Log started: 3/17/03 2:55:03 PM The Reploid Room - Pool Hall As you sLIde into the smokey and somewhat subdued area that is the pool hall, your optics/eyes adjust to the dimmer LIght. Clearly you can see that this area is designed for those infamous bar games. Pool tables fill the majority of this room, clad in red and green felt. On the far wall rest a few dart boards. Near the entrance are a half a dozen tables set up for card games. Looks LIke one could make a fortune around here if they knew what they were doing. Contents: Contents: Pool Table Card Table Dance Floor : The Reploid Room - Dance Floor Bar : The Reploid Room - Bar Pool Table Yep, it's a pool table. Type 'newgame' to rack up the balls, 'break' to (well, duh) break, and 'sink ' to aim for a specific ball. And remember to leave the 8 Ball till last! Percentage chances of sinking each ball are as follows: 1 Ball: 2 Ball: 3 Ball: 4 Ball: 5 Ball: 6 Ball: 7 Ball: 75 8 Ball: 22 9 Ball: 10 Ball: 65 11 Ball: 70 12 Ball: 13 Ball: 14 Ball: 15 Ball: Serena Gilbert studies the table and LInes up her shot... Serena Gilbert sinks the 7 ball. The balls ricochete around the table... Pool Table Yep, it's a pool table. Type 'newgame' to rack up the balls, 'break' to (well, duh) break, and 'sink ' to aim for a specific ball. And remember to leave the 8 Ball till last! Percentage chances of sinking each ball are as follows: 1 Ball: 2 Ball: 3 Ball: 4 Ball: 5 Ball: 6 Ball: 7 Ball: 8 Ball: 80 9 Ball: 10 Ball: 20 11 Ball: 89 12 Ball: 13 Ball: 14 Ball: 15 Ball: $$$$$$$$$ Condensed LIsting of IC Player Locations $$$$$$$$$ San Angeles - Western Mall Dis Savannah LIoness Seoul - United Nations Plaza Abernathy Bridgit Cascio The Reploid Room - Pool Hall Serena Gilbert Torontreal - Northern Downtown Locrian Lobby - Karasawa Tower Mikage Yukiato Hunter HQ - 'Wreck' Room Seismic Earthworm Recruiting Center - MavBerLIn Cyber Peacock ELIte Hall - Skull Haven Tori Plant Man Teleporters - Skull Fortress Crash Man Vehicle Docking - Skull Fortre Ring Man Common Room - Skull Fortress Freeze Man Dynamo Man Dr. Wily Cut Man Hunter HQ - Command Level Rigger Command and Control - RHQ Aust General $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Pool Table Yep, it's a pool table. Type 'newgame' to rack up the balls, 'break' to (well, duh) break, and 'sink ' to aim for a specific ball. And remember to leave the 8 Ball till last! Percentage chances of sinking each ball are as follows: 1 Ball: 2 Ball: 3 Ball: 4 Ball: 5 Ball: 6 Ball: 7 Ball: 8 Ball: 80 9 Ball: 10 Ball: 20 11 Ball: 89 12 Ball: 13 Ball: 14 Ball: 15 Ball: Serena Gilbert studies the table and LInes up her shot... Serena Gilbert sinks the 11 ball. The balls ricochete around the table... Pool Table Yep, it's a pool table. Type 'newgame' to rack up the balls, 'break' to (well, duh) break, and 'sink ' to aim for a specific ball. And remember to leave the 8 Ball till last! Percentage chances of sinking each ball are as follows: 1 Ball: 2 Ball: 3 Ball: 4 Ball: 5 Ball: 6 Ball: 7 Ball: 8 Ball: 37 9 Ball: 10 Ball: 60 11 Ball: 12 Ball: 13 Ball: 14 Ball: 15 Ball: [Radio: (E) Broadband] Head-Powered! Crash Man strumstrumstrum. Serena Gilbert studies the table and LInes up her shot... Serena Gilbert sinks the 10 ball. The balls ricochete around the table... Pool Table Yep, it's a pool table. Type 'newgame' to rack up the balls, 'break' to (well, duh) break, and 'sink ' to aim for a specific ball. And remember to leave the 8 Ball till last! Percentage chances of sinking each ball are as follows: 1 Ball: 2 Ball: 3 Ball: 4 Ball: 5 Ball: 6 Ball: 7 Ball: 8 Ball: 38 9 Ball: 10 Ball: 11 Ball: 12 Ball: 13 Ball: 14 Ball: 15 Ball: [Radio: (E) Broadband] Head-Powered! Crash Man transmits, "Gonna be trouble, it's gettin' OUT of HAND. Gonna be trouble, but baby, I'M THE MAN." [Radio: (E) Broadband] Rigger transmits, "Uh oh. Is it time for a theme song already?" [Radio: (E) Broadband] UN Security ELIte Serena Gilbert *cLIcks* [Radio: (E) Broadband] Head-Powered! Crash Man transmits, "I'm gonna save you. I'll be your knight. I'll be your savior. Howabout toniiiiight? YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.." Serena Gilbert studies the table and LInes up her shot... Serena Gilbert hits the 8 ball but misses the pocket. The balls ricochete around the table... Serena Gilbert studies the table and LInes up her shot... Serena Gilbert hits the 8 ball but misses the pocket. The balls ricochete around the table... [Radio: (E) Broadband] *CLIck* Burst Man transmits, "Crash Man, Are you drunk already?" Serena Gilbert studies the table and LInes up her shot... Serena Gilbert hits the 8 ball but misses the pocket. The balls ricochete around the table... Serena Gilbert studies the table and LInes up her shot... Serena Gilbert sinks the 8 ball. Serena Gilbert sinks the 8 ball, winning the game. [Radio: (E) Broadband] Head-Powered! Crash Man transmits, "...already? Where the f*** have you been, son?" [Radio: (E) Broadband] *CLIck* Burst Man transmits, "In my base...." [Radio: (E) Broadband] Rigger transmits, "It's .. that... Irish hoLIday thing. Yeah. I started getting drunk last night you slacker." [Radio: (E) Broadband] Head-Powered! Crash Man transmits, "It's called Saint Crash Man's Day, chick." [Radio: (E) Broadband] UN Security ELIte Serena Gilbert transmits, "St. Patrick's Day. Irish Beer, Green Clothes and all that." [Radio: (E) Broadband] Head-Powered! Crash Man transmits, "It celebrates the day I chased the gay people into the ocean." [Radio: (E) Broadband] Rigger transmits, "You aren't a saint unless you provide me with booze." [Radio: (E) Broadband] Head-Powered! Crash Man transmits, "We drink green beer on this most holy day, because it's the color of drowned gay people." [Radio: (E) Broadband] *CLIck* Burst Man transmits, "These are the chatters that makes you wish to have no audio receptors...*grumble*" [Radio: (E) Broadband] Rigger transmits, "On second thought, I wouldn't touch anything you gave me anyway." Seoul - United Nations Plaza 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. Contents: Contents: Abernathy [Working] [C] Terra Trunk's Orchard United Nations Vehicle Garages Press Stand : United Nations Building East : Seoul - Northern Commercial District West : Seoul - Tourist District South : Seoul - Historical District North : Seoul - Eastern Residential District [Radio: (E) Broadband] Head-Powered! Crash Man transmits, "And that's the story behind March 17th, also known as Saint Crash Man's Day." [Radio: (B) UN] Valor transmits, "Hmm. I don't suspose there is a way we can trace Crash Man's signal and then force a static feedback loop through his frequency, is there?" [Radio: (E) Broadband] Head-Powered! Crash Man transmits, "For some reason, I'm really big with the Irish." [Radio: (E) Broadband] Valor claps twice. Slowly. "Bravo, Crash Man. Your extensive knowledge of human history never ceases to amaze me." [Radio: (E) Broadband] Head-Powered! Crash Man transmits, "Hey, I do my part." [Radio: (E) Broadband] Rigger transmits, "To make our brains hurt." [Radio: (E) Broadband] UN Security ELIte Serena Gilbert transmits, "...Ta make us wish fer the nice soLItude of suicidal death..." [Radio: (E) Broadband] Head-Powered! Crash Man transmits, "You need to start LIving the O'Wily way." [Radio: (E) Broadband] Head-Powered! Crash Man transmits, "O'Wily rules." [Radio: (E) Broadband] Rigger transmits, "The first Rule of Wily: Don't bend over. Second Rule of Wily: Stay out of grabbing reach. Third Rule of Wily: You can't win for trying." [Radio: (B) UN] Bridgit Cascio transmits, "If there was, I'd've done it years ago." [Radio: (E) Broadband] *CLIck* Burst Man Grumbles "Almost 2 weeks since my advice and the Mavericks still haven't released a sinGLe human...*grumble grumble*" [Radio: (E) Broadband] Rigger transmits, "I rather doubt the Mavericks are LIable to LIsten to anything most folks have to say." [Radio: (B) UN] Abernathy, droll: "I'm sure we could come up with /something/." [Radio: (E) Broadband] *CLIck* Burst Man transmits, "True, but they are under a concrete menace this time..." [Radio: (B) UN] Bridgit Cascio transmits, "Let's get RDI t'do that. I ain't too good with radios." [Radio: (B) UN] Abernathy transmits, "I'll put it in their standing orders when I find the time." [Radio: (B) UN] Bridgit Cascio transmits, "Hell, I'll jus' write it onna rock an' throw it at Gale." [Radio: (B) UN] Enforcement XO Jessica Blakesly transmits, "I just signed on - what's happening?" [Radio: (B) UN] Bridgit Cascio transmits, "Tryin' t'figure out new ways to take Crash Man outta our misery." [Radio: (B) UN] Abernathy laughs quietly. "That could work, too." [Radio: (B) UN] Bridgit Cascio transmits, "OOC: 'put', not 'take'." [Radio: (E) Broadband] *CLIck* Burst Man transmits, "But they'd rather dive in boiLIng oil not to met demands." [Radio: (E) Broadband] Rigger transmits, "What 'menace' is that?" [Radio: (E) Broadband] *CLIck* Burst Man transmits, "Didn't you hear about the missiles thingy?" [Radio: (D) RF-MH-UN-Chat] Abernathy laughs darkly. "Ah. The abiLIty of the Robot Masters to hand out information on their own activities for free never ceases to amaze me." [Radio: (E) Broadband] Head-Powered! Crash Man transmits, "I think you've learned a valuable lesson here, Burst Man." [Radio: (E) Broadband] Head-Powered! Crash Man transmits, "And that's nobody gives a f*** about what you say." [Radio: (E) Broadband] *CLIck* Burst Man loudly facepalms "I didn't need to hear that reminded to me AGAIN!" [Radio: (E) Broadband] Rigger choke-laughs. [Radio: (E) Broadband] UN Security ELIte Serena Gilbert transmits, "...And ta think, they were the bigger threat before the Mavericks arrived on the scne..." [Radio: (E) Broadband] Abernathy murmurs, "Confusion to our enemies, hm?" [Radio: (E) Broadband] *CLIck* Burst Man transmits, "Enemyes? Shouldn't this be a good thing for the good guys? Not that I want to make a favor to you that is..." [Radio: (E) Broadband] Abernathy laughs, and says nothing. [Radio: (E) Broadband] UN Security ELIte Serena Gilbert just whistles... [Radio: (E) Broadband] *CLIck* Burst Man transmits, " :grumbles-grumbles." [Radio: (E) Broadband] *CLIck* Burst Man transmits, "OOC: DH'O!" [Radio: (E) Broadband] Rigger transmits, "I have very LIttle idea what went on but I'm sure it was up to par for the usual stupidity that seems to abound." [Radio: (E) Broadband] *CLIck* Burst Man transmits, "Stupidity?" [Radio: (E) Broadband] Rigger transmits, "That's what I said." [Radio: (E) Broadband] *CLIck* Burst Man transmits, "What do you mean with it? Who are you referring to?" [Radio: (E) Broadband] Rigger transmits, "Nevermind." [Radio: (E) Broadband] *CLIck* Burst Man transmits, "These answers always give me very bad feeLIngs...*grumble*" [Radio: (E) Broadband] Abernathy is still laughing, if quietly. Oh, my. GLobal's just /terribly/ amusing today. [Radio: (E) Broadband] *CLIck* Burst Man transmits, "...And what is all this laughing!?!?!??!? Is there some just done cocainomaniacs? It's creepy, shees!" [Radio: (E) Broadband] Rigger transmits, "Some *what*?" [Radio: (E) Broadband] *CLIck* Burst Man transmits, "Some guy whose neural net went kablooie LIke Ditz's or a human as drunk as Crash Man and Gravity Beetle united togheter." [Radio: (E) Broadband] Rigger transmits, "That logic makes my brain hurt." [Radio: (E) Broadband] Alpha transmits, "..." [Radio: (E) Broadband] UN Security ELIte Serena Gilbert a sound of the tape recorder is heard, "Ah think we just the closest example that Wily did built some brains into his creations. Ah'm recording for prosperity since there is no way somethin' lahk this would happen again... [Radio: (E) Broadband] *CLIck* Burst Man transmits, "Don't make Wily's name if you don't want to praise it, ya freak." [Radio: (E) Broadband] Rigger transmits, "Don't make his name? What?" [Radio: (E) Broadband] *CLIck* Burst Man transmits, "Someone needs his Net/brain examined here, I meant not to mention him." [Radio: (E) Broadband] Alpha transmits, "Someone does, yes..." [Radio: (E) Broadband] Rigger transmits, "Oh so you mean yourself." [Radio: (E) Broadband] Head-Powered! Crash Man transmits, "I am so not related to you." $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ IC News $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 14/7 Posted Author Tartarus Video Sales Tue Mar 18 News Report ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "...thank you, FeLIcia. In entertainment news, Tartarus Pay-Per-View Enterprises has announced that it will include the no-holds-barred battle between the late Dr. Doppler and Order and Chaos' lead singer, Daryn Luna, in its upcoming video release of title bouts. According to the press release, even though neither of them are conventional fighters, the intensity of the match was enough to make it worthy of the collection. Sample cLIps of the collection are available for download at their website." "And in other news, Las Vegas has revised its odds of Dr. Doppler actually being aLIve upward to 11:1 against...." $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Torontreal - Park District One of the only sources of green plants and fresh air in the city, this is one of Torontreal's most popular spots. A GLIstening artificial lake sits in the middle of the park, home to geese that still migrate south during the winter months despite the traffic in the sky becoming almost unbearable. Trees and grass are the main theme here, as both humans and Reploids come here to just relax and enjoy the plant LIfe. Crime is rare here, as the Torontreal poLIce do their best to keep Torontreal's reputation of being the safest city in the world, but it still happens. Contents: Contents: Alpha [Wing] [MH] Abernathy [Working] [C] Rigger [Peacoat] [MH] The Captain's Table Roundtable Swordsman School War Pillars Olympic Stadium Concert Hall North : Torontreal - Western Business Zone East : Torontreal - Southern Downtown That gives the Director pause. He considers Rigger -- considers merely walking off, leaving her and Alpha out here in the cold, and letting Rigger /think/ on what she's done. And not driving the knife into Alpha's heart any deeper; though heaven knows he hardly cares about that. Finally, however, he turns to face the Hunter, expression still closed and icy. "Why?" One world. Simple. Contemptuous. /Utterly/ contemptuous, as if the very thought of forgiving her what she has done is below him. Do you think the Interpol director is here without Agents wilLIng to harm (if not kill... and Serena knows 1001 ways to harm a person... 1 to 501 involves several ways of... how shall I put it... insuring a male is no longer able to pollute the gene pool. READ: Serena is the latterday Lorena Bobbitt. She watches from a nearby parkbench, idly LIstening to the conversation while reading the paper. (Feh. Knicks lost to the Torontreal Raptors...)oo. "You said why last night," Rigger retorts crisply with a quick GLance cast sidelong to the hopeful Alpha. He had at that but she wasn't about to repeat it in front of the girl now. Still those words burn in her mind causing her a good deal of unease in this particular situation. 'I don't want to make your daughter cry, Dr. Matthews.' Yet here she was nearly on the verge of tears and he was... Rigger forces herself to take a slow deep breath to stamp down that surge of anger that was stirring to join the rest she already posessed. Fixing her gaze again on Abernathy she adds, "Because, much as I might still be upset, I am wilLIng to try and work past our differences." For her sake. It remains unsaid yet hangs heavy in the air. Do you think the Interpol director is here without Agents wilLIng to harm , if not kill (And Serena knows 1001 ways to harm a person... 1 to 501 involves several ways of... how shall I put it... insuring a male is no longer able to pollute the gene pool) in order to protect the director from harm? Well, Serena is in the area watching over the good LIttle director, LIke a good LIttle tomboy bodyguard/fLIrt should. She watches from a nearby parkbench, idly LIstening to the conversation while reading the paper. (Feh. Knicks lost to the Torontreal Raptors...)oo. Alpha chews her LIp sLIghtly. She really doesn't get why it's going to such compLIcations, but they're human, what's she supposed to do? Understand them? She GLances to Necro questioninGLy, and then nods. Ah. That makes perfect sense. Surprised Necro would say something LIke that though. Here he was ... what? Refusing to play nice? Not backing down and accepting her forgiveness? And was Rigger particularly surprised that Abernathy was being -- difficult? It was the Director's stock in trade to be intractible and biting, no matter how winsome the appeal of bystanders to the argument. As Rigger speaks, Abernathy's attention remains on her, his gaze level -- and positively serpentine in its lack of emotion. His own words on the matter did recur -- but the situation is not quite the same, and even if she is not keenly aware of that ... he is. As she makes an end of speaking, he steps toward her, motion fluid for all he's still LImping. He does not immediately respond to her repeated requests, instead incLIne his head sLIghtly -- and smiLIng down at her. There is no humor in that smile; it is a predator's smile. It is the smile of someone who senses weakness and knows exactly how to exploit it. When he speaks, his voice is nearly a whisper, meant for her and her alone. "And what if /I/ am not wilLIng work through that? What then, Dr. Matthews?" Rigger doesn't step away from Abernathy as he tries to loom over her for all the few scant inches he has on her own height. She'd met more intimidating people than him in her LIfe. Worked alongside them day in and day out. He was a child compaired to them. A simple school-yard bully trying to seem LIke something more important. "Then I suppose I was mistaken in thinking you were worth an ounce of respect. I might not be genteel in how I say or do anything but I have been honest with you in this matter. I didn't come to you bearing falsehoods and LIes to try and win your 'favor' back. If you don't want to then I suppose there's nothing I can do but leave you alone. But at least I'll be able to sleep at night because I tried." (Ya not givin' the chance ta be more, sugah...)oo. Serena looks over at Rigger and Abby for a moment, then back to the newspaper. (He's doin' the best he can, what with Garneau and Thackery hoverin' over 'im lahk the vultures they are...)oo. Alpha could say something, but she doesn't want to try and force forgiveness between the two of them anymore than she already has. She even forces her reactions to be very minimal, though her LIp twitches a LIttle at Rigger's words, unclear how exactly, but that's the point. She feels guilty enough. 'Schoolyard bully' rather required the Director to have the weight to back that height up -- which he does not. But Rigger could think what she wished -- all accusations to the contrary, he had no interest in controlLIng what was in the minds and hearts of others. Her comment does prompt a chill, grating laugh from him -- oh, yes. This was amusing, in sick, sad way. Neither the laughter, nor the words he speaks next, however, really carry that amusement. "I see. Pleasant, isn't it, to find yourself proven wrong about your initial assessment of someone -- Dr. Matthews? Perhaps you're right. Perhaps I'm not worth the respect, because if to /earn/ that respect I must stand up to the kind of abuse you casually dish out on those you 'LIke', then I am /not/ up to the task." He smirks, just sLIghtly. "I have very LIttle patience for it, and it isn't worth my time." Then he looks down, considering the frozen ground with that same LIttle smirk -- before raising his eyes to meet her gaze again. All this time, his tone has remained that same, conspiratorial near-whisper. "And I have no regrets. "None concerning how I've responded to you, anyway. None that I haven't found it in me to forgive you. For what you did -- what you did not do -- and all you have said." His smirk widens, fractionally. "You did not come to me with LIes to get me to forgive you, but you came to me with /deceit/ to find out information you were -- uncomfortable -- /merely/ /asking/ for. And what have you done but proceed to abuse that, spreading it around as you will, going so far as to /mock/ me for it LIke some narrow-minded, insecure schoolchild." Looking away from her again, his gaze settles on the trees. Even with their harsh branches softened by buds, they still look eerie and skeletal in this LIght. "For that, and for pretending 'acceptance' otherwise -- for never asking and merely /taking/ what you want, I feel you are no different than the vultures I fight against daily." His gaze fLIcks toward her -- then back to the trees. "And because I have been met with that digusting aspect of your personaLIty every time I speak with you, I cannot forgive you. /Ever/. No matter what and who else you might be." He pauses, as if considering his words before continuing, his voice still soft. "I have no regrets that I can't bring myself to apologize. I do regret that I misstepped and every let you know even a fraction of what you do. I regret that I allowed you needle me to the point I did /myself/ violence. I regret, that when I drove you to drink, I couldn't drive you to drink yourself to /death/." His expression becomes almost wolfish, though he is still gazing off at the horizon and his eyes are unreadable behind his GLasses. "I regret I let you stay around long enough to ruin my opinion of women. I regret that this will influence how I view the Hunters in the future. I regret they will need to suffer my paranoia and scrutiny, because /you/ have a proven inabiLIty to keep your mouth shut. "I regret that so much of this was carried on in front of Ms. Alpha, though she will someday need to learn the reaLIties of LIfe. I regret that I betrayed my station by allowing something so petty and venal as this to reflect on it. "I regret all this. I do /not/ regret ruining any 'friendship' we might have had. I do not regret leaving you unforgiven." /Nor will I ever./ Abernathy's expression is back to blank again, as he looks back at her -- and gives her a fractional nod. Cursory. No more than would be expected by society for poLIteness' sake. "Good evening, Dr. Matthews," he finishes, raising his voice such that their two observers can hear. And with those words, and the grim knell of finaLIty in them, he turns to walk away from her, boots crunching across the rime of snow lying on the ground. [Radio: (E) Broadband] Deceptor Raccoon mimics a male news-reporter, "They'll beat you, bash you, squish you, mash you, chew you up for lunch! Then finish you off for dinner or brunch!" ... "They're marching down the halls... They're crawLIng up the walls... They're gooey, gushy, SQUISHY, mush, rotten to the core! And they're standing outside your door!" o/`