GLoG 38: Pay No Attention to the Computer's Paranoid Ramblings

[Dirk Kris]

A tiny nose comes sniffling across the counter towards the starbursts. It's Meridian!

[happyturtle]

Sunny shakes her head. "No. What is cream cheese?" There are many colorful candies for Meridian to sniff and examine. "Hi Meridian."

[The Bushranger]

Brendan grins a little at Meridian, and slides a starburst in the ferret's direction.
Well...I could fix some for you so you could find out?

[Dirk Kris]

Meridian quickly takes one of each color of the candies and stashes them in his pack. Then selects a pink one, unwraps it, and starts to nibble. Hello Sunny - news? He sounds hopeful, then looks to Brendan. Hey again. Back to Sunny. Don't let him cook for you.

[happyturtle]

Sunny shakes her head sadly. "No news."

[The Bushranger]

Brendan rolls his eyes at the ferret. I don't burn everything I cook, I'll have you know...

[Dirk Kris]

How did you hear that? Meridian non-threateningly glares at Brendan.

[The Bushranger]

His player forgot the ferret talks telepathically?

I could tell what you were thinking by the look on your face.
Brendan goes to appease Meridian by sliding a few more starbursts his way.

[Dirk Kris]

The ferret takes the candies, grinning. So what's happening? I'd be interested in eating something non-burnt.

[The Bushranger]

Nothing much, it would seem... Brendan sighs and resumes sipping his tea.

[Rebonack]

[Greatroom]

"Bwah!"

Zee suddenly flails her arms in a bid to ward off the dead time that had been clinging to tenaciously to her.

Last thing she remembers...

Magtok threatening to blow things up.

Magtok saying that Cauliflower had kidnapped Raril.

Right.

Something needs to be done about those things.

Hmmm...

[Reinholdt]

[Rose Garden]

Butler returns to GLoG with Decker and an onion!

[happyturtle]

[Rose Garden]

Decker arrives!

And is accosted by a drone.

Identification: Decker
Observation: You are not a member.

[Kitchen]

"I wish Charity would come back," Sunny says glumly. IZK-alpha pats her on the hand.

[Reinholdt]

[Rose Garden]

"Errr... that's not a problem sir. She's been here lots before sir! Besides, we let in people who aren't members all the time sir."

[Dirk Kris]

Meridian nods his agreement. Yeah, because then Misaki would be back too.

[happyturtle]

[Rose Garden]

Concession: Since she is the next-of-kin of a member, she will be permitted entry.
Warning: If she attempts any harm to a member, she will be banned from the premises.

((Are Meridian and Brendan members?))

[Dirk Kris]

((Brendan is - Meridian is a guest of Misaki.))

[Reinholdt]

[Rose Garden]

"Errr... we don't have any candy sir. And I don't think she looks like any other member sir. But thanks for letting her in sir. I think sir.."

Butler leans over to Decker. "What did he mean you'll go back on your promises ma'am? Did you make some promises I don't know of ma'am?"

[happyturtle]

[Rose Garden]

"I only make promises to you," Decker says, shifting into human form and kissing him. "And I would never break a promise to you."

[Kaelaroth]

There's a knock at the door!

And, because this player can not be bothered with the fuss over introductory pie, a kind and elderly drone welcomes in.. Vorka Stark.

Vorka?! No?! But he's all gross, and magickal, and murder-filled, and cruel?!

But, no. This is Vorka as he used to be? A tall, blonde (wavy locks that fall to his shoulders at their longest), knight in shining armour type guy, with big bright blue eyes, and tanned Caucasian skin that's seen its fair share of sun, and cloud, runed items shining brightly and freshly across said armour, the alignment scanner pinging a happy "Lawful Good" as he enters. He heads into the base, and wanders over to the bulletin board, taking out, with speed and dexterity, a pre-written out scrap of neat parchment, pinning it to the board with finesse! It's with this motion that one might note that the great old magickal book that used to be with him, almost always (save for when the catboy took it), is not present, not on his person. There's something else wrong with him too. It's.. harder to place (though if you can see magickal foo, scream it out now!).

How.. odd.
But, hey, what he's doing now isn't odd, at all. Going to the kitchen, getting food, and heading out into the Rose Garden!

[happyturtle]

[Kitchen]

If Vorka is a robot or an avian, then it is possible one that Sunny or Decker might notice something.

[Reinholdt]

[Rose Garden]

"Then I have no idea what it was talking about ma'am." What does barred from the premises mean if not break the promises?

Butler shrugs.

And waves at Vorka. "Hi sir!"
He wouldn't notice anything.

And glares at the elderly drone who stole his job!
He just got back and they're already refusing to let him do it. Grrr...

[Kaelaroth]

Vorka waves cheerfully to Butler as he heads into the garden. Though he is not a robot in the.. technological sense, he is in the broadest of terms. A construct, at least.
Perhaps not enough for Sunny.

[Reinholdt]

"How are you sir? Can I get you anything sir?"
Butler can't help himself! He must ask.

[Darkcomet]

DC appears in the great room, dropping the railgun to the floor and collapsing.

Luckily the railgun doesn't go off.

[Kaelaroth]

Oh, I don't need anything thank you Butler. Vorka says, cheery - stopping in his tracks as DC appears. Hello DC. Don't worry, I'll come and help you. Genial, he walks over, and tries to call down a light healing runespell on the psychic.

[happyturtle]

[Kitchen]

If it requires the assistance of magic to create, then no. Sunny knows nothing. If it can be build by a mundane human with tools and parts, even if some of the parts are sci-fi-ish, then she'll notice something.

There is a little mountain of starburst papers near Sunny.

"I... don't feel good."

[Kaelaroth]

No, sorry. Magically made.

Vorka, smiling, slides a healing rune across the floor towards Sunny. If it gets near enough, it ought to heal her, if anything too simple's causing it.

[Darkcomet]

Oh, I don't need anything thank you Butler. Vorka says, cheery - stopping in his tracks as DC appears. Hello DC. Don't worry, I'll come and help you. Genial, he walks over, and tries to call down a light healing runespell on the psychic.

He's not really wounded, so I can't imagine that would do much.

...

Besides the knockout dart in his chest, that is.

[Kaelaroth]

Well, healing might well purge foreign elements from your body, such as knockout juice - or, how else would such spells stop disease?