2005-10-15

<Puma-Dyne> 4RPG… commence?

<JosieLyons> ::yes! commence!::
<JosieLyons> ::is it next day?::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::huzzah!::
<JosieLyons> ::or same day?::
<Puma-Dyne> :: next day sounds good XD ::
<JosieLyons> ::huttah! did we get uniforms?:: <Lex>::I want mine in something ’sides drab grey! -g-::
<Puma-Dyne> ((<Jason> We have them in regular gray too ))
<JasonKorat> ::jez, you all got ‘em. XD::
<JasonKorat> ((DEAD!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::so it’s been two days since the first playing of the reset?::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL!))
<JosephForge> <Tasha>::aint at work today! Bwhahahaha! mu ncan only handle one and wants to play with her boy XD::
<SypherSK> ((<Jason> I have one in red and yellow.  <Josie> Okay!  ::five minutes later is wearing a suit bearing a large target::  This wasn’t what I had in mind…))
<Puma-Dyne> <MBI Telephone> :: hopefully isn’t one of those really old rotary ones XD. RINGS! ::
<JosieLyons> ::yep! two days since, LSmun::
<JosephForge> ((::DIES!::))
<JosieLyons> ((::diiies!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::what time of day? Morning-ish?::
* JosieLyons is now known as AgentManx
<JasonKorat> ::answers, for sooth:: Megakat Bureau of Investigation, Captain Jason Korat speaking.
<Puma-Dyne> <Voice on other End> … this isn’t the Enforcers?
<AgentManx> ::thinks will just deal with teh Lex for now.  Josie was here two days, Lex only one. so Lex will now be evened out XD arrives at work in uniform on time. feels important! feels special! feels like a … a… supah hero! or at least better than a security guard at Puma-Dyne ;D::
<JasonKorat> ;:frowns;: No, sir, I’m afraid not…
* SypherSK is now known as ChanceSK
<Puma-Dyne> <Voice> Darn it! I told the operator to connect me to the local law enforcement agency…
<JasonKorat> Well, technically, we ARE a law enforcement agency…
<JosephForge> ::issa in uniform! milling around to get a feel for the place and figure out where things are. feel free to run into him if wanted XD::
<Puma-Dyne> <Voice> You are? Good! I have a crime to report, a break-in to be more specific.
<ChanceSK> ((<Jason> :walks right into Joe as he walks around on the cordless phone:: ))
<AgentManx> ::OOF! runs into him! -g- nah not literally. searching for someplace to get some coffee before is given schedule. spots Joe in hall near breakroom?::
<JasonKorat> Really… What happened?
<JosephForge> ((lol!))
<JosephForge> ::sure!  sounds good to the mun!::
<AgentManx> ::smiles:: Hey! Agent Forge, right?
<LizzieSelkirk> ::whee, wakes up to her third day in the great MKC . . . which really hasn’t been that great so far. Has been trying to save money and avoid detection, so has camped the last two nights in a shed in Megakat Park. Now wakes up, reflecting that she finally has her wish to sleep in late::
<Puma-Dyne> <Voice> I am Professor Ohm, I teach at MKU, but I also act as a consultant and occasional “hired help” for Puma-Dyne. We’ve had a breach in security in one of our R&D departments.
<JasonKorat> What was stolen?
<Puma-Dyne> <Ohm> That’s what we can’t figure out… nothing was stolen.
<JasonKorat> Wait… run that by me again?
<JosephForge> ::small smile:: Hi. yeah thats right.  ::offers hand for a shake:: Manx right?
<AgentManx> ::shakes his hand and nods:: Yes, though you can call me Alexandria or even Lex if you prefer.  ::pauses:: unless we are to be formal with fellow agents as well.
<ChanceSK> ((<Jason> So, you want us to find your missing nothing?  <Ohm> Exactly!  <Jason> But, how do we… I mean…  It’s…  Oh, nevermind.  Do we get paid?  <Ohm> Of course!  <Jason> We’ll be there.))
<Puma-Dyne> <Ohm> Our security is very advanced here, and the R&D department is amongst our most heavily guarded areas. Someone broke in and didn’t take anything. We’re perplexed, and we’d like to have someone come down here.
<LizzieSelkirk> Urgh . . . Gah! ::brushes something crawly off her head! Starts into full awakeness:: <This has got to stop. I need to find a place with a bathroom, and *without* multi-legged roommates.> ::grabs her backpack and gets out of the shed, and begins dusting herself off::
<JosephForge> ((::DIES!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((lol!))
<JasonKorat> ((::DIES::))
<JosephForge> Ahh okay. Call me Joe then if you like.
* Puma-Dyne is now known as Professor_Ohm
<JasonKorat> <Paranoia at its finest. Welcome to Megakat City.> We’ll be there, Progresso.
<JasonKorat> ^PROFESSOR!
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*! Are you hungry, Sage?))
<AgentManx> Alright, Joe it is.  So, are you lost oor heading out for anything?
<ChanceSK> ((::ISSOOOOOOOODEAD:: ))
<Professor_Ohm> ((<Progresso> “Only the best pasta sauce ever. Developed by 1950’s Civil Rights movements”))
<AgentManx> ((::DIIES::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<JosephForge> ((::DEAD!::  I..want to say something so bad..and nothing is coming to mind at all))
<JasonKorat> ((Leeve mee alooooon. XD))
<JosephForge> ((::hugluvs:: Mawww okay!))
<JosephForge> None of the above. Just getting a feel for the place.  YOu?
<Professor_Ohm> Thank you :: hangs up ::
<JasonKorat> <Jake> ::issa tinkering with the underside of the Turbokat.::
<JasonKorat> ::calls on the radio: Attention all agents available. Meet in the conference room in five minutes. That’s an order.
<AgentManx> I’m hoping they have coffee here. ::starts at radio at her hip:: Er but I suppose that is going to have to wait.
<Professor_Ohm> ((<Chance> What are you doing, Jake? <Jake> :: putting large decals on the bottom of the T-Kat:: Well, we’re kind of short on money, so I accepted a deal from Kitty-Kola to put some ads on the T-Kat <Chance> … ))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*))
<AgentManx> ((::DIES!::))
<ChanceSK> ::is looking over the blueprints for Jake’s latest upgrade scheme, scowling and squinting at some of the more indecipherable notes::
<JosephForge> ::blinks:: Yeah guess so. Shall we? ::motions to go down the hall before heading that way himself::
<JasonKorat> <Jake> You’ve got that look on your face again..
<JasonKorat> ((DEAD MATT!))
<Professor_Ohm> ((:: then later :: <Razor> And, while you’re avoding that heat seeking missle, could you use the Turbokat’s exhaust to spell “Eat at Joe’s” ? ))
<AgentManx> ::nods and goes along with him::
<ChanceSK> ((::SOOOOODEAD both!::))
<JosephForge> ((::DYING!::))
<AgentManx> ((::DEAD!!::))
<JasonKorat> ((:DIES!:: <Chance> YOU do it! :ejects him::))
<ChanceSK> ((<Razor> ::ejected:: Touchy.  ))
<JasonKorat> ::heads to conference room::
<AgentManx> ::arrives at conference room! with teh Joeyheyud!::
<JosephForge> ::yes yes! we arrive!  takes a seat in one of the chairs!::
<AgentManx> ::sits next to him at table::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::bundles her robe, which has been doubling as a blanket, back into the backpack, and gives herself a quick sniff:: <Eegh, time for a quick wash-and-change.> ::discovered that the part of the park she’s explored only has restrooms of the portable variety, so heads into the city, hoping to find somewhere to wash up without drawing too much attention to herself::
<ChanceSK> I still don’t like this idea.  And, your handwriting stinks.  ((<Jake> Turn it right side up.))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES both*!))
<JasonKorat> ((::DIES!::))
<AgentManx> ((LOL!))
<JasonKorat> <Jake> It will be a big help. Trust me.
<AgentManx> ((<LS> It’s fun to stay at the YMCA, fun to stay at the YMCA.))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DEAD*))
<JosephForge> ((::DEAD!::))
<ChanceSK> Hmph.  ::eyes the blueprints some more::
<JasonKorat> <Jake> You don’t trust me.
<JasonKorat> ::arrives at conference room. Who’s all there?::
<JosephForge> ::I is!::
<AgentManx> ::looks like just myself and Joe XD::
<AgentManx> ::whatta turn out! -g-::
<Professor_Ohm> ((<LS> Uh, can I use your restroom? <Jason> Can’t you read the sign? :: points at sign:: <Sign> “Restrooms for customers only” <Jason> So, as you can see- HEY! YOU! <Joe> Huh? :: approaching the bathroom :: <Jason> Can’t you read the sign?!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*!))
<ChanceSK> I trust *you*.  This computer thing isn’t you.
<JosephForge> ((::DIIES!:))
<ChanceSK> ((::DEAD::))
<JasonKorat> <Jake> ::gives him an incredulous look::
<JasonKorat> ((DEAD!!))
<JasonKorat> Alright, so it’s just you two, huh?
<AgentManx> ((::dead!:: <Joe> … ::grabs Jase’s fist and uses it to punch himself:: Okay… I’mma customer now. Gotta crime, assault ‘n battery. ::moves past and goes in bathroom. collapses on floor::))
<JosephForge> Appears so, sir.
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*!!!))
<JosephForge> ((::DEAD!:))
<AgentManx> ::nods:: I think so, sir.
<JasonKorat> ((::SOOODEAD:::))
<JasonKorat> OKay. I’m gonna make this quick – Puma Dyne called. Their security was bypassed, but nothing was stolen. We were asked to investigate. Think you two can handle it as a first time job?
<AgentManx> ::looks at Joe and then to Jase:: I think so sir.
<AgentManx> ::smiles! yey a mission!::
<JosephForge> I think so. ::nods::
<JasonKorat> Good. Consider this your first assignment. I won’t be there to monitor, but I WILL ask for a report and rate you based on that performance.
<Professor_Ohm> ((<Jason> :: hands them a bright yellow book :: You’ll be needing this. <Book> “No duh Shirlock! : Investigating for Dummies”))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL!))
<JasonKorat> ((::SOOODEAD::))
<JosephForge> ((::SOOODEAD!:))
<AgentManx> ::stands up and salutes:: Yes sir!
<AgentManx> ((::DEAD!::))
<JosephForge> ::Stands and salutes:: Sir, yes sir!
<JasonKorat> <Jake> I am so hurt. ::jokingly:: Over 20 upgrades and your baby is always as good as new, and you STILL don’t like them.
<JasonKorat> Dismissed. Ask for Professor Ohm. Tell them you’re the agency he called.
<JosephForge> :nods:: yes, sir. ::heads out door!::
<AgentManx> ::nods:: Right. ::heads out after Joe!::
<AgentManx> Have you been assigned a vehicle or anything, Joe?
<JosephForge> Nope. Not yet.  You?
<LizzieSelkirk> ::heads down various streets from the park, looking for an unremarkable place to stop in and use the restroom. Unfortunately, all she’s passed so far are either residential buildings or places that don’t look like they’d have a restroom open to someone who isn’t an employee or customer. Is getting a bit desperate::
* JasonKorat is now known as JakeClawson
<AgentManx> ::shakes head:: No.  So, who’s car shall we take?
<ChanceSK> Something could always happen!
<JakeClawson> Name one.
<JosephForge> Either is fine with me.  We can take my truck if you like, or your ride. whichever you prefer
<AgentManx> You can drive. ::smiles:: So your truck. ::in lot now::
<ChanceSK> I seem to remember your dimensional radar taking its name a little too literally.
<JosephForge> ((<Chance> They could gain a mind of their own and then a soul and create havoc and chaos among the general population! <Jake>…..::busts up:: thats the wildest thing I ever heard!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*!))
<AgentManx> ((::DIES!::))
<JosephForge> ::smirks. leads her to his truck, unlocks and climbs in. waits on her::
<ChanceSK> ((::DEAD::))
<JakeClawson> ((::DIES!::))
<AgentManx> ::gets in and shuts door. buckles up:: Know how to get there?
<JosephForge> ::buckles up:: Yep.  Seen it a couple times from the road. ::pulls out and heads there!::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::getting tired of walking, now heads down the street unknowingly toward a certain Bureau. Watches as Lex and Joe drive by, but hasn’t really seen where they drove from.::
<AgentManx> ::nods and looks out window as they go.:: So you excited about this first mission? ::smiles at him::
<JosephForge> I guess. ::shrugs::  Its a mission.  Better than paperwork.
<AgentManx> Well I hope it will be better than paperwork. ::chuckles::
<JosephForge> ::smirks. wow..is so talkative XD:: Its gotta be.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::goes on down and around the block, and comes upon a building that she isn’t sure what to make of. Looks at the front of the MBI for a few moments, trying to decide. Is there a nameplate or the like by the door?::
<AgentManx> ::you lamppost XD quiet the rest of the way! shalla we arrive? -g-::
<JosephForge> ::sure! pulls up and gets out! waits on Manx::
<AgentManx> ::gets out as well and walks in the Puma-Dyne building. guard or someone there to greet us in lobby?::
<Professor_Ohm> <Guard? :: I R GUARD ::
<AgentManx> ::since Joe seems to be the silent type ;D:: Excuse me sir? ::to guard::
<JosephForge> ::Yay!!! now spell your name! Come on!::
<JakeClawson> ((GYAH! Sorries! Mom and Dad on phone!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((It’s okay))
<JosephForge> ((WB!))
<JakeClawson> ((Thankies!))
<Professor_Ohm> <Guard> Can I help you? :: air of discontent ::
<Professor_Ohm> ((<Lex> :: takes out “Discontent Away” air freshener ::))
<AgentManx> Yes.  Agents Forge and Manx here to see a Professor Ohm?
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*))
<AgentManx> ((LOL!))
<JosephForge> ::waits beside Lex XD::
<JakeClawson> Okay, so that was ONE time.
<JosephForge> ((::DIES!::))
<Professor_Ohm> <Guard> Agents of what?
<ChanceSK> ((<Joe> ::jokingly:: Mayhem!  ::twiddle fingers::  <Lex> ::scowl, jabs him with her elbow::  Go back to staying quiet.))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::there a sign or such by the front door of the Bureau? Mun assumes there would be, but wants to check with designer::
<AgentManx> The Megakat Bureau of Investigation.  Professor Ohm contacted us earlier.
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<AgentManx> ((LOL!!))
<JosephForge> ((::DIES!:))
<ChanceSK> Once was bad enough, wasn’t it?
<Professor_Ohm> <Guard> Never heard of it. Let me check :: picks up a clipboard, slowly leafing through pages ::
* Disconnected
Session Close: Sat Oct 15 23:17:19 2005

Session Start: Sat Oct 15 23:17:34 2005
Session Ident: #mbi_sk
* Now talking in #mbi_sk
* Topic is ‘4 MBI/SKRPG go to http://www.fyresight.com/sagesk/rpg/rpg.html for more information’
* Set by JosieLyons on Fri Oct 14 23:04:25
<LizzieSelkirk> ((wb?))
<AgentManx> ((dang reset))
* LizzieSelkirk sets mode: +o AgentManx
<JosephForge> ::mrrs:: We’re a new organization. :wants him to flip faster!::
<ChanceSK> Mmmmm… ::decides to let it go at that… for now anyway… besides, there’s no talking Jake out of these things::
<JakeClawson> Can you pass me another wrench?
<ChanceSK> ::passes it over:: I think I’m gonna head upstairs and grab lunch.  You want anything?
<JakeClawson> Tuna and swiss.
<ChanceSK> Roger that.  ::heads upstairs::
<JakeClawson> Thanks! ::calling upstairs::
<Professor_Ohm> <Guard> :: finally arives on a page :: Ah, I see. :: quirks an eyebrow :: Whatever. Head on in.
<AgentManx> … um thanks.  Where is his office?
* Kutlass has joined #mbi_sk
<JosephForge> (Kutlass!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::there anyone left in the Bureau? If not, that’s okay::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Lo!))
<ChanceSK> ((Hey!))
<Professor_Ohm> :: rounds a corner :: That won’t be neccesary.
<Kutlass> ((Hello, all! Augh, sorry for lateness, as usual.))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((It’s okay))
<AgentManx> ((lol! no prob! ^_^))
* AgentManx sets mode: +o Kutlass
<JakeClawson> ((Kutlerz!XD))
<AgentManx> ((Jase is still there I think.))
<AgentManx> ::turns to see the Prof:: Professor Ohm?
<JakeClawson> <Jason> ::I be here! Looking over what Feral left me and frowning at it all;:
<LizzieSelkirk> ::well, mun doesn’t want to make muns play more characters than they can handle::
* Kutlass is now known as FletchRyder
<JosephForge> ::looks to the Professor! ::
<Professor_Ohm> Yes. You’re the Enforcer, er, I mean… where are you from again?
<JakeClawson> ::returns back up to the kitchen, wiping his hands:: Okay. I think she’s ready.
<JosephForge> Megakat Bureau of Investigation, sir.
<AgentManx> ::nods at Joe:: Agents Forge and Manx. ::indicates Joe then herself::
<Professor_Ohm> Yes… Well, I suppose you’ll want to view the crime scene then?
<JosephForge> umm…yes. That would be helpful
<LizzieSelkirk> ::if muns with characters left in the Bureau don’t mind, goes up and knocks a little on the door, just to be polite. Sees the sign, and gulps.:: <Bureau of Investigation? I shouldn’t be going here . . . > ::but really does want to get cleaned up. Knows she’ll have worse chances of finding a real place to stay, and a way to make a living, the longer she goes without it::
<ChanceSK> That quickly?  ::pausing with his sandwich almost to his mouth::
<JakeClawson> Nothing much left to do.
<AgentManx> ::smiles at Joe a little:: Lead the way please, Professor.
<ChanceSK> What is left?
<Professor_Ohm> This way :: leads ::
<JakeClawson> Just a coat of paint.
<JakeClawson> ::grabs his sammish, munches::
<JosephForge> ::follows the professor::
<AgentManx> ::follows the prof::
<ChanceSK> Mmmm..
<JakeClawson> What?
<ChanceSK> Nothing, nothing.
<JakeClawson> No, really. What?
<JakeClawson> <Jason> ::goes downstairs upon hearing a knock on the door. Where be de’ Fletch? Is he gonna be there for his first day and whatnot, or was he already accepted, or…? XD ::is up to the muns::
<ChanceSK> Just still edgy about this idea.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::not hearing any reaction for a bit, tries the door. Looks into the lobby cautiously::
<FletchRyder> ::has no idea. XD is he already in?::
<JosephForge> ((<Chance> oh..just wondering where i put that can of hot pink paint for Callie’s car. <Jake>::Starts spraying first coat of paint. blinks and tries to hide spot on T-Kat: Um…oops?))
<Professor_Ohm> :: leads them through a maze of corridors, until they start to reach the inner-most parts of the facility :: Nothing has been touched yet, as I was waiting for you to arrive. :: gestures to many different broken video cameras :: All of these were destroyed at range before they could capture any imagery of the culprit.
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*))
<AgentManx> ((::busts up!::))
<JakeClawson> ::if his mun wishes it so! ;D::
<AgentManx> Destroyed how? By gun fire?
<JakeClawson> ((::DEAD!:))
<ChanceSK> ((::DEAD paint!::))
<FletchRyder> ::that makes it nice and easy. so about after a week after getting off the plane from Afurica, found himself at the new MBI building and is spending his 1-2nd day in relative monotomy at his desk::
<JosephForge> ::starts walking around to see if he can find the point of entry and exactly how they got in::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::not seeing anyone, steps into the lobby. Perhaps hears Jase approaching, though?::
<JakeClawson> Again?
<JakeClawson> Look, why don’t we test it?
<JakeClawson> <Jason> :shua!: Hello?
<LizzieSelkirk> ::starts, is about to head back to the door when she hears the hello:: Er, hello. ::looks a bit uneasy, which could be taken for either embarrassment or worry::
<Professor_Ohm> :: shrugs :: I don’t know. :: continues down the corridor, gestures to several doors :: These are containment doors. Very durable and nearly inpenetrable. :: points to an indescrimant point on the wall with a burned hole in it :: Someone puncured this relay which provides power to the actuators. It was hidden and unlabled. No one knows about these.
<ChanceSK> Alright.  After lunch.  Might as well get it over with.
<JakeClawson> Chance?
<LizzieSelkirk> I hope this doesn’t sound too weird, but is there a restroom I could use?
<JakeClawson> <Jason> ::blinks:: Sure. Um… are you lost?
<JosephForge> ::looks at burned area:: apparently someone knew if they were able to take it out.
<ChanceSK> Huh?
<FletchRyder> ((<Jase> ..Yeah, that does sound weird. ::just walks away:: <LS> … I’m so unloved! ::runs out wailing, running into Hertz, and knocking him down the front steps:: <Hertz> WHY, oh why, cruel world!? ::as he tumbles into an open manhole::))
<Professor_Ohm> :: continues down the corridor, through one of those containment doors that’s partially open :: And, here is the R&D department :: as he enters a rather cavernesque room ::
<JakeClawson> ((::DEAD!!:: <Hertz> When will the torment end?! ::thud::))
<LizzieSelkirk> Uh . . . yes, a little. ::tries to think quick and make up a story:: I’m supposed to go to the library, but I must have made a wrong turn somewhere. ::shrugs:: New in town and all that.
<JosephForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<AgentManx> ::looking as well as they go::
<AgentManx> ((LOL!!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::hopes that with the backpack, and being a teen, she’ll be able to pass off the story as a student. Hopes she doesn’t look (or smell) too grungy::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*!))
<Professor_Ohm> <R&D> :: large room, filled with various shelves, compartments, lab tables, various scientific looking equipment, large open areas where several futuristic looking technologies are on display, etc. ::
<JakeClawson> <Jason> ::nods:: I see. ::arches a brow, motions:: Hey, Ryder! ::calls::
<AgentManx> ::ooooh! looks around in there:: I don’t understand… why would someone go through all this trouble and then steal nothing?  If it is an insider, surely they’d have access to these things already to examine.
<JosephForge> ::walks in. looking around the big room::
<FletchRyder> ::head jerks up from his desk, as he immediately stands and strides to the front lobby:: Captain Korat. ::salutes::
<Professor_Ohm> I don’t know. Aside from the cameras and other security devices, everything in here is undamanged, intact and accounted for.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::watches Fletch appear, and the salute. Feels more and more uneasy, and wonders if she should make a break for it::
<AgentManx> Are you sure? Has everything been examined thuroughly? Tested?
<LizzieSelkirk> ((brb!))
<AgentManx> ((ok!))
<JakeClawson> Can you help this young she-kat? ::adds inna whisper to him:: She could use some coffee and something to eat. And you, too, if you’ve skipped breakfast or soething.
<JakeClawson> ^Jason
<JakeClawson> ::chuckles: Nothing, buddy.
<Professor_Ohm> We make regular inventory checks. This one was particularly easy, as I’d just finished filling out requistions yesterday due to the transfer of several items to the Defense Center.
<JosephForge> Is it possible something was missed in this check?
<ChanceSK> ::arches a brow, but lets it go::
<FletchRyder> ::nods:: Yes, sir. ::snaps his attention towards Stormcrow:: If you will follow me, Miss. ::turns around and starts down the hallway::
<JosephForge> ((<Fletch>::is a good soldier! even walks like one of those toy soldiers in “The Nutcracker” XD::))
<ChanceSK> ((::DEAD::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<AgentManx> ((LOL!))
<Professor_Ohm> Not likely, but I could verify that the Defense Center received all items… :: pauses, hearing several footsteps from the hallway ::
<JakeClawson> ((And, de’ Sage is gonna go de’ craaaash. X_x))
<FletchRyder> ((<Fletch> ::suddenly slows down in the hallway, coming to a stop altogether, and slumps over so his arms dangle to his feet:: <LS> ::blinks:: … ::winds up some weird key thing sticking out of his back:: <Fletch> ::immediately straightens up and continues down hallway:: <LS> I’m so out of here!))
<JosephForge> ((NIghts Sagey!))
<AgentManx> ::nods:: Who else has clearence for this room?
<AgentManx> ((Night Sage!))
<FletchRyder> ((Goodnight, Sage! Have a good one!))
<JakeClawson> ((Night all! ::hugs::))
* JakeClawson has quit IRC (Quit: )
<JosephForge> ((::dies!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Back! . . . And just in time to miss her.))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*!))
<FletchRyder> ((WB!))
<AgentManx> ((wb!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::watches Fletch’s behavior, and it isn’t making her feel any better. But can’t run, since that would make them even more suspicious, so follows:: Sir, it’s all right. I can use the restroom at the library.
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Ty!))
<Professor_Ohm> :: is interupted as several Enforcers enter the room, led by none other than Commander Feral himself :: <Commander Feral> Alright men, seal off this area. Standard crime scene procedures. Make sure no one touches anything! :: then sees Ohm and the two MBI Agents ::
<LizzieSelkirk> I don’t want to bother anyone.
<JosephForge> ::turns to see the Commander in there now.::
<AgentManx> ::blinks at Feral and the Enforcers entering. stands straight:: Commander Feral? ::er salutes quickly::
<ChanceSK> ((And, I think I’m gonna go too.  ::has been distracted, talking to Mom::))
<AgentManx> ((lol night Kris))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Goodnight, Kris!))
<ChanceSK> ((G’nights!))
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<FletchRyder> The library’s a twenty minute walk from here, and a forty minute drive, Miss. Our facilities will.. serve you just as well as theirs. ::pauses in hallway, pointing to women’s locker room:: You’ll find restrooms in there, and the Captain has extended an invitation for you to join me for some breakfast after you’re done.
<Professor_Ohm> <Commander Feral> :: doesn’t seem to take much notice to Lex’s salute, turns to Professor Ohm :: Don’t worry, Professor Ohm. The Enforcers are here, and we’ll find whoever did this. :: then looks at Lex and Joe :: As this is a crime scene, I’ll have to ask you two to leave while we gather evidence. :: doesn’t so much “ask” as tell with his tone XD ::
<AgentManx> But… sir, we were called by Professor Ohm himself to investigate… ::says timidly. Feral always has such a strong presence lol intimidating!::
<JosephForge> ::Crosses arms:: With all due respect sir, we were here first.  We can handle working this case.
<LizzieSelkirk> Oh . . . ::doesn’t know how to refuse this without sounding like she’s avoiding something:: Well, er, thank you, if you’re sure it won’t bother anyone. ::halts for a moment at the mention of breakfast. Realizes now that she’s extremely hungry, since she ran out of sandwiches yesterday. Wants to take the free food – except it might not be “free” in this context:: Uh, that’s very kind of you, but it’s all right.
<Professor_Ohm> <Commander Feral> Do you have a fully supplied forensic investigation unit at your disposal, Agent? Have you already cross-referenced other similar crimes with your extensive database? Are you even aware that this is not the first instance of such a crime within the past 24 hours?
<AgentManx> We only just arrived ten minutes ago, sir. ^^; ::steps closer to Joe::
<Professor_Ohm> <Other Enforcers> :: overhearing, audibly chuckle ::
<JosephForge> Which was ten minutes faster than your crew.  ::smirks::
<Professor_Ohm> <Forensic Investigator> Commander, I’ve found something you should take a look at… <Commander Feral> :: raises his baton to gesture at the two of them :: Don’t get in my way. Your organization is already on thin-ice. :: turns and heads down the corridor ::
<FletchRyder> The library’s a twenty minute walk from here, and a forty minute drive, Miss. Our facilities will.. serve you just as well as theirs. ::pauses in hallway, pointing to women’s locker room:: You’ll find restrooms in there, and the Captain has extended an invitation for you to join me for some breakfast after you’re done.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::mun got the message, unless he’s repeating. Will repost::
<FletchRyder> ((Whoops! Cut that))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Ah, okay))
<FletchRyder> If you are sure, Miss. There’s plenty of doughn-.. food in the breakroom at our disposal. If it’s not eaten by the end of the day, it will just be thrown away.
<AgentManx> ::looks up at Joe with a determined look, then goes out to follow Feral! lol::
<JosephForge> ::follows Manx! wants to see what this “something” is::
<LizzieSelkirk> Oh. Um, in that case, I guess a quick bite wouldn’t hurt. Thank you very much, sir. ::goes into the locker rooms, and toward the restroom::
<FletchRyder> ::nods after her, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall awaiting her return, subtly glancing at his watch::
<Professor_Ohm> <Commander Feral> :: passes under newly applied “Crime Scene” tape that’s being guarded by two well-armed Enforcer Commandos ::
<AgentManx> ::attempts to pass under the same tape as well right after Feral does::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::once in the bathroom, is extremely conflicted. Wants to actively shower and wash her hair, especially since this *is* a locker room. But can’t risk it. Reflects that maybe she should cut her long hair, since it’ll be easier to wash then. Thinks that since she *is* wearing a sweatshirt, she can get away with changing, though. Does just that, ducking into a stall and putting on clean shirt, socks, and undergarments. Bundles the d
<LizzieSelkirk> irty ones into an outer pocket of the backpack, will wash them somewhere safer.::
<Professor_Ohm> <Enforcer Commandos> :: step in their way :: Excuse me, do you have clearance to enter this area?
<LizzieSelkirk> ::settles for giving her face and hands a scrub, and then emerges::
<AgentManx> ::frowns at them:: Yes we do. We’re from the Megakat Bureau of Investigation and we were also called on this.
<Professor_Ohm> <Enforcer Commandos> :: glance at one another for a moment, then reply :: Never heard of it.
<JosephForge> ::rolls eyes:: We’re new.  Now let us through.
<Professor_Ohm> <Enforcer Commandos> I’m sorry, but without legitimate clearance we cannot let you pass.
<AgentManx> Kats alive… ::grumbles:: we were here before you were, Professor Ohm can vouch our clearence, ::calls out XD:: Professor Ohm!
<FletchRyder> ::stands up from the wall upon her emergance:: If you’ll follow me. ::starts heading towards breakroom::
<LizzieSelkirk> I hope I didn’t keep you waiting. ::goes with::
<Professor_Ohm> :: is no longer on the scene, seemingly has been taken by other Enforcer detectives for questioning in another room ::
<JosephForge> Or ask your commander. He knows! He’s been to our headquarters and everything.
* Professor_Ohm is now known as Enforcer_Comman
* Enforcer_Comman is now known as Enforcers
<FletchRyder> Not at all, Miss. ::stops outside of breakroom door and gestures her in::
<Enforcers> Commander Feral is currently busy. I’ll put in a request for your request. In the meantime, I advise that you leave.
<AgentManx> ::nods to what Joe said as Ohm isn’t around it seems::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::goes inside, shifting between standing in hesitation and darting quickly. Wants to keep calm and not suspicious, but isn’t good at it::
<AgentManx> A… request for our request? ::in disbelief that they are having to deal with this. XD::
<FletchRyder> ::follows her in, cocking an eyebrow at her skittish behavior. how old is LS? would he notice her being particularly young?::
<JosephForge> ::sighs.:: wonderful…::looks to Lex:: Any other options you see?
<FletchRyder> ((<Lex> Just one.. but it involves you in a tutu and several rabid water buffalo. <Joe> Huh?!? <Lex> Well, I don’t see *you* having any better options!))
<JosephForge> ((::DEAD!:))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::she’s 17, but a good-sized girl::
<AgentManx> No… ::huffs and turns on heel:: Let’s go back to the R&D room and look around there.
<AgentManx> ((::dies!::))
<JosephForge> ::nods:: yeah. Whoever did this took something or did something. ::goes with her::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::definitely seems young, though, probably not a legal adult::
<Enforcers> ((<Liz> :: keeps hitting her head on the ceiling :: Ouch… ))
<JosephForge> ((LOL!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*))
<AgentManx> ::enters the R&D room again, unless is stopped again::
<FletchRyder> ::motions for her to have a seat at the table inside, while he stands almost butler-like in the middle of the room:: What can I get you? We have milk, juice, coffee, and… donuts.
<AgentManx> ((::laughs!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::isn’t *that* tall, but is a little on the chunky side::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::takes a seat, seeing no other choice:: Juice sounds good, if that’s all right. ::ears perk:: Donuts? ::one perk to being on her own, can eat all the junk food she can afford::
<Enforcers> <R&D Room> :: is now fairly vacant of individuals ::
<JosephForge> ::walks in with her and starts looking through the inventory to see if something looks out of place::
<AgentManx> ::does as well though wishes she had an idea of what to look for. peering at each thing closely::
<Enforcers> <Various items> :: all of them seemingly in place. Little file cards on the shelves describing what the various items are ::
<FletchRyder> ::turns towards the fridge and opens it, pulling out a carton of orange juice before heading to the cupboard and taking out a glass:: I believe we have glazed and jelly-filled left. They go pretty quick around here. ::as he pours her a glass::
<LizzieSelkirk> Jelly-filled sounds good, if you don’t mind. ::watches him pour the juice::
<JosephForge> I’m not finding anything. How about you Manx?
<AgentManx> Nothing… sure are a lot of interesting things in here though.
<FletchRyder> ::grabs a few napkins from a pile on the counter top and uses them to grab a jelly-filled, taking it and the juice to the table:: You can have as much as you want. I don’t particularly care for donuts myself, so it’ll be doing me a favor.
<Enforcers> <Several Vials> :: on varous shelves, multi-colored tansparent cylinders, all of them different colors, containing liquids, metals, etc. within. ::
<AgentManx> ::glances over each file card for name of item, or liquid in vials, if not understanding technical name will read a bit about it::
<LizzieSelkirk> Uh, okay, but this is fine. Thank you. ::takes the juice and donut when they are brought, and chows down. Is so hungry that she doesn’t even notice the sourness that comes when one drinks juice after eating something sweet XP Donut is gone in only a few bites::
<JosephForge> I know. I don’t have a clue what I”m looking at really though. would help if we knew
<Enforcers> <Shadow> :: from the various shelves, get cast are cast over the items too… one vial seemingly doesn’t cast a shadow… ::
<Enforcers> ((get cast/are cast))
<AgentManx> We’re looking for nothing, remember? ::chuckles looking at things.  Joe find that vial?::
<JosephForge> ::he can! walking along then stops and blinks. steps back and reads the card in front of that vial::
<FletchRyder> ::blinks some. didn’t realize the donut would disappear that quickly:: You’re sure? We have a whole other box left. And, frankly, you look like you haven’t eaten in a while.
<Enforcers> <Vial> :: isn’t casting a shadow like the others. Reads as “Anti-Matter Extract: Inert” ::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::erk!:: Oh, no, I’m fine. ::but does look longingly at the box:: Though . . . if you’re sure no one will mind . . .
<LizzieSelkirk> It’s a long walk to the library.
<JosephForge> Hey Manx! Come look at this.
<AgentManx> Hmm? ::turns from where she was at. hurries over to his side:: What is it?
<FletchRyder> <Oh, I’m pretty sure the whole Bureau would mind..> ::almost smiles at that thought, as he grabs the entire box and sets it down in front of her on the table:: We have some fruit around here somewhere too, if you’d prefer something a little more, I guess, nutritious.
<LizzieSelkirk> No, donuts are fine. Thank you, though. ::digs in!::
<JosephForge> Take a look at this. ::points at the vial.:: ever seen anything like this?
<LizzieSelkirk> ::though, wonders if she ought to take some fruit along for later::
<FletchRyder> ::pulls out chair and spins it around so his elbows are resting on the back of it:: So, why are you so dead-set on getting to the library?
<FletchRyder> ::sitting down::
<AgentManx> ::not sure what he wants her to see at first… then notes the lack of shadow. reaches out to touch it::
<LizzieSelkirk> Oh, um, I need to do some research for a school project. ::shrugs, tries to smile:: Plus, I just moved here, so I might as well read up on the city history.
<Enforcers> <Vial> :: isn’t able to be touched, as it shimmers visually for a moment when her hand passes through it ::
<JosephForge> ::blinks:: Um…okay….::Reaches up to touch it..or rather see if he can touch it:: you wanna explain that to me?
<FletchRyder> ::nods, taking her answer at face value:: New in town, huh? Where are you from, if you mind me asking?
<AgentManx> I wasn’t a science major, Forge… ::poke poke… feels shelf where the “vial” sits::
<Enforcers> <Shelf Where Vial Sits> :: small, flat device, the size of a bottlecap is there, within the 3D image of the vial ::
<LizzieSelkirk> . . . Koratown. It’s a little nothing place to the east. ::makes the name up on the spot, since she doesn’t want to mention where she’s really from. Does not realize that “Korat” is an important name here.::
<AgentManx> What in the… ::grabs up the device and tries to pick it up off the shelf to examine it::
<JosephForge> ::looks on curiously:: what is that thing?
<Enforcers> <Vial> :: disapears :: <Device> :: size of a bottlecap, has various small blinking lights on it, with a chrome silver exterior ::
<FletchRyder> Hmm. ::not familiar with the surrounding area all that much himself:: Koratown.. now there’s a coincidence.
<LizzieSelkirk> Coincidence? ::uh-oh!:: How?
<AgentManx> You got me… a… hologram projector?  I only thought this stuff existed in science fiction. ::peers at it:: We need to put this in a bag for evidence.
<FletchRyder> ::notes her reaction:: That’s similar to the name of our captain here at the Megakat Bureau of Investigation. His name’s Korat.
<JosephForge> :nods:: yeah. ::glances around for some kind of bag in the room to use.  perhaps a ziploc baggie or something? ::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::blinks:: Wow, that *is* a coincidence. ::tries to shrug it off:: I’m afraid I haven’t heard of him before, but then, I didn’t pay much attention to the town’s history. <Because I haven’t made it up yet.>
<FletchRyder> ((<Joe> Or… <Manx> Or? ::later:: <Lamb> Oh my goodness! ::seeing a “donut” on his desk:: How nice! ::tries to grab it, eat it, cut it with fork and knife, but gets no where. just leaves panting and in a huff:: <Lex and Joe> ::giggling behind desk::))
<Enforcers> <Device> :: beeps momentarily, then begins to glow red as it incinerates in her hand, producing no heat in the process ::
<AgentManx> ::maybe one of the evidence guuys left one? yelps with surprise:: Oh no! Look! ::holding it out in the palm of her hand::
<JosephForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*))
<JosephForge> ::eyes widen:: Crud! no! What happened to it?
<FletchRyder> ::just nods, no history buff himself or geography guru, so probably wouldn’t care that much. sits silently now, just watching her::
<AgentManx> I don’t know… it didn’t burn me but… yet it incinerated.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::resumes eating, though not with as much gusto as before. Finishes her fifth donut before she stops::
<Enforcers> ((<Liz> I… will work… for donuts ))
<AgentManx> ((LOL!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*!))
<AgentManx> ((brb))
<JosephForge> Someone didn’t want us to find it.
<FletchRyder> So, what’s your name? ::seeing that she’s gotten her fill::
<FletchRyder> ((lol))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Okay))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::pauses:: Stormcrow. ::at least had this bit prepared. It was her kittenhood nickname from her mother::
<Enforcers> ((<Liz> :: BELCH!!!! :: <Fletch> Uh… could you spell that? ))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((<Liz> Doe-Smith. Jane Doe-Smith.))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!both))
<AgentManx> ((back!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((welcome back!))
<JosephForge> ((WB!))
<FletchRyder> ((<LS> I hail from Hungary. <Fletch> So I’ve noticed.))
<JosephForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<AgentManx> Indeed. :;closes her hand:: This still needs to be taken back to HQ.  What was in the vial?
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DEAD*))
<AgentManx> ((::dies!::))
<FletchRyder> ((WB!))
<FletchRyder> Stormcrow…? ::waiting for last/first name::
<JosephForge> ::Reads the card off:: Anti-matter extract ::inert. Whatever that means
<AgentManx> ((ty!))
<AgentManx> Anti-matter extract? ::confused look lol::
<AgentManx> Does it say what that is?
<JosephForge> ::looks at card again to see!::
<Enforcers> <Card> :: lots of scientific techno-babble XD ::
<JosephForge> um….yeah..if you can decifer it.  Perhaps we should track down that Professor again.
<AgentManx> ::nods:: You can, let me find something to put the remains of that… hologram thing in.
<Enforcers> <Enforcers> :: begin to re-enter the R&D area :: <Commander Feral> Scour this room. I want to know if ANYTHING looks out of place.
<LizzieSelkirk> ((brb!))
<AgentManx> ::quickly puts hand in pocket hearing them enter. leggos of the dust/remains.::
<AgentManx> ((ok!))
<JosephForge> ::Notes the manx and smirks at her then looks to Feral:: Um, Commander! I think you guys missed something. ::points to where vial was::
<AgentManx> ::steps aside for Feral and the Enforcers to look at it::
<Enforcers> <Commander Feral> :: and his entourage, approach to where Forge and Manx are, notes the missing item :: Sergeant, didn’t your men account for all of these items? <Sergeant> :: there he is :: Yes sir. All of these containers were accounted for.
<JosephForge> Apparently not. We found this spot empty as we did our own search.
<AgentManx> ::nods:: The card is still there though.  Says it was anti-matter extract.
<LizzieSelkirk> ((back!)) ::realizes he won’t settle for just the first name, so adds:: Stormcrow Merle.
<Enforcers> <Commander Feral> :: frowns :: This was accounted for, meaning that it would have had to have disapeared within the past 30 minutes :: glances at the two MBI agents ::
<AgentManx> ((wb!))
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<LizzieSelkirk> ::”Merle” is her middle name, or close to it, so hopes she’ll be able to remember this pseudonym::
<TashaForge> ((mrrr! I hate dialup!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((wb?))
<TashaForge> ((TY!))
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<AgentManx> ::smiles a pretty smile and shrugs:: We were stopped by your men when we tried to follow you sir.
<AgentManx> ((wb!))
<TashaForge> ::nods::  Yeah. Besides, why would we steal it then risk telling you it was missing? perhaps the culprit is still in the building.
<FletchRyder> ::nods at that:: Why the move? Family want to relocate to a bigger city with a bigger library? ::might be joking if he didn’t look so serious::
<AgentManx> ::not wanting to lie… but afraid of getting into trouble for tampering with evidence.  plus… her wanting to prove herself as a capable agent added to Feral trying to move in on an investigation that was originally the MBI’s is making her not wanna share -g-::
<AgentManx> ((Tasha did it! It’s the case of the Switched Forges!))
<TashaForge> ((^Jpe up there!))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<TashaForge> ((^JOE!!))
<Enforcers> <Commander Feral> Sergeant! Search the perimeter. The culprit may still be on site. :: slowly takes his eyes off the two. His expression obviously that of suspicion. <Enforcers> :: begin mulling aroud anew :: <Feral> :: continues on his way ::
<AgentManx> ((XD ::hugs::))
<TashaForge> ((SHUSH ANnu! ::Baps!::))
* TashaForge is now known as JosephForge
<LizzieSelkirk> ::forces a smile:: Something like that. My dad’s a writer, so he wants to live in a place with more “inspiration”.
<JosephForge> ::looks to Manx and makes a motion with his head they should get out of there prolly::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::hopes she’ll be safe with a half-truth. Well, quarter-truth, at least::
<AgentManx> ::notes Joe’s look and motion nods::
<JosephForge> ::starts easing out the door quietly, acting like he’s lookingfor more clues to cover himself as he heads out the door::
<AgentManx> ::strolls after Joe, slumped shoulders as if they are defeated XD::
<Enforcers> ((<Agent Manx> What do you think you’ll find in there, Moldy? <Agent Forge> The truth, Skulky! ))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*))
<JosephForge> ::slinks on out of there as quickly as possible and heads out to the outside::
<JosephForge> ((::DIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ::slightly nods, peering at her glass:: More juice? ::not sure he’s entirely buying this whole story::
<AgentManx> ((::dead!::)
<AgentManx> ::goes along with Joe, makes beeline for his truck::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::shakes head:: No, thank you. I really ought to be on my way. ::getting up:: Thank you for letting me use the restroom, and for the food.
<JosephForge> ::jumps in the truck once outside! starts it up and waits on Lex::
<AgentManx> ::hops in! let’s go! -g- buckles up::
<FletchRyder> Of course, Miss. ::stands as well, starting for the door::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::goes with::
<JosephForge> ::backs out and quietly leaves the premisis::  Nice move back there.
<FletchRyder> ::leads her to front lobby:: There you are. ::nods towards front doors:: And, before you go, I’d like to ask you just one more thing.
<AgentManx> ::sighs with relief:: I’m glad you think so… I hope we won’t get into trouble for that but… we WERE there first. ::hrmphs. folds arms XD::
<JosephForge> Yeah. we’ll tell Captain Korat about this. He can deal with Feral I guess.  I hope…
<LizzieSelkirk> ::halts!:: Um, sure. :;wants to get out of here::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::thinking fast, trying to be ready for whatever he asks::
<AgentManx> ::nods:: I wonder what it is that Feral found which we weren’t allowed to go and see…
<FletchRyder> I don’t suppose you’d know of anyone who’d be interested in a position here, would you? I mean, I know you’re new in town and all, but this agency’s a bit new itself, and we are in need of some custodial and clerical staff still to keep things running efficiently. It doesn’t pay much, but it would be enough to get a kat by on his or her own for a while.
<JosephForge> Dunno. Maybe we can pry it loose from him when we get this evidence taken care of and reports to the Captain.
<AgentManx> Right.  I suppose we should look up information on that anti-matter extract to see if we can find a definition that is in English. ::grins::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::freezes up, was definitely *not* expecting that.:: <Eesh. The best job offer I’m likely to get, and it’s at the one place in the city I can’t be.> . . . I’m afraid I don’t, sir. If I meet anyone, though, I’ll be sure to recommend it.
<FletchRyder> I’d appreciate that. Good day. ::nods to her, before turning on his heel and going back to his desk::
<JosephForge> ::snickers:: yeah. That would help quite a bit.  I wonder if someone would know how to do like an analysis on that stuff left over.
<Enforcers> ((And, with that, I think I’ll be getting to sleep :: yawns :: When’s the next RP?))
<JosephForge> ((tomorrow night I do believe))
<AgentManx> ((tomorrow night, then Tuesday. ))
<AgentManx> ((provided we keep the same days or not.  That poll will determine that))
<JosephForge> ((nights!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::nods back:: Good day to you too. ::heads out, feeling a little sick to her stomach. Continues on up the street, figuring that she might as well go to the library anyway, since she made such a big deal of it.:: <Maybe I can find a clerical job *there*.> ::doubts it, though. Knows she’ll likely be sweeping a store somewhere, at least until she gets some experience::
<AgentManx> ((Night Matt!))
<Enforcers> ((:: nods :: Night then. I’ll see you all later!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Goodnight, Matt!))
<AgentManx> ((laterz!))
<FletchRyder> ((Goodnight!))
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<AgentManx> Maybe though… the Commander made a good point… do we have all of that sophisticated equipment that the Enforcers have?
<LizzieSelkirk> ::hums to herself as she walks, trying to keep up her spirits:: “I *will* get by, I *will* get by, I *will* get bye-ye-ye . . . I will survive.”
<JosephForge> Nope, but we don’t always need “sophisticated” stuff.  There’s other ways of getting things done sometimes.
<AgentManx> ::nods:: If you say so.  ::sighs::  I hope that the Enforcers won’t keep stealing our cases like that.  ::frowns::
<FletchRyder> ::not really sure why he said that to her, especially considering he had no authorization to offer such an employment invitation.::
<JosephForge> I hope not either. We should definitly tell the Captain about that one. Get him to talk with Feral.
<AgentManx> Agreed… though if they will be stepping all over us like that… I can see why my father let me work here.
<JosephForge> YOur father? ::hasn’t put it all together yet. ain’t been here long enough to know all about the Manx family XD::
<FletchRyder> ::goes back to his desk and continues whatever it was he was previously working on::
<FletchRyder> ((And.. I’d best be heading out now.))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Goodnight, Kutlass!))
<AgentManx> ((Night!))
<FletchRyder> ((I’ll catch you cool cats later!))
<AgentManx> Yeah.  He’s all worried that his little girl is going to get hurt.  He’d rather I be a politician like him or a lawyer.  ::smiles at him:: I was in college working on that but it wasn’t how I felt I could help the city best.  I wanted to join the Enforcers but he was all “noooo” but when the MBI was formed and all… ::shrugs::
<AgentManx> ((Laterz bebbe!))
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<AgentManx> ((<LS> Mun, you gonna make me a janitor again? <Mun>::shrugs:: Maybe.  Go clean up my dormroom. <LS> -_-;))
<JosephForge> Ahhh daddy is a big politian huh? ::smirks::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*))
<JosephForge> ((LOL!))
<AgentManx> Yeah… oh ::chuckles:: I forget you’re not from here.  My father’s the mayor of Megakat City.
<JosephForge> ::blinks and looks at her: Oh really?  Didn’t expect that one.  So no following in daddy’s footsteps for you huh?
<AgentManx> No… at least not for a long time.  I’m happy he let me come here, supposedly lesser cases and all so less danger.  ::shrugs::  What about you? Why’d you come to the MBI? ::wasn’t there that day for conference XD::
<AgentManx> (( even if it supposedly has lesser cases^))
<JosephForge> Partly following my sister, and I got rejected from the Enforcers anyway so yeah…MBI was the next step.
<AgentManx> Rejected?  Why on Felinus would they reject you?
<JosephForge> ::smirks:: I was going for an elite group.  SWAT team.  Didn’t make the cut.  Something about me being far sighted didn’t sit well with them when my specialty is marksmanship.
<AgentManx> And you couldn’t go for another position then?
<JosephForge> Well I could have but thats what I wanted to do. Its what I was trained to do.  Sis asked me to apply at the MBI first and see if they needed me, then go back to the Enforcers and work my way through regular stuff.
<AgentManx> ::smiles:: Well I hope all works well for you, Joe.
<JosephForge> ::smiles:: Thanks. You too, Lex.  Good luck with that father of your. Sounds like a stubborn one.
<AgentManx> ::laughs a little:: He can be… but I’m happy with this compromise… so long as the Enforcers don’t keep stepping on our toes all the time.
<JosephForge> yeah. maybe they won’t. ::pulls in at MBI!:: shall we go get these reports done up now? The sooner the better.
<AgentManx> ::nods:: Yes, sounds like a plan. ::gets out and heads inside::