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Topic: weird post count glitch?
Subject: relax
I'm doing some database optimization, and apparently, I have the query a bit off.
I'll get it right.
Posted on 2008-07-18 at 13:16:25.
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Topic: Howdy.
Subject: sweet
Welcome to the Inn! We're always VERY glad to see new DMs, especially those who like to bring their own flavor to things.
Take a look around, make yourself at home. If you're looking to run a game, the best way to get started is to post to the recruitment forum.
Glad to have you.
Posted on 2008-07-17 at 18:48:07.
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Topic: VALIMAR IS BACK!
Subject: dude!
Welcome back!
Also, moved this to the correct area of the forum. 
Posted on 2008-07-17 at 17:50:11.
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Topic: The Guiding Light Q&A
Subject: well...
...is this one dead, folks?
I understand how we can get lost in the flood of updates, but this is unusual for even our slow game to go this long without a post from any of the three remaining players.
Are we done, here?
If so, I can wrap up an eplilogue post. Let me know.
Posted on 2008-07-17 at 17:43:19.
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Topic: Olan's baby photobucket
Subject: recent photo shoot
Took the kids over to a local botanical gardens a couple of weeks ago. Here are a couple.
Caleb
Emily... man, she is getting too big!
Noah on a bench
Noah and a bubble
Noah on the bridge
More bubbles
All three
Posted on 2008-07-17 at 17:16:44.
Edited on 2008-07-17 at 17:45:34 by t_catt11
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Topic: BIG NEWS
Subject: hey, hey!
Woot!
Congrats!
Posted on 2008-07-17 at 16:58:04.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: fyi, regarding cold
The cave was not cold, at least, not compared to what lies outside of the compound.
The compound itself is not cold. The observatory and the garage are the only locations you have been to so far that are fairly cold, due to the lack of insulation in those rooms. They are still much warmer than the killing cold outside.
Posted on 2008-07-16 at 20:38:42.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: okay, wounded guy moved...
You guys are back in the comm center. Johannsen has managed to stabalize Lee, but he's far from fit fighting shape.
Another quick update on all team members...
CPL Hatherford: MIA. Status unknown.
CPL Hart: MIA. Status unknown.
LT Kernan: minimal cold damage.
WO Blake: minimal cold damaage, minimal combat damage.
SGT Lee: Unconscious, seriously wounded from combat damage(also minimal cold damage). Will wake up, but hard to say how soon.
PFC Pearson: Critically wounded from combat damage (also mild cold damage)
SSG Kane: mild cold damage.
CPL Johannsen: Critically wounded from combat damage (also mild cold damage).
Posted on 2008-07-16 at 19:11:25.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: retreat!
May 9th, 2025 - 0246
Hallway outside of the Observatory, Antarctic Research Facility 36, Antarctica
It soon becomes apparent that Kane's assessment that Johannsen and Pearson are "injured but able to function" proves to be a bit of an overassaessment - the big man and the medic are both barely able to stand, much less pick up or drag the injured Sergeant Lee. Frustrated, Kane realizes that he will have to be the one to move the dying ranger.
Humiliatingly, the fire team leader also realizes that he is far from over the effects of the stench - he nearly drops the unconscous man as severe nausea overtakes him, forcing him to throw up all over the floor of the cave.
Soon, though, he manages to drag the unconscios form of Lee out of the cave and back into the hallway, where the stench is noticeably less prominent. Johannsen realizes that she is running our of time to act, and motions to Kane to allow her to treat the fallen man.
While she works to stabalize Lee, Kernan and Blake arrive. Soon, she declares the man fit to be moved, allowing Kernan and Kane to carry him back to the comm center.
Posted on 2008-07-16 at 19:08:45.
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Topic: The Guiding Light
Subject: drunken fools!
Tal'Anor snorts in derision at the pirates' lack of discipline. "I suppose they must feel quite fierce when they attack drowning merchants. Look at them now," he spits in disgust. "Drinking and celebrating their murderous plunder!"
He turns to En'Aranthea. "Cousin, let us take them now, while they are stewing in their drink. We will handle them easily, and if the gods are with us, Varuna will not need to salve his conscience over the deaths of these fools. We can take the guard easily, and over power the rest."
He then glances at the mage. "Of, for that matter, Val can bind them with her enchantment, can she not? If your spell is powerful enough to affect them all, " he addresses the caster, "then we will have no need of violence!"
"What say you?" the paladin asks eagerly.
Posted on 2008-07-16 at 17:17:08.
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Topic: Short Notice
Subject: hold on a sec
I don't see a pre-approved vacation request here for Eol.
Sorry, bub - no off time for you. Cancel the trip.
Posted on 2008-07-16 at 15:53:53.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: prioritizing
Stardate: 2374.09.06
USS Charon, Bridge – 12:30 hours
Rising from the chair, the captain glanced over his shoulder to where his XO sat at the starboard wall. “Mister Fletcher, you have the Bridge. I want to know the instant the rescue operation is a success.”
"Aye, sir," Fletcher responded, then slid into the command chair as Captain Gavison exited the bridge. "All right, people," Jonathon spoke. "We have our orders, let's get our people home."
As the Charon's XO glanced at the readouts, he gave a few refining orders. "Mister Kato, take a closer look at the damaged pods, and let me know if any are serious enough to warrant quicker action on our part. Mister Kennedy, reopen the channel to Captain MacTavish."
Once the TAC nodded that the task was complete, Joanthon spoke. "Captain MacTavish, this is Commander Jonathon Fletcher of the Charon. Sir, obviously your pod will be given top priority, but beyond that, I'd like to prioritize the rescue operation in terms of injured personnel. Our science officer is checking now for damaged vehicles, but in the meantime, we'll be broadcasting a general message asking that your people notify us of any seriouly injured personnel that may need immediate attention."
OOC: allowing for a response beyond "sure, whatever" if MacTavish is so inclined
Fletcher answered before cutting the channel. "Very good, sir. We'll see you shortly. Fletcher out."
Once that was completed, the XO had a new task for the OPS officer. "Mister Kennedy," he ordered, "open a new channel. General broadcast frequency, please."
Upon getting the signal, Jonathon made his general address. "Attention, crew of the Cerberus. This is Commander Jonathon Fletcher of the USS Charon. We have your location and are moving to pick you up; please stand by for transport. Upon arrival, you will be checked out by our medical staff, then assigned temporary quarters.
If you or any of the other occupants of your escape pods require immediate medical attention, please notify us, so that we may designate you as priorty. Otherwise, sit tight, we will get to you as quickly as possible. Fletcher out."
The commander took a deep breath, then relaxed a bit. Poor bastards, he tought to himself. Adrift like that, hoping for the mercy of strangers.
"Mister Kennedy," he addressed the operations chief, "We'll need accomodations for nearly ninety personnel. I am well aware that we don't have that kind of room, but do the best that you can. Notify our junior officers that they will be temporarily relocated; use their berths to host the Cerberus' senior staff. Try to get junior officers into cabins if you can; we can add cots to the existing quarters and squeeze in a few that way. The crewmen will have to make do with cargo bay two. Get the replicators working overtime to at least get them some bunks.
I expect that you won't be able to do everything you need from here; you have my leave to exit the bridge to fulfil your duties."
OOC: assuming an affirmative
As Kennedy stood, an ensign that Fletcher was unfamiliar with slid in to take the console. Regular angels of mercy, that's us.
Posted on 2008-07-14 at 16:45:52.
Edited on 2008-07-14 at 16:49:43 by t_catt11
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Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: Doogal
For some reason, my daughter (age 12) had decided that she wanted to see Doogal (had heard that it was funny). It arrived from Netflix a couple of days ago, and last night, we sat down to watch it.
Wow.
The first few minutes elicited horrified expressions from my children - the characters look very much like something you'd see in a cartoon designed for preschoolers. The voice work was similar, full of extreme over-annunciation and sickly-sweet tones. My daughter could not get over the fact that the chaacter's mouths were not particularly in synch with the dialogue.
But, we toughed it out, and I'm glad that we did.
Understand, the plot for this movie is incredibly shallow, and occasioanlly confused. Rag tag group of friends have to find three magical diamonds before the bad guy does, so that they can save the world. Okay, fine.
What made this movie so entertaining was the fact that it clearly did not take itself seriously in the least. It is packed FULL of various pop culture and movie references, and loaded to the gills with awesome (aka terrible, groan-inducing) puns.
Examples: the stoner rabbit character is secretly a martial arts master, which comes in handy at one point when the group is attacked by skeletons. Said rabbit informs the others to "call him Neo," tells us that there "is no spoon," and begins demolishing the skeletons, all the while peppering them with quips like "I have a bone to pick with you."
The choo choo train wanders into a passage in the side of a mountain, and wonders out loud why he "always gets the shaft," but is glad that "he has tunnel vision."
The bad guy in the move is a spring. Lets us know that there is "one spring to rule them all," even calls himself the "lord of the springs." Ian McKellen voices the good spring, and does so in a manner that sounds suspiciously like Gandalf.
Also, for no discernable reason, a purple moose makes fairly frequent onscreen visits, where his main job, apparently, is to fart.
Aaanyway, I found myself laughing out loud more than once at the absurdities in this movie. To me, the humor was so intentionally dumb/warped that it was hilarious. Your mileage may vary.
Posted on 2008-07-11 at 14:03:41.
Edited on 2008-07-11 at 14:06:17 by t_catt11
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Topic: The Guiding Light Q&A
Subject: hello?
At the big, climactic fight scene, people. Posts?
Posted on 2008-07-11 at 13:20:11.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: consider that head eaten
Not bad logic, there, Merideth. *I* harbor no ill wil.
Rrowl may eat your head, though. No promises.
Posted on 2008-07-09 at 20:09:26.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: how dare she?
Stardate 09.05.2374 – 1800 hours
USS Cerberus ASRV-83964:E-001
Commander Rrowl was in a terrible mood. Considering the current situation - trapped in a metallic casket with a handful of stinking monkeys - it was to be expected.
The kzinti officer had been elated with the original discovery that he had been assigned to MacTavish's command, and was well pleased to learn of their mission. Rrowl had neever assumed that the mission would go as planned; there would almost certianly be a chance to do glorious battle with Domionion forces, and he relished the thought.
Unfortunately, everything had gone downhill from there.
First, learning of the foul Romulans - Romulans! - that were to be assigned to the Cerberus. Then the true indignity of having to tolerate that sthondat of a Centurion, and her arrogant, pompous manner of ordering starfleet personnel - and his own men! - around as if she had any authority to do so. Fortune had smiled upon that kshat, of that there was no doubt - had they been under command of the Patriarchy, Rrowl would have long ago torn out her throat to the joyous applause of the crew.
Now, the Cerberus was destroyed, almost certainly due to sabotage. Rrowl had lost most of his department, including Valberg - a fine warrior, even if a human. Technically, the man deserved to die, Rrowl supposed; security was his personal charge, and if the ship had indeed been sabotaged, then Valberg had failed in that charge. Still, Rrowl was certain that the man, like the kzinti, would have vastly preferred a death in battle at the hands of Dominion forces rather than an ignoble end he had suffered. The big cat was of the opinion that he had deserved that chance, but a traitor had taken it from him.
With little to do but keep an eye on the pitifully poor sensor readings, Rrowl spent most of his time stewing on his anger inside of the cramped ASRV. If not for the stink of the humans, Rrowl would not have particularly minded the quarters themselves; Kzinti ships were notoriously cramped and small when comapared to those of the Federation; even the spartan cabins of the Cerberus had seemed large in contrast. However, sharing space with several of the monkeys highlighted the smells of their sweat and fear, and it rankled the kzinti's senses.
As Rrowl continued to stew, the message from the Romulans came in. The TAC chief could not help but overhear, and what he did hear made him shake with fury. To his credit, Rrowl waited until the communication had been cut before addressing MacTavish.
"Captain," he hissed the moment the link was broken, "surely you cannot take this kshat at her word?"
Enraged, Rrowl explained. "First, she freely admits that the Romulans" - the last word is spat - "could very well be responsible for the destruction of the Cerberus. Naturally, she denies any direct implication - as if we would expect her to say anything else!"
Seething, the kzinti continued, his tail lashing back and forth behind him. "I find it extremely convenient, captain, that this prat'ska already has a suspect in mind with nothing but the logs of the destruction and the reports of her own people as evidence! Even if this man is the one responsible, how would she know it, but that she is involved?"
The accusation spoken, Rrowl held his tongue. He wanted nothing more than to suggest that, if they were rescued, MacTavish see to it that life support on the Romulan pod were disabled. The Federation engineers and scientists could make the other cloaking device work - monkeys were nothing if not incredibly adept with devices. Unfortunately, he knew that such a reasonable precaution would never be accepted, and so, there was no point in making the argument.
Posted on 2008-07-09 at 18:37:32.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: aftermath
Exhausted, Arien knelt beside the unconscious form of Alloryn. "Ally?" he murmured. "Can you hear me?" The young man waved for Kilgim to come and take a look at her.
While the knight didn't really understand magic, he'd seen enough of it in his life to comprehend that something had been controlling his twin, and that the actions of Adrian had broken that controlling link. For that, he owed the man a debt.
The others pursued the fleeing mantis warrior, but Arien had neither energy nor inclination for such activities, nor was he about to leave his sister unattended. "Have a care," he called out. "Do not pursue too far; we won't be able to handle more trouble if we get seperated."
As he knelt, bone-weary, the heir to House Thedell allowed his gaze and thoughts to turn to the body of their fallen companion. Arien was unaware of Jal's inclination on matters of death and the treatment of remains; he was unsure if the man would prefer to be buried or cremated. Since there was no real knowledge to be had, and given that Kilgim was a priest of his dwarven god, the knight assumed that they would probably build a pyre for the mage, but he would first consult the others about this. It seemed a fitting end, a hero's funeral, one that the spellbinder deserved.
Arien surrendered to grief and guilt - what could he have done differently? Had the mage not joined Arien in the knight's single-minded (selfish?) quest to rescue Ally or die trying, would he not yet live?
Then again, Alloryn would be dead had Jal not come. Arien felt petty and small with the realization that he would make that trade every single time. The fact that Jal had known the risks and had chosen them willingly did little to salve the knight's conscience.
As Arien mused, wallowing in powerful emotions, he felt a cool calm wash over him. A sensation, an emotion, a presence. There were no words, but the conflicted knight could not mistake the message. Peace. Acceptance. Understanding. Goodwill. Loyalty.
Jal had reached whatever afterlife he sought, Arien was sure of it. That understanding somehow helped ease the burden the knight was carrying. Abruptly, Arien took his feet, then bowed low. "Thank you, Jal," he whispered. "May the gods look over your spirit, friend. Enjoy your rest."
As quickly as the sensation had washed over Arien, it was gone, but it took much of the knight's guilt with it. He and the mage could not have been much more different, but the strange little man had been true to the end, and had made his choice willingly - just as Arien would have done in his place. The heir to House Thedell would honor the memory of this man.
As he stood, Arien spoke in the hopes that the spirit could still hear him. "If I have a son," he spoke, "I will name him Jal."
Posted on 2008-07-09 at 14:07:05.
Edited on 2008-07-09 at 14:09:22 by t_catt11
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Topic: William Pictures
Subject: awww
Love the new pics, man. Emily had that very same car when she was a squirt.
Posted on 2008-07-08 at 13:32:17.
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Topic: July 6th 2008
Subject: woot!
Congrats!
Posted on 2008-07-08 at 13:30:43.
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Topic: New T-shirt design announcements
Subject: Chain Mail Bikini
My Outher Outfit is a Chain Mail Bikini
Price: $20.00
Let others know of your choice of adventuring garb with this cool ladies tee.
Posted on 2008-07-03 at 19:51:25.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: ack!
One post, coming up.
Posted on 2008-07-02 at 13:37:26.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: ...
Wow.
Posted on 2008-07-01 at 14:17:29.
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Topic: bragging on my child...
Subject: an update
Caleb did make the All star team this year. We are currently in first place at subdistrict (top two teams advance), but only because of tiebreakers. All four teams are 1-1; the winners of tongiht's games advance, and the losers go home.
We won our first game easily - a 10-2 victory over Pleasant Grove.
On Saturday night, we played McCalla - the park that my son used to play for. Caleb was designated the starting pitcher for our team.
I can unequivocably say that he pitched the best game of his life. McCalla is known as a "powerhouse" team, with a great hitting lineup. However, we were not counting on their pitching.
Caleb gave up two unearned runs early, thanks to a couple of fielding errors by our team. We could not get to their pitcher, and trailed most of the game 2-1.
In the top of the sixth (the last regulation inning for this age group), we managed to tie the game with two out, then scored two more to take the lead. Caleb had pitched all five innings, the most in his life, and had held them to those two unearned runs.
The coach sent him back out in the sixth, which worried me a bit. On one hand, they hadn't been able to hit him, and it would be a shame to replace him and lose. On the other, I worried that he'd be tired.
The first batter for their team hit a home run over the center field fence... the first such that Caleb has ever given up. Our center fielder did everything he could, scaling the fence and leaping for the ball... he missed it by perhaps a foot. At our home park (fence 189 feet from home plate, six foot tall fence), it would have been an out. At this tournament (fence 180 feet from home, 4 feet tall), it was a home run.
Caleb settled down at struck out the next batter, then induced a ground out. Two away. All we need is one out!
Next batter walked. Guy after him hit a grounder up the middle. Caleb dove for it and deflected it, second baseman recovered, threw to first - missed the out by one step. If only.
Next kid comes up. Big, rangy kid. Caleb had struck him out earlier. the count gets to 1 ball, two strikes. All we need is one more.
Coach calls for a high fastball - same pitch the kid swung at and missed earlier in the game. Caleb delivers a pitch at chin level, exactly where it is supposed to be.
Home run over the right field fence. Game over. We lose, 6-4.
A tough, tough way to lose. Still, I could not have been more proud of him. He stayed composed in a high pressure situation and did very well. Did his job, the batter just did his, as well. Give me the same batter, the same pitch, and most of the time, you get a strikeout or a popup.
Caleb's final numbers:
6 runs (4 earned), 6 hits, 5K, 3BB, 68 total pitches.
That's an ace performance at this level, especially considering the level of competition... just a little short this time.
Posted on 2008-06-30 at 19:18:06.
Edited on 2008-06-30 at 19:19:58 by t_catt11
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Topic: The Guiding Light Q&A
Subject: reminder...
...I posted to the game thread before the weekend. Now, it's your turn! 
Posted on 2008-06-30 at 13:46:50.
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Topic: Silverwolf enters!
Subject: well, then
Let me be the first to welcome you.
Uh, welcome to the Inn. 
Posted on 2008-06-27 at 21:24:22.
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