2008-03-09

<Joseph_Forge> RPG GO!
<Joseph_Forge> ::In his office! yes! and muns other charas available too!::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::im in yr airport, eatin my foodz::
<Joseph_Forge> ((::snorks LS!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> ::is… IMing Angela. >D::
<Joseph_Forge> <Angela> ::well fine then!  I’m replying as I’m at home for once! IM me baby!::
<Mark_Sulfur> “Shouldn’t you be at work?”
<Joseph_Forge> <Angela> “Night off actually. What about you? Shouldn’t BE at work? ”
* Joseph_Forge is now known as Angela_Daniels
<Mark_Sulfur> “Unlike some people, I AM at work.”
<Angela_Daniels> “LOL! Well some of us do get nights off. My first one in two weeks.”
<Felony> ((sorry ’bout that ::had to take care of something quicklike:: ))
<StormcrowSelkirk> ((’tis fine))
<Angela_Daniels> ((is okies!))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((WB!))
<Mark_Sulfur> “I see. Congrats.”
<Angela_Daniels> “Thanks.  What time do you get off work?”
* McGrath has joined
* ChanServ sets mode: +o McGrath
<StormcrowSelkirk> ((Lo!))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((hey Matt!))
<Angela_Daniels> ((Hey Matt! ))
<McGrath> ((Heyas))
<Felony> ((hey Matt!))
<Mark_Sulfur> “Around… 9 tonight, I think….”
<Angela_Daniels> “Good Luck. If its anything like my schedule its a big ‘if’.  Been back to the pub lately?”
* McGrath is now known as Airport
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::is sitting by the gate with her food, waiting for boarding to start::
* Felony is now known as Swytch
<Mark_Sulfur> “Heh. Not really.”
<Angela_Daniels> “Awww you should! Tim and I go at least once a week.  Its our weekly outing together.”
<Swytch> ::sippin’ her drink. finished it and tosses empty cup into nearby trashcan without much effort::
<Airport> <Intercom> “flight 754 now boarding at terminal Z-5″
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::is not very impressed. Eventually finishes her fries, and pitches the bag::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::looks up, presumably that’s us::
<Mark_Sulfur> “I guess I could give it a try…”
<Angela_Daniels> ” You should. I think everyone there would love to see you around more often. Tim enjoyed seeing you again.”
<Swytch> ::stands:: About time.
<StormcrowSelkirk> :;shoulders her backpack:: No kidding. Well, let’s get going.
<Mark_Sulfur> “He’s insane. *grins*”
<Swytch> ::puts knapsack on her back and heads onto the proper terminal::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::goes with!::
<Angela_Daniels> “LOL! you can say that again. You should hear the stories he tells me from the contruction sights”
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::checks her boarding pass to see where her seat is::
<Mark_Sulfur> “Oh? Like what?”
<Swytch> ((<Nightshade>::is on the plane. is the passenger who kicks at the back of Stormcrow’s seat the whole time::))
<Shades> (( ::DIES:: ))
<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*DIES*))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::dies!::))
<Angela_Daniels> “Last one he told me was about the guy that irritated him too much. He locked him in the portable litter box for a couple of hours.”
<Airport> <Airline Rep> :: running their tickets at the terminal, let’s them go past. Their seats be near the back ::
<Mark_Sulfur> ((<Stormcrow, Nightshade and Swytch> ::stuck on a desert island in a heartbeat, try to see who gets to be queen of the island::))
<Shades> (( <Shades>::KICK:: <LS> =__= <Shades>::KICKKICK:: <LS> STOP! <Shades> ….. No. ::KICK:: <LS>::Sets Shades’ on fire:: ))
<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*dead*))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::dies!::))
<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*DIES both*))
<Angela_Daniels> ((::DIIES!::))
<Swytch> ((::DEAD!!::))
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::down down down the plane we go! At least we’ll be near the lavatory back here::
<Swytch> He could have at least gotten us first class.  *I* could’ve gotten us first class.
<Mark_Sulfur> “See, this is why I tried not to tick him off.”
<Angela_Daniels> “He’d have never done anything to you, Mark. He always liked you.  You were like a brother to him. Of course he was stuck with a lil sister instead of a lil brother so he had to go and adopt one.”
<Airport> <Plane> :: after the normal pre-flight boarding procedures, the plane eventually takes off, and after the appropriate amount of travel time of about 7 hours, the plane lands anew XD ::
<StormcrowSelkirk> Hey, the less attention we attract, the better. ::is sick of Swytch complaining:: It’s not like this is a vacation, for either of us.
<Shades> (( <Angela>”Oh yeah, and there was this one time they shut a guy up with this Lynx guy… The victim came out with white hair and vowing he’d never laugh at IBS again.” ))
<StormcrowSelkirk> ((lol))
<Swytch> ((brb again -_-;))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((DEAD!!))
<Angela_Daniels> ((LOL!!!))
<Mark_Sulfur> “Oh, that I know.”
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::tries to pass the time by reading the various magazines in the seat pocket. Occasionally asks Swytch for a crossword clue::
<Angela_Daniels> “I still remember you guys locking me out of the room when you’d play video games. Something about that was boys stuff and not girl stuff.”
<Mark_Sulfur> “*laughs* Well, it was an all boy’s club.”
<Angela_Daniels> “Oh well I see how it is. So next time you guys are eating together I just need to leave? XD”
<Mark_Sulfur> “Exactly.”
<Angela_Daniels> “LOL! Fine. I WAS going to invite you out for a late dinner when you got off but I see how it is.”
<Airport> <Plane Window> :: outside, the relatively sunny sky gradually turns cloudy, as precipitation builds up ::
<Mark_Sulfur> “Tim isn’t gonna be there, right? So it’s not exclusive.”
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::frowns at that, isn’t terribly comfortable with flying through foul weather::
<Angela_Daniels> “Ha ha..funny. No Tim isn’t gonna be there.  Where you wanna go? Somewhere not fancy preferably. I’m already lounging and don’t feel like getting dressed up”
<Mark_Sulfur> ((<Stormcrow> ::curses when the plane goes through turbulence caused by flying chickens and ducks:: <Sage> ::is bricked for the bad pun::))
<Angela_Daniels> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*dies*))
<Mark_Sulfur> “I thought YOU were takingn me out to dinner.”
<Angela_Daniels> “Yeah but I’m letting you pick. Plus you know I don’t make any money so gotta be cheap.” ::LOL! prolly makes nearly twice his salary XD::
<Mark_Sulfur> “‘Don’t make any money?!’ What’re they paying you, peanuts?”
* Airport is now known as Flight_Attendant
<Flight_Attendant> :: walking down the aisle, offering refreshments ::
<Angela_Daniels> “Nahh…hospital jello seems to be their payment of choice.”
<Flight_Attendant> <Seat Belt Sign> :: goes on right before she can get to LS and Swytch XD ::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::looks up as the attendant approaches, then sighs when the sign goes on. Oh well, still has a bag of donuts in her backpack::
* Flight_Attendant is now known as Intercom
<Intercom> :: dings :: “This is the captain speaking. We’re going to be experiencing a bit of turbulance for the last part of our trip as the monsoon season seems to have cropped up a bit early this year.”
<StormcrowSelkirk> Oh, wonderful. ::clings! to her seat::
<Mark_Sulfur> “Oooooookay.”
<Intercom> “We should be arriving at Bogato International Airport within the hour, so please remain seated.”
* Intercom is now known as Airplane
<Airplane> :: jostles a bit more, the rain seen going horizontally across the windows ::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::is clinging to her seat tight enough that it would be hard to get up, so yes, is remaining seated::
<Angela_Daniels> “LOL! Come on..where you wanna meet? The pub? Or you want somewhere quieter? ”
<Mark_Sulfur> “Naw. The pub’s fine.”
<Shades> (( <LS>::Clings to her seat:: This is ALL YOUR FAULT. <Swytch> Hey I didn’t tell you to eat all those mongo peppers! YOU DID THIS. <LS> NO I DIDN’T!! You’re the Demon. Stup this! <Swytch> I have no control over this!)
<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*dying*))
<Angela_Daniels> ((::DIIES!::))
<Swytch> ((back))
<Angela_Daniels> “alright. see you there at 9:30? Should be quieter than normal.  Most have gone home by then.”
<Mark_Sulfur> “You’re talking about a pub full of Scottish and Irish kats. That’s early?”
<Mark_Sulfur> ((DEAD!!!))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((WB!))
<StormcrowSelkirk> ((wb!))
<Angela_Daniels> ((WB!))
<Swytch> ::calm she is. looks over at Stormcrow:: Please tell me this is not your first time flying…
<Angela_Daniels> “Okay so maybe they’ll be drunk by then and you can slip in unnoticed?”
<Shades> (( <Mark> Nah, I’m hoping for free booze because they’re too drunk to realize they forgot to make me pay ))
<StormcrowSelkirk> It isn’t. I went on a few trips with my mom when I was a kitten, but they were never this long or bumpy.
<Angela_Daniels> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::snorkdies!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> “man, I hope not.”
<Shades> (( <McGrath>::adjusts his paper sitting across from them:: Oh it’s the only way to travel. I pick the best flights ever. ::smirk:: <LS> =___= ::thumps him with a shoe:: ))
<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((:dies!:;))
<Swytch> ((LOL!))
<Angela_Daniels> “LOL! well we’ll have a good time anyway. So see you there!”
<Angela_Daniels> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Swytch> If anything happens, I’m certain your powers will come in handy.
<StormcrowSelkirk> I’d rather not have to think about that. ::does at least cling less tightly, though::
<Mark_Sulfur> “Sure thing. See you then.”  – *Sulfur1977 has signed off*
<Airplane> :: after a few more bumps, the plane finally lands at the airport, much to the relief of most of the passengers :: <Intercom> “Well, that was a bit rought, but we made it alright. Local time in Bogato is 3 pm, and the weather is obviously a bit wet, so I hope you brought your umbrellas. Thank for choosing Megakat Airlines,”
<Airplane> ((thanks^))
<Angela_Daniels> ::signs off and goes get ready! will meet him at the pub!::
<Swytch> You’re not welcome. ::says as she gets up:: C’mon, Elizabeth.  ::gets her pack from overhead and shoves her way past the other passengers XD::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::breathes a sigh of relief as they land. Gets up and fetches her backpack from the overhead::
<StormcrowSelkirk> Sorry, sorry . . . ::mumbles apologies for Swytch as she follows her::
<Airplane> <Passenger> :: is shoved and falls back in his seat :: Hey! Watch where you’re – :: pauses :: Hey, is that who I think it is?
<Shades> (( <Swytch> Yes I am who you think I am! <Passenger> I TOLD YOU it was Katherina Zeta Jones! ))
<Angela_Daniels> (LOL!!))
<Swytch> NO it isn’t. ::keeps on lol having fans helped at security, but doesn’t wanna deal with them now. nearing the exit of the  plane::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))
<Swytch> ((::DEAD::))
<Mark_Sulfur> ::gets to that there pub, lad and lassie!::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::glad to hear that! Wants to get this over with and get home, and not be held up by fans::
<Angela_Daniels> ::you betta! is already at a booth! in some jeans, high heeled boots, and a light green long sleeved shirt::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::gets there in his jeans, boots and dark blue shirt tucked in with a white undershirt::
* Airplane is now known as Airport_Terminal
<Angela_Daniels> ::waves him over!::
<Swytch> ::finally exits plane!  waits on Storm as she prolly got hung back abit with her politeness::
<Airport_Terminal> :: once they get off the plane, someone in the terminal can be seen holding up a sign with the name “selkirk” written on it ::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::what language is spoken/written here in Bogato?::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::sees that, though!:: I guess McGrath really did plan this out. ::heading toward the kat with the sign::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::waves back, goes sit, waves at a few patrons in there::
* Airport_Terminal is now known as Dirty_Dan_Stevenson
<Swytch> ::follows Stormcrow::
<Swytch> ((::dies:: OH NOEZ! Dirty Dan!))
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> ‘Oy, you the two I’ve been waitin’ to pick up?
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::DIES!!::))
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> <flies> :: can be seen buzzing around him ::
<StormcrowSelkirk> Well, I’m Selkirk, so I guess so. Who sent you? ::raises an eyebrow at the flies::
<Mark_Sulfur> ((<Dirty Dan> Sorry about the mess. Had a couple zombies that just wouldn’t leave me alone… ever had one of those days?))
<Swytch> ::scowling at him, folds arms::
<Shades> (( <Dirty Dan> Yer MOMMA. ))
<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))
<Swytch> ((::snorks!:: <McGrath> I was happy to hear he survived the Latvia incident.  So I booked him just for you two.  ::smile… of EVIL::))
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> Name’s Dan Stevenson, pilot extraordinaire, but ‘moy friends just call me Dirty Dan. Never could figure out why :: responding to LS :: I don’t ask too many questions, Ma’am. I deals in cash and cash is what I got.
<Shades> (( <LS> …. I no longer trust you, McGrath. <McGrath> Aww… I’m hurt. ))
<Angela_Daniels> See you made it here.  ::smiles:: I haven’t ordered yet so order whatever you want. ::sips some water.::
<Angela_Daniels> ((::Dying!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> ::chuckles, orders some milk:; Thanks. Enjoying your night off?
<Swytch> I can tell you why, you’re absolutely filthy.
<Shades> (( <dirty dan> I’m allergic to soap… <LS> And water? <Dirty Dan> … What’s water? ))
<Swytch> ((::dead::))
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> :: smiles, several golden teeth showin’ :: I makes it a policy not to flirt with the clientelle, miss, but in your case I could make an exception.
<Shades> (( ::DIES:: ))
<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*dying all*))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::DIES!!::)
<Shades> (( <Dirty dan>::Dances a jig:: If you think I’m sexy and ya want my body come on baby let me know! <Swytch>::MAIMKILLMAIM:: ))
<Angela_Daniels> I am. ::grins:: Finally got some stuff done I been needing to do.  Though believe me work isn’t far away. ::pats at her cell on the table:: Thankfully when its your night off they don’t call unless its an absolute emergency.
<Mark_Sulfur> ((<Stormcrow> SWYTCH! <Swytch> I’ve always hated Rob Stewart…))
<Swytch> Please, don’t.  Let’s just GO.
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::bites her lip:: I guess that’ll have to do. ::to Swytch:: Look, just stay calm. We’ll get this over with soon enough.
<Swytch> ((::diesboth!::))
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> Now, if you got all yer luggage we can be in the air and at your desitation faster than it takes a kangeroo to beat a koala at chess. This way! :: leads them down the terminal ::
<StormcrowSelkirk> Actually, I still have a suitcase I need to pick up. ::as she follows him::
<Shades> (( <dirty Dan> What’s in it? <LS> My zombie making kit. <Dan>::Runs away:: <Swytch>::sighs:: We loose all the good help that way. ))
<Swytch> You have more than that?  WHY did you bring so much?
<Swytch> ((LOL))
<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*dies*))
<Mark_Sulfur> ::chuckles:: Gotcha. So how’s life aside work?
<StormcrowSelkirk> Hey, you were there when I checked it in. I had no idea what we might go up against, so I wanted to be prepared.
<StormcrowSelkirk> It’s not a big suitcase, it shouldn’t be a problem.
<Angela_Daniels> Its going pretty good. Got a good place in downtown. Got lucky and a vacant place opened up in some apartments not far from where I work.  And uh…really thats it. ::laughs:: I’m boring I know.
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> Well, baggage claim’s right there :: points to a nearby location :: Any my plane’s right there :: points out the terminal window :: <Plane> :: seems to be in worse condition than last time, with additional duct tape ::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::gulps as she sees the plane:: I’ll be right back. Swytch, would you come with me?
<Swytch> Good. Because you’re the one carrying it.  Hurry up so we can get to… the plane…? ::eyes widen at it::
<Mark_Sulfur> How can you be boring? you save lives every day.
<StormcrowSelkirk> Swytch? Please come with me? ::teeth-gritting smile and nod toward the baggage claim::
<Swytch> … Very well.  Just a moment,… Dirty Dan. ::goes with Storm::
<Angela_Daniels> ::Shrugs, smiles:: well that part isn’t boring I guess.  The rest of my life is. I go home, I pig out on ice cream, work out, and go to bed. Do it all over again the next day.
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::once they’re by the luggage belt and out of earshot, gives Swytch a wide-eyed freaked look:: What in the names of the Holy Kats was McGrath thinking? We can’t go on that plane!
<Swytch> I admit it is very unnerving, but I believe McGrath wouldn’t put us on something that would kill you.
<Mark_Sulfur> Well, we’re both on the same boat, then.
<Shades> (( <Swytch> …. unless… do you owe him money? <LS> No. ))
<Swytch> ((LOL))
<StormcrowSelkirk> I’m sure he wouldn’t *mean* for it to kill me, but he’s put me through life-threatening stuff before. My luck can’t last forever.
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> <McGrath> :: speaking of him, awaits the crime lab’s results for the hair samples ::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ((lol))
<Angela_Daniels> We lead such wonderfully exciting lives. ::grins.::  We need a life, Mark.  Seriously. At our age, still single, no fun save for work..thats sad.
<Swytch> <crime lab>::informs them they belong to one Jenna Marie Clawson. give him file on her from back during the whole UB3R crisis as they had all the she-kats from that:;
<Swytch> We are not quitting now! ::glares at her::
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> :: slaps at a fly several times, missing each time ::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::chuckles:: I’m actually enjoying it.
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> <McGrath> :: frowns, taking the information with him, likely in hard copy format, and goes to Captain Korat’s office, knocking on the door ::
<Angela_Daniels> Oh really? Well if you’re enjoying it, then shouldn’t change it.
<Mark_Sulfur> <Jason> ::signing a couple reports, looks up:: C’min.
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::sees her suitcase coming around. Grits her teeth as she hauls it off the belt, and pulls up the handle for wheeling:: Fine. But if that plane falls apart in mid-air and I die, I swear I’ll haunt you no matter what realm you’re in. ::heads back over to Dan::
<Mark_Sulfur> What about you?
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> <McGrath> :: enters :: Jenna Clawson was the one who attacked the MBI. :: hands him the folder :: The technology matches her M.O., along with the handwriting and the DNA evidence.
<Angela_Daniels> ::shrugs:: I dunno. Its hard to find a tom that understands my schedule, not to mention have time to go look.
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> Want me to grab that for ya’ love? :: holds out a fingerless-gloved hand ::
<Swytch> If the plane crashes, I’ll die with you. ::rolls eyes and goes back to ol’ Dirty Dan::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::shakes head:: No thanks, I’ve got it. ::didn’t pack any sanitizing spray::
<Swytch> Lead the way, Dan.
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> :: leads them out a side door, presenting his pilot’s license (both parts of it as it’s been ripped in half) then proceeds to the nearby plane ::
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> :: to the security that is ::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::you are going to owe me so much for this, McGrath! Goes with::
<Swytch> ::follows them, frowning at the plane::
<Mark_Sulfur> <Jason> ::signing a couple reports, looks up:: C’min. ((in case McGmun missed. ;D))
<Mark_Sulfur> Yeah… we usually have to make with what we have, I guess.
<Swytch> ((lol McGrath responded to that, Jasemun.))
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> <Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> <McGrath> :: enters :: Jenna Clawson was the one who attacked the MBI. :: hands him the folder :: The technology matches her M.O., along with the handwriting and the DNA evidence.
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> ((in case Sage missed XD ))
<Angela_Daniels> Oh yeah.  We do.  I do get picked on at work a lot about it but myeh..let the young ones be all boy crazy. Mr. Right will be there for me when its time.
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> :: opens the door for them :: <Plane> :: is a single prop-plane that’s seen better days. Room for at least half a dozen and some cargo ::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::picks up her suitcase and boards the plane. Takes a seat near the front, and keeps her suitcase at her feet this time::
<Shades> (( <Mark> I could be your Mr. Right. ::winks:: ))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((LOL!))
<Swytch> ::climbs in after her and sits down. keeping knapsack on her lap::
<Angela_Daniels> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Swytch> ((<Mark> The Price is Right.))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((:beats head:: In the words of a once whiney former rper – “You type too fast!” ::scrolled up. Sorry, Matt! XD:;))
<Mark_Sulfur> <Jason> :frowning:: What?! :takes the folder, flips through it::
* Shades is now known as _21_
<Swytch> ((::snorks!::))
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> Alright, now if you’re all strapped in we’ll be gettng out of here and to these here coordi-naytes :: has them scribbled down in Sharpie on his hand, radios the airport :: Tower, thid is DIR dash T33 requestin’ permission for takeoff :: starting the engine ::
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> <Folder> :: will find that all of the information is proper ::
<_21_> ::guess who is up to no good! Tis I! acoherant and going through the power lines. Specific quest in mind: Information gathering. Okay so he was fed up with idlying around and wanted to create some chaos::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::straps herself in tight, holds her backpack in her lap and her suitcase between her feet::
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> <Tower> “DIR-T33, you are cleared for takeoff”
<Mark_Sulfur> You too, huh?
<Swytch> ::buckles in! XD::
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> <Rainstorm> :: it’s still pouring outside. Visibility is a bit poor ::
<Mark_Sulfur> <Jason> Great… ::rubs at his eyes:: We got a APB on her?
<Swytch> ((::snorks!:: dirty leet XD))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::DIES!::))
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> Alright then, we’re off now, mates! :: throttles up, getting onto the runway and in short time, despite the plane’s squeaking protests, makes it into the air ::
<Angela_Daniels> ::laughs some:: yep.  Take it the kats at work bug you too?
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::tries not to dig her claws into the armrests::
<Mark_Sulfur> ((Dirty Dan> Roger that, G1DD33 UP 409))
<Swytch> ((::DEAD::))
<_21_> ::stops at the hall of records, seeing if he can look up those kats who got ahold of him before. looking to find the names attached to those faces::
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> <McGrath> Court ordered warrant :: slides it across his desk :: You’re heading up the tactical division. I just investigate things :: turns away ::
<Swytch> ::puts arms through the strap loops of her knapsack in case things get a bit crazy in here with the weather and this ol’ plane::
<Mark_Sulfur> <Jason> I don’t suppose I could ask YOU to arrest her, could I? <Cuz’ if *I* go, she’ll either tie me down, or kill me.>
<Swytch> ((<Jase> And make people angry. <McGrath> I do that for fun.))
<Angela_Daniels> ((<Jase> I love how he gives orders to his superiors…. -_-))
<StormcrowSelkirk> ((lol))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((;DIES!::))
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> Whoever arranged your little trip is a smart one he is :: having put on his flying goggles :: This whole jungle area is full of guerillas fighting the local government. All the roads have either been destroyed or are too dangerous to travel on. We can just fly right past and head for the summit right there on the horizon :: points ::
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> <Horizon> :: a relatively tall mountain can be seen, high above what looks to be a massive jungle. A lot of snow can be seen at the peak ::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::looks ahead to where he points, thinking:: <I guess McGrath knew what he was getting us into after all.>
<Mark_Sulfur> Who do you think drug me here the other night?
<Angela_Daniels> ::laughs:: Lemme guess? The two toms with you? ::smirks::
<Swytch> ::looks out the front window there. squinting to see from the weather:: Our associate is wise.
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> <McGrath> :: doesn’t respond to that, disappearing around the hallway ::
<Mark_Sulfur> Both married, one witha kitten on the way.
<Mark_Sulfur> <Jason> I guess not. ::sighs heavily and stands::
<_21_> ::Frowns at the database. Gets most of the information he wants. Decides to head back to hence he came::
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> He must be. He picked me :: points a thumb at himself :: I’m the best there is in this business. Heck, there was this one time I flew myself out of nasty situation in Eurpoe, you wouldn’t believe what- <EXPLOSION> :: nearby the outside of the plane, rocking it ::
<StormcrowSelkirk> Aah! ::clings to her seat, looks out the window:: What was that?!
<Angela_Daniels> ::shakes head:: And they both want the same thing for you, huh?
<_21_> (( <Dirty Dan> Oh uh.. that was… nothing! heheheheh… <Swytch>::Looks out:: Why is there only one engine? <Dan> Uhhhhh….. ))
<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*dies*))
<Angela_Daniels> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Swytch> ::gasps, flops backwards from leaning forward to look out the window. bonks head on the cabin. rubs it:: What was thT?
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> Gah! :: grabbing the controls with both hands :: <Gunfire> :: can be seen and heard as tracers go through the wings of the plane, some even coming up through the floor barely missing the occupants ::
<Swytch> ((::dead!!::))
<Swytch> ((that^ even::))
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::wide-eyed with terror, clinging to her seat. Backpack goes onto the floor.::
<_21_> (( <Dan> Oh Yay the welcoming committee! Quick take out yer guns and signal back you’re jsut here visiting! <LS> Say WHAT?))
<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))
<Swytch> ::hisses:: Don’t those mortals even break for a storm?!
<Mark_Sulfur> ”
<Mark_Sulfur> looking out for me” is what they call it.
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> <Gunfire> :: after a moment, ceases :: <Dirty Dan> Heh, well, that was a close call there. <Engine> :: erupts into flames ::
<Angela_Daniels> ::laughs:: Don’t worry. Tim does the same thing to me. He’s the worst about trying to find me a date. ::Shakes head:: ANd his ideas of good toms are scary.
<Swytch> ((::diiies!::))
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::grabs the handles of her suitcase and backpack:: We need to get out of here! Now!
<Mark_Sulfur> Oh? Such as?
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> <Paneling> :: a lot of starts to fall off, allowing the wind and rain from the outside to start coming into the cabin ::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::hauls on her backpack, leaves the suitcase behind:: Captain, what’s our altitude?!
<Swytch> ::pulls on her knapsack on her back quickly::
<Swytch> ::buttons up her long velvety jacket::
<_21_> (( <Dan> Alititude? What’s that? <Swytch> =___= ))
<Swytch> ((::snorks!::))
<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))
<Angela_Daniels> The last one’s idea of a date was to take me to the bowling alley and watch him and his buddies fail misserably at a bowling tournament. Now don’t get me wrong, I can do bowling. Just not when its several toms doing this weird manly man bonding rituals and ignoring the fact that I’m there, and when they do see me they shove beer and pizza in my face.
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> Uh… :: looks at altimeter, which has a bullet hole through it :: Above sea level? <Plane> :: jostles and it starts to plunge downwards :: <Dirty Dan> No worries, mates! I always pack extra chutes for just such an occasion.
<Swytch> Where are they?  Quickly!
<StormcrowSelkirk> Then hurry up and get them!
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::grabs her suitcase:: <I’ll have a better chance of landing us safely if I can see the ground.>
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> Right in the back there :: gestures over his shoulder ::
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> <alarms> :: going off ::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::tears thataway! Searches frantically for the parachutes in question::
<Swytch> ::unstraps self, barely keeping balance. goes over and examines them, hands one to Storm:: Elizabeth.  If these don’t work… make sure you guide us down.
<Swytch> ::hoping she gets the hint::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::nods, takes the chute:: I will. ::puts her backpack on her front, then puts the parachute on, and grabs her suitcase::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::arches a brow:: Nice.
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> :: kicks open the door :: <Door> :: falls off after it’s kicked open XD :: <Dirty Dan> There’s the way out.
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::since she has a way to potentially get out without a chute, lets the other two go first::
<Swytch> ::switches pack as Storm had, putting chute on her back likewise::  Thanks Dan.  ::grabs Storm’s hand:: C’mon.
<Angela_Daniels> Oh thats what I said. Was one of the guys he worked with. ::Cringes:: It was awful. Noooo thank you. I’ll stay single if thats my only option. ::smirks:: What about you? Your buddies found you any interesting ones?
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::gives Swytch’s hand a squeeze, then lets go:: No, you go first. I can get out on my own if I have to.
<Swytch> … fine. ::jumps on out of the plane! growling at the weather.  once feels it’s safe too, pulls the rope on her chute::
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> I gotta keep the plane somewhat stable, else it might break apart and hit you on the way down :: managing to level out the plunge a bit ::
<Mark_Sulfur> No. I dated a couple, but… neither of them worked out.
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::gulps:: I hope you know what you’re doing. ::takes a firmer grip on her suitcase, and jumps out too. Pulls the cord with her free hand::
<Angela_Daniels> Ahhh gotcha. Oh well..Mrs. Right is out there somewhere for you. ::warm smile::
<_21_> ((I’m gonna head off to bed, since obviously all the cleaning chemicals from work has made my brain not work fully XD ))
<Swytch> ::hopefully these chutes work XD::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ((Nights!))
<Angela_Daniels> ((nights shady! ::hugs;:))
<Swytch> ((LOL! ::huggles:: Night Shadymun.))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((Nights1))
* @_21_ Quit (Quit: I’m thirsty for your love, dancing underneath the skies of Lust.)
<Mark_Sulfur> I know… one day atta time, I suppose.
<Angela_Daniels> Definitly. Thats all any of us can do, Mark.
<Mark_Sulfur> Exactly. ::smiles, holds up his milk:; Cheers.
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> <Chutes> :: do indeed XD ::
<Swytch> ::assuming these chutes work, blown around a bit by the storm but manages to crash land somewhere inna jumgle brush::
<Dirty_Dan_Stevenson> <Plane> :: continues on its descent, towards the horizon, disapearing from sight. After a moment, a small fireball plume can be seen ::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::yay! Is heavier than Swytch due to carrying her suitcase, so is winded a bit when her chute opens, but eventually lands as well, soaked and shaking::
* Dirty_Dan_Stevenson is now known as Jungle
<Swytch> ::gets up, quickly taking off the chute’s pack ‘n all. notes that and shakes her head:: So much for the pilot extradordinaire.  ::looks to see where Storm landed. makes her way over quickly, switching her pack at her back again::
<Angela_Daniels> ::holds up her water and clinks it to his:: Cheers! ::grins, sips it some:: Next thing we know Tim’ll be trying to hook us up.
<Jungle> :: lots of rain, but the effect is lessened once they’re under the canopy. ::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::laughs:: We’ll beat him up for that one. ::grins::
<Mark_Sulfur> (And, I need to get off here, guys. Gotta be up tomorrow))
<Swytch> ((Night Sagey! ::hugs!::))
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::groans as she gets to her feet, taking off her backpack and chute. Hears the mention of the pilot, eyes widen:: Did you see him get out?
<Swytch> No.  We can’t worry about that now, we need to move before we’re found.
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::chews on her lip, feeling extremely rattled. Eventually nods:: All right, let’s go. I’m pretty sure the mountain is that way. ::points in a direction::
<Mark_Sulfur> ((Night all! ::hugs!:;)
<Swytch> ::we’ll say she pointed right XD moves with her, going as quickly as possible::
* @Mark_Sulfur Quit (Quit: I got a postcard from my brain today. It said it’s having a wonderful time.)
<Jungle> <Voices> :: can be heard shouting in the distance ::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::continues towing her suitcase with her. Luckily it’s not very big or heavy::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::ears perk at the voices. Says nothing, and motions to Swytch to keep quiet and move faster::
<Swytch> ::mrrrs:: We’re making an awful trail behind us. ::says quietly. stops:: Can you teleport us to the snowy mountain?
<Jungle> <Voice> :: from behind them :: Looks like some of them made it out, here’s their parachutes!
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::also quietly:: Not in a straight shot, but I can speed things up a bit. ::takes Swytch’s hand:: I just hope I don’t merge one of us with a tree on the way.
<Swytch> ::mrrrs:: Just go. ::grips her hand::
<Angela_Daniels> ((and I think I’m gonna go the way of the Sage and head for bed myself. I got work in the morning. Nighs guys! ::Huggles::))
<Jungle> <Guerrilla> :: from behind a bunch of vines, goes to club LS from behind with the butt of his AK-47 ::
<Swytch> ((lol night CK! ::huggles::))
<StormcrowSelkirk> As you wish. ::starts the teleporting at the exact moment the clubbing comes, so gets a glancing blow. When she “lands” a quarter-mile away, is dazed and in pain:: Aagh . . .
<Swytch> ::falls forward lol at the sudden stopping and all:: What the-?! Why did you stop?
* @Angela_Daniels Quit (Quit: <Bill> Is that LEGAL?! <Pilot> I dunno, but its fun! – Bill Engval)
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::teeth gritted, rubbing at the spot where she got hit:: Something got me as I was going out.
<Jungle> <Guerrila Stronghold> :: they appear to have landed right in the middle of it, some campfires nearby, and several of them staring at the two who just appeared out of thin air ::
<Swytch> ::notes this situation:: … Great. ::slowly stands up::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::gives a small gasp, winces in pain from that::
* Jungle is now known as Guerrillas
<Guerrillas> :: point AK-47s at them, shouting in some foreign language ::
<Guerrillas> <Leader> :: emerges from a camoflauged tent :: What is all this noise that I am hearing? :: in english. Is wearing a berret, sunglasses and smoking a cigar ::
<Swytch> ::used to be able to speak every language past and present lol but without her powers is unable to channel that::
<Swytch> ::eyes narrow at the English speaking guy::
<Swytch> ::holding up hands::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::gulps. Tries to concentrate on teleporting away, but can’t focus enough to trust herself, and knows she can’t be gone faster than a bullet can fly. Puts her hands up too::
<Guerrillas> <Underling 1> :: whispers something into the leader’s ear :: <Leader> Have you been drinking again? Stupid question, of course you have. :: looks to the two of them :: I am Fernando Montega, leader of the People’s Liberators of Bogato. Who are you?
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::takes a breath:: My name is Elizabeth Selkirk. I’m a tourist from Amerikat.
<Swytch> We’re travelers, heading to the mountains.
* Guerrillas is now known as Fernando_Montega
<Fernando_Montega> Ah yes, right at the height of the wonderful summer weather :: holding out hands, gesturing to the rain :: <Others> :: laugh ::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::gives what she hopes is a look of innocent embarrassment::
<Swytch> Our travel agent has a cruel sense of humor.
<Fernando_Montega> No one vacations here. If they did, our plight might receive more attention by your Amerikat media. What are you really :: takes out a gold plated, .45 caliber pistol :: CKIA? NSA? Bogato Police maybe?
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::fearful:: I swear, we’re just travelers! We weren’t supposed to land here, just go straight to the mountains.
<Swytch> And if it wasn’t for your MEN or perhaps your enemies, we wouldn’t have crashed here and disturbed your little kegger.
<Fernando_Montega> There’s nothing in the mountains. :: gestures to one of his flunkies :: <Flunky> :: approaches the two of them, attempting to take their baggage ::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::takes off her backpack and hands over her suitcase without complaint::
<Fernando_Montega> <Flunky> :: takes LS’s backpack and suitcase, then makes his way over to Swytch ::
<Swytch> ::scowls at them:: There’s snow and solitude.
<StormcrowSelkirk> I guess we were hoping it would be a spiritual retreat.
<Fernando_Montega> :: scratches his chin :: You know… :: takes out magazine and flips through the pages :: Ah, it is you :: opening up to a page with a full spread of Swytch ::
<Fernando_Montega> One of my men said he saw you at the airport. He likes to make up crazy stories, but I see he was right for once.
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::blinks, gulps. Isn’t sure what this will mean for the both of them::
<Swytch> … ::mrrrs:: Yes.  Swytch.  That’s me!  How wonderful.  Since we’re not CIA or any other organization with letters of abbreviation, we can go right?
<Fernando_Montega> <Flunky> :: noting Swytch’s jewelry :: Hey boss, look at that sterling. <Fernando> Yes, I see it. It’d definately fix our liquor shortage.
<Swytch> ::pulls off her rings, tail ring, earrings and bracelets.:: Here.  Take it.  And I’ll give thee my autograph as well to sell on schme-bay too so we can be on our way.
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::has jewelry too, a bit of amber and gold, but hopefully will get to keep hers::
<Fernando_Montega> You are very generous, but your true value to me will be something more practical. The world will recognize us once we announce that we have the famous Swytch as a hostage.
<Swytch> ::laughs at that now:: As if anyone will do anything about me being in your custody.
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::just stays quiet for now::
<Fernando_Montega> Do not sell yourself so short. We shall see, in due time, just how much you really are worth :: gestures to his flunkies :: <Flunkies> :: point their weapons at both of them, forcing them towards the ruins of an old stone fort, the prison area still intact ::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::is led along, and goes quietly. Knows the procedure of staying quiet and waiting for the right opportunity::
<Swytch> ::mrrrs and goes with them. presumably still with her pack on::
<Fernando_Montega> Consider this the presidential suite :: opens the barred door :: <Flunkies> :: will move to push both of them inside ::
<Swytch> ::hisses at flunkies as she goes in to avoid a push::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::is pushed, stumbles::
<Fernando_Montega> :: closes the door, then speaks to two of his men :: Keep an eye on them, and don’t touch them, unless they get out of hand. <Guards> :: smile, taking up posts nearby ::
<Swytch> ::door cellbarred or whut?::
<Swytch> ::looks around inside their “suite”::
<StormcrowSelkirk> :;takes a seat with her back against the wall, looks around too::
<Fernando_Montega> <Jail Cell> :: looks to be at least 150 years old, but still serving its purpose well. A skeleton can be seen on one end of the room, and the door is made of bars, but one can go a decent distance from it for a minor bit of privacy ::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::small eep and grimace at the skeleton::
<Swytch> ::walks ’round a bit. there any windows?::
<Fernando_Montega> <Barred Window> :: on the same level as the ground outside, with rain water pouring in from it slightly. Is a bit small for one to squeeze through ::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::sits quietly for the moment, trying to think. Glances out the barred door at the two guards, with a thoughtful look::
<StormcrowSelkirk> Sirs? I know it’s a little early to ask, but are we going to be fed?
<Swytch> ::removes her pack and sits down on a dry spot.  sifting through it::
<Swytch> ::back to the door::
<Fernando_Montega> <Guards> There are plenty of rats in their. Help yourself :: laughs ::
<Fernando_Montega> ((there^))
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::puts on a hurt look for a moment, and then a thoughful one again:: You know, there’s still a bag of donuts in my backpack. Since I brought them, I wouldn’t be using up any of your supplies.
<Swytch> ::mrrrs:: Blasted airport security… “sorry ma’am, but you didn’t put this in a 3 oz container” bleh bleh jerks…
<Swytch> ::muttering to herself lol::
<Fernando_Montega> <Guards> :: look at each other :: Thank you for telling us that, we’ll be enjoying them :: both leave their posts in search of the rare donuts ::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::when they leave, grins:: <Yes!> ::hurries over to Swytch:: Come on, we’re getting out of here.
<Swytch> Hmm?  How? ::looks up at her::
<StormcrowSelkirk> The guards are gone, and my head’s feeling better. I can get us away and keep going this time. ::takes her hand::
<Swytch> ::stands up, putting on her pack:: See that you do.  ::grips her hand::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::and awaaaaay we go! Does another quarter-mile jaunt through the jungle::
<Swytch> :;assuming they went through the barred door XD is taken awaaaaaay!::
* Fernando_Montega is now known as Jaguar
<Jaguar> :: directly in front of them as they teleport, growls at them ::
<Swytch> Move it move it!
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::catches her breath, and gives a small yelp as she sees the jaguar:: Moving right along! ::does another jaunt::
<Jaguar> <Monkeys> :: are started by their abrupt appearance, and throw bananna peels at them ::
<Swytch> Must you keep STOPPING? ::gets a few peels (hopefully that’s all they’re throwing XD) on her::
<StormcrowSelkirk> Bleh! ::is pelted, gets banana gunk in her hair:: I’m going, I’m going! ::jaunts again, and again, and again::
<Swytch> ::eventually shall we make it to the bottom of that mountainous horizon?::
<StormcrowSelkirk> I ::jaunt:: don’t know ::port:: how ::again:: far it is. ::and again::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::works for me!::
<Jaguar> <Mountain> :: after a few more times, can be seen in the distance ::
<Swytch> You ::jaunted:: need ::ported:: more ::agained!:: TRAINING! ::once they there, leggos of her hand and whacks her arm::
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::snarls at her as she’s whacked:: Would you have preferred I went non-stop, and came out with us in the middle of solid rock? You wouldn’t have to worry about being mortal anymore *then*!
<Swytch> Don’t whine at me because you are inept and waste your powers away!
<StormcrowSelkirk> I just think you ought to remember that you *need* me on this crazy expedition. ::glaring, trying not to show that she’s on the verge of tears:: I might not have hundreds of years of experience, but I do the best I can, and right now, I’m all you’ve got.
<Swytch> ::mrrrr huffs and looks towards the snowy mountaintops:: yeah yeah… oh pure one.
<Swytch> I suppose you can’t teleport UP can you?
<Jaguar> <Visibility> :: is low the further up, hard to see what’s there ::
<StormcrowSelkirk> Sure I can. I can go in any direction – it’s just that I don’t always know what I’ll run into when I get there.
<Swytch> When you teleport, do you not sense objects that you pass?
<StormcrowSelkirk> :;shakes her head:: I don’t sense anything at all. You’ve seen what happens when I teleport. It’s like I turn into pure energy – there’s no mind to sense things with.
<Swytch> ::sighs:: Then you are not concentrating hard enough.  ::looks upwards:: We need to climb.  Those men will soon discover us missing and they know where we are going.
<StormcrowSelkirk> ::gives a small nod:: Then up we go. ::starts climbing::
<Swytch> ::starts climbing as well:: When we return, you will need better training.
<Jaguar> <Path> :: appears to lead up the mountain, but it hasn’t been used in a long time and is unmaintained. Varous rock debris is along the path ::
<StormcrowSelkirk> If you know of any fire-mages who can teach me, I’m all ears.