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IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime.

Posted by The GuardianFor group 0
The Traveller
player, 348 posts
Renegade Time Lord
Time's Defender
Mon 2 Jun 2014
at 06:04
  • msg #479

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

The Guardian:
Checking the TARDIS readouts, Trav sees that there aren't any other incoming messages that have been sorted with a higher priority, save the pending message from Alden, Ffinch and Snv on Estanve Gastem.


Trav smiles at the mention of Amanda's family. "I think your daddy wants to see you, Amanda. So, I'm dropping you off at Falcon's Rest, so you can appraise him of what's happening."

Trav wrinkles her nose from Alden, Ffinch and Snv. How the hell did they become aware of her? "I hate lawyers." She reviews the message.
Smoke Alarm
player, 369 posts
Build high for happiness!
Mon 2 Jun 2014
at 07:39
  • msg #480

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

After tracking back to the console room with the others, Smoke went to get some more food from the trolley, finding some weird fruit that she nibbled at. Smoke Alarm eyespied curiously the cat-person on the picture-spout. He looked almost like Puddy with the white fur; she held the stuffed cat up to compare. He was talking all yawny stuff, but that didn't mean she didn't care or have the know-how. 'You're making a meeting-place of peoples. Like at the Great Pool in the Sky.'

She was surprised by Traveller's offer though. Smoke remembered she'd offered to take her and Sereth back to their home-sweet-homes after the to-do was sorted out. Was that now? Smoke realised she didn't want to go back to Paradise Towers, not yet. She was having too much fun getting lost-and-found in the talkiphone box and seeing all the Towers and going on ventures with Traveller and Sereth and Stanley and Amanda. So Traveller had said she'd come back for them all. But in Smoke's experience, Inbetweens didn't always come back for her. Mummy and Daddy will be with you soon. 'That's okay, I'd like to stay in here.' she said simply.
This message was last edited by the player at 07:40, Mon 02 June 2014.
Warlock
NPC, 5 posts
Mon 2 Jun 2014
at 12:33
  • msg #481

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

The Traveller:
Trav turns back and looks at Warlock and Erysk. "I hope that the Fists of the Infinite Suns can send representatives as well?" That's a strong hint - Trav is making it clear that if the Suns want to be a part of this, that they need to withdraw from their occupied worlds. "We need for you guys to be there. Warlock, I'm sure you have the means to bring over a Fists delegation. That is, if you keep the name 'Fists'. I mean, fists imply violence and beating people up, no?"


"We'll see," Warlock says.  He takes a sidelong look at Smoke Alarm.  "Someone just might have shown them a better one.  Disciplant Erysk, let's see if we can get it to take, shall we?"
This message was last edited by the player at 22:30, Mon 02 June 2014.
Amanda
NPC, 28 posts
Mon 2 Jun 2014
at 12:45
  • msg #482

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

The Traveller:
Trav smiles at the mention of Amanda's family. "I think your daddy wants to see you, Amanda. So, I'm dropping you off at Falcon's Rest, so you can appraise him of what's happening."


"Well, Trav, it sounds like this conference is getting into gear at last, and the Marshal probably could use my help."

She holds up a duplicate of the data on Warlock, and looks uncertainly at Warlock himself.  "I'm going to let my mom have a look at this and see if she has any ideas, if neither of you mind.  It bothers me that we haven't really resolved how it operates or how to really get at the active code."

Before stepping out the door, she gives a hug to Trav, and one to Stanley.  To the latter, she adds a peck on the cheek.
The Guardian
GM, 377 posts
Mon 2 Jun 2014
at 12:56
  • msg #483

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

The Traveller:
Trav wrinkles her nose from Alden, Ffinch and Snv. How the hell did they become aware of her? "I hate lawyers." She reviews the message.


As Trav remembers, it's a fairly dry swatch of legalese describing the time and location where the Corsair's bequest is to be read.  2910 Severance Tower, Old Town, Estanve Gastem: July 9, 41663.  By the encoding telltales on the message, Trav sees that it had to have tunneled through the Vortex to reach her, which suggests that the Corsair might have provided them with a trans-temporal sniffer to launch the message.

The wording of the message suggests that there are likely to be other parties at the reading.  And that's just considering the ones that were actually invited.  What kind of trouble is a Time Lord's will likely to attract?
Smoke Alarm
player, 371 posts
Build high for happiness!
Mon 2 Jun 2014
at 13:25
  • msg #484

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

Smoke Alarm was puzzled at Wall Lock outlooking at her, then worked it out. 'The Open Hands? But of how many suns? Open hands have to give back what they've taken.'
The Traveller
player, 351 posts
Renegade Time Lord
Time's Defender
Mon 2 Jun 2014
at 15:16
  • msg #485

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

Amanda:
The Traveller:
Trav smiles at the mention of Amanda's family. "I think your daddy wants to see you, Amanda. So, I'm dropping you off at Falcon's Rest, so you can appraise him of what's happening."


"Well, Trav, it sounds like this conference is getting into gear at last, and the Marshal probably could use my help."

She holds up a duplicate of the data on Warlock, and looks uncertainly at Warlock himself.  "I'm going to let my mom have a look at this and see if she has any ideas, if neither of you mind.  It bothers me that we haven't really resolved how it operates or how to really get at the active code."

Before stepping out the door, she gives a hug to Trav, and one to Stanley.  To the latter, she adds a peck on the cheek.


"Oh baby. You have blessed us with your presence. I will be by for holidays. Watch out for a big Abe Lincoln head on July 4th!"

She hugs Amanda tight. Trav felt good that one of her companions was leaving the TARDIS better than when she came aboard.

It made her feel like The Traveller again.
This message was last edited by the player at 15:18, Mon 02 June 2014.
The Traveller
player, 352 posts
Renegade Time Lord
Time's Defender
Mon 2 Jun 2014
at 15:18
  • msg #486

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

Smoke Alarm:
After tracking back to the console room with the others, Smoke went to get some more food from the trolley, finding some weird fruit that she nibbled at. Smoke Alarm eyespied curiously the cat-person on the picture-spout. He looked almost like Puddy with the white fur; she held the stuffed cat up to compare. He was talking all yawny stuff, but that didn't mean she didn't care or have the know-how. 'You're making a meeting-place of peoples. Like at the Great Pool in the Sky.'

She was surprised by Traveller's offer though. Smoke remembered she'd offered to take her and Sereth back to their home-sweet-homes after the to-do was sorted out. Was that now? Smoke realised she didn't want to go back to Paradise Towers, not yet. She was having too much fun getting lost-and-found in the talkiphone box and seeing all the Towers and going on ventures with Traveller and Sereth and Stanley and Amanda. So Traveller had said she'd come back for them all. But in Smoke's experience, Inbetweens didn't always come back for her. Mummy and Daddy will be with you soon. 'That's okay, I'd like to stay in here.' she said simply.


"I figured you would, babe. Partners make this place less lonely. And the scutters like you!"
The Traveller
player, 353 posts
Renegade Time Lord
Time's Defender
Mon 2 Jun 2014
at 15:22
  • msg #487

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

After everyone who has been dropped off has been, Trav is left with just Warlock and whoever of her companions has decided to stay. She looks at the panel - she's been dreading this trip. "Speak now, or forever hold your peace. Our next stop is Karn." Assuming no objections, she works the controls - Snap snap click click tap tap tap schunk THUNK. As the Time Rotor moves up and down, and the TARDIS hurtles through the Time Vortex, shaking, everyone can tell Trav is nervous - about to walk back into her own past.
This message was last edited by the player at 15:23, Mon 02 June 2014.
The Traveller
player, 354 posts
Renegade Time Lord
Time's Defender
Mon 2 Jun 2014
at 16:24
  • msg #488

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

The Guardian:
The wording of the message suggests that there are likely to be other parties at the reading.  And that's just considering the ones that were actually invited.  What kind of trouble is a Time Lord's will likely to attract?


Trav palms her face and shakes her head. Corsi had a propensity for pissing people off almost as much as boobie did.

"I guess that I'll have to make sure to carry the hyper grade quantum rounds in my pistols."
The Traveller
player, 355 posts
Renegade Time Lord
Time's Defender
Mon 2 Jun 2014
at 16:47
  • msg #489

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

The Guardian:
The Console Room:

Trav and Smoke Alarm, Erysk and Warlock have returned to the TARDIS console room, where Sereth awaits them and Stanley and Amanda have been trading ideas about the DNA model built from the scans.

When Trav appears, Amanda calls for her attention.  "The console just gave us an alert," she says.  "Message from home.  Here, I'll put it up for everyone."

The big holodisplay above the time rotor fills with a head shot of a person of Amanda's species, though the fur around his whiskers is turning silver and he's wearing a broad-brimmed blue hat.  Trav and Stanley immediately recognize the Kezekh peace officer Ch'tesh: native of Arden, United States Marshal, and commanding officer of UNIT in his home time zone.  There's a set of floating numbers that Trav recognizes as a set of spatio-temporal coordinates.

"Hrrr; imagine that light means the thing is recording," Ch'tesh says in a slow, rolling tone.  "Traveller, you asked to be contacted when all the parties you'd contacted for the founding negotiations on your 'Parliament of Time' had responded.  So now we have a response from this 'Chamber of Time Unwrought' of yours; your Mister Evers a contact from an uptime group calling itself the Torchwood Conservancy; and of course we've been working close with the Splintered Sisterhood for a few years now.  And now, we've concluded arrangements with the Central Committee of the Cyberiad."  Ch'tesh frowns.  "Took some hardball to get the last to agree to the safeguards we wanted in place.  But the upshot is this: we are placing the conference in an uninhabited system outside the U.S. / Federation border, near the Trans-Draconian Arm; the Cyberiad is sending three unarmed 'units' to represent their three 'Heuristic Strategy Models', which the Science Division tells me amount to factions within the Committee; and the conference is set to begin at this time...."  He looks down off-camera for a moment and another set of navigation coordinates appears in the display.

Ch'tesh looks back at the pickup.  "That's about it.  I've got authority to empower you to bring representatives back from any other groups you think should be part of this, at your discretion."  His manner shifts a bit and he cracks a slight smile.  "Oh, and one other thing.  The President asked me to send his love along to Amanda, as long as I was using your nickel."


(rolling back somewhat before heading to Karn)

Trav sighs somewhat, it seems that the new UNIT was just as efficient and dedicated as the old. But there were a few last pieces left to put into place.

Trav rapidly pings off a message to the phones of a certain UNIT Cryptologist as well as UNIT Director Kate Stewart. She sends a request for a UNIT representative to come with her to this conference, since one of the focal points of universal history and constant target of alien attack is twenty-first century Earth. She forwards her presentation deck and briefing materials. She also mentions how history may have changed in her absence, and contrary to popular belief she is not all knowing. "Have you guys ever heard of something called the Torchwood Conservancy?" she asks in her communique. She also offers to put UNIT into communication with their uptime counterparts. "Marshal C'Tesh is kinda like a furry American Brig. Pass on my love to him."
The Guardian
GM, 379 posts
Tue 3 Jun 2014
at 02:19
  • msg #490

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

Smoke Alarm:
'The Open Hands? But of how many suns? Open hands have to give back what they've taken.'

Warlock looks taken aback by the question, but Erysk steps in to answer Smoke.

"Don't worry," she says.  "If we're successful, I think it will be by reminding Haran Lucin, and all the other Seekers and Fists, that strength isn't about the worlds outside that answer to you; it's about the light that comes from inside you.  I'm sure if the journey leads to a place that's true and right, the right name will follow."
The Traveller
player, 357 posts
Renegade Time Lord
Time's Defender
Tue 3 Jun 2014
at 03:39
  • msg #491

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

The Traveller smiles as she works the controls of the ancient time machine. "Hm. The Open Hands of the Infinite Suns. Reminds me of a guy who I knew who meditated under a Bhodi tree told me - that he pledged that he would not rest until all beings were liberated into Nirvana and released from suffering. The Bhodisattva bow, that was."

"A slight change in attitude changes everything. Like the opening of a lotus flower. By relinquishing possession, one gains infinity!"
This message was last edited by the player at 03:41, Tue 03 June 2014.
Smoke Alarm
player, 373 posts
Build high for happiness!
Tue 3 Jun 2014
at 03:46
  • msg #492

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

The Guardian:
"Don't worry," she says. "If we're successful, I think it will be by reminding Haran Lucin, and all the other Seekers and Fists, that strength isn't about the worlds outside that answer to you; it's about the light that comes from inside you. I'm sure if the journey leads to a place that's true and right, the right name will follow."


Smoke didn't quite know what that meant, but tried anyway. 'Light from inside? You could be the Lamps!' She reached over and put her open hand in Erysk's own, the strength of her own scrawny arm like a steel spring. 'We're stronger together when we work and play together, with no to-do, no wars. I hope you put the Fists to rights.' Smoke withdrew her hand, built one fist on top of the other, then tossed it over her shoulder. 'Build high for happiness.'

The Traveller:
"I figured you would, babe. Partners make this place less lonely. And the scutters like you!"


Smoke outlooked warily around for the cleaners.




As the talkiphone box went outgoing there-and-here, Smoke asked only for a stop-off on Arsuran Orbital Prime before they left, so she could say build-high-for-happiness to her friends. They'd last eyespied her outgoing away with the Fists, and mayhaps had thought she'd been taken to the cleaners. She wanted to set things to rights before she disappeared off in the talkiphone box.

Smoke caught up with Fadreen and the other Kang wannabes, explaining all that had happened in the Justice Centre and talkiphone box, that she'd talked to top Fists and told them what they were doing was wrong and what they had to do. Dizzy-plant Erysk and Wall Lock were now unbold about the Fists deeds, and they promised to put things to rights. Smoke was outgoing away with Traveller to fight the Fists outside and put all space to rights. But that didn't mean the Arsuran Kangs were to sit and be quiet and wait, oh no. Smoke told them to keep running, keep wall-scrawling, keep complaining until the Fists played nice. The word was to be spread to all the other rebel groups as well. This was the time to keep pushing, now the Fists had cracked, now Smoke Alarm had shown them how they could beat the Fists at a different game.

Together they viddy-taped a few new stunts and made new wall-scrawlings to put on the interweb and show to all Arsurans that Smoke Alarm was still free, that the Kangs were still running and climbing. She told them new Kang knowhow and new Kang games and gave them their Kang colours, and had them make their own Kang ways and Kang games, and told them to build high for happiness. And mayhaps the Kangs would survive even in 195th century, and beyond.

She found Erysk again, and took her running with her through the streets and over the buildings. She gave her a strip of blue, not to make her a Kang, not yet, but to show her the way.

And Smoke Alarm met Mrs Maglup and Old Gaross and Peet, her street friends, to check that they were sound and safe and show them she was too. She hugged Peet, who still made her feel funny inside. She told them all to build high for happiness before she went outgoing into the talkiphone box and disappeared into the carrydoors of time and space.




The Traveller:
"Speak now, or forever hold your peace. Our next stop is Karn."


Smoke Alarm frowned. 'What do I say?' So, they were outgoing to another world. She wondered what Karn would be like.
The Guardian
GM, 380 posts
Tue 3 Jun 2014
at 04:13
  • msg #493

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

Smoke's friends gave her a few presents before she returned to the talkiphone box to finally be outgoing.  Mrs. Maglup gave her a little plastic sack that she'd washed out clean and filled with a collection of steamy-hot frapple-pies.  They wouldn't last long, but Smoke Alarm knew how Mrs. Maglup must have worked to put them together.

Maybe the Us would like frapple-pies, too!

But Fadreen's present was even better.  It was a paper-fly like the one she'd used in Detranzed Square: it stood almost as tall as Smoke Alarm when you put it together, and Fadreen showed Smoke how you could take it apart so it would fit in a backpack.  The stuff that fit between the struts and the braces wasn't really paper: it was tough and stretchy, and, of course, blue.
The Guardian
GM, 381 posts
Tue 3 Jun 2014
at 04:33
  • msg #494

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

The Traveller:
Trav rapidly pings off a message to the phones of a certain UNIT Cryptologist as well as UNIT Director Kate Stewart.

"Torchwood?" is the Director's response to her inquiry.  "They are, or I should say they were, a pack of jingoist thugs and ruffians, and they came to quite a sticky end.  I shouldn't put a lot of trust in any sizable group that uses that name.  Though I am sure I don't need to tell you, things do change as time goes by."

quote:
She sends a request for a UNIT representative to come with her to this conference, since one of the focal points of universal history and constant target of alien attack is twenty-first century Earth.

"I will see if I can arrange for a suitable 'volunteer'," the Director says.  "Excessive contact with future knowledge can be extremely hazardous and not always reliable -- we've known that ever since the Styles Conference back in the Seventies.  Whoever I send will end up needing a substantial memory wipe after their reports have been committed to our time-locked data stores: we take the Grandfather Protocols very seriously.  So you may well imagine, I do not have a great many officers with 'enthusiastic to be flung into future centuries' in their dossiers."
The Traveller
player, 358 posts
Renegade Time Lord
Time's Defender
Tue 3 Jun 2014
at 05:21
  • msg #495

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

The Guardian:
The Traveller:
Trav rapidly pings off a message to the phones of a certain UNIT Cryptologist as well as UNIT Director Kate Stewart.

"Torchwood?" is the Director's response to her inquiry.  "They are, or I should say they were, a pack of jingoist thugs and ruffians, and they came to quite a sticky end.  I shouldn't put a lot of trust in any sizable group that uses that name.  Though I am sure I don't need to tell you, things do change as time goes by."

quote:
She sends a request for a UNIT representative to come with her to this conference, since one of the focal points of universal history and constant target of alien attack is twenty-first century Earth.

"I will see if I can arrange for a suitable 'volunteer'," the Director says.  "Excessive contact with future knowledge can be extremely hazardous and not always reliable -- we've known that ever since the Styles Conference back in the Seventies.  Whoever I send will end up needing a substantial memory wipe after their reports have been committed to our time-locked data stores: we take the Grandfather Protocols very seriously.  So you may well imagine, I do not have a great many officers with 'enthusiastic to be flung into future centuries' in their dossiers."


"As you wish, Kate. I can drop off a report that you guys can seal in a vault until you need it, or I can drop it off with my guys at UNIT Dallas, one or two of whom might actually take a vortex manipulator up here." She teased Kate, as UNIT Dallas had a reputation of being reckless cowboys. Come on, Kate! Live a little."
The Guardian
GM, 383 posts
Tue 3 Jun 2014
at 12:39
  • msg #496

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

The Traveller:
"As you wish, Kate. I can drop off a report that you guys can seal in a vault until you need it, or I can drop it off with my guys at UNIT Dallas, one or two of whom might actually take a vortex manipulator up here."

"Yes, well, you're welcome to take that up with Colonel Rayburn.  I think they can still get transmissions into his continuum on Thursdays."
The Traveller
player, 361 posts
Renegade Time Lord
Time's Defender
Tue 3 Jun 2014
at 16:24
  • msg #497

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

The Guardian:
The Traveller:
"As you wish, Kate. I can drop off a report that you guys can seal in a vault until you need it, or I can drop it off with my guys at UNIT Dallas, one or two of whom might actually take a vortex manipulator up here."

"Yes, well, you're welcome to take that up with Colonel Rayburn.  I think they can still get transmissions into his continuum on Thursdays."


"Dammit Kate, roping me into a rescue operation. Forward what you have on him and I'll get working on the problem. But if he's safe for the moment I have other things to do!"

Trav grumbles about never getting down the whole irresponsible Time Lord thing. Corsi and Boobie would just run off and have an adventure, but no, she's a planner.
Smoke Alarm
player, 375 posts
Build high for happiness!
Wed 4 Jun 2014
at 03:29
  • msg #498

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

Smoke Alarm shared out the hot-hot frapple pies to everyone before they left. She also left a few in the air ducks for the Us to find, their warm fruit and pastry smells wafting through to their twitchy noses. Then she footed off to stash Fadreen's icehot air-scrawling paper-fly in the disused room she'd adopted as her own personal hide-in and brainquarters aboard the talkiphone box. It had her toys and tools and wall-scrawls rescued from Arsuran in it. The Kang was nesting.
The Traveller
player, 364 posts
Renegade Time Lord
Time's Defender
Wed 4 Jun 2014
at 05:46
  • msg #499

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

Trav sniffs, as the TARDIS is in temporal orbit. "Hey Smoke, something smells good!"

She daws as Smoke hands out the yummies. "Oh sweety. I bake too! When we go back to Arsuran, you have to introduce me to whoever made these. I promised you a cake, darling. But not right now, last thing we need is a sick Kang. Tomorrow night after dinner!"

Of course, one great change is that 2nd Trav burnt water and stocked up on crap food. Lousie Simons, having raised a family of 12, cooks, and now so does the Traveller. Trav has been cooking for the entire team and shows a talent for being creative with whatever is available. Food disappears, but stuff always disappears and reappears on the TARDIS. Trav hasn't quite twigged on that she may have an entire tribe of people living on her ship with her.

Trav makes sure to show her the living room - just off the control room, it has a bunch of couches, a huge holo entertainment center from right after the 4th Robotech war, with over 1500 years worth of entertainment, lots of video games, and tons of comics, toys, posters and other stuff lying around. This is the room on the TARDIS that is least changed from when she was the 2nd Traveller, and when she regenerated on Rifts Earth all those years ago, she started using it right up again.

She makes sure to give Smoke as a present a stack of her favorite comics. "You might find these fun!" The genres range the gamut, although Trav is a great fan of CLAMP, Doctor Slump and DC and Marvel comics, especially Superman.

Of course, Trav is also working to sneak in some non-yawny education, as back on Rifts Earth she taught her kids how to read with comics.
This message was last edited by the player at 05:57, Wed 04 June 2014.
Smoke Alarm
player, 377 posts
Build high for happiness!
Thu 5 Jun 2014
at 02:44
  • msg #500

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

'Frapple pies. With real frapples. Mrs Maglup cooked them. She's a good rezzie. She doesn't cook Kangs or sprinkles in her pies.' Smoke Alarm explained in admiration. She was outlooking forward to Traveller's cake; she didn't think she would cook in Kangs or sprinkles either.

Footing after Traveller, she saw the fun room. 'Icehot!' the Kang cheered, taking in the games and the comics and the toys and the big picture-spout. 'Thanks.' She sat cross-legged on the floor to start flicking through the comics, mouthing the words as she read. 'What's a "ka-pow"?'
The Guardian
GM, 402 posts
Wed 11 Jun 2014
at 11:24
  • msg #501

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

In a disused lot on Arsuran, at twilight, Warlock steps out of the just-materialized TARDIS, followed by Erysk, and the TARDIS crew.  Taking a long look back at the police box, he offers a hand to Trav.

"Well, I suppose we're off," he says.  Glancing at Erysk, he adds, "We'll start by having a word with Seeker Pellande.  I don't think Lucin would respond well to my just dropping right in on him.  The Fists have had some time to become fixed in their notions that their ways of doing things are the correct route of the Journeys, and they won't be dissuaded from them overnight."

There's a stirring of motion from the shadows at the edge of the light, and a familiar figure approaches, his slight smile making crinkles at the corners of his eyes.

"That is well," says Zheng Ru.  "No worthy thing ever came to be without determination, patience, and effort.  Errant as the goals of the Fists might be, they know that truth already, and so we have a starting point to teach them a true way.  Traveller, I thank you for the gift of a task... and for a new student to look after."

He bows to Trav, to Sereth, then to Stanley and even Smoke Alarm.  "And, of course, for the gift of greeting you and your friends, in this new life."
The Traveller
player, 399 posts
Renegade Time Lord
Time's Defender
Wed 11 Jun 2014
at 15:40
  • msg #502

Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

The Guardian:
In a disused lot on Arsuran, at twilight, Warlock steps out of the just-materialized TARDIS, followed by Erysk, and the TARDIS crew.  Taking a long look back at the police box, he offers a hand to Trav.

"Well, I suppose we're off," he says.  Glancing at Erysk, he adds, "We'll start by having a word with Seeker Pellande.  I don't think Lucin would respond well to my just dropping right in on him.  The Fists have had some time to become fixed in their notions that their ways of doing things are the correct route of the Journeys, and they won't be dissuaded from them overnight."


Trav slides her hands onto Warlock's shoulders. She places a kiss on his cheek. "You do take care. I'm sure you're going to be awesome." She smiles and beams - a bittersweet smile. "You go out there and rock it, hard."

The Guardian:
There's a stirring of motion from the shadows at the edge of the light, and a familiar figure approaches, his slight smile making crinkles at the corners of his eyes.

"That is well," says Zheng Ru.  "No worthy thing ever came to be without determination, patience, and effort.  Errant as the goals of the Fists might be, they know that truth already, and so we have a starting point to teach them a true way.  Traveller, I thank you for the gift of a task... and for a new student to look after."


She moves towards Ru and gets up on her tippy toes like she used to (she's a half inch shorter than the 2nd Traveller) and kisses Ru on the cheek. "You two take good care of each other. I'll also be seeing you from time to time - there's a lot of healing I have to do myself. It was *so good* working with you again."

The Guardian:
He bows to Trav, to Sereth, then to Stanley and even Smoke Alarm.  "And, of course, for the gift of greeting you and your friends, in this new life."


"The best is yet to come. You and your partner there, you're going to see some amazing and beautiful stuff." She blows a kiss to the TAROT. "You take good care of him for me. And I will do all in my power to set you free." She smiles warmly as everyone else says their last words and goodbyes.

She tosses a phone to Keeper Erysk. "Erysk, you're part of the team, now. You have your own style, which I dig. You're like a good mom. Keep in touch, and if Warlock doesn't object, maybe I can take you around for a proper spin. Take good care of my boys.

"There is *always* time to travel. Take advantage of it, you three!" She blows a kiss and waves, as she closes the door after everyone else is done.

In the control room, she slaps the control panel. "YEAH. 3 Wins, sweet boy, and not a shot fired!" Trav is smiling like it's Christmas morning.
This message was last edited by the player at 15:41, Wed 11 June 2014.
Smoke Alarm
player, 402 posts
Build high for happiness!
Thu 12 Jun 2014
at 02:53
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Re: IC: Arsuran Orbital Prime

Smoke Alarm outlooked fiercely at Wall Lock and Erysk as they made their promises. 'You better turn the Fists into Open Hands and put Arsuran to rights. Else we'll really have a to-do.' she made her own promise to Wall Lock, who was still the chief architect of all this. She still didn't trust him. But Traveller seemed to think he was a good person and would change, and Smoke Alarm trusted Traveller. Mayhaps one day they would put Arsuran, and the Fists, to rights.

Facing Erysk, she gave her a strip of blue, tying it around her upper arm, not to make her a Kang, not yet, but to show her the way. 'We all have our own journeys to make and carrydoors to run. You have to track the way back and show-and-tell others, not shove and push and start a to-do... And you have to have fun.'

Smoke Alarm bowed formally to Zheng Ru in return.

She gave them all a cheery 'Build high for happiness!' then footed into the talkiphone box.

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She wasn't quite as excited as Traveller though, outlooking to the door and saying 'It's not game-over yet.' And silently she said goodbye to her most recent home-sweet-home. All those towers and streets curving across the sky-ceiling, all hers to play in, Mrs Maglup and Peet and everyone. 'Build high for happiness.' she murmured. The Kang curled up on the couch and hugged her Puddy, soon sleep-tight.
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