[When last we left our intrepid adventures, Thalan had just gotten a shower that will change his life forever.] [For months, the fan boards and fic debated his new appearance. Dozens of poor fan renditions were produced. But shockingly, all of this speculation was wrong!] [Except for the one actual piece of fan art made prior to the episode in question. That one may well be right.] [And now the safety shower door opens...] (Except one guy in Greenland, who had a totally accurate picture of Thalan's new look... in a rather explicit picture also involving Neisis.) (Eww, not the one with the tentacles.) [Start] (Totally accurate, except it switch Thalan's gender) (switched) * Thalan emerges as... an adorable cat-person. Well, not like he wasn't a cat- person already, but he's adorable. Like... short and very childish. Maybe 5 years by human standards? Yeah, short. He looks around with a rather lively expression and that everpresent gleam in his eyes, only it's much more playful now. His flight suit changed size with him, but the plasma rifle is... overwhelmingly large in his hands. "Miiiiiyaaaaa!" * Neisis blinks. "He's so cute!" (* Theo and Terry hide.) * Murynal decides now is a good time to keep staring at Thalan. (Also... I slept with the female version of that!?) (Hahahaha) [Kholan blinks and is muted by the sheer cuteness.] * Justine also sits there staring. * Thalan waves wildly. "Can we go now Auntie-Murynal? I wanna get some cookies!" (It's the Jumpers/OST Babies cross-over!) * Murynal stares for a few more moments, then blinks and says, as though just realizing Thalan addressed her, "I don't think we have any cookies." ( Phear teh cute ones. ) (Can I make a bio science roll?) * Neisis shakes her head. "I haven't seen any cookies." -herring.sandwich.net:@#jumpers- *invited Dicesuke into channel #jumpers. * Dicesuke has joined #jumpers Awww. ;-; (Sure) 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Justine (2d6) and gets a natural 10 for a result of 10. Then let's go and find some! (Exact make.) * Thalan points onwards 'dramatically'. (What do yu need to know?) (Just an evaluation of the deaging.) [From a cursory examination he seems to still be Thalan and to be quite stable. It also is not going to be infectious. If she wants to double check this with labwork on the ship, she can verify it for free.]] (Is it permanent?) [It's stable. He'll likely age again slowly over time, but there's no reason to think he'll jump back absent more super "science."] [And, oddly enough, there is a cookie vending machine beckoning in the elevator. What will they come up with next?] (It's a trap. The fountain of youth is put there by the cookie manufacturers to boost sales at the vending machine.) [Kohlan also politely takes her leave. She'll repair her shuttle and may see you again somewhere around this freaky universe.] * Thalan blinks, and pounces torwards the elevator, not caring if he gets dirty... only his rifle and backpack hold him back since they're too heavy. * Justine sympathizes with that. Maybe we could get some on the way ba.... Hey! Cookies! "He can't move because his stuff is too heavy." Justine pauses, then looks at Murynal and Neisis. "Should we do something to help him?" * Murynal sighs. "I think so." She picks the rifle up out of Thalan's hands. It's probably not good if he keeps it anyway. * Neisis reaches for the backpack. "But, wouldn't it be better if he doesn't go running off here?" * Thalan releases his grip on the weapon after a short struggle, realizing slowly that it's keeping him from what he really wants. (That one piece of fan art where young Thalan was blue and had particularly bulging eyes wasn't so far off after all!) (Is the backpack pinning Thalan down or dragging behind him?) (Dragginb ehind him) (Okay.) * Murynal pats Thalan on the head. (Was there a guy here running this shower thing? I remember one.) (The Quartermaster) (He closed shop and ran away lest young Thalan was also vengeful. (Who you were going to cut into eighths at one poit.) (Oh, right.) (It's been, you know, six months or so, hasn't it?) (Yeah, I was going to tatally kick his ass) (If he didn't let me in the shower) (So we want to fast forward back to the ship, cookies in hand?) (Sure.) (Okay.) (Okay I guess, I'm not sure what we're doing any more. ^^;) [And our heroes receive their delivery receipt in addition to free cookies and milk! They're once again on their noble vessel ready to explore the universe.] [Or to drop the receipt off at the space donut to get payment.] * Thalan is bouncing around and off the walls and in general hyper-land. (Dude, I don't believe it, but Danger-tainment Park took longer than SAB Prep School. :P ) [There's a bit of time involved with the journey back. Time they could use to discuss what they want to do next. Or to stare at Thalan and go "aww..."] (By a factor of three!) (And yet had less pain. By a greater factor. Shocking) (Yes. Far less.) (There was much less session here.) (The only pain was getting you to run. :P ) (I'll note that I'm the one that suggested running this time. ^_~) Could someone please keep him off the controls. * Justine rolls her wheelchair into their ship. Draped over one armrest is a white T-shirt she bought en route at the gift shop, bearing the slogan "I Survived the Danger-Tainment Centre and All I Got Was This Lousy T- Shirt And Shrapnel Wounds." Oh yeah. So, who's supposed to pilot the ship now? And we've got too many fighters. * Thalan hits some random buttons. "Wheeee!" (Not the ice maker!) And? Can you disable his console? [The med lab at Fantastic Park actually sells commerative pictures.] * Murynal pulls Thalan off the control panel. "Down." Awww. ;-; [The ship shudders. Good idea. ::Thalan's console is disabled:;] * Murynal nearly loses her balance in the mini-earthquake. "I'll pilot." Or Justine. * Murynal looks to Justine. "She's probably better at flying this." * Justine nods. "I can do that." * Justine is thrown about in her wheelchair by the shuddering, and has to slowly inch herself back into the proper position. Okay! You can fly this... and I guess Denal can do it when we need to fight and the two of you go out? Oh! Denal turn the gravity back down! * Murynal nods, finally letting go of Thalan. She looks down at the kitty. "Behave yourself." * Thalan folds his arms and stays put for maybe a minute. Maybe. And then is jumping around again. He's not hitting the buttons though, or making nearly as much noise as before. (He'll love low gravity.) So did you girls trade in your catboy for a younger model or did something happen in there? * Murynal watches him bop around. "He took a shower." He took a shower that made him young. Nice and clean! I'm not sure how that worked. Magic! Oh, a youthification shower. "Do you know what that is?" Of course. It's wet! How does it work? It withdrawals, uh, free radicals and toxins from the body. And revitalizes hair. I know he has a lot of hair, but I think it did a lot more than that. Well, you know those toxins. No? * Thalan does indeed have a very shiny coat of fur. Obviously not. So, shall we go to the Space Donut and get fuel? It sounds like a good idea. Do you know how to change him back? Yeah, and, is there any way to put them back in? "Why does it revitalize hair?" So an oldification shower? That's preposterous. (But not if you wish it, O vengeful god with the smiting...) * Neisis rubs her head. "So, he's stuck then?" (::grins::) (Making up for missing a Simpsons reference earlier?) Well, maybe there's ways. But he seems happy. He wasn't so happy before. And look how shiny his coat is. (Oh, and anyone with bio skill can make a rol on all this.) * Justine turns to look. 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Justine (2d6) and gets a natural 8 for a result of 8. (Made by 2.) (I don't have the skills!) "It is shiny," Justine agrees. "But I don't understand that thing about the toxins and free radicals. Unless those work differently here. A lot of things seem to." She sort of trails off at the end. Yeah, work differently. * Murynal shakes her head. "It doesn't seem fair. He didn't know this would happen when he went in." What's wrong Miss Murynal? ;-; * Neisis nods. "Do you know any way for him to get older? Without waiting for it to happen? I kinda want to still be around when it happens." * Justine looks pensive but doesn't say anything else. Well.. err.. I don't really know. I'll ask the Space Donut computer. Yay doughnuts! Okay. Let's go to the space donut and get fuel and info and donuts. (fastforward to the payment office?) (How long does that take?) * Justine leans forward, pushing the joystick on her armrest to roll her chair to the helm. (Is gravity off yet?) * Murynal looks down at Thalan. "You're not supposed to be that young, that's all. Did you like your cookie?" (I'll say the gravity is at Justine's command.) (So, presumably, off shortly after she gets to the hel/ * Robin has quit IRC (Ping timeout ) * Thalan nodnods. "Miiiyaa... It was nummy." (Yeah, but can she *get* the helm.) (Checks how long it took ast time.) That's good. What's a 'miya'? (A crazy teenage mutant psycho.) * Thalan blinks. "I don't know." (HEY! She is not- wait- yes. Yes, she is.) (*gives Nic 4 points.) * Denal notes Justine's approach. "Want me to lower gravity again?" * Thalan purrs as he curls up in his seat. (I get points?) I can set up one of the easier to get to side controls as gravity. "Thank you." * Murynal goes to sit near Thalan and make sure he doesn't cause any trouble. [And the gravity drops to .4] (I'm still not hungry, but I guess I should get food.) * Neisis floats over to her chair. (Yes, eating is good for the Ard.) * Justine breathes easier. And manages to make her way out of her wheelchair and into the chair at the helm. "Where are we headed?" Justine asks Neisis. (Neisis is It! I mean, the Captain. I mean, It.) (Okay, we can pause, or Mury can catch a nap or just get a seperating mission. Preference?) (Pause.) (Um. You guys can make up an excuse for Mury to be away or quiet or whatever if you like. The only food place still open is going to close soon.) (Mury is handling Thalan) (Go, we've waited months, half an hour won't kill us.) (Iiii don't care. If Thalan needs to take a nap, he's set to.) (Okay, pause) (Thalan! Now with 36% less Free Radicals.) (Yup!) (So OOC, do we want further age playing with, or should I thwart it?) * Murynal is now known as Muridle (*Demands freedom for all imprisoned radicals!) [Pause] So we can drop ()s * Thalan drops YOUR ()s. Thanks for saving me the effort. I think giving us a chance to thwart it would be good, but you don't need to drop it into our laps. I figure if it's going off it can be the objective for this session. It affects Kevin the most. Ask him. Well, he's here isn't he? Thus included i you guys. :P It was my idea. Restoring Thalan should happen, this isn't intended to be permanent. ^^; Okay, want a session or more? It will depend of course on how you solve things, but the general timing of the puzzles are up to you. That's up to how much the others can stand a bundle of hyperactive fur. Okay, and can I get a sleep time preference from everyone? 3.5 hours. Don't care too much. If I get tired I'll let you know, though. Okay, Nic? Sure. I wouldn't expect to go much more than 1.5 hours, though. Okay, I'll aim at 1.5. But thanks to its unusually good THAC0, you won't hit it. Heh, old school. Ah, second edition. Where lower is better. Sometimes. And different classes level at different rates. Yep. * Muridle is now known as Murynal I have food. * Murynal eyes it. Okay, Nic's briefly afk. How late do you want to go Ard? Late as whatever. Class at eleven. Should be up by nine thirty, hopefully. Want to get some decent sleep. So not past two my time, probably. Okay, I'll aim for an hour and a half after we resume. And Nic's back. Fast forward to the space donut? I don't think it's that far away time wise, but haven't been able find the specific. Whatever. I'm fine with that. [And you once again return to the Space Donut. You hail the service guy wo comes onscreen.] (Did we ever name the ship? I can't remember.) Ah, you're back. And only lost an eighth of your crew. Good show. ( Hail, Service Guy.) [Service guy is three feet tall, tan, and wiry.] (Ave!) (Mortai est salutat!) An eleventh. I'm crew too. "That'd make it a ninth." We're actualy trying to change him back, but we made the delivery so we can buy fuel now. (Denal really can't do math.) Oh, right. (That's the real reason she's stuck with us.) * Justine lets Neisis do the talking while she does the flying. * Thalan grins toothily at the service guy. So, if you could direct us to a dock with fuel, please? * Fuel guy nods and a fuel valve extends from the space donut. [Piloting roll to dock with it without requiring an eva.] 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Justine (2d6) and gets a natural 3 for a result of 3. And transfer over the delivery receipt and I'll transfer your 500.1 megacredits fter fuel expenses.] (Justine wins.) Thank you very much! (Made by 12.) [Justine takes her in real easy. The autodocking systems on the valve aren't even required.] [The GM wishes he could pull up to ticket machines at parking lot entrances with that level of ease.] [Fueling and exchanges happen. Denal stays quite during this interum.] (Quiet?) (Yes) * Thalan doesn't stay quiet. * Justine is barely even looking at the controls as she flies the ship, watching the exchange. I've check the computers. Turns out there's a waterfall of aging on Maldor Prime. So where are we going next? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? * Denal shudders. How far is that from here? (Waitasecond. Didn't I see this on Futurama once?) (No. Of course not.) (That was a fountain of aging) (Well, whirlpool) (Which is *totally* different) (Not a waterfall at all) (I see.) (Yes. So not the same thing.) * Justine sees if she can call up the destination on the helm computer. [The destination comes up. Half a day away at fuel conservation speeds. There's also a big warning that looks hastily warning. "Tret homeworld. Bad! You don't want to go there. And look how shiny Thalan's coat is. Really, not safe."] In that rig? About half a day unless you push it. * Neisis nods. "Sounds good to me." I should warn you though. It's the tret homeworld-- They eat circuts! Okay, I've changed my mind. "What's a Tret?" Are they tasty? That they do. Also, you probably won't want to take down any advanced equipment, like that there plasma rifle. It will be too much of a treat. But with normal armaments they should be fine. (A treat?) (threat) How would we keep them from eating the ship? [Denal shows a picture of a race of bird people with point ears. It says in big letters by them "Not Tasty!"] Awww. ;-; * Thalan looks and mrowrs, licking his lips. "They look tasty." It says they arn't. Well, just park somewhere away from the waterfall. They don't completely cover the planet. [The screen updates. "Really, not tasty at all. And they smell!] We still shouldn't go. They all lie! And they eat kittens. ! Er, can we buy the water? No eating kittens! Bad! Well, it is true that half of them consistently lie. But on the other hand half of them consistently tell the truth. Which is as good as most planets, just not randomly distributed. [The image updates with "Eat kittens!"] "Do they really eat kittens?" Well, not that I've ever heard. I mean they eat circutry. Kittens are a whole different ball game. I eat their head, for I am ZOMGAR THE MONSTER-EATER! "So they're really just an empty Tret." [Image update: "Heads not tasty either!" GRRR! Untill we feed them! * Service guy chuckles at tht. It's a hearty earthy laugh that shows he's hoping for a tip. * Murynal rubs Thalan's hair. "Shush." (Man, I can't remember anything about how I used to play Neisis.) (When? In earlier Jumpers?) (Yes.) * Thalan shushes up. (It's only been... forever.) [And the fill-up shuts off.] (You should reread old logs.) Want me to top her off? (I am) I guess so. [And you get that extra little litre of gas and the nozzle then retracts itself. Okay, let's go get Thalan back to the age he's supposed to be and then we can get back to our traveling. Best of luck with that. Whenever you need fuel and supplies, please think of the SPACE DONUT." [Both the planet display and the Tret display have been updated with text saying "Bad idea! Shiny coat!" * Neisis grins. "Can they fly? " [Displays: "Yes!" ::there's little arrows pointing to the wings:: "I still don't know *why* the coat is shiny," Justine says. Very fast? [A video of a tret flying is shown. It goes through the air at an amazing speed. The display is perhaps less frightful because there's obvious fastforward lines over the video.] * Service guy waits on the other line and coughs politely. (Well, only line) So, they're still slo... er sorry Sir. We'll be going now unless you know anywhere else we can find something like this that's near. (Aiming for about another forty minutes) I'm afraid not. Not much demand for aging really. "Did those things really just evolve on their own?" Justine asks, sounding somewhat skeptical. * Neisis nods. "Okay then, good bye." * Neisis closes the link. * Service guy looks slightly glum that he laughed at Justine's lame ass joke but got no tip. (actually drop the ass. This is a family program. :P) (Thalan would be traumatized!) [Displays: Probably designed by EVIL scientists.] (Fast forward to the plane?) (planet) * Neisis turns and looks up at one of the speakers. "So, you're still faster than they are. So you can drop three of us off and run away, and then come back when we're done. Unless the evil scietists? Scientists aren't evil." (Unless the evil scientists?) (She changed trains of thought mid sentance.) * Denal replies in a fairly sulky tone. "Alright. I suppose." (Fast forward? (Unless somebody wants to convince Neisis of the nature of mad science.) (I'm going to note that Justine will seem distracted and in thought for the trip.) (Check. And Denal's too busy sulking. (and I'm too busy flying around really fast like the thing in the picture) (Ponders if Neisis would ask about her armor being too techy.) d3 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Neisis (d3) and gets a natural 1 for a result of 1. (d3?) (I figurd about a one in three chance.) (And she got it.) [And you arrive in orbit around Maldor Prime. Has Thalan taken this opportunity to fly into a distracted Justine? I'll leave that to him.] (How's her armor work again? So, what sorts of things do they eat again? Chicken! (It's held together by technobable and magic.) Circuitry, sand, glass, anything silicon based. I thought you said they eat kittens. Maybe there are kittens made out of those things? "That would include my chair," Justine says absently. "I'll have to stay on board the ship." Well, the kittens might just be a legend. I hope they are. * Neisis nods. "That's why I said only three of us. I wouldn't make you run around and try to catch the moving ship from the ground." * Justine nods. "Thank you." You could also provide airsupport from your fighter. ::she cheers up:: It may involve killing a lot of Trets. * Neisis looks confused. "I thought you needed wings or lots of magic to fly in air."" She has a fighter. * Murynal nods. "Air support would help." Otherwise, Denal might just abandon us. * Murynal says this very matter of factly. But Murynal has the one with wings. Yay wings! Hey! Some of my friends had wings! "My ship won't fly in an atmosphere." You can use mine. Oh. (Change "my ship" to "'Trap") Anyways, there's nothing wrong with orbital bombardment. (Check) * Justine looks over at Murynal, a little more focussed. She nods. "I'll take good care of her." * Neisis thinks about that. "What if we hit the waterfall?" (Nuke the planet from orbit! It's the only way to be certain!) ( It is!) Um... Err.. well, maybe Murynal's fighter is best then. ::she's glummer:: Okay. Justine flys around and distracts all of them, Denal drops us off and we run for the waterfall, put Thalan in, and then run away. * Murynal nods to Justine, then smiles. "I can show you the controls." Alright. (WAnt the control showing IC?) (Not necessary for me.) (Not necessary here either.) * Neisis heads back to her room to drop off the few things she's sure will be tasty. * Justine seems far less distracted during the control demonstration. [Justine transfers over to Mury's fighter and seperates from the ship. Denal then finds a safe spot about a kilometer from the waterfall and drops you guys off.] [There's a group of a couple dozen Trals scattered around this immediate area. Some are moving closer to investigate the ship, but not at a great pace. Only about a quarter of them are in the air.] [End of description.] (Trals?) (Trets) (I'm oddly sleepy, maybe just as well I'm ending soon) * Neisis points. "C'mon Thalan, let's go!" * Murynal looks around. She nods to herself. * Justine circles overhead in Murynal's ship. * Thalan bounces after Neisis! [The terrain is largely rocky with a good number of juts breaking up the view. However, the ground is covered with a comfortabl layer of moss.] * Murynal jogs after the both of them. "So you don't mind changing back?" she asks curiously. Where are they where are they? Um... To what? To... older you. Huh? * Neisis jogs twords the waterfall. Not at anything near her full speed, but fast enough to cover some ground. You're going to go into a waterfall that will make you older. You used to be older, then you suddenly turned young, so we're gonna turn you back. [After the first quarter kilometer you notice a Tret walking towards you guys that's in the way of the waterfall. There's at least seven off in the distance by the falls. You can hear the falls from here, so they're fairy big.] Because you're supposed to be older. Cool! Maybe then I can drive and beat up dark elves like Captain Blasto Zero! Pow pow! BAM! ZAP! What's a "dark elf"? Uh... I don't know. [Justine is begining to get attention. There's three Trets flying near her ship, but keeping at least fift meters away for now.] * Murynal doesn't seem bothered by the bird thing. * Thalan thinks. "They're dark and skinny and have pointy ears and no fur and are really really mean." Hello. * Murynal thinks. "Then like a Dunmer, only with a really mean- oh, hello." * Neisis waves at the Tret. "Hello." * Justine targets the Trets but does not fire. What brings you here? We're going to use a waterfall to make Thalan here old again. * Murynal ruffles said kitty's hair. It's such shiny hair! * Neisis nods. "He accidentaly got into a shower of youth." That should be no problem at all. ::He looks admiringly at Thalan's shiny coat. Thanks. Can you keep your friends from trying to eat our ships? They fire back. * Neisis nods. "And that wouldn't be a good thing for any of us." * Thalan smiles. ^__________^ Well, only the wild ones would try and there's no wild ones by the waterfall. * Murynal blinks. "What's wrong with the waterfall?" That's good to hear, but it's too bad we can't tell everybody up in the ships that. Nothing, just a perfectly normal waterfall. * Tret gets walking again, aiming to go by you at an angle. * Murynal watches him go. * Neisis blinks now. "Wasn't it supposed to make him older?" Yes. ... He's also running away from us, or from something at that waterfall. * Neisis calls out. "Uhm, we arn't going to hurt you." * Thalan quickly makes his way to the waterfall, sniffing a bit as he goes. "What are they doing? Are we playing petrigen?" [And you get closer. You doing anything before you get within about 250 meters?] (Sniffing! Not really, though.) * Murynal is asing what petrigen is! (Asking.) What's Petrigen? * Neisis looks around some! It's a game! Yes, but how do you play? You see, one team has the prey, and the other team is a team of hunters. One team trys to keep the hunted from getting taken, while the other team tries to capture the prey! [As you get closer you can see the waterfall. It emerges from a rocky gave with great force and flows down about a hundred meters at a thirty degree angle.] Ahh. * Murynal looks. "That's pretty." Wooow! I like waterfalls! I don't like getting wet, though. * Thalan makes a face. [The water sparkles light green, matching the sky, and pools at the bottom before flowing underground again.] I've never seen one like that before. You're going to have to get wet, Thalan. But not for very long. I think. Just a bit. * Thalan looks at Murynal and Neisis with big cute kitty eyes. It's because you're supposed to be older! [And as you get closer, six of the Trets by the waterfall look you over and take flight. They have a rougher look about them, aren't as kempt and seem more animalistic than the one you talked to. A seventh stays calmly seated by the pool.] (Neisis continues her war on youth.) (I'm not going to take this to init. If you want to make any offensive action, say so.) (It's important to be who you're supposed to be!) * Neisis looks at all of them. "DIdn't he just say they wern't going to be here?" [The seventh looks better groomed, much like the earlier one you talked to.] He said that there aren't any wild ones. Wild like a monkey! (Young Thalan, master of the nonsensical simile.) * Neisis looks up. "Those arn't them?" [And the six decide tht you aren't of interest and get flying towards Justine. The other three keep circling her. Justine can see from her perspective that your group is drawing more attention from the other Trets in the area, but nobody seems to be acting just yet.] * Justine begins flying evasive manoeuvers. They're unnecessarily showy swoops and dives, meant to attract attention. (Give me a piloting roll on that. [And everyone else is now within a fifty meters of the waterfall I'll say.] * Neisis keeps walking forward. * Murynal keeps going. Should they be afraid of them? Probably, but they aren't. * Thalan inches forward, his curiosity getting the better of him. * Tret sitting near the pool. "Hello visitors." 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Justine (2d6) and gets a natural 8 for a result of 8. (Made by 7.) Hello, we'd like to use your waterfall for a bit. [Justine's swoops and dives get attention in spades. All of the wild trets in the area fly after her, but given the speed of the fighter they only come as close as she wants them. Even the civilized ones watch and seem impressed.] It will make you older if you drink of it. And only drink of the flowing water. The stagnant water is unpredictable. Good news Thalan! You don't even have to get all that wet! Really? Yay! I get to beat up bad guys! If you want to, but they're all up there I think. * Neisis points at Mury's fighter. * Tret looks up. "My, that looks tasty." He isn't moving though. (Give me an awareness roll Justine.) (Everyone else can too at +4) * Thalan blinks at the Tret. "Are you a bad guy?" 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Thalan (2d6) and gets a natural 10 for a result of 10. (Heee, no.) I don't think so. 2d6-4 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Justine (2d6-4) and gets a natural 8 for a result of 4. (Made by 5.) (I might make it depending on the sense.) (Sight or hearing?) (Sense of choice.) 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Neisis (2d6) and gets a natural 6 for a result of 6. (Made on body, failed mind.) (Ah. Well, depending on if Thalan's mind is lower by being a child, he might or might not make it.) (I'll just voluntarily fail. :D) [Anyone who makes notices that there's a large flock of Trets flying in. They had been hidden by a nearby mountain range. They look to be a few minutes of fight away still.] 2d6+4 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Murynal (2d6+4) and gets a natural 7 for a result of 11. (Yeah, knew I wouldn't make that. ;P) (Oh wait. +2. Still wouldn't have made it.) [And since Neisis made by body I'll say she's got an instinctual feel that's something up, but hasn't put her finger on it yet.] [The movement registered out of the corner of her eye or something.] And I think you should do it quick. * Thalan nods and jumps down to the running water, careless of his footing. Hm? Wheee! [Thalan steps in a few puddles on the way there. There's no obvious reprecussions other than small splashes.] Cute little guy. * Neisis shrugs. "You ever get that feeling that somethings about to happen?" (if you want to reroll at +2 in a bit you can. 3 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for *(3 2d6) and gets a natural 10 for a result of 9 6 10. [A few of the Trets are begining to get more clever in their chase of Justine. They aren't falling for every dive and loop. But she's still got attention and her skills are still quite sufficient.] * Thalan puts his hands out into the running water, and laps some up from his cupped hands. [And Thalan does get to the waterfall. It's bubbly. The water flow is pretty intense and loud, but thre's smaller running strems that he easily cups the water from.] He is, though I don't think he'll be so little anymore soon. And I have, yes. Why? [Thalan shots up a bit in height and gains a few years.] Because I just got it, and I don't think it's the water. (Roll again with a +2 if you like 2d6-2 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Neisis (2d6-2) and gets a natural 6 for a result of 4. (Made by mind!) (Righto, you notice them) * Neisis looks up. "It's something I can't quit put my fingers on... Like the giant flock of Trets over there." * Murynal looks where Neisis is looking. * Thalan laps a little more water, enough to shoot him up a few more years. [Assuming Thalan keeps lapping he gains a few more years and feels highly awkward and hormonal and gets a few pimples.] (Ew. Quick, pass that part up!) (... My race doesn't get pimples. c.c;) (THEY DO NOW.) (Side effect of the water apparently) (It's MAGIC WATER!) (How do you get pimples when you're covered in fur? x.x) (Would just be.. (Oh) [No pimples, but his fur is no longer so shiny. He now has several greasy patches. The tret is no longer impressed with his cuteness.] * Thalan keeps going until he hits about 16-17 earth years. [He's there. Patches fades, hormones get to be more managable, height is now what it was before.] [Flock is now about four minutes away.] (That's the age that I normally am, actually) * Neisis glances back at Thalan. "I think that's about right." (Pershala mature a little faster, and have a slightly shorter lifespan. ^^;) * Tret glances over at the incoming flock. "Ah, more company." (::nods::) * Thalan throws the water from his hands, flicking the excess off. "Good." His belly rumbles. "Can we get going? I'm getting hungry, and I don't think they'd like it if I started snacking on the indegenous 'wildlife'." He purrs softly. No we would not. 3 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for *(3 2d6) and gets a natural 2 for a result of 2 3 2. Going is good, let's head back. And it's good to see you as you again. (. . .) (... Whups.) Not to seconds back, and you're already threatening people again. * Thalan chuckles. "Wish I could have kept the coat..." Lots of conditioner? It's a gift. * Murynal glances at the flock again. "Pity I won't be able to ruffle your hair anymore. Let's go." * Thalan shakes his head. "Doesn't work as well as you'd think." Oh well. [The trets going after Justine then en mass work to improve their tactics. Anticipating one of her loops they spread to limit her range of options. Each seems ready to dive for a snack.] * Neisis remembers to say goodby to their visiter this time. "Bye! Thanks for letting us use your waterfall!" [Give me a piloting roll to determine the defense rolls needed Justine.] Quite welcome. Nice to meet you. * Justine sends her craft right at one of the herds, veering off at the last second. She fires into the collection of Trets, aiming her shot to come within a foot of several of her targets without hitting them. (Oh, I wrote that before I read your request.) (That's fine too) (What do I do?) (Do give me the http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/4627950.stm * Thalan waves and grins. "Goodbye. I might come back some other time. Maybe." (Sorry) (Give me the piloting roll) * Murynal waves at the Tret. (*gives Greg a hamster) (The random URL?) 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Justine (2d6) and gets a natural 10 for a result of 10. (Then an attack roll. +2 we'll say. Perfect shot) (Made by 5.) 2d6+2 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Justine (2d6+2) and gets 14, a CRITICAL FAILURE!!! "My momma always said, you gotta take the good with the bad. Have a little bad." (Accidentally hit +v) (Oye.) (DR that.) (... Ouch) (Check) 2d6+2 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Justine (2d6+2) and gets a natural 7 for a result of 9. (Perfect shot helps that is) (Made by 6.) (What's Perfect Shot?) (Precise Shot.) (Or Dead Eye.) (Gunbunny skillzor) (Same dif.) (I was thinking of the ranged version of perfect stroke. But yeah, precise would work) (I have Dead Eye.) [Justine stops playing around and starts piloting for real to avoid the majority of the flock. One persistant bugger stays on her though and she'll need a single ranged defense (fighters) roll. The rest of the flock is scattered by her shot and don't regroup immediately.] (Dead eye would count) (Then that improves the attack.) 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Justine (2d6) and gets a natural 3 for a result of 3. (Made that defense by 10, I think.) * Neisis looks up at SFX of a battle starting. "I think we should leave now." [However, a bird is no match for a plane and the Tret misjudges its dive and is left eating the fumes of Justine/Mury's fighter. (Wait, her attack takes a penalty for the gravity. Eh, it cancels with the Dead Eye.) (Check) * Tret near you decides to take cover. Most of the civilized Trets do the same or fly off. The distant flock still comes.] [And if you guys run for it, give me speed rolls.] (How does that work again?) (Body) * Murynal does run for it! Running is good! (Any speed abilities help) 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Murynal (2d6) and gets a natural 7 for a result of 7. (-4 bonus per level probably) (How much?) (Let me know margins) (Ahh) (Fail by one.) 2d6-4 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Neisis (2d6-4) and gets a natural 11 for a result of 7. (On the dot) (Aww, I don't have a speed boost ability. All I have is lots of special movement.) 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Thalan (2d6) and gets a natural 7 for a result of 7. (Make by 2.) [And Thalan leads the back with Neisis close behind. Mury can't quite keep up, but still makes good time.] [Denal waits for you guys and the engine are running. There's an almost palpable sense that the ship wants out.] (AFK a sec.) [The is now clouding a sizable portion of the green sky and seem eager for dinner. The wild ones Justine had been toying with fly off to regroup with the rest.] * Justine does not follow directly. Instead, she heads off in another direction, going slowly at first so the Trets will follow, then gradually speeding up as she leads them farther away. [Thalan and now Neisis are at the ship's entrance but Mury is still about fifty yards back.] (Back.) * Murynal runs like running! * Neisis becons at Murynal. "C'mon!" [Several small groups of the Trets break off, but Justine doesn't seem to have their total attention.] [Mury, give me another body roll, -2 bonus from being close.] * Murynal calls back as she keeps running, "I can only go so fast!" 2d6-2 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Murynal (2d6-2) and gets a natural 6 for a result of 4. * Justine gets a ways away, then quickly darts around, accelerating hard. (Made by two.) Exercise more! Then run faster! (... I was about to snark to that, but then I remembered that Neisis doesn't snark) [Mury is able to pour on a last bit of speed and sprits to the ship which closes its entrance as it takes off, not waiting for a pilot. Denal's flying isn't the best, but is good enough to go up!] (sprints) (right) * Neisis cheers for Murynal. "You made it!" [And piloting roll for that Justine.] * Justine also heads for the void, presumably losing her pursuers as she climbs higher and higher. 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Justine (2d6) and gets a natural 6 for a result of 6. (Justine makes by 9.) * Murynal does make it and slows herself down. By running into a wall. "Ow." [The remaining bit of the flock wasn't close enough to catch you guys, thanks to Mury's last second sprint. Justine easily makes her hard turn and does in fact lose her followers. Both of you break atmo leaving frustrated wild Trets circling and cawing below you.] * Neisis winces and goes to help Murynal up. "Are you okay?" (Okay, we're done. Just a question of any wrap up talk you want to do.) * Murynal blinks up at Neisis. "I'll heal." She's still breathing hard and doesn't look like she wants to get up just yet. * Thalan snickers. "Well, at least we made it out in one pice. " * Neisis nods. "That's good." Then she walks deeper into the ship. * Murynal sits up and shakes her head, then tries to smooth out her hair with her fingers. ... So, Thalan. Yeah? * Justine brings Murynal's ship in for docking. Do you really want to beat up dark elves like in Captain Blasto Zero? ... * Murynal said it with a straight face. Then again, she often says everything with a straight face. * Denal has mercy on Thalan. "I need someone at the helm. Unless you want me to try docking with Justine myself." (... Thanks Ard, now I'm wondering how the meeting between Ben and Murynal would go.) To be honest, I wouldn't mind. Dark Elves are real where I came from, and they're, how shall I put it... Large, in charge, and full of hatetred. I'd definetly drop the spandex, though. (Bwahaha.) * Thalan hops into the pilot's seat and starts piloting! [And Justine can dock without any trouble rolls needed. The two of you have more than sufficient skill together.] (Ben and Murynal meeting would be velly intelestink.) (Feel free to run it. Once you have rotating GMs. ^_~) * Justine reenters the main ship a few minutes later. "Hi Thalan. I see you're back to normal. No more shiny coat." * Neisis emerges from her room. "Okay, uhm, I guess we need to figure out the next place we stop right?" [While Thalan's controls work, most of Denal's displays are dimmed at this point and she hasn't said anything more.] (Are we breaking? I'm tired and we ran an hour overtime.) Yes, it's a real shame. (We should probably break.) (We can stop now.) [Break]