AGWW Online - Log 2003/02/10

Mage - Technocracy UK

Session 1: Travels & Preludes I

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 Jan Pieterszoon (Syndicate) - played by Dingo
 John Andersen (NWO) - played by Asmodai
 Maverick (NWO) - played by Asmodai
 Niles Powers (NWO) - played by Frederic
 Dr.Peter Schmidt (Void Engineers) - played by Stayka

 Storyteller - Asmodai

 Session Start: Mon Feb 10 22:29:45 2003

Storyteller starts the story...

<Storyteller> Doctor Schmidt has just landed on Heathrow airport

DrSchmidt yawns (he slept well during the flight)

DrSchmidt gets up and leves the plane, cursing because he had to put all his tools into his suitcase

<DrSchmidt> Damn security systems!

<Storyteller> after the entanglements in Neveda, he was recalled to the European offices with orders to report to England where he will join the ne Birmingham Technocracy Construct

DrSchmidt feels somehow naked without at least the Swiss army knife

DrSchmidt currently wears his overall in middle grey colour, and it feels suspiciouslylight

<Storyteller> as you are escorted by the flight attendants to the custums you are stopped by two suspiciosly simmilar men wearing the same sunglases and black suits...

<Storyteller> <MiB1> Dr. Schmidt?

DrSchmidt looks to them and measures them up

<Niles_Powers> afk a sec

DrSchmidt nods

<DrSchmidt> The same

Jan_Pieterszoon (aarrghs)

DrSchmidt has a name tag at the collarbone of his overall

<Storyteller> <MiB2> We are here to take you to Birmingham your luggage has been taken care of

<Storyteller> <MiB1> COuld you join us now?

<DrSchmidt> Ah, great. I guess you can show me yours IDs? Just to be sure

<Storyteller> MiB1 looks at MiB2 and asks Doctor Schmidt since when has their organization started using ID's

<Storyteller> <MiB2> Still i can offer you any of the local agency ID's

DrSchmidt curses the fact that he doesn't have any of his devices around.

<Niles_Powers> back

DrSchmidt thinks it might be a neat thing for those RDs to try and abduct someone by posing as one of the enemy

<Storyteller> <MiB1> We do have multilook ID's as standard issue for MiB units

DrSchmidt grins.

<DrSchmidt> Ok. OI'm convinced now

DrSchmidt follows the guys

<Storyteller> <MiB2> We should hurry doctor.. the chopper is waiting...

<DrSchmidt> I'm on the way

<Storyteller> The MiB's escort doctor Schmidt towards a part of the airport near the customs office... strangely the customs officers ignore them all...

DrSchmidt thinks that those MiBs have at least some uses

<Storyteller> As you follow the two MiB's you get to a small helipad upon which is sitting a Black Chopper rotorblades whirring silently

<Storyteller> <MiB1> Doctor, would you mind entering?

DrSchmidt ducks under the rotor blades and enters the chopper

Storyteller notes that the MiB's join the doctor and as soon as they are inside the chopper rises in total silence and heads northwest

<Storyteller> (story goes to Jan Pieters)

Storyteller sees Jan getting of a small private plane on a smll strip near Southampton

Jan_Pieterszoon was bored most of the trip

<Storyteller> Jan sees a man waiting for him near the exit of the plane

<Storyteller> (niles describe yourself)

<Storyteller> (Jan describe yourself)

<Niles_Powers> you see a average men, in the late 30's

<Storyteller> (best do it in a single /me looks like...)

<Storyteller> (it will look better in the log :))

<Niles_Powers> he is wearing a dark green trenchcoat, a blue shirt and black trouser

Niles_Powers and a pair of non descript shoes

Niles_Powers he got short black hair and blue eye

Jan_Pieterszoon is about 6ft and has handsome build. He has a big smile, sparkling blue eyes, and black hair. He's wearing a deep blue Armani business suit and glasses. He leans a bit on his crutch

<Storyteller> (hmm you'd better have a walking stick then a crutch,,, what will the ladies say :))

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (okay make that a walking stick)

Niles_Powers when seeing the person he raise his hand toward him for a handshake

Jan_Pieterszoon gives the man waiting for him a firm handshake.

<Niles_Powers> Hello, i am Niles Powers, are you Jan_Pieterszoon ?

<Jan_Pieterszoon> Jan Pieterszoon, a pleasure seeing you here (he acts like he knows the person in front of him already)

Niles_Powers smiles

<Niles_Powers> do you happend to have a ID ?

<Jan_Pieterszoon> of course, do you (big smile)

Niles_Powers pull a ID card from is pocket

Jan_Pieterszoon holds out his had

<Jan_Pieterszoon> hand

<Storyteller> Jan sees a shiting card, that is standard issue for NWO

<Storyteller> (lol shifting card)

<DrSchmidt> (ROTFL)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (Me just wants to check it :))

Niles_Powers nod

Storyteller notes that it seems normal and that you really don't have any means of checking it...

Jan_Pieterszoon looks intensively at the card, smiles...and says:b

<Jan_Pieterszoon> Everything seems to be in order...shall we go..

<Niles_Powers> yes

Niles_Powers open the door

<Niles_Powers> please sit yourself

<Storyteller> Jan, you see a black nondescript SUV

<Jan_Pieterszoon> well I get in the car...

Niles_Powers help Mr Pieterszoon with his luggage

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (helps ?)

<Niles_Powers> (he)

<Storyteller> AS you sit down and Niles joins you in the drivers seat, he immediatly starts driving towards suth east...

<Storyteller> (back to stayka)

DrSchmidt still sits in the chopper and dozes a little

<Storyteller> Pete sees that they have neared a huge town...

DrSchmidt yawns again

<Storyteller> you conclude it is probably Birmingham... the two MiB's haven't spoken a word since takeofff

DrSchmidt doesn't know the British towns from another if there isn't anything like Tower or Buckingham Palace to be seen

<Storyteller> <MiB2> Doctor Schmidt

DrSchmidt starts

<Storyteller> <MiB2> We are about to land... please prepare...

DrSchmidt raises an eyebrow. What is there to prepare? He is safely belted since the start

Jan_Pieterszoon waits and sees if Mr. Powers intends to start a conversation

<Storyteller> You see infront of you a huge skyscraper... The noon light glints off the huge glass surfaces and blinds you

DrSchmidt squints his eyes

<Storyteller> suddenly ou notice that you are gong towards the skyscraper... without any idea of stopping!

DrSchmidt isn't really surprised as he know the VE craft engines and he presumes the chopper should contain similar HighTech. He thinks the only really spectacular flight he remembered what the VoidCraft entering the Cop when he was first en route there.

<Storyteller> And just as you conclude that you notice that the chopper has stopped just a few meters away from the building.

DrSchmidt nods. Good piloting

<Storyteller> the chopper starts to rise vertically

<Storyteller> (meantime)

<Storyteller> The two of you have arrived to the base

<Storyteller> NIles parked the SuV in a huge garage below a giant skscraper

<DrSchmidt> (Sorry, I don't think fairly mundane flight maneuvers can startle someone who has been in a VoidCraft before ^_^)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> Mr. Powers didn't start a conversation? (I assume it be a few minutes drive, so I take bit time to plan some investments)

<Storyteller> YOu took the lift up and started waiting for the rest of the team ina nice meeting room with a big round table, 12 seats and some refreshments

<Niles_Powers> so what's driving you in the UK ?

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (I'll pick a few good looking investments from my newspaper, and will do the calculations to decide which are really worthwile another time)

<Storyteller> on one side is a huge glass panel overlooking Birmingham

<Storyteller> YOu have just entered the room

<Jan_Pieterszoon> business of course

<Niles_Powers> here you are

<Niles_Powers> welcome to Birmingham

<Jan_Pieterszoon> Thank you

<Storyteller> (Niles you were given orders to get Jan here and wait for the rest of the teamand your supervisor)

<Niles_Powers> (k)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (Is the coffee any good ?)

<Niles_Powers> do you want something to to eat ? or maybe some lunch ?

<Niles_Powers> *

<Niles_Powers> errr dink -_-

Jan_Pieterszoon has helped himself already

<Storyteller> ...it is good ... there is cofee, tea, water and some small sanwiches

<Niles_Powers> so what Convention are you from ?

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (me also has a bit of prejudice against British Food)

Niles_Powers pick some toast and pour himself a tea

<Storyteller> Just as you are pouring the tea you see that the light in the room is shrouded by a huge black shape in front of thw Window

<Jan_Pieterszoon> Sorry Mr. Powers, but if you don't mind. (I take out my newspaper, and start scriblinb my calculations for good investments) and look out of the window to the shape ?

Niles_Powers goes to the window to see what's the matter

<Storyteller> You see the form of Maverick, the Constuct's pilot inside one of the choppers... he is back to his antics

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (me lost his track of mind and folds the newspaper and drops it in a trashbin)

<Storyteller> of irritating and scaring the enlightened personnel in the building...

Niles_Powers shake his head

<DrSchmidt> (methinks he might be annoyed he didn't scare me, LOL)

Storyteller tells how Maverick rises his hand in salute to Niles and the new guest and the chopper starts rising

<Storyteller> (back to schmidt)

Niles_Powers wave to the chopper

DrSchmidt looks at MiB1

<DrSchmidt> Excuse me, when will I get my luggage back?

<Storyteller> You are suddenly above the building... you fell like you are on top of the world...

<DrSchmidt> I have some items there I'd like to retrieve

<Storyteller> <Mib1> Oh we'll take it to you room as soon as we land...

DrSchmidt yawns to get the pressure right in the ears again

<Storyteller> <MiB2> You are to attend an amalgam meeting as soon as we land

<DrSchmidt> Ah. Well, good.

<DrSchmidt> Any special orders ?

<Storyteller> <Mib2> Nothing i was informed of... i will escort you to the 39th floor and my colleague will take care of your accomodation

<DrSchmidt> Thank you.

DrSchmidt thinks this pilot could give Teryam Clifton a run, the pilot of one of the VoidShuttles withing the Cop, whom he knew pretty well.

DrSchmidt sighs inwardly and thinks he should someday take some flying lessons, too, as not to be dependable on such wild pilots' whims.

<Storyteller> As you start to land the Helipad opensmere seconds before the belly scratches it and you enter a huge high tech hangaer tall as 3 floors of the skyscraper... it has 2 more choppers down there and 3 fighters. One of them looks as if it is VoidCapable.

DrSchmidt looks at the fighters and nods. Nice little machines. He smiles. This looks almost like home ^_^

<Storyteller> Soon you land and the doors open.

<Storyteller> Mib1 takes your suitcases and walks towards the lift

DrSchmidt looks at the MiBs and exists, keeping the head carefully below the rotorblades

<DrSchmidt> exits

<Storyteller> MiB2 follows you and shows you towards one of the doors with an Exit sign above them

DrSchmidt follows the directions of the MiB

<Storyteller> All around you you see techies walking around working on tons of interesting bits and keeping the vehicles in tip top shape... There are crates with marking of Progenitor labs, ItX armatures and Void enginneer space stations

DrSchmidt looks with interest at the display and feels it itches in his fingers to help the techs there with some stuff.

<DrSchmidt> Too bad that my tools are still in the suitcase...

<Storyteller> Soon you and the two MiB's are being lowered in the lift numbers lashing dwon from 52 downwards

<Storyteller> on floor 42 Mib walks out with your suitcase

DrSchmidt waits for 39

<Storyteller> ( ;))

DrSchmidt looks after the luggage and sighs

Storyteller notes that you have arrived on nummber 39 - The MiB escorts you through a number of highly decorated hallways into a nice confference room in which sit a man eating sandwiches and tapping on some newspapers and near the window stands a man in a dark green trenchcoat

DrSchmidt enters the room.

<Storyteller> <MiB2>Okay you are ll here i will go and wait in front of the door

Niles_Powers turn from the window

<Niles_Powers> oh good day to you

Jan_Pieterszoon stands up, and extends his hand towards the newcomer

<Storyteller> You all see a man entering (Describe yourself stayka)

<Niles_Powers> do you need some help with your luggage ?

DrSchmidt is a young man, maybe end 20es or beginning 30es with a shock of bright orange-red hair and deep blue eyes behind spectacles. He is about 6ft4 and wears a drab grey coveral with a name tag at the collar.

DrSchmidt smiles. Good Day. I was told to attend here.

DrSchmidt shakes hands with Jan

<Niles_Powers> i am Niles Powers and this Mr Pierterszoon

<DrSchmidt> I'm Dr.Peter Schmidt. And thanks, my luggage is already being taken care of

DrSchmidt shakes hands with Niles, too, as it seems to be proper procedure here.

John_Andersen enters the room. He is a tall man in early 40's with short close cropped white hair and a trimmed beard. He is huge, and has a nice booming voice...

<John_Andersen> Ahhh Gentlemen

<John_Andersen> i see that you have arrived

DrSchmidt looks at the newcomer

Jan_Pieterszoon extends his hand to the newcomer.

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (since we are all shaking hands, who cares right now)

John_Andersen keeps his hands on the small of his back

DrSchmidt nods at the man.

<John_Andersen> Yees, Mister Jan... please leave your friendly facade for someone else.

Niles_Powers just sits.

<John_Andersen> this is a first meeting of this group.

DrSchmidt stands at the room and waits at the proceedings.

<Niles_Powers> (need to go afk)

<John_Andersen> i do not know if Niles has told you anything... but you will be joined into an Amalgam

<Jan_Pieterszoon> what who me, I was just trying to be polite....I always thought that you british were so (he is british isn't he) big on formalities

DrSchmidt raises an eyebrow, but doesn't say anything

John_Andersen look grimmly at Jan

<Jan_Pieterszoon> Smiles back friendly

<John_Andersen> Sit down Mr. Pieterszon

Jan_Pieterszoon squints his eyes a little and sits down again..

DrSchmidt looks for an appropriate free seat and sits down, toop

<John_Andersen> I need to intruduce myself...

Jan_Pieterszoon mutters: "That would be appropriate."

<John_Andersen> My name is John Andersen... i will be your direct supervisor

John_Andersen smiles widely...

<John_Andersen> Well at least as sson as the paperwork is ready

DrSchmidt nods again to acknowledge the announcement

DrSchmidt measures the supervisor up and wonders which Convention he might belong to

<John_Andersen> We are currently in process of creating this new base in Birmingham

<John_Andersen> this skscraper will be converted for our use

<John_Andersen> and we need some amalgams...

<John_Andersen> unforutnately we are quite undermanned

<Niles_Powers> (is backà

<John_Andersen> and we are going to need outside help

DrSchmidt wonders why they had to call him from his usual working place in Germany. Wouldn't it have been more logical to work with local operatives?

<John_Andersen> that is why you... R. Schmidt... and you Mr. Pieterszoon are joining us

DrSchmidt thinks "Ah, that's it..."

DrSchmidt nods again, not saying anything

<John_Andersen> you will form our second amalgam... the firs one is already overworked with the workings of this new base

<Jan_Pieterszoon> And our task will be, what exactly ?

Jan_Pieterszoon does not feel the need for social niceties right now..

<John_Andersen> it would be prudent of me to aquaint you ewith your mission status, yourselves and your new workplace

DrSchmidt waits for the Supervisor to finish, as it is proper procedure

<John_Andersen> Mr. Pieterszoon you WILL wait for me too say my stuff before blabbering onwards

DrSchmidt thinks that afterwards there will be a time for informed questions

<John_Andersen> this amalgam will have the general duty of taking care of general missions

DrSchmidt thinks "Great. I love 'general missions'"

<John_Andersen> you will not be assigned to any high combat missions if it is possible, as your talents are more suited towards troubleshooting

DrSchmidt suppresses a sigh of relief

<John_Andersen> i would like to introduce you to your new teammembers

John_Andersen goes behind Peter and puts his hand on his shoulders

DrSchmidt raises his eyebrow and looks as if he feels somewhat uncomfortable

<John_Andersen> This is Doctor Peter Schmidt from Germany... Pete... may I call you Pete?

John_Andersen smiles encouragingly

<DrSchmidt> Of course, Sir.

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (((((Actually thats typical for americans))))

DrSchmidt thinks he would prefer to be called Dr.Schmidt, but Mr.Andersen was his superior, so who was he to object?

<John_Andersen> Ah Pete here has come from Germany and lately from Nevada... he is an expert on parapsyhology, advanced science, and Extradimesnisonal analysys... anything you'd like to add Pete?

<DrSchmidt> Well, no, Sir. I think that sums it up nicely

<John_Andersen> Ahh you flatter me... i still know none of you as good as i would like to...

DrSchmidt thinks it's always best to keep some stuff back. One never knows where it might come handy.

John_Andersen walks towards the man in the dark blue suit

John_Andersen smiles as he says: This loudmouth here is Jan Pieterszoon...

Jan_Pieterszoon smirks

<Jan_Pieterszoon> and for you it's Mr. Pieterszoon

<John_Andersen> While i would recommend taking everything he says with a grain of salt.. you can trust him to get you ANYTHING...

Jan_Pieterszoon grins sheepishly...

<Jan_Pieterszoon> What flattery....

DrSchmidt raises an eyebrow and files this information away for later use

<John_Andersen> For me it is Tinky Winky if i want so Mr, Pieterszoon... please don't be impertinent... i don't like impertinent youngsters

<Jan_Pieterszoon> And I don't like overly familiar Supervisors....so lets keep things professionally...

DrSchmidt thinks that Jan Pieterszoon acts very unwisely. But then, if he'll be the target for the Supervisors ire, the better

<John_Andersen> Mr. Tinky here is a member of the Syndicate and he will take care of the paperwork...

DrSchmidt can't suppress the wide, contented grin that now appears on his face as he thinks "Finally someone who does the paperwork for me!"

John_Andersen walks towards Niles and puts one hand on his left shoulder

<John_Andersen> Now this... is one of my own men. I would like you to meet Niles Powers

John_Andersen smiles widely

Niles_Powers keep silent

DrSchmidt sobers up and looks at Niles

<John_Andersen> Niles here is a expert on information gathering, and for getting out of troubling situations

Jan_Pieterszoon already doesn't like his supervisor...but thats a good thing..

DrSchmidt nods towards Niles.

Niles_Powers puts a smile toward DrSchmidt.

<John_Andersen> You should rely on him for anything you need from us or generally from Birmingham. Now gentlemen... I think we have the workings of a fine team here.

DrSchmidt files this info away, too

<Jan_Pieterszoon> Hmm, I could sure use a man like you Mr. Powers...

Jan_Pieterszoon smiles kindly towards Mr. Powers

<John_Andersen> i excpect you to get along and to work your asses off. This is all for now...

DrSchmidt raises an eyebrow at the vulgar expression

<DrSchmidt> Sir?

<John_Andersen> I'll give you 2 hours to freshen up and get back here, then we will get to some real work. And Tinky... Your Syndicate contact in Birmingham should come soon here to take care of what you require.

John_Andersen exits the room

DrSchmidt frowns.

<Jan_Pieterszoon> WHAT A STUPID ASS.....

Niles_Powers raise from his chair

<Niles_Powers> *hem*

Niles_Powers point at the wall, before he shrug.

DrSchmidt looks at Jan and silently shakes his head.

<Storyteller> (Niles, he has offended your friend and chief... and he is not British to boot)

DrSchmidt thinks that there are microphones here for sure.

<Jan_Pieterszoon> so what, I hope at least he has the decency to pretend he didn't hear that..

Niles_Powers chuckles.

<Niles_Powers> Anyway do you have any accodation or are you sleeping in the construct?

Keith_Smith enters the room.

<DrSchmidt> I hope you will excuse me for a moment. I have a 12hour flight in my bones, I'd like to freshen up a bit indeed.

DrSchmidt looks at Niles

<Keith_Smith> ahh i see that mr. Andersen has left

<DrSchmidt> I was told my things would be somewhere in the 42th floor.

<Keith_Smith> i have brought some things for you

<Jan_Pieterszoon> Ah..

DrSchmidt looks at Keith

Keith_Smith gives a key to Dr.Schmidt

<DrSchmidt> Thank you, Mr..?

<Keith_Smith> SMith... Keith Smith

Keith_Smith flashes a charming grin

<DrSchmidt> My pleasure. I'm Dr.Peter Schmidt, but it seems you are already informed about this.

<Keith_Smith> Yes Doc.. it is a pleasure meeting you, but we'll get aquainted later. - You guys can go. I need to speak with Agent Pieter

<Jan_Pieterszoon> hey, I forgot all about me being dutch..

DrSchmidt nods.

<DrSchmidt> I will be back in two hours sharp.

Keith_Smith pulls Jan aside.

DrSchmidt leaves the room and goes towards his quarters

<Keith_Smith> John i'm your syndicate liason

<Keith_Smith> whatever you need you ask me

<Keith_Smith> while you do need to take care of most of the stuff

<Jan_Pieterszoon> ah thats a perfectly good thing..

<Keith_Smith> i0m here to take care of the nasty things that are for only our ears

<Keith_Smith> and a recommendation...

<Keith_Smith> i was in the nextroom listening in on this conversation...

<Keith_Smith> they recorded you calling the boss an Arse

<Keith_Smith> you'll probably get flakked for it

<Jan_Pieterszoon> well I could propably have come up with a much better description...at least he could have kept things professionally...

<Keith_Smith> He likes it friendly...

<Keith_Smith> but watch it around him

<Keith_Smith> there are rumors he is one of the men in white

<Keith_Smith> and although he acts friendly he is a mean bastard... works in the NWO and has better connections and cash then most of us in the $

<Keith_Smith> okay

<Keith_Smith> here is my cellphone

Keith_Smith hands him a scrip of paper

<Jan_Pieterszoon> I memorize the number

<Keith_Smith> okay mani gotta run... i have to drop some toys of at the e<st side

<Jan_Pieterszoon> See ya Keith, and if you ever need anything...just gimme some time to adjust

Keith_Smith waves to John and leaves

Jan_Pieterszoon just recalls how rude everyone has been...

<Storyteller> Just as you exit the room

<Storyteller> you are in front of the lift

<Storyteller> you notice that Keith has shoved a card in your hand... it has number 101

DrSchmidt is in his quarters and takes a shower there, chanhing in a fresh, identically looking overall, putting all the devices & tools where they belong

<Storyteller> and a small slash with number 42

<Jan_Pieterszoon> eep ?

<DrSchmidt> (101? LOL)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> ((well I go to the 42nd floor and look for room 101))

<Storyteller> As you walk into the lift to go up, thinking about the irritating superviser you bump into a woman standing in the lift

<DrSchmidt> (Is there some kind of room service available? I want the other overall to be washed!)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> oh excuse me

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (is she pretty)

<M4v3rick> hey watch it dumbass

M4v3rick pull he long ahir back

<Jan_Pieterszoon> I am truly sorry...I was somewhere else with my attention...

<Jan_Pieterszoon> perhaps I can make it up somehow ?

M4v3rick is a beutifull young woman in a slinky black flightsuit, carrying a pilot's helmet under her hand. Her long red curly hair if falling down her shoulders

M4v3rick looks at him from toe to head

<Jan_Pieterszoon> Oh were are my manners...Jan...Jan Pieterszoon...just transfered here...

<M4v3rick> You could not watch my breasts for starters

<M4v3rick> i'm Moira... but people around here call me Maverick

M4v3rick offers hand to him smiling encouragingly

<Jan_Pieterszoon> a pleasure meeting you Moira (and I shake her hand)

M4v3rick smirks and asks where did you fall from?

Jan_Pieterszoon is just generaly trying to be nice..

<M4v3rick> i ddin't see you here before?

<Niles_Powers> (leave a card under Mr Pieterszoon and Schmidt door with his cellphone number, if they want to contact me)

<M4v3rick> (OK)

<M4v3rick> Are you one of the new agents?

<Jan_Pieterszoon> yes, I am..if you need anything...well I could probably arange that given time..

<DrSchmidt> (Is trying to get his hair into shape after washing, with little success as usual)

M4v3rick smiles... and says she'll take that under advisal

Jan_Pieterszoon smiles

M4v3rick smiles charmingly and sudenly walks out the lift door... Thisis my floor :)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (which floor ?)

<Storyteller> (roll wits :)) just to see if you looked before the doors closed in your face)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> !dice 3

<agww-dice> Jan_Pieterszoon rolls the dice and gets the following results: 1 9 2

<Jan_Pieterszoon> sigh

<DrSchmidt> (LOL)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (can't i see it on the elevator ?)

<Storyteller> okay you realized you were on floor 42... and that you are currently going down...

Jan_Pieterszoon laughs

<DrSchmidt> (wants to meet the pilot too, to congratulate her on her flying skills *g*)

M4v3rick goes to her room

<Jan_Pieterszoon> and presses 42 again..

<Storyteller> few minutes later and some iritating elevator music later you went from ground floor and backu up

<Storyteller> you are on 42 floor

<Jan_Pieterszoon> okay..

<Jan_Pieterszoon> room 101, first room ?

<Storyteller> the first room you see has number 105

<Jan_Pieterszoon> okay..I check the room numbers and go to room 101

<Storyteller> soon you find your room

<Jan_Pieterszoon> nice room number..

<Storyteller> and on the floor you find a small plastic card

<Jan_Pieterszoon> Well I bend over and pick it up...(I hate picking up things from the ground)

DrSchmidt is all set in a fresh overall & dried, albeit utterly unruly hair and sees the card, too.

DrSchmidt picks it up, sees Niles' name on it and decides, he should someday order some business cards, too.

<Jan_Pieterszoon> Me has to get a new cell first

<Storyteller> You se it is Niles's buisness card with his cellhone and room number

<Jan_Pieterszoon> I memorize them

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (lots of use of mind 1 powers)

<DrSchmidt> (It's all coincidental ^_^)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (yep)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> the Cues are there names btw...so I might forget those...

<Storyteller> :)

DrSchmidt enters relavant info into his PDA

<Jan_Pieterszoon> any usefull things in the room, besides my luggage ?

<DrSchmidt> So far there hasn't been much relevant info, though ^_^

Storyteller starts some downtime And says that you all take a nice break and enjoy room that look better then most rooms in a 4 star hotel... with a TV a hight ech workstation, a large bed, a deep bath and some great amneties

<DrSchmidt> Storyteller: Only a bath, or a shower, too?

Storyteller there are small notes on shelves noting that you are free to put any of your possesions in the rooms and to arrange them to taste

Jan_Pieterszoon loves baths...that way you can do business well taking a bath...

<Jan_Pieterszoon> and thats exactly what he's going to do..

<Storyteller> there is a large bath... that could easily keep two large adults that can be closed into a shower

Jan_Pieterszoon must remember to get subscriptions to the London Times

DrSchmidt looks for some hint whether dirty laundry is picked up here somewhere

<Jan_Pieterszoon> and a few local newspapers

DrSchmidt already showered ^_^

<Storyteller> the bathroom is closed with a mirror door, and has inside it a large box with a small sign : LAundry

DrSchmidt smilescontentedly and throws the other overall and small clothes into the box

<DrSchmidt> Then he puts his belongings onto the shelves (in perfectly orderly fashion, by the way!)

<DrSchmidt> It's not too much, clothes wise, but the assortment of tools and other devices is astonishing

<Storyteller> (anything else you want to do in the rooms?)

<DrSchmidt> One might say he had a small garage's amount of tools stowed away somewhere in his suitcase

<Jan_Pieterszoon> well i start finishing my predictions for the stockmarket values of tomorrow and then I need to find a phone before the New York Stock Exchange closes

DrSchmidt looks at the watch and decides it is time to return to floor 39

<Storyteller> okay what do you wish to do?

<Storyteller> (wait give dingo time to try this)

<DrSchmidt> (ok. I will slowly walk to the room downstairs.)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (Me Finances to find out possible good investments, and use Entropy/Time to pick the most profitable ones of that...so I spread the risk a little)

<Storyteller> YOu realize as you go down athat each floor is decorated differently

<Niles_Powers> (i will go back to the conference room 5 mns early with paper and a pen)

DrSchmidt studies the various designs with moderate interest (any people out there?)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (btw me uses a combination of Finances, Intuition and Science! to do it)

<Storyteller> ok roll int + finance

<Storyteller> and then arete

<DrSchmidt> (Jan if you use Science! and I catch you, I will report you to Social Conditioning!)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> !dice 6

<agww-dice> Jan_Pieterszoon rolls the dice and gets the following results: 3 4 6 4 9 5

<Storyteller> (1 sx)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> only 2 ?

<Storyteller> (rol lyour arete)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> !dice 2

<agww-dice> Jan_Pieterszoon rolls the dice and gets the following results: 4 4

<Storyteller> okay it seems that your stocks you are using are still gaining... your deal was perfect

<Storyteller> Niles you are sitting in the room

<Jan_Pieterszoon> thats the idea :)

<Storyteller> Schmidt you see that on the floe below are some maids cleaning the rooms

<Niles_Powers> k

<Jan_Pieterszoon> well after that I take pen and paper...put on one of my black suits...but I do wear a yellow shirt and a black tie..I leave my glasses...and go down (with the elevator)

<Storyteller> and on the floor below you saw people in swimming trunks and swimming suits!

<Storyteller> do you look there?

DrSchmidt puts on a winning smile, and looks at them, but doesn't say anything

<Storyteller> What do you do?

DrSchmidt just thinks that the clothing rules here need some adjustment

<Storyteller> do you look at that floor?

DrSchmidt continues to walk towards the conference room

DrSchmidt looks down once in a while as not to stumble over anyting

<Storyteller> as you pass near the doors of the 40th floor you hear some splashing sounds

<Storyteller> and something like "BANZAAAAAAAAAAAIII"

DrSchmidt listens and raises and eyebrow

<DrSchmidt> 7me looks what there might be

<DrSchmidt> What do I see when I peer into that area?

<Storyteller> As you enter the room you see that the entrway is a dressing room to the left anda huge pool... aslmost the size of the floor tothe right... it has jumping boards, nice arrangement, and many tropic trees and shrubbery

<Storyteller> :)

DrSchmidt is fascinated to find something like this in this skyskraper and wonders if he brought some speedos with him

<DrSchmidt> But that's for later. Now there is a meeting to attend

<Storyteller> yes it is almost 13:59 and you still have to get below!

DrSchmidt hurries down to floor 39th and tries to be there just in time

Jan_Pieterszoon (and almost bumbs into Jan)

<DrSchmidt> Oops!

DrSchmidt looks at the Dutch guy.

<John_Andersen> Ahh hello i see you are on time

John_Andersen came behind a corner

<DrSchmidt> Uh, sorry... Was in a bit of a hurry

<Jan_Pieterszoon> it's alright...

<John_Andersen> let us join Miles who is waiting for us already in the meeting room

DrSchmidt nods

Jan_Pieterszoon nods..

Jan_Pieterszoon limps after them (taking a little more time than he actually needs)

DrSchmidt walks into the room, trying to smoothen his hair in vain

<DrSchmidt> It looks quite unruly, moreso as the colours is this wild organge-red

<DrSchmidt> (me really should learn to type someday)

<John_Andersen> Ahh we are all here

John_Andersen smiles happily and sits next to a console on the black marble table

DrSchmidt waits for a hint whether to sit down or to join Mr.Andersen

<DrSchmidt> (Can one take a look at the console?)

<John_Andersen> no

<Storyteller> no it is a small console that can only be seen from his chair

Jan_Pieterszoon sits down

<DrSchmidt> (ok)

<John_Andersen> Ahhh although i know i have not left you much time to rest there is already a mission for you to undertake

John_Andersen presses a few buttons on the console

DrSchmidt raises an eyebrow. He didn't even invite them to sit down? This has to be some pressing matter

Storyteller the room darkens and in the centre a small gadget sprouts

DrSchmidt squints his eyes & tries to make something out of the pic

<DrSchmidt> (Can I recognize is with HyperTech or Tech or Science?)

Storyteller Before you all a shimmering holographic field appears presenting a logo taht look as letter SNA rotating in 3d

<John_Andersen> (holoprojector)

<DrSchmidt> (Ok)

DrSchmidt nods to himself.

<John_Andersen> This is DNA Amalgamated

Niles_Powers take note

<John_Andersen> it is acorporation that is unconnected to our general operations but some of our colelagues in the Progenitors have made a request from this base

DrSchmidt listens intently

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (Are they on the stock-marcket, if so, how much profit do they make)

<DrSchmidt> (Do I know them from my general science knowledge?)

<Storyteller> (they are not)

<Storyteller> (no never heard of them)

<DrSchmidt> (nod)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (nod)

<John_Andersen> in 3 days from now at a DNA resarch centre in Southhampton there will be a large symposium of unenligthened scientists... among them will be some guests from the Progenitors...

<John_Andersen> Your Amalgam is to provide security

<John_Andersen> it is a nice and easy mission

DrSchmidt thinks they should have better asked some MiBs to do that job

<John_Andersen> that will let you get together and preapre for more serious work

DrSchmidt nods and waits whether Mr.Andersen volunteers more info

<John_Andersen> Ahhh but Dr. Scmhmidt thisis an easy experience you will only be overseeing the security

John_Andersen nods in schmidts direction smiling mischiveosly

<John_Andersen> it is a simple mission...

DrSchmidt 's eyebrow shoots up. Now this was interesting...

<John_Andersen> you have 3 days o make the security perimiter and then to attend the security

<Jan_Pieterszoon> Enlightened Security, or normal security ? What are the troubles we could expect ?

DrSchmidt tries to apply the mental shielding routine he was taught during his trainung

<John_Andersen> you will get some basic resources.. though nt much... we don't expect trouble and DNA has their own gaurds

<John_Andersen> NO need for that Petey...

<John_Andersen> you are among friends

John_Andersen is looking irritatingly happy

<Jan_Pieterszoon> Did anyone do a background check on the guards, and the unenlightened scientists ?

DrSchmidt thinks that he still doesn't like people rummaging around in his mind

<Niles_Powers> are we going to be the only amalgan working on this ?

<John_Andersen> yes...

<John_Andersen> only basic security

<DrSchmidt> !dice 3

Niles_Powers take note

<agww-dice> DrSchmidt rolls the dice and gets the following results: 6 2 1

<John_Andersen> you will ghet a few agents to cover the holes in security and you ca nrequistion some stuff like ectoplasmic readers and similar stuff...

<Niles_Powers> do we have a plan already ?

DrSchmidt nods.

<John_Andersen> ahh this is the plan of the compound

<DrSchmidt> I think I will take care of the DimSci Procedures

<John_Andersen> i expected that petey...

DrSchmidt nods

Storyteller You see aholographic represenation of the compound...

<Storyteller> (me goes to draw it in ascii art

<Jan_Pieterszoon> don't worry much

<DrSchmidt> May I inquire the internal chain of command withing our Amalgam?

DrSchmidt thinks he would like to know who is in charge so that he can plan better

<John_Andersen> well i won't be supervising the mission directly so you will need a field leader

<DrSchmidt> Exactly. I have experience in that field already

<John_Andersen> i think you should agree among yourselves niles & petey... who is better for this mission?

<DrSchmidt> I lead the NSCUnit-4 back in Frankfurt.

<Niles_Powers> go headed Dr Schmidt

<John_Andersen> You seei like my amalgams democratic... i like to have people's opinions and ideas... and not to be too stuffy

John_Andersen looks at Jan

<DrSchmidt> Well, this is good in theory, but in case of emergencies there is not much time for democratic decisions

Jan_Pieterszoon glances at Andersen and then to Schmidt

<John_Andersen> That is why you have time for it now petey....

<DrSchmidt> In my convention there is much leeway, as you might know, but in field missions everybody has to know his place

<Storyteller> (do you want me to draw this thing now or later

<Jan_Pieterszoon> well, I've been already outvoted...so well, it' fine with me... (smiling)

<DrSchmidt> Well, I just want to know whether I'm to takecharge and devise a plan, or whether someone else wants to do it.

DrSchmidt shrugs.

<DrSchmidt> I'm fine either way. The latter is less work for me

<Jan_Pieterszoon> Well, you volunteered...Mr, Powers seconded it...and that leaves me outvoted

<DrSchmidt> Fine. So we need the plans of the area we have to safe guard. We need all records of former incursions by either RDs or mundane persons. We need the complete attendance list. Has the location beenused for this kind of meeting before? If so which measures had been taken then? After all, we should see to it that we change the modus operandi then, as not to be too predictable. I will put together a list of needed equipment after I had the chance to see the data. Any other input?

<Niles_Powers> i think you coverred it well

<Storyteller> (you discuss the defences the pic will be done soon)

DrSchmidt looks to his colleagues and nods.

<DrSchmidt> Well. So we will wait for Mr.Andersen to suplly us with the needed information.

<Niles_Powers> now what we need to know is everyone specialities

DrSchmidt nods.

<DrSchmidt> Please feel free to begin.

<Niles_Powers> well i am a Operative, i am skilled in psychological and space bending procedure

DrSchmidt nods and files the info away.

<DrSchmidt> Mr.Pieterszoon?

<Jan_Pieterszoon> Oh yes, my field of work, well I'm pretty good at predicting the future of the stock market, I can do a little bit of probability mathematics and I also know a bit of how the human psyche works...and well...i tend to get along with people.....some people (quick glance to Andersen)

DrSchmidt ponders this for a moment

<DrSchmidt> So are you also able to predict people's actions and motives?

<Jan_Pieterszoon> I am able to predict them sometimes and I am pretty good at influencing them..

DrSchmidt nods.

<DrSchmidt> This will be both very helpful. Now for me... I'm well versed in workings with Energies of all kinds, and I have broad sensory capabilities. But my specialty is of course optimizing devices and figuring out any extradimensional phenomena. I think we shall complement each other well.

<Storyteller> (ok it is done DCC in it now... please don't laugh since i had to do it fast...)

Pic of the compound

John_Andersen talks about the guards and routines

DrSchmidt listens intently

<John_Andersen> there is a small numer of Guards that patrol... there is a largest concntration of guards near the entryway to the labs... these we have been forbidden to move...

<John_Andersen> The others are to be used at our leisure...

<Jan_Pieterszoon> well how well do I estimate my chances of getting in the convention center unnoticed....top of my head application of entropy...

DrSchmidt nods

<John_Andersen> That is nopt a problem

<John_Andersen> you are to be there

<John_Andersen> you are expected

<DrSchmidt> Are there any outside parameters established?

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (ehrm, that was OOC)

<John_Andersen> and you have already been anounced as "EEagle Security D.o.o"

<DrSchmidt> I would like to set up a general sensory grid around the compound

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (and assuming I was an uninvited guest who looked the part)

<John_Andersen> hmm that might be a problem doc

<DrSchmidt> Sir? Why this?

<John_Andersen> you see this is a low profile protection mission with only 3% chance of problems

<John_Andersen> so what i am allocating to you is :

<DrSchmidt> I see there is a chain fence surrounding the compount

<John_Andersen> 3 mundane agents with training

<John_Andersen> 1 lifesign sensor array

<DrSchmidt> It would be easy to use this as antenna and just plug in some sensory components

<John_Andersen> and 3 Ectopods for scanning the extradimesional... we cannot afford more to be spent on a mission as small as this one

<DrSchmidt> Can you assign us an ectoplasmic/primal energy scanning array,too?

<John_Andersen> the ectopods can cover each about 5 meters

<John_Andersen> that is an Ectopod son...

<John_Andersen> that is how we call them in these parts

DrSchmidt nods and thinks he might be able to boost them with Niles' help

<Storyteller> (it might be quite hard to do it actualy... and you won't know if you did it right unless something triggers it... or not..)

DrSchmidt takes out his PDA and starts to type up some things

<Jan_Pieterszoon> or causing them to malfunction decreasing our chances of success should anything go wrong very much...

<John_Andersen> SO i want you to start with preparations from tomorow morning

<DrSchmidt> (Hey, I will try it. That's what I'm best at ^_^

<John_Andersen> the day after tomorrow at 18:00 the guests can be expected

<DrSchmidt> Understood.

Niles_Powers nod

<Jan_Pieterszoon> during the night ?

DrSchmidt has some ideas how to use Niles' knowledge about folding space to optimize the workings of the ectopds.

<John_Andersen> Yes... it is a scientific symposium... at least that is what they call it

<Jan_Pieterszoon> oh...that decreases our chances of success by even more if anything goes wrong...

<John_Andersen> it is a PR meeting of many mundane scientists that will get together to swap tales and eat good food

DrSchmidt ponders some other things

<John_Andersen> But there is still no cause for alarm

<John_Andersen> according to the data we have

<Jan_Pieterszoon> yes, and that it will be if everything works alright.

DrSchmidt hears food, and his stomach rumbles

<John_Andersen> the chances for any breaches ar less the n3%

DrSchmidt remembers he last ate midflight on the way from Nevada

<John_Andersen> you should have a walk in the park

<Jan_Pieterszoon> but we are there for security and that means we must assume that the worst things can and will happen.

<DrSchmidt> I will take no chances.

<John_Andersen> hah

<John_Andersen> and what is the worst thing?

DrSchmidt makes a face.

<John_Andersen> a gang of terrorists blowing themu up?

DrSchmidt fears the worst thing might me some RDs

<John_Andersen> there is no reason to think that any RD's might be involved

<John_Andersen> this is not their league

<DrSchmidt> This Symposium is about Genetics, isn't it?

<Niles_Powers> what's teh conference subject ?

<John_Andersen> you are there only to get aquainted with Southampton and each other

<Jan_Pieterszoon> that whatever is contained in that heavily secured lab we are not allowed to enter is actually something very dangerous that could be the cause of our problems.

<Jan_Pieterszoon> !roll 1

<DrSchmidt> The name DNA suggests it, I'd say)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> !dice 1

<agww-dice> Jan_Pieterszoon rolls the dice and gets the following results: 2

<Jan_Pieterszoon> hmm

<John_Andersen> "Functional usage of DNA alterations in human beings"

DrSchmidt nods. As expected

<Jan_Pieterszoon> with what attribute do you usually roll for intuition

<John_Andersen> only a study from one of their doctors will be shortly talked on for about half an hour and the rest is just a dinner party

<Niles_Powers> (wits+awarness)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> I have intuition

<John_Andersen> Heavily secured?

<John_Andersen> you really are naiive...

<John_Andersen> 3 guards?

<John_Andersen> that is nothing

<DrSchmidt> Well, I don't know if you heard about the stuff that happened in Frankfurt, but we had several RDs invading Research labs dealing with just that stuff

<John_Andersen> it simply has nothing to do with you

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (I thought you said it was 3 guard parties)

<John_Andersen> or do you wish to go and meddle with DNA analysiys

DrSchmidt wouldn't think this is just such a piece of cake

<John_Andersen> (no 3 GUARDS)

<John_Andersen> Well i think this is a piece of cake mission

<John_Andersen> you will have no problems

<John_Andersen> and will be able to call papa if you are scared

John_Andersen grins

<Niles_Powers> i would like to clarify the orders: are we to protect the scientist or the whole compound ?

DrSchmidt hopes Mr. Andersen is right, but he has doubts

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (could I well...get a hunch what might happen ?)

<John_Andersen> i'll leave you to preapare... i expect you to start preaprations from 0900 tomorrow morning...

John_Andersen starts raising

DrSchmidt will secure the whole compount with appropriate counter measures and then see to the safety of the people inside

DrSchmidt 's stomach grumbles again

<John_Andersen> Ahh just the compund... and the scinetists if anything goes wrong...

<John_Andersen> though nothing willl

<DrSchmidt> Hm. I think I might want to get some dinner

<Jan_Pieterszoon> What is our prime objective ? To protect the scientists, or to protect the lab ?

<John_Andersen> if someoene of you wants i can make them an invitation for that fancy dinner...

<John_Andersen> we have nothing on the lab...

<DrSchmidt> Some fancy dinner?

<John_Andersen> you are to protect the compounf...

<Jan_Pieterszoon> nothing ??

DrSchmidt looks expectantly at Mr.Andersen

<DrSchmidt> I think we will see to this tomorrow after we got our supplies

<Storyteller> (nothing was meant as in nothing that is specialyl required to do in the lab)

<DrSchmidt> I think we should familiarize us with their workings and if need be improve them a little

<Jan_Pieterszoon> please all attending personel and guest files uploaded to my room..

<John_Andersen> I think that should ho to to mission leader... not Mr. Tinky...

<DrSchmidt> (I think I got the data into my PDA, didn't I?)

<John_Andersen> Mr Tinky should only do what he does best... and that is surley not hinking

DrSchmidt doesn't have that thing for nothing

<John_Andersen> welll gentlemen if that is all?

DrSchmidt nods.

<Storyteller> (you simply plug it in near the projector and can take any data)

<John_Andersen> well then

<DrSchmidt> I'd be very obliged if you could point me to some canteen here

<John_Andersen> Niles i expect from you to provide transportation

<John_Andersen> and help them with getting around

DrSchmidt copies the data.

John_Andersen turns and starts to walk away

John_Andersen exits the room

DrSchmidt looks to Niles

<Niles_Powers> follow me

<DrSchmidt> You know yourself around here? Where can we get something for dinner?

Jan_Pieterszoon looks pretty much on the edge of blowing up

<Niles_Powers> i ll show you the cafeteria

<Niles_Powers> or would you prefer to eat outside in a pub ?

DrSchmidt put on a smile and nods

<Jan_Pieterszoon> well a pub sounds like a good idea

<DrSchmidt> Fine. Thank you

<Niles_Powers> let's go then

<DrSchmidt> I'll just get something to eat. I will follow your advice here

<Niles_Powers> we 'll go to the Black Horse

<Niles_Powers> it's a nice pub

DrSchmidt nods.

<DrSchmidt> Good.

<DrSchmidt> Take the lead, please

<Jan_Pieterszoon> Sounds as an exellent idea

Niles_Powers leave the room

DrSchmidt follows Niles

Niles_Powers goes to the elavator

Jan_Pieterszoon follows them too...slowly...

<Jan_Pieterszoon> Hey, hold the elevator

Jan_Pieterszoon has a pretty limp

DrSchmidt stands in the door of the elevator and waits patiently or Jan to follow up

<Storyteller> after geting in the car pool and taking one of the cars niles takes you some 10 minutes away from the base into a beautifully rustic Pub with all the British classics and quality beer...

<DrSchmidt> Mr.Powers, which local dishes can you recommend?

<Storyteller> the bar is generally empty.. except for the barmen and a samll group of people in a far away corner around a big tabele...

Jan_Pieterszoon is unusually (if you can say that after knowing him for a few hours) quiet

<Barman> Right mates

<Barman> What can i order for you?

<Barman> We have some great black beer here...

DrSchmidt raises an eyebrow at the overly familiar address of the barman

<Niles_Powers> i ll take a steak with some paste

<DrSchmidt> Sir, which beverage would you recommend?

Barman notes a steak...

<Barman> anda lager?

DrSchmidt looks for some kind of menue

<Barman> Well i'd recommend some of our fine black Lager.. the beast from the meadows of England!

<Niles_Powers> and i d like some scotch

Barman scribbles something in a hurry

<Jan_Pieterszoon> I'll go for today's special and a bottle of scotch

<DrSchmidt> Well, then I will order one of those. And I think I will take a steak, too

<Storyteller> (there is none... you haven't been in a lot of pubs have yo ustayka :))

<DrSchmidt> (In German pubs thereare)

Barman scribbles that down and asks how rare do you want the steak?

<DrSchmidt> English, please

<Niles_Powers> well rosted

<Jan_Pieterszoon> thats well done...or medium or rare

<Jan_Pieterszoon> ((OOC of course))

<DrSchmidt> (ST: If you can order food, then you'll find a menue in Germany ^_^ REmember, Pete is from Germany)

<Storyteller> (LOL :))

<DrSchmidt> (Jan; My char is German, and I think sometimes it's fun to put in some linguistic intereference :-)

<DrSchmidt> (Jan: "rare" is "English" in German ^_^)

Barman says something behind the bar and heads back to the beers

Barman runs to the back of the Pub carrying 4 1liter glasses of beer to the fellows in the back room

DrSchmidt smiles at the mugs. They have the same size as the "Masskruege" in Bavaria

Barman delivers the scotch, a small lager and a thick soup for Jan

Storyteller loves 1liter jugs :)

Storyteller thinsk they are tons of fun... :)

Jan_Pieterszoon eats the soup quietly, and sips on his lager (which he obviously doesn't like much)\

DrSchmidt takes a deep sip of the beer, and frowns

<Storyteller> You hear a booming voice with some Nordish accent from the back room...

Jan_Pieterszoon looks up

<DrSchmidt> This is not properly cold!

Barman brings staks for the group... a well done with custard and seasonings for Niles

Barman brings also a nicerare steak for Schmidt fgarnered with greenery...

Barman lloks at schmidt?

DrSchmidt smiles at the barman.

Barman looks stumped

<DrSchmidt> Thank you very much."

Jan_Pieterszoon makes a mental note to really rent a house around here with his own kitchen...

<Barman> how come it ain't cold enough?

<DrSchmidt> Well, I'm used to Bavarian beers...

<Storyteller> (the food is very good actualy...)

<DrSchmidt> They are pretty much more cooled

<Storyteller> (as much as i like German, and Czech beers.. .english and Irish are i na league of their own!)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> ((Have you eaten in a pub before (I've been to several recommended to me) but well.......))

Barman notes that thse are as cold as a true English beer needs to be

<Storyteller> (yes i have... i had only good experiences...)

<DrSchmidt> (/me actally doesn't like pubs much. She was to some here in Germany and thinks that proper restaurants are far more agreeable9

<Niles_Powers> differente ambiance i ll say

<Barman> (you picked it so don't squirm :))

<Jan_Pieterszoon> Forgive my German friend, Mister....the soup was excellent and the Lager was just right......but whats with those tourists in the corner, they are a bit noisy...

<Barman> Ah those are not turists.. they are ruglars---

<Barman> Gunther is a bit strange with his Nordic appearance and voice but he has been here for at least 3 years

<Barman> Those ar Gunther, John, Paddy & Peter... a really nice bunch

DrSchmidt eats his steak and decides better not to comment on what proper beer should be like again...

<Barman> they are somtimes accompanied by a strange fellow in a black trenchcoat eith vblack sunglasses... he only ever drinks Cokes...

<Barman> i cannot remember how he was called...

<Barman> ah well

Barman truns and sees new customers and goes to sit them down

<Niles_Powers> sodo you like the dinner ? ^^

DrSchmidt nods.

<DrSchmidt> The steak is perfect

<Jan_Pieterszoon> yeah it's pretty good....but Mr. Powers, what do you think of the guests in the corner there....

<DrSchmidt> (Does one understand what these guys in the corner talk about?)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> look carefully

<Niles_Powers> i never talked to them

DrSchmidt rummanges in one of his overall pockets and takes out a scanner, that he keeps hidden under the table

<Niles_Powers> but they are regular indeed

<Jan_Pieterszoon> are they ours ?

<Niles_Powers> dont think so

<Niles_Powers> or they dont report to the same construct then

...

<DrSchmidt> (Ok. General scan with Corr, DimSci, Forces, Life, Mind & Prime!)

<DrSchmidt> !dice 3

<agww-dice> DrSchmidt rolls the dice and gets the following results: 3 10 4

<Storyteller> (you took your scanner with you to lunch!?!

DrSchmidt peers inconsicuously at the display of the scanner under the table

<DrSchmidt> (Story: Sure)

<DrSchmidt> (Storyteller: Didnt I mention I put all my devices back in the overall I put on?)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> Cause what the bartender said sounded quite suspicious to me.....they sometimes meet with a guy in a blacktrenchcoat and black shades who only drinks Coke...that sounds strangely familiar it seems...

<DrSchmidt> (I didn't take them out again. You can check the log ^_^)

<Storyteller> (you learn that they are healthy individuals that take the drinking well, that they have human thought patterns and have a bit stonger dimsci rating then most peopple... not much but a bit...)

<DrSchmidt> (You don't expect me to go anywhere without my tools & devices, do you?)

DrSchmidt takes another sip of the beer & makes a face

<DrSchmidt> I don't think they areours.

Asm0dai enters the bar

<Jan_Pieterszoon> Lemme guess...a guy wearing black trenchcoat and black shades ?

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (OOC: )

Asm0dai looks like a nice little man with glasses in a short sleevles vest... he goes up to the bar and orders a beer

Asm0dai drinks peacefully next to the group

DrSchmidt puts away his scanner, as the readings very mostly harmless

<DrSchmidt> were

DrSchmidt looks at the beer and shakes his head. This is definitely vile.

DrSchmidt decides to order a coke, too, when the barman appears next time

<Jan_Pieterszoon> ((I get the little feeling that I am a bit more paranoid than the rest of you))

Barman comes to pick up the plates

<Barman> was everything all right

DrSchmidt puts on a smile

<Niles_Powers> (it's more a live and let die policy until something goes wrong )

<DrSchmidt> The steak was very good. May I have a coke now?

<Jan_Pieterszoon> It tasted excellen, Mister....complements to the cook

Barman smilees and notes right away sir... some beers are not to everyone's tastes, ay?

<Barman> Why thanky you mate...

<DrSchmidt> Well, I'm sorry about that...

Barman takes the plates and empty glasses and dissapears quickly

<Jan_Pieterszoon> Is there any place at the bar I could go sit with a decent reason ?

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (I mean close to the group)

<Storyteller> (almos anywheere... there is the bunch in the left corner... the samall men with th beer next to you and a family in the left corner)

<DrSchmidt> (Which language are they talking in anyway? Engish? Does one understand the content?)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (I mean the group with Gunther in it..)

<Barman> (you are too far away)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (sit at the bar, so I can hear them, and observe them, without being too obvious...

DrSchmidt looks at Jan squirming around.

<Barman> Oi mate... why did you leave your companions?

<Barman> wan't a fresh one

<DrSchmidt> What's Up Mr.Pieterszoon? Everything okay?

<DrSchmidt> (h , he is already gone? Sorry)

Niles_Powers grin

<Jan_Pieterszoon> Me still has his bottle of scotch

DrSchmidt looks at Niles

<Storyteller> (as the group notices you sitting next towards them they look at yo ucriticaly and continue drinking their beers and talking about a Lass named MAe... whatever aLass is...)

<DrSchmidt> Any idea why Mr.Pieterszoon squirmed around likte that?

<DrSchmidt> (St: Shouldn't I be able to know what a "lass" is? *g*)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> and they annoy the hell out of me...colleagues okay, but that German fellow......oh dear if I've ever seen someone like him before it would have been his brother..

<Storyteller> (Lass is a young woman in Irish colocvial speech for those that don't know)

<DrSchmidt> (Oh, you meant Jan)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (I know)

<DrSchmidt> (ST: Scottish, too)

<Storyteller> (you are talking to who ?)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (Bartender)

<Niles_Powers> I think he is getting paranoid

DrSchmidt nods

<Storyteller> (yes i just wanted to note that... paddy is irish, peter is scottish, gunther is from Sweden)

<Niles_Powers> he's seeing R&D

<Barman> ahh yes

<Barman> well one that cannot a ppreciate a beer as fine as ours i cannot like too much

<DrSchmidt> Hm. I just scanned the guys over there... The readings were mostly normal exceptt for one little deviation

<Barman> but we do need all sorts

Niles_Powers shrug

<Niles_Powers> i prefer not to make too much noise

<DrSchmidt> I wouldn't be too worried, if it wasn't exactly on the DimSci scale

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (what I basically do at the bar is fill my glass, drink a little scotch, and oberve that Gunther fellow with a little Mind 2)

DrSchmidt talks sotto voco)

<Storyteller> (roll)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (to see what I can learn from him...)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> !dice 2

<agww-dice> Jan_Pieterszoon rolls the dice and gets the following results: 1 5

Niles_Powers take a nap and write on it: could you arrange a procedure to prevent people from hearing what we are saying ?

<Jan_Pieterszoon> botch

<Jan_Pieterszoon> unless the 5 is a success

<Storyteller> (YOU SUDDENLY SCREAM FROM THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS AS YOU HAVE A VISION OF YOUR PRICIEST STOCK FALLING AND YOU BNKRUPTING!)

DrSchmidt nods

<DrSchmidt> (I'll put up a forces 2 shield)

<Storyteller> (th 5 ain't a sucess in this case)

DrSchmidt rummages through another pockets until he finds a small box with a fold-out antenna

<Storyteller> (the fellas next to you turn towards you and a spry fellow among the m jumps up and runs to you

Jan_Pieterszoon stands up, walks out of the door, to the nearest payphone

Niles_Powers raise from his chair

** Barman is now known as Paddy_O_Donnel

<Paddy_O_Donnel> Are you okay ?

DrSchmidt takes out the little box and adjusts a dial.

<Jan_Pieterszoon> get out of my way...

Paddy_O_Donnel tries to help John raise up

<Niles_Powers> are you ok ?

DrSchmidt keeps it below the table, thoug

<DrSchmidt> !dice 5

<agww-dice> DrSchmidt rolls the dice and gets the following results: 9 6 2 1 1

<Jan_Pieterszoon> Yes, I'm okay...but not for long...I may have made a terrible mistake...

<DrSchmidt> (no sux)

<DrSchmidt> Ack

<Paddy_O_Donnel> (at what?)

<Paddy_O_Donnel> ahh why?

<DrSchmidt> Sorry, Arete is3 diff 5

<Paddy_O_Donnel> you just screamed from the top of your loungs mate

<DrSchmidt> !diff 3

<Storyteller> !dice 6

<agww-dice> Storyteller rolls the dice and gets the following results: 7 10 6 3 1 3

<DrSchmidt> (again... !dice 3 at diff 5 is what I want)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> my stocks...I need to make a call (I try to scramble to the payphone).....to .... change things

<DrSchmidt> !dice 3

<agww-dice> DrSchmidt rolls the dice and gets the following results: 5 4 10

<Paddy_O_Donnel> WAIT!

<Paddy_O_Donnel> don't

<Paddy_O_Donnel> rest a while

<Paddy_O_Donnel> Oi Jock give me a beer

<Paddy_O_Donnel> we have to rejuvenate this fella

Gunther in booming voice

<DrSchmidt> Okie, Mr.Powers, I think now we sould be able to talk reasonably safe

<Gunther> are yu ok?

Jan_Pieterszoon scrambles up...and well...drags himself to the payphone...

Gunther is a very tall nordic man with a ton muscles and two long braids of blond hair...

Paddy_O_Donnel sits John up to one of the boots and hands him a beer

<Niles_Powers> that sure, Mr Pieterszoon drawn all the attention to him ...

Paddy_O_Donnel sits John up to one of the boots and hands him a beer

<Jan_Pieterszoon> I AM OKAY AS SOON AS YOU LET ME MAKE A CALL

<DrSchmidt> Indeed.

<Gunther> Paddy need any help?

<Paddy_O_Donnel> No Gunther... let the fella be

<Gunther> Ok

<DrSchmidt> Well, sorry, it was a bit awkward to adjust the device inconspicuously

Gunther returns to the table and his beers

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (((Hey sorry people, I can't help it I botch))

<Niles_Powers> oh well

<DrSchmidt> I think Mr.Pieterszoon seems to have some problem.

Paddy_O_Donnel goes towards Schmidt and Niles

<Paddy_O_Donnel> HEY YOU TWP

<Paddy_O_Donnel> yOur friend here got a seizure!

<DrSchmidt> (How close is he?

<Storyteller> (a few feet)

<DrSchmidt> (Okay, then he should be in our shiel now)

Paddy_O_Donnel walks towards them notralising why they aren't responding

<Paddy_O_Donnel> Hey you two?

<Paddy_O_Donnel> your friend has had aseiuzure!

<Paddy_O_Donnel> why didn't you help him?

DrSchmidt now hears him

<DrSchmidt> Sir?

<Niles_Powers> it's stresss

Paddy_O_Donnel points to John looking like shit

<DrSchmidt> I'm sorry, I didn't see this.

<Niles_Powers> he work with the city

<Paddy_O_Donnel> no need to see stupid

<Niles_Powers> and that get the better part of him sometime :/

<Paddy_O_Donnel> he was heard in half the city!

DrSchmidt gets up and walks over to him, the device in his hand

<Paddy_O_Donnel> ahh.. i can get his pain... you know if you work for the city..

<Paddy_O_Donnel> ... you could get rid of this stink everywhere...

<Paddy_O_Donnel> ... it really is messed up... you should clean this place up...

DrSchmidt reaches Jan.

<Niles_Powers> (FYI: i mean City as the english wall street )

<DrSchmidt> (Now the shield should be around him & me)

<Paddy_O_Donnel> now go and attend to your pal.. i ain't gonna be babysitting him

Jan_Pieterszoon uses his cane to get to the payphone (and make a call to collect all his investments as soon as the Stock Exchange of New York opens again)

<Paddy_O_Donnel> (oh sorry)

<Paddy_O_Donnel> (you wrote it in small letters)

DrSchmidt looks at Jan, pondering wat the hell he was up to now

<DrSchmidt> Mr.Pieterszoon? You are well?

<Niles_Powers> (it's 2 AM here i will go off tobed in a few mns)

Paddy_O_Donnel tries to make Jan drink some beer since he knows he has to stop the fella from dehydrating in this case

<DrSchmidt> (SAme here ^_^)

<Paddy_O_Donnel> (here too...)

<Jan_Pieterszoon> I hope I was on time....I just realized that I must have made a terrible mistake in my investments

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (here too)

<DrSchmidt> And that's why you caused such a ruckus?

<Paddy_O_Donnel> he is probably epileptic

DrSchmidt raises and eyebrow and shakes his head

<Paddy_O_Donnel> they can do such things when they have a na attack

Paddy_O_Donnel looks down with a smirk

DrSchmidt deactivates the shield with a push on the button of the device

DrSchmidt returns to Niles

<DrSchmidt> Well, I really don't know what to make of this colleague of ours.

<Jan_Pieterszoon> it's okay now...I feel much better............let's go back home now okay....

DrSchmidt decides to activate the shield again

<Niles_Powers> nor I ..

<DrSchmidt> !dice 3

<agww-dice> DrSchmidt rolls the dice and gets the following results: 8 9 10

<DrSchmidt> Yatta!

<Niles_Powers> (could we end now ?)

<DrSchmidt> Well... So I wonder if it is significant what I got from these guys here

Paddy_O_Donnel goes back to his fellas grumbling about these people not caring about their friends...

<Jan_Pieterszoon> (return to base ?? and then quit...I promis I won't take it long)

<Storyteller> (okay want to end now with you going back to the base and getting soem sleep :))

<DrSchmidt> (Good idea

<Storyteller> okay we stop HERE

<DrSchmidt> Heh.

Session Close: Tue Feb 11 02:11:13 2003

-- To Be Continued --

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