Action, Adventure, Excitement, Part 4
                              Chapter 52

Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 20:38:45 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE 4: Break; FAST!

On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 23:28:00 -0400
Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00005181

> On Tue, 28 July '98 Zia Said
>
>     To everyone in general, "Well, if you're ready Morgan, the table
> awaits us." Thoroughly wonderful smells emanate from the rear door
> as James pulls it open, gesturing Morgan by, and giving Roland a
> gentleman's _gotcha that time_ sort of grin at beating him to it,
> this time. A coffee cup, fully loaded and smelling un-Earthly (ANY
> Earth) good, appears in James' off hand, however, and he sips it
> with a small smile.

With a cup of fruity-tasting herbal infusion in his hand (I've given
up calling them herbal teas) Dhyrclhan sits down at the table, while
leaving plenty of room for everyone else, and sets into enjoying the
morning's repast. Although, everyone will notice that the humaniod
pteradon eats more like a bear than like a bird [1]

[1] 1.) Bears have relatively low metabolisms and, thus, eat little
when compared to their overall body mass 2.) Birds have definitly high
metabolisms and thus eat quite a lot when compared to their body mass.

"So," says the semi-draconic Lensman, inbetween bites of food,
"anybody have any thoughts about how we're going to retrieve Caprice?"
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Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 20:45:13 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 23:38:02 EDT
Scott Osborne Said As CAoL Message # 00005183

>>\I have the coordinates,
>>  From Jim's Messages,
>>   Is anyone else coming With me?\
>
>  "I'm coming along to watch, if for no other reason then that I'd
> like to ask her how she defeated some of the best tracing devices
> known to exist...

Dang it. Pressed send to soon.

Here goes again:

"I'm coming along to watch, if for no other reason then that I'd like
to ask her how she defeated some of the best tracing devices known to
exist..." Scott says.

He then vanishes, saying something about
<b><i><u>"STEALTH_MODE_ON!!"</b></i></u> (Some cheesy computer
graphics and animation follows. (Stock footage...))
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Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 21:27:09 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00005184

> On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 23:04:10 -0400
> Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005179
>
> Sinister, however, has lost all patience. "FOOL! You meddle in
> things you do not understand!" Several attacks lash out at Jim
> simultaneous... elecronic shocks through wherever the connections
> between Sinister's equipment and Jim. Simultaneously force-beams
> shoot from the walls trying to knock Jim as far away from Legion as
> possible while gravity fluctuations do the same. "You will stay away
> from her!"

I am going to respond to the CyberPsi link that I belive to be
existant at present between Jim and Nemisis.

 Nemisis Is in a Hurry
  Some thing the other have never truely seen before...
   The Appearance of flesh drops showing her Living Metal Sheen

\#Hold on Boy, I will be there Momentarily!#\

One Arm Elongates into the House at about Mach 2,
 And Filtches one of Dhyrclhanc's Sidearms,
  Then Retracts even Faster.
Another Frisks Fuzzy and Takes something from an inside Pocket,
 By the Time he could figure out what was take it will be obvious.
The Other Four Draw their Sword,

All of this While she Moves a Few Yards from the House
And Releases a Hello Nurse Split...

\#The Bus is Leaving NOW!#\

And She activates Fuzzy's Chaos Gate Talisman...

A Circular Gate Opens to a Few feet from Jim
 Radiating Raw Energy which effective amplifies all energies in the
Immediate
  Area...

Nemisis Steps Through,
 Followed by Hello Nurse

\#The Gate will Close in 5.7 seconds.#\
There is just a touch of suprise in Nemisis Mental Voice...

Hello Nurse Starts an Analysis of What Is being Done to Caprice.

Nemisis addresses Mr. Sinister
"He, is My Grandson,
 She, Is a Friend,
You are In Deep Trouble!"
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Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 21:34:07 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 21:47:02 -0700 (MST)
Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00005185

> On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 23:04:10 -0400
> Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005179
>
> Sinister, however, has lost all patience. "FOOL! You meddle in
> things you do not understand!" Several attacks lash out at Jim
> simultaneous... elecronic shocks through wherever the connections
> between Sinister's equipment and Jim. Simultaneously force-beams
> shoot from the walls trying to knock Jim as far away from Legion as
> possible while gravity fluctuations do the same. "You will stay away
> from her!"

 Holes appear shifitng around in Jim's body wherever a force beam
tries to strike, letting them pass through and beyond. When a wide
band beam strikes Jim actually expands and stretches to let it pass
through <Fanboy mode on> Ala Sandman style in appearance. <fanboy mode
off> the electrical shock bolts are quickly absorbed and the energy
stored as laser cannons seem to sprout out of Jim's body aiming in
every direction. Lasers lash out expending the electrical energy adn
strikign the force bolt projectors on the walls before the lasers seem
to melt back into Jim's body.
 Then an expecially strong gravitational field hits and pulls Jim down
"splashing" into a formless lump, but that quickly re-forms, limbs
becoming twice their previous diameter but the total overall height
being half. The now just under 3' tall hulking brutish Jim simply
seems to be standing his ground rather than launching a counter-attack
back to Sinister.
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Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 21:34:13 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE4: Heading in for breakfast. (SHORT)

On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 20:47:37 PST
Nemo Said As CAoL Message # 00005186

> On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 21:19:27 -0400
> Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005174
>
>>Morgan sends Roscoe a hug. *Mischief, we may have to leave here for
>>a little while. After we help your Mommy, of course. But if you'd
>>like someone to play with I think I can come up with something. That
>>is, if you don't mind playing with wolves that know how to play nice
>>with kittens.*
>
> Mischief looks up. *can't I come with? i'm a good kitten. i'll help!
> wolves are big... they might step on little kittens...*

/Morgan? Anything I can do to help?/

*Silly kitten, wolf cubs aren't much bigger than you are. And they
like to play the same sort of games kittens do.*

(aside to Buffy)

^Would it be alright to offer him a *small* piece of fresh tuna? I
know that too much isn't good for them, but I've yet to meet a cat
that doesn't love it.^
===========================

Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 21:34:18 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: RE: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9

On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 21:21:20
Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005187

>On Mon, 27 Jul 1998 10:47:50 -0500
>Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00005148
>
>:   *Phoenix, Gaia and LIGHT!* Roland swears almost reverently. *Jodi
>:Blake, unless some walking corpse is using her base form. She's one
>:of the smarter, nastier, more ruthless Nephandi...who are all nasty
>:and ruthless. James, you're welcome any time, but I wouldn't
>:recommend advertising your presence in this reality very much.*
>
>     James just grins his tight, cruel grin, and says only, *Somehow,
>I thought you'd have made her acquaintance. Is it just me, or have
>you ticked off personally every villainess within a large radii
>Shadow-wise of your local reality? I thought I had a reputation as a
>lady killer, but your own "little black book" appears to be a set of
>volumes, chap.*

   "Huh? NO! No. No. No." Roland makes a gesture with his hand that is
vaguely reminiscent of crossing himself, though it can't be mistaken
for such. "I haven't had the displeasure, thank the Light. At least,
not to my knowledge. It's just that certain Awakened are reasonably
well known to the entire Masquerade, and she's one of them. That form
is her 'calling card,' if you will." Roland frowns. "As for her
abilities, she's known for her gift with Life magicks and probability
manipulations-which they call Entropy. For obvious reasons."

>:   *Wait a minute.* Roland frowns. *Why would Jodi Blake-past master
>:of diversion, subterfuge and corruption, use a bunch of hit-beasts?
>:Something is _very_ not right here...but it'll have to wait.*
>
>     *Well (sigh), as Sarah's first serious lover's nom de guerre was
>Blake Graves, I suspect either a reason of love, or love as a motive
>or reason d'etteire. If I were forced to surmise on the piecemeal
>information I have currently, I'd say it was at least a dual-pronged
>attempt at corrupting Morgan.

   *Could be,* Roland admits, *though I doubt love has anything to do
with it. If they corrupt Morgan, they can undermine the entire
negotiation process. Of course, they have about as good a chance as an
ice cube in a supernova, but they don't know that.*

> The inclusion of a vampire in this work makes me think of such
>intentions; can an Immortal be made undead, Roland? Yes, I know how I
>sound, but I've been doing the same thing, if for perhaps less
>heinous causes, for quite some time now, and thinking like this sort
>of enemy isn't hard.*

   *My kind can't be,* Roland replies. *Too hard to perform the ritual
necessary with all the fireworks going on. Morgan? Who the sprock
knows? Well, I suppose we could ask Titania. I bet she'd take a liking
to you,* Roland grins.

^But would Oberon?^ Morgan sends privately with a wicked grin.

   Roland utterly fails to look innocent.

>     "Does anyone mind if I have a smoke before joining you inside?
>Try to keep it outdoors, here recently." He takes out his three-gold
>band Japanese brand and taps the end on the case a few times in
>preparation of lighting it.

   "Not at all." If James doesn't have a second-hand smoke
neutralizing effect, something else draws it into a largish piece of
charcoal on the patio. (OOC: Anyone who bothers will notice it's TK,
but of a very subtle nature; it just misses being a quantum effect.)

>The Men in Black canvassing the area will find something quite
>unlikely - absolutely no one saw or noticed any of the latest
>high-jinx at Morgan's house. Almost as if some reality-bending force
>had simply made up it's (his!) mind that such notice being taken
>would be highly improbable.

   Jason pulls out an Apple Newton and begins tapping at it.
<plug>Oppose MicroBorg-support the Apple resistance!</plug> "Argus
unit, get on that effect, stat. The Veil isn't _that_ effective."

>     James' glance flicks over Jason, but he doesn't go out of his
>way to restart any trouble, given that he seems to have (once again!)
>missed getting here in time. Let's just say James' is thoroughly
>under-impressed with local law (or what looks like law) enforcement
>quality.

   Jason merely nods politely.
   Roland gazes at the few enemy survivors evenly. "/Well, at least
the MiBs can drag _them_ away. In the meantime, let's eat. That food
smells _good,_ and I can't remember the last time I actually sat down
and _ate._/" Roland grins. "/'Never miss a chance to eat, sleep, or
pee. You never know when your next one will come.' -Heinlein's law of
combat./"

>Thoroughly wonderful smells emanate from the rear door as James pulls
>it open, gesturing Morgan by, and giving Roland a gentleman's _gotcha
>that time_ sort of grin at beating him to it, this time. A coffee
>cup, fully loaded and smelling un-Earthly (ANY Earth) good, appears
>in James' off hand, however, and he sips it with a small smile.

   Roland doesn't stick his tongue out at James, but somehow, the
image is in the mind of everyone on the link.
   Then he descends on the food with a vengeance.

Morgan's eyes go wide as she enters her kitchen. "Daaamn," she
whispers. Then, to James, "The kitchen must like you. Not many people
can work that kind of magic in here." She looks at Roland, apparently
sending a private comment. Roland blushes profusely.

<OOC: Then comes the stuff I already posted re: Mischief.>
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Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 22:10:58 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE4: Heading in for breakfast. (SHORT)

Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00005190

> On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 20:47:37 PST
> Nemo Said As CAoL Message # 00005186
>
> (aside to Buffy)
>
> ^Would it be alright to offer him a *small* piece of fresh tuna? I
> know that too much isn't good for them, but I've yet to meet a cat
> that doesn't love it.^

^ I think she would prefer a Warmed Catniped piece,
   This {} is the formula that Fuzzy exposed her to previously.^

Rubbed with catnip, and carefully heated evenly to Blood Heat.
===========================

Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 22:21:55 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 01:17:02 -0400
Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00005191

> Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00005178
>
> \Jim reports that he has found Caprice,
>   But that he is unable to speak with her,
>    She seems to be being Detained,
>     By an Uncooperative Being.
>      Jim would like some Assistance.\
>
> \I have the coordinates,
>   From Jim's Messages,
>    Is anyone else coming With me?\

#Grandmother# sends Dhyrclhanc, just finishing breakfast, #Please
transmit the space-time locus co-ordinates to my C-bands and I will be
following you shortly#

Moving to a relativly open area within his foster-sibs' home,
Dhyrclhanc once again activates his "First-Ring" and creates a Gateway
of emerald colored mystical fire, through which falls his Sterling(tm)
Multi-beamer/smart Micro-missle launcher. Just in time for Nemisis, in
her True form, to take it away.

<OOC/> There that takes care of that continuity gap. </OOC>

[Oh well, it isn't like I realy needed *that* anyway] as two pistols,
aproximating the appearence of the pistol Harison Ford's character
used in "Blade Runner", seemingly phase into existance into his hands.

"Anybody, besides myself coming along?"
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Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 22:49:54 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00005192

> On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 01:17:02 -0400
> Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00005191
>
> #Grandmother# sends Dhyrclhanc, just finishing breakfast, #Please
> transmit the space-time locus co-ordinates to my C-bands and I will
> be following you shortly#

#{}, Done.#
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Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 22:50:00 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: AAE IV: R(eview) & R(esponse)

On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 21:46:08
Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005193

>On Mon, 27 Jul 1998 04:10:20 -0400
>Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00005144
>
>The Lens-T'Skrang then hurries over to where Jason is standing. He
>greets the Immortal by warmly shaking Jason's hand clasped inside
>both of his own. Then he removes the guantlet from his right hand,
>rolls up both of the sleeves covering his right arm and shows Justin
>his Lens of Arrisia, which is now firmly embedded into his right
>wrist.
>
>"As my brother has already kindly inofrmed you, my name is
>Dhyrclhanc. You surprised me by the way; you got the pronunciation
>right the second time -- for most people it takes a little longer.
>
>I am a Detactched Unnatached-rank Lensman as well as a Guardian of
>Civilization, I don't suppose you've had dealings with my
>organization before, or have you?"

   Jason blinks. "Ah, my name is Jason, and no, no I can't say that I
have. Though I have made it a point to monitor Roland's travels
through the fictonverse-"
   "HEY!" Roland objects.
   "-he is often beyond even my extra-sensory abilities," Jason
finishes without missing a beat.
   "Hmmph," Roland huffs, unamused.

>/^Roland?^/ sends a slightly purturbed Sentinel-Lensragon /^Bro, can
>you tell me what just happened here?^/

   ^Um, temporal loop would be my guess,^ Roland replies with a shrug.

>"I think I'll join Roscoe and look for something to drink."

   "Say, what _does_ a dragon use to get drunk, anyway?" Roland asks,
as the question is momentarily pertinent.

Still later...
>Thus a certain, still slightly confused, Dhyrclhanc can be heard to
>ask, "Uh... it's a 'Yellow Alert' then, Roland? And who, exactly, and
>what was this 'Jodi Blake' person, anyway."

   "One of the most infamous Fallen of my world, Jodi Blake is-"
Roland looks around a bit jumpily for a moment. /She's supposedly
responsible for corrupting over forty Awakened over the centuries, as
well as dozens if not hundreds of deaths of all varieties. There are
rumors that she even had something to do with Booth, though most
scholars among Aeon discount that,/ he finishes with a sidelong look
at Jason.
===========================

Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 22:50:06 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE IV: Finale: To Gamble or to Rumble?

On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 22:23:25
Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005194

>On Fri, 24 Jul 1998 23:56:47 -0500
>Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00005101
>
>     Zia gives Hal the mother-like "whom do you think you're
>fooling" look... but says only, "My, I had no idea of you might be
>French, Hal. I thought you were an American?" Then she grins at
>Starbuck. "Just something to call me? Presuming you're lucky enough
>to get the chance, it's Ziactrice. Or Zia, if you like that."

   "I'm from LA," Hal says simply, as if that explains everything. (To
Zia, it probably does. 8^)
   "Ziactrice, huh?" Starbuck smiles. "Zia. Heh. I like it."

>:   At which point his eyes water, his ears turn bright red, and his
>:cigar shoots across the room at hypersonic velocity. To his credit,
>:though, he doesn't choke on it.
>
>     Zia smirks, but politely resists the urge to thump him on the
>back. "Usually, one does a toast, first, but you were obviously
>_quite_ thirsty. You know, I think that's why it's called _sipping_
>whiskey..."

   Starbuck recovers in short order. "Whoa. You Earth-types drink
_that?_ _Now_ I'm impressed. You mind?" he asks, gesturing at the
glass.

>:   Londo swallows, and something flickers behind his eyes. "A-as you
>:say, my dear. And that food will arrive shortly."
>
>     The short brunette grins. "Oh, no, Ambassador, I'm not a member
>of the Psi Corps - but lying to a lady is still not an advisable
>course for the wiser gentleman, yes?"

   "Of course, of course," Londo nods. (OOC: He's being _quite_
honest. He's got a long life ahead of him if he doesn't get the gods
ticked at him, after all...)

>     Luck goes pretty evenly, but there is a slow and noticeable
>sliding of funds towards Zia's pile. Although the flask (which seems
>bottomless) does much to make this tolerable to Starbuck and Londo,
>at least. Zia has only relieved Starbuck of about 3 weeks pay, a case
>of cigarrettes, and a old flight jacket, (specified "You have to have
>worn it in combat as least once it's for my grandson, and he's quite
>the warrior-aspirant. Of course, at 15, what boy isn't?")

   Starbuck isn't _too_ badly off, but primarily at the expense of Hal
and especially Londo, who keeps rubbing his stomach as if pained.
   "Yea, little Boxey-" Starbuck starts with his hand at about the
table height, then with a sheepish grin, raises it up to his (seated
height) head. "-isn't so little any more, and he's Viper-crazy."

>Ships pour through the gap, large, larger, largest etc... a
>telepathic message hits every mind but Zia's being quite solidly
>blocked from contact. She *felt* it however, and cautiously checks
>out the humans on Galactica for domination, finding the message. "Of
>all the ham-handed - " She cuts off the annoyed whisper, as Starbuck
>exclaims in awe of the huge ship. And the "bad feeling" from the
>Third Space bubble hits.

   "Feldercarb," Starbuck breathes reverently. "I didn't see any ships
that big in the _holos_ I used to watch as a kid."
   "Yes, well, this _is_ Babylon Five, and it takes all kinds around
here," Londo replies, trying to force a smile-and failing. "It figures
that that interfering boy Roland would have something to do with
this," he adds in a soft voice.
   Hal just stares at his ring...

>Zia frowns. Then sighs. "That, Starbuck, seems to be the end of my
>R&R, the end of our game, and a whole lot more trouble in omen.
>Although I have reason to believe that these recent ships are
>friendly, the dome on that planet is definitely malign. I'm not sure
>what that is, exactly; I do know I would rather not find out.

   "Unfortunately, _I_ have to," Hal replies. He raises the ring to
head-level. "Supergirl, Flash, come in."
   {Supergirl here; I'm down on the planet now. It's just a forcefield
for the moment,} a gentle feminine voice says from the ring.
   {It's more than that, Supergirl,} a somewhat deeper voice replies.
{I can feel the dimensional shift from here. There's no gate _yet,_
but _something_ is definitely going on down there.}

>"I believe that is the cavalry. Which means the _Indians_ whomever
>they might be, shall be showing up, or are, already. Starbuck, I
>suggest you run for your Viper, and get your wing into space.
>Ambassador, I would accept Hal's escort back to B5 if I were you -
>these Battlestars have been through a long fight without proper parts
>for maintenance. Your debt of food I've won will be MOST sincerely
>appreciated - but if you attempt to hornswaggle these refugees, I
>will take it very ill-done. And personally, if we understand one
>another?"

   Starbuck nods and takes off, throwing the last of his lost credits
(to the credit) on the table as he goes.
   "Completely," Londo replies, wiping his brow.
   In a moment, Londo is gone in a flash of green light, while his
owed losses appear in the most appropriate places.

>"Hal, Adama will need to return here soonest - these follks need
>their customary leader in place. Their fight isn't broken, but they
>are quite strained. Adama is their heart, in many ways. Even as
>Starbuck and the other fighters are their shields and arms. Take care
>out there, rogue. You still have stake to make good, with me." She
>stretches up to peck the astonished Starbuck on the cheek, then
>turns. "And I, I believe, shall stay here, and see what develops..."

   Hal nods. "Justice for all," he says perfunctorily, and flies
through the porthole. The jacket he wore falls into the chair behind
him.

>She steps over to the viewing portal, with a slight frown to study
>the fight. "One could envy the Mimbari fighting theatre, at a time
>like this." Her nose twitches, in what looks like subconcious
>annoyance or deep thought.

   If Zia has the appropriate senses...
   There's a...feel...of a Broken Pattern, somewhere in this reality.
It's not quite right, though, as if it didn't exactly belong...
   (OOC: She probably feels the dimensional rift-to-be, as well...)
===========================

Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 23:37:06 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE 4: Break; FAST!

On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 23:56:45 -0500
Molly Said As CAoL Message # 00005195

>On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 21:41:15 -0500
>Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00005177
>
>    NOTE: FOOD WARNING
>    (ooSC: just not the usual kind. :)

<OOC: No doubt. Makes me yearn even more for payday. ;)>

>     James looks around, noting the clean up crew finishing, the
>small group talking about finding Legion, and the smaller group
>actually venturing inside. Those in view or smell of the table are
>rewarded with an elaborately dressed table in black cloth and silver
>dishes, covered with jams, jellies, at least six types of tea. The
>coffee isn't one conjured from Faerie - it seems a very rich, dark
>blend with a very deep coffee taste and just enough bitterness to
>make it coffee instead of chocolate - the beans seem to have been
>ground not too long before, and a small (think rolling tobacco) sack
>lies nearby, still half-full.

Mike grabs a mug of black coffee. He takes a sip. His eyebrows raise.
"Nothing wrong there."

Tink looks up at him expectantly. "Pwease?" Mike sighs, gives Tink a
sip, then pours her a cup of jasmine tea, adding a bit of milk and
sugar.

>    The condiments include waffles, scones, biscuits of both oat and
>wheat types, raisin bread, cinnamon rolls, hot fresh-baked bread, and
>a seemingly mistakenly placed plate of eclairs so fresh the chocalate
>icing hasn't yet solidified, quite. A covered dish also has scrambled
>eggs, another has sliced ham. Then several smaller dishes of hot
>fruit toppings (for the waffles. Real maple syrup (not the fake
>stuff) sits waiting, next to a whole sled of real butter... next to a
>large stack of freshly-made (in smell, at least) buttermilk pancakes.
>Cheese-filled crepes whirl around a platter elaborately just beyond
>that, with a mound of various fruits - including some that it might
>take even Morgan a moment or two to figure out - including Earth
>pineapples, bannanas of both yellow and brown varieties, breadfruits,
>etc.

Mike sets Tink in a chair and starts fixing her a plate. Eggs, ham, a
couple biscuits, butter and honey for each, three golf-ball-sized
oranges, a couple red bananas, a short stack of buttermilk pancakes...

Mike frowns at the plate, reaches out over the table and his arm
disappears up to the elbow. When he brings it back, it holds a small
bowl that matches the plates, and is filled with a thick white grainy
substance that resembles thickened cream of wheat. He takes a bit of
butter, drops it on top and sets it down to the side of Tink's plate.

"Grits," he explains simply. "Sadly, some delicacies never catch on
out of where they are tradition. On the other hand, more reason to
visit those places."

Mike still doesn't seem satisfied, then snaps his fingers. "Milk."

The refridgerator door opens up, as a glass hovers down from a
cabinet. A pitcher of milk hovers out and is about to pour, when Mike
remarks, "Uh, whole, please." The pitcher goes back in the fridge,
another pops out, and pours a large glass of milk.

With the milk back in the fridge and the glass set on the table in
front of Tink, Mike nods. "Perfect. Dig in, Tink."

Mike fixs himself some waffles with maple syrup and eggs on the side
and sips his coffee.

If the meal progresses without the CAoL running off, Tink will put
away three times what Mike does, who's appetite rivals the man Zia
originally mistook him for (or his father).
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 01:25:22 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9

On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 00:13:12 PST
Nemo Said As CAoL Message # 00005196

> On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 21:21:20
> Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005187
>
>    Roland gazes at the few enemy survivors evenly. "/Well, at least
> the MiBs can drag _them_ away. In the meantime, let's eat. That food
> smells _good,_ and I can't remember the last time I actually sat
> down and _ate._/" Roland grins. "/'Never miss a chance to eat,
> sleep, or pee. You never know when your next one will come.'
> -Heinlein's law of combat./"

Nemo has the poor vampire trapped in a sort of "box" of sunlight (he
piped it from where it's daylight and directed it to form the walls
and cover of a box. As long as the vampire doesn't try to cross the
walls, he's ok. But I imagine he has somewhat singed fingers from
learning the hard way what the "sparkle" signified (the sparkle is
just an added visual effect to give him "fair warning").

Nemo has been asking questions while collecting samples of tvarious
bodily fluids and tissues. When the MiB make it obvious that they'd
like to haul the vampire away Nemo will make a great show of
reluctance (and wink at them when the vampire can't see). He'll also
cast a thoughtful eye over the other prisoners (who will likely cringe
if they've seen what he's done to the poor vampire).

He comments (sounding like a stereotypical British "boffin":

"I *must* remember to keep an eye on this place. The most
*interesting* specimens keep popping up."

/Morgan, I figure that my act plus that comment ought to scare the
hell out of some of your 'unfriends'. If you can make use of any of
this stuff I got from the vampire, you are welcome to it. I've already
analysed it./

<OOC: did I find anything interesting?>

> Morgan's eyes go wide as she enters her kitchen. "Daaamn," she
> whispers. Then, to James, "The kitchen must like you. Not many
> people can work that kind of magic in here." She looks at Roland,
> apparently sending a private comment. Roland blushes profusely.

Nemo will avoid the coffe, but he may try some tea, as well as milk
and juice. He'll take small servings of just about everything, He
doesn't *need* to eat, but he taste buds and nose work just fine, and
he has no need to watch his weight. So he'll have some of just about
*everything*, just for the enjoyment.

This will, of course, be interrupted by the scene with Mischief.
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 01:25:33 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 02:02:45 -0500
Molly Said As CAoL Message # 00005197

>Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00005184
>
> Nemisis Is in a Hurry
>  Some thing the other have never truely seen before...
>   The Appearance of flesh drops showing her Living Metal Sheen
>
>\#Hold on Boy, I will be there Momentarily!#\

Mike and Tink are both halfway through their respective breakfasts.
They look at each other and start picking up items off their plates.
Each item flashes within their grasp and vanishes.

>All of this While she Moves a Few Yards from the House
>And Releases a Hello Nurse Split...
>
>\#The Bus is Leaving NOW!#\

/#Coming, Grammie Nemisis!#/ Tink shouts, turning into a 1' diameter
ball of light and flying out the door.

>A Circular Gate Opens to a Few feet from Jim
> Radiating Raw Energy which effective amplifies all energies in the
>  Immediate Area...

"Sorry to eat and run. An excellent repast, James." Mike shifts into a
2' sphere of white glowing plasma and chases after the littler energy
globe. /#Not without me, you aren't, young lady!#/

>\#The Gate will Close in 5.7 seconds.#\
>There is just a touch of suprise in Nemisis Mental Voice...

Both Mike and Tink appear near the gate, just out of its line of
sight, and return to their normal forms. They run through, weapons not
drawn, surprisingly.

>Nemisis addresses Mr. Sinister
>"He, is My Grandson,
> She, Is a Friend,
>You are In Deep Trouble!"

Tink adds, "Yeah!" looking slightly

Mike just smiles. /Anybody who ever wanted to fight Mr. Sinister, come
on through./

He then privately sends straight to Dhyrchlanc's Lens, ^@Molly taught
me her Lensman. And, as Zia seemed to take issue with it, I will say
up front I can't read thoughts on my own this way, just what you send.
Neither could Molly, who was a bit upset when Zia would flinch, as
Molly is hypersensitive about specificly not doing that. Not that Zia
knew, I think. The Lenses are impressively tight. We can't quite match
it, maybe a difference of original fictions, but all in all, very
similar to our natural abilities. You, or at least what is written
about Lensmen, are probably where we got the idea for ours, in fact.
But, I digress in my admiration. The girls wanted you to have this. {}
A present. Should keep any Tom, Dick or Scott from just waltzing in on
the lens link. We really should start having prospective members meet
us in the Place, we're too punchy on the road. See Nemo and Zia for
supporting evidence.@^

The packet of information, Dhryclhanc will immediately realize, is a
suggested patch to rid the lens link of an echo Mike had recently
noticed, probably from the number of kludges everyone (including
himself, natch) had added when new members joined, courtesy of Molly
and the twins.
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 01:25:40 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 02:02:50 -0500
Molly Said As CAoL Message # 00005198

>On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 23:38:02 EDT
>Scott Osborne Said As CAoL Message # 00005183
>
>"I'm coming along to watch, if for no other reason then that I'd like
>to ask her how she defeated some of the best tracing devices known to
>exist..." Scott says.

"How she does that is beyond your clearance, Mr. Osborne," Mike's
voice emminates from just behind him, dripping Tommy Lee Jones/MIB
authority. Mike is, of course, somewhere else.

<OOC: BTW, folks, try to keep the headers when you snip, like the ones
at the top of this message. IIRC, it helps Morgan straighten the order
of posts when she updates each new chapter. (Or something like that, I
know there was some good reason I did it, just can't remember...)>
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 02:04:52 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 02:23:45 -0500
Molly Said As CAoL Message # 00005199

<OOC: Whoops!>

>On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 02:02:45 -0500
>Molly Said As CAoL Message # 00005197
>
>>Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00005184
>>
>>Nemisis addresses Mr. Sinister
>>"He, is My Grandson,
>> She, Is a Friend,
>>You are In Deep Trouble!"
>
>Tink adds, "Yeah!" looking slightly

...ridiculous, considering she is a peeved five year old trying to
stare down Sinister.
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 03:10:52 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: AAE4: The "New" Lens-Link/Psi-Web

On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 06:00:10 -0400
Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00005200

On Weds, July '98 Mike Said
> The packet of information, Dhryclhanc will immediately realize, is a
> suggested patch to rid the lens link of an echo Mike had recently
> noticed, probably from the number of kludges everyone (including
> himself, natch) had added when new members joined, courtesy of Molly
> and the twins.

Before leaving for Sinister's pocket dimension, Dhyrclhanc spends less
than a second to apply the patch to the mental "software" that runs
the Psi-web. Those with sensitive enough input will "feel" the web go
down for a pico-second or so anf then be up and running again within
the space of an eyeblink, or less. The only difference is that the
Link now has the same "feel" to it as a house whose owner just
installed extra insulation.

<semi-OOC/> Now, if all the authors, and future newcomers will
co-operate with me, the link will be what I designed it to be in the
first place; an uncorruptable, undecypherable, undegradeable,
undecomposing, uninterceptable psychic link between all of the
original "charter" members of the CAoL who were on Quarren and, thus,
recieved a mini-Lens from me. </semi-OOC>

<OOC/> Mike has a point, we ought to screen wanna-be CAoLers at the
Place. At least that way we can cut down on the paranioa and
trigger-happiness whenever a new face appears. </OOC>

Before making his own way to Sinister's tesseract Dhyrclhanc sends the
following, /The next time we get a calm moment, sombody remind me to
offer to give anybody who doesn't have one a mini-Lens. Now that I
have the First-Ring back again, I can make them for those that want
one./ And Dhyrclhanc dissapears in as smear of red, orange and amber
hues.
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 03:34:38 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: AAE4: CapriceQuest

On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 06:13:04 -0400
Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00005201

While his attention is held by the newly arrived Nemisis, Mike and
Tink, Dhyrclhanc phases into existance in the tesseract behind
Sinester. PIXAR is, once again, under the protection of its stealth
field.

"Mr. Toliver," begins Dhyrclhanc, on of his DeLameters pointed
straight at the back of Sinister's head, "as much as I *hate* to
belabor the obvious, you are experimenting with one of our friends in
that stasit tube you've got there and we would appriciate it if you
let her go and let us leave. Otherwise, some of us might end up
getting hurt. Not only that, but some of your precious equipment here
might get damaged. I know that you would want to avoid that, would you
not?"

<OOC/> Hey Caprice! You're in charge of this little shindig, I know he
doesn't consider himself thus, but is Mr. Sinister truly evil?
Immoral, yes. Evil? The answer will have a direct effect upon what DC
does next.</OCC>
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 04:34:43 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE4: Heading in for breakfast. (SHORT)

On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 07:16:46 -0400
Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005202

>On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 20:47:37 PST
>Nemo Said As CAoL Message # 00005186
>
>*Silly kitten, wolf cubs aren't much bigger than you are. And they
> like to play the same sort of games kittens do.*

Mischief's mental voice is wary *okay... i'll stay... but only until
mommy comes back and i can ask her*
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 05:04:55 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 07:41:29 -0400
Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005203

>Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00005184
>
>A Circular Gate Opens to a Few feet from Jim
> Radiating Raw Energy which effective amplifies all energies in the
> Immediate Area...

Sinister takes shameless advantage of the fact, increasing his
attempts to blast Jim out of the area, the force beams being replaced
with stronger gravitational effects and tractor-like beams, all
angling at throwing Jim away from Legion and if possible, towards a
portal

>\#The Gate will Close in 5.7 seconds.#\
>There is just a touch of suprise in Nemisis Mental Voice...
>
>Hello Nurse Starts an Analysis of What Is being Done to Caprice.

Legion is within a sealed environment, floating in some goo and
supported by various tubes of what are possibly life support
apperatus.

[OOC: If you wish more than this, mail me directly with your methods]

>Nemisis addresses Mr. Sinister
>"He, is My Grandson,
> She, Is a Friend,
>You are In Deep Trouble!"

Sinister's reply, "And you, madam, are intruding!" Nemisis finds
herself included in the attacks against Jim.

Then
>On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 02:02:45 -0500
>Molly Said As CAoL Message # 00005197
>
>Tink adds, "Yeah!" looking slightly ridiculous, considering she is a
>peeved five year old trying to stare down Sinister.

Sinister doesn't seem to spare Tink a glance, but a spherical
force-shield appears around the child.

Behind him, a second 'container' begins to grow around the one already
holding Legion, adding another layer of defenses.
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 05:05:00 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE4: CapriceQuest

On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 07:50:10 -0400
Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005204

>On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 06:13:04 -0400
>Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00005201
>
>"Mr. Toliver," begins Dhyrclhanc, on of his DeLameters pointed
>straight at the back of Sinister's head, "as much as I *hate* to
>belabor the obvious, you are experimenting with one of our friends in
>that stasit tube you've got there and we would appriciate it if you
>let her go and let us leave. Otherwise, some of us might end up
>getting hurt. Not only that, but some of your precious equipment here
>might get damaged. I know that you would want to avoid that, would
>you not?"

Mr. Sinister's voice is dry, and his accent distinctly British.
"Damage is exactly what I want to avoid. However, if you wish Legion
dead, please do continue on your current course."

Sinister then seems to melt, a second later having vanished.... He
reappears, up out of the floor, beside Legion's container, standing
defensively in front of it.

><OOC/> Hey Caprice! You're in charge of this little shindig, I know
>he doesn't consider himself thus, but is Mr. Sinister truly evil?
>Immoral, yes. Evil? The answer will have a direct effect upon what DC
>does next.</OCC>

[OOC: Evil? No... Immoral, arrogant, prideful, and stubborn... But
this Sinister at this point of time is not Evil. Though how you would
be able to tell...]
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 08:37:35 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 07:17:48 PST
Nemo Said As CAoL Message # 00005206

> On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 02:02:45 -0500
> Molly Said As CAoL Message # 00005197
>
> Mike just smiles. /Anybody who ever wanted to fight Mr. Sinister,
> come on through./

Nemo will play rear-guard and "anchor". This includes holding the gate
open come hell or high water until Roland (or whoever is in command)
*wants* it closed.

<OOC: Mr. Sinister is one of the reasons I started to *loathe* the
X-titles. You guys are welcome to fight him. >
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 08:37:40 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: RE: AAE:Caprice Quest

On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 10:07:30 -0500
Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00005207

Dhyrclhanc:"Anybody, besides myself coming along?"

"That would depend; I won't leave Morgan here unless someone else
stays. I think, m'dear, you've managed to quite annoy someone with
inflated resources who has only just begun to waste their lower
talents."

"If we're all going along, well, that is a bit different - or if
Roland is planning to remain here?" James drains his coffee, and
neatly finishes the eclair, having already consumed a fairly large
share of breakfast, considering his human-size. "There is also some
trouble developing around a place Zia is calling Babylon Five where it
seems there is an enormous space battle with at least three sides
forming up. We'd better work quickly, however we go to it."
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 08:37:45 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: RE: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9

On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 10:07:22 -0500
Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00005208

<Re: Jodi Blake from Roland>
:"I haven't had the displeasure, thank the Light. At least, not to my
:knowledge. It's just that certain Awakened are reasonably well known
:to the entire Masquerade, ..."

     <ooc: This should be a tight to Roland solely link...>
     James doesn't react visibly, but as Roland speaks on, he slips in
a tight mental comment, ^That doesn't explain your knowledge... unless
you're inside the Masquerade, which you state would be just a bit
difficult considering your Halo...^

:>James: "... I'd say it was at least a dual-pronged attempt at
:>corrupting Morgan.
:
:   *Could be,* Roland admits, *though I doubt love has anything to do
:with it. If they corrupt Morgan, they can undermine the entire
:negotiation process. Of course, they have about as good a chance as
:an ice cube in a supernova, but they don't know that.*

     James shakes his head, as if Roland had missed the point, or
points, on that one, but doesn't seem worried enough to try explaining
again.

:> The inclusion of a vampire in this work makes me think of such
:>intentions; can an Immortal be made undead, Roland? Yes, I know how
:>I sound, but I've been doing the same thing, if for perhaps less
:>heinous causes, for quite some time now, and thinking like this sort
:>of enemy isn't hard.*
:
:   *My kind can't be,* Roland replies. *Too hard to perform the
:ritual necessary with all the fireworks going on. Morgan? Who the
:sprock knows? Well, I suppose we could ask Titania. I bet she'd take
:a liking to you,* Roland grins.

     The dapper (once again) young man grins, "I have been honored to
make the acquaintance of the Fair Queen, though in the Shadow whence
it hap, twere under another name. But as is said, a rose is a rose, by
any name smells as sweet." He manages to ditch the Elizabethan Middle
English creeping into his speech with an obvious effort. There is ...
something odd in his face, like there is vast amusement covering some
deeper emotion, perhaps?

:>The Men in Black canvassing the area will find something quite
:>unlikely - absolutely no one saw or noticed any of the latest
:>high-jinx at Morgan's house. Almost as if some reality-bending force
:>had simply made up it's (his!) mind that such notice being taken
:>would be highly improbable.
:
:   Jason pulls out an Apple Newton and begins tapping at it. <plug>
:Oppose MicroBorg-support the Apple resistance!</plug> "Argus unit,
:get on that effect, stat. The Veil isn't _that_ effective."

"Not necessary. It is already attenuating." James remarks, stubbing
out his finished cigarette.

:Morgan's eyes go wide as she enters her kitchen. "Daaamn," she
:whispers. Then, to James, "The kitchen must like you. Not many people
:can work that kind of magic in here." She looks at Roland, apparently
:sending a private comment. Roland blushes profusely.

     In the byplay, the two hosts miss James' half-rueful grin. "Well.
Like I said, Fae Magic." He attempts to pass it off. "It seems there
is some... crossover effect, between the Shadows where the Fey Ones
are concerned.
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 09:36:45 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE4: Heading in for breakfast. (SHORT)

On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 09:14:41
Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005209

>On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 20:47:37 PST
>Nemo Said As CAoL Message # 00005186
>
>> On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 21:19:27 -0400
>> Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005174
>>
>> Mischief looks up. *can't I come with? i'm a good kitten. i'll
>> help! wolves are big... they might step on little kittens...*
>
>/Morgan? Anything I can do to help?/

/You might see if James put any radishes out,/ Morgan sends with a
grin.

<OOC: I don't know if you've been with us long enough to remember, but
Mischief's been known to pass up milk for radishes.>

>*Silly kitten, wolf cubs aren't much bigger than you are. And they
> like to play the same sort of games kittens do.*
>
>(aside to Buffy)
>
>^Would it be alright to offer him a *small* piece of fresh tuna? I
> know that too much isn't good for them, but I've yet to meet a cat
> that doesn't love it.^

<OOC: Oops, I almost responded to that. :-) Let's just try a little
synchronicity.>

*And they're smart , too, like their Mommy. You remeber Leetah?*

Morgan gets some catnip out of another cupboard. *Buffy, do you
remember how Fuzzy fixed this? If the canned tuna isn't good enough, I
could probably get the kitchen to provide fresh.*
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 12:22:43 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

Fuzzy Said As CAoL Message # 00005210

> On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 07:17:48 PST
> Nemo Said As CAoL Message # 00005206
>
> Nemo will play rear-guard and "anchor". This includes holding the
> gate open come hell or high water until Roland (or whoever is in
> command) *wants* it closed.

The Chaos Gate Must be closed on schedule 6 Seconds after it opened,
 or its control mechanism will be destroyed a few seconds later,
  Releaseing a Flood of Timeless Energy (Simak: Cosmic Engineers),
   That will destroy Both Universes...
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 12:47:46 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 12:15:52 -0700 (MST)
Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00005211

> On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 07:41:29 -0400
> Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005203
>
> Sinister doesn't seem to spare Tink a glance, but a spherical
> force-shield appears around the child.
>
> Behind him, a second 'container' begins to grow around the one
> already holding Legion, adding another layer of defenses.

 Jim is getting tired of dodging these attacks adn with the rest of
the group here to guard Caprice, he plots a plan of attack. Letting
one of the force beams catch him and propel him backwards, he opens an
X-window at the last moment in front of hte portal before disappearing
through.
 The opposite end of hte window appears across the room, but nothing
comes out before it closes. For a moment it seems to all but Nemesis
and Tink that Jim is gone. They however can see the truth that is soon
revealed to everyone else.
 Billions of nanites that compose Jim swarm out of hte window spread
apart to the appearance of an invisible gas. They move towards
Sinister and converge quickly to form a cocoon around him, lifting him
off the floor a bit in the process to get under him.
 To the outside it looks liek a featureless chrome cocoon. On the
inside, Jim's face comes out of one of hte walls around Sinister and
the inside lights up so he can see it.
 "You are becoming bothersome yourself. I have no wish to destroy you
as that may put Caprice in danger, but neither can I abide this
behavior when someone I hope to call freind lies with an uncertain
condition. I must now insist that you cooperate or the others will
find a way to access your equipment and make your presnese no longer
needed. And do not think to attack my form to escape. Internally or
externally any attacks will find their way to you."
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 13:34:07 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE4: CapriceQuest

Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00005212

> On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 07:50:10 -0400
> Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005204
>
> Mr. Sinister's voice is dry, and his accent distinctly British.
> "Damage is exactly what I want to avoid. However, if you wish Legion
> dead, please do continue on your current course."

"To date you are the only one who has Taken Risky actions,
  All My Grandson did was ask Questions,
   You Attacked Him...
 This Behavior does not seem indicative of Benign Intent,
  where Our Friend Is concerned."
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 13:34:21 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE4: Heading in for breakfast. (SHORT)

Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00005214

> On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 09:14:41
> Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005209
>
> Morgan gets some catnip out of another cupboard. *Buffy, do you
> remember how Fuzzy fixed this? If the canned tuna isn't good enough,
> I could probably get the kitchen to provide fresh.*

\Of Course,
  {} is it,
   Fresh Would be Best,
    I could send a Split out to Fetch a Fresh Tuna.
     Should I?\
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 17:34:28 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 20:21:37 -0400
Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005216

>On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 12:15:52 -0700 (MST)
>Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00005211
>
> "You are becoming bothersome yourself. I have no wish to destroy you
>as that may put Caprice in danger, but neither can I abide this
>behavior when someone I hope to call freind lies with an uncertain
>condition. I must now insist that you cooperate or the others will
>find a way to access your equipment and make your presnese no longer
>needed. And do not think to attack my form to escape. Internally or
>externally any attacks will find their way to you."

Sinister's eyes glow in fury. "YOU can not abide!" A shimmering
forceshield appears around him, within the cocoon. Anyone with a shred
of empathic ability can feel rage coming not just from him, but
seeming to 'echo' from all around. "It is YOU who have invaded my
home!" The forcefield begins to spread outwards in surges. "YOU who
have attempted to tamper with my equipment." The forcefield touches
the cocoon... and keeps expanding. "YOU who have endangered the life
of my patient!"
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 18:03:47 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00005217

> On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 20:21:37 -0400
> Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005216
>
> Sinister's eyes glow in fury. "YOU can not abide!" A shimmering
> forceshield appears around him, within the cocoon. Anyone with a
> shred of empathic ability can feel rage coming not just from him,
> but seeming to 'echo' from all around. "It is YOU who have invaded
> my home!" The forcefield begins to spread outwards in surges. "YOU
> who have attempted to tamper with my equipment." The forcefield
> touches the cocoon... and keeps expanding. "YOU who have endangered
> the life of my patient!"

"Doctor,
  This behavior is Not productive."
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 19:07:49 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 19:26:21 -0700 (MST)
Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00005219

> On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 20:21:37 -0400
> Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005216
>
> Sinister's eyes glow in fury. "YOU can not abide!" A shimmering
> forceshield appears around him, within the cocoon. Anyone with a
> shred of empathic ability can feel rage coming not just from him,
> but seeming to 'echo' from all around. "It is YOU who have invaded
> my home!" The forcefield begins to spread outwards in surges. "YOU
> who have attempted to tamper with my equipment." The forcefield
> touches the cocoon... and keeps expanding. "YOU who have endangered
> the life of my patient!"

 The forcefield begins to push against the Cocoon, but then a modified
x-window field appears along the inside of the cocoon. When the
forcefield touches it, it bends back upon itself like a rifle in a
tree in the buggs bunny cartoon. The harder it pushes, the harder the
force pushing back since it is technically the exact same feild.
 "I attempted only information, no modification or re-setting because
of your undo secrecy. Your attack was unwarented adn a blantent
over-reaction besides being a violation of one of the most ancient
rules of combat; never attack until you have evaluated your opponent.
I came meaning no harm and still intend none. Any harm done to you
shall be the result of your own doing. All this senseless violence can
quickly be ended if you will simply have the decency to tell us what
is going on."
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 22:38:47 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 21:38:35 PST
Nemo Said As CAoL Message # 00005220

> On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 10:07:30 -0500
> Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00005207
>
> "If we're all going along, well, that is a bit different - or if
> Roland is planning to remain here?" James drains his coffee, and
> neatly finishes the eclair, having already consumed a fairly large
> share of breakfast, considering his human-size. "There is also some
> trouble developing around a place Zia is calling Babylon Five where
> it seems there is an enormous space battle with at least three sides
> forming up. We'd better work quickly, however we go to it."

"A space battle? Please allow me to provide our transport. I've got an
old ship that we haven't been using that ought to be able to safe
enough under most conditions. She's old, but sound. And *very*
reliable."
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 22:38:52 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 21:43:19 PST
Nemo Said As CAoL Message # 00005221

> Fuzzy Said As CAoL Message # 00005210
>
> The Chaos Gate Must be closed on schedule 6 Seconds after it opened,
>  or its control mechanism will be destroyed a few seconds later,
>   Releaseing a Flood of Timeless Energy (Simak: Cosmic Engineers),
>    That will destroy Both Universes...

Ok, so, he'll scan the location and contruct an "escape hatch" gate
for you guys.
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 22:38:56 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE4: Heading in for breakfast. (SHORT)

On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 21:47:06 PST
Nemo Said As CAoL Message # 00005222

> Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00005214
>
> \Of Course,
>   {} is it,
>    Fresh Would be Best,
>     I could send a Split out to Fetch a Fresh Tuna.
>      Should I?\

*No need, I can fetch some easily. Sushi is a weakness of mine.*
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 22:39:01 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: AAE IV: Sinister Intentions

On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 22:29:28
Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005223

   (OOC warning: I've worked three straight twelve hour days. If I'm
incoherent, you know why. 8^)

>On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 00:13:12 PST
>Nemo Said As CAoL Message # 00005196
>
>He comments (sounding like a stereotypical British "boffin":
>
>"I *must* remember to keep an eye on this place. The most
> *interesting* specimens keep popping up."

   One of the MiBs stares longingly at the sunlight 'cage.' "And I
thought _Order_ tech was advanced..."

>/Morgan, I figure that my act plus that comment ought to scare the
> hell out of some of your 'unfriends'. If you can make use of any of
> this stuff I got from the vampire, you are welcome to it. I've
> already analysed it./
>
><OOC: did I find anything interesting?>

   (OOC: _You?_ Yeah. You understand the metaphysical basis for its
existence, how they derive energy from blood, and how it can be cured.
Hey, I figure an Ascended neo-human should be able to figure this
stuff out. Unfortunately, most of what you know will go over the head
of any Earth-9 Awakened below Master level...)

Later...
>Mike just smiles. /Anybody who ever wanted to fight Mr. Sinister,
>come on through./

   Roland smiles a feral snarl of a smile. /That would be me./ He
begins to fade...
   ...then remembers what happened the _last_ time he left his wife on
Earth-9. He resolidifies.
   /Stay put, dear, this one's on me,/ a familiar voice echoes through
the lens link.
   /Sil?/
   /Who else?/ Sil can be sensed just 'outside' the pocket reality set
up by Sinister. /And as much as I'd like to turn Sinister into
free-floating particles, fighting him right now is
counter-productive./
   /At least blast him one for me,/ Roland laughs.
   /Back-seat fighter,/ Sil replies in kind.

Also, James said:
>"If we're all going along, well, that is a bit different - or if
>Roland is planning to remain here?" James drains his coffee, and
>neatly finishes the eclair, having already consumed a fairly large
>share of breakfast, considering his human-size. "There is also some
>trouble developing around a place Zia is calling Babylon Five where
>it seems there is an enormous space battle with at least three sides
>forming up. We'd better work quickly, however we go to it."

   "I'm coordinating from here, but when Sil-that's my Guide-when she
tells me to stay put, I'm inclined to listen. If I see Sinister, I'd
probably think with my fists." Roland starts to say something, but
thinks better of it. Now that James allowed 'in,' however, he _might_
have heard a name. Blofeld.

>     James doesn't react visibly, but as Roland speaks on, he
>slips in a tight mental comment, ^That doesn't explain your
>knowledge... unless you're inside the Masquerade, which you state
>would be just a bit difficult considering your Halo...^

   (OOC: The Masquerade has a broader meaning on Earth-9 than it does
in the standard WoD. It's the general phrase that the 'Weaver' aligned
forces-the Camarilla, Aeon Covenant, and the Order of Reason-use to
refer to the illusion of mundane reality, and to those hidden by it.)

>:   Jason pulls out an Apple Newton and begins tapping at it. <plug>
>:Oppose MicroBorg-support the Apple resistance!</plug> "Argus unit,
>:get on that effect, stat. The Veil isn't _that_ effective."
>
>"Not necessary. It is already attenuating." James remarks, stubbing
>out his finished cigarette.

   Jason curses fluently. In Ancient Greek.

   Elsewhen.
>On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 19:26:21 -0700 (MST)
>Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00005219
>
> "I attempted only information, no modification or re-setting because
>of your undo secrecy. Your attack was unwarented adn a blantent
>over-reaction besides being a violation of one of the most ancient
>rules of combat; never attack until you have evaluated your opponent.
>I came meaning no harm and still intend none. Any harm done to you
>shall be the result of your own doing. All this senseless violence
>can quickly be ended if you will simply have the decency to tell us
>what is going on."

   "Sadly," those within the pocket reality hear, "It has never been
Sinister's way to explain himself to anyone. Has it, Sinister?" The
feminine voice seems to crackle with a distant fire. "You, my kind
call thought-killer and fire-cager. And I would gladly reduce you to
your component molecules. But quite frankly, I haven't the time."
   Sil follows the easiest route into Sinister's lab. She does not
resist the snaking tentacles that reach out to snare her, nor the
forcefield pushing her away from Sinister and Legion. "If you truly
care for the fate of your patient, Nathaniel, I suggest you tell us
why she is here. We are her friends and will help you, if you are
attempting to help _her._ If you are not..." Her eyes light up in a
way _very_ familiar to Sinister. "You have fought those bearing my
power before. And lost, every time."
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 23:23:13 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

Fuzzy Said As CAoL Message # 00005224

> On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 21:43:19 PST
> Nemo Said As CAoL Message # 00005221
>
> Ok, so, he'll scan the location and contruct an "escape hatch" gate
> for you guys.

Fuzzy is just a bit too slow,
 After shaking off the shock of Nemisis Picking his pocket,
  He Runs for the Gate but misses it by a fraction of a sencond,
   Just as Nemisis intended...
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 23:34:30 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: AAE4: Return of old friends (& a few new ones)

On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 23:12:43
Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005225

At 01:34 PM 7/29/98 -0700, you wrote:
>Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00005214
>
>\Of Course,
>  {} is it,
>   Fresh Would be Best,
>    I could send a Split out to Fetch a Fresh Tuna.
>     Should I?\

/If you would, thanks, about this {} much/ Morgan sends to
Buffy/Nemisis, indicating far more than Mischief could eat on a good
day.

>On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 07:16:46 -0400
>Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005202
>
>Mischief's mental voice is wary *okay... i'll stay... but only until
>mommy comes back and i can ask her*

Morgan smiles at the kitten. *I think they'll be glad for the visit,
too.* She walks to the living room and picks up a snowglobe from the
mantle. Inside can be seen the Heart of Arcadia, in all it's splendor.
She concentrates, and the view changes to show two large wolves, one
almost black, the other silver-grey, watching a litter of pups playing
with a young (or at least small) dragon. The dark wolf looks up as the
view comes into focus.

A moment later, a portal opens and three small furballs bounce
through, followed by their parents. The pups head for Mischief, but
stop at a respectful distance so they can all get each others' scent
before running off to play. The adults walk over to Morgan, one
nuzzling at each hand. *Stay inside! You can play in the basement if
you want room to run,* Morgan sends as the 'kids' run off.

*Hello, Cutter,* Morgan buries her face briefly in dark fur. Repeating
the motion with the silver wolf, *Hi, Leetah.*

*We've missed you,* Cutter sends. *Things have been pretty quiet, but
then again, Arcaida is often how you want it to be. Where's your
mate?*

*In the kitchen. We'll all be going off on another 'mission' soon, but
right now some of the team has gone to, presumably, rescue Caprice.
When she went down Mischief showed up here.*

*The kids will enjoy having a new playmate,* Leetah smiles (although
you have to know wolves to know it's a smile). *And how have things
been with you?* Morgan sends them a brief rundown of recent events.
Cutter growls softly, and Morgan knows without anyone sending that her
old companions aren't going to be leaving for a while....

<OOC: OK, for the newer folks, Cutter and Leetah _are_ named for the
Elfquest elves, but have no other relation. They showed up with Morgan
at the end of AAE1 and were her constant companions until the end of
AAE3. They've been in Arcadia starting a family since Roland and
Morgan's honeymoon. And, IIRC, they're on the lens link if anyone else
wants to say "hi.">
===========================

Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 23:50:25 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 00:19:28 -0500
Molly Said As CAoL Message # 00005226 (& 5227)

>On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 19:26:21 -0700 (MST)
>Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00005219
> "I attempted only information, no modification or re-setting because
>of your undo secrecy. Your attack was unwarented adn a blantent
>over-reaction besides being a violation of one of the most ancient
>rules of combat; never attack until you have evaluated your opponent.
>I came meaning no harm and still intend none. Any harm done to you
>shall be the result of your own doing. All this senseless violence
>can quickly be ended if you will simply have the decency to tell us
>what is going on."

From within the forcefield, Tink winks at Mike, who nods in reply.

Both disappear.

From within the cocoon, three cartoon characters appear around
Sinister. The two that pop up over his left shoulder announce "We're
the Warner brothers!" The one on the right says "And the Warner
sister!"

Yakko says, "So, Nathanial... can I call you Nathan?"

Dot says, "Can I call you Nate?"

Wakko says, "Can I call you Dadoo?"

Meanwhile, Mike appears next to the cylindar, quickly runs a tricorder
over it, then disappears, only to return to where he was standing just
as Tink appears in his arms. Yakko. Wakko, and Dot vanish from the
cocoon.

Tink thinks to 'themselves', [How was that for a diversion?]

Mike thinks to 'themselves', [Just fine.]

/Hmm, four DNA strands, one trying to overwrite the other three.
Normally, I would think that was Sinister's doing, trying to overwrite
Legion's DNA, but the other three aren't identical. In this case, I am
betting on the opposite. If I were Sinister, I would be trying to
expose her to different forms of DNA to see how much she could handle
before she was overwhelmed. Any opinions, pro or con? I've never had
dealings with him beyond reading a few issues in the comics./
===========================

Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 00:23:20 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: AAE4: Return of old friends (& a few new ones)

Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00005228 (& 5229)

> On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 23:12:43
> Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005225
>
> At 01:34 PM 7/29/98 -0700, you wrote:
>>Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00005214
>>\Of Course,
>>  {} is it,
>>   Fresh Would be Best,
>>    I could send a Split out to Fetch a Fresh Tuna.
>>     Should I?\
>
> /If you would, thanks, about this {} much/ Morgan sends to
> Buffy/Nemisis, indicating far more than Mischief could eat on a good
> day.

/I don't believe that Fuzzy would approve of treating Prey in that
 Manner, Unless you know someone who could use the Rest of The Fish,
   I will allow Nemo to supply the Fish./

> *The kids will enjoy having a new playmate,* Leetah smiles (although
> you have to know wolves to know it's a smile). *And how have things
> been with you?* Morgan sends them a brief rundown of recent events.
> Cutter growls softly, and Morgan knows without anyone sending that
> her old companions aren't going to be leaving for a while....

=Greetings.=

Feline Commen and Canine Commen are simular enough that as long as
"Technical" Vocabulary is not used they usually understand each other.
===========================

Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 05:07:26 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE4: Return of old friends (& a few new ones)

On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 07:01:20 -0400
Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005230

>On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 23:12:43
>Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005225
>
>A moment later, a portal opens and three small furballs bounce
>through, followed by their parents. The pups head for Mischief, but
>stop at a respectful distance so they can all get each others' scent
>before running off to play. The adults walk over to Morgan, one
>nuzzling at each hand. *Stay inside! You can play in the basement if
>you want room to run,* Morgan sends as the 'kids' run off.

Mischief approaches the wolf cubs warily, exchanging sniffs. Suddenly
she licks a girl-pup on the nose. *let's go run! bet the other's can't
catch us!* Mischief takes off at a playful run, heading in the vague
direction of the basement.
===========================

Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 05:07:31 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE IV: Sinister Intentions

On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 07:10:25 -0400
Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005231

>On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 22:29:28
>Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005223
>
>> "I attempted only information, no modification or re-setting
>>because of your undo secrecy. Your attack was unwarented adn a
>>blantent over-reaction besides being a violation of one of the most
>>ancient rules of combat; never attack until you have evaluated your
>>opponent. I came meaning no harm and still intend none. Any harm
>>done to you shall be the result of your own doing. All this
>>senseless violence can quickly be ended if you will simply have the
>>decency to tell us what is going on."

Sinister stops the expansion the instant the field is pushed back one
mm. Having achieved his goal, a bit of breathing room.

>   "Sadly," those within the pocket reality hear, "It has never been
>Sinister's way to explain himself to anyone. Has it, Sinister?" The
>feminine voice seems to crackle with a distant fire. "You, my kind
>call thought-killer and fire-cager. And I would gladly reduce you to
>your component molecules. But quite frankly, I haven't the time."

Sinister says coldly. "Thus speaks the devourer of worlds."

>   Sil follows the easiest route into Sinister's lab. She does not
>resist the snaking tentacles that reach out to snare her, nor the
>forcefield pushing her away from Sinister and Legion. "If you truly
>care for the fate of your patient, Nathaniel, I suggest you tell us
>why she is here. We are her friends and will help you, if you are
>attempting to help _her._ If you are not..." Her eyes light up in a
>way _very_ familiar to Sinister. "You have fought those bearing my
>power before. And lost, every time."

Sinister says in icy tones, "I neither desire nor require your help.
Legion's unique nature was destroying her. I am correcting the damage
that her travels with you and her other so-called friends have
caused."
===========================

Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 05:07:37 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 07:16:39 -0400
Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005232

>On 30 Jul 1998 06:50:48 GMT, In alt.callahans
>Molly Said As CAoL Message # 00005227
>
>Meanwhile, Mike appears next to the cylindar, quickly runs a
>tricorder over it, then disappears, only to return to where he was
>standing just as Tink appears in his arms. Yakko. Wakko, and Dot
>vanish from the cocoon.
*snip*

Unfortunately, the diversion has an unexpected affect. With the
Phoenix present the level of danger has gone up in Sinister's
estimation by several orders of magnitude. He vanishes out of the
cocoon, appearing in front of Legion's tank. He doesn't do anything
visiable... but opens his symbiotic bond with the Tessaract to its
fullest extent. If you insist on persuing this course, it will not be
a man you fight...
     ... it will be a dimension.
===========================

Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 09:15:42 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: RE: AAE IV: Earth-9: After Breakfast Moving Out (was:
Sinister Intentions)

On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 10:32:15 -0500
Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00005234

:From: Morgan
:Sent: Thursday, July 30, 1998 12:39 AM
<ooc: Slightly re-arranged for continuity's sake>

During the MIB cleanup scene.
:>"Not necessary. It is already attenuating." James remarks, stubbing
:>out his finished cigarette.
:
:   Jason curses fluently. In Ancient Greek.

James snaps him a cold glance, "There is a lady present, _sir_. In
fact, you happen to be a _guest_ in her home. What seems to be your
difficulty? You could simply ask me about it, if it's troublesome."

     *    *    *
At breakfast, a bit later...
:   "I'm coordinating from here, but when Sil-that's my Guide-when she
:tells me to stay put, I'm inclined to listen. If I see Sinister, I'd
:probably think with my fists." Roland starts to say something, but
:thinks better of it. Now that James allowed 'in,' however, he _might_
:have heard a name. Blofeld.

James is much sharper as a telepath and telekinetic than any other
disciplines. So he heard that, and (given his namesake) he would
definitely recognize the name. Despite his curiosity, however, once
James realizes Roland didn't intentionally send that, he ignores the
fact that he over-teeped it with an almost Vulcan-esque control.
Nevertheless, Roland can tell he'd really like to know.

Instead, James nods to Nemo. "Transportation?" He repeats in a mildly
puzzled tone. "Oh!" When the coin finally drops - it's still quite
early and James didn't get a full complement of sleep. "Ah, yes. I
don't usually have accompaniment, and my own needs are met with less
substantial forms." He sets his coffee down when he stands. After a
long moment of seeming abstraction, during which Roland senses no
other contact with his mind, his expression goes slightly puzzled and
concerned. "Zia says she can feel the emanations of a Broken Pattern,
now, but something isn't right about it." He snorts, "Well, less right
than usual. We better go - she'll get herself in trouble. Too curious.
The folks already engaged with Legion's assistancec should be more
than sufficient, I would venture a guess."

The dapper assassin glances at Nemo, "What do you estimate as an ETA
on this "old" ship of yours?" He has a half-smile lurking however, as
if he thinks even old equipment might be stunning given the CAoL's
power level.
===========================

Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 09:15:50 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE4: Return of old friends (& a few new ones)

On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 08:31:36
Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005235

At 12:23 AM 7/30/98 -0700, you wrote:
>Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00005228 (& 5229)
>
>/I don't believe that Fuzzy would approve of treating Prey in that
>  Manner, Unless you know someone who could use the Rest of The Fish,
>   I will allow Nemo to supply the Fish./

/Oh, I don't think any of it will go to waste..../ Morgan sends with a
grin as she heads for the living room.

>On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 07:01:20 -0400
>Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005230
>
>Mischief approaches the wolf cubs warily, exchanging sniffs. Suddenly
>she licks a girl-pup on the nose. *let's go run! bet the other's
>can't catch us!* Mischief takes off at a playful run, heading in the
>vague direction of the basement.

*Wanna bet?* The pups may have had a chance, if they hadn't tripped
over each other in their haste to join the game.

<OOC: Morgan will ask the house to set the Danger Room for an Arcadian
like play area, maintain full safeties, and not let the kids out
without checking with a trusted adult.>
===========================

Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 10:52:55 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE4: Return of old friends (& a few new ones)

Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00005236

> On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 08:31:36
> Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005235
>
> *Wanna bet?* The pups may have had a chance, if they hadn't tripped
> over each other in their haste to join the game.

Since Mischief is Distracted playing tag with the Pups,
 Buffy will go for Tuna Herself...
Porting out

She returns about 20 Minutes later,
 With a Freshly caught Whole Tuna

"=And How might Wolves and Wolf Cubs,
   Like their share?="

As she starts to cleaning and Fillet the catch...
 Being very careful about bones...
===========================

Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 12:07:04 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE IV: Sinister Intentions

On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 12:39:59 -0700 (MST)
Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00005237

> On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 07:10:25 -0400
> Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005231
>
> Sinister says in icy tones, "I neither desire nor require your help.
> Legion's unique nature was destroying her. I am correcting the
> damage that her travels with you and her other so-called friends
> have caused."

 As Sinister begins to give some expinations of what is going on, Jim
gives the common courtesy of letting him see those he's adressing and
the coccoon seems to melt as ti folds down upon itself revealing his
head.
===========================

Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 12:07:12 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 12:43:10 -0700 (MST)
Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00005238

> On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 07:16:39 -0400
> Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005232
>
> Unfortunately, the diversion has an unexpected affect. With the
> Phoenix present the level of danger has gone up in Sinister's
> estimation by several orders of magnitude. He vanishes out of the
> cocoon, appearing in front of Legion's tank. He doesn't do anything
> visiable... but opens his symbiotic bond with the Tessaract to its
> fullest extent. If you insist on persuing this course, it will not
> be a man you fight...
>    ... it will be a dimension.

 Jim re-forms his human appearence as his captive is now gone. He
stands there patiently with a look on his face as if he expects
Sinister to go on with his disertation on the problems currently
beseiging Legion.
===========================

Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 18:32:22 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE4: Return of old friends (& a few new ones)

On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 17:45:06
Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005239

At 10:52 AM 7/30/98 -0700, you wrote:
>Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00005236
>
>Since Mischief is Distracted playing tag with the Pups,
> Buffy will go for Tuna Herself...
>Porting out
>
>She returns about 20 Minutes later,
> With a Freshly caught Whole Tuna
>
>"=And How might Wolves and Wolf Cubs,
>   Like their share?="
>
>As she starts to cleaning and Fillet the catch...
> Being very careful about bones...

Morgan replies, *Nothing fancy. Removing the potentially harmful parts
from the cubs' would be a nice gesture, but they're used to having it
au naturale.*
===========================

Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 19:08:39 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 21:59:06 -0400
Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005240

>On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 12:43:10 -0700 (MST)
>Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00005238
>
> Jim re-forms his human appearence as his captive is now gone. He
>stands there patiently with a look on his face as if he expects
>Sinister to go on with his disertation on the problems currently
>beseiging Legion.

[OOC: Guess I'd have to hand in my villian's card if I passed up the
chance...]

Sinister lays one hand on the containers shielding Legion. "Legion
possesses a unique nature, one that changes with each reality she
visits. There are few exceptions, save a few places such as this one.
On entering a new reality, she begins to undergo a series of physical
and mental changes, which take from one to two weeks to completely
finish. The physical changes occur all the way down to the genetic
level."

He turns glowing red eyes to regard those present. "If she leaves that
reality before the process is complete, her DNA is a combination of
old and new... a combination that may not work perfectly together. If
this process is repeated several times... her body begins to turn
against itself, her immune system no longer able to identify her own
tissues."
===========================

Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 19:37:40 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 22:13:25 EDT
Scott Osborne Said As CAoL Message # 00005241

> He turns glowing red eyes to regard those present. "If she leaves
> that reality before the process is complete, her DNA is a
> combination of old and new... a combination that may not work
> perfectly together. If this process is repeated several times... her
> body begins to turn against itself, her immune system no longer able
> to identify her own tissues."

A voice that sounds remarkably like Jim's (but isn't) says "So what
you're trying to do is some simple clean-up work? What if she were to
stay in a dimention for a few weeks, wouldn't that correct the
problem?"

<OOC: I'd rather not have Scott reveal himself. He's trying to
avoiding detection, Thank You.>
===========================

Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 20:06:32 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 22:54:31 -0400
Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005242

>On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 22:13:25 EDT
>Scott Osborne Said As CAoL Message # 00005241
>
>A voice that sounds remarkably like Jim's (but isn't) says "So what
>you're trying to do is some simple clean-up work? What if she were to
>stay in a dimention for a few weeks, wouldn't that correct the
>problem?"

Sinister replies angrily, "There is nothing simple about her
condition, or the psychosis that accompanies it! She would have been
dead with days. A few more hours of _uninterrupted_ work, and it will
be safe to awake her."
===========================

Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 20:41:43 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE4: Return of old friends (& a few new ones)

Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00005243

> On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 17:45:06
> Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005239
>
> Morgan replies, *Nothing fancy. Removing the potentially harmful
> parts from the cubs' would be a nice gesture, but they're used to
> having it au naturale.*

"=Hmmm, perhaps just a touch of crabgrass for flavor...="

Buffy start prepairing trays of Tuna in many different ways,
Supplying her own Trays with built in temp control as Needed.
===========================

Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 20:41:49 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest

Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00005244

> On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 22:54:31 -0400
> Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005242
>
> Sinister replies angrily, "There is nothing simple about her
> condition, or the psychosis that accompanies it! She would have been
> dead with days. A few more hours of _uninterrupted_ work, and it
> will be safe to awake her."

"I had begun to suspect that,
  And I believe that Compleate Assimilation in just One Reality,
   Would be insuficiant to clear the problem..."

"However,
  I have learn to distrust to ulterior motives,
   Of those who behave as you do, Doctor."

"I believe we could call the battle off,
  If you would allow an observer to remain."
===========================

Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 21:09:01 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE IV: Sinister Intentions

On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 20:38:08
Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005245

>On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 07:10:25 -0400
>Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005231
>
>>On Wed, 29 Jul 1998 22:29:28
>>Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005223
>
>>   "Sadly," those within the pocket reality hear, "It has never been
>>Sinister's way to explain him-self to anyone. Has it, Sinister?" The
>>feminine voice seems to crackle with a distant fire. "You, my kind
>>call thought-killer and fire-cager. And I would gladly reduce you to
>>your component molecules. But quite frankly, I haven't the time."
>
>Sinister says coldly. "Thus speaks the devourer of worlds."

   Sil has the decency to look embarassed. "Mother's avatar here has
had...difficulties, true. Can you honestly claim, however, to have had
no part in that tragedy?"

>Sinister says in icy tones, "I neither desire nor require your help.
>Legion's unique nature was destroying her. I am correcting the damage
>that her travels with you and her other so-called friends have
>caused."

   (OOC: Sinister would almost certainly have noted by now that while
Sil _does_ bear the power of Phoenix, she only carries a sliver-much
as Rachel did once. She's about the equal of the Silver Surfer at the
moment.
   (Now, if Sinister's _really_ good, he might be able to figure out
that any attempt on Sil's part to draw _more_ of Phoenix into herself,
she'll fail...the entity behind the Phoenix Force seems preoccupied
somehow...yep, that's a shameless plug)
   Sil's frown vanishes. "I see," she replies conversationally, as if
Sinister hadn't just been phenomenally insulting and arrogant. "May we
watch? Jean therapy is your specialty, after all, and I so love to
watch a master work."
   A few peanuts appear and bounce off Sil's head.
===========================

Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 21:09:07 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: RE: AAE IV: Earth-9: After Breakfast Moving Out (was:

On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 20:54:59
Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005246

>On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 10:32:15 -0500
>Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00005234
>
>:   Jason curses fluently. In Ancient Greek.
>
>James snaps him a cold glance, "There is a lady present, _sir_. In
>fact, you happen to be a _guest_ in her home. What seems to be your
>difficulty? You could simply ask me about it, if it's troublesome."

   "Well, aside from the fact that you're correct about the
attenuating effect and that you are familiar with Greek pejoratives
unused since Rome fell, not much," Jason replies, vaguely amused. "We
have a fair amount of difficulty keeping Sleepers alive during these
little events, and an effect like that could prove most useful.
Besides, it would make the Neuralyzers unnecessary, pleasing a great
many people who are uncomfortable with them." Jason's eyes flicker
briefly in Roland's direction.

>James said: "If we're all going along, well, that is a bit different
>- or if Roland is planning to remain here?" James drains his coffee,
>and neatly finishes the eclair, having already consumed a fairly
>large share of breakfast, considering his human-size. "There is also
>some trouble developing around a place Zia is calling Babylon Five
>where it seems there is an enormous space battle with at least three
>sides forming up. We'd better work quickly, however we go to it."

   "B-5?" Roland replies. "KnightMare," he says, his eyes darkening.

>James is much sharper as a telepath and telekinetic than any other
>disciplines. So he heard that, and (given his namesake) he would
>definitely recognize the name. Despite his curiosity, however, once
>James realizes Roland didn't intentionally send that, he ignores the
>fact that he over-teeped it with an almost Vulcan-esque control.
>Nevertheless, Roland can tell he'd really like to know.

   Roland blushes (tm). *Sorry. Tried to shield that one. Sinister
isn't as high on my list as bald boy is on yours, but given how much
grief he's given to my friends in that reality, I would dearly love to
give him my...regards.*

> After a long moment of seeming abstraction, during which Roland
>senses no other contact with his mind, his expression goes slightly
>puzzled and concerned. "Zia says she can feel the emanations of a
>Broken Pattern, now, but something isn't right about it." He snorts,
>"Well, less right than usual. We better go - she'll get herself in
>trouble. Too curious. The folks already engaged with Legion's
>assistancec should be more than sufficient, I would venture a guess."

   "And we can send assistance if necessary." Roland nods, wiping his
mouth of the last of an enormous pile of food. (Somehow, he managed to
eat neatly, tho...gotta be the TK, it's got to be...)
   Before they can go, however, there's a knock at the door.
   If anyone gets it, they see an absolutely stunning woman at the
door. The only color on her is her green eyes; other than that, her
lips and nails are silver, her skin is white, and her hair and dress
are black. She smiles politely. "May I come in?"
   Everyone instantly knows her, somehow, as the Queen of Air and
Darkness of this world's Arcadia...
   (OOC: Ain't I a stinker? <eg> Next time: the origin of KnightMare!
Assuming folx don't start shooting at Her Majesty, that is. ;^)
===========================

Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 22:15:48 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE IV: Earth-9: After Breakfast Moving Out (was:
Sinister Intentions)

On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 21:05:32 PST
Nemo Said As CAoL Message # 00005248

> On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 10:32:15 -0500
> Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00005234
>
> The dapper assassin glances at Nemo, "What do you estimate as an ETA
> on this "old" ship of yours?" He has a half-smile lurking however,
> as if he thinks even old equipment might be stunning given the
> CAoL's power level.

"I can have a shuttle here as soon as we are ready to leave. I'll gate
that directly into one of the docking bays. Then we can jump to B5. Or
rather to a convenient parking orbit."
===========================

Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 22:32:07 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: RE: AAE IV: Earth-9: After Breakfast Moving Out (was:

On Fri, 31 Jul 1998 00:13:55 -0500
Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00005249

:On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 20:54:59
:Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005246
:>On Thu, 30 Jul 1998 10:32:15 -0500
:>Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00005234
:>
:   "Well, aside from the fact that you're correct about the
:attenuating effect and that you are familiar with Greek pejoratives
:unused since Rome fell, not much," Jason replies, vaguely amused. "We
:have a fair amount of difficulty keeping Sleepers alive during these
:little events, and an effect like that could prove most useful.
:Besides, it would make the Neuralyzers unnecessary, pleasing a great
:many people who are uncomfortable with them." Jason's eyes flicker
:briefly in Roland's direction.

James raises an interrogative eyebrow. "No apology to the lady, then?"
Then he quips with a perfectly serious face, "It is all Greek to me."

<ooc: THANK you for the straight line! OH boy that felt GOOD, yessir.
<g>>

"But I do fail to see where my comprehension or accuity would be your
difficulty. As for Sleepers, I doubt you mean it as I would commonly
use the term, and I don't find it surprising that the systematic and
secretive use of memory wiping mechanisms would be distasteful to
some, if not most, of the humans I have had experience of." His mouth
curves slowly into the familiar cruel half-grin. "Pleasure exchanging
Shakespeare with you, even if you are a thug instead of a gentleman."
The butt of James' cigarrette vanishes somehow, and he jumps to get
the back door for Morgan.

Who hasn't even noticed the swearing, but then James WOULD be a
stickler for detail, at least three ways.

:   Roland blushes (tm). *Sorry. Tried to shield that one. Sinister
:isn't as high on my list as bald boy is on yours, but given how much
:grief he's given to my friends in that reality, I would dearly love
:to give him my...regards.*

James nods, then smiles just a bit. "It's always a pleasure to.. give
them such, isn't it? But, duty before dissolution. Although desire
certainly comes first. And you're thinking of my name sake. Despite
appearance, I'm not the same gentleman as Ian Flemin's protagonist. I
got this, " he fingers the scar, "from a maneater in Burma, not a
Mexican dope smuggler. Looks the same, I admit." He sighs.
"Coincidence is my companion, at times."

:   "And we can send assistance if necessary." Roland nods, wiping his
:mouth of the last of an enormous pile of food. (Somehow, he managed
:to eat neatly, tho...gotta be the TK, it's got to be...)
:   Before they can go, however, there's a knock at the door.
:   If anyone gets it,

James, with a glance for Morgan's permission, will do so...

:they see an absolutely stunning woman at the door. The only color on
:her is her green eyes; other than that, her lips and nails are
:silver, her skin is white, and her hair and dress are black. She
:smiles politely. "May I come in?"

James actual looks a bit surprised - it's nice to know he can. After
another glance at Roland and Morgan (it is their house), he steps back
with a definitely Japanese flavored bow, to a depth indicating signal
respect. (ooc: Those Brits are nuts for their own Queens, but only a
bit less so for other monarchs.)

:   Everyone instantly knows her, somehow, as the Queen of Air and
:Darkness of this world's Arcadia...
:   (OOC: Ain't I a stinker? <eg> Next time: the origin of KnightMare!
:Assuming folx don't start shooting at Her Majesty, that is. ;^)

<ooc: You are! Perish the thought. Heh, at least James hasn't told why
Fae magic "likes" him so much... of course, getting information OUT of
James can be a challenge, if he doesn't want to tell you... but I want
to hear about what we're in for, yes...>
===========================

Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 23:02:54 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE: Caprice Quest

On Fri, 31 Jul 1998 01:41:02 -0400
Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00005250

While the battle rages on between Sinester and the other members of
the CAoL in the Tesseract, Dhyrclhanc takes advantage of the lull and
taps into Toliver's systems using PIXAR. After finding out that Legion
is in no direct danger from the <ahem> Mad Doctor, The Lens-T'Skrang's
sidearms seemingly disolve into the atmosphere. When Mr. Sinester is
released from Jim's cocoon, Dhyrclhanc makes a formal, oriental bow to
the cyborg, "My most thorough, most humble and most sinceer apologies,
sir. It has been made obvious to me that my companions and I have
over-reacted to the situation at hand. Having made a complete fool of
myself I shall take my leave of you, sir. However, if you would be so
kind as to tell Milady Caprice that the next time she plans on
undergoing an elective proceedure, such as this, perhaps she ought to
inform her child first."

Before dissapearing into a cloud of red, orange and dark yellow hues,
Dhyrclhnac sends the following to Mike, /^Mike, tell Roland and the
others that I will meet you all at Bab5. I have a couple of tasks that
need looking after.^/

#Grandmother, please take good care of my Sterling(tm) while I am
absent.#
===========================

Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 23:32:08 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE: Caprice Quest

Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00005251

> On Fri, 31 Jul 1998 01:41:02 -0400
> Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00005250
>
> #Grandmother, please take good care of my Sterling(tm) while I am
> absent.#

#Of course,
  I don't even know,
   Why I took it...#
===========================

Date: Fri, 31 Jul 1998 01:45:30 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE: Caprice Quest

On Fri, 31 Jul 1998 01:26:20 -0500
Molly Said As CAoL Message # 00005252

>On Fri, 31 Jul 1998 01:41:02 -0400
>Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00005250
>
>While the battle rages on between Sinester and the other members of
>the CAoL in the Tesseract, Dhyrclhanc takes advantage of the lull and
>taps into Toliver's systems using PIXAR. After finding out that
>Legion is in no direct danger from the <ahem> Mad Doctor, The
>Lens-T'Skrang's sidearms seemingly disolve into the atmosphere. When
>Mr. Sinester is released from Jim's cocoon, Dhyrclhanc makes a
>formal, oriental bow to the cyborg, "My most thorough, most humble
>and most sinceer apologies, sir. It has been made obvious to me that
>my companions and I have over-reacted to the situation at hand.
>Having made a complete fool of myself I shall take my leave of you,
>sir. However, if you would be so kind as to tell Milady Caprice that
>the next time she plans on undergoing an elective proceedure, such
>as this, perhaps she ought to inform her child first."

Mike sighs as Tink closes the tricorder. "It probably was, perhaps it
just didn't sink in the way it ought to have. I can offer no better
apology than my companian has already, except to add the idea of it
being my own children in the same situation clouded my own judgement
in rushing off here 'to the rescue', as it were, without having the
facts of the matter at hand. Of course, the lady's medical condition
is none of our concern, but I should have questioned the child more
fully to be certain there was no mistaken impression in the mother's
condition."

>Before dissapearing into a cloud of red, orange and dark yellow hues,
>Dhyrclhnac sends the following to Mike, /^Mike, tell Roland and the
>others that I will meet you all at Bab5. I have a couple of tasks
>that need looking after.^/

/^Of course, pleasant journey.^/

"As there is no reason for me to remain, and every reason to depart, I
bid you adieu." Mike reaches under his coat and withdraws a small
potted lavendar plant that bears an unsigned 'Get Well' card.

Setting it on the floor at his feet, he rises and says, "Please throw
it out if her new form is allergic," then steps backwards through the
gateway Nemo had opened for just such a need, that of a hasty retreat.

As Mike and Tink enter the house, Mike scowls briefly to himself, then
says to Roland, "Dhyrclhanc will catch up with us at Babylon 5." The
Renegade Time Lord, Technomage, and Dreamer sets Tink in the chair and
grabs a small mug of coffee for himself and a cup of ginsing tea for
Tink, before settling into his own chair.

"I overheard talk of gating a ship into the docking bay. While I don't
doubt the expertise of Nemo, I believe it would be easier on all
concerned if we opted for the parking orbit. Once there, clearances
and such can be easily forged with someone on the station. A spot Tink
and I volunteer for since it is home turf for us."
===========================