Logfile from M3

[Radio: (F) Public] Punk transmits, "Someone remind me what makes the dregs that live in Light Labs think they're special? Aside from the blueberry, who is current champion of throwing away ultimate victory time and again, due to somethink called 'moral fiber', what have the rank and file done? Sure, I suppose that most of their first string can hack it, guys like Zero and Protoman, but they both owe parts of their creation to Wily, so it's to be expected. The rest of them just seem to be riding on the backs of those three. Although that crazy drunk russian guy makes a fair ride armor."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "I do believe they took Paris, sir."

[Radio: (F) Public] Rigger transmits, "Oh, good, I'm not included in any of those generalizations."

[Radio: (F) Public] Punk transmits, "Who were you again? Are you that secretary Wily fired?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste smirks.

[Radio: (F) Public] Rigger just starts laughing.

[Radio: (F) Public] Punk transmits, "Well, aside from some half-hearted excuse about taking Paris, no one else has anything to say? Looks like I'm not alone in thiking their rep is overblown."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Perhaps it is true, then. I won't dispute it."

[Radio: (F) Public] An assexual, very digitilized sounding voice says, "Ah, well, perhaps what they are up to merely cannot be seen."

[Radio: (F) Public] Kalinka transmits, "I will not waste radio bandwidth to argue with you, even though I know you are wrong. It is not even worth it to talk to you."

[Radio: (F) Public] Punk transmits, "Oh, now that's a good reason. 'We don't suck, but I can't give you a reason why, so I'm gonna pout and give you the silent treatment!' Boo hoo."

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

[Radio: (F) Public] Rigger transmits, "You want to know why? Go ask Metal Man what happened the last time he messed with me."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste chuckles. "The perils of bickering."

[Radio: (F) Public] Jazz transmits, "BAKAAAA! *FWOOSH!*"

[Radio: (F) Public] Burner Man snorts. "Heh. He messed with you, did he?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "... that sounded oddly familiar. Lady Jazz?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Rigger transmits, "...*You.*"

[Radio: (F) Public] Jazz transmits, "He kissed me....then BIT me....he will PAY!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste blinks. "Oh dear."

[Radio: (F) Public] The digitalized voice mentions, "Well why bother with a Robot Master? Change is possible, but not to be found on such a base method of communications.", and then there is a pause... A distinct one before... Nothing, almost like two stages of nothing, the pause, and then the end.

[Radio: (F) Public] Search Man's left head transmits, "Ah. I see Shade Man is on the prowl again."

[Radio: (F) Public] BroadbandClassic Jet Stingray transmits, "Sounds like Shade Man. The dude lacks the style of the Ray, that's for sure."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "And what, pray tell, is the 'Style of the Ray'?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Quint transmits, "Pimping. Badly."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste amused, "I see."

[Radio: (F) Public] BroadbandClassic Jet Stingray transmits, "So says the robot that gets dates with rocks."

[Radio: (F) Public] Somebody plays a thirty-second snatch of porn music, overlaid with met noises. "Nerp chicka nerp nerp!"

[Radio] Gabriel sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "*digitalific voice!* Ah, Feste, you are well?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Shark Man transmits, "Quint went on a date with Rock?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Quint drily, "You didn't know? Rock and I have a long standing relationship."

[Radio] You send Gabriel a direct message: "Why...yes."

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

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "The things I learn from public broadband."

[Radio: (F) Public] Burner Man transmits, "Not something to be proud of, Miss."

[Radio: (F) Public] Punk transmits, "Shut your fish-stinking hole, ray. Quint gets all the dates with Sakugarne he could ever want. And that's a serious marathon of pogoing the likes of which you could only dream about."

[Radio: (F) Public] Burner Man transmits, "That begs the question of which one's the man."

[Radio: (F) Public] BroadbandClassic Jet Stingray transmits, "That is /so/ not the Style of The Stingray. In any case, it's more like a mix of politeness, coolness, honor, yet with a hint of rebellion and...." Pause. "Punk, you /so/ didn't need to go there. That's, like, going to give me nightmares."

[Radio: (F) Public] Punk transmits, "This is Quint we're talking about, Burner. You figure it out."

[Radio] Gabriel sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "*digitalesque voice* I hope you haven't forgotten me, have you ever been to The Globe?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Burner Man transmits, "I can't decide if Quint is a chick with a rather obscure fetish, or just a guy who brings that pogo stick of his wherever he goes as compensation."

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

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

[Radio] You send Gabriel a direct message: "*pause* I have not. And of course I have -- what player is complete without a voyage to Mecca?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Punk transmits, "If that is all it takes to keep you up at night, ray, then you have led a very sheltered life."

[Radio: (F) Public] Shade Man transmits, "...Next time... SLAYER! I WILL destroy you!!!!"

[Radio: (F) Public] BroadbandClassic Jet Stingray transmits, "Yes... Yes, I do. Nothing wrong with leading a cool, yet somewhat sheltered life. ...Looks like Shade Man doesn't handle rejection well."

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

[Radio: (F) Public] Punk transmits, "No, he probably doesn't, ray. Then again, when today is done he'll have forgotten about it. I don't think he's the type to chase the same skirt around for years, in the futile hope that she'll give him the time of day when there are better 'bots out there to catch her eye."

[Radio] Gabriel sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "*23rd century digital voice* "Ah, well, you'd be surprised these days. Ah, I'm sorry..." *there is a pause and then Gabriel says* "My sincerest apologies.""

[Radio] You send Gabriel a direct message: "*smirk* I had guessed it was you, madonna. It's all one."

[Radio] Gabriel sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "All one? Not all many?"

[Radio] You send Gabriel a direct message: "*chuckle* Perhaps both, I wouldn't know. The one becomes an infinity, the infinity becomes a one."

[Radio] Gabriel sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Well, now that Nothing is gone, perhaps Nothing is Infinity as both are truly beyond the grasp of mortality."

[Radio] You send Gabriel a direct message: "Quite."

[Radio] You send Gabriel a direct message: "I trust you are well, madonna?"

[Radio] Gabriel sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "*almost sounds tired* As well as can be, as well as can...be...hm... Actually, do you happen to be near Britain now?"

Andruw Nisse's Apartment <ANA>(#4457Ten)

Andruw Nisse's apartment is ill taken care of, but due to its little usage, it stays in good shape. It's outfitted with a small kitchen, living room, bathroom, and single bedroom. Cozy little place, really, with a window looking out on Hyde Park.

Cozy, really, if not for the books scattered EVERYWHERE. Now we know what this man does in his spare time. Other than that, it's relatively spotless, although the furniture looks decidedly on the old side. He could use some decorative advice, though...

Obvious exits:

Out <O> leads to London - Historical District.

[Radio] You send Gabriel a direct message: "Indeed."

[Radio] Gabriel sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I wonder if I could persuade you to do a favor for me then."

[Radio] You send Gabriel a direct message: "Well! Ask and you shall receive, my lady!"

[Radio] Gabriel sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "*an address is given* There is a garage at the house there, it is a nice house, fairly simple."

[Radio] You send Gabriel a direct message: "I see."

[Radio] Gabriel sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Inside that garage should be a corporeal shell as well as a small data terminal in a nearby wall."

[Radio] You send Gabriel a direct message: "Yes, my lady?"

[Radio] Gabriel sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "And on the back of the neck of that shell should be a barcode. If you take a moment, you can see a little place to dig your fingers into. If you flip it open there will be a datajack and neural uplink. I would...like you to put that uplink into the datajack in the wall."

[Radio] You send Gabriel a direct message: "*long pause* ...done, madonna."

[Radio] Gabriel sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I request you only do this if you wish to... I am merely uncomfortable going back to that place otherwise I wouldn't have asked."

[Radio] You send Gabriel a direct message: "Well, I am already on my way, lady. It is no great trouble."

[Radio] Gabriel sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Thank you. Perhaps we can go watch the next show to be performed at the Globe? I may be mistaken, but I believe it is Macbeth."

[Radio] You send Gabriel a direct message: "*sound of a door opening* Ah! Is that so? Delightful!"