From quinn@fazigu.org Tue Feb 26 11:14:09 2002 Received: from (yami.57thstreet.com) [66.100.224.110] by requiem.netsville.com with smtp (Exim 3.34 #1 (Debian)) id 16fkEy-000225-00; Tue, 26 Feb 2002 11:14:08 -0500 Received: (qmail 41950 invoked from network); 26 Feb 2002 16:14:04 -0000 Received: from localhost (HELO moo.ghostmoo.org) (127.0.0.1) by localhost with SMTP; 26 Feb 2002 16:14:04 -0000 Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2002 10:14:04 -0400 From: "Quinn@Ghostwheel" To: quinn@fazigu.org Subject: Ghostwheel Message(s) 65 - 70 from *storylines (#5236) X-Mail-Agent: Ghostwheel (moo.ghostmoo.org 6969) Message-Id: Status: RO Content-Length: 5005 Lines: 118 Message 65 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Dec 29 15:27:39 2001 EST From: Tikiaido (#24781) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: RP? If you'll have me, I'd like to join. Tiki's probably getting about ready to come out of hibernation, now that it's starting to warm up, and the vomiting and swelling and random, unexpected bleeding has subsided. That gets me thinking. Radiation sickness is a lot like constant PMS, except it isn't just the one thing that bleeds. Often eyes, nose, mouth, internal stuff... And you bloat, cramp, vomit, etcettera as well, constant headache... Hmm. Something to think about. I promised myself I'd keep my thoughts focused, too. Sorry. -------------------------- Message 66 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Dec 30 19:59:47 2001 EST From: Mikishi (#24590) To: *storylines (#5236) Um, when you're PMSing, you're not bleeding. Note, 'PRE-menstrual.' -------------------------- Message 67 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Dec 31 10:13:08 2001 EST From: Khyber (#12460) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: rp? I'll be on any side. Lets just rp. -------------------------- Message 68 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jan 1 17:51:58 2002 EST From: Dante (#10660) To: *storylines (#5236) Dante likes cheese. -------------------------- Message 69 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jan 14 19:10:27 2002 EST From: Skywalker (#6644) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Under the sea Skywalker sat hunched over on a leather chair, elbows on his knees and face in his hands as he drifted in and out of unconsciousness. As usual, he was in the waiting room of the Oceanus clinic, but this day had been different. It left him physically and emotionally drained, and he barely had the energy to move. Seven hours earlier: The communicator on Skywalker's belt beeped and started flashing red. He had just started his shift in the Oceanus clinic and supposed it was someone requesting a house call. But the transmission came over a submariner emergency channel and the frightened voice was frantically babbling about a raid when the message was suddenly cut off. Alarmed, the Huntmaster tried to contact other submariners but could raise none of his friends on his communicator. He was about to rush out the door when the first of the wounded was brought in. A young warden was carried in by her comrades and their skin was blistered and cracked. Instantly, Skywalker knew they had been on the losing end of a fight with a sea dragon and he set to work on patching up his new patients. As he worked, more and more injured submariners were carried in or stumbled in under their own power. It wasn't long before he had to move everyone into the Black Unicorn pub, turning it into a triage centre. As the hours wore on, life became a blur of bandaging wounds, extracting broken spearheads and claws from body cavities, and immobilizing broken limbs. A few nurses had been recruited to administer crystals to those that had minor wounds and fatigue, but the healer quickly ran out of the supply he carried with him and more than one patient died on the table while waiting for help. Every so often he would treat wounds on patients and send them off, only to return with even more serious injuries. At last, the influx of wounded stopped and the healer was finally able to get away for a rest and something to eat. Then he sat down in the waiting room of the clinic, closing his eyes as he listened to reports that Atlantis had fallen to invaders and thousands of submariners had died in the battle, far from the comforting grasp of the Eagle. His home in Coral's Reach and some other settlements had also been attacked during the course of the day. As he listened to the news, fatigue overtook him and he drifted off into an uneasy sleep. A noise at the door startled Skywalker out of his slumber and he looked up to see one of his helpers walk in to get some pain killers. Skywalker stood up from his chair, groaning tiredly as he rose. "I'm getting old," he thought to himself, "But that's the least of our problems." As he got ready to leave, he picked up his trident. It had sat on the reception table all day, next to his helmet. As he gathered up his equipment, he quietly hoped that his decision to be a healer and not a warrior this day hadn't cost him a home to return to. -------------------------- Message 70 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jan 14 19:17:36 2002 EST From: Fortitude (#24841) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Submariners Yes, it's true. Atlantis and therefore most of the subbies in "the Nation" are gone. What does this mean to you if you're not a subbie or don't know any subbies? Not a damn thing. New game notes are on the way. And since anybody without gills would not have been able to survive the 4 1/2 hrs of RP that brought about this turn of events, a log is available upon request. --------------------------