2006-03-18

<Hans_Lynx> 4 This is how the RPG begins! Begin using RPG syntax!

* Countrykat is now known as Tasha_Forge

* Sagey is now known as JasonKorat

* Kutlass is now known as FletchRyder

<Tabytha_Strayer> ((Got it.))

* McGrath is now known as Dr_Konway

<JasonKorat> ::so I take it I’m still with you, you crazy she-ka… erm… Jenna? XD::

<Tasha_Forge> ::issa still sitting I assume in the breakroom. stirred up over the whole cabinet in the wall and all..XD::

<LadyStormcrow> ((back!)) /nick StormcrowSelkirk

* LadyStormcrow is now known as StormcrowSelkirk

<FletchRyder> ::at the MBI, looking for someone of authority in which to report Tasha’s odd strength spurt::

* Dr_Konway is now known as Creatures

<JasonKorat> ((WB!))

<FletchRyder> ((WB))

<Tasha_Forge> ((WB!))

<Tasha_Forge> ((whu oh..Matt is already into his mystic appearance changing and its still early!))

<Hans_Lynx> ::yes next to you on the sofa!::

<Creatures> <Waitor> :: at the restaurant Jenna and Jason had been dining at that had fallen down, gets back up, and then screams in terror! ::

<JasonKorat> ((<Fletch> She went crazy! Threw a fist through the wall, tore off the support! The whole thing went to heck! See?! ::shows what little hair he has:: She even tried to scalp me when she started to pat me on the head!))

<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL!))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<SypherSK> ((::beats head, read that the *restaurant* had fallen down and got back up::))

<JasonKorat> I told you I’m currently seeing someone, Professor Clawson. I don’t mind the dating, but….! ::this from where he stood up thinking she was playing footsies::

<Creatures> :: covered by a lovely array of soups and delicacies that the waitor had been carrying, reveal their presence in the restaurant ::

<JasonKorat> ((::DIES:: And, you say *I* breathed in too many fumes))

<Tasha_Forge> ::mawww. staaaaring at her hands:: what is happening to me…?

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::is, um, somewhere. Mun is not yet sure what to play out.::

<Tasha_Forge> ((Obsidian and Rumil, when you are ready you can just show up at the front desk of the MBI and someone will jump in and help you out. ^_^ ))

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::oh yeah XD forgot about me didn’t you mun, didn’t you?!:: then why are you playing foo…tsie…? ::notes he’s standing but felt that thing brush against her leg::

<Tabytha_Strayer> ((Oh, um, alright! Wait… two plotlines can go on at once?))

<JasonKorat> Me?! What are you talking about?!

<SypherSK> ::is lurking around down the street from the MBI, wondering where Glitch might be… had thought of talking to her and is hesitant to just contact her via the CyberKat’s usual communications, isn’t entirely sure it couldn’t be traced::

<FletchRyder> ((One, three, five.))

<Tygris> ::Walks up to the front desk of the MBI and hands a folder to the receptionist with one hand, while saluting with the other:: Tygris Makenzy reporting for duty

<JasonKorat> ((Sure thing! Just try to interact with one or more of the characters in the process to avoid talking to yourself. ;D))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::as sudden inspiration comes to mun, now finishes the talk with Bexa about what she’s decided to do. Leaves the hotel and heads out down the street, toward a certain Bureau to ask for her job back::

<Tasha_Forge> ((yep. lol! we’ve had three or so going at once. basically if you can’t keep one up in your head then just pick one and follow it. YOu get used to it after a while))

<Creatures> ((<MBI universe> :: is a large Ka*cough*any of events and characters, operating in-continuity with one another, but can be events in different places, typically during the same time frame between interacting characters ::))

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> That wasn’t you…? ::peeks under the table::

<JasonKorat> <Matrix> ::is with him:: Seriously, why are we back here?

<JasonKorat> … what?

<Tygris> ((who is at MBI HQ right now?))

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::and hears screaming! XD jerks up to look that way::

<SypherSK> I was considering speaking with that other CyberKat who no longer works for Dark Kat?

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch>::issa at home. so contact me baby!::

<Creatures> <Waitor> :: runs away screaming :: <Other Restaurant Patrons> :: start to do the same ::

<JasonKorat> <Matrix> There you go worrying about flabby again.

<Hans_Lynx> I wish I knew… do you have a regular doctor you see who could get you in today?

<JasonKorat> ::blinks, looks around::

<SypherSK> What do you mean by that?

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::will be there in a moment::

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::sits in a chair behind Tygris, her own folder of forms and records clutched to her. She’s dressed in a completely unusual fashion for her… formal skirt, button-up shirt, the works::

<JasonKorat> ((In MBI? I think Tasha and Fletch are in there right now…))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::opens the door to the lobby and heads inside::

<Creatures> <Under Table> :: is a plantimal, covered in some kind of cooking sauce, revealing its presence there ::

<Tasha_Forge> ((Tasha in the breakroom still shook up. lol! gimme about two seconds and Joe can be there too. ::brain my splode toinight. just wipe the brains off and keep going XD::))

<FletchRyder> ::walks by the lobby, seeing the two newcomers there, pausing to address them:: Can I help you?

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::stands:: What are those things! ::pointing at the partially exposed creatures::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::who might there be at the front desk?::

<SypherSK> ((<Matrix> You worry too much. Me? I never worry. At least not until Static is re-introduced into the plot.))

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::pauses, letting Tygris speak first::

<Tasha_Forge> ::shakes head:: no..I don’t. I don’t see a doctor usually.

<JasonKorat> ::pulls out hig gun:: Get behind me.

<JasonKorat> ((DEAD!))

<Creatures> <MBI Building> :: is in the midst or a large scale renovation, with various construction workers and technicians still lingering about, doing official looking things and keeping the place looking busy ::

<JasonKorat> <Matrix> Why don’t you live a little and forget about Taco Breath?

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::backs up from the table now and yelps:: And there’s another one! ::CLINGS to Jase and points at/under their table::

<Tygris> ::turns to Fletch and bows:: Tygris Makenzy reporting for duty sir, I was informed by director Sulfur to address the front desk for joining sir

<Hans_Lynx> Well maybe I can get you in to see mine.

<JasonKorat> ::clicks gun, fires at it::

<Tasha_Forge> Whatever you think is best. I just….this is too much.

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::notes the construction-related folk about, raises eyebrows::

<Tygris> :: then turns to Tabytha and says:: ” I didn’t get your name Miss, are you here to join as well”?

<SypherSK> “Live a little”…. And, exactly what would I do?

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::lingers behind as Tygris and Tabytha talk to Fletch, watching and waiting her turn::

<Hans_Lynx> ::gives her a small hug::

* Creatures is now known as Plantimals

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::looks up:: Oh, it’s Tabytha. Tabytha Strayer. Yes, I hope to join, at least…

<JasonKorat> <Matrix> What would you do? ::merges into a disco suit of all things: GO DANCING! ::does the Hustle, humming it outloud::

<FletchRyder> Oh, I see. You’ll have to pardon us, we’re sort of undergoing some changes around here at the moment. I can take your paperwork and get you a uniform.

<Tasha_Forge> ::leans against him. won’t hug him back though. lol! doesn’t wanna keel him::

<Plantimals> <Plantimal 1> :: under the table, explodes upon Jason’s gunshot, sending a gooey mess flying ::

<SypherSK> ::despite all his control, twitches faintly… whether at Matrix’ suit or his dancing is debatable::

<JasonKorat> Th’ heck are those things coming from?

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DYING MATRIX!::))

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::nods and stands, crossing the room to hand Fletch her folder::

<SypherSK> ((<Sypher> ::develops a nervous tick in one eye, the longer he stays with Matrix the more pronounced it becomes::))

<Tasha_Forge> ((LOL!!))

<Plantimals> :: others from across the room, unleash an ear-shattering screech of some kind, and hop up on top of the tables, their tendril-like tongues slithering out and tasing the air before them ::

<Tygris> ::hands his paperwork to Fletch and takes a seat:: i’ll wait here until you get back sir

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::breathes in some of the lingering construction-related dust:: Akchoo!

<JasonKorat> ((:DEAD!!!))

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::returns to her seat quietly::

<JasonKorat> <Matrix> See?! You need to live a little, see the greater things that the biologicals have to offer.

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> EWWWW!

<Plantimals> ((<Agent Akchoo> :: approaches LS :: You called? <LS> Uh, no, I didn’t… <Agent Akchoo> Are you sure, because I heard my name being called… ))

<FletchRyder> ::takes their paperwork, flipping through both briefly. looks up at the sneeze, seeing LS there:: Ms. Mer- Selkirk. Glad to see you back.

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::keeping behind Jase as much as possible! this dress was expensive! XD::

<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD!!))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIES!::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL!))

<JasonKorat> ::fires at another bunch of plantimals::

<Hans_Lynx> ::maw bebbe! lets her go and pulls out his cell to contact his doctor’s office::

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<Tygris> ::looks in LS’s direction and Scratches his head:: “who might you be ma’am?

<SypherSK> That did not appear to be a “greater thing”. ((

<Plantimals> ((<Jenna> You realize I’m not going to count this as a date! <Jase> C’mon, it’s like dinner and a movie…only interactive :: shoots ::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::locks up to attention, had been hoping to avoid notice for the moment, so as not to be spied by new folk:: Uh, hello again, Agent Ryder.

<SypherSK> ((<Sypher> Matrix. Disco is dead. <Matrix> Not while I’m around!))

<JasonKorat> ((::beats her head, read that Hans “pulled out of his cell and called the Director. Was all, “Hans got arrested?” <Hans> ::calls:: Hey, director! I broke out! HAHAHAH!!!))

<JasonKorat> ((::DEADDEADGUYS!::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<Plantimals> :: others get hit and are dispatched in similar fashion. Others leap across tables, knocking them down, until they get close enough to try to lash out with tendril-like tongues ::

<Tasha_Forge> ((::SOOODEAD!::))

<SypherSK> ((::DEAD interactive dinner and a movie!::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*DIES*!))

<JasonKorat> Get outta here! :to Jenna:: Get out while you still can!

<Hans_Lynx> ((::dying y’all!::))

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::watches the room stiffly, feeling a little uncomfortable and out of place::

<JasonKorat> <Matrix> ::reverts back to his present state:: You are so… boring.

<Tasha_Forge> ::lets him. gets up and goes to fridge. very VERY carefully opens the door and gets a water out, holding it gently…in hopes she won’t destroy something else.lol!::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::nods at that! lets Jase go and turns to try and make a retreat!::

<SypherSK> ::brow arch::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::not knowing who Tygris is, decides to be careful:: I work here, sir. And who are you?

<Plantimals> <Plantimals> :: begin to surround Jason from all sides, keeping a somewhat safe distance away, “sniffing” the air it would seem ::

<JasonKorat> ::using a chair as a shield::

<Tygris> ::looks at Ms. Strayer and asks:: are you alright Ms. you look a little Tense?

<FletchRyder> ::turns attention back to recruits:: If you two would like to come with me, I can show you the locker rooms where your uniforms are. ::turns around to start down the hall without waiting for them to get up::

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::softly, keeping her ears from folding back:: I’m fine.

<Plantimals> <Plantimal 2> :: drops down from the ceiling, landing between the exit and Jenna. Bares its maw, and unleashing a tendril-tongue attack ::

<JasonKorat> <Matrix> See! There it is again!

<Tabytha_Strayer> Alright, thank you. ::stands and follows Fletch, catching up quickly::

<Plantimals> <Objects Tasha is coming into Contact With> :: are not getting broken as she’s being careful ::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::skids to a stop at the dropped Plantimal and screams at the tendrils! mun assumes they get her like they did Tasha ’round the ankles?::

<Tygris> ::stands and turns to LS:: my name is Tygris James Makenzy ma’am, former of the Enforcers

<Tasha_Forge> ::yay! returns to sit. takes a drink of water. mun hopes she is not watering a soon to be cabbage. lol!::

<Plantimals> <Plantimal 2> :: does indeed, latching onto her ankle, the presence of a barbed surface on the tongue clearly evident ::

<Tygris> :: nods to LS:: good day ma’am, then catches up with Fletch

<Hans_Lynx> ((<Jenna> I knew I shouldn’t have worn “Attraction” tonight for a perfume choice!))

<StormcrowSelkirk> Ah. ::brightens a bit:: In that case, mine is Elizabeth Selkirk.

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<SypherSK> There is what?

<Hans_Lynx> ::watching Tasha as he talks to a receptionist and then is put on hold. listening to the easy listening::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::notes Tabytha, but as she be not addressing her, says nothing::

<SypherSK> ((DEAD Jenna::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::watches them go::

<FletchRyder> ::leads them down the hall, walking briskly, and stops outside the two locker rooms:: There should be some spare uniforms on the shelves inside. Find one your size and report back out here.

<Tasha_Forge> ::sits waiting on him to get an appointment..maybe. hopes so::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::uses her itty biddy evening purse to try and beat at the thing XD::

<JasonKorat> ::fires at plantimal attacking Jenna:: LET GO!

<JasonKorat> <Matrix> You’re brow arching!

<Plantimals> <Plantimal 2> :: is shot by Jase and falls over dead, releasing Jenna ::

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::nods and begins sorting through the clothing, looking at tags, until she finds some that would fit::

<JasonKorat> ::runs to her:: You okay?

<SypherSK> It is hardly a crime. ::is looking quite cross now::

<Plantimals> :: others, seemingly have been distracted by the other’s attack on Jenna, abruptly dart off in opposite directions once it dies ::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::backs up nearly falling, leans against nearby table. mews:: My leg! ::pulls up dress some to examine::

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch>::i’m much less annoying, Sy. trust me. XD::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::finds herself alone in the lobby::

<JasonKorat> C’mon. ::puts an arm around her waist and her arm around his shoulders:: I’ll take you to a hospital.

<Tygris> ::heads into the “Tomkats” locker section, then changes into a uniform, pausing to look at all the scars and burnt fur from his previous past adventures:: “So many years, and I hope to start a new beginning here” :: he then heads back towards the reception desk

<SypherSK> ((<Sypher> ::eyes Glitch warily:: <Glitch> I hate disco.))

<Hans_Lynx> Ah finally. ::as he’s no longer on hold -g- argues with the receptionist a bit then hangs up:: They can’t see you until tomorrow. ::grumps::

<Tasha_Forge> ((LOL!!))

<JasonKorat> <Matrix> You’re ticked off, aren’t you?

<Plantimals> <Jenna’s ankle> :: seemingly a minor injury, something akin to minor irritation. Seems to be slowly fading ::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((lol))

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::hurries into the “Shekats” room and changes, glad to be out of her “job interview” clothes. She examines herself in the mirror and wonders if she should have died over the lavender and sky blue in her hair::

<Hans_Lynx> ::nods and is helped out by Jason. doesn’t need the help as it is feeling better… but likes his arm around her. ^_^ puts her arm ’round him too as they go to the car::

<SypherSK> I am mildly annoyed.

<Hans_Lynx> <JENNA>^

<Tabytha_Strayer> ((Dyed, hahaha!))

<Hans_Lynx> ::is with his WOMAN darnit XD at the MBI. -g-::

<Tasha_Forge> ::groans:: wonderful…well I did manage to get this water without tearing anything up.

<Hans_Lynx> ((XD))

<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD!!))::))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::dying:: I want to say something so bad but I just can’t…))

<Hans_Lynx> That’s a good start. ::smiles at her::

<FletchRyder> ::waiting for them outside in the hall. glances at watch::

<JasonKorat> <Matrix> … really?

<SypherSK> Yes.

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::thinking that with two new kats to see to, Fletch won’t be coming back soon, so heads on her own into the Bureau, toward Mark’s office to see if he be there::

<JasonKorat> <Matrix> YES!!!! My work here is done!!!

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::comes out, straightening the collar of the uniform and looks to Fletch for instructions::

<Plantimals> ((<Jason> I’m sure this is some kind of protocol breach, Agent Lynx <Hans> :: ackwardly :: Why am I being held by you, sir? <Jason> Uh… where’d she go?))

<Tygris> ::Ty then sees Fletch in the hall, and shows up in front of him, waiting for orders

<Tasha_Forge> ((::SOOOOOOSOOODEAD!::))

<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD!!::))

<Hans_Lynx> ((<Hans> Does this mean you’re picking up the tab since you putyour arm around me first?))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*DIES*!))

<JasonKorat> ::gets her in the car. XD:: Seriously, you’re alright?

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DEAD!::))

<SypherSK> What?!

<Plantimals> <Restaurant> :: is now empty of staff, etc., making for an easy exit as the plantimals have mysterious dissapeared ::

<Tasha_Forge> Heh…I guess. I just hope its not permanent.

<JasonKorat> <Matrix> ANNOYANCE! You just experience an EMOTION!

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> I… I think so… ::in the car lets him go and pulls up her dress again. blinks:: what the… ? ::feels under her fur there by her ankles and all::

<FletchRyder> ::looks them both over, then nods in approval:: Agent Makenzie, Agent Strayer, I am Agent Fletch Ryder. I’ll be giving you a brief tour of our headquarters here, and then you’ll need to report to one of our superiors for assignment. Follow me, please. ::turns around again and starts off. keep up XD::

<JasonKorat> Either way, I’ll still take you to a hospital.

<Plantimals> <Jenna’s Injury> :: seems to have slowly disappeared ::

<Hans_Lynx> I hope not. ::then stern:: I told you that you should have gone to the hospital after those things got you.

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::follows a few feet behind, casting a short glance to Tygris, then back::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::nods:: I’d appreciate it.

<Tygris> ::he keeps up with a bit of a Kat like grace, not wanting to dissapoint on his first day::

<Tasha_Forge> You don’t even know thats what it is. ::though knows it probably is::

<Hans_Lynx> Well what else COULD it be? You got some radioactive waste being dumped in your neighborhood you aren’t aware of?

<SypherSK> Er….

<SypherSK> ::not sure how to respond to that::

<Plantimals> ((<Tasha> Well who doesn’t? I mean, I got such a good deal on the place… ))

<Tasha_Forge> ::laughs:: I don’t know.

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::notes this, very confused and sits up, pulls dress over ankles:: Thank you for saving me back there… I wonder what those things were there for.

<FletchRyder> ::takes them to deskroom:: This is where you’ll be spending most of your time, in the deskroom. We’ll assign you a desk and get you set up with paperwork shortly.

<Tasha_Forge> ((LOL!!))

<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))

<JasonKorat> <Matrix> ::smiiiiiiiirk:: Well?

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<Tabytha_Strayer> I see. ::nods again:: Thank you.

<Hans_Lynx> Got hit by a meteor?

<JasonKorat> Viper’s prolly behind it. ::drivesdrives::

<Plantimals> ((<Fletch> In the meantime, here’s a wooden crate and a soapbox. You’ll figue out what to use each one for. ))

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> Well he should just order take out next time if he’s hungry. ::huffs::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> That thing TORE my dress.

<Tasha_Forge> ::out of habbit playfully shove him. lol! sorry ahead of time! XD::

<Tygris> ::looks towards Fletch:: “Sir, will we be working alone on cases? or will we be assigned a partner?”

<Hans_Lynx> <dress>::only has a few small holes at the bottom near hem lol::

<Hans_Lynx> ::oh crud XD mun assumes he goes flying across the room, hopefully not embedded into the wall XD::

<JasonKorat> ((BRB!))

<Plantimals> ((k))

<Tasha_Forge> ((okies!))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::goes down the hall::

<FletchRyder> ::continues on down the hall, looking over his shoulder to answer the question:: We’ve all been assigned partners, so it’s likely you’ll soon have one too. ::hesitates by the breakroom, hearing a thud?:: And, this is the breakroom. Moving right along.. ::continues on, towards the lobby::

<SypherSK> Well, what?

<JasonKorat> z((Okay. gimme 15 minutes, guys. ::has to run downstairs::))

<Plantimals> <Tasha’s Strength> :: still abnormal ::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((It’s fine.))

<Tasha_Forge> ((NUUU! YOu can’t go! not at all! get back here!!!! XD))

<Tygris> ::pauses by the breakroom door:: Sir, did you happen to hear noises coming from the walls of the breakroom? I thought I heard something

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::turns her head toward the sound, but trusts Fletch’s judgement and continues to follow silently::

<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))

<Hans_Lynx> ::then slams against the wall a bit hard!:: Oof!! ::slumps down to the floor. winces::

<Tasha_Forge> ((<Fletch> Its probably just Hertz… <Tabby> hertz? <Hertz>::goes careening down the hall on top of that trash can still, screaming like crazy and crashing into a desk down the hall:: <Fletch> Hertz….))

<Plantimals> ((<Fletch. That’s just the sound of someone being savagely beaten to death. Pay it no mind ))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIES!::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*dead*))

<Tabytha_Strayer> ((::dead::))

<SypherSK> ((::DEADDEAD!::))

<FletchRyder> There’s still a lot of construction taking place here, Agent. If loud, strange noises bother you, I suggest you acquire some earmuffs for your first few days of work.

<Tasha_Forge> ::eyes widen. gets up quickly and runs to him:: Hans! Are you okay?!

<FletchRyder> ((lolall!!))

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::smiles::

<Tygris> ::shakes his head:: no Sir, it’s just that my Ninkatju training naturally makes me suspicious, I’ll pay it no mind

<Hans_Lynx> Eh heh… remind me not to joke with you for awhile. ::sits up with a slight groan, half smile::

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::raises a brow at Tygris::

<Plantimals> ((<Technician> :: bursts into the conversation abruptly :: Hey! Could you sign- <Tygris> :: reflexively grabs the tech by the pinky and flips him over onto his back :: <Technician> -this… ::groans ::))

<Tasha_Forge> I’m so sorry. I forgot. ::offers a hand to help him up ((and slings him through the roof:: heh..oops…))::

<Tygris> ((Ninkatju=Ninja Tabytha, my character was a Ninja for a few years before he joined the Enforcers))

<FletchRyder> ::blinks at that, but finds they’re now at the lobby:: And this, of course, is the lobby area.

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!:))

<Tabytha_Strayer> ((I know what you meant.))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<Tygris> ((ok, just clearing that up :) ))

<Tabytha_Strayer> ((*cricket, cricket*))

<Hans_Lynx> ::XD thank heavens the last bit was in OOC -g- is helped up:: It’s okay, really. ::smiles and stands fully:: I think I might need to see the doctor tomorrow too now.

<Tygris> ::looks around lobby:: ok Sir, when do we start?

<Plantimals> <MBI Phone> :: rings ::

<Tasha_Forge> ::helps him up carefully.:: I hope not. I didn’t hurt you too badly did I? ::worried look::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::going down the hall, hears the phone ring and doubles back out of habit::

<FletchRyder> Well, that- ::flicks ear as phone starts ringing:: Excuse me for a moment. ::goes over to vacant front desk and takes the phone::

<FletchRyder> MBI, Agent Ryder speaking. How may I direct your call?

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::is at the phone before she remembers, and in the pause, Fletch gets the phone::

<Plantimals> <Voice on the Other End> :: seemingly pauses upon hearing Fletch’s voice :: …I need to speak with… Selkirk

<Tygris> ::bows to Selkirk:: good to see you again Ms Selkirk, how have you been?

<Tasha_Forge> ((<person on phone>::screaming like crazy:: ITS TERRIBLE! ITS AWFUL! THERE”S BLOOD AND DEATH AND DESTRUCTION AND–<Fletch> Transfering to Mayhem department. please hold…))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::gives Tygris an odd look as he bows:: Fine, thanks.

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*dies*))

<FletchRyder> ::assuming it’s her friend from earlier, hands the phone over to LS:: It’s for you.

<Hans_Lynx> I think I’ll be okay. ::grins and goes back over to the sofa. sits::

<Hans_Lynx> ((::diies::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<StormcrowSelkirk> Okay . . . ::takes the phone:: This is she.

* Plantimals is now known as McGrath

<FletchRyder> ((<Voice> I don’t want She! I want Selkirk!))

<Tasha_Forge> ::sits with him and sighs:: What if this doesn’t just go away?

<Tasha_Forge> ((LOL!!))

<McGrath> It’s McGrath. I have information.

<Tygris> ::looks at Agent Strayer with a questioning look:: who do you think that might be?

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::eyes go wide and mouth goes slack. Looks a little pale, if that’s possible for a fur-covered person:: What is it?

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::stands near the wall, her mind racing, wondering if she’s actually going to fit in at such a serious, clean-cut place like this::

<FletchRyder> As I was saying, ::turns back to the two recruits:: you’ll be starting right off today. I don’t believe the Captain’s in, so you probably won’t have any official assignments until he’s back. The gym, shooting range, and breakroom are all at your disposal, we only ask that you keep everything nice and tidy after use.

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::gives a slight shrug:: No idea…

<Hans_Lynx> Then you’ll have to learn to work with it… like… a superpower. ::smiles and pats her back some gently::

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::nods to Fletch again:: Of course.

<Tygris> ::turns to Agent Strayer:: Do you happen to know Martial arts Agent Strayer? would you like to Spar with me?

<Tasha_Forge> ((<Tabby>:: Then sees the rest of the Agents…feels right at home in the madness ::))

<McGrath> I don’t have time to argue with someone else like Lyons or Ryder at the moment, so here it is. Megakat Biochemical recently transfered a project of its to the Defense Center Research Department. It’s listed with a refence number of UB3R. There’s something that’s happened, and it’s being covered up. It needs to be investigated.

<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL Tasha XD))

<Tasha_Forge> ::snickers:: Yeah…I’ll wear spandex and a cape too.

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::narrows her eyes at Tygris, giving him a once-over:: No, I haven’t had much formal training… if we aren’t going to be taking any assignments now, I believe I’ll be off to the shooting range… ::turns and disappears down the hall::

<Hans_Lynx> ((::snorks “uber”::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::repeats the name softly to herself to remember:: Investigated how?

<McGrath> No time :: hangs up ::

<Tasha_Forge> <Joe>::down in the firing range firing off a few rounds. trying to calm his nerves after the case::

<Hans_Lynx> ::chuckles:: I like the sound of it already. Not sure what sort of name you could have though.

<Tygris> ::shrugs at her suggestion, then heads towards the gym:: suit yourself, I’m off to run a few laps. Agent Ryder, does this office happen to have an obstacle course?

<StormcrowSelkirk> But – ::then is cut off. Looks a little sick.::

<Tasha_Forge> Me either. something classy though.

* McGrath is now known as Construction_Worker

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::drops the phone back and hurries after Fletch:: Agent Ryder?

<Construction_Worker> :: enters the room, approaching Fletch :: Uh, excuse me.

<FletchRyder> Um, there’s no formal obstacle course set up, but you’re free to make a crude one if you can. Just make sure to put everything back when you’re done.

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::slinks into the shooting range, notices Joe, then puts on the earphones and goggles that she finds in a bin near the wall::

<FletchRyder> ::queried from both directions:: Yes? ::to the construction worker first::

<Tasha_Forge> ::pauses in his shooting to reload. notes her there. gives a small smile:: hi.

<Tasha_Forge> ((^Joe))

<Tygris> ::turns towards the construction area:: well then, I’ll need access to some of the construction tools, anything I break I’ll pay for.

<Construction_Worker> The gymnasium renovations are done. All that fancy looking equipment’s been installed.

<Tasha_Forge> ::did NOT change to a He. lol!::

<Hans_Lynx> ::XD HA HA HA -g-::

<Tasha_Forge> ::shush!::

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::smiles back to Joe politely and draws the… ((umm, was I assigned a gun or should I have brought my own?))::

<Hans_Lynx> Femme Fetale?

<FletchRyder> Oh. Well, good. We need any sort of operational manual?

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::waits her turn::

<Hans_Lynx> ((You’ll be assigned one, but guns are available down at the shooting range.))

<Construction_Worker> :: hands him a phonebooked sized text :: There you go. We’re off to lunch. See you later :: walks off ::

<Tabytha_Strayer> ((Ok, thanks. ^^))

<JasonKorat> ((Guh. Back. Sorries about that. ::scrolls up::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((Wb!))

<Tasha_Forge> ::grins:: there we go!

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::we arrive at hospital?::

<Tasha_Forge> <Joe> You new here? Don’t think I’ve seen you around.

<Hans_Lynx> Or She-Hulk. ::grins then backs up before she accidentally shoves him into next week ;D::

<FletchRyder> ..Thank you. ::looks down at manual dubiously, then turns to LS:: Now what can I do for you?

<JasonKorat> ((Thankies!))

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::draws the gun she was issued and takes an aiming stance:: Yes, I just joined today… my name’s Tabytha.

<SypherSK> ::is uncertain… surely he’s experienced irritation before::

<JasonKorat> ::yes, gets them to the hospital::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::takes a deep breath:: That was McGrath on the phone. ::tells what McG told her::

<JasonKorat> <Matrix> ::still doing his “I rule” dance::

* Construction_Worker is now known as Hospital

<StormcrowSelkirk> He said we need to investigate. I tried to get more information, but he hung up; said there wasn’t time.

<Tasha_Forge> ((<Jenna>::has a feeling she’s about to die at this hospital….::))

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::suddenly puts arms around him and puts on a pitiful poor me look:: Stay with me, Jasey-poo?

<Hospital> :: caught them on a light day it would seem, as most of the prior plot’s injuries have been taken care of by now ::

<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIES::))

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>:;asks as they go in?::

<Tasha_Forge> ::busts up laughing:: I like Femme Fatale better.

<JasonKorat> Do what? ::eyes wide::

<Tasha_Forge> <Joe> Welcome then. I’m Agent Joseph Forge.

<Tygris> ::starts setting up an obstacle course, using drills, hammers, and such. adds things like a turning machine with several bars to practice dodging, and several different gymnastic type bars to work the full range of his muscles, and sets up a few practice dummies from some sandbags, then goes back to his locker to get his duffelbag

<FletchRyder> ::blinks, trying to take the information in stride without being too concerned as to how McG actually got it. not to mention how he got a phone:: And.. that’s all he would say?

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::nods::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> Stay with me until I’m released? It shouldn’t be long… the wounds seemed to have healed themselves already. ::bats eyelashes::

<StormcrowSelkirk> Like I said, he told me there wasn’t time, and hung up.

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::nods:: Pleased to meet you. ::turns away and fires a few practice shots… she hasn’t actually fired a gun in months. She’s mostly just waved them at unruly drunks lately…::

<Hans_Lynx> ::laughs too and smiles::

<FletchRyder> ::sighs some:: Alright, I’ll make some calls and see what I can dig up. Project “UB3R” you said?

<Hospital> ((<Tabytha> That’s right, drink up! :: forcing them at gunpoint ::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> Yeah.

<Hans_Lynx> ((crud now I need to brb as kiddo’s fallen and is awake))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((All right.))

<Tabytha_Strayer> ((Hahahaha! It really is that hard to sell green beer the next day… XD))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!::))

<Tasha_Forge> <Joe>::nods in reply then reloads. aims at the target and fires off at it till he’s emptied the gun. all bullets inside the bullseye as is the resident sniper XD::

<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD::))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::diiies!:: and okies Fel Fel!))

<JasonKorat> Look, I’m sure you’ll be fine.

<Tygris> ::he then comes back and takes out some forearm gauntlets and a long straight, single edged Ninkatju blade, sets it on the floor, then starts stretching

<StormcrowSelkirk> Is there anything I can do in the meantime?

<StormcrowSelkirk> He made it sound pretty urgent.

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::glances over at Joe’s target, then back at her own. She blushes slightly and tries harder::

<Hospital> ((<Fletch> :: walks into the gym :: Uh, what are you doing? <Tygris> I’m making the sand dead. :: slices through a sand bag :: <Fletch> … ))

<FletchRyder> Yeah, get that front desk straightened out. Where’ve you been? Hertz has turned it into a mess.

<Tasha_Forge> ((::diiies!::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<Tygris> ((funny, but I’m practicing on the sandbags, ever see Daredevil?))

<Tasha_Forge> <Joe>::holsters his piece then goes and retrieves his sniper rifle. checks it over first then loads it. takes it and starts practicing with it. is a better shot at it than with the pistol::

<JasonKorat> <Matrix> Okay. NEXT emotion. ::pokes Sy in the ribs::

<SypherSK> What are you doing? ::as he scoots away::

<SypherSK> ((::beats head, read “next emoticon”::))

<JasonKorat> ((DEAD!!!!! <Matrix> :P >P :D :( >P <Sy> ….. ))

<Tasha_Forge> ((I’m sure he has, Tygris. He’s just making a joke. just cause he jokes doesn’t mean he misunderstood. Just had a funny thought. ;D))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DEAD!::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> Uh, okay . . . ::was going to say “but-”, but decides this is not the time. Goes to the desk and begins cleaning up::

<Hospital> ((<Joe> Hi, I’m Joe. I shoot things in the head :: takes aim :: BOOM! HEADSHOT! <Tabytha> Uh… :: getting slightly nervous :: <Joe> Wanna dance? Wanna dance? I can dance all day! :: shouting at the target, shoots it some more :: <Tabytha> :: sloooowly backing away now ::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL!!!))

<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD::))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::SOOOOOODEAD!::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol))

<JasonKorat> I really need to get back and make sure things are alright.

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::realizes she needs more practice… she shifts position and empties the clip. Most of the shots land close to the bullseye, at least, and none of the shots landed in the wall or ceiling…::

<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!::))

<Tygris> :: finishes up with his stretches, attaches the blade to his back, then ties a black headband around his head, then pulls out a boombox, and has it play a Far Eastern tune, played on flutes, which then slides into Hard rock while he runs the course::

<Tabytha_Strayer> ((::hides under a chair from Joe:: Meeep!))

<JasonKorat> ::adds:: And, don’t call me “Jasey-poo”.

<Tasha_Forge> <Joe>::pauses a moment. lays rifle down and walks over to her.:: May I? ::making a motion he’ll help her out::

<Hospital> <Make-Shift Obstacal Course> :: would quiver in fear if it were not inanimate ::

<Tygris> (( I could make it animate later if you’d like to try it :) ))

<Tabytha_Strayer> Oh… ::hesistates for a second or two:: Sure.

<FletchRyder> <What. A. Day.> ::flipping through his phonebook manual, entering the gym to hear some far out music booming and seeing Tygris’s makeshift obstacle course. raises an eyebrow and refers back to the manual, hoping there’s nothing dangerous installed that could easily be triggered in their new gym::

<Tasha_Forge> <Joe>::tries to adjust her positioning if she’ll let him:: relax. take slow, deep breaths..:;mun hasn’t shot a gun in forever so forgive her if she’s off her rocker with anything she says lol!::

<JasonKorat> ((<Fletch> ::pressing several buttons, seeing no reaction:: Crud. Musta run outta batteries… ::leaves to put in new ones:: <Tygris> ::against the wall in a sorta “dodge the bullets”/egyptian position, whimpering::))

<Tygris> ::pauses upon hearing Footsteps, sliding over to the Boombox and pauses the CD, then stands at attention:: Agent Ryder, am I disturbing you?

<Tasha_Forge> ((::SOOOOODEAD!::))

<FletchRyder> ((<Fletch> ::reading aloud from his Phonebook Manual:: “Step One: Pick up phone. Step Two: Find name of person you are calling. Step Three: Dial number. Step Four: Ask if refrigerator is running.” What a lame textbook.))

<Hospital> <Gym Manual> :: makes no direct reference to any surprise spiked pits of death… XD ::

<FletchRyder> ((LOL))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*dies*))

<SypherSK> ((::SOOOOODEAD both!::))

<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD!!!::))

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::Allows Joe to reposition her, keeping her eyes on the target instead of watching him::

<JasonKorat> <Matrix> ::continues poking:: C’mon… you need to laugh.

<FletchRyder> Uh, no. At ease. I’m just looking over our new gym. Apparently there’s been some new high-tech additions made to it. ::thumbing through text::

<SypherSK> ((<Gym Manual> ::does, however, make several vague allusions to surprise spiked pits of death… but surely that little orange drawing of the kat stuck to the pole doesn’t mean what it looks like it means:: ))

<Tasha_Forge> There. Now…keep your eyes down the sights like you are doing. good. Take in a deep breath when you are ready and let out half of it. Hold that half and gently squeeze the trigger, don’t jerk. ::leggos of her and backs up some to let her fire::

<JasonKorat> ((::DIES::))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DEAD!::))

<SypherSK> ::arms crossed:: This is not going to cause me to laugh.

<Tygris> ((if there’s any spike pits, I didn’t install them, ::Start looking at floor::))

<Tasha_Forge> ((^JOe!))

<Hospital> ((<Fletch> What’s all this stuff that looks like blood gushing out of him? :: reads the gym manual :: “Self-fullfilment from this gym may manfiest itself in the forms of mysterious streams of red liquid” ?))

<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD::))

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::fires two shots, concentrating, feeling odd with the goggles actually over her eyes instead of on top of her head::

<FletchRyder> ((lol! <Manual> ::disclaimer reads:: “Caution: May Cause Sudden, Terrible Death. Do not operate if cowardly or prone to clumsiness.”))

<Tabytha_Strayer> ((::dies::))

<SypherSK> ((::SOOOOOODEAD both!::))

<JasonKorat> ((::DIIIIESDEAD!!!:: <Jason> ::cheers! For once, being accident prone paid off!::))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::deadboth!:: <Jason> Awww shucks! And I was looking forward to using the basketball court!))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*DIIIIIIES*))

<Tabytha_Strayer> ((::DEAD::))

<FletchRyder> ((LOL))

<Tasha_Forge> <Joe>::how’d she do? Tis up to you how she did::

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::the shots land closer to the middle of the target, and she manages a bit of a smile:: ((Hehe, I know, I’m just trying to read everything and it makes me slow.))

<Hans_Lynx> ((back!))

<JasonKorat> ((WB!))

<Tygris> ::shrugs, then turns back on the CD, then faces the group of hanging Sandbags, then slowly draws his blade::

<SypherSK> ((<Tygris> ::barely avoids a sudden gout of flame appearing from a trapdoor in the floor:: What is that?! <Fletch> ::consults manual:: It says that’s a sign of the equipment operating correctly.))

<FletchRyder> ((WB))

<Tasha_Forge> ((ahh my bad. and WB!))

<JasonKorat> <Matrix> Not even a biiiiiiit?

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((wb!))

<SypherSK> No. It is furthering my irritation.

<Tasha_Forge> <Joe>::grins:: Much better. Keep practicing. ::heads back to his own rifle to practice::

<JasonKorat> <Matrix> ::grumps, stands up right:: OKay. You’re a lot worse than I am.

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> ::sighs and lets go of him:: Fine. Go on. ::turns back to him, folds her arms:: I’m sure your little television reporter girlfriend will be happy our date ended a lot sooner than planned.

<FletchRyder> ((lol! <Fletch> Ooh, I wonder if- <Tygris> GRAH!! ::fighting off alligators as he’s suddenly dropped into a moat:: <Fletch> Yep, alligators were included in the retail package. Oh, Heeertz! Come here!))

<Tasha_Forge> ::gets up again and goes to retrieve a donut:: Want one? I promise to not tear it up.

<JasonKorat> ::blushes lightly, then rolls his eyes:: You’re the one who insisted on this.

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> Just don’t forget you still owe me one mil.

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::continues for a while, but can’t help feeling like she’s wasting ammo::

<SypherSK> ((<Hertz> ::manages to navigate the entire gym without suffering injury, fellow agents are not as fortunate::))

<JasonKorat> You’ll have it by the end of next week.

<SypherSK> Worse?

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::glances behind her over her shoulder at him:: I’d better.

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<Hospital> :: seems as inviting as ever ::

<Tasha_Forge> <Joe>::Finishes up himself. puts everything away then:: have fun and see you around. ::give a lil wave and heads out::

<FletchRyder> ::looking around for some sort of control panel. likes pushing buttons::

<JasonKorat> <Matrix> Yeah. I hardly ever smile.

<SypherSK> You have been smirking at me for the last half hour.

<JasonKorat> I’m a kat of my word. ::reloads his gun:: Get better.

<Tasha_Forge> ((<Fletch> buttons make such fun noises such as BOOM! And POW!!! and my altime favorite is the one that ends with agonizing screams))

<Hospital> <Gym Control Panel> :: off to the side, is a shiny set of polishged chrome buttons ::

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::waves:: Alright, I will… bye… ::watches him leave, then decides she’s had enough of this for a while::

<JasonKorat> <Matrix> Now, now. Those weren’t REAL smiles.

<SypherSK> ((<Jason> ::waves gun:: Or else.))

<SypherSK> ::again with the brow arching::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::wonders how Fletch is coming along on looking up that UB3R project XD Does not want any scary infeline beings after her again::

<Tygris> ::He then lowers into an attack stance, holding the blade with the point towards the sandbags, pointing the other hand towards his obstacle, then calls out “Keeyaaa” then makes a few slashes, then stands on the other side of the sandbags. a nearby Janitor points and laughs “all that and you missed all of em, ha hah!”

<SypherSK> ((<Fletch> ::methodically pushing each and every button and every possible combination thereof… has found his own uber project::))

<JasonKorat> <Matrix> You ever heard of a little something called sarcasm?

<Tasha_Forge> <Joe>::goes on to his desk then to finish off his paperwork from the Derringer case::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::hrmphs and walks away from him towards window to speak to someone about her now gone injury XD::

<SypherSK> I am familiar with the term.

<Hans_Lynx> ::and what are we doing Tasha? XD besides coming up with hero names for you? -g-::

<Tygris> ::Ty slides the blade into the sheath and just before closing the bladelock, turns to him and says “are you sure”, then closes it, the sound causing all the sandbags to be halved at once, dropping sand on the floor::

<Hospital> ((<Janitor> I laugh at you. Your so-called kung-fu is really quite pathetic. <Tygris> Oh? <Janitor> :: has his mustache fall off :: O_O ))

<FletchRyder> ::spots it. goes over, examining them, trying to see if they correspond with any diagrams in the text. eventually gives up and just pushes a button at random::

<JasonKorat> Oy vey. ::turns and runs back to his car::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))

<Tasha_Forge> ::I just offered to get you a donut not long ago. XD::

<Tasha_Forge> ((LOL!!))

<Tabytha_Strayer> ::takes off the goggles and earphones, then shakes her ruffled hair. She puts everything away and wanders down toward the gym::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::will probably be the one cleaning that up later ;_; ::

<FletchRyder> ((<Megs> ::all paw around in the sand on the floor, feeling oddly drawn to it::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((lol))

<JasonKorat> <Matrix> I use it all the time.

<Tasha_Forge> ((LOL! <Stormcrow> Awwww Hertz! Don’t do that here! use the little toms room for that! and stop trying to cover it up! I already see that!!))

<Tygris> ::Ty then walks over to the Janitor, takes the broom and dustpan from him and begins cleaing the sand up “You should always finish what you start” then finishes and hands the broom back to the Janitor

<FletchRyder> ((LOL))

<Hospital> ((::snorks::))

<SypherSK> ((::DEADDEAD!::))

<Hans_Lynx> Maybe I should get us some donuts? You want coffee too or you good with your water?

<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIIES::))

<Tabytha_Strayer> ((brb))

<Hospital> <Button> :: once pushed by Fletch, causing a foor wide narrow column to elevate from the floor, knocking over some of the sandbags/their remains :

<Hospital> :

<Tasha_Forge> ::smirks:: what? don’t trust me to give you a donut in one piece? ::sits back down:: And yes, some coffee would be good. ::sighs:: Maybe I should ask for the day off until we know whats going on.

<Hospital> ((causes a foot-wide narrow column even^))

<Tygris> ::TJ looks at the column, wondering what it is, since he was not given the book detailing the Gym additions::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::while cleaning up the desk, finds some more unusual types of paper scattered in piles, including a scrap of metallicky wrapping paper for some reason. Blinks:: What has Hertz been *doing* here? ::then smiles a bit as she remembers cleaning up after Christmas with her mother, and twists the shiny paper into a wick, and wills it to ignite under her cupped hand in the metal wastebasket. Watches the greenish flame for a momen

<StormcrowSelkirk> ‘ve still got it.> ::wills the flame to go out, then resumes cleaning up::

<FletchRyder> Huh. ::turns, seeing the large column:: Cool. ::gives a bit of a toothy smile:: Sorry about that, Makenzie. ::turns around, pushing the same button to retract it::

<Hospital> <Column> :: then extends several small columngs perpendicularly, like tree brances. Rotates at its base, with the smaller columns retracting/extending, somewhat mimicing the moves of an opponet ::

<Tygris> ::Ty looks at Fletch, then asks “What is it Agent Ryder?”::

<Hans_Lynx> ::gets up and smiles:: Just making sure, Tasha. ::goes over and gets them their donuts and makes up some coffee:: I think that’d be best. I can take you home if you’d like.

<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::was wrapping a present for his pet goldfish, Lulabell! another fishy friend he learned was called a pirahna::

<Tabytha_Strayer> ((back))

<Tasha_Forge> ((WB!))

<FletchRyder> ((WB))

<Tasha_Forge> ((LOL! HERTZ!))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL!))

<Hospital> ((::dies::))

<FletchRyder> Uh, good question. ::flipping through manual now:: Better yet, how do you shut it off. ::pushes same button yet again::

<SypherSK> ((And, though we’re in the middle of things, I think I’m gonna have to head out. I’m about to fall asleep already.))

<JasonKorat> ((Okay, guys. I’m gonna head out. I’m still kinda dizzy from the fumes and that combined with the cigarette smoke from the bowling alley isn’t helping my headache any. ::hugs you all:: I’ll look into the logs and such tomorrow))

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods:: Yeah. I don’t wanna tear up my car. I’ll go see if a superior is in here in a few minutes.

<Tabytha_Strayer> ((Thank))

<Tabytha_Strayer> ((Okee, g’night!))

<Tasha_Forge> ((maww nights Kris and Sagey! ::hugs!::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((Goodnight to you, Sage!))

<FletchRyder> ((Have a good one, you two!))

<SypherSK> ((Thanks! G’nights, all!))

<JasonKorat> ((nights all!))

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<Tabytha_Strayer> ((I guess I’ll go, too…))

<Tygris> ::Ty takes out his Sword and says “There’s one way to shut it off if all fails”, then heads toward machine

<Hospital> <Hospital Staff> :: a bit late in reply. Direct Jenna to an on duty doctor ::

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<Tabytha_Strayer> ((Good night… and thanks for having me, everyone.))

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<Tasha_Forge> ((you don’t have to if you don’t want to. We all will keep going for a while longer. ^_^ ))

<Tasha_Forge> ((um..okay…lol!))

<Hospital> <Column> :: seemingly reacts to Tygris’s oncoming attack, moves along across the floor in defense, spinning and producing a metallic-looking blunt end that whirs into position to block the sword ::

<Tygris> ((ok, now we have to figure out how to stop this thing Fletch :) ))

<FletchRyder> ::pushing de’ buttons:: Let’s just take it easy. There’s bound to be an off switch.. somewhere.. ::regarding the control panel, not noticing the column’s actions behind him. scratches chin in thought::

<Hospital> <Second Column> :: elevates from the floor in similar fashion after Fletch’s button pushing, extending several smaller perpandicular “arms” ::

<Hans_Lynx> ::sits back down, sets her coffee on the table and hands her her donut::

<Tasha_Forge> ((<Tygris>::runs around the gym screaming in fear of the objects chasing him:: TURN IT OOOOOOFFFFFF! <Fletch> just a moment… ::rubs chin in though, back to the rest of the gym and oblivious to things around himself::))

<Hans_Lynx> Good idea. Especially when your other is in the shop already.

<Tygris> ::Tygris swipes his blade in several different styles, but the machine keeps up, as though it was programmed to defeat his attacks…::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> ::is directed! sits in the room and waits::

<Hospital> <Doctor> :: appears! :: Are you Jenna Clawson? :: looking at clipboard ::

<Tasha_Forge> ::Takes the cup carefully and sips it. nods to him:: Yeah..

<FletchRyder> ::turns around to see what progress he’s made, then blinks, and turns back to the control panel:: Okay, so that didn’t help. Um.. ::pushes a different button, one that looks big and more important than the rest::

<Hospital> <Column 1> :: spins around, whirring arms back and forth, somewhat defensively, somewhat offensively at Tyrgris :: <Column 2> :: approaches him from behind in similar fashion ::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::smiles:: That’s right.

<Tygris> ::Ty senses something amiss and notices the other column, he then backs up and is currently fending off two columns “Agent Ryder, I can’t hold them off forever!! just shoot the blasted Control box, i’ll pay for it!!::

<Hospital> <Big Button> :: causes a section of the floor under Tygris to evelate upwards, raising him and the “columns” upwards on seperate pillars in American Gladiator style. :: <Padded Mat> :: slides out across the floor below ::

<Hans_Lynx> Don’t worry, things will be alright.

<Tasha_Forge> I hope so… if not things could get interesting.

<FletchRyder> Hmm. Well, this is beyond me. Keep an eye on things in here, Makenzie, while I try and find one of those technicians. ::nose buried in manual as he exits the gym to go find a techie, as mun needs to head out::

* Hospital is now known as Doctor

<Doctor> Well, let’s have a look at the injury.

<Tasha_Forge> ((nights Kutlass! wave at me as you go through the state of OK tomorrow!))

<Hans_Lynx> ((<Jenna> Are you single? <Doctor> No. <Jenna> Poo. So what’s the situation? <Doc> You’re having Dr. Viper’s baby. <Jenna>::screaaams!:: <Doc>::busts up laughing:: Boy you’re gullible. <Jenna> Boy you’re going to need someone to doctor YOU doctor! ::beats::))

<Hans_Lynx> ((Night!))

<Hans_Lynx> ((Have fun!))

<FletchRyder> ((Well, you all have a good night, and a great week!))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL!))

<Tasha_Forge> ((you too!))

<FletchRyder> ((LOL))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((And, goodnight!))

* FletchRyder has quit IRC (Quit: Four out of five muggers agree: give me your wallet.)

<Hans_Lynx> You’d bring a great asset to the MBI if they didn’t. ::munches donut::

<Tasha_Forge> Yeah, if I didn’t tear it apart first. ::smirks::

<Doctor> ((<Professor Xavier> :: looking at a shipping manifest :: This is just an ordinary gym… where’d our Danger Room upgrade get shipped to? :: scratches head ::))

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> It’s gone now really… ::pulls up dress showing ankles and lower legs:: it healed in a matter of minutes.

<Tygris> ::Ty then rolls off into the the mat, puts away his blade, then runs out of the door, slamming it behind him, and pulls an out of order sign onto the door, then sighs, heading towards the showers::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*dead*))

<Hans_Lynx> ((::DEAD!::))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<Doctor> <Columns> :: resort to attacking one another XD ::

<Doctor> :: looks at her ankle, then feels it, checking for any kind of trauma :: Well, I can’t seem to find anything wrong.

<Tygris> ::Ty finishes in the shower, then tosses his uniform and his duffel into the locker, keeping the blade, then starts looking for Agent Ryder

<Tygris> (( I have to log, I have to be at work at 7am central, in about 7 hours, catch you later, and I look forward to working with the rest of you again))

<Doctor> (( See you later!))

<Tasha_Forge> ((nights Tygris! ))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((Fare thee well!))

<Hans_Lynx> ((Later then!))

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> I know. It’s strange.

<Tygris> ((can somebody fix that room before I come back? I would prefer the columns to be INanimate :) ))

* Tygris has left #mbi_sk

<Doctor> Well, seeing as there’s nothing wrong, I think you should be all right to leave. If you start to feel any different, just come back for a reexamination.

<Hans_Lynx> We’ll just have to see what the doctor says tomorrow.

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> ::nods and smiles. stands again letting her dress down:: Thank you doctor.

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods:: Yeah we will. What time is the appointment?

<Doctor> No, thank you. You’re the first patient in weeks I’ve had who hasn’t :: makes his finger go across his throat in a “died” motion :: on me.

<Hans_Lynx> Nine am.

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::eyes widen at that:: Eh heh… yey for me then. ::takes up her purse and makes a quick exit XD::

<Tasha_Forge> Ugh…why so early? I was hoping to sleep in.

<Doctor> :: looks at clipboard :: As a matter of fact, I can bump up some of these appointments. :: exits the room, clipboard in hand ::

<Doctor> <MBI Phone> :: rings ::

<Hans_Lynx> I thought you were hoping to get this condition solved.

<Tasha_Forge> I am but still. ::perks ears at the phone:: you wanna get that…else I break the phone. ::smirks::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::picks up the phone again:: Megakat Bureau of Investigation. ::wonders who it’ll be this time::

<Doctor> Yes, this is Dr. Killjoy at Megakat Memorial. We’ve just had several spots cleared up, and should an Agent Tasha Forge be able, we could see her now.

<StormcrowSelkirk> Oh . . . uh, okay, I’ll let her know . . .

<Doctor> :: hangs up ::

<Tasha_Forge> ((::snorts at the name. At least its not a Dr. Payne like my dentist’s was::))

<Hans_Lynx> Someone’s gotten it apparently. ::as the ringing stopped. finished donuts::

<Hans_Lynx> ((XD We had a school nurse named that. XD))

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods:: Apparently so. ::polishes off her coffee and donut::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((::hopes it’s okay to put it off until next session, because mun is about to fall asleep and slip off the couch and hurt herself::))

<Tasha_Forge> ((Just say she contacted Tasha real quicklike so we all can continue on))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((Okay then))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::goes and tells Tasha about the call, then quickly goes back to straightening up the desk. Is not in a mood for small talk::

<Tasha_Forge> ((Nights LS! ::hugs!::))

<Doctor> ((<LS> :: prefers big talk ::))

<Tasha_Forge> ((LOL!))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((Goodnight all!))

<Tasha_Forge> ::gets up and dusts off and crumbs on herself:: Ready?

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((When do we make up our minds about the new folk?))

<Hans_Lynx> ((Night!))

<Tasha_Forge> ((I’m not sure. we’ll have to ask Sagey I guess. or one of us can relay your decision if you already have it made))

<Hans_Lynx> ((whenever, just soon I think. Not sure if Sage is going to ask for opinions or not in LJ or something))

<Doctor> ((Sagey and her appointed visers shalt make judgement in secret collusion)))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((lol, sounds good.))

<Hans_Lynx> ::gets up:: Yes. Follow me. ::leads her to his car::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((Nights!))

* StormcrowSelkirk has quit IRC (Quit: “We all loved the movie, and we all agreed: Hannibal and Clarice captured our hearts and then a)

* Doctor is now known as Dr_Killjoy

<Tasha_Forge> ::follows! will let him get the door:: Um..you mind opening your door? I don’t wanna like..tear it up.

<Hans_Lynx> I’ll open the door and buckle your seat belt too. ::opens door:: Get in.

<Tasha_Forge> ::laughs:: this is rediculous. ::gets in like a good girl. XD lets him buckle seatbelt for her::

<Hans_Lynx> ::buckles it up and shuts her door. goes ’round and gets in! fwee the proper amount of time and they arrive at Megakat Memorial. makes sure to open door and unbuckle her too XD::

<Tasha_Forge> ::lol! yay! fwee! gets out and heads inside with him:: I sure hope this doc can tell us whats going on.

<Hans_Lynx> ::makes sure to hold doors open for her too when they go in::

<Hans_Lynx> So do I. I’m sure he can. ::speaks to receptionist to find where Dr. Killjoy is XD::

<Dr_Killjoy> <Receptionist> :: directs them to a room ::

<Hans_Lynx> ::leads her to said room, opens door and waits with her for the doc::

<Tasha_Forge> ::goes into the room. takes a seat in there to wait. hates doctors..course who really likes them ? XD::

<Dr_Killjoy> :: soon enters the room, looking at clipboard :: Ah, Tashyra Forge, what seems to be the problem?

<Hans_Lynx> ::weird people -g-::

<Hans_Lynx> ::leans against nearby wall to stay out of the way::

<Dr_Killjoy> ((<Doctor> You realize the quality of this medical experience is directly related to the quality level your MBI insurance policy dictates? <Tasha> Uh, I think I’ll just wait this one out myself then… ))

<Tasha_Forge> Well…I’ve had some odd happenings. Seems I’ve picked up some extra strength. eh heh… I think it may have something to do with some sort of plantimal looking thing attacking me the other day.

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIES!::))

<Dr_Killjoy> Extra strength? Could you be more specific?

<Hans_Lynx> ((::diies::))

<Tasha_Forge> Well um…::glances around then plucks an ink pen from his pocket. proceeds to bend that all into funky shapes. XD::

<Dr_Killjoy> :: blinks :: Well, that’s certainly interesting, but not impossible.

<Dr_Killjoy> ((<Doctor> Let me just add the cost of that pen, an anniversary present no less, to your tab ))

<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))

<Tasha_Forge> well no but..i’ve done that, jerked cabinet doors off their hinges, bent that said door like it was nothing and then implanted it into a wall.

<Tasha_Forge> ((LOL!!))

<Hans_Lynx> She barely shoved me and sent me flying across the room too, Dr. Killjoy.

<Dr_Killjoy> Uh-huh :: taking notes now, with another pen. :: Why don’t you walk over here and step on this scale.

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods. gets up and goes over, kicking boots off quickly then climbs on::

<Dr_Killjoy> :: adjusts it, then quirks an eyebrow :: 200 pounds… :: looks her over anew ::

<Tasha_Forge> ::blinks. points at the scale:: That thing can’t be right! I ain’t no 200 pounds!

<Dr_Killjoy> Hrm… :: reaches over to a nearby drawer, removing a skin caliper :: Could you extend your arm?

<Tasha_Forge> ::does so!::

<Hans_Lynx> ::hides a snicker at hearing her exasperated over her weight::

<Dr_Killjoy> :: takes measurements :: No, that’s not right at all… :: puts it away :: Would you mind stepping into the other room for an x-ray?

<Tasha_Forge> ::hey now! you’d freak too if you went from 125 to 200! XD::

<Tasha_Forge> Sure. Whatever you need. ::steps off the scales and follows!::

<Hans_Lynx> ::goes out in hall:: I’ll be right here for you, Tasha.

<Dr_Killjoy> Please stand here :: points to a spot on the floor ::

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods to Hans then stands where the doc indicates::

<Dr_Killjoy> :: presses a button on the wall :: <Large Plate> :: rotates around her, providing a full panoramic x-ray of her body that soon shows up on a digital display on the wall :: <Doctor> :: looks at it, scratching his chin ::

<Tasha_Forge> ::looks at it herself if she can see.::

<Dr_Killjoy> Oh, you can move now :: distractedly :: Most interesting…

<Hans_Lynx> ::waiting patiently in hall like a good boy::

<Tasha_Forge> ::moves then! walks over by where he is:: What is it?

<Dr_Killjoy> Well, this is impossible, but…:: looks anew :: These x-rays would seem to suggest that your bone density has over tripled.

<Tasha_Forge> ::blinks:: tripled? But why? What would cause that?

<Dr_Killjoy> I don’t know… but that wouldn’t account for all of you added weight. Your body has the healthy amount of fat that’s to be expected, as the caliper test showed… so it must be your muscle mass becoming denser as well. :: scratches chin ::

<Tasha_Forge> Well can it be reversed whatever it is? I mean….me tearing things up isn’t exactly my idea of how I wanted to live my life you know…

<Dr_Killjoy> I’ll have to have several tests run…I don’t know. :: takes out a syringe :: I’ll have to run a toxicology test on your blood.

<Hans_Lynx> ::worried he is maw… pacing the hall::

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods and holds out arm for him:: do whatever you have to do. ::looks away. eek! needle!::

<Dr_Killjoy> Huh, that’s interesting…

<Tasha_Forge> What? :looks back over at him::

<Hans_Lynx> ((<Tasha> What? Oh that tattoo. Yeah, people thought I was one bad kid with a Teddy Ruxbin tattoo, but now it just looks creepy.))

<Dr_Killjoy> :: holds up syringe :: <Needle> :: is severely bent ::

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<Dr_Killjoy> ((::snorks::))

<Tasha_Forge> ::eyes widen:: Um…not good.

<Dr_Killjoy> Signs of skin density too it would seem… did you even feel that?

<Tasha_Forge> Nope. I never felt a thing.

<Hans_Lynx> ::see you’re Supa She-Kat! XD::

<Dr_Killjoy> Well… I’m going to have to transfer you to another physician. This is a bit out of my area of expertise.

<Tasha_Forge> ::HA! now if I could only fly….XD nods:: Alright. Just tell me who and all.

<Dr_Killjoy> I’ll be transfering you to Dr. Konway. He’s a biochemist who’s had more experience with this type of thing.

<Tasha_Forge> Okay. Are you setting up the appointment or do I need to do so?

<Dr_Killjoy> I’ll go ahead and forward you the information. Just… be careful until then.

<Tasha_Forge> I will. When do you think he’ll be able to get me in?

<Dr_Killjoy> Soon. :: looks at clipboard :: Very soon, trust me. :: a bit nervously ::

<Tasha_Forge> Alright. Um..you want my cell number to call when he’s ready to see me?

<Dr_Killjoy> I have no doubt that he’ll contact you personally.

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods:: okay. Thank you, Dr. Killjoy. ::smiles some then exits the room!::

<Hans_Lynx> ::stops pacing and looks over at her:: Well? What’s the diagnosis?

<Tasha_Forge> He’s referring me to a Dr. Konway. ::glances around to make sure no one else is around and in hearing range:: seems my bone density has more than tripled, possibly my muscle density and skin density. He couldn’t even get a needle in me to draw blood! ::looks worried::

<Hans_Lynx> ::blinks:: Did you mention the plantimals to him? If not you better do so with Dr. Konway. I know he’s worked for the Enforcers a lot.

<Tasha_Forge> I told him when we first were in there. He said this was out of his league pretty much. :;sighs. rubs at an arm:: This worries me now..moreso than it did.

* Dr_Killjoy is now known as Dr_Viper

<Dr_Viper> :: atop a nearby building, dressed as incognito as possible, looking through a pair of binoculars at where he expects a couple to exit the hospital to get to their car in the parking lot ::

<Hans_Lynx> ::puts an arm around her shoulders and starts walking with her out of the hospital:: Don’t worry, Tasha. Dr. Konway will help.

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods and walks with him.:: I hope so… until he contacts me though I’ll just have to be careful. I’m gonna ask for sick leave for a while till this is over.

<Hans_Lynx> I’m sure they’ll give it to you. ::opens doors for her and such when the exit. makes way to his car:: Want me to stay with you while Joe’s on duty?

<Tasha_Forge> ::smirks:: no, I think I can handle it. I mean…I’m not helpless thats for sure. Just..worried about whatever this is doing this.

<Dr_Viper> :: sees the two get into the car :: Exssssssellent. All issssss progressssssing perfectly… :: retreats away, causing the binoculars to briefly flash a glimmer of light in their direction ::

<Hans_Lynx> ::helps her in the car ‘n all, after buckles belt for her stands. notes a small glimmer of light from atop a building, pausing a moment not shutting her door yet::

<Tasha_Forge> ::lets him. notes him not shutting the door:: What is it?

<Hans_Lynx> Thought I saw something on the roof over there.

<Tasha_Forge> ::looks that way:: like what? ::Trying to see something if she can::

<Dr_Viper> <Rooftop> :: is vacant ::

<Hans_Lynx> I dunno… guess it was nothing. ::shuts her door now and gets in his car. starts it up and pulls out of the hospital’s lot::

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods. settles back into her seat now. hopes Dr. Konway calls soon::