Can't Sing But I've Got Soul

Logfile from M3

[Radio] You send Daryn a direct message: "Pardon me, but are you there, Master Luna?"

[Radio] Transmission detected: Are any of you listening?

[Radio] Daryn sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: ":sound of teeth being brushed, and then a spit sound, and then a, "Yessir!""

[Radio] You send Daryn a direct message: "Excellent. I don't believe I ever got back to you on the matter of you hiring me."

[Radio] Transmission detected: I repeat. ... /any/ ... ... listening?

[Radio] Transmission detected: :responds with ... ... ...

[Radio] Daryn sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Well, I don't believe you have either, um... You didn't, right?"

[Radio] You send Daryn a direct message: "Not that I remember."

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... to the ... ... he knocks ... out ... ... you to ... me ... to the ...

[Radio] Daryn sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Guess we'll have to do it again even if we had."

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... raise ... ... ... he had ... ... troubles ... Matic? I'll ... there in moments."

[Radio] You send Daryn a direct message: "I suppose so. Whatever the case, I look forward to it."

[Radio] Transmission detected: No ... a ... plan. ... ... my arm ... ... ... to ... having to walk out by myself without an ... ... time.

[Radio] You send Daryn a direct message: "Where shall I meet you, or vice versa? If we are to meet at all, of course."

[Radio] Daryn sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I have a top secret hidden base in London."

[Radio] You send Daryn a direct message: "Wow, really? Me too."

[Radio] Daryn sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Perhaps we'll find a top secret diplomatic spot between your secret base and my secret base."

[Radio] You send Daryn a direct message: "Sounds good to me. Where's -your- base?"

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... want me to ... ... ... ... ... matter if ... dainty ... knows ... around?

[Radio] Daryn sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Western Residential District, sir! By Mom and Pop's Shack of Snacks!"

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... out ... ... ... ... ... him to ... I'm ... I might but you ... ... is ...

[Radio] You send Daryn a direct message: "Mm, I think I know where that is. Shall we meet halfway, then?"

[Radio] Daryn sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "sure, but I don't know where your top secret base is."

[Radio] You send Daryn a direct message: "Oh. Right. It's in the Historical District. By the Thames. Quite a nice piece of real estate, if you can stand all the tourists."

[Radio] Daryn sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "hmm...Think that puts us somewhere near the Southern Downtown sector. *a pause* Sweet, they have flying trees there."

[Radio] You send Daryn a direct message: "Flying tr-- oh. Oh, -that-. Yes."

[Radio] Daryn sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "How bought we meet under a flying tree?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Kain transmits, "So what is the word tonight...?"

[Radio] You send Daryn a direct message: "Alright, but which one?"

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "The word....is word."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Bird!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "The word is bird."

[Radio: (F) Public] Inferno Phoenix transmits, "mmf... bird? what?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Kain transmits, "... dammit. I've -already- created a monster."

[Radio: (F) Public] Quick Man transmits, "Birds are passe'"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tetsuo Sakizaki transmits, "...thrill. (Thrill) (Thrill) (Thrill)"

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Yes. Bird."

[Radio: (F) Public] Job transmits, "Not much."

[Radio: (F) Public] Dynamo transmits, "Requiescat."

[Radio: (F) Public] Inferno Phoenix transmits, "hmph."

[Radio: (F) Public] Kain transmits, "Requiescat?"

[Radio] Daryn sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Mm...While the exact center would be 5th and 34th street, that's pretty busy, so how about 6th and 33rd? Third tree on the right?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Dynamo transmits, "Requiescat in pace."

[Radio: (F) Public] Dynamo shuts off his radio.

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Oh ho ho ho!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Kain transmits, "..."

[Radio: (F) Public] Rigger transmits, "Yo, Special K."

[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "Dynamo, I tire of these morons. How much money would it cost you to go on a killing spree?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Job transmits, "Hey, Kain. How is Sarah doing?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Sarah Storm transmits, "Mungojerrie, Rumpleteaser, and now Requiescat, apparently. Hey there, Sarah is doing just fine."

[Radio] You send Daryn a direct message: "Excellent. *quietly* I am gone, sir, and anon, sir, I'll be with you again... o/` *click*"

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "I liked 'bird' better, honestly."

[Radio: (F) Public] Kain transmits, "Ah, Rigger. Good to hear you. And you as well, Job. Sarah is doing well, tinkering with her bike as-- well, she can say so. *chuckle*"

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... be ... He was speaking with a ... of ...

[Radio: (F) Public] Rigger transmits, "Seen 'Yu lately? I haven't heard from him since... er.. In awhile."

[Radio: (F) Public] Kain transmits, "I haven't, though I believe he prefers it this way, once in a while."

[Radio: (F) Public] Rigger transmits, "Eh. Just like a guy. Spend the night, then don't call."

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "..."

[Radio: (F) Public] Kain audibly blinks. "..."

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Yeah, guys suck."

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Thanks for sharing, Rigger."

[Radio: (F) Public] Stutterriffic Junk Man transmits, "Last time I I t-talked to him he he he s-said essentially he was going to to s-say f*** you to the world for a a while."

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Wait a minute.."

[Radio: (F) Public] Rigger busts out laughing.

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste chuckles quietly.

[Radio: (F) Public] Kain's tone betrays him. "... Yes, much like 'Yu."

[Radio: (F) Public] Retro Packrat transmits, "Huh? Whuh?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Much like who?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Kain transmits, "Hiryu."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Oh. Because I distinctly heard you say 'you'."

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Doesn't he pilot a gundam or something?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Job transmits, "Naw he's a Strider."

[Radio: (F) Public] Kain audibly facepalms. A bark's audible in the background. "No, Daryn. He is a Strider."

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... have a ... quessstion for you ... ... don't ...

[Radio: (F) Public] Stutterriffic Junk Man transmits, "I think it it w-was more 'Yu than Yooouuuu... you. THere's a faint difference in th-the phonetics."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste blinks. "Those two words are the same."

[Radio: (F) Public] Stutterriffic Junk Man transmits, "Actually n-no. One is pronounced like Yew, the other more like like *zh* like euuu... m-more emphasis on th-the second sound."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "...need I repeat myself?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Kain transmits, "Semantics. A blessing and a curse."

[Radio: (F) Public] Stutterriffic Junk Man transmits, "No really! it's d-different! Don't you have like... cybernetic ears or or s-something? Record it, play it back..."

[Radio: (F) Public] Skull Man transmits, "Semantics? I'm always up for some antics."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste laughs.

[Radio: (F) Public] Kain transmits, "Not that kind, Skull."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Brilliant!"

You enter the London - Southern Downtown.

London - Southern Downtown

Behold, the noise and lights of downtown London. From the honking cars and buses and other hover-vehicles, to the shouting civilians, to the lights of advertisements and buildings all around. The sound and sights here are literally neverending. The buildings here are new and majestic, the pride and glory of any architect, the most developed and highly advanced throughout the entire city. The omni-level streets and blocks are clean and beautifully kept with hovering trees decorating block to block.

Contents: Contents:

Daryn [C]

South <S>: London - Southern Residential

North <N>: London - Northern Downtown

Northwest <NW>: London - Western Downtown

Northeast <NE>: London - Eastern Downtown

[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "Anti-semite?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Stutterriffic Junk Man transmits, "Great Skull, I'll ready th-the hose for when you get home. Haeh..."

[Radio: (F) Public] Skull Man transmits, "Good idea. I can't believe I just said that.."

[Radio: (F) Public] Kain hmms.

[Radio: (F) Public] Stutterriffic Junk Man whistles! Somehow managing to glitch this too.

Daryn is sitting under a flying tree, with his guitar (but he's missing his sword). He's no longer wearing his yaoi kitty bunyy outfit but that's probably a good thing. He almost feels bad for Scott, shunner of parents everywhere, but not very much. In his free hand, he is holding a big loaf of bread (unchewed).'

Aw, too bad. Too bad Scott's up and vanished, too-- errr.

Feste has with him only the case in which he carries his trumpet. (his trumpet. that sounds so... -weird-.) He walks relatively briskly to the agreed-upon meeting place -- wouldn't do to be late, nope!

Upon finally reaching the floating tree and Daryn, Feste bows with all the normal flourish. "Good morning, sir! I trust I find you in good health?"

[Radio: (C) None] RM #30 Dust Man transmits, "Okay, folks... How you all doing?"

[Radio: (C) None] Guts Man transmits, "Violent."

[Radio: (C) None] RM #30 Dust Man transmits, "Beautiful!"

[Radio: (C) None] Reject Tengu Man transmits, "Yes... beautiful..."

[Radio: (C) None] RM #30 Dust Man sings a bit.

[Radio: (C) None] Cut Man transmits, "Awesome."

[Radio: (F) Public] Stutterriffic Junk Man transmits, ""

[Radio: (F) Public] Stutterriffic Junk Man transmits, "Mis OOCly and all that >.<"

[Radio: (C) None] Junk Man transmits, "Dusty! Hey... wh-what's up? I was just about to to c-clean out the the repair bay! You know, personalize the the p-place a bit."

[Radio: (C) None] RM #30 Dust Man transmits, "..."

[Radio: (C) None] RM #30 Dust Man transmits, "...Leave my stuff alone, Junk."

[Radio: (C) None] Gamma XO Hard Man transmits, "...want me teh haul 'im out, Dusters?"

Daryn stands up dramatically, and bows dramatically, and then he says, dramatically, "Good morning, sir!", woah! Not milady? How odd! Maybe by considering a job, Feste has earned the right to be designated by his gender rather than just what he looks like. "I haven't lost my limbs in a suicide attempt in a while, so I guess I'm alright, hey...is that...", his eyes widen in shock and amazement. Dramatically.

[Radio: (C) None] Junk Man transmits, "Hmmmm? What you mean th-this stuff? It's yours? I dodn't even know... *humms to himself*"

[Radio: (C) None] Junk Man transmits, "Relax Dust, I'm not not -t-toucing any of your st-stuff... you s-seriously need to move it though, it's t-taking over th-the place."

[Radio: (C) None] RM #30 Dust Man hisses. "YOU'RE AFTER MY SNOWGLOBE'S, AREN'T YOU?"

[Radio: (C) None] Gamma XO Hard Man transmits, "Ah think 'ee was th' only medic around fer about a year or sumtin'. A'course 'e'd have alot of stuff in there..."

Iris arrives from the London - Southern Residential.

Iris has arrived.

[Radio: (C) None] Gamma XO Hard Man transmits, "...whoa."

[Radio: (C) None] Junk Man laughs. "Why would I I w-want such tacky things?"

[Radio: (C) None] Gamma XO Hard Man transmits, "Aw, hell naw. Ah'm not gettin' between th' two of ya fer a week."

[Radio: (C) None] Snake Man transmits, "What are they pisssing and moaning about now?"

[Radio: (C) None] RM #30 Dust Man gets all quiet.

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... ... ... to ... out?

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... ...

Feste grins at Daryn's returning of his theatrics, right up to the 'sir'. YES. Apparently we have re-established that Feste is, contrary to popular belief, a *male*. This is -real- progress! er.

"Glad to hear it, sir," replies Feste, shifting the shoulder strap of his bag just so. "Ah...is that... what?"

[Radio: (C) None] Julie transmits, "Why is Dusty sitting in a conrner hugging himself?"

[Radio: (C) None] Junk Man transmits, "I'm not moaning about a-anything. Dust's got his st-stuff all over the medbay and there's no room for any of MY stuff..."

[Radio: (C) None] Junk Man transmits, "Waitaminute... what? Ahh hell..."

[Radio: (C) None] RM #30 Dust Man transmits, "I live in there, JUNK!"

[Radio: (C) None] Reject Tengu Man transmits, "Hahahaha."

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... ... ... Don't go ... far ... ... no shame ... ... ... to live ... ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ...heh. Funny ... the ... saying this.

Frequency c is now gagged.

Do not Celebrate Yet Feste! Do not let down your guard yet, Feste! The day is still young, having one's gender misplaced is still a possibility! "A.....I mean, is it a....", his eyes look to the heavens, "A real trumpet?"

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... now!

Iris comes strolling cheerfully down the lane, singing softly. "Well there's a lady who's sure, all that glit-ters is gold...and she's buuuyyyying a staaaairway to heaven. When she gets there, she knows...if the stores are all closed, with a woooord she can get what she came for."

The Fool cannot help but smile and quirk an eyebrow. "Yes. Yes, it is. Would you like to see it, perhaps? It -is- what you were going to hire me to play, after all..."

The sound of a familiar tune on the wind briefly distracts Feste long enough to see Iris. HM. He notes her presence, and decides he'll have to say hi when she gets close. But for now, the matter at hand.

Daryn blinks, looking up. He hears singing. His finetuned Daryn ears twitch faintly. She's not close enough for him to ask her to reveal herself quite yet, however, "Oh yeah, of course, dude. Show away, and if you've got a tune in your head, you want to play a bit?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Matic accidentally transmits a very, very loud scream. That of a dying man.

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Uh oh!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Blues transmits, "..."

[Radio: (F) Public] Kain transmits, "... Matic."

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Sounds like he's DEAD! *mock gasp*"

[Radio: (F) Public] Julie transmits, "Awwwww..."

[Radio: (F) Public] Kain goes eerily quiet. Not even breathing. But his signal is still active.

[Radio: (F) Public] Tetsuo Sakizaki transmits, "DYNAMOOOOO!"

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "KANEDA!!!!!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Who's Kaneda?"

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "I...don't know...reflex..."

Iris strolls into view, and she slows down curiously as she sees Daryn. She stares at his interesting headgear, then wanders closer to see who the girl is with the trumpet...WAIT, THAT'S NO GIRL!

[Radio: (F) Public] Dynamo transmits, "Oops."

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... Striders Coliseum ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... ... is it?

[Radio] Transmission detected: Matic's dead.

[Radio: (F) Public] Kain transmits, "... Dynamo."

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... him.

[Radio] Transmission detected: ...And ... still ... ... ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: _The_ ... Linnea. Now is ... the time ... ...

[Radio: (F) Public] Dynamo transmits, "He needed killing."

[Radio: (F) Public] Stutterriffic Junk Man transmits, "Oops? You know Dynamo, you've been f-fighting Masters too long. It's no w-weaek delay for humans. They're squishy."

[Radio: (F) Public] Kain shuts off his radio.

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... did Dynamo ... Matic? Was he ... to do it or something?

[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "Heheheh, dynamite!"

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... can ask his ... after I'm ... ... him.

It's a good thing Feste isn't a mindreader, or he'd have flipped out already with all the people who almost *daily* mistake his gender. Even *Abernathy* does it. (but let's not get started on *Abernathy*.)

"Mm, certainly," says Feste, starting to pull the trumpet out of its case. Once he's got it all nice and ready, he sets the empty case down by the tree, and begins to play.

He'd only been learning and practicing for a month, so the jazzy tune that issues from the wind instrument is actually rather impressive. Feste must truly have a talent for music to've picked it up so quickly. He continues playing, just sort of winging it -- working out the tune in his head, as Daryn put it. Iris is temporarily forgotten.

[Radio: (F) Public] Stutterriffic Junk Man transmits, "Dynamo n-nneds to pick a new name or die or s-something. Th-That way it won't be so confusing when I'm t-talkling to to Dynamo. It's not f-fair to have to call Dynamo Dynamo Man all the the time... It gets long and and annoying if have to do it every five minutes."

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... a ... ... bodyguard.

[Radio: (F) Public] Dynamo transmits, "Call me Duelist Cavalier. My creator did. Of course, I killed him, but I digress..."

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: He ... ... to get ... ... after ... fight.

[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "I hear killing creators is all the rage these days. Might have to kill Light..."

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... told ... ... ... ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ...why did I ... to ...

[Radio] Frequency Cracked! +setintercept to save it.

Cracked Frequency is saved.

Iris oooohs, as she listens to Feste's trumpet playing. Her eyes get all sentimental-huge. "Wooooow, listen to THAT," she implores Daryn. "Now that's some SOUL." As if she has any idea what soul is.

[Radio: (G) None] Linnea Blossom transmits, "If he killed Matic, what makes you think you have a chance? Just keep him busy until I get there."

Iris

Much like the lovely flower of her namesake, Iris has a delicate beauty about her. She is petite in comparison to most reploid types, no taller than a young girl in fact. Her heart-shaped face is framed by cascading locks of silky auburn hair, the bulk of which is secured into a braided ponytail that extends down to her lower legs. Her sparkling emerald-green are her innocent, expressive windows upon the world, set into an attractive, china-doll face which is (more often than not) graced with a sweet, cheerful, smile. Atop her head is a red beret, emblazoned with the Repliforce symbol.

Iris is experimenting with a different look, armor-wise. In this armor option, she's done away with the familiar red-and-blue skirt, favoring it with a more mature black 'jumpsuit' pattern which still features her red-and-blue arm and leg armor, but replaces the skirt portion with a 'belt' sporting the Repliforce symbol. Somehow, she makes it look really, really good. And that's why she's Iris.

[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle sighs.

Daryn may be an idiot, may have the intelligence of a Guts Man, but he's no fool about moosic. "Mmhmm, that's pretty good, y'know?", he'll look to Iris, "And ye were singing just now, aye? Don't get to hear good trumpet all that much, nosir."

The Fool continues playing -- practice is always good, and in his opinion, he needs it. Good as he may be, he's a bit...unconfident. He did just learn to play, after all.

He'd smirk at the compliments, but he's too busy playing... doesn't stop it from showing in his eyes, though.

Iris grins. "I heard Stairway To Heaven played on a tuba today, my boyfriend played it," she murmurs to Daryn with a smile. She continues to listen, apparently enjoying the tune Feste's playing.

Daryn smiles faintly, "The Tuba... Now that's something I'm inexperienced with...", he'll look back to the Fool, studying his playing meticulously, but in a relaxed sort of way.

Hmm. Feste begins to wonder how one determines a stopping point in this whole 'jazz' business. Just when do you *quit*? And, more importantly, how do you go about doing it? Alas. He should've figured that out beforehand...

But Stairway to Heaven on a tuba. That's just messed up.

"It's easy to play, I was playing the Saints Go Marching In on it earlier," Iris admits to Daryn in a soft murmur. "You know...you look familiar. Are you famous? I think we've met."

[Radio] Transmission detected: Sunday ... Sunday!

Daryn's eyes widen, "You can play the tuba? Wow... That's pretty damn neat.", jazz is all improvised. The trick is....is that you really don't figure out a stopping point until you find a good spot to stop. Usually through a V I deal. "Uh, name's Daryn if that rings any bells. You look kinda famous too.", she must be that lady who went on that rampage a bit ago. Sweet.

[Radio] Transmission detected: ...

[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "what about sunday?"

[Radio] Transmission detected: So who wants ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... well ... ... ... ... give ... ... ...

Oh, well. That certainly makes things easier...well, not really. Feste continues, still thinking about how/when to stop. He'll at least wait until they get finished introducing themselves and all that good stuff. Yeah. Maybe by then he'll have figured this out.

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... ... I believe. ... it is ... ... ... ... ... to ... And I ... ... stand ... chance ... ... of ... simulations..

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... never know what ... ... get put into ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... perhaps.. depends on ... ... ... be held and ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: From out ... out fighting tournament... To Capture the ... To American ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: I'll announce ... ... ... ... when I ... a ... ... of participants.

[Radio] Transmission detected: :transmits "... oh ... American Gladiators." ... can hear ... >_>

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... Queer ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... "-American- Gladiators..".

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... Fine fine...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... use the crappy name.

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... Gladiators.

[Radio] Transmission detected: :sighs ... ... ... not."

Iris ohs! "So -you're- Daryn! I thought you looked familiar! And the trumpet player looks familiar, too...I know both of you!"

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... "Anyone wanna ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: If it's ... can I play ... ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... not ... ... ... Gladiators'? ... has ... ... ... to ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... a ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... the Repliforce ... ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... implies racing though.

[Radio] Transmission detected: I ... comparing the different sorts of simulations ... ... the ... ... the ... ... all tournaments ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... ... Bolero.

[Radio] Transmission detected: I was ... to ... Iris ... Brush.

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... sense to me! Tournaments ... played competatively ... ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... understand ... much..

Daryn nods, "That's right. Really? Both of us? That's what I call a coincedence, definately.", he'll look over to Feste, blinking again. He must be really getting into it, Daryn thinks.

Yes. Getting into it. Feste looks upward as if asking Heaven for a clue, here, and then back down at Daryn and Iris. Okay. Stopping soon. Really. In fact... right now, as the notes begin to lengthen, and finally...stop.

Feste takes one long breath. *phew* "Well, how was that?" Er, wait! He's forgetting something!

Despite his need, to, like, catch his *breath* after all that trumpeting business, he greets Iris with a sweeping bow. "Indeed you do," he says, breathlessly. "Although I don't think you've ever...caught my name."

[Radio] Transmission detected: So...

[Radio: (F) Public] Dynamo transmits, "Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear: believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Matic's, to him I say, that Dynamo's love to Matic was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Dynamo rose against Matic, this is my answer: --Not that I loved Matic less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Matic were living and die all slaves, than that Matic were dead, to live all free men? As Matic loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition. Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply."

Iris applauds Feste with enthusiasm. "Hooray! I haven't heard such marvellous improvisation since the Cleveland Horn Ensemble came into town!" she exclaims. "And you are absolutely right, I have no idea what your name is, all I know is that you have quite a flair!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Shut UP."

[Radio: (F) Public] Stutterriffic Junk Man transmits, "Yes, indeed."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste, on the other hand, applauds.

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... ... right..?

[Radio] Transmission detected: Yes. ... ... be ...

[Radio: (F) Public] Sarah Storm transmits, "I have to agree. Shut your pie hole."

[Radio] Transmission detected: :sighs. "Good.."

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Why are you quoting the speech of a man who was outdone by another guy five lines after?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste laughs!

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Very nice, sir."

[Radio: (F) Public] Dynamo transmits, "Cool logic triumphs over empassioned pander. And I play my role, for all the world's a stage. Matic is dead. Long live Matic."

[Radio: (F) Public] Agile transmits, "Showoff."

[Radio: (F) Public] Tetsuo Sakizaki transmits, "Play your role, as you will. I will play mine."

[Radio: (F) Public] Snake Man transmits, "For onssce, I agree with Tengu."

[Radio: (F) Public] Tetsuo Sakizaki transmits, "You will know the outcome in the end."

Daryn applauds, but his attention seems to be on other things for the moment, namely Matic's death. That's a good thing for him, if he recalls correctly, but... "Well that was damn good.", he'll look to Iris and let her introduce herself.

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "All the world's a stage, after all. We must all play our roles."

[Radio: (F) Public] Grenade Man transmits, "Heheheh... then where's the clean up crew when you need them, I just turned more of the BWAHAHAHA... scenery into a fine ash..."

[Radio: (F) Public] Dynamo transmits, "Ha-ha! I have gone to Rome and made bloody adventure! And they came all for violence... and I prevailed."

Huh. They -liked- it. They really liked it!

"Really?" asks Feste, idly rubbing a finger at a spot on his trumpet. He sounds almost incredulous. Surely... uh... "Well... thank you!" Oh, yes, names. "My name is Feste the Fool, lady."

[Radio: (F) Public] Grenade Man transmits, "Lucky..."

Iris nods. "Pleasure to meet you, Feste! I'm Iris of Repliforce." She looks back toward Daryn, beaming a smile in his direction. "You guys ought to take the musical world by surprise, and do a song together. -One- song. Maybe a power ballad."

Wow! She is the psycho! Daryn says, "Nice to meet you...uh...Feste, right...", he blinks. "A power ballade?"

No kidding. Feste blinks quietly at the last statement, and then just laughs -- softly. Politely.

"Actually, you might say I'm auditioning," he says, looking very much amused. He looks over at Daryn -- what? Don't tell me you forgot my name -already-. Oh well, that's beside the point. "A power ballad... ah, for the days when THOSE were all the rage."

[Radio: (G) None] Tetsuo Sakizaki angsts silently. Aaaangst, angst angst.

Iris giggles. Maybe she was kidding. God, let's hope she was kidding. "Well, it's been good to see you fellows again, but I'd better get back home before my brother sends a squadron out to look for me!"

Daryn realizes it's his pose. Carp! "Er, refresh my memory, what's a power ballade?", he looks to Iris, "Ah, g'day....you know the trick to escaping squadrons? A ninja! Want me to find one for you?"

Iris giggles a whole bunch. "No thanks! Bye now." Off she strolls, humming cheerfully.

Iris enters the London - Northern Downtown.

Iris has left.

Feste shrugs helplessly at Iris. Squadrons. He wouldn't know anything about that, but maybe she could take some tips from Abernathy on escaping security? After all, Abby does it all the time... hm.

As for power ballads... Feste turns to Daryn and blinks. "Well, Ballade is, as I hear, a Robot Master. But a power ballad...well. It involves a lot of singing."

[Radio: (A) None] Bowie's radio clicks on.

Daryn says, "So a Powered Ballade would be a Robot Master who sponge bathes Wily and sings lullabys to him?", he blinks.

Feste's gaze flicks upward as he considers this. "Well, I would suppose so. Certainly makes sense, doesn't it?"

Daryn says, "Well, yeah, it kind of does, in fact."

The Fool nods, and idly slinks down to sit by the floating tree, near where Daryn was earlier. He rummages inside the case for a moment, and takes out a small piece of cloth. Got to clean it, and all.

"Mm. 'Tis wonderful when things make sense, no? So often the opposite is true."

[Radio: (A) None] Bowie transmits, "...thare a new Hunter medic Ah don't know about?"

Daryn nods a bit, "That's right. WEll, actually, I like nonsense too. Hmm... Like sense, like nonsense....Oh dear....", he sways a bit, "Not good, not good, bad, bad... Ah right!", he seems to recall something as he looks to The Fool, "Rightio, I think that was excellent, so if you still want the job and all, you're hired and stuff."

Sense, nonsense -- what's the difference, really? When you get down to it, are they really any different?

Feste continues cleaning his trumpet, though he *is* listening. He remains mostly silent, working assiduously, until he hears that magic word. 'Hired'.

"...most excellent," says Feste, stopping his work for the moment. Of course...hadn't he shown up expecting to be hired? (hadn't he?) "Thank you, sir."

[Radio: (A) None] Main Rigger transmits, "Owwo... wah? No."

[Radio: (A) None] Bowie transmits, "Then who....oh neermind."

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "*cheerfully* Hello!"

[Radio] Bowie sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "...hello?"

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "Yes, that's what I said."

Daryn says, "Oh, welcome, by the way, you don't object to a gig in Casablanca, do you?"

Feste returns to cleaning. "Not at all. When?"

[Radio] Bowie sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "...who's this?"

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "Oh, you don't remember me?"

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "I'm hurt."

[Radio] Bowie sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "It's been a long couple weeks."

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "Has it? Oh, yes. It has."

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "*sigh* I suppose it's no good just confusing you, is it? And rude, as well. In case you'd forgotten, you -do- know me, sort of. I think I owe you a cup of coffee."

[Radio] Bowie sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "*nonplussed* Oh."

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "Come now, sir. *drly* Forgive me for assuming that a reploid would remember something that happened several months ago."

[Radio] Bowie sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Ah'm sorry. Not meanin t'be rude, but Ah'm not all here jus now."

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "*blinks* You're never 'all there'. No one is. It's just the way of things."

[Radio] Bowie sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Then how about less here than usual?"

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "Hm. A suitable alternative. I'll accept it."

[Radio] Bowie sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Thare a reason yer callin?"

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "Just to say hello, really. It sounded as if you'd been having a particularly rough day..."

[Radio] Bowie sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "First day active fer a while."

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "Oh?"

[Radio] Bowie sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Long story."

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "*quietly* I've heard some of it. It has made people dear to me very upset."

[Radio] Bowie sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Guess Ah don't need t'explain?"

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "Would it lessen your burden?"

[Radio] Bowie sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Don't thank so."

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "Then you don't."

Daryn says, "I don't know yet, need to work some things out with the Masters'n'all, but that'll probably be the next one, unless I can get a smaller one in the meantime."

Feste simply nods. "I see. Well, it shouldn't be a problem, so long as you give me a bit of forewarning," he answers. "You -do- have my personal frequency, correct?"

Daryn says, "Er, I just talked to you on it, didn't I?"

Feste smirks, raising a finger in the air (index, of course!). "Just checking, and all that. Didn't want any slipups, yes?"

Daryn nods, "Oh, rightio then, governor. by the way, do you have a particular favorite Robot Master Alpha?"

Feste hmms, thinking. "Actually... I must confess: I don't really -know- many Alphas, other than Guts Man. Which do you think I should pick?"

Daryn considers, "Well there's Bomb Man, Cut Man, Elec Man, Fire Man, and Ice Man. Aria is deadset on being Cut Man now, and Megs is with Fire Man. I was gonna be Ice myself, and Arin was going to be Bomb Man, but we can switch it around still if you like any one, I really don't mind."

"Hmm. A touch choice. I could go as Elec Man then, I suppose," says Feste airily. It occurs to him that he really doesn't know the band. What will they think of him? More importantly, what will he think of them?

[Radio] Bowie sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Then Ah won't."

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "You have such clarity of intent for someone who is not 'all here'."

[Radio] Bowie sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "*long pause* Huh?"

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "*laughs*"

[Radio] Bowie sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "..."

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "I beg your pardon. That was cruel of me."

Daryn says, "Elec Man's cool, you want to meet the others now or wait till another time or whatever?"

Man. Ask and ye shall receive indeed. Sort of.

Feste looks up from his renewed efforts at cleaning the trumpet. He's been distracted, y'see. "Would that be...possible?"

[Radio] Bowie sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "'Sall right."

Daryn says, "Well, um, yeah?", he blinks, apparently no longer distracted since nobody is, like, dying anymore, "They're back at my place, though maybe Arin snuck out?"

Feste stows the trumpet once more, satisfied with his efforts to clean it. Ayep. "Well, if it's no trouble, then I'd be delighted to."

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "Thank you, sir. *pause* Remember my name yet?"

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "By the way, tell your friends that the Masters are up to something."

[Radio] Bowie sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Nisse, innit?"

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "Correct, sir!"

Daryn says, "Not at all, we were just chillin'.", he'll send a transmission to Megumi, which FESTE MIGHT JUST INTERCEPT! <Hey Megs? You guys still there?> (and the reply) <Yeah, what's up?> (and the reply) <Bringing the new guy I was talkin' to you about.>

[Radio] Bowie sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "The MAsters are always up t'somethang."

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "Oh, but you misunderstand."

Frequency c is now ungagged.

Of course he'd intercept. He's got his nose into everyone's business. Feste leans back, relaxing for a moment and listening. He is patient, yes..very patient.

[Radio] Bowie sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Oh?"

[Radio: (C) None] Snake Man's voice is tinged with wonder when he speaks. Wonder, somehow, but not surprise. From his tone, it is obvious that he has been waiting for this moment for awhile. "Massster... You truely are a great leader. We will crush the Mavericksss in your name..."

[Radio: (C) None] Dr. Wily transmits, "*cackling*"

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "Yes. They are... they are... stunned, they are awestruck, they are -excited-."

<Well, guess you're bringing him over. I'll throw out the condoms before he gets here.> Megumi sends out. <Er. Condoms?> Daryn replies vacantly. <I'm just pulling your chain, Daryn.>

Daryn will look to Feste, "Alright, they're there."

Feste is unfazed by the talk of condoms. Yes. Absolutely unfazed.

"Alright, then. I'm rather looking forward to meeting them all." He shoulders the trumpet-case and rises to his feet.

[Radio: (G) None] Tetsuo Sakizaki transmits, "...this reuniting business doesn't sit well with me."

[Radio: (G) None] Tetsuo Sakizaki transmits, "What do you think, Lin?"

[Radio] Transmission detected: :whistles. ... like ... RMs ... ... to ... ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: :meant ... ... ... second ...

[Radio: (G) None] Linnea Blossom transmits, "Hm? About the new Director of the Red Striders? Or about reuniting?"

[Radio] Bowie sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "By?"

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "I'm not omniscient, sir."

[Radio] Bowie sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "So ya don't know."

Daryn says, "Coolness!", and he'll head for the place! The Apartment Building! The...Wait, who is Andruw?

[Radio: (G) None] Tetsuo Sakizaki transmits, "Reuniting the Striders."

[Radio: (G) None] Tetsuo Sakizaki transmits, "I will NOT work with Gilmour... not under any circumstances."

[Radio: (C) None] Snake Man transmits, "I will never doubt again."

[Radio: (G) None] Linnea Blossom transmits, "Settle your dealings with him before a new Director is chosen. I don't feel we have much of a choice. With Matic dead, I don't believe we can survive as a seperate group."

[Radio: (G) None] Tetsuo Sakizaki transmits, "...hmph. We don't need them."

Daryn enters the London - Western Downtown.

Daryn has left.

[Radio: (G) None] Linnea Blossom transmits, "Do what you want."

Daryn enters the London - Western Residential.

Daryn has left.

You enter the London - Western Residential.

London - Western Residential

Dense buildings and super sized homes are scattered throughout the entire Western Residential district. Quaint little stores decorate city corners, still run by mom and pop (although in many cases both of which are Reploids). Massive trees stand at each block, lending shade against the blinding sun from above as well as giving the entire area a much warmer sense to it, giving some escape from the technological marvels all around.

Contents: Contents:

Daryn [C]

South <S>: London - Park District

North <N>: London - Business District

East <E>: London - Western Downtown

West <W>: London - Western Outskirts

Daryn leads Feste to...an apartment!

The apartment looks rather boring, Daryn's face isn't even carved into the side of the building.

Feste follows Daryn to... an apartment! Man. This is kind of becoming a recurring theme, this hanging out in other people's apartments...well, let's just hope that Feste doesn't end up sleeping on their couch. That would be weird.

Daryn drops The Band.

The Band

Megumi: Long blue hair, female, blue eyes, bass player.

Arin: Blond, green eyes, drummer.

Aria: Reploid, black winged angelform, red hair, red eyes, backup vocals.

Daryn opens the door to their room when they get there and stuff...and inside is a rather messy (filled with books, instruments broken and unbroken, paper, and pizza) room that looks like it was meant to be nice until Daryn moved in.

"Hey guys." Daryn says.

"Yo." Arin, who is chewing on some cold pizza holds up a hand in greeting, says. "Name's Arin. This is Megumi...", he gestures to the blue-haired lady, and then gestures again to the angelform reploid and says, "And this is Aria."

The reploid bows, "Nice to meet you, sir."

The Fool scans the apartment and takes in the band with an appraising (but not judgemental, here -- his own flat's a terrible mess) eye. Strangely enough, he doesn't bow, but rather -- waves, cheerfully. Maybe he just got tired of bowing or something.

"I'm Feste, the Fool, and... ah, a pleasure to meet you all as well," he says, wearing one of his best disarming smiles. Well. They all seem nice enough. for rockstars.

Aria doesn't seem to mind the lack of bowing from Feste. Probably because she's too nice to care about what other people think. Oh right, she says, "Nice to meet you to Feste."

"We'll have to work out contract at some point." Megumi will say at some point, actually smiling at the reference. Apparently Daryn was right about her.

Arin adds, "Pizza?"

Yes, they all seem nice enough. And gee. They're offering him food.

"Yes, of course," Feste replies to Megumi, still smiling. "I would be glad to-- ...pizza? Certainly, sir." free food! whee!

Well, Arin and Aria are nice, Megumi nearly killeD Daryn three times, but Feste might be safe from her due to his Foolyness. Arin will offer him a slice of cold pizza. It's a supreme type. Rockers like supreme pizza.

Mm, supreme pizza. Feste eagerly wolfs it down, because, dammit, he's hungry. All that trumpet-playing can really work up an apetite. Here's to hoping it wasn't poisoned, or anything unpleasant like that.