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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Dream a little dream of me
When the doctor reached down and gave the banker pills he himself carried, Willow nodded to herself. Nitroglycerin for angina…of course! While she was happy to have one less patient to worry about, Willow was a wee bit annoyed at the banker…abusing his body so with rich food and little exercise, then being so thoughtless as to throw a fit when they were least able to indulge him. Now, now, girl! The young and beautiful ones are easy to love, but the foolish and the plain are worthy, too. Remember the one precept of the Companions: Above all else, love.
Willow ducked her head in shame at her own thoughts, and used the gesture to cast a glance back over at Sam. His breath was so laboured, Willow’s own chest ached with every breath. Hang in there, dear heart, we’ll be making you feel better soon.
The former Companion perked up when the doctor mentioned his surgery, close by and well-stocked. “JW pays for the toys so I got the full playroom, but I need your help.”
“Of course, Doctor-san. Just try keeping me away while anyone works on my Sam dear,” Willow responded smoothly,” I’m a bit protective that way, I’m afraid,” she finished, though her tone was more firm than apologetic. She couldn’t help but remember his earlier evasiveness, but the need to help the injured was too urgent to insist on going back to Rocinante . The Captain appeared to be of the same mind, not making objections to the doctor’s suggestions.
"Wolf!" Sung called over his shoulder. "You know where the Doc's place is? Haul that mule into the shed there if you would, and be quick about it."
“A moment, Mr. Wolf,” Willow interjected, gliding closer to Wyatt, and setting a soft hand on his forearm in a stalling gesture. She called out to Fenris, “We don’t want to carry the injured much by hand, we don’t know what injuries they may have to neck and spine. Bring the mule round to the back of the bank, so JW’s men aren’t carrying them too far.”
Turning back into the bank, Willow gave Wyatt’s arm a brief squeeze, both a reassurance and an apology for countermanding him.
“You best be getting with the doc then Captain, while the going is good. I’ll handle them purple bellies. Time for that money I spent on a senate seat to pay off.” JW runs to the bank doorway and hollered out “Bailey! Get me a crew in here! Double time!”
“Alliance!” Willow breathed softly, then hurried back over to Sam, dropping to her knees and opening her medipack. Pulling out a gauze bandage, she began to wind it gently around Sam’s head, obscuring his face. While he’d never spoken of his past and Willow’d never pushed, she had noted over time how twitchy he was about anything Alliance. With him unconscious and helpless, Willow felt better if Sam was a bit harder to recognize.
Behind her, she could hear Brigit speaking to Asher, and his bemused voice responding, but she was too distracted with worry to listen. As the miners picked Sam up to carry him away, Brigit leaned over the unconscious man and whispered to him, probably thanking him for protecting her.
Willow smiled encouragingly at her, before asking,” How are you, Miss Brigit? Shall I take a look at that lip? Seems like you’ve been struck, you poor dear!”
Posted on 2008-08-15 at 03:39:49.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Tidying up
Dapple stood apart, as always, in the aftermath of battle, wrapped in isolation as much as her cloak and hood. Adrian had dashed back into the tower after Kilgim had healed him, and Dapple knew she should return to the remains of the keep, scouring for clues as to what had happened here.
Cold grey eyes scanned the area, veering away from Jal’s crumpled form, coming instead to rest on Arien and Alloryn, the two raven haired heads close as brother cradled sister with the tenderness of lifelong affection. The little thief hung her head, a look of longing on her pinched features, while a grotesque parody of child’s nursery rhyme echoed in her mind.
The monster stands alone, the monster stands alone, hi-ho a-derry-oh, the monster stands alone! She shook her head, willing away both song and unspoken wishes as foolish, and continued her scan. It was then that she realized that the altered Green that had nearly finished Arien was gone.
“Where’s the commander’s body?” the rogue questioned out loud, her voice hoarse. As the others look, where the body of the commander was, is now vacant. There was still the blood stain, and bits and pieces of charred flesh and grey matter – but no body. “More importantly,” Dapple muttered to herself, ”no booty. Bloody waste of time.”
Still, there was the matter of Jal. Dapple was an outcast, a misfit on the edges of society, but was old enough to be bothered by the thought of a body cast aside, a broken toy of careless gods. The idea of stirring herself for another caused the dead thing within her to growl with displeasure, but she couldn’t leave it alone.
Almost angrily, Dapple stomped over to the big gladiator, who still looked bereft over the loss of his strange little friend. “C’mon, Maximus, there’ll be no bone men coming for Jal,” she rasped, using the Empire’s slang for those that tended to the dead. “There’s good clean stone here, we can build a cairn over him to keep the scavengers away. Somehow, fire just wouldn’t seem right.”
Not waiting to see if he’d follow, Dapple trotted over to Jal, and used the little mage’s cloak to wrap him into a tight bundle. With a muffled grunt, she hefted the body to her shoulder, and began to move him away from the shattered remains of the battle. She intended to find a clear place for Jal to rest, and use the broken stones to the tower to cover him, after removing staff, dagger and cloak.
Posted on 2008-08-10 at 20:42:46.
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Topic: Is Vanadia on a plane AGAIN?
Subject: Yup, leaving again
This time for New York...but staying in Long Island. Gone three days, but I am mostly caught up on my games. I owe Alacrity a post in CWILLO, but I may manage that tonight in the hotel.
Posted on 2008-07-28 at 12:05:16.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: I'm a doctor, Jim, not a Companion...no wait, I'm that, too
Asher had gone down to his knees beside Sam and was speaking to the injured man. Willow patted his shoulder approvingly and murmured that Asher should call her if Sam appeared to get worse. She was considering which of the bank teller or Sam needed a real doctor instead of just her when a plump little man came into the bank, screeched like a girl then collapsed, clutching his chest. Willow called out for the doctor as she hastened to the man’s side, shaking her head. It was a fair guess, given the man’s apple shape, that he’d just given himself a long overdue coronary, but maybe Buddha would smile on her and he’d just fainted. She couldn’t take that chance, however, as the chances of surviving a heart attack were highest when treatment was immediate. She dropped to her knees and began to examine the banker, listening to his heart and gently lifting an eyelid to check the pupil.
“What needs doin’, Willow?” Wyatt demanded. “We got Nien Mohn breathin’ down our backsides, an’ I don’ much feel like Gen Ho Tze Bi Dio se, if’n you catch my meanin’.”
“Unless Captain-San went to medical school when my back was turned,” Willow responded pertly, ”you’d best get out of the doctor’s way and let us get to the business of keeping these folk alive. No-one’s in any state to be moved at the moment. “
(OOC: Assuming the doc arrives in response to her call) “Doctor, there you are. This gentleman has just collapsed, I suspect a heart attack but have not yet had a chance to confirm. The bank teller has electrical burns and the voltage has thrown his heartbeat off. We need to get him stabilized before he’s gone too long without oxygen to the brain. Sam dear, well, Sam dear’s a plain mess…gunshot wounds and internal bleeding, from the way he’s struggling to breathe. He’s going to need surgery, and my ship’s just too far.”
Willow spoke calmly and precisely, rattling off vital signs as if she were back in the hospital, but it was mostly an act for the sake of the injured. She wanted to scream and cry and clutch Sam to her, and to hell with anyone else’s hurts, but she knew such dramatics wouldn’t help, and indeed would get in the way. It would be quite the spectacle though, she thought to herself, her sense of humour helping to quell her fear. Usha would be so proud!
Posted on 2008-07-27 at 22:09:05.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: Charlie's no angel
When all went to hell with the other rangers, Kernan decided it was time to cut their losses with the computer and get over to the team to assist, “I'm not leaving you alone here, Charlie. We're going to have to put the objective on hold for the time being. Grab your kit; we're going to reunite."
The Chief Warrant Officer raised her eyebrows a bit at “Charlie”, she hadn’t felt any particular warm-and-fuzzies from the LT but maybe she was rubbing off on him, just a bit. “10-4, boss,” she responded crisply, and killed the subroutine she was running on her laptop. She sent it to sleep and packed it away, her movements precise and fast. Given the weirdness all around, she wasn’t about to leaver her ‘chine behind; she’d sooner leave a limb as an offering to Moriarity.
“Unitl we met again,” she hissed at the server before taking up position just behind and to the left of the LT, M61A raised and at the ready.
The trip to the observatory was a blur of worry about what lay ahead, the time spent moving the wounded to the comm room was similarly smudged; this time with shock. Blake had been in some tense situations before, but had always been shielded from immediate danger and its aftermath. Now, the smell of blood threatened to choke her and every moan from Pearson and Lee echoed in her psyche. Blake tugged both pigtails hard and tried to quell the rising panic. She watched Johanssen work on the injured men, marvelling that the medic could function through her own obvious pain.
“Blake,” Monty caught the attache’s attention once more. “I need your assessment. We’re in a tight situation here, and it don’t look to be getting any better any time soon. With three wounded as they are, and another two MIA, we have a desperate need to get in touch with headquarters, but the lot of us nearly got turned into snowmen even in full gear just hikin’ into this hell hole. What’re the odds of getting our sat-radio outside of that blue field and getting off a message to HQ for reinforcements? Hell! What’re our odds of anyone stepping outside of that blue field and returnin’ to this same situation?” Another sick thought occurred to him at that moment, and he couldn’t help but ask after it with a lowered, dread-filled tone, “If that…cave just swallowed the observatory, can you speculate on whether what happened there will happen elsewhere in the facility? Can you speculate with any accuracy on what happened to Hatherford, Hart, and those two G.I.s?”
Charlie turned her disconcerting gaze to Kernan’s, and blinked slowly several times while she considered. Kernan could almost hear her mental drive arm skittering over her brain’s hard drive, sampling a scenario here, drawing data from tables there, and computing furiously.
“Null that, boss. We could freeze our vertical smiles off and not get so much as a dial tone. I just don’t know what that blue field will do when it’s anywhere near working electronics. Payoff on that particular scenario would be 98.5 to 1.
“As to what’s going on in here, Giles was definitely messing in the kitchen without the HQ approved recipe. It sounds loopy, but space (and ergo, my dear Watson, time) are being warped like some giant origami, and some other time and place got swapped for the observatory. Hatherford, Hart, Fields and Carter (sounds like a law firm, donnit?) may be ok and exactly where we left them, just not here and now.
“Thing is, even when machines flake out, there’s some logic to what they do….random’s a human term and doesn’t exist in math. I gotta get into that server, boss.”
Posted on 2008-07-26 at 16:23:01.
Edited on 2008-07-26 at 18:18:30 by Vanadia
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Postage due
I'll do my best to get some posts in...RL is taking way too much out of me.
Yay to Robert rejoining as another charrie...yay to Blamm joining with more healing (though Dapple manages, for the most part, and she usually won't let you get close enough to heal, anyway 
Posted on 2008-07-25 at 16:11:42.
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Topic: The Guiding Light
Subject: The die is cast...
OOC: I would think that we kept the captive bound in the ruined lighthouse, preferably where the smell of blood lies heavy in the air. If we don’t survive, he could probably free himself after a couple of days of struggling against his ropes.
En’Aranthea looked over the campsite with the enhanced vision of her race, carefully avoiding a direct look at the campfire. The guard high atop the tower wasn’t so cautious, and she could tell by his blank expression that he could see very little beyond the firelight. She described what she saw in a low voice to Varuna, not certain that he shared the eyesight of his Sylvari kin, but confident that her voice would not be heard by the humans caterwauling their drinking songs into the night.
Tal’Anor was restive, however, his worship of Oriana making him fiery and impulsive compared to the bladesinger’s cool dispassion. He commented derisively on the pirate’s lack of caution and she knew that the group would have to attack soon, or lose the big fighter to a brash sally on his own.
“I prefer to not count on the gods, dear cousin, as their priorities are not our own,” she replied smoothly, but without censure,” let us have Valendara work her magic against the pirates, and we can attack while they are confused.”
The bladesinger turned to Valendara and Varuna, and there was a new energy in her stance; En’Aranthea was making the subtle shift from diplomat to warrior. “Valendara, cast a spell that has the greatest potential for affecting the largest number of them, and let us know when it is complete so that Tal’Anor and I may attack. Varuna, I have heard tell of a cleric’s ability to warp any wood no longer part of a tree. Perhaps that would make the guard overhead unable to attack with his crossbow? Otherwise, if there is some other way to negate him as a threat, I welcome it.”
She drew her sword, the slightly curved blade singing softly as it cleared the sheath. “Once Tal’Anor and I are away, guard Valendara, so that she may concentrate on casting any more spells that may help us. Kith_jora watch over us all.”
The young Sylvari looked each of her friends in the eye one last time, before taking her place at her cousin’s side. She looked back at Valendara, and nodded for the mage to begin.
Posted on 2008-07-20 at 20:56:48.
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Topic: BIG NEWS
Subject: Doctors
Don't be too worried...The doctor could have expressed it better, but he/she has a point. Since you know you ARE pregnant, but likely don't know how far along you are, there is little point in seeing you until you've had the ultrasound. At that point, the doctor knows what he/she are facing
The important thing between now and then is to get lots of rest (the biggest changes in your body happen in the first trimester, so you are surprisingly tired), eat as properly as you can and invest in the maternity vitamins. You need the extra folic acid and unless you are the type to eat lots of kale, spinach, broccoli and other dark green veg, you aren't getting enough for the baby's developing neural tubes.
I've been through this fairly recently, so don't be afraid to PM me or email me at [email protected]
Posted on 2008-07-20 at 20:28:34.
Edited on 2008-07-20 at 20:29:10 by Vanadia
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Topic: FREEDOM
Subject: woot!
I am so pleased for you, and proud too (though I fully admit I had nothing to do with your success, lol)
Take Andrea out someplace nice to celebrate!!!!
Posted on 2008-07-18 at 21:28:03.
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Topic: BIG NEWS
Subject: CONGRATS!!!
that is amazing news and I am very happy for you!
Posted on 2008-07-17 at 22:00:24.
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Topic: The Guiding Light Q&A
Subject: Sorry, life swallowed me
I'll try a post this weekend!
Posted on 2008-07-17 at 21:57:12.
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Topic: What Should You Be Doing Right Now?
Subject: *Looks over shoulder*
I should be writing a proposal, following up on questions from last week's demo, getting ready for a demo tomorrow morning, another one end of July and preparing a presentation for our salespeople. Oh, and submitting my expenses to be reimbursed for last week's travel.
This is why I am working instead of taking the day off to go to Canada's Wonderland with Alacrity and the kids.
I also owe people an insane amount of posts, but I've been too scattered thanks to work.
But, work pays the bills and keeps the lights on, so...
Posted on 2008-07-14 at 17:15:23.
Edited on 2008-07-14 at 17:16:56 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Ahem... Clothes firmly in place
As the horse sped into town, Willow settled into the rhythm of it’s gallop, swaying gently in the arms that held her firmly, but respectfully. If the horse stumbled, the doctor’s arm would tighten, momentarily, then loosen again to a secure, impersonal tension. Still, Willow took some comfort in the male warmth enclosing her as she envisioned the carnage ahead.
“I hope you don’t think me presumptuous, Miss Willow,” the doc’s voice interrupted her grim thoughts from above and behind,” but I am not as fast or flexible as I was in my youth…if there are many casualties, I would take it as a kindness if you would take triage and call me to the most serious of cases. I would hate to have someone in need perish because of my old bones. “
The words were gracious, his tone even and polite, but Willow was Companion-trained, and the tension in his body told her that he was lying. He was afraid of something ahead, and was more than just the prospect of injured townfolk. Willow controlled her own instinctive recoil away from him and twisted enough to look back and up at him. Her suspicions were confirmed by the tight line of his jaw as he gazed forward, eyes on the way ahead instead of at her.
“My good doctor,” she responded, “you are too modest for a man who was a-horse before I could blink and pulled me up here as if I were no more than a bit of a feather!” She tossed her head coquettishly before continuing in a more serious tone. “Triage makes sense, however, so we know what we are facing before we bend our efforts to one person. Hopefully, such caution won’t be needed.”
She swallowed any further words and her heart started beating painfully hard as they reached the bank. The windows were blown out, there were black scorch marks on the ground as if a ship had launched and most of her beloved crew were out of the mule pulled up in front. Asher and Wyatt looked fine enough, but Fenris’ shoulder bloomed the deadly roses of gunfire, and he gripped his arm tightly to staunch the flow of blood.
A man lay sprawled near the doorway, also showing signs of having been shot, though more accurately, possibly fatally. Brigit was close by, picking herself up from the ground, her expression unreadable, but her body language suggested a grim satisfaction. Willow made a leap of intuition and concluded that the prone man was one of the bad guys.
He can wait, then, contemplating the meaning of karma, she thought to herself before calling out to Wyatt. “Captain San! Where’s Sam? Is he inside? Is there anyone else in there?” She bit her lip, realizing that she sounding just a little more panicked than a ship’s doctor should in a crisis. She touched the doctor’s arm lightly to let her go, and she slid to her feet and approached the mule quickly, using the time to compose herself.
Wyatt had already spotted her, however, and waved her over, telling her about Sam. She ignored the flare of fear inside her and made quick introductions.
“This here’s Doc McGuire, and he’ll get Mr. Wolf stabilized while I go check on everyone inside, isn’t that right, doctor?” she continued, and this time, it was Willow’s question that held authority. Her people were hurt, and there was steel somewhere in that silken glove. Clear eyed and seemingly calm, she headed for the bank entrance, gesturing to Asher to come with her. “A lady always needs protecting, Asher, dear,” she murmured. As she passed the Captain, she held his gaze for a long moment, then deliberately turned her gaze over to the doctor, before turning again to look Wyatt in the eye. Hoping her meaning was clear, she continued past the Captain towards the bank.
OOC: Stopping here, but assuming Asher joins her and the Captain doesn’t have other ideas…
Posted on 2008-07-10 at 20:52:44.
Edited on 2008-07-10 at 20:55:50 by Vanadia
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Topic: Is Vanadia on a plane AGAIN?
Subject: Is Vanadia on a plane AGAIN?
Well, the maternity leave is over, and my bosses actually want me to do stuff. I've already survived one trip away from the family, and I have another one coming up next week. (Vancouver)
In any case, I have been slow to post to my games, and that will likely continue for this week and next. Hopefully, i will have a bit of a breather after that.
Posted on 2008-07-03 at 15:13:54.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Hilarious post, Eol
I figured I'd better say something before people thought I was offended...which I am not.
Willow engenders those sort of fantasies in the people around her...and if she didn't, something's wrong
As Al said, I'm not Willow, nor am I Dapple, Charlie, or any other charrie I've ever played. Good thing, too, or my head would get awful crowded after a while.
Posted on 2008-07-03 at 15:08:22.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Boys don't cry, dammit
Dapple bobbed and weaved as she fought with the Ankheg, a deadly ballet of violent cadence. Spiked limbs waved at her from seemingly everywhere, and she dodged a deadly thrust by ducking under the insect itself. Glancing up, she noticed the under carapace throbbing slightly, and she realized that this part of the creature’s armour was softer, more flexible. She dropped onto her back, feet reaching up with a flurry of kicks, and she felt the ankheg shuddering around her with the impact. It shrilled a horrific whistle of pain, and dove into the ground, showering Dapple with more dirt and debris as it desperately tunnelled away.
The bedraggled thief hauled herself to her feet, and a quick look around revealed no new targets. She began brushing off her clothes, settling her cloak around her once more as she took the measure of the battleground.
Char was standing, bow in hand with an arrow nocked, seemingly unnecessary. Adrian was aloft, robes waving gracefully in the wind, his expression remote as ever. Arien held Alloryn who appeared unconscious, if otherwise untouched. Kilgrim stood nearby, his expression grim, but then, the dwarf didn’t glory in battle the way his brethren did. Maximus was on his knees, as if he’d fallen, and the slump in his shoulders was uncharacteristic for the showy arena fighter. Where was Jal?
Dapple cocked her head, puzzled, and stepped closer, her big boots agile on the broken ground. She stopped, cloak swirling, and she looked down at the broken form of the strange little mage.
Oddly enough, though the dust had settled from the tower’s collapse, enough remained in the air to make the thief’s eyes water, and her breath catch in her throat. She scrubbed at her face with the back of her hand, still staring at the dead man. His filthy, bloody face bore a smile, and her first thought was that he was free.
Her second thought was that his staff, his dagger, and his cloak, once cleaned up, would fetch a fair price, if one knew the right market. She crouched down, ready to search his pockets, but instead, she merely passed gentle fingers over his staring eyes, closing them forever. She rose, abruptly, the dust really smarting now, and stalked away.
“Stupid fool,” she muttered hoarsely to no-one in particular. ”Get yourself killed pretending to be a hero.”
Posted on 2008-07-02 at 03:42:03.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: The silk-clad cavalry
Willow was transfixed by the explosion; in that sound, she heard some of the people she loved the most in the world ripped away from her, and stood still, as if moving would make it more real, more painful.
Doc McQuire was a more practical sort, packing his medical bag and getting into the saddle before Willow could make herself blink. He hesitated and offered a hand down to Willow, “I might need some help?” he asks, “if you don’t mind being with an old fellow like me.”
Willow turned her face up to him, a bewildered and frightened flower seeking the sun, and his calm gaze brought her back to herself. “Oh, yes, please, doctor,” she responded, hooking her own med kit over her arm and letting the good doctor pull her up onto the saddle in front of him.
She leaned back against his chest, letting his arms encircle her to work the reins, and felt momentarily safe in a world gone suddenly mad. The doc waited for her to settle, then urged the horse forward into a gallop.
Posted on 2008-06-28 at 13:02:47.
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Topic: Dragonfly in the Black
Subject: I know!
I was looking forward to playing a rude, cantankerous, fight-picking gal ! Oh, wait...that's Dapple, too, isn't it?
Gonna save Billie Rudd in hopes that someone else will try a Serenity game!
Posted on 2008-06-27 at 20:28:31.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Ummm...tied to a desk...
I could post a reaction to the screaming of my teammates over the radio frequency, but I may as well wait for orders from the LT.
Posted on 2008-06-27 at 20:23:08.
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Topic: Grugg and Other Grugg Go To Europe
Subject: Bon Voyage
T'was well before my time, but there was a time when any well heeled Canadian young person would spend some time in Europe (referred to as the Grand Tour), though that tradition probably only holds for Canadians with the last names of Eaton or Weston!
Have a grand (tour) time, and remember, most European countries are known for good beer!
Posted on 2008-06-27 at 20:18:18.
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Topic: YeOlde on Walkabout!
Subject: *waves*
Safe travels, my friend!
Posted on 2008-06-23 at 10:49:33.
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Topic: Tann's Mom
Subject: Hello Mrs. Beyer
It's Cathy, Albert's friend who came over for dinner a few years ago. We had such a lovely time that night even if Albert hardly let me speak 
I hope he's shown you the pictures from our visit in Maryland!
Posted on 2008-06-20 at 02:24:01.
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Topic: Why'd You Choose Your Avatar?
Subject: It's Vanadia, of course
Alacrity had one of the Inn's great artists, Yanamari, create a portrait of the three main characters from his tabletop games: Vanadia, Rune and Gallirian. Check it out in the Art section of the archives.
I've been using my avatar "portrait" ever since, and Tann uses that of Gallirian.
Posted on 2008-06-19 at 03:18:56.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: Fudge!
When Kane suggested that the LT leave Charlie alone to come hold his hand, the WO snorted derisively and shook her head, fingers blurring over the keyboard. Kernan responded, with “That’s a negative, Sarge,” shaking his head at the Chief reassuringly. “We’re not leaving any ranger alone at any time, so be more specific as to what you mean by, ‘we got a dead something’: what is it? A yeti? A station employee? What?”
Charlie was about to mutter something about Kane using words with more than two syllables when Kane responded with more details about the dead alien. That made her stop typing, pale eyes wide and staring at Kernan in disbelief. She mouthed “Has he flipped his lid?” at the LT, but Kernan simply shook his head at her, one part disbelief to one part resignation. He ordered the team to proceed to the power station and Charlie took the unvoiced order to get her virtual butt back into hyper gear.
One particular feint combination resulted in a slight delay in the system’s rebuff, so slight that she repeated the combo again to be sure she hadn’t imagined it. That’s why she didn’t initially notice Kernan trying to raise Hatherford and Hart on the radio. An open hand across her field of vision snapped her back into the non digital world, and she stared at it a moment before comprehension dawned and she handed Kernan her radio.
Still no dice, and the LT turned worried eyes to Charlie as he ordered the team to change direction. “We need whatever’s in that computer, Blake, an’ I mean fast. Whatever you’re doing it is time to double-time it.”
Normally, such an outrageous implication that she wasn’t working at full speed would have sent her into a sulk of epic proportions, but she felt the urgency, too. She spit out the gnawed bit of fingernail she’d been working for the last ten minutes, cracked her knuckles and hunched over the laptop once more, as if she could bust the black ice with sheer will.
“I’m overclocked as it is, boss, but Moriarity blinked just now….maybe I can get this bugger to flinch.”
Posted on 2008-06-18 at 01:39:27.
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Topic: The Guiding Light
Subject: The plan
En’Aranthea’s face was serene as she listened to the others react to the news of the Slaa’kars’ refusal. The small company was feeling overwhelmed by the task before them, and she would not worsen it by appearing anything other than competent and confident.
Valendara described the spells that she felt would be useful, and the bladesinger smiled encouragingly as the mage finished, "I wish there was more I could do for you all. If I were a better wizard I could help you out a lot."
“You are just beginning your time of learning, mellonamin , as am I,” En’Aranthea responded. “This is how we grow in both strength and wisdom.”
“Our original plan stands,” En’Aranthea spoke to the group at large, drawing again the campground in the dirt before them. “I am thinking that Tal’Anor and Valendra should work as a pair, and Varuna and I will be paired, so that each pair has spells, healing gifts and fighting skills. We strike from opposite sides of the camp and lead with disabling spells to remove as many combatants as possible, particularly any crossbow bearers, then Tal’Anor and I cover Valendara and Varuna while they withdraw from combat. Tal’Anor and I then press our attacks, making our way deeper into camp to subdue the leader.”
En’Aranthea straightened and looked each team member in the eyes in turn, her stance erect and her eyes calm. If the long day and the fight ahead weighed upon her, it was not evident in her manner.
“Any thoughts?”
Posted on 2008-06-17 at 02:33:46.
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