[21:26] <Chamelaeon> <<SESSION TWENTY, LIFTOFF! THIS GAME IS ALMOST LEGAL!>>
[21:26] <Isis> ( *holds his head* Ow. Ow. OW. OW. OW! )
[21:26] <Hope> ( Gah. You okay? )
[21:26] <Isis> ( no. )
[21:26] <Chamelaeon> <<Last session, you crashed at Isis' place, and apparently
gave her a migraine....>>
[21:27] <Chamelaeon> (What's up?)
[21:27] <Isis> ( My ears. Sorry. Keep going. )
[21:28] <Chamelaeon> <<... or not a migraine. Nevertheless, you found out that
ATC doesn't seem to be doing jackall about Europa, and also scored a diagram of
the jury-rigged bodyslide bowl.>>
[21:29] <Chamelaeon> <<You then decided it was prudent to leave Isis' house and
crash in the I-Zone (the slums, basically) for a while until you can find a
pilot who's stu...brave enough to get you to Europa.>>
[21:29] <Chamelaeon> <<Oh, and
IllywentcrazyranoutsideandendedupreallyreallyREALLYdeadinacreepymanner.
*cough*>>
[21:30] <Vernon> (JUICE. XD)
[21:30] <Hope> ( But that isn't important. Also, it should be WHEEEEEEE, not
*cough*. )
[21:30] <Chamelaeon> <<Also, there's the matter of the suits to consider...
[/END EXPOSITION!]>>
[21:33] <Tim> ( JUICE! XD )
[21:33] <Chako> (Enough Juice. c.c;)
[21:33] <Tim> ( No more JUICE? ;_; )
[21:34] <Charlie> ( Where were we, just gathering our stuff? )
[21:34] <Tim> ( Pretty much. )
[21:34] <Chako> (Yeah. Isis had something to do in her house, we were getting
our suits.)
[21:36] * Chako says, "Where are these shops anyway, Charlie? And what about
storage? Walking around in our hardware's gonna draw attention."
[21:38] <Charlie> There were a couple of shadier shops in the I-Zones, I think..
We may want to rent a U-haul or something for the suits. I can check on that.
[21:38] * Charlie puts on his helmet again to check.
[21:38] <Tim> Works for me.
[21:38] * Vernon nods. "I know a few people who can recommend gear shops, if
they're around."
[21:39] * Tim grins and nods.
[21:40] * Isis sighs and leans back in a chair (where are we now?). "It would be
nice if there was some Sleythin technology we could use. Nanomachines to turn
the suits into regular clothing or something. The stuff of science fiction, I
guess."
[21:41] <Chako> (I don't think we've left.)
[21:41] <Chamelaeon> (You're still in Isis' house.)
[21:42] <Vernon> Hmm...interesting idea...
[21:43] <Charlie> Hmm.. plenty of SuitCo's out there.. Recreational suiting
mostly.
[21:43] <Charlie> a construction exosuit shop. That might be useful..
[21:43] <Charlie> This one looks promising: HomBiltBitz.
[21:44] * Isis mms. "It's imperative as few people as possible know about these
suits, let alone get to see or touch them." She glances at Chako. "Knowing about
Sleythin technology can be fatal nowadays."
[21:44] <Charlie> "The right part for the job" it says..
[21:44] <Charlie> (for any job, rather)
[21:45] <Vernon> Hmm...
[21:45] * Chako hrms. "Yeah, a little too fatal. I think finding a place to
store these is better than finding parts. It's not like we're down on
maintenance or anything."
[21:47] <Chako> Well, storage and a pilot with balls of steel, but one step at a
time.
[21:47] * Chako grins.
[21:47] <Charlie> Well, there's plenty of U-Rent-It's.. We could store them
there, I suppose. Some have plenty of security measures.
[21:48] * Tim hums.
[21:49] * Tim shrugs. "Not like we couldn't install a few of our own, if it
comes to that."
[21:49] * Vernon grins. "I like the way you think."
[21:50] * Tim chuckles.
[21:50] <Tim> Can't think of a reason not to leave a few little surprises for
anyone who tries to take our suits.
[21:51] * Chako shrugs. "Hey, that works. We gotta figure out what to do with
Illyana's suit too."
[21:51] <Vernon> Spare parts.
[21:51] <Tim> Good point. If nothing else, *that* can be our spare parts for a
while. 
[21:51] <Vernon> We can't exactly sell it...
[21:51] * Isis mutters something in Japanese.
[21:52] <Tim> I could maybe incorporate some of the equipment into our suits
right away, too. She had some interesting stuff. Really good sensor suite, too.
[21:52] <Tim> One other question; any reason we can't figure our next move out
while we're on our way to the I-zone?
[21:54] <Charlie> We gonna rent a truck to put our suits in, then?
[21:54] <Tim> Sounds good to me.
[21:54] * Vernon nods.
[21:54] <Tim> Uhm... one of you can drive a truck, right?
[21:55] <Isis> ( Everyone can, I think, unless Cham rules skill is required or
you decide you shouldn't know. BESM's one of those drive-skill-implied games. )
[21:55] <Vernon> I'm used to driving small trucks.
[21:55] <Chamelaeon> (It's implied.)
[21:56] <Tim> ( Woo. )
[21:57] <Tim> That works. 
[21:58] <Vernon> (Subtitle: 'Vernon's Careful Driving' [2])
[21:58] * Charlie de-helmets for a sec. "Hey, this is great. 'TrucksBeWe.'
They'll drive the truck to us for a little more cash, but it's bound to be less
than U-haul"
[21:58] <Vernon> I'd say it's best that we leave fewer traces.
[22:00] <Tim> Sounds good to me. The less we have to drag our suits around in
the open the better.
[22:01] * Chako nods. "Yeah. Suits like that will draw a lotta attention. As
long as we can keep using the truck to move around, if necessary. I-Zone's open
air."
[22:02] * Isis mms. "A potential solution is simply to rent two vehicles, and
have one be a mobile home of sorts. Our other option is to sleep standing up,
basically, knowing the slums."
[22:03] * Isis purses her lips. "The other thought that occured to me... is that
we simply buy a ship."
[22:03] <Tim> Mobile home? ...eh. Better than sleeping in the suits.
[22:04] * Tim blinks at Isis.
[22:04] <Tim> Before or after we win the planetary lottery?
[22:04] * Vernon whistles. "There's an idea..."
[22:04] <Tim> Can we afford to buy a ship? How much would that cost, anyway?
[22:04] * Isis shrugs her shoulders. "I have considerable money saved up. If we
pool our resources, I am sure we could buy something of decent size and ability.
Then... we simply find a willing pilot. Staying space, suits, all taken care
of."
[22:05] <Isis> ( Read: We each chip in some CP and take Conditional Ownership.
That's my plan, anyway. GM's call. )
[22:05] <Charlie> So, two trucks? I can order them right now..
[22:06] <Tim> ( ...works for me. ^_^ )
[22:06] <Chamelaeon> (That sounds good to me, but you've got to find a shipyard
that's not owned by ATC first.)
[22:06] <Vernon> (Woo.)
[22:06] <Isis> ( Buy used. )
[22:06] <Isis> ( Hell, I've got enough CP to buy one level of OBM for it on my
own. :P )
[22:06] * Chako hrms. "That'd simplify things, but where ya gonna find a pilot
without a ship, eh? And we gotta rent a truck no matter what."
[22:06] <Chamelaeon> (Certainly a valid option.)
[22:07] * Isis shrugs her shoulders. "Where are we going to find a pilot *with*
a ship?"
[22:08] <Charlie> There's bound to be some freelance pilots looking for jobs out
there, y'know?.. Say, what's your address, Isis?
[22:08] <Isis> 444 Evergreen Terrace.
[22:08] <Tim> ( Hee ^_^ )
[22:10] <Vernon> (BRB, keep going)
[22:10] * Tim gazes off into the distance as he begins to think about all the
cool stuff he could do with a whole ship. *_*
[22:12] * Charlie de-helmets for a sec again to ask "How many trucks you guys
want?" *he turns to Chako, 'cause she's the leader.*
[22:14] <Vernon> (Back.)
[22:14] * Chako frowns for a second, then says. "Let's run on one for now.
Enough for us and the suits. We'll pick up storage or a ship if we can find
them. No need to waste the money on the second quite yet."
[22:15] <Charlie> gotcha
[22:15] * Charlie de-helmets about a minute later. "It'll be here in about
fifteen minutes."
[22:17] *** Hope is now known as Atom
[22:17] <Chamelaeon> <<True enough, in about 15 minutes, you hear a horrible
honking noise outside Isis' door. It's like all the hounds of hell etc etc
etc...>>
[22:18] * Charlie goes to greet the beast, since he ordered it.
[22:19] * Chako stretches. "Got everything you'll need, Isis? This place is
probably gonna get tossed."
[22:19] * Isis glances at Vernon. "How much more explosive do you have?"
[22:19] <Vernon> None, I'm afraid.
[22:20] <Vernon> (I've got these wooden nickels...)
[22:20] * Isis sighs. "We'll have to do it the old fashioned way."
[22:20] * Isis gets up and heads into the kitchen.
[22:21] <Chamelaeon> <<And beast it is. Purple and green! It's being followed by
a smaller car, also purple and green - the passenger door is open, and the
driver looks bored. The driver of the truck thrusts a clipboard in Charlie's
general direction. "Gottasign onna line 23, 42, 87 anna 61. Credits 'ducted
fromyer 'count, 'n'all.">>
[22:22] * Tim snaps out of his reverie and blinks at Isis. "What, you're gonna
blow the whole place up?"
[22:23] * Isis peeks her head around the wall. "I was going to. We'll have to
settle for burning it down."
[22:23] * Charlie deciphers that string of audio and begins signing.
[22:23] * Chako laughs. "Well, I could sacrifice a missile to blow up your
house, but we don't have ATC buyin' anymore."
[22:24] <Tim> Er... hm. Why not sell it? It isn't like we couldn't use the
money.
[22:24] <Chamelaeon> <<Charlie has barely finished signing when the clipboard is
yanked from his hands and the driver gets into the passenger side, and the car
drives away. The truck sits there, idling.>>
[22:25] * Isis frowns. "I have my reasons. I know it's irrational."
[22:25] <Vernon> Shall I go back it towards the garage?
[22:25] * Charlie calls through the front door. "We have a truck. Let's start
loadin'!"
[22:26] * Tim shrugs. "If you say so." He sighs. "Such a pitty. This place was
home to me for..." he checks his watch. "Three, maybe three and a half hours."
[22:26] * Charlie goes to examine the monstrosity a little closer.
[22:26] * Isis sighs and pours cooking oil over the counters. "It was home to me
for a lot less."
[22:26] * Vernon heads out to practice his Truck-Fu.
[22:26] * Chako shakes her head, and walks out the door, carrying her bags with
her.
[22:27] * Tim shrugs, and carries his stuff out to the truck.
[22:29] <Chamelaeon> <<The truck is battered but servicable. The rental contract
is plastered over several places inside it.>>
[22:30] * Tim shrugs again, and loads his stuff up.
[22:30] * Charlie is now loading shtuff as well.
[22:30] <Chamelaeon> (Are you moving in the suits yet>)
[22:31] * Vernon drops his bag in a corner of the truck, and heads into the
garage.
[22:31] * Chako goes about loading her junk as well. Then she goes back into the
garage too.
[22:31] <Tim> ( I am if there aren't any neighborhood folk watching. ;P )
[22:32] <Chamelaeon> <<It's about dinnertime. Nobody's watching.>>
[22:32] * Tim loads his suit up, then. ^_^
[22:33] * Vernon moves his suit into the truck.
[22:33] <Chamelaeon> <<By virtue of being the first one to do so, Tim, make a
mind roll at +1 to figure out the strapping system.>>
[22:33] <Tim> 2d6+1
[22:33] * Atom rolls for Tim (2d6+1) and gets 10.
[22:34] <Isis> ( Plus your Cultural Arts (White Trash) skill if you got it. ;)
[22:34] <Tim> ( Not quite. )
[22:34] <Chamelaeon> <<Tim manages to strap in his leg and can't quite seem to
disengage it.>>
[22:34] * Chako gets to loading hers and Illy's suits up. Because she's the
strong one... or something! "Havin' trouble, Tim?" She grins.
[22:35] <Tim> ...Er. Yeah, I think I am.
[22:36] * Chako tries to strap in Illy's suit, to get it out of her hands.
[22:36] <Tim> Uhm... beware the straps.
[22:36] *** Atom is now known as Atom[Idle]
[22:37] * Vernon straps in his suit.
[22:37] <Chamelaeon> (Same roll, Chako, and Vernon, since he's not waiting for
someone to figure it out first. ^_^)
[22:37] <Vernon> 2d6+1
[22:37] * Atom[Idle] rolls for Vernon (2d6+1) and gets 9.
[22:37] <Vernon> (aaa...heh.)
[22:37] <Chako> 2d6+1
[22:37] * Atom[Idle] rolls for Chako (2d6+1) and gets 10.
[22:38] <Chako> (Hah. Good thing Chako's not goin' on her own suit, that's all I
gotta say.)
[22:38] <Tim> ( ...Atom's dicebot hates us. c.c; )
[22:39] <Chamelaeon> <<Uh... Vernon and Chako find themselves trapped pretty
well.>>
[22:39] <Chamelaeon> (Hold on a second.)
[22:39] * Charlie brings his suit.. "What the.."
[22:39] <Vernon> Help?
[22:40] * Chako rolls her eyes. "What sort of idiots designed these straps?
Fragging hell."
[22:40] <Chamelaeon> (Okay, crisis resolved. Welcome to hell, Charlie.)
[22:40] * Charlie snickers.. He then tries to get people out of the straps,
rather than strap his suit in.
[22:41] <Tim> Very, very dangerous idiots.
[22:41] <Charlie> (not that that'll help. ^_~)
[22:41] <Tim> I wonder if I can rig a gun to fire these things...
[22:42] <Chamelaeon> <<Natural 2d6, and you get to subtract your acrobatics
skill.>>
[22:42] * Isis rolls two large suitcases and the box her suit was shipped in out
onto the lawn, then heads back inside and comes back with a wine bottle stuffed
with a rag.
[22:43] <Charlie> 2d6
[22:43] * Atom[Idle] rolls for Charlie (2d6) and gets 7.
[22:43] <Charlie> (miss by 1)
[22:43] <Vernon> (c_C;)
[22:43] <Chamelaeon> (You made that, cause you forgot to subtract 1.)
[22:43] <Charlie> (oh, a minus in addition? sweet)
[22:44] <Chamelaeon> <<Charlie manages to free everyone! Better hurry, cause
Isis looks primed for some arson.>>
[22:45] * Isis looks around. "I hope everyone has their things out of there.
Anyone have a lighter?"
[22:45] * Chako mumbles a thanks, and gets to strapping her own suit down.
[22:45] <Tim> Thanks. I thought was a gonner for sure. No, really.
[22:45] <Chamelaeon> <<In addition, Charlie actually figured out how the damn
things work.>>
[22:45] <Chamelaeon> <<So strapping in your suits is much easier.>>
[22:45] <Charlie> Wow, that system is nuts.. See, you gotta watch out for this
buckle here.. and the hook, with the nobby thing..
[22:45] * Vernon straps in his suit.
[22:45] <Vernon> All my stuff is out here, now.
[22:46] <Charlie> Plus.. that belt seems to go over here.. I think.
[22:46] <Isis> ( ...need sleep. Saw Dobby. "Vernon Potter musn't go to the
Slytherin home world!" )
[22:46] <Vernon> (...)
[22:46] <Chako> (Aiyah. @_@)
[22:46] * Tim straps his suit in. "Crazy."
[22:47] <Chamelaeon> <<The suits are in.... oh, and DOES anyone have a
lighter?>>
[22:48] * Chako says helfully, "I have a laser pistol, and that's about it.
Never was the smoking type."
[22:48] <Isis> ( Your great^4-grandmother Maggie would be disappointed to hear
this. )
[22:49] * Vernon rummages in his bag.
[22:49] <Chako> (*snickers*)
[22:49] <Chamelaeon> (If she lives long enough to HAVE kids.)
[22:49] <Vernon> How about a cordless soldering iron?
[22:49] * Isis raises an eyebrow. "Perhaps some tint and flinder?" She sighs.
"Give me the soldering iron."
[22:49] * Vernon hands it to Isis.
[22:50] <Isis> ( Flint and tinder. Whatever. Too tired. )
[22:52] <Chamelaeon> <<The truck purrs like a Siberian tiger. It must be
NuDiesel.>>
[22:54] * Isis lights the rag, hands the iron to Vernon, walks up to the front
door, throws the molotov cocktail inside, shuts and locks the door, and walks
back to the truck. "Let's go."
[22:54] <Isis> ( Hope nobody's inside. If you are, enjoy the barbecue. )
[22:54] <Chamelaeon> <<The cab for the truck has two bucket seats in front and a
bench seat in the back.>>
[22:55] <Charlie> ( Nah, they were all stuck in the back of the truck for a
while )
[22:55] * Vernon turns off and carefully stows the iron, and then hops into the
driver's seat.
[22:55] * Tim hops in and gets in the bench seat.
[22:56] * Charlie has his helmet with, since he seems to be the info gatherer at
the moment.
[22:56] <Vernon> Everyone secured? We'd better get going.
[22:56] <Tim> Sure.
[22:57] * Chako jumps in too. "Yeah."
[22:57] <Charlie> That reminds me, there's plenty of "Sleep-coffin" motels that
charge by the hour. We could stay there in a pinch.
[22:58] * Isis nods. "But you might be more comfortable sleeping in the truck."
[22:58] * Charlie smiles, "very true."
[22:58] * Vernon puts the truck in gear, and starts off towards the I-Zone.
[22:58] <Chamelaeon> <<There's a bright yellow lever next to the emergency
brake, for reference. It's labeled "Cargo Dump". It looks like it's been used.
Otherwise, the controls are normal - the "airtight" button is on the dashboard
like normal.>>
[22:59] * Vernon eyes the lever. "'Cargo Dump.' Interesting."
[23:00] * Isis narrows her eyes. "I somehow feel we could shoot those suits into
the Sun and they'd find their way back into our possession."
[23:00] <Charlie> ( is the house burning? ) We should get outta here quick. Just
head for the nearest I-Zone.
[23:00] <Vernon> (Yup. Am driving. ^_^)
[23:00] <Isis> ( ATC is just an anagram for Cat, after all. And it came back the
very next day. )
[23:00] <Chamelaeon> (wow, you are tired.)
[23:01] <Isis> ( I'm also reading ND's Kensei/'Wang Fu'/whatever abilities. The
stupidity of the ability names has stunned me. )
[23:01] <Tim> ( O_o )
[23:01] <Chamelaeon> <<The house is starting to emit a little smoke as you drive
away.>>
[23:01] <Isis> ( I'd like to have it said for the record that the tendency
nowadays to overuse the word 'wang' really irritates me. Thank you. )
[23:01] <Chamelaeon> (Duly noted.)
[23:02] <Vernon> ("Oh, hey, Isis? When I said I didn't have any more explosive?
I just remembered where I left it..." *mushroomcloud*)
[23:03] <Charlie> Where you wanna go first, again?
[23:03] <Tim> ( ...drive faster. )
[23:04] * Charlie puts his helmet on for much stuff up-looking.
[23:04] * Chako says, "Gotta go with the I-Zone. There'd never be any pilots or
ships in the normal domes, right?"
[23:05] <Tim> Probably not. Least of all ships. 
[23:06] * Isis mms. "If we're serious about buying a ship, we'll have to buy
used..." She glances at Tim. "You'll have your work cut out repairing whatever
we buy, I'm sure."
[23:06] <Chamelaeon> <<Remember, there are 5 I-Zone domes, and the rest of it is
open-air.>>
[23:06] * Vernon grins. "I'll help."
[23:07] <Chako> It's an option. We can look into ships and pilots at the same
time.
[23:07] * Tim grins. "Oh, I look foraward to the challenge."
[23:07] <Tim> In fact, I'm almost of a mind to *request* you buy a fixer-upper.
More fun that way.
[23:08] * Charlie hmms.
[23:12] <Charlie> Looks like our best shot for a ship is "Honest Stan's Used
Ship Emporium"
[23:13] * Isis sighs and rubs her forehead. "How far man has advanced, and yet
we continue to name used car stores in the stupidest fashion imaginable."
[23:13] <Tim> Am I the only one who feels bad about a used ship dealer who calls
himself 'honest'?
[23:13] <Vernon> No, you aren't.
[23:14] * Chako chuckles. "Well, it ain't like he can have all that much money
to spend on advertising or thinking."
[23:14] <Tim> True.
[23:17] <Chamelaeon> <<The truck is fast approaching the airlock for the
Crater.>>
[23:17] <Charlie> Looks like we're heading for the small western I-zone.
[23:18] * Tim nods.
[23:18] <Vernon> Where's "Honest Stan's"?
[23:19] <Charlie> You'll wanna take the Perot Expressway to exit 623.. It's at
22nd and Millington Road.
[23:20] <Vernon> Will do.
[23:21] <Charlie> If you go East from the exit, you should see Millington in a
few minutes.. Then go South.
[23:21] <Chamelaeon> <<A pillar of smoke arises in the distance as you approach
the automated airlock. The traffic queues up - it's a light day, and you're in
and out with no trouble at all.>>
[23:22] * Vernon nods, and eyes the mirror. "Nice job, Isis."
[23:22] * Tim whistles.
[23:23] <Vernon> (XMMS: Disco Inferno)
[23:23] * Isis shrugs her shoulders. "There was nothing left for me there. At
least now there's an outside chance I either get an insurance kickback or they
think I'm dead." Her eyes narrow. "Either is fine."
[23:24] <Chamelaeon> <<It is an uneventful drive - except for the fire trucks
speeding in from the I-Zone towards the Crater. The pillar of smoke seems to be
nice and large now... probably too large to be just one house.>>
[23:25] <Vernon> I hope you didn't like your neighbors much.
[23:25] <Tim> Uhm... what all did you use to light the fire, Isis?
[23:25] * Isis has a completely straight face. "Mazola, mostly. Some Crisco.
Lawnmower fuel. Some silverware in the microwave. Rigging the hot water heater."
[23:26] <Tim> ...
[23:26] <Chako> Thorough. I like it.
[23:26] <Vernon> Not the clothes dryer?
[23:26] <Vernon> (o/~ Burn baby burn! o/~)
[23:26] <Chamelaeon> (Psh. Natural gas? On Mars? You've got to be joking.)
[23:27] * Isis blinks at Vernon. "We line dry. It's better for the environment."
[23:27] * Vernon coughs and tries to stay on the road.
[23:28] <Chamelaeon> <<Several cars honk at Vernon.>>
[23:29] <Isis> ( I don't know who my neighbors were. They were probably jerks. )
[23:30] <Chako> ('Do you have a cup of sugar?' *sshnk* Go away.)
[23:30] <Vernon> ("I'm afraid not. Want some C-4?")
[23:31] <Tim> ("It tastes just like sugar! If you use your imagination.")
[23:31] <Chamelaeon> <<It's a kind of long drive, but you make it to Honest
Stan's Used Ship Emporium. It's ... uh... glittery. You have no idea where to
buy sequined parking lot lights, but it appears Stan has managed to do so. There
are banners, streamers, at least two sets of spotlights that are on even though
it's just barely evening, and the whole lot is lit in the glaring glow of over
40 different colors of light bulb.>>
[23:32] <Isis> ...
[23:32] <Vernon> Talk about a waste of energy...
[23:32] <Chako> Don't they classify that sorta shit as a weapon?
[23:32] <Chamelaeon> <<It has ships in it, though, and some of them look like
they might even fly if you gave them some love, care, and hours of your life
you'd never recover.>>
[23:32] * Isis attempts to think of something tactful to say and decides on:
"Why are we here?"
[23:32] <Vernon> (o/~ What's life all about? o/~)
[23:32] * Chako smiles wryly. "Because you wanted to buy a ship?"
[23:33] * Isis does not look amused. "Yes. Buy a ship. Not go to Vegas."
[23:34] <Chamelaeon> <<A man in a sombrero about as colorful as the lights
stands beneath a neon sign proclaiming that this IS indeed Stan's.. nay, HONEST
Stan's, Used Ship Emporium. The man could only be Stan himself, as he's wearing
a plaid leisure suit and does not appear to be sad about that fact.>>
[23:35] <Charlie> yep, this is the place. They had a few pictures on the net. No
mistaking it.
[23:35] <Chako> Mistake it for what?
[23:35] * Isis fights down the compulsion to go out there armed.
[23:35] * Charlie thinks for a minute.. "Not that there was a doubt in the first
place"
[23:36] <Chamelaeon> <<But your adventures with Stan will have to take place
next session, sadly.>>
[23:36] <Chamelaeon> <<SESSION TWENTY LANDED! YOU STAND AT THE VERY BRINK OF
HELL...>>