alpha. Kohbu raises an eyebrow, "This is why I hang my socks over the stove. Well, an' because my apartment is so small that I don't HAVE anywhere else to put 'em..." He shrugs, and goes back to sipping his canteen, observing the situation quietly. Oannes has disconnected. Trance maintains her holograms just until someone calls her out of the Hide 'n go Seek game. Someone has to have seen her by now, unless they're all bLInd. If not, she'll be forced to play Casper and then people will get really jumpy. "He does it to keep them warm," Abernathy remarks, as his brother departs at a run. His attention snaps away from the hidden Trance, resting on Kohbu for a moment. "And -- " His watch beeps. He GLances down at it, frowns -- and stands, picking up the bottle of vodka and heading for the stairs without a word. ... That was interesting. Somebody'd better put the fire out when they decide to leave for the night. Trance tilts a head. Even if they aren't saying anything, they're going to be highly suspicious of IR signals for the longest time. She shrugs. At least security will no longer be so lax. Alpha opens her mouth, taking a step forward. She stops though, remembering 'Adr' as she shakes her head, "...Okay.", she says simply. Maybe she could ask someone else to bring it up to Abernathy for her later. She looks over to Kohbu. Hm. If he cooks his clothing, he is probably one of the higher ups, "Sir?", she says. Kohbu ahs, as Abernathy explains, then sighs and shifts faintly towards the fLIckering form he's finally decided isn't a figment of his imagination. One hand cLIps the canteen back to his belt, and the other... is suddenly full of the sainted goddess grandmother of all handguns, resting about head-height a few feet from the fLIckering, held steady in one hand. He flashes Alpha a smile, before he comments, "I'm not one for chasing shadows... but in this case, the shadow being cast just doesn't check out to my senses. So if you could drop the act and be poLIte, before I'm forced to do property damage, please?" Serena Gilbert nods. "So just appear... we don't want ta hurt ya, but... it isn't lahk ya are givin' us any other choice, ya know." A gigGLe of amusement pierces the air. "Pointing guns at shadows, people will think you're crazy!" She dampens her IR signal as much as she can and takes a step to the left. She didn't want to be faced with a gun-toting psychopath, not when she can't match guns with him today. On second thought, she moves closer to Alpha. He might just let loose and put more than just a few holes in the wall behind her. Outside> Seoul - United Nations Plaza Outside> It is here that most of the world's decisions are made. The kind of power here reflects in the architecture, with the HUGE UN building that holds the General Assembly. Blue and dome shaped in design, it is the only one in the world of its kind, and workplace to the thousands that work here. The perimeter of the General Assembly building is surrounded the flags of every country that has a seat, which is nearly everyone. Outside are a number of other large office buildings, ranging from delegate bureau's, to the Headquarters of the UN PoLIce, to a RepLIforce office. Constantly patrolled and guarded by UN PoLIce, safety is among an utmost concern after the infamous April Fools Day Massacre. Despite that, the place is a very safe environment. Outside> Contents: Contents: Alpha [Wing] [MH] Kaph [Kai] [C] Rigger [Jumpsuit] [MH] Mikage Yukiato [Business] [C] Terra Trunk's Orchard United Nations Vehicle Garages Press Stand Outside> : United Nations Building East : Seoul - Northern Commercial District West : Seoul - Tourist District South : Seoul - Historical District North : Seoul - Eastern Residential District Outside> Kaph sniffs a LIttle, folding the files in her hands neatly into a neat LIttle ItaLIan leather attache case. With a sLIghtly affected superior air she saunters into the embassy' reception area, looking Rigger over LIke a wolf gauging the exact cut of the lambchops he's gonna be having later for a few seconds before she speaks. "Dr. Mathews." She says abruptly in a smarmy LIttle tone, smug grin plastered on her face. "I'm afraid you can't appeal deportation with our government." She pauses almost but not quite suppressing a rude gigGLe, "No matter what kind of work you do." Outside> Rigger snaps her gaze up to stare at Kaph with slowly narrowing eyes. No one she knew. That alone made her suspicious but the fact that she was being rude as all get out right off the bat sure wasn't helping it. "Oh, well if you're certain I'm wasting my time speaking on your behalf, I suppose I'll be on my way. Don't let the door hit you on the way out." Outside> Kaph doesn't falter even sLIghtly, her superiority complex if anything, becoming more profound. "Dr. Mathews. We don't deport our own." She smiles sardonically and offers a helpless LIttle shrug, "It's called ..." She pauses, leaning forewards to whisper, "...patriotism." As soon as she says it she gigGLes and stands back up, "But that's just our dirty LIttle secret, you can get shot for saying that word in this city you know." Outside> Rigger sits up straighter to better avoid the leaning forward that Kaph does. "Deport, no, but I do see them taking the trash out quite often." A sweeping gaze runs over Kaph from head to toe and she smirks in turn. "I suppose you're about as trashy as they come." Outside> Looking over his paperwork a young man of Asian decent steps out of one of the offices and sighs quietly to himself. It has been a long almost tiring day and perhaps the nights shall be longer. In his case everything has to be done and there is LIttle time for relaxation. Pushing back his black sLIcked back hair Mikage quietly eyes the situation quietly. Not once does he even bother speaking up or interferring. After all he is just a multi-trilLIonaire businessman. His word isn't law here. Outside> Kaph smiles wanly "Maybe in America." She sniffs, "Americans throw everything of value away, culture, technology, self respect." She pauses, her eyes narrowing as though she's about to rally the troops and move into a particularly scatching new tirade when her eyes go wide, and her jaw goes sLIghtly slack in excitement. As though she has eyes in the back of her head she whirls around ot see World Renowned Philanthropist Mikage Yukiato standing there. "Yuki!" she exclaims throwing every ounce of professionaLIsm out the window as she bounds towards the man throwing herself into his arms with a hop skip and a bounce. Outside> Because he doesn't actually have an office, Terra Trunk is sitting on a bench. He looks LIke a hobo. Absolutely pathetic, papers covering him... yep, he's got the hobo thing down pat. There's a large mechanical crane-arm extending out of his trunk and still working on some of the paperwork. What is he doing, sleep-writing? Outside> "LIke I said, 'trashy'," Rigger mutters to herself with a shake of her head. American indeed. Now that she doesn't have the harpy nagging at her she fishes out one of the gold pens that was a gift from Dr. LIght for Christmas to resume filLIng out the necessary paperwork. This here, that there... A breif GLance is cast around the room just to make sure nothing else jumps out and surprises her. The tree-hobo is the least unpleasant thing in the room currently. Mikage gets a look that clearly reads she pities him for having that *thing* of a woman leaping at him. Outside> BLInking several times, Mikage slowly turns towards Kaph. His eyes almost narrow threateninGLy behind his GLasses as he is called by his nickname. No one and I mean no one calls him that unless they want to be shot or tortured to death. Well there are exceptions of course, for it has been used by Yuri several times. But of course that was not in pubLIc. Looking rather confused Mikage just stares at the woman in his arms for a long an almost uncomfortable moment before releasing her. Hoping she falls to the ground Mikage just shrugs sLIghtly at Rigger before turning back to Kaph. "How many times must I ask you not to call me that in pubLIc? I beLIeve we went over this the last time. I am just not sure if I should be taking you on these business trips if you are going to leap into my arms every second you see me." Outside> Alpha changes into her Human armor. Outside> Kaph looks up at Mikage as he admonishes her. Finally she shrugs and nods complacently, adopting a sulking posture and pouting a bit. "You know I just get a LIttle excited sometimes. " She smiles tentatively reaching up slowly and carefully to brush a stray strand of hair out of the Philanthropist's face. "You wouldn't leave me back at the offices, would you?" she almost purrs the last few words. Outside> Rigger shoots another sidelong GLance at the pair as she doesn't bother to repress an obvious shudder at the woman's antics. "And she says *Americans* have no self-respect," she utters quite loud enough to be heard by, well, everyone. Again her attention turns away as she fLIps over the paper to fill out the next form. Just... three more and she'd be done. This batch. There would be more, she would bet on it. Outside> Kaph's screeching and Rigger's loud talking does have one useful effect, depending on your point of view; it does succeed in waking Terra Trunk up in a bluster of papers. "Mrruhl... bother. Must have dozed off." He fLIp over and right himself, swivelLIng around and looking about the room. "Oh, bother! I came in here for some peace and quiet to finish getting this stuff filled out! When did you all turn up?" he mutters blearily.