Daryn arrives from the Great Britain.

Daryn has arrived.

France

No longer the world capital of love, France has been ground under the heel of Maverick rule. The Eiffel Tower, now resonating with Maverick radio waves, is still the tallest structure in France. The strong and rigid iron spire rises above it's beloved city of Paris, looking down upon an occupied city. Paris' museums and elements of human culture are still being gathered, reworked, or eliminated as the Mavericks see fit, the Lourve locked to all visitors. The reploid patrols keep Paris under a tight keep, but beyond the main, city one can still find a pleasant life of wine, love and art.

Contents: Contents:

Daryn [C]

Ice Sculpture Underground France (Scribe's Hideout)

Maverick Outpost [M]

West <W>: Northeastern Atlantic Ocean

South <S>: Iberian Peninsula

Northwest <NW>: Great Britain

Southeast <SE>: Switzerland

North <N>: Flemish States

East <E>: Germany

Up <U>: Sky Above Western Europe

<Global News Network> "Breaking news--" *zzt* "We interrupt this breaking news to bring you more breaking news! Famed rockstar Daryn Luna of Order and Chaos and his associate and bandmate, Feste--" Look, there's the Fool himself, stealing the spotlight. "Hello, world!" he chirps. "We beg you to join us at Notre Dame, in the noble city of Paris, France, for our Festival of Fools! Be not bogged down by the worries of this world, oh no, but come and join us for the rockin'est party of today!" He winks at the camera and returns to the festivities in the background. "Well, there you have it, folks! Join us here in Notre Dame for the party!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Snake Man transmits, "If they're ssserving free beer, at leassst they'll have one perssson in the audienssce."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Hmmm, free beer? Daryn, are we serving free beer?"

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "We -said- it was the rockin'est party of today, didn't we?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Aye, we did."

You activate your radio intercept ability.

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Hmm! I guess that means that there -is- free beer."

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

[Radio] Transmission detected: Well think about ... its ... ... hop ... ... ... ... away ... ... ... ... ... ... being the ... ... if ... were ... become infected he ... infect thousands before anyone cought ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ...

<Global News Network> Daryn wiggles his butt at the camera for a moment, "Come on, buddies! It's the Festival of Fools, so where's all the Mavericks?!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Snake Man transmits, "I guess Crash will be there, at leassst."

Wily Juicer arrives from the Great Britain.

Wily Juicer has arrived.

[Radio: (F) Public] Dr. Doppler transmits, "We're busy, thank you."

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... -are- ...

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

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Surely Mavericks like to party, too?"

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... is ... festival ... idiots. I believe it ... traditional.

[Radio: (F) Public] Shark Man transmits, "Dudes, I would, like, totally be there, but Number dude's slackin' again."

Iris arrives from the Switzerland.

Iris has arrived.

[Radio] Transmission detected: :sighs

[Radio: (F) Public] Dr. Doppler transmits, "We do indeed. You should have seen this year's Liberation Day celebration. Quite the event."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Oh, my sincere apologies, my good sir. We shall have to hold another one."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Liberation Day?"

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Suckitude, man! Yeah, we're gonna have to hold Festivals like weekly or somethin'."

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... I wonder ... ... Masters will be ... an appearance.

[Radio: (F) Public] Dr. Doppler transmits, "The day we liberated Paris and Berlin from human oppression."

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... ... cant ... ... there but...we can take ... of ... ... being somewhere ... yes?

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

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "So, is this-- anything like the Fourth of July? Do you... drink motor oil and barbecue pieces of plastic, in fine Maverick tradition?"

[Radio: (G) None] Cuauhtemoc transmits, "We can prevent the Masters from ruining the day of several hundred innocent citizens."

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "So when do you celebrate the day you -lost- Paris?"

[Radio: (G) None] Glaive transmits, "The masters will behave, if they step out of line there Mavericks will respond, and I am sure they do not want that."

[Radio: (G) None] Cuauhtemoc transmits, "The Mavericks do not control Paris. Why should they care?"

[Radio: (G) None] Glaive transmits, "There are probly Mavericks already there."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Dr. Doppler transmits, "Sometime in December, I believe." [Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "December, oh, that is a terrible month for parties."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Yeah, especially December 2nd."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Well-- except for Christmas. But that's different."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Christmas is more January-ey anyway."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Indeed it is."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Twelve days, you know."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] The Book of Daryn transmits, "That's the right of it."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Dr. Doppler transmits, "Regardless, I have a patient to attend. Guten Abend."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Goddag, doctor."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glaive transmits, "Hmm..free beer...makes me wonder about the quality of the music..."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Hey, the music is damn good!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glaive transmits, "Sure."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Come then one and all if you doubt me, you'll see different when you party!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glaive transmits, "I have better things to do...like help Sigmas with his paper work/"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Help the Sigmas huh?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glaive transmits, "((ooc:Signas))"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste sings, "Once a year we throw a party here in town, once a year we turn Paris all upside down..." Stops. "Oh, if all you have to do is paperwork, I pity you."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Yeah right."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glaive transmits, "Oh no, I really don't, I just do not like your music, it makes my Sonar screwy."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Oh, please."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Have you ever even *heard* our music?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glaive transmits, "Once. Mavericks were useing it to confuse my sonar when i worked for the Repliforce. I had to get it repaired and upgraded thanks to it."

Lights! Parades! Confetti! Balloons! Food vendors! Costumes! People dressed -in- costumes! Ugly people, beautiful people, dancing, music, acrobatics and tumbling of every shape and size! This is the festival of fools! And sitting on a giant parade float of a -duck-, Daryn swings his legs, strumming his guitar, "Yeah, yeah, yeaaah!", he flips up onto the ducks head, which boings a little under his weight, "Free Beer at the concession stands, but you have to pay for the pretzels and games! Be sure to get a few boozies in you before trying your hand if you need help to follow through on the namesake of today!", he raises his hands in the air, trying to stir up the ground into cheers and applauses, and maybe even succeeds, "Yell and shout and prance about my friends! You don't get to do throw inhibitions away just any day!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Oh /really?/ What song was it, then?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] The Book of Daryn says, calmly, "You're lying.", 'cause Glaive is.

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glaive transmits, "Meh, something about a party was all I could make out. You tend to not listen to things when your fighting for your life."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste to Daryn: "Yep. Liar."

Iris shows up with a number of very hippie-ish looking friends of hers, and they're all carrying in bongo drums. They're going to hold their drumming circle by hook or by crook! ...Even if this isn't a hemp fest...

[Radio: (F) Hunter] The Book of Daryn transmits, "I have not written a single song about a party. Maybe you're thinking of Baron Loona. His name sounds like mine, but he's really crappy."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Aye. German fellow. Likes to yodel. It's a crime against nature, I say."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Or is that Swiss? Hmm.."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glaive transmits, "Perhaps I am not caring. The sounds of the ocean are enough for me...very soothing."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Oh my. So tempting, so very tempting. Daryn, be my conscience, will you?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] The Book of Daryn transmits, "I think he's both, Feste. *audible shudder*"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glaive transmits, "I thought Yodeling was Dutch?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Mmmno."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Your conscience? Me? Um hm... Well, okay. ... ... Throwing Glaive in the ocean is .. uh .. good, 'mean bad! Bad!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Will mocking him thoroughly before the world audience be alright, then?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Or would it just be mean? I'm faced with such a terrible moral dilemma."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] The Book of Daryn transmits, "ooc: Glaive = him btw"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Hmm.... Well, normally it'd be mean, but today's a special day!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "... I'll think about it. Oo! Beignets! Be right back."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glaive transmits, "Eh..I do not require oxygen and can swim very deep in the ocean. But do try and make fun of me Via a song I do not listen to. You do not even know my name."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Yeah, but if we say 'that idiot' everybody will know who we're talking about."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glaive transmits, "Being called an idiot by the source of idiocy."

Daryn hops a bit on the duck, and then actually -falls off-. At least, it looks like he's falling off! The crowd gasps, some people cover their eyes, some parents cover the eyes and ears of their children! But Daryn is not so easily defeated! He twists at the last moment to land on his feet, the ground lightly cracking underneath his feet, "Why here we have a celebrity today! Iris of Repliforce and her friends! Everybody give a shout to Iris! Say her name, stomp your feet!"

The crowd, caught, does so. Daryn stomps his feet too to a rhythm and the crowd follows like obedient dogs. "Iris! Iris! Whassup whassup baby doll, you enjoying The Festival y'all? Are those bongo drums you carry? Will you play them to the rhythm for me?", he stomps his feet some more, flinging his guitar in the air and catching it in his hand.

[Radio: (F) Hunter] The Book of Daryn honestly, "But you just met me, sir, you don't even know me, you don't know what I'm doing, you know nothing, is that not idiotic? Shouldn't you be -here-, hmm?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glaive transmits, "No."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] The Book of Daryn bursts out laughing.

Iris takes a bow to Daryn, and to the others in the crowd. She motions to her friends, and all of them have a seat in a large circle, drums in front of them. "OK, we'll play your rhythm," she replies. "OK guys...let's hit it!"

The circle of drummers start up, and the resulting beat sounds downright tribal.

Noble Griffon arrives from the Sky Above Western Europe.

Noble Griffon has arrived.

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glyde Loath transmits, "*taptaptaps microphone* Heeeeeey?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Denise Marmalade transmits, "Hey?"

Noble Griffon comes in for a landing, rather gracefully for one his size, touching down gently in an open park area, moving curiously towards the festivities.

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glyde Loath transmits, "Ooh! A FEMALE voice! *cough, ahem* Hello!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glyde Loath transmits, "Are there any....rennisance dressed, half naked fools to be found at the place?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glyde Loath transmits, "Preferably men?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Kalinka transmits, "Glyde, you are too much, you know that? Much too much."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glyde Loath transmits, "Hey! You! Kalinka. How are you?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] The General transmits, "I believe Kalinka was doing quite well. It was a relief when she was found alive."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glyde Loath transmits, "And please. Give me some credit. I spent yesterday digging for you."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glyde Loath transmits, "I realize, my good sir. I found her."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glaive transmits, "Yes, thank you for the help Glyde."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Kalinka transmits, "I am doing much better, and thank you. I appreciate you looking, very much."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Denise Marmalade transmits, "GLYDE? ... I know who you are."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glyde Loath transmits, "Oh, you know who I am? Of course you do. Most people do. *can almost be heard to be buffing himself*"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste munchmunchmunch. "Mf. I come again to-- oh, no. That Glaive fellow hasn't run off before I can give him a good thorough mocking, has he?

Daryn dances around with the rhythm, "Of course there can't be a festival without music! We haven't even done anythin foolish! We can do better, can't we do better? Tell me, can you do better!?"

The crowd lets out a cheer, 'YEaaaah!'

Daryn cocks his head to one side, "Maybe it's the DRUMS but I still can't hearya!"

"Yeaaaah!"

"Much better, much better! We need someone on the duck, care to trust your luck?", he grins and hops back onto the duck float, patting the belly of the duck. A slot machine pops out with various odd symbols, "Will something good come your way, or something silly come and play!" He starts singling out crowd members, pointing to them and offering them a place up onto the duck float!

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Hello? Hellooooo? Paperwork boy, have you run off and jumped into the ocean in your moral cowardice?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] The Book of Daryn transmits, "He's dead, Jim!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Akk! Pity, pity, pity. I shall weep for him. /After/ I get another beignet. Mm."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glyde Loath transmits, "Anyway. You need not give thanks. Kalinka, she taught me a valuable lesson about my own humanity yesterday. Even after I say I hate someone, I can't very well let them die. Just like I couldn't very well let everyone else die. So, yeah. So I helped. And I dug. And it was good. I saved lives. I have a warm fuzzy. Especially because I was able to help *YOU*."

The Fool himself appears at the edge of the crowd, dressed in his *motley* and licking the remains of a beignet's powdered sugar coating from his fingers. He looks positively delighted to be here, and probably is. When Daryn starts singling people out, he throws up a hand and the be-motleyed wrist that follows it. "Oo! Oo! Pick me! Pick me!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Oh, sir!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "You have taught me a very important lesson."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] The Book of Daryn transmits, "I am filled with a powerful heart! It fills my fists with power! It tells me to defeat you! *whoosing noises*"

Daryn points towards Feste, "Good, you! Come up here friend! Everybody's a winner in the end! Though that winner may not be you!", he grins and scans the crowd, picking out Noble Griffon PERSONALLY, "You, you, you come too! After Feste, it's your turn, or your round? Who knows! Bwahahaha!", he then whispers a bit, "Hope y'enjoy slapstick, bud, one zenny to play.", he winks and then looks up to the crowd, "Shall we see if motley gives an advantage in this little game?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Oh my. Don't hurt yourself, Daryn."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Ow!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "I told you not to hurt yourself."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Yeah, but I'm a very contrary person!"

The Fool merrily makes his way out of the crowd up to the float, grinning like a loon all the way. "Eeheeheehee, slapstick in motley, oh, I love it. Brilliant, brilliant," he murmurs happily to himself. Once up on the float, he waits patiently, fidgeting a minimal amount.

"I think it should," Feste quips. "I am a professional Fool, after all. Oo, what say you of those drums, sir? Quite smashing, if I do say so myself."

Long distance to Glyde Loath: Feste sadfaces. Were you going to come to the party?

Daryn points towards Feste, "Good, you! Come up here friend! Everybody's a winner in the end! Though that winner may not be you!", he grins and scans the crowd, picking out Noble Griffon PERSONALLY, "You, you, you come too! After Feste, it's your turn, or your round? Who knows! Bwahahaha!", he then whispers a bit, "Hope y'enjoy slapstick, bud, one zenny to play.", he winks and then looks up to the crowd, "Shall we see if motley gives an advantage in this little game?" (repose for ye!)

Noble Griffon ducks down a bit, trying to blend in with the crowd, If he were programmed to blush, he would be... The very idea of going up on stage like that.....He shakes it off, and chases down a hot Pastry vendor, Buying himself a steaming hot treat.

Iris remains in her drumming circle, BOOMboomboomboomBOOMboomboomboomBOOMbooomboomboom.

Mai Atsuki arrives from the Great Britain.

Mai Atsuki has arrived.

Daryn whispers something to Feste. Something that says 'you have to track that griffonbot down afterwards, maybe take Iris up 'ere too, 'coz she's -Iris-.", he then crouches and peers at the drum circle, tapping his feet with the rhythm. TAPtaptaptapTAPtaptaptapTAPtaptaptap. "We have a -professional-, ladies and gentlemen!", he nods his head with the rhythm, "Yeah, it's got the bashin' too, and the beatin'!", he winks and says, "Maybe this lovely lady can handle the lever while I pick out new victi-ahh, players, Feste? Or are you ready noooow?"

Daryn is also, for Mai's sake, on a duck float.

Retro Packrat arrives from the Great Britain.

Retro Packrat has arrived.

Storm Eagle arrives from the Flemish States.

Storm Eagle has arrived.

The Festival of Fools is in full swing here in Notre Dame. Games and performances and all manner of things are taking place all over the old church's grounds, though the Twelfth Night has long, long passed. The citizens of Paris are apparently glad for any chance to party hardy -- because a lot of them are here!

The main attraction seems to be the two most Foolish hosts of the party: Daryn Luna and Feste. They are currently near a duck float with a slot machine, surrounded by a crowd of partygoers. Iris and some of her hippie friends are providing background music in the form of bongo drums.

Chill Snowcat receives a radio transmission.

You intercept Bowie's transmission to Chill Snowcat: Ah feel old.

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "Bowie, is that you?"

Chill Snowcat sends a radio transmission to Kalinka.

You intercept Chill Snowcat's transmission to Kalinka: Awww Bowie says he feels old....

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "You sound positively wasted. Are you quite alright?"

Storm Eagle flies in, quietly for a change. He comes to a halt, perching for a moment next to the gargoyles on top of Notre Dame Cathedral. Large gatherings draw his attention, especially so close to the eastern border. He did decide to leave Carbon home, last thing he needs is her dragging him into some foolish recreational activity.

[Radio] Bowie sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "...tired, sore, but livin."

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "Glad to hear it. I suppose you're not in a partying mood, then. Which is a terrible, terrible pity."

Noble Griffon wanders the crowd munching on this and that, sampling the drinks, and just generally having a good time.

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

Hay guys what's going on in this festival?

Mai is wearing her nice silky dress and has a tessen on her waist as she walks about, looking in shops. She doesn't have a HUGE amount of interest in the deep symbolic tradition of European foolishness due to her cultural prejudice.

But she DOES like to buy clothes. And she does so!

Feste hmmmms as Daryn whispers in his ear, then nods once. He'll do that. Oh yes, he will. In the meantime, however--! "I am indeed, Master Luna! Whenever you are, anyway."

Blues arrives from the Great Britain.

Blues has arrived.

[Radio] Transmission detected: @Echelon Echidna transmits "Fortress 3 preparing to land ... ... ... ... preparations. All ground ... ... the fields!"

[Radio] Transmission detected: @The General transmits "Right ... ...

Chill Snowcat has decided he needs a break. The snowcat at least went through a wash cycle before coming to the show. His head is lowered as he yawns and then shakes out his fur. Staying in his four legged mode, he pads through the crowd, looking for a nice place to relax and watch the atmosphere.

Retro Packrat is probably late in coming to the festival. He also seems to have not thought coming her through much, considering the distinct lack of funds he finds on his moneycard. "Oi...I knew I should have put more on this, he mutters, pocketing it and heading about. Quite the festival it seems. "It's a good thing I left Kurt behind. Who knows just how crazy he'd go with all this noise," he says, before he peers toward the duck float where the main attractions seem to be. "Huh? What's going on up there?" he asks out loud, veering away from the snack vendor he was heading to and walking toward the Rockstar Fools instead.

Chill Snowcat sends a radio transmission.

You intercept Chill Snowcat's transmission to Bowie: Feel free to speak to me if you need help. I'm here fer you and Kalinka always. I'm glad I could find you.

[Radio] You send Bowie a direct message: "It's all one. Don't sweat it."

Chill Snowcat sends a radio transmission to Kalinka.

You intercept Chill Snowcat's transmission to Kalinka: Feel free to speak to me if you need help. I'm here fer you and Bowie always. I'm glad I could find you.

Storm Eagle drops Fussilade Sparrow.

Daryn watches Mai walk for a moment (she seems to be gazing in the upper area however of her body), bonking his head on the slot machine, which elicits crowd laughter. It was probably an intentional joke. Rubbing his head exageratedly, he stumbles towards the lever and says, "Heeeeere we go!", he pulls the lever down and then...The reels roll!

MALLET! MALLET! RACCOON! "You win!" Daryn shouts as the chest of the duck opens up suddenly and a big squeeky mallet pops out and tries to bonk Feste on the head! Then a raccoon leaps out for Daryn's face and clings to it, and claws at it, and Daryn screams, "AUUGH! AUUGH! It's got my eye! It's got my eye!", Daryn's cyborg eye pops out and lands on Iris's drum. It winks at her.

Chill Snowcat receives a radio transmission from Bowie.

You intercept Bowie's transmission to Chill Snowcat: Thankee, Chill....Ah mean that.

Fussilade Sparrow lowers from the sky, perching next to Storm and grumbling, "..." Storm glances at him, and then back to the goings on below. Fussilade mutters, "Short-cake! What did that baker mean by that?! Was he calling me Short...I should've punched his lights out!!" The former air commander glances at his subordinate, "Why are you here?" Fussilade hrms, "Carbon thought you might need someone to look after you." Storm shakes his head, "Idiot woman." He glances back down to the gathering, "This gathering appears peaceful enough."

Chill Snowcat receives a radio transmission from Kalinka.

You intercept Kalinka's transmission to Chill Snowcat: OK, thank you Chilly, I appreciate it.

Iris stops drumming, though her compadres continue to drum away. "I spy with my little eye...an eye, oh my!" she says with delight, ricocheting Daryn's eyeball off of her drum. <BOIOIOIOINNNG>

Feste has been hit with a squeaky mallet! <3 <3 <3

The Fool comically skooshes and acks as he's hit with a squeaky mallet. (oh nos!) He rubs his head, and turns to see Daryn being attacked by a racoon! Oh nos! Feste does his best to remove the racoon.

This can only end in tears.

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... available ... combat-ready ... ... ... ... in the ... Field.

Mai Atsuki emerges from a little boutique - JUST in time to see an eyeball go flying! "Oh that is /so/ gross," she comments, shaking her head once and then turning to try and push through the crowd towards the next almost-deserted boutique.

You say, "Daryn! I think you lost an eye!"

Retro Packrat manages to walk by just in time to see the slots stop and the results hit both of the fools. The malleting is ignored, however, in lieu of the more serious looking consequences that hit Daryn. Eyes widen as he sees Daryn's own eye pop out...and Iris the Drummer Girl just pound it back into the air with her bongos. "...what the hell kind of show is this?" he asks out loud, officially weirded out by the display.

Daryn says, "Eye can't see it!"

Noble Griffon picks his way through the crowd, trying not to be a ten foot tall Robot in a human-sized city, and halfway succeeding. At least he's not stepping on things. He finds a nice high stoop to sit on, and spreads his wings a bit, to show off his costume, really enjoying the festivities.

Feste makes a show of thinking for a second, and then reaches into his pocket. "Aha!" He pulls out a small apple. "Try this?"

Storm Eagle just keeps watching the goings on from his perch, with his front gunnery officer at his side.

Chill Snowcat sends a radio transmission.

You intercept Chill Snowcat's transmission to Dr. Cossack: Greetings Dr. Cossack, How is Bowie and Kalinka's condition?

Chill Snowcat receives a radio transmission from Dr. Cossack.

You intercept Dr. Cossack's transmission to Chill Snowcat: Kalinka is fine. Just dehydrated. Eye is much better. Bowie vill be up and around by end of day.

Noble Griffon smiles, ans gets up from his seat, flowing through the crowd to where the eye was batted. He picks it up, inspecting it for cracks, and tosses it back to it's original owner.

Chill Snowcat sends a radio transmission.

You intercept Chill Snowcat's transmission to Dr. Cossack: I'm very glad to hear that sir. I know you do not like the UN. However, I have put an application with Interpol. The additional discipline and training will hopefully make me acceptable again to the Hunters. Thank you for caring for the two of them.

Mai Atsuki emerges from her latest boutique, looking horrified. Her reason why - well, she can't say, exactly. But it throws her off her game enough to get jostled by an overaffectionate frenchman - and once you've been touched by a Frenchman, you're doomed to join their parade! (Well... actually, she just ends up in the press of people surrounding the Big Float. But nonethless, there's a lot of cursing on her part involved in this.)

Chill Snowcat receives a radio transmission from Dr. Cossack.

You intercept Dr. Cossack's transmission to Chill Snowcat: ...uh, sure, Chill. But veally, zhanks is not necessary.

Daryn blinks his remaining eye at Iris, looking a bit befuddled and surprised at the same time, "Well here...here is a real foolish spirit right here, I sense it!", he wiggles his arms to Iris, "You're the next contestant! Yahooiee!", he hops off the float, and glances around, looking for his eye for the moment, leaving Feste to deal with whomever comes up next! His path leads him towards Mai first, but it might not be that way for long. A guy next to Retro bursts out laughing in response to his query.

The flying eye zooms over Retro's head, then begins descending on a collision course with Mai. Oh DEAR.

Noble Griffon smiles as the throng passes, and he notes the Strider struggling in the midst of the throng. Having a nearly thirteen foot wingspan reaaly comes in handy sometime, and pressing through and redirecting a crowd is one of them. Soon there's a temporary passage from an empty alley to the crowdpressed Mia. "May I offer the lady some assistance?", he intones, bowing his head....

Feste is left holding the apple. Oh nos! Guess that means Daryn doesn't need it. "Hm! Suppose he's not needing the apple of his eye," the Fool pronounces, snickering at his own awful pun, and then taking a big bite out of the apple. But on to business, right?

"Sho!" cries the Fool around a mouthful of apple, "Irish, oo're next, eh? Come on up! Take a shpin, dear." *gulp* He waits patiently, leaning on the one-armed bandit. And jingling. So many bells!

Feste also rather haphazardly tosses a racoon into the crowd. Just-- over his shoulder. Just like that. *fling*

Mai Atsuki's jaw drops slightly as she sees a large semi-mythical creature land and spread its wings, dislodging dirty frenchmen (sacre bleu! they say, ho ho ho, their blue cannot help them now!). And then she puts one hand on her hip and says wryly, "Are you asking me for a date?"

And then she's hit in the head with a raccoon, and turns around, saying something naughty in Japanese.

Retro Packrat turns and glares at the guy beside him, frowning. "What's so funny?" he says...before he watches the eye fly over him toward a certain strider. "...right, something definitely wrong with this show...definitely wrong."

Noble Griffon stiffens a bit, and you get the distinct impression that, if machines blushed, he'd be red faced. "Ummm.. Err.. I.. Uh.. No, Ma'am. I was just... Enjoying the festivities, and I saw you were in diffaculty. My.. My father tells me to always offer assistance, especially to a lady. ", and bows low.

Storm Eagle hrms, having apparently seen enough. He and Fussilade launch off into the French sky, headed for germany

Storm Eagle takes Fussilade Sparrow.

Storm Eagle enters the Germany.

Storm Eagle has left.

[Radio] Transmission detected: All ... check ... and prepare ... liftoff.

Mai Atsuki covers her mouth with the back of one hand and chuckles. "Well, alright then --" She crouches down to pick up the raccoon by its tail, causing fuss and chatter. She holds the noisome little mammal out towards the Griffin, saying sweetly, "Go give this back to those nice people on the float, would you?"

Blues enters the Great Britain.

Blues has left.

Daryn slides on over to Retro, "Do we have a malcontent here today? Perhaps you'll like to join in the play?", he leans forward with his single eye. He pretty much gave up on his super flying eye. It was probably a trick eye!

Noble Griffon "Ummm... Certainly... Ugh..", holding the thing in one ham sized fist, very gently, and carrying it over to The Fool. "I believe you lost this? "he inquires, holding up the frightened looking critter, perring out the end of his fist.

Chill Snowcat stretches a bit and just smiles for now. Its peaceful in a large group of people kind of way.

The Fool continues waiting patiently for Iris to come up to the float... until he's presented with a raccoon. He stares at the poor thing entrapped in Noble's fist, eyes wide. "Errr. No?"

Iris finally climbs up on the float. "Sorry, the drum's heavy...I'm not going anywhere without my tribal drum!"

Mai Atsuki, at this point, starts to sneak off towards the boutiques again!

Until the Frenchmen appear. They stare at her with their beady eyes, their breath rank with garlic and cheap cigarettes. She stares at them warily for a moment; they are grumpy that they could not properly appreciate this tall woman. And then -- she turns and runs!

Noble Griffon shrugs, and wanders over to the sttreetcorner. What the hell do you do with a raccoon? The thing chitters nervously, scrabbling at his claw, until he buys it some peanuts in an atempt to placate it while he trys to think. It halfway works. It eats them, rather quickly, then begins to gnaw his thumb again. Finally, he just takes off, disappearing ito the evening sky, returning about 110 minutes later, sans raccoon.

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Darned artist's block.."

Retro Packrat peers at Daryn, still frowning at the one-eyed Mr. Loon-a. "Um....no, that's alright, really. I'm worry about what participating in this would do to my sanity at this point."

Phew! Raccoon is gone. Feste returns his attention to the slot machine to find Iris newly arrived. "Ah! There you are, my lady. Take a chance, hey? Pull the lever!" He laughs, and the crowd laughs with him, cheering for Iris to pull! pull! pull!

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Quick Man transmits, "Darned artists."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Hey now."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Hm?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Artists are uniquely talented and immensely valuable creatures!"

Iris rubs her hands together, makes a wish, then...ca-ching! She pulls the slot machine lever. "C'mon, big money!" Whatever that means.

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "..uh, yeah, I should know. Why else would I be saying 'darned artists' block'?"

Daryn says after Iris, "Big prizes! I love it!", he reaches for Retro's hand/paw, "Sanity is overrated, so is madness, so I think maybe we can just have fun, hm?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Oo, that's a pity."

[Radio] Transmission detected: All ... personnel prepare ... disembark. ... ride ... get ...

<Global News Network> -BREAKING NEWS!- "Paper Parrot here, we're getting sketchy reports and visuals here, but it appears that the latest strings of the Maverick and Masters against the world at large has provoked a rather incredible sight upon the hotly-contested Balkan Peninsula.." The display flicks to a grainy visual capture of the Repliforce Air Platform, Fortress III, approaching from the waters of the Indian Ocean. As it closes in, it begins firing it's anti-personnel batteries towards the mainland. "More on this as this startling strike unfolds!

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Holy -crap- that's a huge airship.."

[Radio: (G) None] Glaive transmits, "Never a dull moment...I am currently busy with Punk."

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... ... thought ... was still ... ... ... is Storm Eagle ... ... ... ... ... the Osprey. ... ... ... no ... ... ... ... to...do something.

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Ancient 8-bit music is transmitted over the global broadband: the Super Mario Brothers 3 "Doom Ship" theme once again is heard accompanying the images of the F3 in action.

[Radio] Transmission detected: ...All ... ... ... the Balkan ...

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

<Global News Network> OOC: Correction - Mediterranean Sea.

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... I'm ... ... middle of ... the anti-aircraft batteries. ... why we ... them."

The Fool grins conspiratorially as Iris pulls the lever. He shifts to watch the reels spin.

They spin... and spin... and spin...

...apple!

...cherry!

...banana!

Feste and the crowd cheer loudly. But what of the prize? The Fool reaches into the slot and pulls out-- a Carmen Miranda hat, full of fruit, and places it upon Iris' head! "Winner!"

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... sounds somewhat ,...)

displeased ... ... ... ... ... unable. My ... motive systems have malfunctioned."

[Radio] Transmission detected: The sweeping ... of Death ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ...an ... insertion? ... rely on ... ... ... heavily. They will be destroyed.

Chill Snowcat laughs at Iris's prize and shakes his head a little.

Iris says, "Yaaaaaay!!!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Hailstorm Eagle idly hums along with it.

Retro Packrat sighs as he's dragged up to the float anyways, shaking his head once he's up there. "Right," he mutters at Daryn's bits of encouragement...before he blinks at the prize Iris wins on the slots. "...a fruit hat? That's...interesting,"

[Radio] Transmission detected: Noted. ... ... ... ... the batteries ... ... ... ... ... engage any ... force. ... ... ... ... to draw ... F3's ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... it be feasable ... ... ... the platform ... then make one's ... ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: Of the ... 3? ... ... be ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... of ... ... ... ... ... ... impossible with ... ... of the hand of the ...

[Radio: (G) None] Glaive transmits, "Punk has been Defeated."

[Radio: (G) None] Liese Schreiner sounds rather eager. "/Killed/?"

[Radio: (G) None] Signas transmits, "Dd he flee, or did you E-ring him?"

[Radio: (G) None] Glaive transmits, "Yes."

[Radio: (G) None] Glaive transmits, "E-ringed."

[Radio: (G) None] Dr. Cossack transmits, "You arr ^&(&tink me. Glaive, I am highly impressed."

[Radio: (G) None] Glaive transmits, "Do not think me, I finished him off."

[Radio: (G) None] Durandal transmits, "Sweetness."

Noble Griffon Returns, having deposited the Raccoon in the rural areas outside the city.

[Radio: (G) None] Signas transmits, "Indeed - excellent, excellent work. Punk is not an opponent to be underestimated."

[Radio: (G) None] Glaive transmits, " ((ooc:Thank))"

[Radio: (G) None] Liese Schreiner transmits, "Oh, there was aid? - I do not mean to insult you, it is simply that it is rare for one alone to defeat them."

Daryn blinks, hesitating in his approach for a moment. Then, grinning, he tugs Retro along and says, "yum yum, that looks tasty, will you be as lucky, old buddy old pal?", he places Retro in the perfect position before he ... pulls the lever!

Seven! Seven! Racoon!

"Lucky you! You win a...", he reaches into the slot and tugs out a giant inflatable '7' with lots of candy inside! He offers it to Retro, "Here you go-AAACGKKK!!", he also screams as another racccoon lunges at his face, "Aggh! Aggh! Don't put it in there!", he flings the raccoon away (which ironically goes sailing straight for Noble Griffon), and when Daryn lowers his hand, he has both eyes again!

[Radio: (G) None] Magma Dragoon transmits, "Actually. Glaive was the aid."

[Radio: (G) None] Glaive transmits, "Magma Took him on one on one untill He was injured. I jumped in to back him up."

[Radio: (G) None] Glaive transmits, "Do not Congradulate me. Magma Deserves the credit."

[Radio: (G) None] Dr. Cossack transmits, "Vegardless. Both of you arr to be commended. Punk is extremely obnoxious."

[Radio: (G) None] Signas transmits, "You are both to be commended for your actions - you've let the Robot Masters know that we are not going to take their assault lying down."

[Radio: (G) None] Glaive transmits, "Magma You need help getting back to base?"

The Fool watches the raccoon leap out of the machine in shock and terror. "Akk! It's back! It's BACK!" He leaps off the float and hurries away into the crowd. "Run away! Run away! AAAAAAAAA--oo, beignets!" Yep, he's gone.

Mai Atsuki, at this point, is continuing to flee the mob of excitable Frenchmen. Who are not going very fast, but neither is she, due to the press of the crowd. What are they shouting at her? Best not to ask!

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Magma Dragoon transmits, "Masters.. I hope you will take things more seriously now."

[Radio: (G) None] Liese Schreiner transmits, "Excellent start."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Punk transmits, "OOC: BAH!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glaive transmits, "Punk is DEAD. That is for Michael! AND YOUR NEXT GEMINI!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Dust Man transmits, "Huh? Because of that new show, 'Trading Central Nervous Systems?' But I like it.."

[Radio: (G) None] Durandal transmits, "Is anyone available to help me lift some things?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "'Trading Central Nervous Systems'? Sounds scary."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Pharaoh Man transmits, "Tell me, 'Glaive', how is Alpha? Dead I hope?"

Noble Griffon Catches it beautifully. "Say now, this is going too.... Do you have permits for these..."Stops...ponders..." Do you Need Raccoon handling permits?" He sighs, and gives up, setting this one down to scurry away, looking up to see who pulls next. He also keeps an amused eye on the strider, making sure her drunken persuers don't accidently go too far, amd piss off a Strider...

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Alpha!? What happened to her?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Pharaoh Man transmits, "She got in my way."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glaive transmits, "She is just fine. A little hurt."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Foucalt transmits, "That's it."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Pharaoh Man transmits, "Pity. Like her mother, she proves repeatedly hard to kill."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Oo! My goodness."

[Radio: (G) None] Glaive transmits, "Should I take him back to Base?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Demolition Man transmits, "Hey! Mister Master guy! Did you tell Ballade what I asked you to?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Everyone's in your way, Wilybot. You won't have it any other way."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Pharaoh Man transmits, "I haven't seen Ballade, yet."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Pharaoh, sir, that was uncalled for."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Pharaoh Man transmits, "I'll do as I please, fool."

Daryn sends a radio transmission.

[Radio] Daryn sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "By The Way, buddy, now that the Mavvies are busy getting their butts kicked, shall we summon ... the special float? *there is a thunder crash. odd, it's still day.*"

[Radio: (G) None] Foucalt transmits, "Hey Duran? You about?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "You ought not besmirch the honor of such a lady, 'tis bad form."

[Radio: (G) None] Durandal transmits, "Yup."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Liese Schreiner transmits, "Really, Masters - do you think that killing us will /stop/ us?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Hailstorm Eagle mutters something.

[Radio: (G) None] Foucalt transmits, "Wanna get that asstastic loser Ra for hurting Aly?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Pharaoh Man transmits, "It certainly makes us feel better."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Dust Man transmits, "I don't think Father had manners in mind for Pharaoh.."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Aye. They are vampires and zombies. Death cannot stop them! They will come for you from beyond the grave!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Ooo, scary!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Demolition Man transmits, "Oh. Okay! Well, remember, please! I really do feel bad I made him explode like that. ...though he really does explode REALLY REALLY COOL."

Daryn receives a radio transmission from Feste.

[Radio] You send Daryn a direct message: "I vote for!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "... augh, the mental image."

[Radio: (G) None] Durandal transmits, "What, you mean right now?"

[Radio: (G) None] Glaive transmits, "I am uninjured. I am escorting Magma Back to base."

[Radio: (G) None] Liese Schreiner transmits, "He deserves neither fairness nor a sporting chance. I would help, but we should likely take a third, to be certain."

[Radio: (G) None] Glaive transmits, "Allow me to recover my Fuel reserves and I will join you."

Retro Packrat just...stares at the raccoon as it lunges at Daryn, the candy 7 handed to him almost forgotten. After all, a rabid raccoon is a lot more interesting, isn't it?

Daryn sends a radio transmission.

[Radio] Daryn sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I vote for! How about you, Holy Sh*t Blade? *Daryn then says in a squeeky voice* Nay! *Daryn says in normal voice* Overruled! *the 'sword'* I object! *Daryn says again* Overruled! *The sword* Dang."

[Radio: (G) None] Foucalt transmits, "I shouldn't do it now...but soon."

[Radio: (G) None] Magma Dragoon transmits, "Make sure to inform him.. Punk's currently sprawled out over the Moscow street. I'm sure the Masters will want to get him back."

[Radio: (G) None] Liese Schreiner transmits, "Why?"

Daryn receives a radio transmission.

[Radio] You send Daryn a direct message: "Right on! You give that sword whatfor, show 'im who's boss."

[Radio: (G) None] Liese Schreiner transmits, "Let Moscow traffic run over his wrecked body."

[Radio: (G) None] Foucalt transmits, "Bring back Punk's limbs."

[Radio: (G) None] Durandal transmits, "Yeah, count me in, Fou. Do me a favor, though?"

[Radio: (G) None] Foucalt transmits, "Actually. Bring back his body, but leave his head."

[Radio: (G) None] Foucalt transmits, "Whassat?"

[Radio: (G) None] Blues transmits, "I have a better idea."

[Radio: (G) None] Signas transmits, "The opposite of that, Foucalt. Zero has expressed a desire for Punk's head."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Hailstorm Eagle transmits talons chipping on ice.. then a CRACK and shatter. "Not again.."

[Radio: (G) None] Foucalt transmits, "Then bring that."

[Radio: (G) None] Liese Schreiner transmits, "So, how can we bring out Pharaoh Man without causing a Master rush?"

[Radio: (G) None] Blues transmits, "Someone get a cross, and some nails."

[Radio: (G) None] Glaive transmits, "Heh heh heh..I like how you think Blues."

[Radio: (G) None] Liese Schreiner is silent for a few moments. And then, slowly, begins to laugh.

[Radio: (G) None] Foucalt transmits, "I'm sure that Duran and I can E-Ring Pharaoh Man."

[Radio] You send Blues a direct message: "*curtly* Excuse me."

Daryn watches the raccoon skitter away. A few shrieks and eeks (by the frenchmen) later and Daryn turns to look to Retro Packrat, "Well Congratulations, now we have one more spin of the reel, if we don't find out who the King of Fools is this time, then we never will!", he points straight for Noble Griffon, "You, sir, you are next! You whom have mightily handled raccoons! Come up stairs, my fine feathered friend!", he scans the crowd for Feste for a moment but if he spots the lad he makes no sign.

[Radio: (G) None] Durandal transmits, "Get over here to Elysium and use your magic gravity spells to help me move some funiture around."

[Radio] Blues sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "What do you want?"

[Radio] You send Blues a direct message: "I have a question. Would you care to answer it?"

[Radio: (G) None] Foucalt transmits, "...'Magic Gravity Spells'? Well..at least I know that when my career as a hunter is over, I can become a Piano mover."

[Radio] Blues sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Depends on the question."

[Radio] You send Blues a direct message: "I'd like to know when it was that you descended to the level of Robot Masters and heathen? Just curious, of course."

[Radio: (G) None] Foucalt transmits, "Where in Elysium?"

Chill Snowcat chuckles softly as he waits to see what happens to Noble. Perhaps it is good that he wasn't chosen for this honor. He moves forward to watch and see what happens.

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

[Radio] You send Blues a direct message: "*mildly sweet* You ought not to crucify people during Lent. It's bad form. Wrecks everything come Eastertide. Don't you think?"

Noble Griffon starts, and looks around, makng sure he's not referring to another feathered individual. Seeing none, he chuckles, and spreads his multicolored wings, sending a cascade of colors dancing across the street below as he soars over the croed, landing neatly on the stage, folding his wings.

[Radio: (G) None] Durandal transmits, "Not gonna say over this freq, odds are it's been hacked already...*muttermutter* Use the teleporters from the FSH."

[Radio] Blues sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I'm not a religious individual. I don't care."

[Radio: (G) None] Signas transmits, "Also, if any Robot Master attempts to retrieve Punk's body... inform me. If they are foolish enough to attempt a recovery, we'll have to add a second tally to our roster."

[Radio: (G) None] Foucalt transmits, "You dolt. I /did/. I'm in the Teleporter room."

[Radio: (G) None] Liese Schreiner transmits, "This is genius."

[Radio: (G) None] Liese Schreiner transmits, "/Bait/."

[Radio: (G) None] Glaive transmits, "Damn IT! Magnet man Got here!"

[Radio] You send Blues a direct message: "I didn't ask if you /cared/. I asked when you started picking up the customs of your enemy."

[Radio: (G) None] Liese Schreiner transmits, "Where is 'here'?"

[Radio: (G) None] Foucalt transmits, "Kill him too."

[Radio] Blues sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I don't take on the traits of anyone in particular. I just do whatever is appropriate to me."

[Radio: (G) None] Durandal transmits, "Meet me in the barracks, Fou."

[Radio] Blues sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "In this situation, I'd be perfectly fine with nailing Punk to a cross and sending him back to Doctor Wily like this."

[Radio] You send Blues a direct message: "Oh. So, Pontius, shall we create another martyr?"

Retro Packrat just smuggles off his candy-filled 7, jumping down from the float and heading back toward the vendors he wanted to go do before. This attraction is just too too odd for him.

[Radio: (G) None] Foucalt transmits, "On my way."

[Radio] Blues sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I have better things to do than argue with you regarding morals and ethics."

[Radio] You send Blues a direct message: "I know. You have someone to crucify."

[Radio: (G) None] Glaive transmits, "Magnet man Is makeing a Run for Punk! I cant Leave Dragoon by himself though...Sorry, no head from punk.."

[Radio] Blues sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Or not."

Daryn walks over to a lever, and pulls on it!

One Crown!

"Wow, we've really got it going!", Another Crown! "One MORE!! Hope it isn't a RACCOON!!", and then...DRUMROLL!!!

A third crown pops onto the slot machine. Immediately, the head of the duck explodes in a shower of confetti and glitter. Obscured for a moment, a giant...head...begins to fly out of the duck's head. It flies upward, and upward, and grows, and inflates to the size of a small blimp! It appears...Yes it is! It's a Giant SIGMA head! With a goofy grin, and his tongue sticking out, the Giant Sigma head wears the Giant Crown Of Fools on his pretty Big head. He hovers in the air ominously.

"Well!" Daryn says, "It looks like we have our King of Fools! Thank you oh Noble Griffon!", he didn't really know the name, it was a coincidence...you know, griffon + adjective.

[Radio] You send Blues a direct message: "I do hope you enjoy it. Consider the knowledge that your channel is insecure a gift from me."

[Radio: (G) None] Magma Dragoon transmits, "Hope you don't mind some serious repairs when I get back, Cossack."

[Radio: (G) None] Foucalt transmits, "Magma can handle himself!"

[Radio: (G) None] Foucalt transmits, "GO GET MAGNET."

[Radio: (G) None] Liese Schreiner transmits, "En route."

Noble Griffon stammers for a moment, and double-takes, looking up at the giant Sigma-head. "Huh..Wha...What? ", he looks very confused and awkward, but tries to maintain some dignity. "King...King of Fools you say... Heh... Sounds fun..... What is it?", looking from the mockup head to the Master of ceremonies.

[Radio: (G) None] Glaive transmits, "Magnet Blinked, I am makeing a search of the area!"

<Global News Network> "Live from Notre Dame! It appears that the King Of Fools has been chosen this year!", the image cuts to the picture of a GIANT FLYING SIGMA HEAD! It's the size of a small blimp! With the Crown of Fools (embroidered with the Maverick Sigil) lobsided on his head, the giant flying head grins goofily at those below it, bobbing silently, and ominously, smiling to all as glitter and confetti rain down on the parade. Daryn meanwhile dances and waves a guitar in the air in celebration. Feste blows a trumpet.

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Ooookay..."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "*trumpet* Cheers!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glyde Loath transmits, "......You're all crazy."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Foucalt LAUGHS

Mai Atsuki, and the French humans, pause and look up at the ominously hovering Sigma Head. "....." is the general comment. This is the sort of thing that she, at least, is expecting to have an OMG SO WACKY nerve-gas sprayer or something inside.

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "But, Signor Stallion, that is entirely the point!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glyde Loath transmits, "Indeed. Excuse me whilst I run away, very quickly. I've seen enough death for one day."

[Radio: (G) None] Signas transmits, "Also, as a reminder - when we get into operation matters, please move the discussion to the main frequency for the duration."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste picks his accent up momentarily. "Vi er completely dahft!" Normal. "It's fun, you ought to try it-- oh, pity, pity. I hope you feel better."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glyde Loath transmits, "*switches to Itallian* << Tell me, Feste. Is idiocy a therapy? >>"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste replies in the same, << "Yes, signor. It is the very best therapy money could never buy." >>

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glyde Loath hmms. << Then assuredly, you must be the most mentally healthy individual about. An interesting thought. >>

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... Mavericks in ... area Storm ... General ... ... ... to ... 20 brace ... impact! Direct a ... ... that SAM site!

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste brightly, << "Absolutely." >>

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glyde Loath mms, still further. << Stop by my store sometime. I have something for you. >>

Noble Griffon squirms, and looks very nervous on camera.

[Radio: (G) None] Signas transmits, "Did we lose him?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "<<Oooh! I adore gifts. Thank you, sir, I shall. Presumably once I get out of prison. Misprision, actually, but I digress. >>"

[Radio: (G) None] Glaive transmits, "Not yet!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glyde Loath pauses. << Prison? >>

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Cut Man transmits, "Uh."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste cheerfully, << "You'll see." >>

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste switches back to English, "Sorry, dear. You must feel so left out."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Nooobooody knows...the trouble I've seeen!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Hailstorm Eagle chuckles.

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste provides backup for Daryn.

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Cut Man transmits, "Well, considering I am in a Computer, you are right."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "/In/ one? Oh, right."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glyde Loath repeats, in Itallian still. << Prison? >>

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Guts Man transmits, "Stop speaking Nazi. Speak basic!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste sighs. "I wish I knew Nazi. That would be so cool. << Parties have their ends, Signor." >>

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... On route ... ... ... THE DOOR

[Radio] Transmission detected: :chuckles ...

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

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glyde Loath switches to English. "Actually, Brute, I am not speaking Nazi. German is such an /UNREFINED/ and /GUTTERAL/ tongue. I am speaking Itallian. Get your facts right." << Ah. I understand. Buy your way out? >>

The Sigma Head suddenly intones in a voice that sounds suspiciously like Quint's, "Hiiiiiiii, I'm Sigma! ^-^", the ^-^ is almost audible.

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Guts Man transmits, "Don't make me start talking in Wookie!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "<< I wish I had that kind of money, signor. >> Come, come, come."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Buster Rod G says something in Wookie. As to what, who knows?

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "'Tis all one."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Guts Man transmits, "Raargh grrrrurgh rrooorg!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Buster Rod G transmits, "GWAWWWWWAAAARGH?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Hailstorm Eagle audibly facepalms. "You can understand each other?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Guts Man transmits, "Raaarg raaarg raaarg!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Cut Man transmits, "They do, apparently."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Glyde Loath transmits, "Stupidity can do amazing things, my dear."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Don't remind me."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Hailstorm Eagle transmits more talons on ice. *Chipchipchipchipchip*

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Guts Man transmits, "Argwaaaar!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Buster Rod G transmits, "Gwwwrgh? Awaaagawargh! OooooooAGH! OooooooAGH!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Buster Rod G transmits, "And don't you forget that, Guts Man!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Guts Man transmits, "Waaaargroooh roooh roo!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Buster Rod G transmits, "Oh no. You. Di-ant!"

It didn't take long for the 'proper authorities' to take note and react.

The Fool has run off to the beignet vendor's cart, and is in the act of purchasing another one when he sees something... boding... portentous... oh dear, that can't be good.

There are a few men in suits, you see, but many not. There's suddenly a LOT more people here than there were... in fact, the whole party is surrounded -- well, as surrounded as a large, raucous party can be -- by the Paris police.

They sweep through the crowd, trying to find the two higher-profile guests -- the hosts themselves -- and do their 'duty'. They find the Fool rather easily. His fate, however, is obscured by the cloud of men in gray that descend upon the beignet cart. The rest of them fan out, looking for Daryn.

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Guts Man transmits, "I just did! Now put that in your pipe and smoke it loser!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Buster Rod G transmits, "Maybe I just WILL, bi-otch!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Feste transmits, "Ooh, he said a bad w--*smash* *click*"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Guts Man transmits, "Light Labs was just a demonstration of our true power, you're next Overloser!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Cut Man transmits, "Why you keep saying 'bi-something' or 'di-oh'? It's sounds retarded."

Noble Griffon jumps away from the head, and then has a good laugh. "Heh... Startled me..", he looks out over the crowd,, actually kind of enjoying the attention. "Say.. Waht is", he asks as the men in suits begin to press in. "What's happening?"