Krissy 80: well, here we are. F T F O I: alright men, we're here. now we have to make sure we're all adequitely armed. Nikki Tyr: ::walks in, filling the air with the stench of cheap leather:: DoNotExist: Yes. ::plays with gun, trying to look cool and unstable:: Krissy 80: ::still a bit wet from her shower:: F T F O I: ::hefts his PARTICULARLY large gun:: ::loads it:: Krissy 80: what should we call you? DoNotExist: ::throws gun up, while it is spinning in the air, dons a pair of black EXPENSIVE leather gloves, catches the gun:: F T F O I: call me? Krissy 80: ::combs hair, ties shoes:: yes. who exactly ARE you? F T F O I: Masochrist. Nikki Tyr: ::carefully polishing her guns:: Krissy 80: ah, yes. I remember. DoNotExist: ::glances at Masochrist, stumbles a bit, looks away hastily:: Krissy 80: Reen? Krissy 80: Danielle, toss me some polish... Nikki Tyr: ::tosses it over:: Nikki Tyr: Ah, Masochrist. Hi. F T F O I: hi. Krissy 80: ::quickly polishes the gun, then moves on to her boots:: F T F O I: okay, now...it seems we all have the hardware to tackle this DIY. DoNotExist: ::flips up the collar on her black James Dean -style leather jacket:: Krissy 80: DIY? F T F O I: Do It Yourself-er DoNotExist: Thass better. Nikki Tyr: Fair enough. Now, where did these interns come from, anyway? F T F O I: the fuckin' security tapes F T F O I: Lampy, show 'em Krissy 80: I still don't remember having interns... show 'em? um.. the TV.... Krissy 80: Reen? DoNotExist: ::looks guilty:: F T F O I: reen? DoNotExist: ::looks cool again:: Nikki Tyr: Forget it. Any info on them at all? DoNotExist: Yes? F T F O I: yea. Krissy 80: ::whispers to Renie:: it's not here yet, is it? F T F O I: they hang out in the secure vault. I don't know how. they fuck on OUR coffee table, F T F O I: i don't know why DoNotExist: ::gets in awkward position to look at watch on her shoe:: Should be here soon... Krissy 80: ::the doorbell rings:: ah, there it is. I'll get it!!! Krissy 80: ::trots over to the door:: F T F O I: they do some menial tasks, no one tells them too DoNotExist: Fucked on our coffee table? Nikki Tyr: Fuck on our coffee table? Kill the bastards! Krissy 80: ::stumbles over carrying a big screen TV:: F T F O I: exactly. Krissy 80: here. ::hooks it up:: F T F O I: that's why we're gathering. to search them out and kill them. Krissy 80: put in the tape!! F T F O I: thought you had the tape? Krissy 80: where is the tape? DoNotExist: Shouldn't we ask them, erm, where else they, uh, erm, first? DoNotExist: THEN kill 'em. F T F O I: do you really WANT to know? DoNotExist: We can dispose of the furniture and the bodies at once, then, save us some trouble. DoNotExist: Well, I'm not living in suspense. Nikki Tyr: i agree, the coffee table must be burned. Krissy 80: we can't afford that. Krissy 80: do you know how much this TV costs?!?!? F T F O I: we stop drinking coffee? Nikki Tyr: I thought you traded phone sex for it? Krissy 80: ::pouts:: okay. Krissy 80: Danielle, no. Krissy 80: um.. yeah. F T F O I: wait a sec...i never drank coffee anyway! Krissy 80: do you know how much this TV cost? DoNotExist: Yeah, I like tea. F T F O I: $683.57 Krissy 80: it's SONY! DoNotExist: It's bulletproof... Krissy 80: we could always steal someone else's coffee table..... F T F O I: then we'd become villains Nikki Tyr: Not if we stole it from a villain DoNotExist: We could take turns standing on hands and knees with coffee cups on our backs... F T F O I: hey, the villains have better stuff anyway, don't they? Krissy 80: yup. DoNotExist: Yeah! DoNotExist: We steal a BIG table! Nikki Tyr: Usually. We could duel one for a coffee table F T F O I: but which one? Krissy 80: take Ali's table. DoNotExist: Plenty of room for my Naked and Naughty magazines! F T F O I: they all have furniture to fit their own devious styles... DoNotExist: And this months issue of Chicken Ranch. Nikki Tyr: not if we duel, fair combat... a table with drawers in it Krissy 80: devious=lesbian? F T F O I: no, devious=lawbreaking Nikki Tyr: lawbreaking lesbians? F T F O I: no! DoNotExist: I have THAT magazine, too! Nikki Tyr: hey, we could start a band and call it that F T F O I: where did lesbians enter into this??? Krissy 80: oh. because we could steal a table from the dark lesbianic mass.... F T F O I: yes... Krissy 80: there ya go. F T F O I: yes...::gets a very evil look in his eye:: DoNotExist: ::watches Masochrist intently:: Nikki Tyr: we could stun them with the music from our band and then steal the table F T F O I: okay, well, the first order of business is still the death of the interns DoNotExist: ::wipes a film of sweat off her forehead:: Krissy 80: an old fashioned shootout would be nice... Nikki Tyr: First we have to find them F T F O I: that's easy. we split into teams and fan out. F T F O I: we have guns, they don't DoNotExist: How can you be sure? Nikki Tyr: but they have the power to gross us out with their evil loins! F T F O I: not if they're dead Krissy 80: evil loins? Nikki Tyr: Dastardly loins, really. F T F O I: deviant loins... Krissy 80: I can take anything they dish out!!! .... so to speak.... F T F O I: ::eyes gloss over, look distant:: Krissy 80: hel-lo?? F T F O I: ::snaps out of it:: Nikki Tyr: Let us proceed. ::starts handing out walkie-talkies:: Krissy 80: goodboy. F T F O I: okay...there are only three basic sectors of this base. Krissy 80: ::takes the walkie talkie and chews on it:: yummy. F T F O I: which is kinda sad, really... Krissy 80: huh? ::looks up:: F T F O I: three major sectors? F T F O I: Am I the ONLY one with knowledge of our own HQ? Nikki Tyr: Yes. Distribute blueprints at some point, please. Krissy 80: I never bothered. F T F O I: grr. fine. Krissy 80: this place get's blown up so much, you never know what it's supposed to look like.... Nikki Tyr: I always got the feeling it was a rather tenuous sort of a place, ever-morphing. DoNotExist: No. F T F O I: this is true, but right now, you have three sectors: DoNotExist: A. B, and C? F T F O I: laundry/lab area. vault and meeting halls (thats where we are now) F T F O I: and the backways DoNotExist: That's A. Nikki Tyr: The backways? DoNotExist: And B and C. Krissy 80: what about the kitchen? DoNotExist: What about the bedrooms? DoNotExist: The walk in closets? DoNotExist: The girly room? F T F O I: the sectors are denoted by the most prominent features F T F O I: the sectors are NOT small places Krissy 80: wokay. DoNotExist: ::looks at rob's pants enchantedly for a bit, then stops that:: DoNotExist: Got it. Krissy 80: They ARE nice pants.... Nikki Tyr: What exactly is the backways? Krissy 80: ::looks at Masochrist:: DoNotExist: Yes... With, erm, prominent features.. Krissy 80: Reen.. shhhh F T F O I: the backways are a maze. Krissy 80: really? Nikki Tyr: ::glances at the pants, and eyes widen approvingly:: Neat pants. I like 'em. DoNotExist: Wait, who designed this place, anyway? F T F O I: the consist mostly of the burned-out buldings on our borders, and the bathrooms behind the vault Krissy 80: the designer was a madman.. or woman. DoNotExist: Well, at least s/he hired good plumbers.. F T F O I: anyway...the bathrooms behind the vault are a maze enough Krissy 80: okay. Nikki Tyr: So, four of us and three sectors... which sector is largest? F T F O I: we will need blueprints, compasses, and constant radio contact to navigate F T F O I: The backways are the most tricky. F T F O I: they get two of us DoNotExist: I'll go. Nikki Tyr: Me too. DoNotExist: Delle, shouldn't you take the lab? Krissy 80: ::sighs:: DoNotExist: I mean, you ARE the science type here. Krissy 80: no... Krissy 80: I'll do that... Nikki Tyr: ::shrugs:: Sure, whatever. I'll take any sector, really. F T F O I: okay, lampy has the lab. DoNotExist: no, YOU are in charge of the TV room and stuff! Krissy 80: Renie, remember what's IN the lab? Nikki Tyr: what *is* in this lab? DoNotExist: Yeah, so? F T F O I: TBD has the backways, along with reen. ::hands over navigation tools:: Krissy 80: ::nudges Reen, and points toward Masochrist:: DoNotExist: ::curses silently:: F T F O I: I've got the vault DoNotExist: ::whispers to krissy:: So? Delle knows! Krissy 80: Renie, I have an idea.... F T F O I: any objections? the backways team departs first. then i'll head for the vault, so they are trapped between two "teams" no matter wat Krissy 80: I'm confused. Krissy 80: and for some reason, I keep thinking of Tomb Raider. F T F O I: then have a 9mm, Lara. ::tosses a pistol to lampbane:: F T F O I: loooksee...the vault is the key...it cuts the other sectors apart. the interns have no choice but to head from the vault into a sector that's already covered F T F O I: if they aren't in there, they have to head back there to go anywhere else F T F O I: it's the fulcrum DoNotExist: OK.... less go, Delle... Krissy 80: ah, I see. ::cocks the 9mm:: F T F O I: remember to keep in constant radio contact! Krissy 80: yeah, yeah... Nikki Tyr: C'mon, Reen. ::turns on her walkie-talkie:: F T F O I: ready lampy? Krissy 80: yeah, sure... DoNotExist: ::gets in a last long and heavy look at Masochrist, sighs, and walks off:: F T F O I: ::nods:: LET'S DO IT! ::heads for the vault:: Krissy 80: ::heads toward the general lab/kitchen area:: Nikki Tyr: ::walks on, looking around nervously all the while:: F T F O I: ::keeps his PARTICULARLY large gun aimed ahead at all times::