2006-01-21

<JosieLyons> 4 RPG on?

<TessieReed> ::we still talking or wha? or is it another day or what?::

<JosieLyons> ::continue from today?::

<JosieLyons> ::or yesterday?::

<TessieReed> ::That sounds good! issa in Trina’s office?::

* JasonKorat is now known as TrinaKorat

<TrinaKorat> ::rubs at her eyes:: So this is it.

<TessieReed> ::after downloading all the stuff, zaps outta the compy and nods:: that is it. All the information I can give is there for you.

<TrinaKorat> ::nods: I’ll look into it. Is… there a place where you’re hiding until we catch Dark Kat?

<TessieReed> ::nods:: yes, ma’am. I am staying with Dr. Greenbox.

<TrinaKorat> :nods:: Then stay low.

<TessieReed> I shall. Is there anything else you wish to ask me?

<TrinaKorat> What does he plan to do with all these cyberbeings?

<TessieReed> His overall plan is not clear to me at this time. I believe it is to achieve his goal. to take over Megakat city.

<TrinaKorat> What else is new? ;:rolling her eyes::

<TessieReed> <Joe>::comes in to work and goes to his desk. where’s the Josie?::

<JosieLyons> ::back at her desk mun assumes lol!::

<TessieReed> ::looks at her curiously:: If you desire new knowledge, I can download the latest news report for you.

<TessieReed> <Joe>::goes over to her then!:: Hey Lyons. You got your story lined up yet?

<StormcrowMerle> ::is at the front desk, as usual::

<JosieLyons> ::nods:: Of course. Ryder was the one who was having the difficulty.

<TessieReed> <Joe>::pulls up a chair and sits:: Good. Sorry we had to postpone but Derringer had something come up and couldn’t do the meeting. He’s supposed to inform me of when it is.

<TrinaKorat> ::chuckles:: It was a figure of speech. ::smiles::

<JosieLyons> That’s fine. ::smiles and nods::

<JosieLyons> He gone back to Twilight City then?

<TessieReed> Oh..I see. ::nods:: Forgive me. I am still trying to figure out these…figures of speech.

<TessieReed> <Joe> no, he’s still in town. at my house today actually

<TrinaKorat> It’s quite alright. I’ll look into this. Thank you for your help.

<TessieReed> ::nods and leaves out, heading out the door to go home!::

* TessieReed is now known as JoeForge

<TrinaKorat> ::sighs, rubs at her temples::

* TrinaKorat is now known as UnknownFigure

<UnknownFigure> ::approaches the front desk where Merle is::

<StormcrowMerle> ::looks up from her cheap paperback at the sight of an Unknown Figure approaching. What sort of Unknown Figure is it?::

<UnknownFigure> :is wearing a black cap on his head with a long black trenchcoat and is in jeans and biker boots:: Excuse me. ::voice of a young tom;:

<JoeForge> ((<Unknown Figure> ::issa stick figure! A very badly drawn one at that with crooked legs and one arm shorter than the other::))

<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL)) ::gives him a mild look. Under other circumstances might be uneasy from his appearance, but feels mostly safe in the Bureau. Particular emphasis on “mostly”. Puts on a smile:: Yes, sir. How may I help you?

<UnknownFigure> I need to know, what year is it?

<StormcrowMerle> ::gives him a squinty puzzled look:: Uh . . . you mean in the AD calendar? If you do, it’s 2005. ::starts to feel less safe::

<JoeForge> ((<LS> ::gives up hope of ever getting a normal person to the front desk::))

<StormcrowMerle> ((lol))

<UnknownFigure> ((Wouldn’t it be 2006? ;D ::not being picky. Just curious. LOL))

<StormcrowMerle> ((::oops. Scratch that 5 into a 6, then::))

<UnknownFigure> ((Kies! ;D))

<StormcrowMerle> ((::always has that problem around the turn of the year::))

<UnknownFigure> ::now looks at her with wide eyes now, little bits of brown hair are visible from his cap:: 2006?!

<StormcrowMerle> . . . Yes, sir. Is, er, there anything else I can do for you?

<UnknownFigure> I’m in the wrong place… :murmuring to himself. It was supposed to be… Wait.. maybe there’s still time…

<StormcrowMerle> ::perks ears, then lays them back worriedly:: Sir, if you don’t mind my asking, is something wrong? <Besides the obvious.>

<UnknownFigure> Not yet. ::then pauses, jerks to look at the windows:: <Circular objects> ::appear at the windows, for sooth!::

<StormcrowMerle> ::notes his jerking, and gasps:: What are those things? ::starts to get up from the desk::

<UnknownFigure> Get down! ::leaps over the desk and drags her to the ground as they start firing through the windows::

<StormcrowMerle> Agh! ::screams as she’s dragged down:: What is going on?!

<JoeForge> ::can hear all the shooting from the deskroom? ::

<UnknownFigure> Of course those thing’s follow me. :growling:: If you have any experience in fighting, aim for the eyes! ::drags out a gun from a leg holster::

<StormcrowMerle> ::splutters for a moment, backing up against the desk. Then manages to concentrate, and forms a small fireball on each index fingertip. Tries to flick one at what she guesses is a Circular Object’s eyes::

<StormcrowMerle> <I should not be doing this inside, I should not be doing this inside . . . >

<UnknownFigure> <Circular Object 1> :hit in the eye by the fire, falls to the floor and fizzles::

<UnknownFigure> :Stares at her:: Mabe I should just let YOU nail ‘em for me. ::smirks, goes after a couple others::

<StormcrowMerle> ::stares, wasn’t sure fire would work on that. Then answers UF:: I’ll do what I can. ::forms another small fireball-on-the-fingertip, and flings her spare one at another::

<UnknownFigure> <CO2> ::nailed by Stormcrow, bounces off to the ground as well::

<UnknownFigure> ::is shooting at a couple others::

<StormcrowMerle> ::crouches and looks to see how many more there are::

<UnknownFigure> <CO’s> ::remaining fall to the ground limp, fizzling due to faulty and burnt circuitry thanks to Stormcrow’s fire::

<StormcrowMerle> ::gapes at the fallen ones::

<UnknownFigure> ::huffs:: Apparently the time stream ruined the technology.

<StormcrowMerle> Time stream . . . ::risingly loud voice:: Okay, who are you, where did you come from, and what were those things?!?!

<UnknownFigure> ::reholsters his gun, looks at her, then slowly removes his cap:: My cal sign is Rebelde. :has features that could mistaken him for a relative of Trina and Jason’s:: I’m from the year 2032, and those were hunting drones. Thanks for the help.

* UnknownFigure is now known as Rebelde

<StormcrowMerle> ::stares blankly with her mouth open for a few moments:: . . . You know, after all I’ve seen in the last few months, you’d think this wouldn’t faze me . . .

<StormcrowMerle> ::gets up, leaning a bit on the desk:: What do you want, Mr. Rebelde?

<Rebelde> ::snorks:: It’s Megakat City. Why should it faze you?

<StormcrowMerle> ::small groan::

<Rebelde> I need to make sure the right people are here. Who is in charge here?

<StormcrowMerle> What do you mean, “the right people”? – That would be Director Sulfur and Captain Korat, but they’re not in today. Lt. Korat is, though.

<Rebelde> Which is which?

<StormcrowMerle> What do you mean?

<StormcrowMerle> ::doesn’t really recognize his features yet::

<StormcrowMerle> <If he’s from 24 years in the future, why doesn’t he know this already?>

<Rebelde> Which one is the captain and which on is the lieutenant?

<StormcrowMerle> Um, Jason Korat is the captain and Katrina Korat is the lieutenant.

<Rebelde> ::face shows some relief:: good to hear. That’s what I needed to know.

<StormcrowMerle> All right then . . . I’m assuming you want to talk to her? ::wonders how to explain this to Trina, or any of the others::

<Rebelde> No. Not right now anyway. I needed to make sure this place was still standing. I will be back, tho’. Again, thanks for your help, Ms…

<StormcrowMerle> Merle. Stormcrow Merle. ::decides not to use her real name::

<Rebelde> ::nods:: I’ll keep that in mind. ::turns to go:: You may wanna ask whoever else is here to melt those things. ::motions to the CO’s:: Thanks again. ::leaves::

<StormcrowMerle> I’ll, uh, do that. ::watches him leave and stands still for a moment. Then looks at the crashed COs on the floor, wondering if they’re really out. Picks up a folding chair that someone left propped in a corner and was going to move, and tentatively pokes one with it::

<Rebelde> <CO> ::doesn’t move. Just fizzles::

<StormcrowMerle> ::gives the others a poke too, and assuming they too don’t move, goes quickly down the hall, still carrying the chair::

<Rebelde> <CO’s> ::are kinda sorta dead. XD::

<StormcrowMerle> ::searches for the closest person of higher rank than she, meaning pretty much any other employee X) ::

<JoeForge> <Tasha>::is working out way down in the gym:: <Joe>::is tied up at the moment::

<StormcrowMerle> ::looks into the deskroom first of all:: Hello? ::sounds a little frantic::

* Rebelde is now known as TrinaKorat

<TrinaKorat> ::walks out of her office, then blinks at Merle:: Merle? What is it?

<StormcrowMerle> ::takes a deep breath:: I’m not sure where to begin. There was a tom who showed up a moment ago, said he was from the future, and then these flying things came and started shooting -

<TrinaKorat> OKay, okay. Calm down. Who showed up?

<StormcrowMerle> ::breathes again:: He said his name – no, his call sign – was Rebelde, from the year 2032.

<StormcrowMerle> ::looks at Trina’s face, and squints a little bit::

<TrinaKorat> Rebelde…? ::arches a brow::

<TrinaKorat> 2032….?

<StormcrowMerle> ::nods:: I might not have believed him, except that a moment after he showed up, these flying round machines appeared at the windows and started firing on us. We got them, though; in fact, they’re still out in the lobby, and we should probably destroy them.

<TrinaKorat> Show me.

<StormcrowMerle> ::does that, going back to the lobby::

<TrinaKorat> ::follows her::

<StormcrowMerle> ::enters the lobby and indicated the crashed and fizzling COs:: There they are. He said we ought to melt them, before he left.

<TrinaKorat> ::kneels down to examine them:: And, he just waltzed in here with these things?

<TrinaKorat> ::then stares at the broken windows:: Oh, come on…

<StormcrowMerle> ::shakes her head:: No, he came in asking about who was in charge here. I told him, and then these things appeared and attacked. But I’m pretty sure they weren’t with him. He seemed pretty upset that they were here, and he destroyed most of them. I only took out two.

<StormcrowMerle> ::pauses:: He said he’d be back.

<TrinaKorat> ::picks one up cautiously:: Doesn’t look like anything we’ve ever seen…

<StormcrowMerle> ::nods to that::

<TrinaKorat> ::then frowns:: Puma Dyne…?

<StormcrowMerle> What? ::glances at her::

<TrinaKorat> These things… they’re Puma Dyne’s technology. The logo’s right here. ::shows her the side::

<StormcrowMerle> ::looks at it, and gulps:: Are you going to show it to them?

<TrinaKorat> I don’t know right now. I doubt Puma Dyne would send these things after us for kicks.

<StormcrowMerle> ::nods to that:: I’m guessing they came back with Rebelde; he said something about how the time stream ruined the technology.

<TrinaKorat> Time stream…?

<StormcrowMerle> ::nods:: He said he was from the year 2032.

<TrinaKorat> Huh… :frowning;

<StormcrowMerle> What are we going to do about this?

<TrinaKorat> At this point, not mention anything to Puma Dyne. Not yet anyway. The Director and the Captain will be interested, however.

<StormcrowMerle> ::nods fiercely:: I know I won’t say anything.

<TrinaKorat> ::smiles:: Thanks, Merle.

<StormcrowMerle> ::small smile:: No problem. ::looks at the crashed COs:: What are we going to do with these? He said we should melt them.

<TrinaKorat> I’ll keep one as evidence. The rest I’ll have to see who I can contact to have them destroyed.

<StormcrowMerle> ::nods, goes to pick up the others. How heavy are they?::

<TrinaKorat> ::not too heavy. About half the weight of a bowling ball::

<TrinaKorat> ::helps her::

<StormcrowMerle> ::picks up two of them, trying to keep them semi-stacked:: Where should they go?

<TrinaKorat> ((And, should we stop here, or is there something else you guys wanna tackle?)0

<TrinaKorat> Evidence room.

<StormcrowMerle> ((I’d be fine with stopping)) All right. ::goes thataway::

<JoeForge> ((nothing for me))

<TrinaKorat> 4RPG Pause, then