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Title by Catseye2121, who won the die toss.

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1. What's the point? Isn't there already a good aligned organization? Why didn't you just join HALO?
   
   OOC, we have nothing against HALO. (IC may be a different story.) However, we wanted an organization that only allows good-aligned members and focuses on the redemption of evildoers. If the real world can have multiple organizations for the purpose of doing good, we don't see why the forum can't hold more than one as well.
   
   
2. No seriously. Aren't you just a HALO clone?
   
   Not intentionally. We have our own purpose and our own mission, which overlaps somewhat with HALO's, but is not identical.
   
   
3. Why don't you let anyone post in the main thread without PMing first?
   
   OOC answer: Honestly, we tried it, and it was too chaotic to read.
   IC answer: You don't let strangers wander into your house at all hours, do you? We just want to know who is in our house.
   
   
4. Still, it seems awfully rude. You've offended a lot of people.
   
   We're sorry. We didn't mean to. :smallfrown:
   
   
5. What's the point of the visitor's centre?
   
   We still want to play nicely with others! So we set up the visitor's centre thread to provide an IC access port.
   
   
6. Are you part of the Town? Or are you in an extra dimension?
   
   We didn't really know at first, but when AMEN contacted us, it seemed clear that we inhabited some sort of reality with AMEN and HALO. Which means we aren't Town. I think. (Really, we're making this up as we go along!)
   
   New answer: Everyone's a part of the town, but the rules are different here, Town laws do not apply. ACRONYM rules do. So respect the rules, and we will all get along just fine. :smallbiggrin:
   
   
7. Will you be interacting with the other groups?
   
   Yes, but we haven't worked out the mechanics yet. We're officially at war with AMEN, but we don't want random fighting going on in our headquarters. So we might be setting up a war thread or a plot thread or something, but we don't know yet.
   
   As far as HALO goes, we have no formal ties with them, though there is some membership overlap, and we're currently in discussions. IC, some of us have formed a negative opinion of HALO. It doesn't mean we have a problem with you OOC. (Honestly, Turtle isn't the brightest crayon in the box, and she's very defensive about being a former evildoer.)
   
   
8. GLoG is a pretty silly name, isn't it?
   
   Yes. Yes it is. One of our founding members used to belong to the Evil League of Evil (If you haven't heard of it, google 'Dr Horrible'), so when she turned good, it seemed reasonable to form the Good League of Good.

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The GLoG/HALO portal:

Oh, by the way, Firefox was wondering whether the portal between GLoG and HALO is still open.

It is, but anyone passing through it arrives outside the front door. If they've already been cleared (previously interacted with GLoG without hostilities), they can walk straight in without having to roleplay out knocking on the door and so on.

First time visitors, or people who have previously caused trouble have to wait for someone to undeadtime to decide whether they can pass or not.

Kitty happily eats the new foods. There's a pale glow, and soft music plays, only to be scratched out and replaced by hideous cracking, as the kitty's bones grow and contort in various ways not meant for human eyes to behold. And now Kris is standing there. Clothed, for no reason other than naked Kris would be aaawwwkwaaarrrrrd.
Before I suddenly faint from the experience of spending several weeks as a Kitty, and having had to eat that horrid sludge called 'catfood', allow me to ask why it took you so long. :smallmad:
Then he faints.
((deadtime))

((relocated. And I'm fairly sure that HT would have been able to cast the spell on her own.))

Well. That's odd.

((I have no idea if Wenomir ever met Kris, by the way.))

"I can't speak for everyone else, but I've been busy dying of shifter sickness, being mindraped, trying to protect my daughter from Intergang, trying to stop the husband I don't remember from murdering my sister who is conspiring with an Elder Evil to ruin my life, and being reunited with my uncle who probably has an agenda of his own that he's not going to tell me about."

Turtle takes Kris to the infirmary.

((Deadtime))

Lex flutters into the room. She has a freshly baked German's Chocolate Cake.

She sits down, cuts herself a thin slice, then procedes to watch Dead Like Me reruns.

Libulel's sitting by the window, watching the snow fall onto a forcefield on top of the rose garden, in awe, his sheepskin wrapped round him, warm.

Czernov walks in, and sees Lex. Hello.

Wenomir picks up some tools and materials and begins to isolate the base from cold where possible.

Hi, Czer. Would you like some cake? It's fresh. She nods to the cake. Horrible weather we're having. Glad I'm not out in it. You'd never find me. She smiles.

All right, I shall have some, thank you. He sits down near her. You have a point, we would never find one as small as you in all that ice and snow. But we would keep looking, you know.

Yeah, I know. It's nice to have good friends. So, Czer, how have you been? Are you... She thinks for a moment. Have you, um, invented anything new lately?

He nods, inwardly wondering why he's even here. Yes, actually. I finished my old time cube. It works. Well.

Wenomir passes through the room Czernov and Lex are in, looking for windows or any other holes through which the cold might be getting in.

So, you can go home now? We'll miss you, Czernov. She looks saddened.

Hi, Wenomir. Would you like some cake? Do you need any help?

What? No. The timecube can not send me home. Only Randy's portal can, and I do not know how to fix it without him. :smallsigh: He eats a little cake, and nods to Wenomir.

No, thanks, I'm kind of busy right now... I'm trying to isolate the base as much as I can with some duct tape and cloth. Any help would be welcome.

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No, thanks, I'm kind of busy right now... I'm trying to isolate the base as much as I can with some duct tape and cloth. Any help would be welcome.

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((Isolate? :smalleek: Or insulate?))

Kaela, in the form of a small pinprick of pink light, exuding warmth, comfort, and the smell of roses appears, bobbing about near Czernov's head.

((Insulate of course. *facepalm*))

Wenomir notices the pink ball of light. Um, what is it?

Three men in suits appear, next to Czernov. Excuse me sir, what's all this about a time cube?

Czernov blinks, looking very, very confused, first by the weird-as-heck little ball of light thing, then the random guys. His hand slips to the gun at his belt. Time Cube. It allows me to manipulate a few areas of the space-time continuum. I have been working on it for months.

The light, that is, Kaela, bobs about a bit.

Lex sets down her cake, and goes to help Wenomir insulate the base. I'll help. She helps however he asks her to.

Mmhm. I assume your license is in order?

He'll ask her to put the cloth or duct tape on any holes the cold might be getting in through. He sniffs around Kaela before getting to work.

Kaela smells of roses. And eeeevil. Rather a darned lot of it. But he is neither devil, or demon, and comes, in fact, from this dimensional sector. He continues to bob about a bit.

Czernov raises an eyebrow. To do what? And who are you, precisely?

Not smelling anything demonic or devilish from Kaela, Wenomir shrughs and gets to work.
((He can tell only only demons and devils by scent, nothing else.))

Why, to own and operate a time machine. And we are the Time Lords, of the planet Gallifrey. You might consider us the "Time Police," we make sure everyone has their licenses, stop people from mucking up the timeline, things like that. He hands Czernov a little form, with places for name, age, address, all the usual, as well as some more specific things, like type of machine, what you intend to do with it, and other such questions. Just fill that out. Thank you, sir. The men vanish.
((Deadtime))

It is not a time machine, I can not use it to travel in time. And obviously you are not the Timelords - I have seen the most recent series - they were all killed in the Time War! Czernov says, quite put out.

Turtle comes in from the infirmary. "Kaela!" :smallsmile:

Kaela bobs about a bit in greeting, flushing yellow.

"I'm so happy to see you. Are you okay?" Turtle asks.

Uh-Huh, but a kittycat was meanie to me, and, and, I went away from him, and, and, I went swimmings, and then, and, and now I is here.