Session Start: Fri Feb 21 08:44:00 2003 Session Ident: #D&D [14:59:16] [Dragonstar, session One...] [15:00:38] [Our heroes have landed on the desert world of Primogen II. Specifically, the city of Praxilus. It's a large, bustling city. However, violent outbursts happen fairly frequently, and the city is bathed in near eternal night, being on the north pole of the world.] [15:02:02] * Brody has removed her trenchcoat and stowed it in her bag, and is smiling to herself in the dark. It seems Brody is definately a night person. [15:02:25] [You've been in the city for a couple of days, and you've had a chance to settle in and know the place. You're staying at the Hotel Praxilus, a noisy and crowded place] [15:03:07] [All of the major media outlets of the DRagon Empire seem to be represented here, since the war-torn city is the perfect place to get sensational and dramatic stories] [15:03:43] (Long enough for me to make a Profession roll for that story she wrote about the elfparty?) [15:04:16] [Cameramen wander around, as well as reporters with microphones. Still, not EVERYONE here is a reporter. There are a lot of guys in business suits, many of which seem affiliated with Noros Interplanetary, the aristocorp owned by the black dragons.] [15:04:27] [Session Start] [15:05:37] (Where are we right now? Outside? Inside the hotel? What?) [15:05:48] ( Inside) [15:05:57] ( Feel free to say what you've been doing these past days ) [15:06:57] * Brody has been writing during... an eight hour cycle, going out and enjoying the nightlife during another, and sleeping during the third, not always in that order. [15:08:13] * Xivilai has been doing research on the planet's climate and weather, as well as past sightings of ruins. She's been trying to figure out where the next one is likley to pop up. Aside from that, she's been doing what she can to enjoy her stay here, and trying to avoid most of the newscrews. [15:08:29] * Fiarre has mostly been keeping to himself these past few days, and trying to avoid crowds of people. He seems to do a lot of studying on the datapad he has with him. [15:10:59] * Thalan has been out for most of the time, going who-knows where and doing who-knows what. He avoids large crowds, but doesn't have a problem going outside at all... On the contrary, in fact. [15:10:59] ( Thalan doing much of anything? ) [15:11:08] (Yeah, getting distracted by Ard.) [15:11:19] ( You should cook her. ) [15:16:23] * Thalan is sitting on HIS chair and tapping at HIS datapad, not paying very much attention to it at all. Thalan always seems suspicious of Fiarre when they're in the same room, and this is no exception. [15:16:40] (Aww, I love you too. ^_^) [15:17:00] * Brody is... Probably asleep. Her followers are probably in another room. [15:17:28] * Xivilai is sitting on a sofa and reading from he datapad, humming some song to herself. [15:19:18] [A little picture of an envelope appears in the upper right hand corner of Xiv's datapad, elevated above the rest of the screen thanks to the joys of holographic technology] [15:19:52] You have new e-mail, Ms. Shardae. [15:19:56] * Xivilai eyes the image, shrugs, and taps it to open the e-mail. [15:20:04] * Thalan chuckles. [15:20:59] * Fiarre pauses in his studying for a moment, and looks over at Xivilai. [15:21:56] [The envelope expands to cover the whole screen, then fades away as new text appears on the screen] [15:22:30] [Subject: Job Opportunity] [15:22:30] * Xivilai has mail! She reads it. [15:23:22] [Body: Hello. I'm a journalist, and I'm looking to hire someone who could help me...] [15:23:28] * Xivilai raises both eyebrows. [15:24:06] [Come to room 204 at 3 PM this afternoon] [15:24:19] [end of message] [15:25:11] [The letter appears to fold itself up and enter the envelope again, before stuffing itself into a corner. Hooray for Holograms]. [15:26:12] (And here all that I get are odd messages asking for help in some strange place called... Nigeria?) [15:26:17] [It is now 11 PM] [15:26:28] ( AM ) [15:26:30] ( 11 AM ) [15:26:33] (Well, shit. We missed it by a good eight ho- Oh.) [15:26:42] * Brody snorks and turns over in her bed. [15:27:27] Hrm. [15:27:47] Don't you just love it when people give you ambigious messages asking you to help them for an undetermined amount of money? [15:28:39] * Xivilai smirks. "Of course I do. Now stop reading over my shoulder." [15:29:41] Well, goodness, it isn't *too* awfully suspicious. I mean, despite the part about someone knowing we're here and what my e-mail address is, and all. [15:31:00] * Thalan walks over to the window. "It can't be that hard to get. You being a fairly well-known person and all." [15:32:26] Ah, the joys of moderate fame. I'm well-known enough to be easy to stalk, but not well-known enough to get free stuff. [15:33:54] Regardless, we haven't gotten any substantial leads since we've touched down. Should we follow this one? [15:34:48] * Xivilai sighs. "I suppose so. After all, there is a tiny chance that it's legitimate." [15:35:14] Tiny is better than none, eh? [15:35:19] * Fiarre doesn't look up. "At the least, it's a trap." [15:35:52] I suppose. And of course it's a trap. But it may be a trap we can profit from. [15:37:58] * Thalan looks at Brody. "Sleeping is over-rated." [15:38:22] Mrrfn. [15:39:01] * Xivilai chuckles. "It is, it is." [15:39:56] * Brody pulls off the sheets, gets some clothes from her backpack with amazing alacrity, and heads into the bathroom. [15:41:06] * Thalan then turns to Fiarre and raises an eyebrow. "Do you ever show your face? Or are ya afraid of the light." [15:41:23] * Fiarre stands up and stretches. [15:41:37] I prefer the dark. [15:41:57] And my face is of no concern to anyone but myself, so I see no reason to make it visible. [15:42:28] * Brody comes back out, dressed in a pair of baggy pants and yet another band shirt. She stretches, and sits down on the bed. [15:42:36] * Thalan nods and smirks. "Sure, whatever you say." [15:43:50] * Fiarre puts away his datapad. [15:43:50] * Brody sticks her tongue out. "Easy for you to say, Xiv. You elves and your trancing." [15:44:42] * Xivilai raises an eyebrow, and grins. "Yes, it is easy." [15:45:12] It's too bad you're not all elf, really. Then you could get by on trances, too. o/` [15:45:48] Yeah, but I'd be even shorter. [15:46:06] * Segev is now known as AnimeSegretary [15:46:12] Fer Creator's sake, I practically need a step stool to order at McDogo's as it stands. [15:46:15] Sleep can be a very welcome break from life, though. [15:46:32] (Thank you Gothy McAngstpants!) [15:46:48] * Xivilai giggles, since she has the luxury of being a tall elf. [15:46:50] And how would you know? [15:47:22] * Fiarre shrugs. "I read it somewhere." [15:47:52] * Thalan nods and smirks. "So you are part elf." [15:48:03] If not all elf... [15:48:19] * Xivilai grins, genuinely curious. "Ah ha! And hoooow much elf are you, Fiarre?" [15:48:23] * Fiarre waggles a finger. "I never said that. I wouldn't worry yourself as to what I am." [15:48:54] The only reason you should be worried about seeing my face... [15:49:01] ...is if you're gambling with me. [15:49:16] ( I thought Fiarre tranced too. ) [15:49:32] (Does.) [15:49:32] (Which is how Thalan figured he must be part/all elf.) [15:49:37] ( Ah. ) [15:49:41] Oh, but I am ever so curious, you know. [15:50:15] Well, you are very large to be completly elven, and very few elves don't enjoy the sun either... [15:50:41] It might be best to aim your curiousity to other things, such as the sender of that e-mail earlier. [15:51:36] * Thalan types away at his datapad. "Oh, the port they used to send it? It can't be nearly important as this. If anything, we could just ignore it." [15:52:03] * Xivilai grins as she walks towards Fiarre. "Oh, but you are very deserving of curiousity," she practically purrs. "What with you putting on the whole 'Interstellar Man of Mystery' bit." [15:52:27] * Fiarre cocks his head at Xivilai. [15:53:06] * Fiarre shrugs, and sits back down. [15:53:13] * Brody snickers, and flips open her datapad, takes out her stylus, and begins writing. [15:53:21] Hmmm... if we're gambling with you. That would probably have some indication that you don't like loosing. Or at least you don't take it very well. [15:53:43] * Xivilai walks around to behind Fiarra, grinning. [15:53:57] * Fiarre stands up and turns to face Xivilai. [15:54:14] I don't mind losing. Winning is just more enjoyable. [15:54:56] * Thalan looks at Fiarre's back. "What do you keep back there anyways? Putting a backpack underneath your clothes is pretty uncomfortable, wouldn't you agree Xivilai? [15:55:09] * Fiarre thinks for a moment. [15:55:39] Oh, I would. But so is wrapping yourself in burlap. [15:56:00] * Xivilai grins up into Fiarre's eyes, her eyes dancing with curiosity. [15:56:04] It's easier to keep others from seeing exactly what I have that way. [15:56:16] * Fiarre blinks at Xivilai through his sunglasses. [15:56:26] Man you're paranoid. [15:56:33] * Fiarre nods. [15:56:35] Yes, I am. [15:57:20] Well now, Thalan, there could be someone out to get the poor fellow. In which case, his paranoia is not only excused, but warranted. [15:57:49] Though we can't know for sure until the person comes to get him. [15:58:03] But if you're truly curious... I have a few items for personal defense. That's all. [15:58:22] * Thalan scratches his head. "Now, was there someone that I was supposed to be out to get? Hmmm... I can never remember these things." [15:58:38] * Xivilai shrugs. "Well, or until our friend here," she indicates Fiarre, "is willing to tell us and openly ask for our aid." [15:59:06] Indeed. [15:59:17] Speaking of which, what *is* your name? [16:00:07] Fiarre. [16:02:15] Anyways, Fiarre. If you do stay with us long enough, I will find out who exactly you are. [16:02:48] Perhaps you will. [16:02:50] Fiarre... Fiarre... Fiarre... Kind of rolls off the tongue. You can really work the R. [16:03:54] * Xivilai nods. "Fiarrrre. But, Fiarre, we're your friends now, and part of keeping friends is being open and honest." [16:05:10] * Thalan sits down in HIS seat and leans back. He decieds to take a backseat in the conversation. [16:05:19] (err, decides) [16:05:24] As long as it's not a danger to me, I see no reason not to be. [16:06:25] You still don't get to see my face. [16:06:44] * Xivilai pouts. "Meanie." [16:07:17] Don't mind, myself. [16:07:41] It really adds an air of mystery to the whole proceeding. Which will sell magazines, when I write this up [16:08:22] * Xivilai giggles, and then sighs exaggeratedly as she drapes herself back over the couch. "But it's just no good for a curious elf." [16:09:22] * Thalan talks to himself "Hmm, Elves aren't normally that... callous. Drow on the other hand..." He almost spits at the mention of the Dark Elves, however. [16:09:43] * Brody smiles. "Oh, I'm sure some day he'll be unmasked, like the bad guy on some kid's show. Then we'll find out it's not really Fiarre, but Old Man Harson from the holoarcade." [16:10:05] * Xivilai laughs. "Of course! It had to be him all along!" [16:10:41] * Fiarre shakes his head. [16:11:09] Hmmm. [16:11:34] * Thalan narrows his eyes at Fiarre. "Perhaps it is best that you do not reveal yourself..." [16:12:08] I see you've come around to my point of view. [16:12:47] * Xivilai rolls her eyes. "Ah, the scent of drama. How thick it hangs in the air." [16:14:46] ( You guys done? :P ) [16:14:47] * Fiarre checks the time. [16:15:12] [It's almost 12 now] [16:15:20] (FF?) [16:15:22] ( Possibly. :P I'll be needing to eat soon. ) [16:15:33] ( Ah. So end of session? ^^; ) [16:15:51] Well, we have time to look in on the trap before we go spring it. May as well. [16:15:58] ( Yeah, end would be good. ) [16:16:10] (Already? Can we pick up again later? ;_;) [16:16:23] ( When Yu's ready. ) [16:16:31] Sure. Might as well take a look. [16:16:58] * Xivilai nods. [16:17:07] ( Need to rungrab foodage. ) [16:17:20] * Will (Mune@tcsndslgw8PoolB128.tcsn.uswest.net) Quit (Quit: The greatest power is often simple patience. - E. Joseph Cossman) [16:17:20] * Brody gets up, and removes her coat from her bag. "Alright." [16:18:06] * Fiarre shrugs. [16:18:34] [Session End] Session Close: Sat Feb 22 00:00:01 2003