Post by JP SylvrWolfe on Feb 24, 2007 17:53:47 GMT -5
-ChanServ- Welcome to Silver Knights: Unlimited.
* ChanServ sets mode: +o JPSylvr
* Bowtie sighs .. growls .. and slams a fist into a countertop .. careful to avoid the panels.
* Christina has joined #SilverKnightsRPG
* ChanServ sets mode: +o Christina
* Bowtie grumblegrowls to himself a bit, then submits to just staring at monitor 5 s'more, like watching a TV show.
* JPSylvr is now known as Nightwolf
* Nightwolf pads down the hallway in relative silence, gently petting the small Dynean cross 'round his neck on the leather band.
* Christina is now known as OracleKnight
* OracleKnight patrols the proving grounds being all... knight-y/
* Nightwolf takes a turn and heads for the control room, frowning as he pets the cross, a very stern look along his muzzle.
* Bowtie hits the comm buttons, "Ch .. Oracle..."
* Nightwolf enters the control booth with the silence of the wind in summer.
<OracleKnight> "Yes, Mr. Bowtie? What can I do for you?"
<Bowtie> I'm back from the Temple. We're getting a plan ready to go. And I've also talked to Mr. Hyper .. just got done with him, actually. Endeavor's dragging SkyKnight back into orbit.
<Bowtie> Buuuuuut .. he's being a bit stubborn.
<OracleKnight> "Oh? How so?"
<Bowtie> He wants to throw all of SkyKnight's power at the alien ship.
<Bowtie> ... Despite the fact that it didn't work so well last time. He says he didn' try to take a full power shot. Well...
<Bowtie> Considerin' his own low-power shot nearly destroyed him...
<OracleKnight> "Did you convince him to do otherwise?"
* Nightwolf remains silent, an otherwise not so evil clone of Bow's shadow.
Session Time: Sat Feb 24 00:00:00 2007
<Bowtie> No. He hung up on me.
* OracleKnight growls, "Ass... I'll have to talk to him if I can..." she mutters.
<Bowtie> I think he's a lil .. I dunno, maybe vengeful?
<Bowtie> ... What's that, Oracle? It didn' come through too good.
<OracleKnight> ... Nothing. And I can imagine him being vengeful. But you would think he would take, um, I don't know, his life into account??
* OracleKnight sighs, "I'm out. I'll be over there in 10."
<Nightwolf> She is a bit of a spitfire, isn't she?
<Bowtie> ... Alright, I'll be standin' by. I was hopin' to coordinate attacks. Proving grounds out.
* Bowtie 's mun figures Night waited until after the transmission was over until he spoke. He doesn't turn back to look at the guy, "Shoulda been in here when I was speaking to Mr. Hyper."
<Nightwolf> Perhaps there could have been some sense I might have talked into him, however I do not believe him the man to repeat mistakes.
<Bowtie> Well I dunno if this is history repeating or not.
<Bowtie> To him it's not, I'm sure, cuz he didn' give it all he's got the first time around. But what if it's not enough this time either?
<Bowtie> I can't imagine he's gathered nearly as much information as we have on those aliens, considering SkyKnight doesn't have a proverbial pot to shit in right now.
<Nightwolf> Power does not always mean electricity or energy based weapons, especially when it comes to Mr. Hyper.
<Nightwolf> Something tells me that he will take an unforseen pathway to demonstrate 'power'.
<Bowtie> Power is a measurement of voltage multiplied by amperage. Same thing I said to him. That's what I'm making my judgement on.
* OracleKnight would wander into the room, silent... deadly... and shiny silver!
<Bowtie> Yeah, well, fine. In the meantime, what the fuck do we do down here? Sit here with our claws up our asses?
<Bowtie> Go ahead and fight?
<Bowtie> I mean, don't you think it'd be a good idea to launch a coordinated attack on both fronts?
* Nightwolf looks over at Oracle. "We do as you implied earlier with your attack, Bowtie. And good evening, Ma'am."
* OracleKnight nods politely, "Nightwolf."
* Bowtie looks up at Oracle's rather obvious reflection in the control room windows, "Quick ten minutes."
<OracleKnight> I run on New York time, you know.
* OracleKnight smirks.
<Nightwolf> I have already heard the SUR broadcast, so I presume you've a plan...
<Bowtie> I've yet to make contact with my sources over there again, nor with those at the temple.
<Bowtie> I'm waiting for a signal from somebody at the SUR.
<Nightwolf> Hmmm...that does present a problem...
<Bowtie> ... Why?
<Nightwolf> They are not exactly connected to anyone, are they?
* Nightwolf is cut off by a series of beeps coming from the small radio in the corner. Morse code perhaps?
* OracleKnight listens, letting her armor do the hard work and translate for her.
<Bowtie> ... Morse? Can anybody get that? DINEX...
<OracleKnight> I have it.
* OracleKnight listens!
* Bowtie waits.
-> -#SIlverKnightsRPG- Oracle gets "SUR Ready. Direct Connect. A I M. Dial Up."
-> -#SilverKnightsRPG- _message repeats_
* OracleKnight blinks, "SUR Ready. Direct Connect. A I M. Dial UP."
<OracleKnight> Ummm... okay?
* Nightwolf blinks a few times, the odd lavender eyes glowing dimly. "That makes no sense..."
<Bowtie> AIM?
<Bowtie> AOL Instant Messenger?
<OracleKnight> ... No. A I M. Whatever the hell that is...
<Bowtie> Well, where I'm from, AOL Instant Messenger is what it stands for...
<Nightwolf> And where do we find one?
<Bowtie> Is there some type of direct-connect IM program you people have?
<Nightwolf> Dire...hmm...
<Bowtie> Text based communication?
* Nightwolf looks over his shoulder. "There's a whole mess of datacomm stuff in this room, perhaps one of these old machines?"
* Bowtie frowns and looks around, "I guess. But dialup .. that's the old modem days."
* Nightwolf looks a bit lost on that one.
<Bowtie> You know, touch tone via phone line.
<Nightwolf> Mercy, did they ever do such a thing?
<Bowtie> ... Well yeah.
<Bowtie> ... All the same, I dunno if that's what he's talking about.
* Nightwolf leads him back to a room that looks much like the old master router rooms...complete with standalone workstation connected to an outlet and...Land Line.
<OracleKnight> Well, it's worth a try. At least it's something.
* OracleKnight follows.
* Nightwolf gestures to the one computer. "Terminal."
<Bowtie> ... Wow.
* Bowtie turns it on .. if it's not on.
* Nightwolf gets the ancient ass WindowsXP logo and everything.
<Nightwolf> Wow...look at that.
<Bowtie> Woo. XP.
* Nightwolf shrugs and waits for Bow to 'dial up'.
<Bowtie> Let's hope there's a dialup link setup already.
* Bowtie goes into the connections folder, and...
-> -#SIlverKnightsRPG- -Bow finds "A O helL"-
<Bowtie> ... This is a joke.
* Bowtie dials in.
* Bowtie then looks for the IM program .. and yeah, we'll just say that's what that is, too, so once dialed in .. assuming Night and Oracle can get past modem squelch .. he launches it.
-> -#SilverKnightsRPG- Bowtie gets modem noise! Then...static...then the welcome screen. Almost instantly, an IM pops up after launching the AIM program. "SUR-Johnny wants to direct connect. Y/N?"
* Bowtie clicks "Yes," of course.
* Nightwolf is now known as Johnny_on_Screen
* Johnny_on_Screen blings "Figures you'd take all day, been sending that message since a few hours ago."
* Bowtie looks at the keyboard .. and looks at his fingers. Then starts up, "Been forever since I tried to type with claws. Not my fault, you never specified how to contact you."
* Johnny_on_Screen blings again. "It's on the website. So which idiot am I talking to?"
* Bowtie replies, "Why the fuck would I look at your website at a time like this? And who do you think, Ass?"
* Johnny_on_Screen blings yet again. "...this has gotta be the windbag who blasted the show on an emergency broadcast. Nice to meet you, your radio voice sucks. So when do you want me to start this party, Necktie?"
* Bowtie replies, "Y'know I know who you are. So watch the act."
* Bowtie adds, "It's not like the place doesn't smell like you."
* Johnny_on_Screen blings once more. "If you figure you're talking to the walking trainwreck that is supposed to be a jackal, you're in left feild. He's a good kid, kinda stupid, and smells like a dumptruck...makes for a nice red herring, doncha think?"
* OracleKnight mutters, "Yellow trout..."
* Bowtie replies, "Whatever, dude. And no, I'm not. Personally, I think it'd be a good idea to try to sync an attack with what we got in orbit, don'tcha think?"
* Johnny_on_Screen blings still. "Yeah, I saw the last broadcast like everyone else. Crippled spaceship, spazwolf gets blown up...whatever. If there's something up there, then sure, let's sync the mess up. Got a clue how to do that?"
* Bowtie replies, "Stand by."
<Bowtie> Oracle .. now'd probably be a good time to contact Mr. Hyper.
* Johnny_on_Screen is now known as TJHyperIII
* OracleKnight nods and radios up to Skyknight.
<TJHyperIII> ~~Go ahead.~~
* OracleKnight grins, ~~Hey, stranger. How's it going up there in the cold?~~
<TJHyperIII> ~~My God, it's good to hear your voice again. We're alright, and the special surprise is just about ready. What's going on down there?"
* Bowtie glances at Oracle .. and figures given her lack of response .. that she's busy.
<OracleKnight> ~~We're getting ready to launch an attack. I think Mr. Bowtie wants to speak with you.~~ she says, turning on her outer speakers.
<TJHyperIII> ~~Fine...go ahead.~~
* OracleKnight nods to Bow, "You can talk now. He's connected.
<Bowtie> Before I was able to contact you, we began staging an attack which will .. hopefully .. magically drench the city in water.
<TJHyperIII> Mystic water showers...that's going to be kinda interesting. If you think it'll work, that's fine.
<Bowtie> Warnings have already been broadcasted via the SUR .. god help us if the aliens listened in, I guess. We haven't had time to prepare any other possibilities .. to my knowledge. Unless Oracle figured out carbon bombs or something.
<Bowtie> I don't know if it'll work. But then again, you don't know for sure if your plan's gonna work, either. So I digress.
<TJHyperIII> That's fine, just fine.
<Bowtie> We're ready to .. launch.
* Bowtie starts typing again, "In contact. Stand by to go."
<TJHyperIII> Good, I believe we're good to go up here as well.
* TJHyperIII is now known as Johnny
* Johnny blings "Great. Just say when, an' well get this party started the right way. Even got music picked out for the occasion."
<OracleKnight> 1812 Overture?
<Bowtie> Probly. Stay tuned to the radio, I guess.
<Bowtie> Alright then, I'm giving the command to go, Mr. Hyper.
<Bowtie> ... If you're ready.
* Johnny is now known as TJHyperIII
<TJHyperIII> Ready.
* Bowtie types out, simply, "Go."
* TJHyperIII is now known as Johnny
* Johnny grins and spins up the disk, ready to play. "Alllllright boys n' girls, males n' bitches, hardcore magic users and psychos with squirt guns...it's time to OPEN FIRE! Let's go go go go gOOOO!" He hits play, and 1812 oveture does infact start to play. All over the city, anyone who's been listening to the radio whips out their squirtguns, magical thingies, or buckets of water, and starts hosin' the city down.
<Bowtie> ... By the sounds of things over at the control panel, Mr. Hyper, they're launching.
* Johnny is now known as TJHyperIII
* TJHyperIII turns and just hits a small red button on the console...SkyKnight shudders and creaks as engineers all over cross their fingers/claws/whatever.
<Bowtie> Good luck.
<TJHyperIII> Don't need it!
* Bowtie types the same response into the AIM window, in addition to "Logging off."
<Bowtie> By the way .. why do you have an ancient PC running Windows XP in here?
* TJHyperIII shouts over the comm link as the huge ship lurches into motion, but not forward motion...it's onboard motion, as everything changes position. "...just incase I ever need to IM the Shifter Underground Radio with a music request, duh."
<Bowtie> ... Duh.
<Bowtie> ... Well I'm goin' outside.
* OracleKnight listens intently to what's going on with Thomas, her fingers crossed.
<Bowtie> Y'all care to join me?
* OracleKnight just nods and will follow Bow.
-> -#SilverKnightsRPG- On monitor 5, SkyKnight slowly is transforming itself into...something.
* TJHyperIII is now known as Nightwolf
<Nightwolf> We should lend our aid to the others in the city...let's get going.
<Bowtie> Yeah, well, at the same time, I don' want the army taking shifters.
* Bowtie walks back into the control room, and stops, staring at the monitor.
* OracleKnight watches inside her head... creepy, no?
<Bowtie> ... On second thought...
* Bowtie just watches.
-> -#SilverKnightsRPG- While the 1812 oveture plays, SkyKnight transforms into a massive Robotic Knight...which looks much less ruined and vulnerable than the previous ship configuration. She starts towards the metalic glop with bootjets and backthrusters blazing. Endeavour lines up beside her and launches fighters as well...an honest to god battlefleet in the making.
<Bowtie> Oh my god. I'm watching Spaceballs.
<OracleKnight> ... Watching what?
<Nightwolf> This is far from 'power' in the traditional sense...
<Bowtie> Oh, I'm sure there are terrawatts flowing through that.
-> -#SilverKnightsRPG- all over the city, the rain of water begins to eat away at the alien menace, although many will try to escape back into the skies...or do what the child-alien has done and bond with a new host. In the skies above, the massive mecha moves to grapple with the massive nannite colony, which appears to be trying to merge with the robotic champion.
<Bowtie> ... Yeah, see, something like this is what I was worried about.
<Nightwolf> It is devouring the ship.
* OracleKnight whimpers and watches, sending up a silent prayer to send Thomas back alive and in one piece.
-> -#SilverKnightsRPG- This is where SkyKnight pulls out one of the 'hands' of the ship, reaches back, and grabs Endeavour...then swings her down into the mass that is the goo, which wriggles and writhes in agony. The carbonite outer hull of the Endeavour cuts through the mass of goo like a hot knife through butter.
* OracleKnight ... blinks?
<Bowtie> ... Okay, I hope the crew of Endeavor is okay. Got inertial dampeners?
<Nightwolf> I have no idea...
<OracleKnight> If Thomas made it, I'm sure it does.
* Bowtie just watches.
<Bowtie> I definitely need to get you people to watch Spaceballs.
<OracleKnight> What is it?
<Bowtie> The similarities are kinda appalling...
<Bowtie> It's a movie. Comedy spoof of Star Wars.
-> -#SilverKnightsRPG- Several of the aliens do manage to merge with bystanders on the street...some aliens inherently good, others neutral, and still others as violent as they can be. The SkyKnight saga plays out like something out of Voltron or Spaceballs...even as a pair of large hoses extend from the 'wrist' areas of the mecha, and spray the watersupply of SkyKnight onto the rapidly malfunctioning and dying mass of technorefuse.
* Bowtie shakes his head, "I can't believe I'm watching this."
* OracleKnight pets the "child" on her arm.
<Nightwolf> Yes. Perhaps we should be tending to the battle on our own front?
<Bowtie> Maybe.
* Bowtie stands straight, grabs his jacket, and pauses, "... What about all of them?" He gestures to the building full of shifters.
-> -#SilverKnightsRPG- Out in the city, as the aliens die off slow and painful, the citizens turn their hoses and water summons on the army/nationalguard/marines. They attempt to chase them out of /their/ city even as radio systems and cellular telephony comes back online slowly. Monitors hum to life on the main bank, showing dozens of wireless security cams all throughout the city...the same scene playing over and over. The meta humans chasing out the military from New York.
<Nightwolf> <Sniip the military from New York.>
<Nightwolf> That...is most encouraging.
<Bowtie> DINEX, throw all this up on any monitor we've got in the building.
* Nightwolf is now known as DINEX
<DINEX> Acknowledged...standby.
* DINEX throws the feed on every screen in the building, in every building TVC owns. Monitors flicker to life rapidly as the scenes replay in vivid detail.
* Bowtie hits the PA, "I've got good news for you guys. We've started battling the aliens .. AND the military. Quite simply, with water. And we're winning. I assume you people want to join the fight..."
-> -#SilverKnightsRPG- Bow appears to be starting a riot.
<Bowtie> I CAN'T HEAR YOU.
<Bowtie> DINEX, open everything.
<DINEX> Confirmed.
* DINEX drops the shields and opens the whole of the building. A flood of were-creatures spills out to defend their private 'territories'.
<Bowtie> GO. KICK SOME ASS. TAKE BACK WHAT'S YOURS!
<DINEX> I believe you've let loose the dogs of war, Bowtie...no pun intended.
* Bowtie shuts off the PA as the place quickly vacates, "Well, that's that. And .. good."
* OracleKnight facepalms.
<DINEX> I'm trusting you and the other knights can clean this mess up, Oracle? I mean, I'd hate to have to interrupt Luke and the other S.C.D. agents while they were enjoying the riot...
* OracleKnight mutters something about not being a janitor and just kinda nods.
<Bowtie> ... Don' try to make me feel bad. They've been itchin' to get out for days.
<DINEX> You should only feel bad that when this is over, the government is going to want retribution. My models predict that this will cause New York City, if not the whole state, to cede from the Union. I believe you've started a second Civil War, Bowtie...congratulations.
<Bowtie> Yeah. Cuz I told the government to attack the city.
<DINEX> I'm just giving you the models, people. I don't pretend to understand the human condition.
* Bowtie seems completely unconcerned.
<DINEX> I'd suggest getting some sleep, all three of you. Let the teeming masses handle the dirty work until TJ and the SkyKnight crew get home.
<Bowtie> Shit'll work out. If anything, maybe the whole of the shifters out there'll move up to Canada.
* Bowtie glances at Oracle, "Much more progressive up there."
<DINEX> I'll try to keep peace in the city with the riot supression network...Since TJ did expect this to happen sooner or later.
* OracleKnight shrugs and begins heading for the door.
<Bowtie> ... Course he did. I think Oracle and Night are as anxious to join the fray as everybody else.
<Bowtie> I'll stay here 'n' watch the joint.
<DINEX> Do as you like guys...I'm going to look into keeping the city in one piece.
* DINEX shimmers out of existence and does her thing.
<Bowtie> Have fun.
<OracleKnight> I'm helping, DINEX.
<Bowtie> Thanks, Oracle. Catch ya later, mm?
* OracleKnight nods and continues on her way before she says something rude.
* Bowtie glances at Night, after Oracle leaves, "... Is she pissed...?"
* DINEX is now known as Nightwolf
* OracleKnight falls OOP due to sleepy kitsu.
* OracleKnight is now known as Christina
<Nightwolf> Probably. You have just made yourself the Jefferson Davis of the Therianthropes...and she is left to pick up the pieces.
<Bowtie> ... Jefferson Davis?
<Nightwolf> Actually...more like Lee. Thomas is the Jefferson Davis.
<Bowtie> I said ten words.
<Nightwolf> It took Davis only 5.
<Bowtie> Like they weren't ready ta flip out before.
<Bowtie> Oh Jesus Christ .. whatever.
<Bowtie> Go .. have fun. Whatever. I'm gonna go watch yer patients and anybody else left in here.
* Nightwolf pats his shoulder gently. "I know. It doesn't take much, get some rest and she will calm down soon enough. This was inevitable, Bowtie. AS inevitable as my death, your returning home, and the ressurection of the Phoenix."
<Bowtie> Don' touch me.
* Nightwolf turns and wanders off to do his thing, leaving Bow to consider the touching thing.
* Bowtie actually shrugs away after the first pat, and gives Night a subconscious glare.
* Nightwolf falls NPC somewhere in the hallway, whistling a familiar tune.
* Nightwolf is now known as JPSylvr
* Bowtie heads on down to the sickbay, and elsewhere. He even starts cleaning up the building.
* Bowtie OOP's while he's at it.
* ChanServ sets mode: +o JPSylvr
* Bowtie sighs .. growls .. and slams a fist into a countertop .. careful to avoid the panels.
* Christina has joined #SilverKnightsRPG
* ChanServ sets mode: +o Christina
* Bowtie grumblegrowls to himself a bit, then submits to just staring at monitor 5 s'more, like watching a TV show.
* JPSylvr is now known as Nightwolf
* Nightwolf pads down the hallway in relative silence, gently petting the small Dynean cross 'round his neck on the leather band.
* Christina is now known as OracleKnight
* OracleKnight patrols the proving grounds being all... knight-y/
* Nightwolf takes a turn and heads for the control room, frowning as he pets the cross, a very stern look along his muzzle.
* Bowtie hits the comm buttons, "Ch .. Oracle..."
* Nightwolf enters the control booth with the silence of the wind in summer.
<OracleKnight> "Yes, Mr. Bowtie? What can I do for you?"
<Bowtie> I'm back from the Temple. We're getting a plan ready to go. And I've also talked to Mr. Hyper .. just got done with him, actually. Endeavor's dragging SkyKnight back into orbit.
<Bowtie> Buuuuuut .. he's being a bit stubborn.
<OracleKnight> "Oh? How so?"
<Bowtie> He wants to throw all of SkyKnight's power at the alien ship.
<Bowtie> ... Despite the fact that it didn't work so well last time. He says he didn' try to take a full power shot. Well...
<Bowtie> Considerin' his own low-power shot nearly destroyed him...
<OracleKnight> "Did you convince him to do otherwise?"
* Nightwolf remains silent, an otherwise not so evil clone of Bow's shadow.
Session Time: Sat Feb 24 00:00:00 2007
<Bowtie> No. He hung up on me.
* OracleKnight growls, "Ass... I'll have to talk to him if I can..." she mutters.
<Bowtie> I think he's a lil .. I dunno, maybe vengeful?
<Bowtie> ... What's that, Oracle? It didn' come through too good.
<OracleKnight> ... Nothing. And I can imagine him being vengeful. But you would think he would take, um, I don't know, his life into account??
* OracleKnight sighs, "I'm out. I'll be over there in 10."
<Nightwolf> She is a bit of a spitfire, isn't she?
<Bowtie> ... Alright, I'll be standin' by. I was hopin' to coordinate attacks. Proving grounds out.
* Bowtie 's mun figures Night waited until after the transmission was over until he spoke. He doesn't turn back to look at the guy, "Shoulda been in here when I was speaking to Mr. Hyper."
<Nightwolf> Perhaps there could have been some sense I might have talked into him, however I do not believe him the man to repeat mistakes.
<Bowtie> Well I dunno if this is history repeating or not.
<Bowtie> To him it's not, I'm sure, cuz he didn' give it all he's got the first time around. But what if it's not enough this time either?
<Bowtie> I can't imagine he's gathered nearly as much information as we have on those aliens, considering SkyKnight doesn't have a proverbial pot to shit in right now.
<Nightwolf> Power does not always mean electricity or energy based weapons, especially when it comes to Mr. Hyper.
<Nightwolf> Something tells me that he will take an unforseen pathway to demonstrate 'power'.
<Bowtie> Power is a measurement of voltage multiplied by amperage. Same thing I said to him. That's what I'm making my judgement on.
* OracleKnight would wander into the room, silent... deadly... and shiny silver!
<Bowtie> Yeah, well, fine. In the meantime, what the fuck do we do down here? Sit here with our claws up our asses?
<Bowtie> Go ahead and fight?
<Bowtie> I mean, don't you think it'd be a good idea to launch a coordinated attack on both fronts?
* Nightwolf looks over at Oracle. "We do as you implied earlier with your attack, Bowtie. And good evening, Ma'am."
* OracleKnight nods politely, "Nightwolf."
* Bowtie looks up at Oracle's rather obvious reflection in the control room windows, "Quick ten minutes."
<OracleKnight> I run on New York time, you know.
* OracleKnight smirks.
<Nightwolf> I have already heard the SUR broadcast, so I presume you've a plan...
<Bowtie> I've yet to make contact with my sources over there again, nor with those at the temple.
<Bowtie> I'm waiting for a signal from somebody at the SUR.
<Nightwolf> Hmmm...that does present a problem...
<Bowtie> ... Why?
<Nightwolf> They are not exactly connected to anyone, are they?
* Nightwolf is cut off by a series of beeps coming from the small radio in the corner. Morse code perhaps?
* OracleKnight listens, letting her armor do the hard work and translate for her.
<Bowtie> ... Morse? Can anybody get that? DINEX...
<OracleKnight> I have it.
* OracleKnight listens!
* Bowtie waits.
-> -#SIlverKnightsRPG- Oracle gets "SUR Ready. Direct Connect. A I M. Dial Up."
-> -#SilverKnightsRPG- _message repeats_
* OracleKnight blinks, "SUR Ready. Direct Connect. A I M. Dial UP."
<OracleKnight> Ummm... okay?
* Nightwolf blinks a few times, the odd lavender eyes glowing dimly. "That makes no sense..."
<Bowtie> AIM?
<Bowtie> AOL Instant Messenger?
<OracleKnight> ... No. A I M. Whatever the hell that is...
<Bowtie> Well, where I'm from, AOL Instant Messenger is what it stands for...
<Nightwolf> And where do we find one?
<Bowtie> Is there some type of direct-connect IM program you people have?
<Nightwolf> Dire...hmm...
<Bowtie> Text based communication?
* Nightwolf looks over his shoulder. "There's a whole mess of datacomm stuff in this room, perhaps one of these old machines?"
* Bowtie frowns and looks around, "I guess. But dialup .. that's the old modem days."
* Nightwolf looks a bit lost on that one.
<Bowtie> You know, touch tone via phone line.
<Nightwolf> Mercy, did they ever do such a thing?
<Bowtie> ... Well yeah.
<Bowtie> ... All the same, I dunno if that's what he's talking about.
* Nightwolf leads him back to a room that looks much like the old master router rooms...complete with standalone workstation connected to an outlet and...Land Line.
<OracleKnight> Well, it's worth a try. At least it's something.
* OracleKnight follows.
* Nightwolf gestures to the one computer. "Terminal."
<Bowtie> ... Wow.
* Bowtie turns it on .. if it's not on.
* Nightwolf gets the ancient ass WindowsXP logo and everything.
<Nightwolf> Wow...look at that.
<Bowtie> Woo. XP.
* Nightwolf shrugs and waits for Bow to 'dial up'.
<Bowtie> Let's hope there's a dialup link setup already.
* Bowtie goes into the connections folder, and...
-> -#SIlverKnightsRPG- -Bow finds "A O helL"-
<Bowtie> ... This is a joke.
* Bowtie dials in.
* Bowtie then looks for the IM program .. and yeah, we'll just say that's what that is, too, so once dialed in .. assuming Night and Oracle can get past modem squelch .. he launches it.
-> -#SilverKnightsRPG- Bowtie gets modem noise! Then...static...then the welcome screen. Almost instantly, an IM pops up after launching the AIM program. "SUR-Johnny wants to direct connect. Y/N?"
* Bowtie clicks "Yes," of course.
* Nightwolf is now known as Johnny_on_Screen
* Johnny_on_Screen blings "Figures you'd take all day, been sending that message since a few hours ago."
* Bowtie looks at the keyboard .. and looks at his fingers. Then starts up, "Been forever since I tried to type with claws. Not my fault, you never specified how to contact you."
* Johnny_on_Screen blings again. "It's on the website. So which idiot am I talking to?"
* Bowtie replies, "Why the fuck would I look at your website at a time like this? And who do you think, Ass?"
* Johnny_on_Screen blings yet again. "...this has gotta be the windbag who blasted the show on an emergency broadcast. Nice to meet you, your radio voice sucks. So when do you want me to start this party, Necktie?"
* Bowtie replies, "Y'know I know who you are. So watch the act."
* Bowtie adds, "It's not like the place doesn't smell like you."
* Johnny_on_Screen blings once more. "If you figure you're talking to the walking trainwreck that is supposed to be a jackal, you're in left feild. He's a good kid, kinda stupid, and smells like a dumptruck...makes for a nice red herring, doncha think?"
* OracleKnight mutters, "Yellow trout..."
* Bowtie replies, "Whatever, dude. And no, I'm not. Personally, I think it'd be a good idea to try to sync an attack with what we got in orbit, don'tcha think?"
* Johnny_on_Screen blings still. "Yeah, I saw the last broadcast like everyone else. Crippled spaceship, spazwolf gets blown up...whatever. If there's something up there, then sure, let's sync the mess up. Got a clue how to do that?"
* Bowtie replies, "Stand by."
<Bowtie> Oracle .. now'd probably be a good time to contact Mr. Hyper.
* Johnny_on_Screen is now known as TJHyperIII
* OracleKnight nods and radios up to Skyknight.
<TJHyperIII> ~~Go ahead.~~
* OracleKnight grins, ~~Hey, stranger. How's it going up there in the cold?~~
<TJHyperIII> ~~My God, it's good to hear your voice again. We're alright, and the special surprise is just about ready. What's going on down there?"
* Bowtie glances at Oracle .. and figures given her lack of response .. that she's busy.
<OracleKnight> ~~We're getting ready to launch an attack. I think Mr. Bowtie wants to speak with you.~~ she says, turning on her outer speakers.
<TJHyperIII> ~~Fine...go ahead.~~
* OracleKnight nods to Bow, "You can talk now. He's connected.
<Bowtie> Before I was able to contact you, we began staging an attack which will .. hopefully .. magically drench the city in water.
<TJHyperIII> Mystic water showers...that's going to be kinda interesting. If you think it'll work, that's fine.
<Bowtie> Warnings have already been broadcasted via the SUR .. god help us if the aliens listened in, I guess. We haven't had time to prepare any other possibilities .. to my knowledge. Unless Oracle figured out carbon bombs or something.
<Bowtie> I don't know if it'll work. But then again, you don't know for sure if your plan's gonna work, either. So I digress.
<TJHyperIII> That's fine, just fine.
<Bowtie> We're ready to .. launch.
* Bowtie starts typing again, "In contact. Stand by to go."
<TJHyperIII> Good, I believe we're good to go up here as well.
* TJHyperIII is now known as Johnny
* Johnny blings "Great. Just say when, an' well get this party started the right way. Even got music picked out for the occasion."
<OracleKnight> 1812 Overture?
<Bowtie> Probly. Stay tuned to the radio, I guess.
<Bowtie> Alright then, I'm giving the command to go, Mr. Hyper.
<Bowtie> ... If you're ready.
* Johnny is now known as TJHyperIII
<TJHyperIII> Ready.
* Bowtie types out, simply, "Go."
* TJHyperIII is now known as Johnny
* Johnny grins and spins up the disk, ready to play. "Alllllright boys n' girls, males n' bitches, hardcore magic users and psychos with squirt guns...it's time to OPEN FIRE! Let's go go go go gOOOO!" He hits play, and 1812 oveture does infact start to play. All over the city, anyone who's been listening to the radio whips out their squirtguns, magical thingies, or buckets of water, and starts hosin' the city down.
<Bowtie> ... By the sounds of things over at the control panel, Mr. Hyper, they're launching.
* Johnny is now known as TJHyperIII
* TJHyperIII turns and just hits a small red button on the console...SkyKnight shudders and creaks as engineers all over cross their fingers/claws/whatever.
<Bowtie> Good luck.
<TJHyperIII> Don't need it!
* Bowtie types the same response into the AIM window, in addition to "Logging off."
<Bowtie> By the way .. why do you have an ancient PC running Windows XP in here?
* TJHyperIII shouts over the comm link as the huge ship lurches into motion, but not forward motion...it's onboard motion, as everything changes position. "...just incase I ever need to IM the Shifter Underground Radio with a music request, duh."
<Bowtie> ... Duh.
<Bowtie> ... Well I'm goin' outside.
* OracleKnight listens intently to what's going on with Thomas, her fingers crossed.
<Bowtie> Y'all care to join me?
* OracleKnight just nods and will follow Bow.
-> -#SilverKnightsRPG- On monitor 5, SkyKnight slowly is transforming itself into...something.
* TJHyperIII is now known as Nightwolf
<Nightwolf> We should lend our aid to the others in the city...let's get going.
<Bowtie> Yeah, well, at the same time, I don' want the army taking shifters.
* Bowtie walks back into the control room, and stops, staring at the monitor.
* OracleKnight watches inside her head... creepy, no?
<Bowtie> ... On second thought...
* Bowtie just watches.
-> -#SilverKnightsRPG- While the 1812 oveture plays, SkyKnight transforms into a massive Robotic Knight...which looks much less ruined and vulnerable than the previous ship configuration. She starts towards the metalic glop with bootjets and backthrusters blazing. Endeavour lines up beside her and launches fighters as well...an honest to god battlefleet in the making.
<Bowtie> Oh my god. I'm watching Spaceballs.
<OracleKnight> ... Watching what?
<Nightwolf> This is far from 'power' in the traditional sense...
<Bowtie> Oh, I'm sure there are terrawatts flowing through that.
-> -#SilverKnightsRPG- all over the city, the rain of water begins to eat away at the alien menace, although many will try to escape back into the skies...or do what the child-alien has done and bond with a new host. In the skies above, the massive mecha moves to grapple with the massive nannite colony, which appears to be trying to merge with the robotic champion.
<Bowtie> ... Yeah, see, something like this is what I was worried about.
<Nightwolf> It is devouring the ship.
* OracleKnight whimpers and watches, sending up a silent prayer to send Thomas back alive and in one piece.
-> -#SilverKnightsRPG- This is where SkyKnight pulls out one of the 'hands' of the ship, reaches back, and grabs Endeavour...then swings her down into the mass that is the goo, which wriggles and writhes in agony. The carbonite outer hull of the Endeavour cuts through the mass of goo like a hot knife through butter.
* OracleKnight ... blinks?
<Bowtie> ... Okay, I hope the crew of Endeavor is okay. Got inertial dampeners?
<Nightwolf> I have no idea...
<OracleKnight> If Thomas made it, I'm sure it does.
* Bowtie just watches.
<Bowtie> I definitely need to get you people to watch Spaceballs.
<OracleKnight> What is it?
<Bowtie> The similarities are kinda appalling...
<Bowtie> It's a movie. Comedy spoof of Star Wars.
-> -#SilverKnightsRPG- Several of the aliens do manage to merge with bystanders on the street...some aliens inherently good, others neutral, and still others as violent as they can be. The SkyKnight saga plays out like something out of Voltron or Spaceballs...even as a pair of large hoses extend from the 'wrist' areas of the mecha, and spray the watersupply of SkyKnight onto the rapidly malfunctioning and dying mass of technorefuse.
* Bowtie shakes his head, "I can't believe I'm watching this."
* OracleKnight pets the "child" on her arm.
<Nightwolf> Yes. Perhaps we should be tending to the battle on our own front?
<Bowtie> Maybe.
* Bowtie stands straight, grabs his jacket, and pauses, "... What about all of them?" He gestures to the building full of shifters.
-> -#SilverKnightsRPG- Out in the city, as the aliens die off slow and painful, the citizens turn their hoses and water summons on the army/nationalguard/marines. They attempt to chase them out of /their/ city even as radio systems and cellular telephony comes back online slowly. Monitors hum to life on the main bank, showing dozens of wireless security cams all throughout the city...the same scene playing over and over. The meta humans chasing out the military from New York.
<Nightwolf> <Sniip the military from New York.>
<Nightwolf> That...is most encouraging.
<Bowtie> DINEX, throw all this up on any monitor we've got in the building.
* Nightwolf is now known as DINEX
<DINEX> Acknowledged...standby.
* DINEX throws the feed on every screen in the building, in every building TVC owns. Monitors flicker to life rapidly as the scenes replay in vivid detail.
* Bowtie hits the PA, "I've got good news for you guys. We've started battling the aliens .. AND the military. Quite simply, with water. And we're winning. I assume you people want to join the fight..."
-> -#SilverKnightsRPG- Bow appears to be starting a riot.
<Bowtie> I CAN'T HEAR YOU.
<Bowtie> DINEX, open everything.
<DINEX> Confirmed.
* DINEX drops the shields and opens the whole of the building. A flood of were-creatures spills out to defend their private 'territories'.
<Bowtie> GO. KICK SOME ASS. TAKE BACK WHAT'S YOURS!
<DINEX> I believe you've let loose the dogs of war, Bowtie...no pun intended.
* Bowtie shuts off the PA as the place quickly vacates, "Well, that's that. And .. good."
* OracleKnight facepalms.
<DINEX> I'm trusting you and the other knights can clean this mess up, Oracle? I mean, I'd hate to have to interrupt Luke and the other S.C.D. agents while they were enjoying the riot...
* OracleKnight mutters something about not being a janitor and just kinda nods.
<Bowtie> ... Don' try to make me feel bad. They've been itchin' to get out for days.
<DINEX> You should only feel bad that when this is over, the government is going to want retribution. My models predict that this will cause New York City, if not the whole state, to cede from the Union. I believe you've started a second Civil War, Bowtie...congratulations.
<Bowtie> Yeah. Cuz I told the government to attack the city.
<DINEX> I'm just giving you the models, people. I don't pretend to understand the human condition.
* Bowtie seems completely unconcerned.
<DINEX> I'd suggest getting some sleep, all three of you. Let the teeming masses handle the dirty work until TJ and the SkyKnight crew get home.
<Bowtie> Shit'll work out. If anything, maybe the whole of the shifters out there'll move up to Canada.
* Bowtie glances at Oracle, "Much more progressive up there."
<DINEX> I'll try to keep peace in the city with the riot supression network...Since TJ did expect this to happen sooner or later.
* OracleKnight shrugs and begins heading for the door.
<Bowtie> ... Course he did. I think Oracle and Night are as anxious to join the fray as everybody else.
<Bowtie> I'll stay here 'n' watch the joint.
<DINEX> Do as you like guys...I'm going to look into keeping the city in one piece.
* DINEX shimmers out of existence and does her thing.
<Bowtie> Have fun.
<OracleKnight> I'm helping, DINEX.
<Bowtie> Thanks, Oracle. Catch ya later, mm?
* OracleKnight nods and continues on her way before she says something rude.
* Bowtie glances at Night, after Oracle leaves, "... Is she pissed...?"
* DINEX is now known as Nightwolf
* OracleKnight falls OOP due to sleepy kitsu.
* OracleKnight is now known as Christina
<Nightwolf> Probably. You have just made yourself the Jefferson Davis of the Therianthropes...and she is left to pick up the pieces.
<Bowtie> ... Jefferson Davis?
<Nightwolf> Actually...more like Lee. Thomas is the Jefferson Davis.
<Bowtie> I said ten words.
<Nightwolf> It took Davis only 5.
<Bowtie> Like they weren't ready ta flip out before.
<Bowtie> Oh Jesus Christ .. whatever.
<Bowtie> Go .. have fun. Whatever. I'm gonna go watch yer patients and anybody else left in here.
* Nightwolf pats his shoulder gently. "I know. It doesn't take much, get some rest and she will calm down soon enough. This was inevitable, Bowtie. AS inevitable as my death, your returning home, and the ressurection of the Phoenix."
<Bowtie> Don' touch me.
* Nightwolf turns and wanders off to do his thing, leaving Bow to consider the touching thing.
* Bowtie actually shrugs away after the first pat, and gives Night a subconscious glare.
* Nightwolf falls NPC somewhere in the hallway, whistling a familiar tune.
* Nightwolf is now known as JPSylvr
* Bowtie heads on down to the sickbay, and elsewhere. He even starts cleaning up the building.
* Bowtie OOP's while he's at it.