2005-10-28

<JosephForge> ::Bwhahahahaha!::
<JosephForge> ::issa in the gym working out! whoo! in a white tank top and black jogging pants, black tennis shoes. doing some push-ups::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::is, erm, somewhere! Is at a point where she can be almost anywhere, due to a warped form of Roads Theory::
<SypherSK> ((<Sypher> ::comes to the MBI and asks for a job, then basically proceeds to reprise Prot’s old role only without any troll dolls… which, in fact, prove to be the key to his downfall as a villain because he’s scared to death of them:: ))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*))
<JosephForge> ((::DEAD!::))
<TrinaKorat> ((DEAD!))
<TrinaKorat> ((<Sypher> You will bow to me. Ha. Ha. Ha. <Trina> ::brandishes troll doll as a last minute thing… and because she has no other weapon:: <Sypher> ::screams like a little girl, runs::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<Manxes> <Limo>::pulls up outside at the front entrance to the MBI!  the driver of said limo exits the vehicle and opens the door for it’s occupants; Mayor Manx and Lex:: <Manxes>::walk into the lobby of the MBI, Mayor not looking happy at all, and Lex looking a bit sad with slumped shoulders and drooped ears::
* TrinaKorat is now known as MarkSulfur
<MarkSulfur> ::is getting a cup of cafe’::
<JosephForge> <Tasha>::is at her desk if needed::
<SypherSK> ((::SOOOODEAD!::  <Sypher> ::in this version, ends up coerced into being the MBI janitor by force… they’ve positioned troll dolls by all the exits and installed troll versions of Glade plug-ins on all the electrical outlets:: ))
<MarkSulfur> ((:SOOOOODEAD::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*!!!!))
<JosephForge> ((::BURYMENOW!!::))
<Manxes> <Manx>::looks around! anyone at the front desk? no wait, he’s ticked! so he wouldn’t care if there was:: Where’s the Director’s office, Alexandriaaah? <Lex> ::sighs:: This way. ::leads him down the halls towards Mark’s office::
<MarkSulfur> ::is barely sitting down with his coffee at his desk::
<Manxes> ::once they reach there, if the door is shut, Manx curtly knocks on it::
<MarkSulfur> Oh, come on… ::to himself, sets coffee down, goes to open it::
<SypherSK> ((<Mark> ::peeks out the door, sees Manx, groans and pours his coffee out in the trashcan, does *not* want to be awake for this:: ))
<MarkSulfur> ((:DIES!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((lol))
<Manxes> ((LOL!))
<Manxes> <Manx>::stiffens to stand as tall as a short tom such as he can XD:: Sulfaaah! Oi’d like a word with youh.  Now.
<Commander_Feral> :: has since returned to his office, cleaned up, etc. and is in a very foul mood ::
<MarkSulfur> ((<Feral> ::goes beat up his inflatable Steele balloon:: <Steele> SIR?! What did I do?! <Feral> … ::wonders if the balloon came with voice over, shrug, beat: <Steele> :cry::))
<Manxes> ((::dies!!::))
<Commander_Feral> :: is extra unhappy, as he’s learned that the apprehension of Dr. Viper was the result of a bizzare set of events. Will have to question the MBI anew ::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*))
<JosephForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<MarkSulfur> ::stare, tries not to look too tall to the puny o… erm.. that is…:: Mayor Manx? What… brings you here? ::looks to de’ Lexxers::
<Manxes> <Lex> ::looks at Mark all sad and pitiful and EMO WAH will wangst in her LJ later about all of this -g-::
<SypherSK> ((::DIES LJ::))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD, LJ!::))
<MarkSulfur> :::motions them to come in::
<Manxes> <Manx> ::moves past Mark if he can to go into his office:: It concerns the MBI’s latest outing, Sulfaaah.
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*))
<MarkSulfur> The one at Megakat Biochemical? ::just read Jason’s report, has a feeling the day has just started in pure misery::
<Commander_Feral> ((<Manx> I won’t have some undignified fellow such as yourself off galavanting with maaaaaay daugther! <Lex> :: whispers in Manx’s ear :: <Manx> Oh… I’m sorraaaaay. That’s a different matter. I actually came here to congradulate you ))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*))
<MarkSulfur> ((::SOOOOODEAD::))
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD::))
<JosephForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<Manxes> <Manx> The very one… ::huffs, sits down in front of his desk:: <Lex> ::sits down as well. puts hands on lap and crosses one ankle over the other as she’s wearing a skirt ‘n all::
<SypherSK> ((<Furklaw> ::angsts in his LJ because he’s out of donuts::  <Jason> ::angsts in his LJ because he keeps hurting himself::  <Red Shirt> ::tells his sad, sad tale of being the brunt of… well, everything Jason isn’t:: ))
<JosephForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Manxes> ((::DIIIES Sy!::))
<MarkSulfur> ((:DEAD SY!::))
<MarkSulfur> ::arches a brow, sits:: What seems to be the problem, Mayor?
<Manxes> <Manx> Since WHEN is it the MBI’s jurisdiction to get involved in fires and crazed mutant… snake kats?! ::sputters! clearly upset:: Oi didn’t help approve your organization for that.
<MarkSulfur> When it is necessary to help protect the city, your honor.
<Manxes> <Manx> The Enforcars are budgeted for those sorts of crimes, Sulfaaah!  Oi didn’t allow my baby girl to bea in the MBI so shea could be killed by mutant portabella mushrooms.  Feral had everything under control.
<JosephForge> ::finishes with the workout and proceeds to shower and change into uniform. heads to breakroom for some coffee and donuts! ::
<Manxes> <Lex>::blushes now, sinks in chair, not looking at Mark::
<JosephForge> ((::chokes!:: “Portabella mushrooms”))
<MarkSulfur> (::DEAD!!::))
<MarkSulfur> Is this what it’s about, your honor? With all due respect, your daughter was exceptionally helpful in this mission…
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<Manxes> <Manx> That is not the point! Alexandriah will no longar be working here since apparently there was some miscommunicaaation on what the MBI is here for.  Alexandriah. ::nods to her:: <Lex> ::takes up a bag she had been carrying. sets it on his desk. has her uniform, badge and gun in it:: Sorry sir… ::says quietly::
* SypherSK is now known as JakeSK
<MarkSulfur> Are you sure this is what you want to do, Manx? ;:to Lex::
<Commander_Feral> ((<Manx> I thought this was a prep school! <Lex> Daddy, you also thought the pizza delivery kat was the representative from Dirkenkatastan <Manx> Ambassador Dirka always brings pizza to meetings! ))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<JakeSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<JosephForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<MarkSulfur> ((::SOOOOOODEAD!::))
<Manxes> <Lex> ::nods:: Yes sir… ::eyes don’t agree though:: The MBI is a bit more dangerous than I thought and well… I’m not sure if I can handle it really… ::bites bottom lip, looks at her lap now::
<Manxes> ((::DIIIES!::))
<MarkSulfur> ::resists the urge to roll his eyes, knows that’s not her actual reason. Has seen her fight, has seen her handle things under pressure, but just nods. Knows it’ll be a fight he’ll lose:: Very well, then. Your honor, ::to Manx:: if… you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to speak with your daughter alone for a few minutes.
<MarkSulfur> <Chance> ::is cleaning stuff from the T-kat, like left over fungus stuffs::
<JakeSK> ((<Mark> I knew it!  You scoundrel!  ::drags Lex out::  <Lex> ::as she goes::  It’s nothing personal!  He thinks everyone under forty is my boyfriend.  Really!))
<JakeSK> ((Manx even!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*))
<JosephForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<MarkSulfur> ((::SOOOOODEAD!!:))
<JakeSK> ::holding a bucket to catch the slime Chance is throwing out::
<Manxes> <Manx>::stands up, glances at watch:: Verah well then, but make it quick.  OI have a meeting with financial aid at Megakat University to see about re-enrolling Alexandriaaah next semester. ::pats Lex’s shoulder then exits the office:: Oi’ll bea in the car, princess. <Lex> Alright, daddy. <Manx>::shuts door and goes out to the limo to wait::
<MarkSulfur> <Chance> Ugh, gross! Is that mold?!
<Manxes> ((::DEAD!::))
<MarkSulfur> I ask again, is this really what you want to do, Manx?
<JakeSK> I’m trying not to look.  ::shifts to catch Chance’s next toss::  So, any ideas on what was goin’ on back at MegaKat Biochemical?
<MarkSulfur> <Chance> Aside Viper growing his next hygro-mutant Can Can line?
<Manxes> <Lex> … well, yes and no sir.  This sorta job is a bit more dangerous than I thought… ::rubs one of her arms, looks up at him::
<JakeSK> Yeah, like whatever it was that yanked him off the roof.  I don’t think he threw himself.
<MarkSulfur> But…?
<MarkSulfur> <Chance> I dunno. Maybe he thought he could bou – OW!
<Manxes> But I just don’t want him to worry so much and all.  I’m all the family he has now you see and… I really should just finish up my schooling in law.
<MarkSulfur> ::sighs, just nods:: Alright. You still are a good fighter. :smirks: Lt. Korat is still feeling that beating you gave her.
<JakeSK> Chance?  ::looks up, was holding the bucket over his head protectively for fear of Chance’s aim::
<Manxes> <Lex>::smiles a little:: Thank you, sir.  I still plan on doing something for this city.  Guess it’ll have to be in court and in politics instead of phsyically going out there on the streets.
<MarkSulfur> <Chance> ::holding his hand:: Turbokat BIT me! ::not really, but is trying to find whatever it was that bit him::
<JakeSK> Bit you?  ::sets the bucket down and goes to climb up there, the jet doesn’t bit and has no desire to fend off a mutated Chance again::
<JosephForge> ((<Chance> RABIIIIIES! HELP ME! ))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<Manxes> ((::dead!::))
<MarkSulfur> ::smiles, nods:: Well, good luck out there.
<MarkSulfur> <Chance> Somethin’s alive in there.
<Manxes> <Lex>::stands:: You too, sir. ::salutes him then turns to go to the door::
<JakeSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<Manxes> <Lex> Sorry for my father overreacting too… ::opens it and exits Mark’s office then the MBI to head off with Manx::
<JakeSK> Alive?!  ::snags a flashlight from a workbench and clambers up to where Chance is::
<MarkSulfur> Don’t worry. ::as she goes, sighs, rubs at his eyes. Well, that’s ONE negative thing today, goes pour out his cold coffee::
<Commander_Feral> <Chauffeur> :: standing outside of Manx’s Limo ::
<Manxes> <Lex>::hello mr Chauffeur! are you regular chauffer or one who brings death? XDDD smiles politely at him and gets in limo if he’s holding door for her::
<MarkSulfur> <Chance> In there. <Critter> :wiggles around and such::
<Commander_Feral> <Chauffeur> :: opens the door for them to let them enter ::
<JosephForge> ::still inna breakroom. working on his second donut and cup o’ coffee!::
<MarkSulfur> Morning, Forge. :gets a fresh cup::
<JakeSK> ::shines his flashlight in there::
<JosephForge> ::blinks. wasn’t expcting the Director. Drops the donut and stands, saluting him:: Sir!
* Commander_Feral is now known as Chauffeur
<Manxes> ::both get into limo! hoorah!:: <Manx> To Megakat Universitaaay, driver. ::buckles up:: <Lex>::does too!::
<MarkSulfur> ::blinks:: Um… please. Stop that.
<MarkSulfur> Go back to your breakfast and relax, okay?
<JosephForge> Yes, sir. ::Sits and sips his coffee.::
<JakeSK> ((<Sypher’s Roomba> ::escaped the reset, shoots by, scarfing up Joe’s dropped donut::  ))
<Chauffeur> Certainly sir :: gets into the driver’s seat, puts key in ignition and attempts to start the car :: <Limo> :: makes no noise, only a clicking as if the battery died :: <Chauffeur> :: frowns :: Just a moment sir… :: opens door and steps outside for a moment ::
<MarkSulfur> <Critter> ::wiggles!::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!::))
<JosephForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<JakeSK> ::squints at it:: What on earth….?
<Manxes> ((LOL!))
<MarkSulfur> <Chance> What is that thing?
<Manxes> <Manx>::sighs:: Wondarful… ::checks that pocket watch of his again:: <Lex> ::leans against window, looking at the MBI building::
<JakeSK> Beats me.  Pass me something to poke it with.
<MarkSulfur> Really, don’t worry about the formality. We’re not onna mission or anything.
<Manxes> ((<Critter>::turns out to be the Spider King! bwhahahahaha! will claim that Little Old Lady who is always there for his bride this time around.  They will be prepared with glov-a-trixes!::))
<MarkSulfur> ((::SOOOOOOODEAD::))
<JosephForge> umm…okay. ::not used to hearing that from one of his superiors. Used to Mr. Forge! ::
<JosephForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*))
<JosephForge> ((Don’t make me bust out grandma ahead of her time! ::still plotting on that one XD::))
<Manxes> ((::laughs and grins evily:: SPANDEX I say!))
<MarkSulfur> ::sits:: Did any other higher ups show up today?
<MarkSulfur> ((NO SPANDEX! ::scream!::))
<MarkSulfur> <Chance> ::offers him a screwdriver::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*))
<JakeSK> ((::DYING… partly in fear::))
<JakeSK> ::reaches in with the screwdriver and prods the critter::
<JosephForge> ((No..no spandex….HOT PANTS! Bwhahahaha!))
<MarkSulfur> ((::hides behind Kris::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((No . . . LYCRA!))
<JosephForge> Other higher ups? ::lookds at him oddly::
<MarkSulfur> <Critter> ::chomp on screwdriver, try to chew::
<JosephForge> ((EEEEEEEE! Evil LS!))
<Manxes> ((::dies!::))
<JakeSK> ::shakes it::
<MarkSulfur> ((<Jake> Aww, how cute! I’ll name him… Slimer! <Chance> ::smack!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<JosephForge> ((LOL!))
<Chauffeur> <MBI Building Windows> :: cast a reflection of the Limo, nearly mirrored in this bright and shiny day… along with an object rapidly falling from the sky :: <Object> :: impacts the ground about 20 yard in front of the Limo down the street :: <Chauffeur> :: falls down on the ground due to the impact ::
<MarkSulfur> Aside Mayor Manx?
<JakeSK> ((::DEAD::  <Jake> ::pulls it out and pets it as it tries to eat his sleeve::  It’s so cute!  Say hello to Chance, Lil Guy!  <Critter> ::snaps at Chance::  <Chance>….. ))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((lol))
<JosephForge> Mayor Manx was here? I was in the gym all morning so I didn’t realize he had come by
<JosephForge> ((LOL!))
<Manxes> ::both yelp at that as limo is shook!:: <Manx> What was that?! ::skert!:: <Lex>::blinks, unbuckles belt and exits limo:: Are you alright, Mr. Driver sir? ::walks along the side of limo looking ahead to see what in the world that was::
<MarkSulfur> ANd, Manx herself quit.
<Chauffeur> :: gets back up, dusts himself off :: Uh yes, fine actually. What in the world was that?
<MarkSulfur> ((DEAD, Kris!))
<JosephForge> ::blinks:: Manx quit? Why?
<JosephForge> She was a good agent.
<MarkSulfur> <Critter> ::chompchomp!::
<MarkSulfur> “too dangerous”
<JosephForge> Too dangerous? Thought that came with the job. ::Smirks::
<JakeSK> ((<Joe> Manx quit?  I didn’t know the Mayor worked here!  <Jason> I said *her*.  Her!  <Joe> The Mayor is really a her?!  <Jason> ::palmface:: ))
<MarkSulfur> Well, you know Manx.
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEEEEEEEAD!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<MarkSulfur> ((<Joe> AH! And, you’re not really Mark! You’re really Jason!))
<JosephForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<JakeSK> ((Der…  Force of habit.))
<MarkSulfur> ((XD!))
<JosephForge> Her father?  Not really, sir.  All I know is he’s our mayor.
<MarkSulfur> ((It’s that stupid clock again!))
<JosephForge> ((AUUUUUUUUUGH! NOT THE CLOCK!!!!))
<JakeSK> ((The clock made me think Mark was Jase?  Whoa.))
<Manxes> <Manx> Nowh Alexandria… ::rolls window down:: bea careful! <Lex> I’m fine… ::approaches the place where whatever hit, uh welll hit! XD::
<JosephForge> ((Meowmeowmeowmeow…..))
<Manxes> ((::dies:: y’all are confusing me XD))
<JosephForge> ((its a dang clock we saw on TV while I was up there. It chimes the Meow Mix song X_X))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Join the club, Annu))
<MarkSulfur> ((AUGH!))
<JakeSK> ::tries and shake it off his screwdriver::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((. . . That’s just *wrong*.))
<Manxes> ((oh yeah! I’ve seen those commercials XD that thing’d get annoying after awhile XD))
<MarkSulfur> <Chance> What is it?
<JakeSK> I don’t know!  It’s biting the screwdriver.
<JosephForge> ((a while? I was annoying in the first minute I saw it!))
<Chauffeur> <Small Crater> :: in the street, with what looks like the remains of a circular object, a wheel, with torn shreds of rubber. The wheel is fairly large, the diameter almost as tall as a kat ::
<MarkSulfur> ((I wanna put an axe throught the TV))
<Manxes> <Lex>::eyes widen seeing that:: It’s… a wheel… from an aircraft perhaps? ::looks up in the sky::
<JosephForge> ((<Lex> Oh wait..and there’s the aircraft…whu oh….hope Feral ain’t in his office…))
<MarkSulfur> Well, he’s not too… bright, either.
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<MarkSulfur> <Critter> ::leaps out to the floor, tries to get away::
<JakeSK> ((<Rest of Plane> ::crash lands on the MBI::  <Manx> I told youh it was dangerous, Alexandriaaah!  ))
<JosephForge> Oh? Hmm…I would have figured that he would be smart what with being mayor and all.
<JakeSK> Wha’…?!  ::leaping back and nearly toppling off the jet:: Chance, get it!
<MarkSulfur> ((::SOOOOOODEAD!!:: <Sage> MATT! YOU HAD IT ALL PLANNED, DIDN’T YOU?! <Matt> I had to christen the new RPG somehow… ))
<MarkSulfur> <Chance> ::goes after it, grabs a test tube from Jake’s table and traps it::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*))
<Manxes> ((::DEEEAD::))
<JosephForge> ((::DEAD!::))
<JakeSK> ((::DEAD::))
<Chauffeur> <Sky> :: is vacant of airplanes, with a few clouds in the mostly blue (or is it green) sky ::
<Chauffeur> :: scratches head :: There’s something you don’t see everday. Just glad we weren’t at that spot when it landed :: as he heads back to the Limo and opens the hood ::
<MarkSulfur> ::Snorks: I still wonder how he got voted back in.
<JakeSK> ::hops down by him::
<JosephForge> ::snickers:: They have their ways I suppose.
<MarkSulfur> Yeah, I guess.
<MarkSulfur> ((BRB!))
<Manxes> <Lex> I better go and alert the MBI, daddy!  <Manx> Nowh wait a minute! ::unbuckles seat belt, and gets out, shouts at driver:: Get this limo working, drivaaah! <Lex>::hurries down halls, no Mark in office… tries the breakroom since folks seem to gather there:: Director sir! There’s something outside you need to check on… looks like an airplane’s wheel has landed in the middle of the street.  Could be trouble…
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Okay))
<Manxes> ((gah okay XD))
<JosephForge> ::blinks at Manx:: hmmm? An airplane wheel?
<JakeSK> ((<Mark> ::his day is just getting worse, leans back and closes his eyes, plays dead as Lex delivers her message:: ))
<JosephForge> ((LOL!))
<Manxes> ((LOL!!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<Manxes> <Lex>::nods:: Yes! Just outside, right in front of our vehicle!
<Chauffeur> :: scratches head :: That’s strange :: as he finds nothing out of place. Gets back in the car and turns key in the ignition again :: <Limo> :: starts up just fine ::
<Manxes> <Manx>::YEY! now stands next to limo with door open, waiting impatiently for his daughter to return::
<MarkSulfur> ((Back))
<Manxes> ((WB!))
<JosephForge> ((WB!))
<JosephForge> ::looks at Mark then gets up and heads outside quickly to see whats going on::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((brb!))
<Manxes> <Lex>::heads outside to show Joe ‘n Mark what she’s talkin’ bout Willis::
<MarkSulfur> ::frowns, goes after::
<MarkSulfur> So now what? Flushing it sounds tempting.
<MarkSulfur> ((Chance))
<JakeSK> But, what is it?
<Chauffeur> ((<Jake> That’s your solution to everything ))
<JakeSK> ((<Lex> WHAT?!  It could be important!  You can’t just flush it!  …. Besides, it’s too big to get in the toilet.))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD::))
<MarkSulfur> You think I know? I just wanna squish it. ::goes get bandage::
<MarkSulfur> ((CHANCE))
<MarkSulfur> ((Oy))
<JakeSK> And, we should have that bite checked…
<MarkSulfur> What… is that thing? ::looking at it::
<JosephForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Manxes> <Lex>::is that Mark or someone else asking “waht is that thing?” XD::
<JosephForge> ::looking it over as well.:: I have no clue…
<MarkSulfur> <Chance> Alright. ::doesn’t protest, doesn’t want to change:: Good. I don’t want to eat flies again.
<MarkSulfur> When did this happen? ::to Lex::
<Manxes> <Lex> It looks like a wheel to an airplane, sir… ::and no you can’t flush it down the toilet XD a miiiiiiight too big:: <Manx> Oi don’t know but you can handle it, Sulfaaaah.  In the car, Alexandriah.  We’re late! <Lex> ::mrrrs a moment the sighs:: Just a few minutes ago… we were about to drive off but the engine stalled and then… that hit.
<MarkSulfur> Least no one was hurt. ::ignoring Manx. XD::
<JosephForge> hmm….thats odd.  ::is that thing hot or can he poke at it?::
<JakeSK> ((<Mark> Oh, here at the MBI, we like a challenge.  ::drags wheel for the bathroom::))
<JosephForge> ((::DEAD!::))
<Chauffeur> :: perplexed by the event, but disregards it. Just assumes his guardian angel is looking out for him. Ready to drive off once the Mayor says “Back to citaaaaaay Hall, Drivah!” ::
<JosephForge> ((<Mark>::grins:: Oh you think its too big? You ain’t seen the toilet we confiscated from Dark Kat yet.))
<Manxes> ((::DIIIES ew::))
<JakeSK> ::makes sure the critter is secured and then goes to drag Chance to… gee, I dunno… is accidental mutation common in MKC you can go to the emergency room for it?::
<JakeSK> ((::dEADDEAD!::))
<Chauffeur> ((<Mark> Yes, I heard about his diabolical plot to litterally “Flush the World.” <Manx> Uh, no, that’s actually quite false. There was no evil plot behind the toilets construction. It was more of a… neccesity… ))
<JosephForge> ((:DEAD!::))
<MarkSulfur> <Chance> Jake, if that thing escapes….
<MarkSulfur> ((DEAD!))
<Chauffeur> <SK Klaxon> :: goes WARK WARK abruptly ::
<JakeSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<MarkSulfur> <Chance> Oh for the love of…
<Chauffeur> <Wheel> :: is just sitting there ::
<JakeSK> ::runs for the speaker and punches the button::
<JosephForge> ::pokes at it then! cautiously though::
<Manxes> <Manx> Alexandriah. ::stern pappa tone!:: <Lex> ::heads back towards limo now:: <Manx> ::gets in car finally. shuts door, buckles up:: <Lex>::sticks head in window:: We’re too late to go… so how about I just head home later and you reschedule? <Manx> No, we can still make it.  <Lex> If we skip this… you can get to the course earlier like you said you wanted… <Manx> … Oi’ll reschedule. YOUH get home before Oi do. <Lex> Of course! ::smilesmile!:: <Manx> Drivah, off to Citaaay hall!
<Chauffeur> <Speaker> :: no verbal response. Only static. ::
<JakeSK> ((<Callie> SWAT Kats!  Aliens are scattering trash all over MegaKat City from space!))
<Manxes> ((where’d that cut?))
<Chauffeur> <Lex> Of course
<MarkSulfur> ((DIES))
<Chauffeur> ((er, yeah, that ))
<JosephForge> ((::DIES!::))
<MarkSulfur> OKay… so we can assume this is not from an airplane of some sort.
<MarkSulfur> <Chance> Miss Briggs?
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Back! ::dies belatedly at it all:: ))
<Manxes> <Lex> Of course! ::smilesmile!:: <Manx> Drivah, off to Citaaay hall!
<Chauffeur> <Wheel> :: has something engraved near the rim of it ::
<Manxes> <Manx> OI need me clubs from my offace.
<Chauffeur> :: drives the Limo away to City Hall ::
<MarkSulfur> ::kneels down, reads::
<Chauffeur> <Speaker> :: still no response. GPS signal is broadcasting though ::
<JakeSK> ::frowns:: Sounds like real trouble, bud.
<JosephForge> ((<Wheel>”he who poketh this wheel unleashes the fury of Katrina” <Mark> …..::backs away from Joe slowly:: Nice knowing you! ::runs!::))
* Manxes is now known as LexManx
<LexManx> ::goes back over to Mark ‘n Joe! XD::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dead*))
<LexManx> ((::DIIIES::))
<JakeSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!!::))
<MarkSulfur> <Chance> Then let’s suit up.
<Chauffeur> <Engraving> :: reads as “Megakat Aeuronautical – Katco Rim – Size FAA – Model 3434554″ ::
<JakeSK> ::nods, hurries for his locker::
<MarkSulfur> ((<Joe> Fury… Katrina…? <Trina> ::comes barreling out:: YOU ATE MY DONUT! ::attack!:: <Joe> ::Scream!:: MOMMY!))
<LexManx> So… is it a airplane wheel after all, sir?
<LizzieSelkirk> ((lol))
<LexManx> ((LOL!!))
<MarkSulfur> ::frowns: From MASA?
<JosephForge> ((::DEAD!::))
<JakeSK> ((::DIIIIIIES::))
<Chauffeur> <MBI Phone> :: rings ::
<JosephForge> What would a wheel from MASA be doing here? ::looks up and hopes the rest of this aircraft doesn’t come down too::
<MarkSulfur> I don’t know. ::looks up, scritches his head::
<LexManx> ::ears perk:: I think the phone’s ringing inside, sir.
<JakeSK> ((<Raccoon> ::chitter, answers phone, listens, chitters in all the right places::  <Caller> That’s a very strange accent you have…  <Raccoon> ::chitterchitter::  <Caller> I’ve never been there.  What’s it like?))
<JosephForge> ::looks at Mark:: want me to go take that or you gonna do it?
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!::)
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*!))
<JosephForge> ((::DEAD!::))
<MarkSulfur> ::sighs:: I’ll go. ::rushes inside to get the phone::
<LexManx> ((::DIIES::))
<Chauffeur> <Caller> This is John Stevenson at Megakat Airport. One of our inbound passenger jets, flight 768, had a malfunctioning landing gear issue, and as a result it lost a wheel over an area of the city roughly near your facility.
<JosephForge> ::nods and stays with the wheel.  looking it over still. not every day you see an airplane wheel::
* Kutlass has joined #mbi_sk
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Lo!))
<MarkSulfur> That thing coulda killed us!
<JakeSK> ((Hey!))
<MarkSulfur> ((Kutlerz!))
<LexManx> ((Hey Kutlass!))
* LexManx sets mode: +o Kutlass
<Kutlass> ((Ah.. so this is where everyone’s hiding. Heys, all!))
<LexManx> ::kneels down to look at the wheel. that WAS a close call O_o;::
<JosephForge> ((heys!))
<MarkSulfur> <Chance> :goes change!::
<Chauffeur> <Caller> We’re quite aware of the lethal potential this situation had, sir. We’ve already launched an investigation in regards to this. Luckily, the flight and all of its passengers are unharmed and they managed to land safetly. We hope that no one was in fact hurt by this falling object?
<MarkSulfur> No… by two or three feet. May I ask what happened?!
<MarkSulfur> And, why you didn’t check all this beforehand?
<Chauffeur> <Caller> :: obvious sigh of relief :: We don’t know for sure, but typically in situations like this it’s usually the result of mechanical failure. We will find out who or what was responsible and make certain that this never happens again.
<MarkSulfur> Be sure of that. Will you come and claim this wheel?
<Chauffeur> <Caller> An FAA team is already on its way.
<MarkSulfur> Very well.
<JosephForge> ::Still with the big wheel! it be’s interesting::
<LexManx> ::yes verah! issa quiet, like Joe now. -g- isn’t as good of a lamppost as he is tho as she’s usually very talkative::
<Chauffeur> <SK Communication Channel> :: reveals the source of the call comming from a location atop the Museum of History ::
<Chauffeur> <Caller> Once again, please accept my personal appologies. Please keep in mind that this is a highly unusual circumstance.
<JosephForge> ::bwhahahahaha! No one can Lamppost as good as me XD::
<JakeSK> ::so, hops in the jet with Chance and they head that way?::
<MarkSulfur> <No duh.> Very well.
<Kutlass> ((Well, being as late as I am and as lost as I am, I think I’d best bow out for the night. :) I’m sorry about being so scarce lately.))
<MarkSulfur> <Chance> ::yes, they do;:
<LizzieSelkirk> ((It’s okay, Kutlie. Nights!))
<LexManx> ((Night bebbe!))
<JosephForge> ((Nights! Its okay! ::huggles::))
<MarkSulfur> ((S’okie! :D Just letting you know Ace is now a back up channel in case we can’t get into this one))
<MarkSulfur> ((And, nights! ::hugs!::))
<Kutlass> ((Goodnight, everyone!))
* Kutlass has quit IRC (Quit: )
<LexManx> I wonder who that is on the phone… ::says finally as she stands, looks at Joe::
<Chauffeur> <Megakat Museum of History> :: is seemingly devoid of any apparent emergency, but the signal still shows as coming from the roof ::
<JakeSK> ::looks down as they arrive and circle the museum::
<JosephForge> No clue. Taking the director a bit though.
<MarkSulfur> <T-Bone> ::frowns:: There?
<MarkSulfur> ::comes back out, rubbing his head;:
* JakeSK is now known as RazorSK
<RazorSK> That’s where the signal’s coming from.
<MarkSulfur> <T-Bone> Setting her down.
<JosephForge> Who was it? If you don’t mind me asking, sir.
<LexManx> ::looks to Mark curiously as well::
<MarkSulfur> Megakat Airport. This thing came from an aircraft.
<Chauffeur> <Signal> :: once they land, the signal is no doubt traceable via a glovatrix ::
<JosephForge> Okay….so now we got planes that the wheels just fall off?
<RazorSK> ::frown deepens as he sees no one on the roof, punches up his glovatrix display::  We’d better head inside.
<MarkSulfur> So Y2K showed up five years late. ::shrugs::
<MarkSulfur> <T-Bone> Roger that. ::hops off T-Kat::
<LexManx> Is this the only incident today?
<MarkSulfur> I sure hope so.
<LexManx> And what of the rest of the plane?
<Chauffeur> <Signal> :: reads relatively close, within 25 feet :: <Air Conditioning Units> :: spread out across the roof, along with other various roof-related items ::
<RazorSK> ::hops out as well and looks around::  This is weird…
<Chauffeur> <Sky-Light> :: seperates the two major sections of the roof, casting the area in a bright hue ::
<MarkSulfur> THey said it landed.
<MarkSulfur> <T-Bone> ::frowns, looks around::
<JosephForge> well at least thats a good thing.  I sure ain’t flying for a while though.
<RazorSK> ::cautiously moves toward the signal source::
<Chauffeur> <Signal> :: reads as being closer when Razor walks in the direction of a particular air-conditioner ::
<LexManx> … I worry about driving.  If the limo hadn’t stalled…
<RazorSK> T-Bone, over here.  ::heads towards the air conditioner slowly::
<JosephForge> Be thanking your lucky stars it did.
<MarkSulfur> <T-Bone> ::goes after him::
<MarkSulfur> Well, this was unusual.
<JosephForge> Indeed it was.
<Chauffeur> <Air-Conditioner> :: is seemingly just another air-conditioner, like others on the roof :: <Sky-Light> :: the hue it generates causes shadows to be cast by all of the units… except the one that Razor is approaching ::
<LexManx> I know. ::looks at the two… maw gonna miss alla youse guys! ;_;:: Well… I suppose I should get going since nothing major is going on anywhere.
<RazorSK> ::hasn’t consciously noticed the strange light effects just yet, but feels like something is “off” about the one he’s approaching, just hasn’t put his finger on it yet, distracted by thoughts of the weirdness from the other day::
<JosephForge> ALright. ::small smile:: Take it easy, Manx.
<Chauffeur> <Air-Conditioner> :: is approached ::
<MarkSulfur> If you ever change your mind…
<LexManx> You too, Joseph.  ::smiles at Mark:: I’ll be sure to send an application personally if I do, Sir.
<RazorSK> ::moves to look behind it::
<JosephForge> ::gives small wave and returns to looking at the wheel::
<Chauffeur> <Air-Conditioner> :: noting behind it, not even a shadow. Is not making noise like the other ones ::
<MarkSulfur> ((::Swears if she sees another vampire movie she’s putting garlic around the TV::))
<MarkSulfur> ::smiles, nods::
<MarkSulfur> <T-Bone> I don’t like any of this.
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Blargh! ::hates vampires, thinks they’re overrated::))
<LexManx> ::waves at the two, turns and starts walking down sidewalk some, hails a cab. and if a wing or something falls in front of her this time, she’s going to have issues with the airport XD. gets in when cab arrives and is driven off::
<Chauffeur> ((<Vampires> :: have become the cliche villains, along with Nazis, zombies, Zombie-Nazis, and Zombie-Nazi-Vampires ::))
<MarkSulfur> ((::snorts::))
<JosephForge> ((lol! there’s a documentary on A&E on them.  ::has A&E on for noise in the background. they be’s talking about the book Dracula though::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((My thoughts exactly, Matt. And don’t get me started on the whole subculture-thing XP))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Ahhh.))
<LexManx> ((LOL!! XD I hate ZOmbie movies myself. it’s the same dang thing over and over again.))
<JosephForge> ((::can handle talk of book but they start in on the culture stuff and the channel is changed! bleh..those people be weird::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((“Weird” is a painful understatement.))
<LexManx> ((LOL indeed. X_x))
<RazorSK> ((::shivers, generally distrubed by vampires of any sort and somewhat less by zombies::))
<RazorSK> ((disturbed even))
<MarkSulfur> ((Even zombie chickens? XD))
<RazorSK> ::frowns, looks at the air conditioner more closely::
<MarkSulfur> <T-Bone> If something jumps out and attaches itself to your face…
<RazorSK> ((No, they don’t count.  They just amuse me.  Or well… they *would* have amused me if they’d appeared.))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((::is not so much disturbed as just *bored* of them. Never found them interesting to begin with, and has had them shoved down the throat *thankyouverymuchAnneRiceXP*::))
<MarkSulfur> ((::dies::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL!))
* LexManx is now known as Hans_Lynx
<Chauffeur> <Air-Conditioner> :: nothing visibly remarkable about it upon closer examination ::
<RazorSK> ::checks his glovatrix again::
<Chauffeur> <Display> :: shows the signal directly in front of him, where the air conditioner is ::
<RazorSK> ::scowls:: Something weird is going on again.  ::looks for an access panel on the air conditioner::
<Hans_Lynx> ::tom of average height with beige fur and slightly darker hair that’s a bit messy but not overly so walking down the sidewalk towards Mark and Joe and wheel XD whistling he is, wearing pair of black slacks, black shoes and a dark red long sleeved shirt with the sleeves slightly pushed up on his arms. hands in pockets. rolex on wrist.::
<Chauffeur> <Air Conditioner> :: has an access panel on the side ::
<MarkSulfur> <T-Bone> What doesn’t go weird in this city?
<JosephForge> ::notes the guy but not paying much attention. waiting on FAA to get there and get the thing so he can go back to his donut XD::
<MarkSulfur> So I guess we wait for FEMA to up.
<RazorSK> Especially weird then.  ::moves to take off the access panel::
<MarkSulfur> ::*FAA*, not *FEMA*.::
<MarkSulfur> <T_Bone> ::looks behind them::
<Hans_Lynx> ::when nears Joe and Mark, clears throat and smiles:: Excuse me gentlemen, ::says to them both, stopping a few feet short:: could you please tell me where I might find the Megakat Bureau of Investigation?
<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIES:: FEMA needs help too XD))
<JosephForge> ((<Joe> If we’re waiting on FEMA, they’ll NEVER show up!))
<Chauffeur> <Air-Conditioner> :: upon touch, does not stop Razor’s hand from going through it, as if it were intangible ::
<Hans_Lynx> ((::busts up::))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD))
<RazorSK> Wha’….?! ::jerks his hand back::
<MarkSulfur> ::blinks:: Um.. this is it, sir.
<MarkSulfur> <T-Bone> Razor?
<Hans_Lynx> It is? ::looks at building with a bit of disappointment:: Somehow I pictured it bigger.
<Chauffeur> <Air-Conditioner> :: flickers for that moment Razor retracts his hand as if it’s an image on television that just got hit wit interference ::
<Chauffeur> ((<Mark> We have a very large basement ))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*))
<MarkSulfur> ((:DIES!:))
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))
<MarkSulfur> ((CK, we gotta do something scary with that basement on Halloween. XD))
<JosephForge> ((BWHAHAHAHAHAHA! I got some ideas from Annu’s basement. ::tis scary down there!  lol! not really but anyway…::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((<Spider Colonists> ::are willing to give aid if needed::))
<Chauffeur> ((<Forge> Ugh, this isn’t what I meant… <Trina> Someone’s gotta fix this plumbing problem… ))
<JosephForge> ((Definitly need to do a halloween plot on Sunday night for kicks XD))
<RazorSK> This isn’t an air conditioner… ::sticks his hand back in it::
<MarkSulfur> ((Yes, we should!))
<MarkSulfur> <T-Bone> huh?!
<JosephForge> ::smirks:: We work with what we got.
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Ooh, yeah.))
<Hans_Lynx> ((Yey! Halloweenies!))
<RazorSK> Look!
<MarkSulfur> <T0Bone> Wha…?
<Chauffeur> <Air-Conditioner> :: flickers again as Razor’s hand passes through it. Something is inside ::
<RazorSK> See?
<MarkSulfur> <T-Bone> ::eyes narrow:: Razor, I don’t think…
<Hans_Lynx> Is there enough room on the roster for one more you think? ::looks at Joe, not sure if Mark is Meg or not.  thinks he’s bystandar if he’s in civvies like last time and staring at that wheel in the street XD::
<Chauffeur> ((<Razor> :: takes his hand back out, waving a nub :: See, everything is just fine <T-Bone> :: face goes white :: ))
<MarkSulfur> ::yes, is in civvies.XD::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<MarkSulfur> (((::DEAD!:))
<Hans_Lynx> Doesn’t seem like you’ll need a pilot soon if that’s all the funding you’ve gotten for a jet. ::motions to wheel::
<Hans_Lynx> But I think I can work on the field fine enough.
<RazorSK> ((<T-Bone> ::faints dead away::  <Razor> ::pulls fake stump out of his sleeve::  Wonder how long before he remembers it’s Halloween…))
<Chauffeur> ((<Mark> You should see the other pieces we’ve collected already ))
<MarkSulfur> ::Arches a brow:: Do you have any credentials?
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies::))
<JosephForge> ::snickers:: well this isn’t ours. Kinda..fell off a plane. And you gotta talk to the director here about a place on the roster ::motions to Mark::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*diesboth*))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEDA!!::))
<JosephForge> ((::DEAD!::))
<RazorSK> ((::snorks! pieces::))
<RazorSK> ::pulls his hand back out::  I think it’s some kind of hologram.
<MarkSulfur> <T-Bone> And, it was signaling us,…why?
<RazorSK> I don’t know…  It could be a trap of some kind….
<Hans_Lynx> Ah yes, a few actually.  I didn’t bring a resume with me however, I’d hoped I would just fill out the standard application. ::quirks brow at Mark:: Director? Ah well a pleasure to meet you sir. ::offers hand to Mark and Joe as well::
<Chauffeur> <Signal> :: still eminating from something inside of the hologram ::
<Hans_Lynx> ((<T-Bone>::sniffs air:: Oh no… I smell… purfume… <Razor> … a trap?! <T-Bone> ::hears the thundering of a hundred footsteps!:: SUE STAMPEDE! RUUUUN! ))
<RazorSK> ((<Razor> Gimme the screwdriver again. ::is really getting tired of poking unknown, potentially dangerous objects today.))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*!))
<JosephForge> ((::SOOOODEAD!::))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!!::))
<RazorSK> ((::DIIIIIES::))
<MarkSulfur> >T-Bone> Yeah. This is where we STEP AWAY.
<MarkSulfur> Well, let’s see what we can do. :shakes his hand::
<RazorSK> WEll, we can’t just leave it.
<JosephForge> ::shakes his hand when Mark is done. smirks. won’t warn him at all XD::
<Hans_Lynx> I’d appreciate it. ::leggos of Joe’s hand then:: Name’s Lynx by the way.  Hans Lynx.
<MarkSulfur> <T-Bone> We can if its’ not a threat.
<Chauffeur> <Signal> :: still coming from inside the hologram ::
<RazorSK> It’s using our frequency.  I doubt it’s a weird coincidence.
<MarkSulfur> <T-Bone> ::rolls his eyes, pokes at it now:: Hellooooo? Anybody here?
<JosephForge> Joseph Forge. ::nods to him slightly::
<MarkSulfur> Markus Sulfur.
<Chauffeur> <Air-Conditioner> :: upon poke, might feel a familiar texture not unlike the synthetic materials used in backpacks and duffel bags ::
<MarkSulfur> <T-Bone> ::keeps poking::
<Hans_Lynx> Well, Director Sulfur, Agent Forge, may I fill out an application today? ::smiles::
<Chauffeur> <Air-Conditioner> :: a strap might be felt, attached to the rest of the object which might be one of said objects XD ::
<MarkSulfur> <T-Bone> ::frowns once again, goes to pull it out::
<RazorSK> ::watches, looking around occassionally::
<JosephForge> :glances at Mark:: want me to stay here with this thing while you take care of it?
<Chauffeur> <Duffel Bag> :: is pulled out :: <Air-Conditioner> :: flickers until it disapears, revealing a small bottle-cap sized device that it’s been eminating from ::
<MarkSulfur> Actually, I prefer if you go with him while I yell at the FAA. ::that, and my mun is down to handling one chara tonight::
<RazorSK> Huh….  ::leans over to peer at it::
<MarkSulfur> <T-Bone> Um…
<JosephForge> Yes, sir.  ::smirks at Hans:: right this way. ::heads inside!::
<Chauffeur> <Device> :: is chrome colored, with various small blinking lights on it ::
* MarkSulfur is now known as T-BoneSK
<Chauffeur> <Duffel Bag> :: is an average duffel bag, no logos or marks on it. One of those cheapos you get at discount stores ::
<T-BoneSK> Okay. We ruled out weird creature. If this is a bomb, I’ll be ticked.
<Chauffeur> <Duffel Bag> :: also has a little bit of weight to it, as if several items are within ::
<RazorSK> You and me both.
<T-BoneSK> Okay. ::slowly starts to open it::
<RazorSK> ::waits, tense::
<Hans_Lynx> ::goes inside with teh Joe!:: So, what is with that wheel anyway?
<Hans_Lynx> ::puts hands in pockets again::
<Chauffeur> <Duffel Bag> :: is opened without incident. Inside is a large cylindrical container with a serial number engraved along with the logo of Puma-Dyne, a bunsen beaker with a serial number and the Megakat Biochemcial logo, an envelope and most odd of all, Callie’s SWAT Kat Communicator which appears to be heavily beaten up, dirtied and generally not new ::
<Chauffeur> <Communicator> :: is the source of the signal ::
<JosephForge> Fell off a plane aparently.  Nearly hit the Mayor’s limo.  From what I understand it almost took out their driver as well.  They said that the plane landed safely though.
<RazorSK> What….?!  ::staring in surprise::
<T-BoneSK> What in… ?! ::takes up communicator:: Callie…
<Chauffeur> <Bunsen Beaker> :: also, is not empty. Has an oddly colored liquid contained within it ::
<Hans_Lynx> ::slight frown:: Ah a bit shy of taking out the mayor hmm? At least the plane landed alright.
<JosephForge> I know.  ::heads to front desk once inside and digs in it a bit. finds an application:: You want to fill it out here or take it home?
<T-BoneSK> What is this…?
<RazorSK> I don’ know, buddy…. but I don’t like it.
<Hans_Lynx> I can do it here, if you don’t mind.  There any place to sit and fill it out? Table and chair?
<T-BoneSK> We need to find Callie.
<Chauffeur> <Envelope> :: is also there, unmarked. It is closed, but it has not been sealed. The closing end has been tucked inside and not licked ::
<JosephForge> You can use my desk or take you to the breakroom. whichever you like.
<RazorSK> What’s this?  ::pulls out the envelope and opens it:
<Chauffeur> <Letter> :: inside, has only two words, written in courier and all-caps :: “HIDE THESE”
<RazorSK> What?!
<T-BoneSK> What is it?
<RazorSK> It says, “Hide these”.
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Letter> Dear SWAT Kats.  We have your Callie and therefore Jake-chan is free to date without her in the way! Please choose one of the tuxes from inside the other bag and arrive at the Justice of the Peace in one hour for marriage! One of us Sues will be your new bride! Tee he, tee hee. hee hee hee. Signed Sues R Us”))
<T-BoneSK> ((:::DEADDEAD!!::))
<JosephForge> ((::SOOOOODEAD!::))
<Hans_Lynx> The breakroom will suffice.  I won’t invade your personal space, Agent Forge.
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIIIIIIIIIIES*))
<RazorSK> ((::DIIIIIIIES::  <T-Bone> ::pats Razor::  With any luck, they’ll all kill each other off, trying to be the one to marry you.))
<T-BoneSK> ((<Chance> They… do realize that Callie’s technically mine in this universe, right? <Jake> SHUTTUP! THEY’LL KNOW!))
<T-BoneSK> ((::DIIIIIIES!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dead*))
<T-BoneSK> That doesn’t make any sense!
<JosephForge> Alright. ::grabs him a pen and heads to the breakroom:: Can I get you anything? Coffee? Water? milke? Donut?
<RazorSK> I know.  ::ponders, really doesn’t think they should keep this stuff… returning it could be tricky… and potentially more risky than keeping it, debates::
<Hans_Lynx> ::smirks:: Free donut with every application?  Not much of a sales pitch. No thank you on all options.
<Chauffeur> <Device> :: the bottle-cap sized device on the rooftop that hte hologram came from, begins to glow red and then turns black. The mild breeze sends its ashen remains into the air. ::
<T-BoneSK> What in…? ::at device;; Did that thing disentegrate?
<JosephForge> ::chuckles. takes him into breakroom and motions to a seat::  Its about all we got around here.  ::goes to get fresh cup of coffee for himself::
<Hans_Lynx> ::takes a seat and when given pen and application, begins filling it out::
<Chauffeur> <FAA> :: meanwhile, arrives on the scene to attend to the wheel-incident on the street ::
<JosephForge> ::Sit down nearby and waits. sipping his coffee.::
<RazorSK> Yeah… Just like whatever yanked Viper off the roof.
<Hans_Lynx> ::d00t d00t d00t! after a few minutes he finishes. looks it over twice then smiles satisfactory.:: Here we are. ::slides the app and pen across table to Joe::
<T-BoneSK> You think they’re connected?
<JosephForge> ::takes:: Thank you. I’ll make sure the director gets this.
<RazorSK> Possibly.
* Chauffeur is now known as Callie_Briggs
<Hans_Lynx> ::stands up now and smiles:: Thank you, I appreciate it.  ::glances ’round:: Exactly how many agents are there seriously, Forge? It is awful quiet around here.
<T-BoneSK> So who do we go to about this?
<Callie_Briggs> :: down in the Museum parking lot, pulls up in her Sedan ::
<JosephForge> There’s not many of us here.  I think around ::names off some number. mun not sure. its really low though XD::
<Hans_Lynx> Ah… suppose I should have expected as much as this is a fledgling organization.
<RazorSK> I’m not sure.
<JosephForge> Yeah well..we’re growing.  Every person helps. ::smiles a bit::
<Callie_Briggs> :: begins walking up towards the entrance. Is the only one down there, and all the more noticeable with her pink attire ::
<T-BoneSK> Just great. ::beat, looks down:: Callie!
<JosephForge> ((AUGHHHH! THE PINK! ::issa blinded!::))
<Callie_Briggs> ((<Razor> :: eyes light on fire :: Ahhhhhh! <T-Bone> :: looks, sees the sun refracting off Callie’s glasses, focussing a deadly laser beam that’s unfortunately gone itno Razor’s eyes :: Oh, there’s Callie! ))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*))
<Hans_Lynx> ::nods:: Well then, when I am approved ::confident of himself:: then I will add one more.  Again nice to meet you, Forge.  I will be seeing you soon.
<JosephForge> ((::DEAD!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIES!::))
<JosephForge> ::nods:: Look forward to it, Mr. Lynx.  ::will escort him to the door unless his mun wants him to do more.  can always show him around the place or something::
<Callie_Briggs> :: pauses, here’s someone shouting her name. Looks up to see T-Bone and Razor on the roof. Quirks an eyebrow, waves with the sense of being perplexed as to why they’re on the roof ::
<T-BoneSK> ((:DEAD!::))
<Callie_Briggs> ((hears))
<RazorSK> Well, at least she’s okay.
<RazorSK> ((And, though it’s a bad moment, I think I’m gonna have to head to bed.))
<T-BoneSK> ::look of relief on his face:: Stay down there! ::grabs Razor by the collar and heads down there. No, doesn’t jump. XD::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((It’s okay; it’s quite late))
<Hans_Lynx> ::nah can leave lol is escorted out:: Let us hope no other airline parts drop out of the sky until then.
<T-BoneSK> ((And, same here.))
<JosephForge> ((NIghts! ::huggles::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((maw night guys!))
<JosephForge> ((::huggles you both then!))
<T-BoneSK> ((Night all! ::hugs!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Likewise! ::hugs for all::))
<Callie_Briggs> ((nights))
<T-BoneSK> ((send me log? Thankies1))
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<RazorSK> ((Nights!))
<Callie_Briggs> ((And, I should be going too))
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<LizzieSelkirk> ((Goodnight!))
<JosephForge> ::snickers:: Yes, lets hope not.  Careful going home then. ::walks him to door and opens for him::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((I ought to go too. I apologize for being so quiet these days.))
<JosephForge> ((shall we pause here for the night then?))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Sounds good.))
<Hans_Lynx> ::laughs:: Indeed.  Good day. ::heads on out::
<Callie_Briggs> ((Night all. See you tommorow then?))
<Hans_Lynx> 4 PAWZ