<Todd> [ Thankfully, through some quick talking, and by bashing at any
touchy-feely plants, you managed to survive the onslaught of the sprout
children and are now resting in a glade in the woods. Abby volunteered to
take last watch. ]

<Todd> [ Birds are chirping. Dew forms on flowers. Bambi dances by. And
sleeping on the ground is not helping Magellan's lumbago. The sun is only
just now breaching the tree line. ]

<Todd> [ Action! ]

<Adam> Mnrrf.

* Eroles yawns and stretches, then does some morning wake-up exercises. He's
a morning-kinda person.

* Magellan slowly rises off the ground. "Oh, my achin' back." He pauses.
"Gotta get some coffee." He goes fumbling in his toolbox for his coffeepot.

<Adam> Coffee...

* Remi reluctantly sits up, stretching out her arms. Her eyes are open,
barely. "Ergh. Sleeping on the road again..."

<Todd> [ Nobody has insulted or belittled any of you yet. This brings up the
question" Where's Abby? ]

<Adam> So, how did your watches go?

* Eroles looks around while checking on Chance. "Where's Abby anyway?"

<Eroles> Quiet. Very quiet.

<Eroles> I'd say too quiet, but that's a bit of a cliche.

<Adam> Hmm.

<Remi> Hm?  She's keeping watch, right?

<Eroles> She was. She isn't now.

* Magellan is totally oblivious. He gets his coffeepot and sets it up to
brew some doubleblack.

<Eroles> Unless she had to obey the call of nature.

<Todd> [ She is clearly gone. The campfire she would have maintained is long
since out. ]

* Remi irritably rubs at her eyes with the back of her hand. "...So where is
she?"

<Adam> ...no campfire, I see.  I think we'd best try to find out.

* Eroles looks over the campfire, and tries to find any traces of Abby.
"Well, maybe she ran into some more of those strange tree things."

<Remi> ...I hate mornings.

<Todd> [ Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind checks. If you have the
Wilderness Tracking skill, that works. ]

<Adam> 2d6

* Atom[Gaming] rolls for Adam (2d6) and gets 10.

<Adam> (Ow.  Missed by 2, unless I get a Heightened Awareness bonus.)

<Eroles> 2d6

* Atom[Gaming] rolls for Eroles (2d6) and gets 6.

<Magellan> 2d6

* Atom[Gaming] rolls for Magellan (2d6) and gets 9.

<Eroles> ( Yep. Made it. )

<Todd> [ Adam notices elephant tracks leading into the brush. Sadly,
elephants aren't native to this part of the world. ]

<Todd> ( This is more about skill than raw senses, so no. )

<Magellan> (Yow. Missed by 2)

<Remi> 2d6

* Atom[Gaming] rolls for Remi (2d6) and gets 9.

<Remi> (Had to look it up. :p Missed by a whole bunch.)

* Adam eyes some of the brush, and points to it.  "I have no idea what
tracks those are, but I don't like them much."

<Todd> ( A sec. )

<Eroles> ( I'm the only one that made it? Amazing. )

<Todd> [ I was JOKING, Calc. :P ]

<Adam> (Oh.  Darn.)

<Adam> ("Combat!" *squish* "...")

<Eroles> ( *snerk* )

<Todd> [ Adam did not notice tracks. They are, in fact, puddles. Mock him. ]

* Eroles pokes the 'tracks' and comes up with a wet finger. "Neither do I.
It's all wet."

<Adam> ...ah.

<Remi> Where, next to the puddles?  I don't see anything.

* Eroles peers towards the west. "Meanwhile, over yonder, I can see that
someone was dragged."

* Magellan , finally realizing he isn't going to GET coffee, shoves a
scoopful of grounds into his mouth and chews. "Damned inconsiderate, letting
the fire go out like that."

* Adam winces.

* Adam blinks, and looks west.

<Remi> (Now that's a caffeine addiction.)

* Eroles walks over to about where the forest starts getting deeper and
points to the ground.

<Eroles> Looks like whatever grabbed Abby took her deeper into the forest.

<Remi> So something dragged Abby off?  Or did she drag it off?

<Eroles> Considering she isn't back yet? I'm going to guess the latter.

* Magellan peers at the tracks, chewing. "Strange, that."

<Adam> (Oh fsck, exploitable security issue.  Be right back...keep on
going.)

<Eroles> All things considered, she's probably dead. How terrible for her.

<Remi> Gee, you guys're all heart.

<Eroles> Didn't know her for long. It's hard to get choked up.

<Magellan> Oh, don't count her out yet. I got a hunch she's somewhere.

* Eroles taps his cards out of a pocket in his cloak and shuffles them.
"Let's see what the cards have to say."

* Remi nods. "And if that doesn't work, I've got a coin we can flip."

<Adam> We can't let a person die on the third day of our
expedition...what'll happen to this story we've developed?

<Eroles> It turns into a horror story instead of an adventure.

* Magellan picks up his tools and wrench. "Gotta start somewhere. Those
cards got us here. They'll take us somewhere else."

<Remi> They're pieces of paper.  You know that, right?

<Magellan> I didn't say they'd find Abby, girl. Just that they'd take us
somewhere else.

<Eroles> They can speak louder then words. You just have to know how to ask.

* Eroles continues to shuffle.

* Remi sighs, but at least she's given up on arguing for now.

* Eroles places the first card.

<Eroles> 7 of swords. Bondage. Repression.

* Eroles places the second card.

<Eroles> King of Wands. Inverted. violence.

* Eroles places the third card.

<Eroles> Ace of Pentacles. Invention. Material Creation.

* Eroles places the last two cards.

<Eroles> The Dryad crossed by the Pages of Pentacles. A defender or
protector of nature.

* Eroles gathers up the cards.

<Todd> ( Page, darling, singular. ;)

<Eroles> ( Mistake. ((_^; )

<Adam> That doesn't sound so good...

<Eroles> Judging by the cards, I'd say Abby was taken by someone who was
pissed that she was in this forest.

<Eroles> Very pissed. This bodes very poorly for her.

* Adam nods.

* Eroles puts the cards away.

<Eroles> So, wanna go look for her?

<Todd> [ *throws streamers* What a great idea! ]

<Adam> I think we have to.

<Eroles> It'll probably mean our painful and gooey deaths, but what's life
without risk?

* Eroles hops onto Chance.

* Remi shakes her head. "Longer, mostly," she replies. "But I'm not about to
get left by myself in the middle of the woods just because you're all going
off on some fool's errand, either."

<Eroles> Leave then. We're not too far from the edge.

* Magellan shoulders his wrench. "I'm not one for caring where I'm blown."

<Remi> Oh, please.  I haven't even finished what I came here for, yet.

<Eroles> Well then, I assume you're coming along then. Let's go.

* Adam shrugs and picks up his backpack.

<Todd> [ Onward? ]

* Eroles starts Chance off on a slow trot.

<Eroles> ( Go west, young GM. )

* Magellan spits out the well-chewed coffeegrounds and starts following the
tracks.

* Adam follows.

* Remi retrieves her backpack. "Right, oh glorious leader. We who are about
to die..."

<Todd> [ The forest to the west is considerably thicker; whereas the eastern
part where you've been coming from was more lit by direct sunlight, clearly
everything here is tinted in the green of the canopy above. The sound of
running water is getting further away and the ground is getting harder. The
furrows that Eroles saw before are now clearly visible to the rest of you. ]

<Remi> Hm.  Now this is more like it...

<Eroles> How dark and mysterious.

<Remi> Dark being the key work.  This's what mornings should be like.

* Magellan just looks around.

<Remi> (Key word.  Argh.)

* Adam nods.

<Todd> [ Mind rolls, y'all. Wilderness Survival applies, any awareness
bonuses apply. ]

<Adam> 2d6-4

* Atom[Gaming] rolls for Adam (2d6-4) and gets 6.

<Magellan> 2d6

* Atom[Gaming] rolls for Magellan (2d6) and gets 7.

<Adam> (Made it by 2.)

<Magellan> (Made it on the nose.)

<Remi> 2d6-2

* Atom[Gaming] rolls for Remi (2d6-2) and gets 6.

<Remi> (Missed.)

<Todd> [ You amaze me, Remi. Remi sees nothing. The rest of you can notice,
on some trees, there are large X's carved into the bark, like loggers do to
mark. ]

<Eroles> 2d6-4

* Atom[Gaming] rolls for Eroles (2d6-4) and gets -1.

<Eroles> ( Sorry. Made it. )

<Eroles> ( By.. a lot. )

<Eroles> That's curious.

* Magellan looks at the mark up close. "Now, that's strange."

<Todd> [ You betcha it is. General knowledge tells you anyone logging this
deep into a forest is an obvious moron. ]

<Remi> (The price of having a merely average intellect. :p)

<Todd> ( I mean the fact that even when you have huge bonuses, you seem to
fail. It's astounding. ^_^ )

<Eroles> Well. Either someone is a total fool, or that means something
different here.

<Remi> ("I just put everything into 'kill stuff with sword'."

<Magellan> Maybe Abby did it?

<Remi> Well, I sorta doubt the nature worshippers would, unless it's some
weird ritual of theirs...

<Eroles> Then she's a bigger fool then I was aware of.

<Eroles> Marking trees around here is a nice way to get yourself torn into
chunks.

* Magellan shrugs. The bird waggles. "Maybe she was out of breadcrumbs."

* Eroles trys to see if there is any obvious pattern to the marks.

<Remi> Was she marking a trail, or... yeah.

<Todd> [ None. It actually seems quite random, and continues even deeper
into the forest to the northwest, off the trail. ]

<Eroles> I don't know. Considering it looked like she was dragged off..

<Eroles> Let's follow 'em. Maybe we'll find Abby.

<Magellan> Got nothin' better to do.

<Remi> Shouldn't we stick with the tracks, if we want to find her?

<Eroles> Who knows? This way looks more interesting though.

<Eroles> Better the evil you don't know then the boring one.

* Remi shrugs. "Hey, you're the boss. Any way in is just as good as any
other way, for me..."

<Todd> [ For the record, you aren't going to lose any secret characters or
subquests for going either way. ]

* Eroles starts following the X's.

<Eroles> ( Really? What about the secret Aeons? )

* Magellan followes Eroles.

<Todd> [ You already forfeited those by playing in this game. ]

* Adam shrugs, and follows.

<Eroles> ( Damn. )

<Todd> [ I'm sorry, but our Yuna is in another timeline. ]

<Todd> [ The path to the northwest is super slow going; you're constantly
stepping over roots, twigs, clumps of earth, small hillocks, dead
Teamsters... alright, no Hoffa. Still, it's not exactly the stroll to
Grandma's house. It's SUPER quiet, too. ]

<Eroles> Again, I have the urge to spout that cliche.

* Eroles pulls out his sword. Just in case.

<Remi> It's nice to have a talent.  Give me a minute...

* Magellan clutches his wrench.

* Remi starts muttering under her breath, and even closes her eyes for a
moment. When she opens them again, they've gone from green to golden.

<Adam> ...

<Todd> [ Impressive. Now tell me what you just did. ;) ]

<Remi> (Just did.  Patience, grasshopper.)

* Magellan totally fails to notice the change.

<Remi> 2d6-5

* Atom[Gaming] rolls for Remi (2d6-5) and gets 5.

<Todd> ( Don't mock me, WOMAN! )

<Remi> 2d6-5

* Atom[Gaming] rolls for Remi (2d6-5) and gets 4.

<Eroles> Fancy. Your talent is changing your eye color. That'll take you a
long way.

<Remi> Stop.  Right now.

* Eroles stops.

<Todd> ( Channeling Abby in her absence, Eroles? ;)

* Adam stops.

* Magellan stops!

<Eroles> ( Naw. He's just a bit annoyed. ((_^ )

* Remi says quietly, "There's a tripwire across the ground about ten feet in
front of your horse."

<Adam> ...

<Eroles> Ah. Thank you for pointing that out.

<Adam> Well spotted.

<Todd> [ Oh, I forgot the horse. Hoo yes, a HORSE in this part of the
forest? You haven'

<Todd> [ Haven't gone very far at ALL. ]

* Magellan blinks. "Well, I'll be damned."

<Eroles> ( I'm quite aware of that. ((_^; )

<Todd> [ If you stare REALLY HARD, and I mean eye-strain-inducing hard, you
can see it too: the faint glimmer of a line stretched between two trees. ]

* Remi looks around. "Someone was expecting someone to follow those marks.
And if not you, I don't know who."

* Magellan looks around for the triggering device.

<Todd> [ Of course, you also hear the *ch-chak* of about twelve guns being
readied and a clear, deep female contralto asking you to "STay right where
ye are!" ]

* Magellan freezes again. "Now, this is getting ridiculous. How many people
are there out to kill us in this forest?"

* Eroles stays right where he is.

<Remi> "Are you sure you want an answer to that?"

<Eroles> Judging by my luck, we've still got plenty to go. Assuming we don't
die before that.

<Magellan> Well, this is at least the most fun I've had in ages.

<Todd> [ That's a good question. When your eyes adjust, *if* you care to
look, there's... twelve people. Men, UGLY men. Miner/trucker/deep Kentucky
Blue Mountains men, with handguns slightly more primitive than Remi's,
wearing surprisingly effective camoflauge. And one woman... a short, stout,
red-nosed woman with a large hammer. SHe looks like nothing less than a
young female Magellan. ]

* Eroles dares to look around. "Well. Quite a group you've got here."

* Magellan squints at the girl. "What the devil...?" 

<Eroles> ( ... )

<Drusilla> ( Blame Cham. )

<Remi> You didn't mention you had a granddaughter, pops.

<Eroles> ( I'll kill you. Kill you dead. )

<Drusilla> ( Picnics! )

<Magellan> I don't. Never seen this woman before in my life.

<Eroles> How curious.

* Drusilla steps forward from her troops, and furrows her brow at Magellan,
and then at his wrench. She then looks around the lot of you. "Y'ain't tree
spirits, and that's a fact. What are ye doing so deep in this accursed
forest? And who ye be, while I'm askin' the question!"

<Eroles> Eroles Teros. Wandering fortune teller. Looking for a lost.. err..
friend.

<Adam> I'm Adam, a journalist, along for the same reason.

* Remi laces her fingers together and brings her hands up behind her head,
somehow giving the impression of reclining while still standing up. "Oh,
good, they're on our side. You're up, pops."

* Magellan gestures. "Magellan Drogg. I'm with them."

* Drusilla looks shocked. "Drogg? You're a Drogg? How old are ye?"

* Magellan rubs his beard. "Fifty-four, if I recall right. Not much for
birthdays." He eyes the woman again.

* Drusilla suddenly laughs hardily and waves her men's weapons down. "A
Drogg! Well, ye be in luck, Magellan. Do ye have a sister named Drucilla?"

<Drusilla> [ Prepare for the curveball. ]

* Magellan starts counting on his fingers. It takes him the better part of
three minutes, and he has to start over twice. "I ... don't recall. Like as
not she was born after they left me and moved on." He rubs his beard
awkwardly.

* Remi blinks. Quietly, for once.

<Eroles> ( I may have to idle to take the trash out soon. In like.. 5
minutes. )

* Magellan snaps his fingers. "Wait, I remember her now. And she'd be a
mighty bit older than you."

* Drusilla chuckles and hops the hammer up and down on her shoulder. "Aye,
she be my mother. I'm her daughter... Drusilla by name, but most people call
me Dru. What are ye doing in the Emerald Forest? With..." She glances
around. "A bunch of obvious whackos. And a horse. I still don't believe,"
she says, jabbing a finger at Remi, "that I've heard your name yet."

<Remi> "Remi Harmon.  At least you're on the ball."  She looks over at
Magellan.  "So she's your niece?"

<Eroles> Obvious wacko. It's been a while since I've been called that.

<Drusilla> When ye see a spade, it's best to call it a spade.

* Adam shrugs.  "Suits me."

<Magellan> Your mother, eh? Well, how time flies. Last I saw Drucilla she
was no higher than a bean sprout.

* Drusilla shrugs her shoulders. "Well, she's pushin' sprouts up, now.
Crushed by her own attempt at makin' a horseless cart. A daredevil, she."
SHe glances around, then looks back at her men. "Ye best come with me. The
spirits is out and it's not safe to be around."

* Magellan looks down. "I'm sorry to hear that. She was a fine girl. For the
few years I knew her."

<Remi> All right.  But what're -you- doing way out here in the middle of the
woods?

* Drusilla smiles a bit at Magellan. "She'd be happy to hear that, I think,
so don't fret none." She glances at Remi. "I'll explain that when we're not
in danger of being eaten by tha trees. Which you're perfectly welcome to
take your chances with, friend of family or no."

<Remi> No thanks.  Been there, killed that.  Lead on.

<Eroles> Coming along sounds fine with me. Nothing better to do.

* Adam nods.

<Magellan> Lead on, girl. Never been a Drogg who turned down family, when we
could find 'em.

* Drusilla nods and turns around, pointing with her hammer. "We'll fall back
for now. Head out scattered. I'll be takin' em the short way."

<Drusilla> [ At Dru's command the troops scatter into the woods like trained
guerillas. Ugly, stubble-faced guerillas who smell of cheese, but you can't
argue with results. Dru, meanwhile, waves you to follow her off the track to
a particularly large oak. ]

* Adam shrugs and follows.

* Magellan follows along, smiling.

* Eroles follows.

* Remi follows along after Magellan. She takes advantage of the opportunity
to surreptitiously allow her eyes to fade back to green.

* Drusilla leads you right up to the oak, and presses in a knot. With a
grinding mechanical noise, part of the trunk swings open to reveal some
narrow stairs. "Your horse will have to take care of itself for a bit, but
the spirits dun like to pick on animals. You can tether him nearby, if ye
wish."

<Eroles> Fair enough.

* Eroles finds a nice tree to tether Chance to and pats him. "Wait here for
a bit. I'll be back."

<Drusilla> [ The horse fails its "develop a human personality" roll and
agrees in a docile, domesticated fashion. ]

<Eroles> ( Good horse. )

* Magellan is poking at the door, admiring the gearwork.

<Remi> ...Interesting trick.

<Drusilla> [ Not much to look at. It's pretty basic stuff. The stairs lead
down into the ground, and widen considerably once the roots have been
cleared. Lamps light the way down. ]

<Remi> So this must be the underground resistance.

<Remi> (Hey, you asked for it. :p)

<Adam> ...

<Eroles> ...

* Magellan eyes Remi. "You're a strange one, girl." He heads down steps!

* Eroles follows.

* Remi follows Magellan. "Heh. Wait till you get to know me."

* Adam follows (again).

* Drusilla chuckles. "We aren't necessarily resistin'..." She leads you
down, and down further. The stonework is excellent; you might expect a dank
cave but it's more like going into featureless, smooth-cut ruins than
anything else.

<Eroles> Nice place.

* Adam nods.

<Magellan> Place's worthy of a Drogg.

<Drusilla> Only half of it is our doin'. The rest we sorta inherited. Tell
me somethin'... any of ye ever heard of Selenium?

<Eroles> ( Have we? Mind roll? )

<Drusilla> ( You can make a History or Engineering check to see. CUltural
Arts applies, IF you have the Occult specialty. )

* Magellan rubs his beard, thinking.

<Drusilla> ( Penalty: +3. It's rare info. )

<Adam> 2d6+3

* Atom[Gaming] rolls for Adam (2d6+3) and gets 8.

<Eroles> 2d6+3

* Atom[Gaming] rolls for Eroles (2d6+3) and gets 9.

<Adam> (Heh, no way.)

<Remi> 2d6-1

* Atom[Gaming] rolls for Remi (2d6-1) and gets 4.

<Eroles> ( Nope. )

<Drusilla> ( ...*DIES LAUGHING* )

<Remi> (Ha!  Remi made a Mind roll!)

<Eroles> ( Amaszing! )

<Drusilla> ( That's so ironic. )

<Eroles> Nope. Never heard of it.

<Magellan> 2d6+3

* Atom[Gaming] rolls for Magellan (2d6+3) and gets 13.

<Magellan> (I've forgotten the question. >_<)

<Eroles> ( If Magellan made that, I kill him myself. )

<Drusilla> ( Hoodamn. You don't know JACK. You, in fact, think it's a city
by the coast. )

<Adam> (Just a sec...)

<Magellan> Isn't that a city out by the coast somewheres?

<Remi> Selenium?  No.

<Eroles> Sounds like a metal or somethin'. No idea.

<Adam> 2d6+3

<Drusilla> ( Hold on a sec. )

* Atom[Gaming] rolls for Adam (2d6+3) and gets 14.

<Drusilla> ( No, Adam. No penalty or bonus. Just 2d6. ^_^ )

<Adam> 2d6

* Atom[Gaming] rolls for Adam (2d6) and gets 8.

<Adam> (...cool.)

<Drusilla> ( There we go. )

<Drusilla> ( Erase Remi's statement, because she DOES knwo. :P )

<Remi> (I was answering Magellan, but okay.  Will repose it.)

<Remi> Selenium?  No.  It's a metal.  An ore, actually.  Its steel alloy is
supposedly pretty much unbreakable.  But if it exists, it's rarer than gold,
silver, diamonds, or virginity.

<Eroles> Interesting.

* Adam nods.

<Magellan> Damn, I would kill to get my hands on some of that.

* Drusilla nods and stops at a wooden door at the end of this hallway,
turning around to face you and giving Remi a smile. "That it be. The name
means 'Moon's Metal' in an ancient tongue. Supposedly it's just a myth. They
say when the Moon was just forged from the purest of the world's silver, it
dripped down through the sky and fell deep into the earth. That's what
Selenium's SUPPOSED ta be."

<Remi> So you're saying you found some, and it isn't?

* Drusilla grins. "Much sharper and you'll cut yourself." She looks at
Magellan and nods. "Aye, uncle. If we had some, we could make... well, let's
just say it's an engineer's dream. Supposedly, there's deposits of Selenium
under this very forest. So we came to prospect for it... but..."

<Eroles> You're being stopped by the people guarding this forest?

* Drusilla opens the door. Inside is a VAST hall, set up like a war storage
depot/clinic. The same sort of crude men you saw before are around, either
milling about... or on stretchers, bleeding.

* Eroles looks around. "Sounds like a yes to me."

* Adam ponders.

<Remi> Not people, I think.

<Magellan> Well, that's settled, then. We'll just have to convince whoever
that we desperately need that ore.

<Adam> I have a feeling that the debate will be military in natuer.

<Adam> (nature.  Dammit.)

<Eroles> If they're anything like that Luca fellow, that would require some
sort of firepower rather then words.

* Drusilla nods at Magellan. "Aye. They don't come down this deep, but...
there are dryads up there, and they don't like us coming around here. The
trees we marked are where they live... they won't move while we know which
trees ta cut down, but I think it's only a matter of time." She takes you to
a 'room' set apart by crates, with a desk and some beds.

* Magellan shrugs. "So we'll bust some heads. We've got to get that ore."

<Adam> First, though...we need to figure out what happened to Abby.

* Drusilla raises an eyebrow. "Abby?"

* Magellan blinks. "Abby?"

<Drusilla> ( ... )

<Eroles> Our friend.

<Magellan> Oh, right!

<Remi> Sullen girl about so high, likes ripping through plants and being
dragged off by gods know what.  That Abby.

* Magellan tugs his beard. "Nearly forgot."

<Adam> Nearly?

<Magellan> I remembered! Eventually.

<Eroles> We're looking for her, or the little Abbybits that are left after
some murderous trees rip her to shreds.

* Drusilla sighs and sits at her desk, indicating the beds for you lot
(there's enough for everyone). "If the dryads got her... they don't like
humans. And let's be hopin' she didn't have too much technology on her,
because they like machines less than they like humans."

* Magellan frowns.

<Adam> Let's say that, perhaps, she did.

<Eroles> Technology? Oh yes, I think we're going to be finding AbbyBits.

<Remi> In other words, Problem B is related to Problem A.  Although Problem
B doesn't seem to be so much a Problem as an Obituary, at the moment.

* Drusilla raises her eyebrow again. "Well, that doesn't bode well." She
stands back up. "I've got to check on the guns and ammo. Ye're welcome to
rest and we can talk in a bit."

<Eroles> See, that's what I said.

* Adam nods.  "Thanks very much for your hospitality, by the way."

<Eroles> Oh yes, can't forget manners. Thanks. I'll give you a free tarot
reading in return if you want.

* Drusilla grins and winks. "Well, you're friends of my uncles. And if push
comes to shove ye'll make great human shields." With that, she gives you all
a nod and walks off.

<Magellan> Always nice to find kin. We'll swap stories later.

<Magellan> (oh, you just have to love the Drogg speaking genes.)

<Eroles> Well. Quite a day so far.

<Magellan> (MUST Z)

<Adam> ...indeed.

<Eroles> We've lost one of our party to a bunch of murderous trees, we meet
Magellan's long lost relation and we get drafted to be human shields. Pretty
slow day so far.

<Adam> At least, we assume it was the trees.

<Drusilla> ( Feel free to drop off, Maggie. )

<Drusilla> ( You're old, nobody will notice. )

<Magellan> (Maggie. Urgh.)

<Magellan> (Alright. Nightchikins.)

* Remi waits until she's left and says, "You know, I think I'm getting to
like her." Having nothing better to do, she pulls her gun from its concealed
sheath, and starts painstakingly cleaning it. It's an odd-looking thing --
like a hammerlock, but with no flash pan, and with an odd bulge near the
hammer. "So, looks like we all get to kill some trees in the near future."

<Drusilla> ( Your fault and you know it. )

<Adam> (Unmoo.)

<Eroles> ( I may have to drop off soon too. )

<Drusilla> ( We're in the denouement now anyway. Wanna call it? )

* Adam nods.

<Adam> (Sure.)

<Remi> (Yeah, okay.)

<Eroles> I don't know. I don't really see any reason to kill some trees.
We'll have to see what happens.

<Eroles> ( Sure, why not. )

<Drusilla> [ SESSION END. YOU CAN KIBBITZ NEXT WEEK. ]

<Adam> (No combat. ;_;)