Logfile from M3

London - Historical District

Less advanced and developed than much of the city, the Historical District is littered with museums of the past. Buildings here are retro-styled and go back several decades, even centuries in design, giving a taste of an older age when cars drove on magnetically controlled roads and didn't soar across the skies. Far less metallic, with much warmer colors, the buildings here are very friendly and less intimidating.

Contents: Contents:

Sarah Fairchild [Casual] [C] Abernathy [Dies Irae] [C]

Kalinka [Dmitriev] [C]

The Plague Rat <TPR> Andruw Nisse's Apartment <ANA>

Bocker's <An English Pub>

London Bridge <LB>: London - Greenwich Observatory

West <W>: London - Southern Residential

North <N>: London - Eastern Residential

Cassilda Coriolis arrives from the London - Southern Residential.

Cassilda Coriolis has arrived.

Kalinka

Kalinka Dmitriev is a disavowed Hunter, a disowned daughter who must overcome formidable obstacles to fulfill some great expectations. She's a thin, willowy girl in her mid-teens who stands at about 5'8". Her hair is medium-length, dyed a deep mahogany brown, and set in a wavy perm. Her bright blue eyes stand out against a very pale complexion. While her features are very attractive, she has a certain world-weariness about her that can be seen in her eyes.

Currently, Kalinka wears a long-sleeved rose colored blouse, blue jeans and a pair of tan boots.

Sarah Fairchild

Sarah Fairchild is a fairly attractive woman -- not a Hollywood-grade figure to be sure, but she's hardly ugly either -- in her mid-to-late twenties. She has brown hair, currently swept back into a long ponytail which reaches down to her waist, and blue eyes which shine brightly with intelligence and inner fire. Her skin is faintly pale -- but if you look closely, that is in part because it is in fact faintly silvered, due to the miniscule silvery metal fibers woven throughout it, serving as a sort of dermal armor. At the moment, Sarah is wearing fairly simple, casual, ever-so-slightly tomboyish clothes -- though what exactly that means will obviously vary from day to day. But Sarah's not the only one to notice here -- she is surrounded at all times by seven drones, which vary in size from one to four inches in diameter. They are numbered one through seven, and each is a different color, ordered in the order of the colors of the rainbow (i.e., ROYGBIV -- Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet, for 1-7 respectively).

Cassilda Coriolis

A short green woman with her Interpol jacket on backwards, to accomodate pixie-wings. (extremely temp)

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[Radio] Transmission detected: Veddy ... ... am convinced.

Well, what a day.

London is as normal as London ever gets; things continue on as they have for years. The tourists wander through the more attractive areas of the city. The citizens go to work and back. Various people do various things. Blah blah blah blah. And somewhere in this city, Feste, among many others, is attempting to celebrate his birthday, and unlike most of those many others, he is failing miserably.

He figured he'd go explore Atlantis, just to see -- something he'd wanted to do since he'd heard the place was open to the public. And what happens? Ooh! Fate says, screw you, Feste! How dare you reward yourself so! Here, have a Maverick. He likes to torture people on live television! And then Feste tells Interpol about it, and that annoying medic fellow practically accuses him of being some sort of cutthroat information dealer, in it only for the money! Oh...wait... never mind. Whatever.

Finally succumbing to the melancholy of the past few days, the Fool heads back home from his failed adventure, walking on foot through the Historical District.

Somebody's been tailing the Fool. Not through his unfortunate exploits of the past few days, but just now, at this very moment. In fact, it is at this very moment that that 'someone' chooses to turn up, stepping up to walk along slightly behind and to one side Feste. It's -- Abernathy. And however the hell he got here, he's probably not going to explain. "Good evening, Fool," he greets, voice and manner both entirely too cheerful -- for him. Which means he must be up to something.

Provided the rest of Interpol backs him up on this. Yes, it's Operation: Happiness is Mandatory, or an enforced birthday celebration. It's good to be evil and oppressive.

Kalinka is accompanying Abernathy on this birthday mission, as well. And she's all grins, too. She knows this is about giving a gift to Feste, and she can't help but be terribly curious over what said gift might be.

Cassilda Coriolis, too, is flanking Abernathy off to one side! And looking somewhat offbeat in her backwards interpol-issue blouse, with her wings at half-mast and giving the occasional Sad Look either up at the cloudy London sky, or at the somewhat weatherbeaten trees here and there along the street. Can't they go to Tahiti or something for birthday attacks?

... ... ...okay. This is the person Feste wanted to see most, really, so it's a welcome surprise. Almost brings a smile back to the Fool's face as he peers over at Abernathy. He is entirely too happy, that man. Must be plotting something evil. At least he's not wearing that damn hat, Feste thinks.

"Evening," he returns, mostly oblivious to whatever Abby's planning. As he spots the three lovely ladies following the Director, however, he pauses. ...okay. Two of them he's seen before, but the third, hm. He quirks an eyebrow at Abby, and continues walking, though a bit slower.

Sarah Fairchild is here too. Really. Honest. Smiling. Yeah.

With the drones. Who appear to be forming a connect-the-dots smile in the air behind her.

You may now shiver in terror.

Abernathy smiles at his friend, feigning total ignorance of the three women who are *also* following them. Not very nice of him, since he /invited/ the girls along, but ... there you have it. It's all in the birthday-surprise spirit, and so forth. "I had heard, in a roundabout way," read: I peeked at your files, "that you have a birthday today." So he's getting right to the point.

Cassilda Coriolis's wings lift up in a display designed to deter birds and other eaters of plants and/or bugs! They also are a cheerful sight, really. Aren't they? I mean, they /are/ cute wings, and they catch the light prettily. No, 'Happy Birthday' banners are NOT streaming from the spiracles on them.

Kalinka chuckles, grinning cheerfully. "I hope you have a very happy birthday today!" she says to the Fool. "And if you have not had Happy Birthday yet, you had better hurry up and do it, because time is wasting!"

Sarah Fairchild stands there and smiles. Yes she does. Not much else FOR the woman to do, other than wonder why SHE was called on. There are many other people in Interpol, after all!

Ignis, meanwhile, draws near, and giggles, offering, "I can light the birthday candles!!" in that way of his that suggests he'd also be perfectly happy to light the birthday BOY, too.

"Did you," Feste replies, now very suspicious. And mildly guilty, because he didn't really do anything for Abby's birthday. Except get tied to a chair, and be forced to shut up and listen to what the poor Director had to say that day. But we digress. "Did a little archived paper bird tell you?"

Feste looks back at Kalinka and then... the red floaty thing, smirking half-heartedly at the first and blinking at the second. "Honestly? I'm trying. It's a lot harder than I thought it would be..."

"Mm," is all Abernathy says to the question about little paper birds. He's certainly not revealing his sources, no matter how astute the guess is. "That's unfortunate. I'd really thought you'd be more fixed on, I don't know, merry-making." He glances back over his shoulder, arching a brow at Ignis. No, no setting his friends on fire, he NEEDS those.

"Either way," he continues, innocently. "I have to wish you a happy birthday the same. And -- " He rummages in a pocket, coming up with a small, wrapped box and presenting it without preamble. " -- I brought a gift."

Cassilda Coriolis produces a small box from somewhere underneath her own outfit! Even if she looks sort of cranky, she still retains the custom-designed aura of cute. The small box, which probably doesn't hold something much larger than a deck of cards, is held up as well. "Me too," she echoes.

Kalinka oohs. "I have no gift," she admits with a shrug. "I am just here to bring well-wishes. And also to see what loot you get."

Sarah Fairchild chuckles a little. "Neither do I. I just have good will and the ability to make sure Ignis doesn't light the town on fire." She glances up at the little pryodrone. "RIGHT?"

"...mmmmmmm....burning..."

The Fool shrugs helplessly in response. "Life -does- pick the most inopportune moments to throw you curve balls," he says, in way of explanation.

But this, this isn't a curve ball. This is like (weird analogy time!) when the pitcher throws the ball at your FACE, and then someone tells you to duck, and you do, and it hits the catcher instead, and your team goes on to win the World Series... yeah. Like that. Or something.

He peers at the box offered to him, face softening. He could say something like, 'oh, you're too kind,' or 'you didn't have to,' but... no. He takes the small box, rewarding Abby with a genuine smile. "Thank you." And-- oh look! More! Feste chuckles at Cassilda, stepping over to grab that box too. "Thank you as well, madam...ah... goodness, I don't even know your name," he admits, almost blushing. Aww. To Kalinka and Sarah (and Ignis, too), he grins. "That is a gift in and of itself, and I thank you. Especially the not setting the town on fire part. I appreciate that very much."

Kalinka eyes Ignis a bit warily...edging...ever...so...gradually...to the other side of Abernathy so she doesn't have to stand next to him. Why? Because he ain't right.

That's probably why Abernathy asked Sarah along -- for the hapless misadventures of Ignis. Because it *makes people happier*. He does have a sense for that, occasionally. Occasionally. Looks like it paid off right now.

He moves a little toward Feste, a concealed move that also puts him more neatly between Ignis and Kalinka. Not /everyone/ appreciates the pyrodrone's sense of humor, after all. "You're welcome," he says, simply. "Interpol does take care of its own." He looks at Ignis again, giving the drone a warning mock-scowl.

Sarah Fairchild grins a little. "I try. He's a handful, but he knows the importance of obeying."

"Yes, Boss. We love you, Boss. Don't shut me off again, Boss.

Cassilda Coriolis edges away from Ignis, being somewhat heat-sensitive at the best of times. Her wings, too, fold down, so that if he gets too uppity they'll catch fire. She can live without them for a while.

The present, incidentally, is an extremely tiny self-contained plant in a container that works as a closed ecosystem, needing only a few drops of water and exhaling refreshing oxygen. And a pleasant floral scent! It's probably a Bara product, but it's too tiny for a visible logo.

Oh, but it does. Feste laughs quietly as everyone tries to get away from Ignis. Poor, silly people. The Fool returns his attention to his presents, and cannot resist the temptation to shake them a little. What's inside? The suspense! It kills! Argh!

And as Abby so kindly deems him one of their own, Feste puts a finger over his lips, and shushes! Shh! That's supposed to be sekrit!

Kalinka oohs, peering at the cute l'il plant Cassilda has given to Feste.

Feste also looks at the plant. The plant does not get shaken. Yes. Forgot about that.

While cute, the plant does not bear any direct family resemblance to Cassilda. Who, slightly belatedly, does a half-bow and says, sweetly, "My name is Cassilda Coriolis, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you. Happy birthday."

Abernathy simply smiles thinly at Feste.

His gift, of course, DOES rattle when shaken. Why? Because it's a box of magnetic poetry, Shakespeare addition.

[OOC] Feste says, "YES"

[OOC] Feste hugs Abby. ;_;

[OOC] Cassilda Coriolis says, "With ten extra 'codpiece' word magnets."

[OOC] Abernathy dies at Cassie.

[OOC] Feste DIES.

[Radio: (F) Public] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne yaaawns! "Whew! Thats a lot of work done... ...Hello everyone!" Tron is, tonight, horrifyingly perky.

Sarah Fairchild smiles a little more. And Ignis doesn't say anything. Because he's been Cowed.

[Radio: (F) Public] Dr. Doppler transmits, "Here to gloat, are we?"

"Well met, Lady Cassilda. This is a very nice... plant. Should brighten up the old flat quite a bit, 'ey?" Feste returns, grinning, post-shushing-Abby. "Thank you all very much. I daresay you've made my day." He looks at Abby, smirking. "And it's entirely his fault, isn't it?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne transmits, "...Gloat?! Why would I gloat? Hmph! Just because my family are the most brilliant rogues in history doesn't mean I'm here to gloat! ...So, whats up, Herr Doppler? Besides your hairdo?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Violen transmits, "Brilliant, eh? And what great thing have you losers done recently?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Dr. Doppler transmits, "With an introduction like that, I expected gloating. If you intend to ever be a proper scientist, Miss Bonne, you must learn that any time you accomplish a goal, you gloat over the global broadband."

[Radio: (F) Public] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne transmits, "Just stole some Oil. Quite useful, actualy. Hmph, and what have you done recently, Pigskin?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne transmits, "Hmm... Point taken. Everyone seems to these days."

[Radio: (F) Public] Dr. Doppler transmits, "Pfah. And here I presumed you had actually accomplished something."

[Radio: (F) Public] Ballade transmits, "Oil?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Cassilda Coriolis transmits, "Oil? Isn't that just good for plastics?"

Abernathy's smile becomes slightly more ironic. "All my fault, yes," he says, cheerily, claiming responsibility. "And with that -- unfortunately -- we do need to get back to work." He glances at Sarah, Cassilda, and Kalinka. "Officers, shall we leave this man to enjoy the rest of his birthday unmolested?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne transmits, "Depends on how you use it..."

[Radio: (L) None] Dr. Cossack transmits, "Vell. Ziss looks like it vill end badly."

[Radio: (F) Public] Ballade transmits, "Generally, yes. It's no longer economical for a fuel source in most situations."

[Radio: (F) Public] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne transmits, "Aaanyway!"

[Radio: (L) None] Combat Medic, Portal transmits, "Have faith, herr Doktor."

[Radio: (F) Public] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne transmits, "This is true!"

[Radio: (L) None] Liese Schreiner transmits, "That's my line."

Kalinka runs a hand through her hair. "Oh, I know where you will be tonight -- in front of a large, magnetic door somewhere, writing new chapters that The Bard could never possibly imagine!" Abernathy gets a nod, then she salutes the Birthday Boy.

[Radio: (F) Public] Bass transmits, "Wouldn't want to be short of lubricant, after all."

Cassilda Coriolis says, with great fervor, "Thank God!" as she turns around to be led out of this sunless, lightless hole of a city. She'd rather be in antarctica! At least, six months out of the year.

[Radio: (F) Public] Puttin' on the Ritz transmits, "Oh it still makes lovely explosives if you use it right...."

[Radio: (F) Public] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne transmits, "By the way, Doppie. How is Ol' Blueeyes? ...And you, when you make Robots, you really make them tough. What did you MAKE General out of? Nerpium?"

[Radio: (L) None] Combat Medic, Portal transmits, "Strong sake, this."

[Radio: (F) Public] Ballade transmits, "Yes and no."

Sarah Fairchild smiles a little and nods. "Alright. Goodbye!" And then she turns on her heels and begins to walk away with the others, waving. The SPIRITs form a freakish attempt at a connect-the-dots hand, and wave as well.

[Radio: (F) Public] Ballade transmits, "It does explode well, but there are far more destructive and safer explosive munitions in use. High density shaped polymer charges, for example."

[Radio: (F) Public] Dr. Doppler transmits, "Sigma is quite well, and thank you. I do take pride in my work."

[Radio: (L) None] Naomi Mikalov transmits, "If no one has an objection, I have a plan."

[Radio: (F) Public] Violen transmits, "What have *I* done recently? I've been busy beating the snot out of idiots, Tronny. All important work."

With that, Abernathy nods to himself, and turns to leave, as well. "Good evening, Fool," he says, simply.

[Radio: (L) None] Liese Schreiner says tersely, "I intend to seperate the bomb from him, along with his hand. Tell me your plan, it may well be better."

Abernathy sends a radio transmission to Feste.

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "And keep yourself alive, hmm? I intend to spend your next birthday with you, work or no."

[Radio: (L) None] Combat Medic, Portal transmits, "I can stun him with my palm blast, if it hits."

Kalinka enters the London - Eastern Residential.

Kalinka has left.

That was nice.

Having made the transition from sad clown to happy Fool, Feste, holding his loot for the day, gives the Interpolers a bow, blushing slightly. Wait-- /magnetic door/? /New chapters/? /Bard/? It's like... a dream come true. He laughs, and then lets them all take their leave, heading back himself.

Abernathy receives a radio transmission.

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "I would like that."

[Radio: (L) None] Naomi Mikalov transmits, "All of you withdraw from the area. I will bluff him into thinking that I am willing to destroy the bomb along with both of us. He may be willing to leave peacefully if he sees no gain in doing otherwise."

[Radio: (L) None] Combat Medic, Portal transmits, "With Sigma here, that isn't going to work."

[Radio: (L) None] Naomi Mikalov transmits, "Then perhaps he will not wish to cause harm to his beloved leader."

[Radio: (L) None] Liese Schreiner transmits, "/WHAT/?"

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... Ballsy? ... anyone would mind ... I ... use ... ... ...

[Radio: (L) None] Naomi Mikalov transmits, "It is far preferrable to all of us dying should he decide to detonate it, is it not, Ms. Liese?"

[Radio: (L) None] Dr. Cossack transmits, "Yes, he is to my vight."

[Radio: (F) Public] Ballade transmits, "The what? Oh, you mean the Devil repair system?"

Abernathy sends a radio transmission.