Krissy 80:	have you seen my nanite?  
Nikki Tyr:	Excuse me? 
Krissy 80:	have you seen my nanite?  it appears to have 
		gone missing.
Nikki Tyr:	Um. Have we met? 
Krissy 80:	::squints at her:: well, you're obviously not 
		Renie.  you could pass for Masochrist... no you 
		couldn't.  well, maybe from this height.... 
Krissy 80:	oh, well, I guess not.  I just figured you work 
		around here. 
Nikki Tyr:	Hey, I'll have you know that I'm a card carrying 
		member. Or at least I will be, if Krissy ever 
		issues us cards. 
Krissy 80:	she'd actually have to be here for that.   
Krissy 80:	in fact, people would have to be here for that. 
Krissy 80:	where is everybody? 
Nikki Tyr:	Hmm. Come to think of it, it has been pretty 
		quiet around here lately. I don't know. And who 
		exactly are you? 
Krissy 80:	goddammit, you don't...  oh well, no one has 
		told you, I guess.  I'm Krissy's sexual identity, 
		so to speak.  and I lost my nanite.  if you see 
		one floating around, tell me. 
Krissy 80:	crawling around, rather. 
Nikki Tyr:	Oh. Hello. Pleased to meetcha. I'll be sure to 
		do that. Did they leave any note about where 
		they went? 
Krissy 80:	notes.. notes....  well, here's some airline 
		reservations... 
Krissy 80:	::is standing on them:: 
Nikki Tyr:	::takes the airline reservations and looks at 
		them:: Australia? Why would they want to go 
		there? 
Krissy 80:	::shrugs::  it seems to be a very popular 
		tourist destination. 
Nikki Tyr:	So Reene is in Australia and Krissy's lost. 
		Where's Droolwood? 
Krissy 80:	I don't know.  I heard mention of the garage. 
Nikki Tyr:	Garage, eh? Let's go! ::puts the sexual identity 
		on her shoulder and runs to the garage::  
Krissy 80:	::clings for stability:: 
Nikki Tyr:	::arrives in the garage to see Droolwood asleep 
		by the JLS-mobile. giggle.:: I guess it was too 
		much for him to handle. 
Krissy 80:	what, the vehicle?  his stick?  the JLS?  his 
		oversize ego? 
Nikki Tyr:	All of the above, really. 
Krissy 80:	makes sense.  hey, does it feel kinda.. heavy 
		in here???  ::jumps down off Delle's shoulder 
		and lands on a workbench:: 
Nikki Tyr:	Heavy? 
Krissy 80:	the air.  ::everything is all saggy::
Nikki Tyr:	::waves her arms around, encountering some 
		resistance:: Yeah, I see what you mean... 
		::glares at the unconscious David. To his 
		body.:: This is all your fault! 
Krissy 80:	::watches as Danielle begins to sag somewhat::  
		um.. that looks unhealthy. 
Nikki Tyr:	Ack! I'm aging! ::peers at the sexual identity:: 
		Hmm. So're you. 
Krissy 80:	::looks at self:: no, that's just the ego 
		distortion field.  ::watches as Danielle gets 
		very, very sleepy....:: 
Nikki Tyr:	::attempts to stumble out of the garage:: 
Nikki Tyr:	::crawls toward the door:: 
Krissy 80:	::is thwarted by the nanite, who has magically 
		closed the door and chewed the lock::
Krissy 80:	oh, how convenient.
Krissy 80:	I mean, how awful.
Nikki Tyr:	Traitors! 
Krissy 80:	this is too bad.  what am I supposed to 
		do now? 
Krissy 80:	oh, I know.  ::leaves::
Nikki Tyr:	::mutters:: Tretachorous sexual identity.  
Nikki Tyr:	::collapses.::