From - Wed Jun 23 06:09:30 1999 Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10wdyk-00047n-00; Tue, 22 Jun 1999 23:45:39 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 6243; Tue, 22 Jun 99 23:44:09 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 0429; Tue, 22 Jun 1999 23:44:10 -0400 Date: Tue, 22 Jun 1999 23:44:19 EDT Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Libby Singleton Subject: WAR: Re: From The War Office, With Apologies To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: bc7546a3dda8deb842a85e9c4fc91d36 In a message dated 6/22/99 10:25:55 PM Central Daylight Time, lipstickflash@USWEST.NET writes: > Yes! It was us! BWA HA HA HA HA! > > Well, OK, it really wasn't--but claiming serendipitous accidents as > victories for your side isn't exactly a new thing in the real world. Well, h'it weren't the Ratpackers wot stole the shiny pretty link!!!! We'd NEVER mess around wit' a nudder faction's webpage. H'it be... very naughty ta do tha! --Libs From - Wed Jun 23 17:08:57 1999 Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10wktV-00014P-00; Wed, 23 Jun 1999 07:08:41 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 0863; Wed, 23 Jun 99 07:07:04 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 4636; Wed, 23 Jun 1999 07:05:14 -0400 Date: Wed, 23 Jun 1999 06:06:31 CDT Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: ForeverKnight Warlock Subject: WAR: From the War Office: War Tutorial To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 3579adaa9854bbdc2ca4092e7ba3e212 Hello, The following page has a great tutorial from War #9: http://www.geocities.com/Athens/7139/war9ldrs.htm For those who have not participated, please review this as it gives some great examples. More To Come, FKWarlock FKWar10 WarMaster _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com From - Thu Jun 24 17:32:15 1999 Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10x7pt-0001oD-00; Thu, 24 Jun 1999 07:38:29 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 4463; Thu, 24 Jun 99 07:36:03 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 9728; Thu, 24 Jun 1999 07:35:34 -0400 Date: Thu, 24 Jun 1999 06:36:49 CDT Reply-To: ForeverKnight Warlock Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: ForeverKnight Warlock Subject: WAR: ADMIN: From The War Office: Faction Leader Permission Slips And Voting X-To: forkni-l@lists.psu.edu To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 8fdfd896478d85e7a7b42bede6689981 Hello, When posting to the FK lists, please remember to start your subject with WAR: so that those who wish to ignore war messages may be able to do so. This message was sent to both lists, to remind participants that notes and communication regarding war preparation should, and will be done through the Forkni-L list and *not* the FKFic-L list. The war itself will occur on the FKFic-L list, with proper heading to allow those who are not participating to avoid it. It is highly recommended that if you are planning to participate in the coming war and wish to be included in the preparation, that you subscribe to the Forkni-L list as soon as possible. We have set up a faction leader list and will be adding faction leaders as we get their permission slips. It is important to at least get the leadership permission slips initially, to allow for lines of communication to be set up and activated. Votes are coming in and are being tallied (duplicate voting *is* frowned upon, but tolerated and discounted). Of the 100+ votes so far, August 13th is leading by about a 3 to 1 margin. The voting will be kept open through the weekend with an announcement at the beginning of next week as to the final result. For a great tutorial that was prepared for War #9, please visit: http://www.geocities.com/Athens/7139/war9ldrs.htm More To Come, FKWarlock FKWar10 WarMaster http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Lot/9686/index.html fkwarlocks@egroups.com _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com From - Thu Jun 24 17:32:14 1999 Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10x7oU-0001lc-00; Thu, 24 Jun 1999 07:37:02 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 2068; Thu, 24 Jun 99 07:35:33 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 9716; Thu, 24 Jun 1999 07:35:33 -0400 Date: Thu, 24 Jun 1999 06:36:49 CDT Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: ForeverKnight Warlock Subject: WAR: ADMIN: From The War Office: Faction Leader Permission Slips And Voting X-To: fkfic-l@lists.psu.edu To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 6e28d7b9ef7e6762b056798c472b175c Hello, When posting to the FK lists, please remember to start your subject with WAR: so that those who wish to ignore war messages may be able to do so. This message was sent to both lists, to remind participants that notes and communication regarding war preparation should, and will be done through the Forkni-L list and *not* the FKFic-L list. The war itself will occur on the FKFic-L list, with proper heading to allow those who are not participating to avoid it. It is highly recommended that if you are planning to participate in the coming war and wish to be included in the preparation, that you subscribe to the Forkni-L list as soon as possible. We have set up a faction leader list and will be adding faction leaders as we get their permission slips. It is important to at least get the leadership permission slips initially, to allow for lines of communication to be set up and activated. Votes are coming in and are being tallied (duplicate voting *is* frowned upon, but tolerated and discounted). Of the 100+ votes so far, August 13th is leading by about a 3 to 1 margin. The voting will be kept open through the weekend with an announcement at the beginning of next week as to the final result. For a great tutorial that was prepared for War #9, please visit: http://www.geocities.com/Athens/7139/war9ldrs.htm More To Come, FKWarlock FKWar10 WarMaster http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Lot/9686/index.html fkwarlocks@egroups.com _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com From - Thu Jun 24 17:34:24 1999 Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10xGv5-0005GK-00; Thu, 24 Jun 1999 17:20:28 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 8157; Thu, 24 Jun 99 17:18:01 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 4366; Thu, 24 Jun 1999 17:18:01 -0400 Date: Thu, 24 Jun 1999 14:18:32 -0700 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: StormBorn Subject: WAR: Looking for a faction To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 32d76236d1753a7dcb615dd5a4f6d0d4 Are there any Seducers out there who would be interested in warring as a faction? I won't be warring with the UF and I really really want to play! Molly/StormBorn UF/FKPagan/Cousin/Seducer/Ravenette/DT lipstickflash@uswest.net http://members.tripod.com/~StormBorn/fk.htm From - Fri Jun 25 06:07:16 1999 Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10xNjT-0005Qu-00; Fri, 25 Jun 1999 00:36:56 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 0450; Fri, 25 Jun 99 00:35:24 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 3787; Fri, 25 Jun 1999 00:35:24 -0400 Date: Fri, 25 Jun 1999 13:30:16 +0900 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Cousin Raven Subject: War: To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 8269c44eb008f9441753778c62bd7fe2 Do the natpackers play in the wars? Cousin Raven (raven@naturesong.com) http://www.naturesong.com Be careful, I bite. Reality? Do they have fan fiction for that? Enforcements, Unholy Trinity, Dark Perk, and Cousin! From - Sat Jun 26 00:50:55 1999 Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10xhsa-0002dS-00; Fri, 25 Jun 1999 22:07:40 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 0505; Fri, 25 Jun 99 22:06:07 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 8064; Fri, 25 Jun 1999 22:06:07 -0400 Date: Fri, 25 Jun 1999 22:06:07 EDT Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Libby Singleton Subject: WAR: Ratpackery To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: b189488b87fab36efac988a6edd6f06c The Ratpack will once again be headed (or is that tailed?) by John "Johnsie" Ewan and meself. Of course we are, as always, technically part of the Mercs until they figure out what exterminator to call. One thing all War players may want to remember is that the Ratpackers have tunnels all throughout Toronto, which can include your faction's headquarters - or anywhere you might be for that matter. All that we ask is that you let us know where our tunnels are Of course please don't place a tunnel in ANOTHER faction's headquarters unless it is already established there or you have their permission. --Libs/Libby Second in UNCommand ol the Ratpack LibRatsie@aol.com From - Sat Jun 26 00:51:04 1999 Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10xiEA-0003ME-00; Fri, 25 Jun 1999 22:29:58 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 6031; Fri, 25 Jun 99 22:28:26 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 9238; Fri, 25 Jun 1999 22:28:26 -0400 Date: Fri, 25 Jun 1999 19:28:56 -0700 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: StormBorn Subject: WAR: Inn of Crossed Swords To: FORKNI-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 21ded033462b05837741bd190a4423c2 The Inn of Crossed Swords, a group for the appreciation of FK slash, will be temporarily relocated to Toronto for War 10. Inasmuch as the Inn can be said to have a 'leader'--we were set up to be pretty darned democratic--I guess I'm it. Myself (lipstickflash@uswest.net) and Laurie of the Isles (laudon@hotmail.com or laudon1228@yahoo.com) are heading up our war efforts. Our war page, such as it is, can be found at http://members.tripod.com/~StormBorn/toronto.htm Basically we're here to relax with a glass of the house special and contribute to the general mayhem. Molly/StormBorn Innmate/FKPagan/Cousin/Seducer/Ravenette/DT Listowner: Inn of Crossed Swords, FKWriters, EPeters lipstickflash@uswest.net http://members.tripod.com/~StormBorn/fk.htm From - Sat Jun 26 06:39:15 1999 Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10xnMW-0002Fl-00; Sat, 26 Jun 1999 03:58:57 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 2405; Sat, 26 Jun 99 03:57:23 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 3302; Sat, 26 Jun 1999 03:57:23 -0400 Date: Sat, 26 Jun 1999 02:07:33 -0700 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Cousin Mary Subject: WAR: The DP want you! To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 37c129b6dce7ca390b7a001377d06ef7 Greetings fellow war mongers and mongerettes! Today is indeed a good day to dye! *mary re-emerges with bright pink hair* Now that we have that taken care of, let's move on to the nitty gritty point of this post :) The Dark Perks, that oh so humble faction dedicated to the glories of Tracy Vetter's dark side, will of course be fighting in War 10 (try and stop us! Bwhahahahaha!) And using the ancient fighting arts we learned on late night cable TV, we expect to generally rule the world (hey, I said we were humble!) The DP War 10 page is located at: http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Hollow/1228/dpwar10.htm And the contact addies for the DP's glorious and dentally hygienic leadership are: DP Leader: Cousin Mary - anteros@juno.com DP second-in-command: Cousin Shana - DPangel79@aol.com And we'd be pleased as spiked punch if you'd consider fighting as a Dark Perk hugs and hand grenades for all! Cousin Mary........ "The time has come," The Dark Perk said, "To speak of many things, of shiny guns and duffel bags, haunted mansions and coffee beans. And why the bunnies are all headless, and whether you take sugar or cream..." http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Hollow/1228/knightmares.html ___________________________________________________________________ Get the Internet just the way you want it. Free software, free e-mail, and free Internet access for a month! Try Juno Web: http://dl.www.juno.com/dynoget/tagj. From - Sun Jun 27 19:56:14 1999 Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10yLT1-0000HZ-00; Sun, 27 Jun 1999 16:23:55 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 8551; Sun, 27 Jun 99 16:22:22 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 7524; Sun, 27 Jun 1999 16:22:22 -0400 Date: Sun, 27 Jun 1999 16:23:26 EDT Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Third Cousin Subject: WAR: Nunkies Anonymous To: FORKNI-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: f3601b2750d76cad4b5b3a65471f3356 Hello everyone, Nunkies Anonymous plans to participate as a faction in the proposed War 10. High Priestess Jules , Scribe Bonnie , NunkMommy Annie and Third Cousin Patt are going to co-lead whatever activities NA gets up to this time around. If you're planning to participate in the war as part of the Nunkies Anonymous team, you need to contact one of us for more information. Looking forward to sharing a skirmish with you. Patt--Third Cousin, twice removed on my Mother's Side, Defender of the Juled Crown, Keeper of the Krawfish, SPARKLER, Bearer of *the* Beer Bottle and Favored Twit. patt79ad@juno.com ___________________________________________________________________ Get the Internet just the way you want it. Free software, free e-mail, and free Internet access for a month! Try Juno Web: http://dl.www.juno.com/dynoget/tagj. From - Sun Jun 27 19:56:30 1999 Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10yNVZ-0003wY-00; Sun, 27 Jun 1999 18:34:41 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 3236; Sun, 27 Jun 99 18:33:06 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 4925; Sun, 27 Jun 1999 18:33:06 -0400 Date: Sun, 27 Jun 1999 17:34:27 -0500 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Kalira Isbell Subject: WAR: Dark Knighties? To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: c18ce9cf2afe515022c32a4b3e9261e2 Has anyone offered to head up the Dark Knighties faction for this War? Kalira Dark Knightie, Caddywhack, Nick's Harem, FK Pagan, GWDFC, DMZ From - Sun Jun 27 19:56:44 1999 Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10yOLn-0005f0-01; Sun, 27 Jun 1999 19:28:39 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 9550; Sun, 27 Jun 99 19:21:14 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 9325; Sun, 27 Jun 1999 19:21:14 -0400 Date: Sun, 27 Jun 1999 18:18:58 -0500 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Lisa Luksus Subject: Re: WAR: Dark Knighties? To: FORKNI-L@lists.psu.edu In-Reply-To: <13610-3776A6F3-17612@postoffice-282.iap.bryant.webtv.net> Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8011 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 296c21548ad9b4b9507b92f3e1ca8795 At 05:34 PM 6/27/99 -0500, Kalira Isbell wrote: >Has anyone offered to head up the Dark Knighties faction for this War? At the moment, nobody's stepped up to bat for the DKs. Marcia Tucker won't be able to lead again, so the position's open. And I suppose this would be the time to mention the DK list, which would be a handy-dandy place to start strategizing. I'm the subscription contact for the list, so anybody who's interested, e-mail me off-list at tokaara@wans.net and we'll get you on. Of course, the DKs are welcome to play with the Cousins again, if that suits anybody's fancy. Tok and the kitties But the end is not goodbye Cousin / Dark Knightie The sun comes up, seasons change tokaara@wans.net Through it all, love remains ICQ #13050398 /AIM Tokaara An eternal burning flame in the lovely western suburbs of Chicago Hope lives on, love remains. From - Mon Jun 28 06:47:19 1999 Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10yVqG-0003S9-00; Mon, 28 Jun 1999 03:28:36 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 9637; Mon, 28 Jun 99 03:27:03 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 6800; Mon, 28 Jun 1999 03:27:03 -0400 Date: Mon, 28 Jun 1999 16:18:14 +0900 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Cousin Raven Subject: WAR: Enforcements To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: d7f20736ed08550366a88c0b0c651d04 The Enforcements are participating in this war, if you're interested in joining us for it, the url for the main page is http://www.naturesong.com/enforcers and the subscription url is http://www.onelist.com/subscribe/enforcers Uphold the Code. Cousin Raven (raven@naturesong.com) http://www.naturesong.com Be careful, I bite. Reality? Do they have fan fiction for that? From - Mon Jun 28 06:47:09 1999 Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10yTwD-0000uE-00; Mon, 28 Jun 1999 01:26:38 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 6191; Mon, 28 Jun 99 01:25:04 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 0867; Mon, 28 Jun 1999 01:25:04 -0400 Date: Sun, 27 Jun 2021 22:24:45 -0700 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Kyer en Ysh Subject: War: Euphoria staked. Safe to come out. To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 7265deecbc1326bd886ed032f8e4954e Wha? August votes lookin' to be winning over September for the War by 2 to1? Which diety/vampire did I piss off this time?! Oh, Angst! Oh, Crud!!! Trapped for two weeks in the family minivan instead of getting attacked! Life is crroowell! so... these get held every year? Maybe I can make War 11... Grimaces, :(= Kyer, Loyal Squire(ette) to the Knight de Brabant; Knight de Soir, Cousin to the Knight, Schitzoid Knightie with Multi-Personalites who's having a blast and an angstfest at one and the same time. (More of the latter lately.) From - Mon Jun 28 06:47:08 1999 Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10yTjK-0007la-00; Mon, 28 Jun 1999 01:13:18 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 6123; Mon, 28 Jun 99 01:11:43 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 9898; Mon, 28 Jun 1999 01:11:43 -0400 Date: Sun, 27 Jun 1999 17:59:12 GMT Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: "Mildred G.Cady" Subject: WAR: In order to serve you better... To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 30c5bd3f0bd919a1da2bcfc5a2564fd7 Greetings! My name is Mildred, and I'm the newly elected Merc Mommy General and (still) the Computer Genius for the most glorious and profitable Mercenary Guild. To assist you in contacting our services in the upcoming War, we have a webpage at www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Studio/1999 At this site we have profiles of Guild members which is being continually updated, including skills and payment suggestions. In order to assist the Mercs in helping you and your faction in it's endevors, we advise that a leader from each of the factions that are interested in participating in War 10 contact me (Mildred) with the name of your faction and the url of your faction's official webpage, so that the information that we provide to you and others will be current. Yours in War- Mine in Profit, Mildred G. Cady Merc Mommy General and Computer Genius _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com From - Mon Jun 28 20:40:37 1999 Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10ybyd-0007Qk-00; Mon, 28 Jun 1999 10:01:40 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 1331; Mon, 28 Jun 99 09:50:51 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 9639; Mon, 28 Jun 1999 09:50:51 -0400 Date: Mon, 28 Jun 1999 06:52:11 PDT Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Patrycja Zuk Subject: War question after a long silence.... To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: cc0b761593d5c9baaac725828e589c49 Hey Folks!!! It has been a long time since I have written, or even checked my e-mail for the latest on FORKNI-L...trip to Europe made that a bit difficult! (not that I'm gloating or anything!!! *grins*) After reading the 800+ e-mails, well some of them, I realized that a WAR is a brewing...in the immediate future...so just a quick question - which factions are participating in the war...if anyone cares to reply, please do so to the list or to my e-mail...odoital@hotmail.com. Thanks for the help...and it's good to be back!!! Sorel Things fall apart; the center cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com From - Mon Jun 28 20:40:40 1999 Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10ycJC-0000Tc-00; Mon, 28 Jun 1999 10:22:55 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 8648; Mon, 28 Jun 99 10:12:59 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 2632; Mon, 28 Jun 1999 10:12:59 -0400 Date: Mon, 28 Jun 1999 09:14:14 -0500 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Tina Subject: Re: WAR: Enforcements To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU In-Reply-To: <199906280728.CAA17917@adam.enteract.com> Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8011 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 909193fb75479f7ab6f6a467670ed9f5 On Mon, 28 Jun 1999, Cousin Raven wrote: > The Enforcements are participating in this war, if you're interested in > joining us for it, the url for the main page is What on earth faction are the Enforcements? Are they something about the Enforcers? Hmmm. I've been out of it for way too long. Tina NatPack From - Mon Jun 28 20:40:44 1999 Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10ycbW-0001DY-00; Mon, 28 Jun 1999 10:41:51 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 1821; Mon, 28 Jun 99 10:39:03 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 5671; Mon, 28 Jun 1999 10:39:03 -0400 Date: Mon, 28 Jun 1999 10:36:17 -0400 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: E McCann Subject: Re: WAR: Enforcements To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU In-Reply-To: <199906281422.KAA24228@iag.net> Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8011 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: f7b2c29763eef0edecf35270c259c8a9 On Mon, 28 Jun 1999, Tina wrote: > > The Enforcements are participating in this war, if you're interested in > > joining us for it, the url for the main page is > What on earth faction are the Enforcements? Are they something about the > Enforcers? Breath mints for Enforcers. (ducking) -E McCann emccann@iag.net From - Mon Jun 28 20:42:59 1999 Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10yk27-0007Ai-00; Mon, 28 Jun 1999 18:37:47 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 4535; Mon, 28 Jun 99 18:36:12 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 8877; Mon, 28 Jun 1999 18:36:12 -0400 Date: Tue, 29 Jun 1999 07:37:26 +0900 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Cousin Raven Subject: Re: WAR: Enforcements To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8011 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 2121e872bf2a84862ce8fc3f999f891c >> What on earth faction are the Enforcements? Are they something about the >> Enforcers? >Breath mints for Enforcers. (ducking) *throws garlic spray and flaming popsicle sticks* Cousin Raven (raven@naturesong.com) http://www.naturesong.com We are the enforcements, resistance is futile, you will be silenced. From - Mon Jun 28 20:42:29 1999 Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10yjWZ-0003Xn-00; Mon, 28 Jun 1999 18:05:11 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 4216; Mon, 28 Jun 99 17:59:39 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 4327; Mon, 28 Jun 1999 17:59:39 -0400 Date: Mon, 28 Jun 1999 18:02:52 -0500 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Mary Combs Subject: Re: WAR: Enforcements To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8011 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 1bb566afefac86c417dafedda51a5308 E McCann wrote: > On Mon, 28 Jun 1999, Tina wrote: > > What on earth faction are the Enforcements? Are they something about the > > Enforcers? > Breath mints for Enforcers. (ducking) > Oh my, all I can see/hear is that fearsome fanged duo growling the Doublemint jingle.... ----- Mary mcombs@erols.com N&Npacker From - Mon Jun 28 20:43:10 1999 Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10yl3m-0001sv-00; Mon, 28 Jun 1999 19:43:34 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 5121; Mon, 28 Jun 99 19:42:01 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 6247; Mon, 28 Jun 1999 19:42:01 -0400 Date: Mon, 28 Jun 1999 16:41:42 -0700 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: StormBorn Subject: Re: War question after a long silence.... To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8011 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 0dc07039537e5664208ec0eff2241f6c I'm happy to say that the Inn of Crossed Swords, which is not a faction, but a group for the enjoyment of FK slash fiction (any characters), will be warring this time around--in between glasses of the house special and perusal of the dessert cart, that is. :) Our war page is at http://members.tripod.com/~StormBorn/toronto.htm . Looking forward to it! Molly/StormBorn Innmate/FKPagan/Cousin/Seducer/Ravenette/DT Listowner: Inn of Crossed Swords, FKWriters, EPeters lipstickflash@uswest.net http://members.tripod.com/~StormBorn/fk.htm From - Mon Jun 28 23:04:10 1999 Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10ymh2-0005vJ-00; Mon, 28 Jun 1999 21:28:12 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 5801; Mon, 28 Jun 99 21:26:41 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 5096; Mon, 28 Jun 1999 21:26:41 -0400 Date: Mon, 28 Jun 1999 18:28:01 PDT Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Fleurette B Subject: WAR: Nothers' First War Appearance To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: f77e16be9b5f4c2a9c4e51a252addd64 Okay, so when War got announced, a small group os us at le Chateau thought it would be really cool to play in the War. So, I got volunteered to be the War leader, since I'm also the faction's co-founder. Wait a minute? What faction, you say? Why, Nothers, of course? You're new, you say? You've heard of DP's, and knighties, and the N&Npack, but what in FK-dom is a Nother? Nothers is a group of fans who have thought about Nat being in a relationship with someone *other than* Nick, LaCroix, Schanke, Reese, Janette, or... Screed, etc. Our "Others" are usually crossover characters from other shows or characters of our own creation. Nothers is a new faction, formed this past winter. Our website, which is in a constant state of construction right now, is housed at http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Studio/4588. What else about Nothers? We "live" in an old chateau (Chateau des Autres), which hopefully by War-time will be an up-and-running vacattin resort for the entire FK-fandom. If you'd like to join the Nothers for the War (or for any other time, even), sign up for our onelist list through the above website link. or go directly to the War Room: http://egroups.com/groups/nothers-war and sign up there. Or... if by chance you'd like to stage a skirmish, attack or any fun thing with Nothers for the war, you may reach us at nothers-war@egroups.com Wishing everyone a Happy War 10! Fleurette Nothers War Leader War 10 fleurettebrabant@hotmail.com _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com From - Tue Jun 29 17:21:53 1999 Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10yw8U-0007CB-00; Tue, 29 Jun 1999 07:33:10 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 4585; Tue, 29 Jun 99 07:31:39 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 1890; Tue, 29 Jun 1999 07:31:40 -0400 Date: Tue, 29 Jun 1999 06:33:00 CDT Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: ForeverKnight Warlock Subject: WAR: From The War Office - Official War Dates To: FORKNI-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 3c863b3800f79ef5ce5a33d568527608 Hello, After counting, sorting and sifting the votes, the official dates for Forever Knight War #10 will be Friday August 13th Through Friday August 27th 1999. In order to help keep a consistant time zone schedule, U.S. Central Time will be used when referring to any, and all times. Final posts should be posted no later than Midnight on Friday August 27th, with the initial post dropping late Thursday night and the war officially starting early Friday Morning on August 13th. This should give everyone time to start their initial posting and planning throughout that Friday (August 13th) and on through the weekend. The War Faction Leader list will be setup later this week, with those who have submitted their permission slips as faction leaders, and any who submit them added as we get them. Minor vampires have, in the past, been used on a "as called" basis, meaning that someone posts to the list that they plan to use a particular character at such and such a time, to allow anyone else to use that character when their done. This tends to cut down on characters being in two places at once. IF you opt to start a faction for a particular character, please let us know so that the faction can be listed properly with the correct contact names. New factions *are* subject to review by the WM. An alternate web site is in progress for those on AOL as well as those who have trouble with Javascript. A text version should be available within a week or so as the site is built. More To Come, FKWarlock FKWar10 WarMaster http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Lot/9686/index.html fkwarlocks@egroups.com _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com From - Tue Jun 29 17:23:20 1999 Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10z27Z-00066Q-00; Tue, 29 Jun 1999 13:56:37 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 8222; Tue, 29 Jun 99 13:47:24 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 8798; Tue, 29 Jun 1999 13:47:24 -0400 Date: Tue, 29 Jun 1999 12:46:43 -0500 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Terri A Wadsworth Subject: War: Calling All Knighties! To: FORKNI-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 9fd5e62b179de7c2be581027dcc0b704 Hi Y'all! The Knighties will be playing as a faction in the upcoming war. Right now, the leadership is being decided on by an election. However, if you are devoted to Nick Knight (or even if you aren't) and wish to ally yourself with Nick and his Knighties you are most welcome to send in your permission slips NOW to Nancy Taylor (nat1228@home.com), me (eowyn3@juno.com) or Katrinka (katrinka@flash.net). They will be forwarded to the Knightie leadership when it is decided and then on to the War Office. Please come and join us! Terri Eowyn3@juno.com or Eowyn@wcc.net GWDFC, Ecstatic G-IV Attendee, Proud Survivor of Wars 8&9, TKD, FKXS She can be taught! But only in little bytes! ___________________________________________________________________ Get the Internet just the way you want it. Free software, free e-mail, and free Internet access for a month! Try Juno Web: http://dl.www.juno.com/dynoget/tagj. From - Tue Jun 29 20:10:02 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10z6nA-0001JV-00; Tue, 29 Jun 1999 18:55:52 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 5348; Tue, 29 Jun 99 18:54:00 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 5919; Tue, 29 Jun 1999 18:54:00 -0400 Date: Tue, 29 Jun 1999 16:55:26 -0600 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: k'kimmer Subject: WAR: War 10 & The Ravenettes To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: e96901443bc163f78aef59c34a4e46cf hello everyone! i was wondering if anyone wanted to play in War 10 as a raven or ravenette. we are a Janette faction. we were a very small faction in War 9, but we had a lot of fun and would like to do so again. please contact me if you are interested in playing. thanks! kimmer at tbpete@oneimage.com From - Thu Jul 01 06:56:36 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10zYd7-0002lb-00; Thu, 01 Jul 1999 00:39:21 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 2910; Thu, 01 Jul 99 00:35:21 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 4645; Thu, 1 Jul 1999 00:35:21 -0400 Date: Wed, 30 Jun 1999 23:36:42 CDT Reply-To: ForeverKnight Warlock Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: ForeverKnight Warlock Subject: WAR: Admin: FKWar10 Leadership List Update X-To: forkni-l@lists.psu.edu To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: cbaadacbd5e994c22df7e6928c35fb84 Good Evening, The Forever Knight War #10 Leadership lists have been setup, and will be open for more members as factions are setup. If you are a faction leader, and did not recieve a notice of your subscription, please contact us, (with your permission slip and affiliation) and we will add you to the lists. When responding to this note, *please* do not respond to *this* list but to *our* address at: fkwarlocks@egroups.com We do apologize for sending this to both lists, and if we missed someone along the way. The web page updates are in process and should be updated by next week. An alternate site has been setup and is in the process of being fine-tuned to allow textual reading for those with older browsers, and should allow for minimal advertising. More To Come, FKWarlock FKWar10 WarMaster http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Lot/9686/index.html fkwarlocks@egroups.com _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com From - Thu Jul 01 06:56:36 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 10zYah-0002gA-00; Thu, 01 Jul 1999 00:36:51 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 9544; Thu, 01 Jul 99 00:35:20 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 4631; Thu, 1 Jul 1999 00:35:20 -0400 Date: Wed, 30 Jun 1999 23:36:42 CDT Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: ForeverKnight Warlock Subject: WAR: Admin: FKWar10 Leadership List Update X-To: fkfic-l@lists.psu.edu To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: eedd2a048961cd7941b78cce166b972a Good Evening, The Forever Knight War #10 Leadership lists have been setup, and will be open for more members as factions are setup. If you are a faction leader, and did not recieve a notice of your subscription, please contact us, (with your permission slip and affiliation) and we will add you to the lists. When responding to this note, *please* do not respond to *this* list but to *our* address at: fkwarlocks@egroups.com We do apologize for sending this to both lists, and if we missed someone along the way. The web page updates are in process and should be updated by next week. An alternate site has been setup and is in the process of being fine-tuned to allow textual reading for those with older browsers, and should allow for minimal advertising. More To Come, FKWarlock FKWar10 WarMaster http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Lot/9686/index.html fkwarlocks@egroups.com _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com From - Fri Jul 02 17:09:31 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 1109YT-0004nt-00; Fri, 02 Jul 1999 16:05:01 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 3607; Fri, 02 Jul 99 15:55:23 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 2316; Fri, 2 Jul 1999 15:55:23 -0400 Date: Thu, 1 Jul 1999 23:13:54 -0500 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Lisa Luksus Subject: Re: War To: FORKNI-L@lists.psu.edu In-Reply-To: <1ed5a6dc.24aaf148@aol.com> Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8011 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: a37e82da55770e450cda11cb38c0323a At 12:04 AM 6/30/99 -0400, Joie Ross wrote: >Will the Cousins or Dark Knighties be playing as a faction ? The Cousins are, definitely. I don't think a decision's been made yet for the Dark Knighties. Tok and the kitties But the end is not goodbye Cousin / Dark Knightie The sun comes up, seasons change tokaara@wans.net Through it all, love remains ICQ #13050398 /AIM Tokaara An eternal burning flame in the lovely western suburbs of Chicago Hope lives on, love remains. From - Sat Jul 03 10:15:50 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 110JfU-0001t4-00; Sat, 03 Jul 1999 02:52:56 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 4183; Sat, 03 Jul 99 02:51:19 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 9324; Sat, 3 Jul 1999 02:51:19 -0400 Date: Sat, 3 Jul 1999 02:52:34 EDT Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Julia Kocich Subject: WAR: Unnamed Faction To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: d022423ef1598e3ceb4d6ce5735f88a0 The Unnamed Faction (which, in keeping with its name, tends in time of War to also be somewhat UnOrganized ... Er, I meant to say, organizationally challenged ...) will participate in War 10. Les GrantSmith at looscann@sprynet.com and Julia at JKocich@aol.com will be leading the charge. If you'd like to play with us ... oh, all right, war with us, please contact either Les or me. Now ... *who* was it who brainwashed me in the last War, eh? Best, Julia JKocich@aol.com From - Sat Jul 03 10:15:51 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 110JiL-0000ap-00; Sat, 03 Jul 1999 02:55:54 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 4188; Sat, 03 Jul 99 02:54:18 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 9394; Sat, 3 Jul 1999 02:54:18 -0400 Date: Sat, 3 Jul 1999 02:55:24 EDT Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Melissa McFarlin Subject: Re: WAR: Unnamed Faction To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8011 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: c80e083a46e93eef75b8232851b81ba8 In a message dated 7/3/99 1:53:00 AM Central Daylight Time, JKocich@AOL.COM writes: << Now ... *who* was it who brainwashed me in the last War, eh? >> Ummm speaking of War 9 is it archived anywhere? Melissa Vaquera From - Sat Jul 03 10:15:54 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 110K1a-0000tO-00; Sat, 03 Jul 1999 03:15:47 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 7199; Sat, 03 Jul 99 03:14:13 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 9948; Sat, 3 Jul 1999 03:14:13 -0400 Date: Sat, 3 Jul 1999 01:15:37 MDT Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Meg Anderson Subject: Re: WAR: Unnamed Faction To: FORKNI-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8011 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 3a8f1e2d9d71fd41eab6cb69cbe2d18e >Ummm speaking of War 9 is it archived anywhere? Yup! It's at http://www.geocities.com/Athens/7139/war9ldrs.htm#war9_archives Meg, aka The Littlest Natpacker ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com From - Mon Jul 05 11:20:22 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 1112S4-0002SI-00; Mon, 05 Jul 1999 02:42:05 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 6593; Mon, 05 Jul 99 02:40:27 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 0587; Mon, 5 Jul 1999 02:40:28 -0400 Date: Sun, 4 Jul 1999 23:42:33 -0700 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: "Nancy A. Taylor" Subject: WAR: Knightie PERMISSION SLIPS X-To: Knighties@onelist.com To: FORKNI-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 515b732c77d89f7f21e65a82229a5ec9 Come on, Knighties! Send in those permission slips NOW! We need: 1) Your real name 2) The name you'd like to use in the war (if different from the above -- many people have Internet nicknames) 3) A statement saying you give your permission to be written into the war stories Send your slips to: Nancy -or- Terri -or- Katrinka (You need only send them to ONE of us! ) We will see that the slips are turned into the War Mistress/Master, and forwarded to the new Knightie leadership, when decided. THANKS! Nancy War 10 -- Knightie Co-Leader From - Mon Jul 05 21:11:36 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 111JUl-0006yv-00; Mon, 05 Jul 1999 20:53:59 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 2083; Mon, 05 Jul 99 20:52:24 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 3013; Mon, 5 Jul 1999 20:52:24 -0400 Date: Mon, 5 Jul 2021 17:51:44 -0700 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Kyer en Ysh Subject: War: Need info on Inca character To: FORKNI-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 48d4ffdf361181226c17a1458b053f7d I want to do one *very short* (and quite harmless) post at the start of War 10 that will also have the Inca in it. Who do I contact to get permission? Do I *need* permission? I don't want to upset any Incarnates out there. Kyer From - Tue Jul 06 17:44:09 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 111LSl-0002tT-00; Mon, 05 Jul 1999 23:00:03 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 6373; Mon, 05 Jul 99 22:57:27 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 1437; Mon, 5 Jul 1999 22:57:27 -0400 Date: Mon, 5 Jul 1999 21:04:50 -0500 Reply-To: Cindybre@inwave.com Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Cindy Brewer Organization: http://www.angelfire.com/il/Cindyshomepage/Caruso.html Subject: WAR: Calling all FoD's To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 397aea7a49a8eb54df761c5ccf1d012c Hi Guys, Yep the Deli is once again open for the upcoming War.:-) All FoD's who want to participate please email me off list with your permission slips. Cindy Brewer cindybre@inwave.com FoD war leader,Knightie,FFF,WWGer2 survivor,Vaquera "They made me forget and that's all I remember."Schanke,Close Call From - Tue Jul 06 17:44:51 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 111TIE-0006c4-00; Tue, 06 Jul 1999 07:21:43 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 4865; Tue, 06 Jul 99 07:20:07 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 7789; Tue, 6 Jul 1999 07:20:07 -0400 Date: Tue, 6 Jul 1999 06:21:31 CDT Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: ForeverKnight Warlock Subject: War:, Usage, Of, Inca, character To: FORKNI-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: ad2d2cea91fbfc97d12d5b9449293c51 Hello, For usage of a non factioned character(s), usually all that is required is an announcement to the list (please remember to post such announcements with the WAR: heading) that you are planning to use the character at a certain time and place for a certain length of time. This could allow someone else, per coordinated agreement, to work your scene into theirs if they wanted to, and you agreed with it. An example would be someone witnessing your scene or part from a distance, or actually taking an indirect part in it. If the character(s) in question do have a representative faction, it is best to consult with their leadership and get permission before using the character. If a dispute over the usage of a character comes about, the WM may be consulted to decide who had the right to use the character at that particular time and place (this hasn't happened a whole lot that we know of, as most participants are willing to share and coordinate resources). If you are unsure of the character(s) in question and their status with a representative, please feel free to contact the WM. Within the week, the war page will have the declared factions listed along with their representatives (to this point). As existing factions or new factions are declared, they will be added as we go along. A deadline will be declared for declaration of a faction, most likely set sometime about a week before the war. Once the war is started, faction creation may be deferred until after the war. Creation of ALL new factions for the coming war are only allowed after review and approval of the WM. More To Come, FKWarlock FKWar10 WarMaster http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Lot/9686/index.html fkwarlocks@egroups.com _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com From - Tue Jul 06 19:16:49 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 111ePx-0001zv-00; Tue, 06 Jul 1999 19:14:26 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 8162; Tue, 06 Jul 99 19:12:38 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 0313; Tue, 6 Jul 1999 19:12:38 -0400 Date: Tue, 6 Jul 1999 16:14:44 -0700 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: "Nancy A. Taylor" Subject: WAR: Knightie Permission Slips To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: a752933bcaf08b86474b76938d0f4b02 Come on, Knighties! So far our turnout is woefully small. We need our experienced players and fresh new blood. Please turn in your permission slips ASAP to play with our group. Nancy War 10 -- Knightie Co-Leader From - Wed Jul 07 03:40:00 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 111kJ4-0004Ks-00; Wed, 07 Jul 1999 01:31:42 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 3933; Wed, 07 Jul 99 01:29:56 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 7024; Wed, 7 Jul 1999 01:29:56 -0400 Date: Wed, 7 Jul 1999 01:07:56 -0400 Reply-To: mclisa@MINDSPRING.COM Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Lisa McDavid Subject: War: You have to be yourself X-To: FK To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 430f12707a6c8145eb6b931de75500f3 Guys, please remember that out wars are not rpgs. You write yourself. Maybe a joking version of yourself, but yourself. That is, your physical description is yourself, not a character's, and your skills and resources are yours, too. It's not a case of picturing a character. You're basically yourself or a caricature. For instance, I don't really drink like a fish and I've never really thought I was a cat, with or without a blow on the head. :) Unless you really are a martial arts expert and professional computer security specialist, you can't be either of these things. (You could, however, have an unusually good laptop, because that's possible in real life. Just please, no Cray supercomputers. ) You can't have any powers a mortal doesn't have, and you can't be anything but a mortal. Unless you actually are very rich, you need some explanation if you're going to throw money around (write yourself as winning the lottery, hit it rich in the stock market That kind of thing.) Just making sure we're all clear on this. Cousin McLisa (Lisa McDavid) "That will be Trouble." mclisa@mindspring.com Listowner Forkni-l, Fkfic-l, Fkv4s-l From - Wed Jul 07 19:24:25 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11210I-0003Kd-00; Wed, 07 Jul 1999 19:21:27 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 9799; Wed, 07 Jul 99 19:19:52 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 9382; Wed, 7 Jul 1999 19:19:52 -0400 Date: Wed, 7 Jul 1999 17:40:52 -0500 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Lisa Luksus Subject: WAR: Joining the Cousins To: FORKNI-L@lists.psu.edu In-Reply-To: Message-Id: X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: a3cde01f973c929d2ef8a66e0cd82aef At 11:37 PM 7/6/99 -0400, Joie Ross wrote: >Cool so how exactly do I go about joining up with the cousins this war? To play with the Cousins in War 10, all you have to do is send your permission slip to me, Cousin Tok (tokaara@wans.net). We'll have a War discussion list going soon. In the meantime, check out FKWarlock's War page at http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Lot/9686/index.html for the format of the permission slips (although I'd also include your real name -- we don't have to publicize it, but I think it's a requirement) and other useful info. =20 Cousin Tok=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0 But the= end is not goodbye and the Cousinly kitties=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0 The sun comes up, seasons change in suburban Chicagoland=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0 Through it all, love remains tokaara@wans.net =A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0 An eternal burning flame ICQ #13050398 / AIM Tokaara=A0=A0 Hope lives on, love remains.=20 From - Sat Jul 10 08:48:01 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 112pBi-00051j-00; Sat, 10 Jul 1999 00:56:34 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 8141; Sat, 10 Jul 99 00:54:57 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 0553; Sat, 10 Jul 1999 00:54:57 -0400 Date: Fri, 9 Jul 1999 22:48:58 -0600 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: kimberly Subject: WAR: ravenettes faction changes for WAR 10 To: FORKNI-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: cfb82b9add8004c3acd867aaa12e089c hello all War-subbers! the ravenettes faction has decided that it will be for those aged 13 and over. if you are at least 13 years old and are interested in playing in war 10 as a raven/ravenette, please sub to our war list. http://www.onelist.com the list is ravenettes@onelist.com thank you for your interest! kimberly at tbpete@oneimage.com From - Mon Jul 12 06:21:02 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 113WXh-0004QT-00; Sun, 11 Jul 1999 23:14:09 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 3871; Sun, 11 Jul 99 23:12:32 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 3863; Sun, 11 Jul 1999 23:12:33 -0400 Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 12:31:16 -0400 Reply-To: Soulseeker Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Soulseeker Subject: War: N&NPack To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 514f204a87f3fc531cc9529eb934deb1 If you are interested in playing with the N&NPack during War 10 then please contact me ASAP. Thanks.:) SOULSEEKER soulseeker@sprint.ca * soulseeker1@acmecity.com N&NPack Faction Leader-*-Lonely Hearts Co Faction Leader Mortal Love: http://tv.acmecity.com/tvthemes/136/ From - Tue Jul 13 06:24:32 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 113sdL-0003iG-00; Mon, 12 Jul 1999 22:49:27 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 9215; Mon, 12 Jul 99 22:47:48 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 2791; Mon, 12 Jul 1999 22:47:48 -0400 Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 22:50:08 -0400 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Arletta Asbury Subject: WAR: Light Cousins X-cc: dollhouse@prodigy.net To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: e14d505837edfd0e1c8c016336039861 The Light Cousins are going to be participating in war 10. If you're interested in playing along with us, please contact either Arletta Asbury at g4akl@charm.net or Annette Williams at dollhouse@prodigy.net for more info. Arletta Asbury g4akl@charm.net war leader of the Light Cousins From - Tue Jul 13 18:32:13 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 1142oT-0006A5-00; Tue, 13 Jul 1999 09:41:37 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 7873; Tue, 13 Jul 99 09:39:58 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 0115; Tue, 13 Jul 1999 09:39:58 -0400 Date: Tue, 13 Jul 1999 09:40:40 EDT Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: "Casting T. F. Stone" Subject: Re: WAR: Go where everybody knows your name (The Raven) To: FORKNI-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8011 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: ad76847c429cd7ee1e1878a2f46fe127 To anyone "on the fence" about playing, If you have never played in a War before and want to play but are a bit overwhelmed, I do recommend The Ravenettes. I played in my first war with this relatively small (but stylish) group. Small group means you get plenty of opporitunities to participate and learn. And you do get free drinks at the bar. Casting T. F. Stone Revenettes / Raven Mad - Remember us? We shaved your head in War 9 Har! Har! From - Tue Jul 13 19:24:27 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@iglou.com Received: from [209.207.164.237] (helo=onelist.com) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 114Bpw-0001y5-00; Tue, 13 Jul 1999 19:19:44 -0400 Received: (qmail 15283 invoked by alias); 13 Jul 1999 23:19:37 -0000 Received: (qmail 15208 invoked from network); 13 Jul 1999 23:19:35 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO imo26.mx.aol.com) (198.81.17.70) by pop.onelist.com with SMTP; 13 Jul 1999 23:19:35 -0000 Received: from AC82delf@aol.com by imo26.mx.aol.com (IMOv20.21) id hQDNa24566 (14391) for ; Tue, 13 Jul 1999 19:18:26 -0400 (EDT) From: AC82delf@aol.com Message-ID: Date: Tue, 13 Jul 1999 19:18:23 EDT To: NNPack@onelist.com X-Mailer: AOL 4.0 for Windows 95 sub 13 Mailing-List: list NNPack@onelist.com; contact NNPack-owner@onelist.com Delivered-To: mailing list NNPack@onelist.com Precedence: bulk List-Unsubscribe: Reply-to: NNPack@onelist.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: [NNPack] Re: War X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: efa487c0a06de7b665d29009837be633 From: AC82delf@aol.com << Message: 12 Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 02:57:05 EDT From: Maelynd31@aol.com Subject: Re: War I tried to send a note in; apparently, it got through, or went into cyberspace or something, because I never got any kind of response! I hope there's still time to join in........ I sent in a note to join about a week and a half ago or so...... Angela >> I wrote too....much more recently but my mail is rather messed up. If you by chance didn't get mine I DID SEND IT. Is anyone else having a bunch of mail problems especially our fellow aol users? A bunch of my mailings are being lost and I only got three digests since June 25th (i think). I'm sending this multiple times just in case it disapeers. Pardon any repete messages. Amanda B. who is very annoyed by her present server --------------------------- ONElist Sponsor ---------------------------- Immerse yourself in a seamless world of fearsome monsters, mystery and enchantment! Join The Science Fiction Book Club® and get 5 books for $1 + 1 free with membership! http://www.onelist.com/ad/doubleday6 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ From - Wed Jul 14 20:32:14 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 114ZHu-0006QH-00; Wed, 14 Jul 1999 20:22:10 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 8911; Wed, 14 Jul 99 20:17:18 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 6630; Wed, 14 Jul 1999 20:17:18 -0400 Date: Wed, 14 Jul 1999 17:18:55 -0700 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: "Nancy A. Taylor" Subject: WAR: Knightie Permission Slips X-To: Knighties@onelist.com To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 882a7ba6d238cfa5df5f17372049ea79 If you want to play with the Knightie faction this war, we need your permission slips ASAP. Please send them directly to me and I will see that they get to the War Master. Thanks! Hope to see more of you there! Nancy War 10 -- Knightie 2IC and backup leader From - Sun Jul 18 16:08:17 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 115x9N-00068B-00; Sun, 18 Jul 1999 16:03:06 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 4241; Sun, 18 Jul 99 16:01:25 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 2825; Sun, 18 Jul 1999 16:01:25 -0400 Date: Sun, 18 Jul 1999 16:05:09 -0500 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Mary Combs Subject: Re: WAR To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: X-Mozilla-Status: 8011 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: dad4d2a5c5f0120d6ccb44093ff994be The War10 Warmaster's site will tell you everything you want to know. http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Lot/9686/index.html ----- Mary mcombs@erols.com N&Npacker From - Tue Jul 27 18:48:58 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 119Atv-0003oI-00; Tue, 27 Jul 1999 13:20:29 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 8051; Tue, 27 Jul 99 13:16:00 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 0167; Tue, 27 Jul 1999 13:16:01 -0400 Date: Tue, 27 Jul 1999 12:12:51 -0500 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Lisa Luksus Subject: WAR: Cousins permission slips, again To: FORKNI-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: c894eb95d0ed55cdba3b75d04649566d Would anybody who has submitted a permission slip to play with the Cousins in War 10 please contact me at tokaara@wans.net to make sure I've received it? If it was sent to the list instead of to me personally, I may not have seen it. I've been informed that apparently I've missed at least a couple. = =20 Cousin Tok=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0 But the= end is not goodbye and the Cousinly kitties=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0 The sun comes up, seasons change in suburban Chicagoland=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0 Through it all, love remains tokaara@wans.net =A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0 An eternal burning flame ICQ #13050398 / AIM Tokaara=A0=A0 Hope lives on, love remains.=20 From - Tue Jul 27 18:49:10 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 119COV-0000q9-00; Tue, 27 Jul 1999 14:56:07 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 4277; Tue, 27 Jul 99 14:54:06 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 7435; Tue, 27 Jul 1999 14:54:06 -0400 Date: Tue, 27 Jul 1999 14:53:28 EDT Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Charlotte Sigmann Subject: WAR: Die Hards? To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 837b7ad57f82ce7210c87c3db5fdb824 I have been totally out of it becuase of a lot of personal stuff, but Hey Die Hards!!!!! Is you playing? Can I play too? Charl From - Fri Jul 30 07:01:10 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11AALK-0006jR-00; Fri, 30 Jul 1999 06:56:51 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 3943; Fri, 30 Jul 99 06:54:54 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 8998; Fri, 30 Jul 1999 06:54:55 -0400 Date: Fri, 30 Jul 1999 03:56:35 PDT Reply-To: ForeverKnight Warlock Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: ForeverKnight Warlock Subject: WAR: Admin: Faction Declaration and Permission Slip Deadlines X-To: Forkni-l@lists.psu.edu To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 9c12d1f3ab0092040a8e7f6fe21fd8b3 Hello, The deadline for declaring your faction and sending in permission slips will be Tuesday August 10th, 1999. Slips should be sent to fkwarlocks@egroups.com A compiled list of slips recieved should be available by late that Sunday or early Monday (August 8th and 9th), prior to the deadline. In order to participate in the war you MUST submit a permission slip. Slips recieved after the deadline will be accepted or discounted as per the decision of the WarMaster. If there are any questions, or concerns, please send them to fkwarlocks@egroups.com If you would like to declare a faction and gather participants for your faction, and have not already done so, please begin as soon as possible and let us know. More To Come, FKWarlock FKWar10 WarMaster http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Lot/9686/index.html fkwarlocks@egroups.com _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com From - Sun Aug 01 11:42:06 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11Aw1X-0000Dk-00; Sun, 01 Aug 1999 09:51:35 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 7795; Sun, 01 Aug 99 09:48:47 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 5895; Sun, 1 Aug 1999 09:48:47 -0400 Date: Sun, 1 Aug 1999 23:50:26 +1000 Reply-To: TALIESYN@C031.AONE.NET.AU Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: "Alexander J. Braun" Organization: access one Subject: War: question To: FORKNI-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: d914ce95cb635ec0e029dd77e5cb021d Questions re writing for the FK War. 1. What's the weather like in Toronto in middle to late August. 2. What's the name of Toronto's International airport. 3. What's the address of the Raven night club(From what Ep's I've seen it isn't stated). 4. The distance of the Airport to the city centre. Sorry if some of this has been already hashed through. -- Alex Braun - Taliesyn@c031.aone.net.au ICQ # 12610993 "You know, I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them? So, now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe". Marcus, B5 From - Wed Aug 11 01:19:56 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11EQHb-0001eP-00; Wed, 11 Aug 1999 00:46:35 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 3323; Wed, 11 Aug 99 00:44:31 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 4666; Wed, 11 Aug 1999 00:44:31 -0400 Date: Tue, 10 Aug 1999 21:46:16 PDT Reply-To: ForeverKnight Warlock Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: ForeverKnight Warlock Subject: WAR: ADMIN: History, Premise and Some Food For Thought To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: e05c38e477f0b8d1b5f681e8a3b94d13 ADMIN NOTE: This SHOULD NOT be considered an opening post in any way, shape, or form, but merely a method to help prepare those who will be participating in the coming war. Any comments on content, interpretation, or questions should be directed *OFF LIST* to fkwarlocks@egroups.com. Hello, We thought that participants in the coming war would enjoy a bit of historical perspective on the plot, however accurate it may or may not be, it should help many understand what has and will transpire. Earlier we released a note regarding some food for thought and discovered that interpretation is nine tenths of understanding something. Unfortunately, several people interpreted something we said to mean something we did not intend, nor did we realize would be interpreted in that way. Be that as it may, the following will hopefully give those participating something of a klew as to what to expect and hopefully will heal any wounds that were unintentionally inflicted earlier. There are a few sayings that we thought were appropriate and still feel apply here. We have hopefully corrected a misquote that may have caused a lot of grief along the way. Things to bear in mind: Be very careful what you wish for, for what you receive in return may not be what you really wanted. Heaven hath no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. There is nothing that holds two people together for an eternity more so than the bonds of Love. Revenge is a dish best served cold. So without further delay, War 10 Plot Historical Perspective: ADMIN NOTE: This SHOULD NOT be considered an opening post in any way, shape, or form, but merely a method to help prepare those who will be participating in the coming war. Any comments on content, interpretation, or questions should be directed *OFF LIST* to fkwarlocks@egroups.com. Scotland, late 1100s Land Baron Angus O'Rourke is betrothed to a Scottish wife to seal a deal with an English King who wishes to rid Scotland of its people and pride. By taking lands from Scots and giving it to wealthy English and Irish supporters, he hoped to cleans the land using blood. Unable to conceive heirs, and not wanting to show weakness, O'Rourke sought out the great Mage Galen to help him establish a family. The great master moved to the estate and soon set into motion events that would change the future of Scotland, as well as scar the Baron's family for an eternity. A young maiden was born unto the Baron and his wife, unfortunately taking the life of the wife in the process during child birth. Noted by many, but ignored for the sake of propriety, was the likeness of the maiden both to her mother and father as well as to that of the great master. Years of peace and prosperity allowed the lands of O'Rourke to prosper as the maiden passed from a girl to a young woman and the great master bided his time, hidden away in his private domain and sanctuary granted to him by the grateful O'Rourke. Trade from afar brought many treasures and tales of mystique to the city as well as travelers who brought evil as well as goods. In her sixteenth year of life, the young maiden met and fell under the spell of one particular tradesman, claiming to be from the land of Sicily and who also suffered from an affliction that made him shy away from the warmth of the sun. Her heart placed in his hands, the two young lovers soon began to make plans for a life together as her father started to hear unsettling rumors about the traveler and several of his companions. Making his way to the great master, the Baron pleaded for him to intervene once again. Although unplanned, this proved to be the time the great master had been waiting for. He soon spent considerable time observing and gathering information about the young man, only to discover his true nature and his probable plans for the young maiden. Conjuring up an icon and binding it with spells of old, the great master gave the Baron a cube to help "cure" the young man of his affliction. He explained that for two weeks the young man (he used the term lightly and with an smile that made the Baron uneasy) would appear normal and would not be "afflicted" as he had once been. The start of the spell had to occur at midnight on a night of a full moon that would have another full moon within two weeks following. Such a rare occurrence just happened to be forecast for that exact month. A deal was struck that if the plan were to succeed, the maiden would become the pupil of the master and be taken away from the land of her father for her own safety and well being, given that the great master knew of the terrible wars that would come and the value that would be placed on children of royalty as pawns. Along with the icon were several key elements that when combined would make up a staff on which the icon would ultimately be placed. Each element would be given to friends of the young man, mortal and immortal alike, who would in turn need to give them to the young man without any equivocation or hesitation of any kind at the end of the two week period. It was a firm belief, at that time, that creatures like the young man in question, truly did not know either friendship or love of family. The master explained that at the end of the two week period, if the elements were not combined and the icon placed on the staff, the cure would revert only for the person who had activated the icon, causing him, or her, to show their true nature in all its monstrous glory. However, if the icon were placed on the staff at the midnight hour of the second full moon, all who had been converted would be changed back to their prior form without incident. The friends were carefully chosen to be made up of the same blood line (a term that also brought the same strange smile to the master), as well as his closest friends. The icon itself was given to the maiden with the idea that it would cure her love and allow them to live a normal life. So it started, the young man using the icon to cure himself, quickly discovering that not only was he himself cured, but so were all those within a hundred miles who also suffered the same affliction. Great celebrations were held, and many who had not seen the sun for centuries walked in the warmth as mortals once again. Ironically, several vampires happened to visit the area during this time and observed the changes that had taken place. One of these visitors was a former Roman now known as Lucien LaCroix, who found the strange happening intriguing and began to pick up the pieces of what had taken place. He soon learned of the young couple in question and the sudden and "miraculous" cure that had been found. Suspicious of its source, and the exact nature of the "cure", he also learned of the great master and his involvement with the family in question. It was happenstance that brought him to the celebration held on the night of the second full moon, standing in the gallery as the young man waited at the base of the curved stair for the Baron to escort his daughter to his side and announce their engagement. The Midnight hour arrived as the pair began to descend the stairs. Knowing what would transpire the father had prepared several of his soldiers in the crowd. The men placed themselves loosely around the young man and patiently waited -- each fingering the crossbows hidden from view. Reaching the halfway mark, and pausing only slightly on the landing, the young woman was the first to notice as the her suitor suddenly doubled over and began to have convulsions. Screams were heard as the crowd moved away from the young man as he writhed on the floor. Rushing from her fathers side, the young woman approached her love, only to stop short when he turned to face her with golden eyes and extended fangs. As he started to leap for her, several bolts stopped him in his tracks as he fell to his knees and tried to remove them. The young woman broke out of her shock and raced to his side as he collapsed on the floor and became still. Tears of sadness soon turned to tears of rage as she suddenly realized the implications of the treachery. The bolts that had struck her love were not usually weapons of choice for such an event, but must have been used for a more specific purpose. Rising to her feet she turned to face her father who stood pale on the steps as he took in her bloodied dress. "You! Father!" she growled, raising her hand to point at the Baron. "You did this! But Why!?!" In the gallery, LaCroix saw the great master move silently to the young woman s side. He watched her turn out of his grasp as she slowly and purposely began to climb the stairs -- her back stiff with anger. The crowd gasped as she suddenly collapsed on the stair at her fathers feet and the great master moved to pick her up in his arms. "A sworn agreement has been fulfilled." He announced, turning for all to hear. His voice resonated across the hall, filling the sudden silence. Descending the stairs, he parted the crowd and disappeared into the night. Moving faster than any mortal, LaCroix also moved outside only to discover that the master had indeed vanished, taking the young woman with him. Returning to the hall, he joined the crowd around the fallen young man and soon discovered that the other members of the crowd who had once been immortal like himself were indeed still mortal while the young man had reverted and been killed. Spotting the icon on a chain around his neck, he snatched it and placed it in his pocket before rising and leaving the great hall. This was something he would attempt to learn more about for the next few centuries. Something that he knew was something to avoid. ---------------------------------------- 1999 Having heard the various legends of cures, Nick is suddenly presented with a chance to try one that had once reportedly worked, but had seemingly been lost over the centuries. Time unfortunately had faded the exact details of the story, and so it was that he knew of the icon but not it's curse. Attempting to activate the icon, he soon learns that he doesn't know the whole story and in time will need to get the other elements before the two weeks are up. Several factions will receive elements for the staff, each mysteriously given to a leader of the faction, without their knowing the story behind it. Each recipient will take a liking to the element and carry it with them, triggering various characters to realize the implication of the elements and the changes that have occurred. Undoubtedly, unaligned factions, or participants will also be able to discover the story of the icon during research as to probable causes of the changes. Web pages and other sources will conveniently appear that will help point them toward the story as needed. In his sudden euphoria at having succeeded at his quest, Nick will discover the icon he had used is now missing and he will have to search for it amongst the various elements that will be discovered. He will also need to convince the others to give them back to him by the end of the two week period and to give up their new found mortality. Elements will be given to those near friends of Nick, mortal friends such as Tracy, Nat, and Schanke, and immortals -- friend and family, such as Janette, LaCroix, Vachon, Urs, Divia and Screed. Once Nick has activated the Icon, as will have happened at the opening of the war, all vampires within a hundred square miles will suddenly become mortal, which will undoubtedly cause them to summon help to figure out what has transpired. It will be up to the participants to help them discover what happened and attempt to fix the problem. It may soon become apparent that someone has started the whole process in motion, but who? and for what purpose? Would he, could he, if he could? Would he, will he, if they asked? Would they, will they, want to change? Will we, should we, ask them to change? Does he, could he, say he knows of Love? Could he, does he, know that blood is thicker than water? Will he, could he, know the Love of friendship or family? This will be, should be, easily seen very soon. ADMIN NOTE: This SHOULD NOT be considered an opening post in any way, shape, or form, but merely a method to help prepare those who will be participating in the coming war. Any comments on content, interpretation, or questions should be directed *OFF LIST* to fkwarlocks@egroups.com. More To Come, FKWarlock FKWar10 WarMaster http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Lot/9686/index.html fkwarlocks@egroups.com _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com From - Wed Aug 11 18:52:17 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11EXx5-000512-00; Wed, 11 Aug 1999 08:57:55 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 4640; Wed, 11 Aug 99 08:55:55 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 4630; Wed, 11 Aug 1999 08:55:55 -0400 Date: Wed, 11 Aug 1999 12:57:43 GMT Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: "Mildred G. Cady" Subject: WAR: Hire the Best this War! X-To: fkwar10leaders@onelist.com, fkwar10leaders@eGroups.com To: FORKNI-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 16bba719ac6a62b394b0afe65b8856f8 (sorry, forgot the subject header the first time... bad me) Ladies and Gentlemen, Vampires and Mortals... The Forever Knight Mercenaries are open for business for War 10! Our Motto: "Chocolate. Freedom. Mayhem for profit." Our Mission: To provide you with the best services negotiation can buy! Our Methods: Whatever we can come up with- but we're always open to suggestions! For six Wars in a row, the Mercs have been providing excellent service to the factions and members of the Forever Knight Fan Fiction universe... ...Why should this War be any different? Remember- there are two flavors of Mercenaries. There's your general stylish Mercenary- devious, creative, and oh-so-stylish. Then there are the Ratpackers- just as devious, a little bit rougher around the edges, but able to get into anything or annoy anyone with spectacular and sneaky techniques. Here are just a few examples of the many Merc talents: Planning a party? Hire a Merc Party Assistant to deliver the invitations in spectacular style. Need to get a particular person to a particular place so you can hold them for ransom? Hire a Merc Kidnapper to devise a way to get them there and Ratpackers to keep him or her amused in the meantime. Need someone to paint a vehicle an especially obnoxious color? Hire a Merc Artist that rivals any of the cubist, futurists, or symbolists! Or Ratsies that imitate Byzantine Mosaic artisans. Been attacked four times in a week and don't have the energy to retaliate? Hire a Merc Ninja to deliver a fitting reprisal. Does your favorite vampire-turned-mortal need a haircut (and you keep the clippings)? Hire a Merc Barber, cause you shouldn't trust anyone else. Want to serenade a faction with the wonderful strains of a particularly annoying filk? Hire a MercBard to write one and chortle at the resulting panic. Always wanted a painting from the Raven for your very own? Hire a Merc Burglar to acquire it for you. Trying to infiltrate another faction's war room? Hire the Merc Costume Mistress to provide a disguise that even your own mother wouldn't recognize you in. Is the quickest way from point A to target B through the slimiest sewer in Toronto? Hire a Ratpacker to show you the way. Need those people guarding their faction headquarters out of the way for the evening? Hire the Merc Event Planners to show a movie, or set up a lecture, that will guarantee that the place will be deserted. No job is too great or small- and remember that fees are always negotiable. Past forms of payment have included: chocolate, a lock of Nick Knight's hair, chocolate, the use of the Raven for three days as a hideout, chocolate, shiny pretty bits, chocolate, spare computer parts, chocolate, dinner at the Happy Souvlaki, chocolate. Hire the Best! No One Spreads Mayhem Like We Do!! To enlist the assistance of a Merc or Ratpacker, contact The Glorious Grand High Poobah Laurie MercBard or the Merc Mommy General and Computer Genius Mildred , and we will be most delighted to put you in contact with the best people for your job. ~Mildred G. Cady~ Merc Mommy General and Computer Genius --------------------------- ONElist Sponsor ---------------------------- Transfer your big list to ONElist and earn $500! 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Visit http://www.msn.com From - Thu Aug 12 18:25:26 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11F0Ld-0005Vm-00; Thu, 12 Aug 1999 15:17:09 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 5870; Thu, 12 Aug 99 15:14:32 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 3572; Thu, 12 Aug 1999 15:14:04 -0400 Date: Thu, 12 Aug 1999 12:15:47 -0700 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Evil Cousin Tiff Organization: ChickMail (http://www.chickmail.com:80) Subject: WAR:Last minute research question To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: ec9a0c92f58a07c6f8e6655c128aae8d Concerts are held at the Skydome, right? --- *EVIL* Cousin Tiff :^P Cousin and NAer first and foremost with an alarming number of DP tendencies. (ICQ# 21389965, AIM-"Willow042" -- say hi) *********************************** chickclick.com http://www.chickclick.com girl sites that don't fake it. http://www.chickmail.com sign up for your free email. *********************************** From - Thu Aug 12 18:25:38 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11F20k-0002vS-00; Thu, 12 Aug 1999 17:03:42 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 6782; Thu, 12 Aug 99 17:01:40 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 7710; Thu, 12 Aug 1999 17:01:40 -0400 Date: Thu, 12 Aug 1999 17:12:29 -0400 Reply-To: Forever Knight TV show Sender: Forever Knight TV show From: Marg Yamanaka Subject: Re: WAR:Last minute research question To: FORKNI-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8011 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 0081231723888d2444a39cdb4623a7f0 Evil Cousin Tiff wrote: > > Concerts are held at the Skydome, right? The big glitzy ones can be held at the Skydome. The preferred venue (better sound) is Massey Hall, across the street from the Eaton Centre. There's also the Opera House, the Music Hall, the el Mocambo and a gazillion smaller club venues. -- Marg in Toronto, the City of the Knight From - Fri Aug 13 07:09:55 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11F9T5-0000eD-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 01:01:27 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 9623; Fri, 13 Aug 99 00:59:24 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 6488; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 00:59:24 -0400 Date: Thu, 12 Aug 1999 22:01:13 PDT Reply-To: ForeverKnight Warlock Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: ForeverKnight Warlock Subject: WAR: ADMIN: Administravia To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 79d2df2cc7ca2a59df598331076e4c01 Hello, Due to technical difficulties, the participant list will not be available until mid next week. It will appear as it is built, so please be patient. As is usual, a week with a Friday the 13th does bring problems... All e-mailed slips have been received and accepted. Please remember that to participate you MUST submit a permission slip to fkwarlocks@egroups.com Factions who have compiled their lists on web pages will have those accepted as they are, or in many cases as they were sent to us. Posting for War 10 may commence shortly when the opening post arrives. It is assumed that the next few days will be filled with fun of arrivals and discovery. We look forward to the fun, and we hope you will as well. PLEASE remember to have WAR: in your header with each post and try to keep each post under 500 lines per post. IF you have multiple posts that will be going out, please make your best effort to group the posts with some sort of delay between them to allow the list hamsters time to process them. Remember the goal is to have fun. 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Visit http://www.msn.com From - Fri Aug 13 07:09:56 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11F9Uf-0000h2-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 01:03:05 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 7221; Fri, 13 Aug 99 01:01:01 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 6601; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 01:01:01 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 01:00:02 -0400 Reply-To: ravenettes@onelist.com Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Caroline Subject: WAR: RAVENETTES: Conversion: Part 01/01: 8-13-99 midnight To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: a35809a6a7e2ddb1efffae24c2981b9b Conversion 01/01 by Caroline LaRoche Friday, Aug. 13, 1999 Minight >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The door gong caused me to mute the bar chord I was desperately trying to hold. Living on the 4th floor of DP Mansion, I didn't even think of bothering to open the door, someone would likely have already routed the visitor by the time I got down to the second floor. And the visitors were rarely for me, anyway. Unconcerned, I turned my attention back to my guitar and butchering the Bon Jovi I was trying to play. A knock interrupted a very sad rendition of "Wild is the Wind." Before I could reply, my door swung open, revealing one very attractive European vampire. "Miklos..." I grabbed a nearby towel to avoid drooling on my guitar. "Yes. Your presence is requested at the Raven." "Really?" I thought back to the last time I was there. They had had to unplug the sound system to shut me up. Clearly, Karaoke Night was *not* going to be a regular draw there. He nodded. "Wear something spectacular." "Why?" "Just do." An audience with Janette was all that *that* could mean. I pulled a formal black dress and heels out of my closet. "What does she want?" I asked, changing my clothes behind a screen. "She asks that you bring music and...weaponry." I laughed. "Literally, or would she like someone dead by my inability to shut up?" He shrugged. "She said.....she said you could have control of the...sound system," Miklos ended in a whisper. I smiled and grabbed my two bulging CD wallets. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In spite of the relatively early hour, the Raven was almost deserted. Miklos led me behind the bar, back to the club's private rooms. This was an area I had never seen before. He left me in front of an office door, CDs in hand, gig case with guitar on my back. The momentary near silence was almost deafening. "Come in," the accented voice answered my knock. I opened the door on Janette's private office. It was decorated in the same dark, tasteful style as the rest of the club. The vampire sat behind a desk, clad in a stunning off the shoulder dress and gloves and nursing a glass of what could only be blood. My throat went suddenly dry; in spite of how I had tried to dress elegantly, I still felt like a street urchin in rags compared to the immortal. I slid the guitar off my shoulder. "You...wanted to see me?" "Oui. There is a war brewing, as I'm sure you're well aware." I nodded; the DPs had been planning strategies and attacks for the past few weeks. I hadn't intended to participate much, other than helping with the attacks. Strategy was not my strong point. I was more the provider of the battles' background music. "My faction is...small, only a few members. We want you." "Me? Why? I'm a Dark Perk." "I am aware. But you possess the style and darkness of a Ravenette. Why follow a blonde when you can have immortality on your side?" "Tracy won't drain me and dump the carcass in Lake Ontario if she gets upset." Janette laughed. "Your Thugs do not have Miklos, do they?" I was stuck, because deep down inside, I was a die-hard Mikie. Janette smiled at my inner conflict. I finally sighed and dropped my gig case and CDs on the nearly couch. "You win." "Ah, but the war has not yet started. The others will be here shortly. Have Miklos get you a drink." She waved away my protest. "I know you are only 18, but you are one of us. Order what you like. Non-alcoholic if that is your concern. When the others arrive," she narrowed her eyes and smiled a small smile, "*that* is when the real fun begins." ************************************* From - Fri Aug 13 07:09:56 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11F9jF-0006pz-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 01:18:09 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 1060; Fri, 13 Aug 99 01:16:05 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 7185; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 01:16:05 -0400 Date: Thu, 12 Aug 1999 22:17:51 PDT Reply-To: ForeverKnight Warlock Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: ForeverKnight Warlock Subject: WAR: ADMIN: Opening Post: Winds Of War (1/1) To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 33f4a12dd1ed6b69508616ac81fd098e Winds Of War Dedicated in loving memory to little boy named Brandon who liked stories of Warlocks and who in five years of life on this earth left all who knew him with memories for a lifetime... Warlocks never die, they just seem to fade away... WAR: ADMIN: OPENING POST (1/1) Somewhere in the greater Toronto Area, on Thursday Night... Polishing the bar, the coffee shop manager looked up to notice that night had finally fallen. Between vacations and sickness, his employees had been few and far between during the last few days of the work schedule. He also noticed that the three old men were still playing cards at the back table and was beginning to wonder if they realized that closing time was near. Normally he would hang around until all the patrons were done, but this night was going to end on time. Looking up at the clock, he realized he would have to give them only a few more minutes before kindly giving them the bad news. The cackle of laughter from the short one had started grating his nerves almost from the minute that they had arrived. Even now, he suspected that nasal sound would haunt him even after they were gone. ---------- "... and *then* they noticed the boiling oil!!" Nagis said gleefully, slapping his knee as the other two players simply rolled their eyes. Dukat frowned before gently moving his chips into a neater pile. "Be that as it may," he began, the smile he had formed not quite giving the comfort it would have normally given. "Are you in, or out Nagis? I'm sure Garak is losing patience as well as his chips." Nagis leaned conspiratorially toward Garak, whose eyes were recounting the chips in the pile. "I told you having him stay in his human form for this long would wear him down!!" This time Garak was the one being polite as he smiled and turned to the smaller man. "I'm afraid I must agree, time *is* getting to be of the essence, and *he* isn't the only one getting tired of looking human. Not to make any unnecessary puns, but it *is* getting old." Both players suffered through the roar of cackling and knee slapping before the small man laid his cards flat. "As you both seem intent on winning, my hand must not be as competitive as I thought." Dukat sighed as he waited for Garak to finish his calculations for the *third* time. "You know," he started. This human form he had taken *was* getting tiresome. "With the mention of boiling oil, you bring back pleasing memories of those dark ages when even the Pope had an army." Garak picked up a handful of chips and tossed them onto the pile. Perhaps he would be retrieving them back into his own pile shortly. "I see your bet and raise you ten thousand. By the way, speaking of the Pope's army, were you aware that we have our very own living, breathing crusader in town?" Dukat frowned as he readjusted his thoughts from plundering the pot to those of long ago. "If he's living and breathing, he can't be a crusader. See and raise ten more." "Well, actually now that you mention it, he did look a little pale." Garak said with a smile while he pondered his losses. "It brings to mind a game I once saw played." Dukat said, hoping to distract his opponent from his calculations. "Game?" Nagis piped up, boredom having taken its toll on his attention. "What kind of game?" "Welllll, more than a simple game I suppose..." he said ruefully, knowing he had at least hooked one of them. The night may prove profitable after all. Reaching into his pocket, he carefully pulled out a small box and laid it on the table in front of Nagis. The small man leaned forward and studied the box. He tentatively reached out and ran his fingers of the smooth surface. Able to see the embedded markings better from his angle, Garak's raised a brow. "That isn't..." "A Galen Cube?" Dukat said in feigned surprise. "Why yes! *How* did you know?" Garak looked up from the box and warily took in Dukat's smile. "I was under the impression that the last Cube that you speak of was discharged shortly after it was created." Dukat's smile grew as he watched the other two men examine the case. "Please, open it and look inside, it won't bite. I promise you that." Garak kept his hands well away from the box as Nagis lifted the lid back and set it on the table. Inside the box, surrounded by red velvet, was a hexagonal Cube split into three sections. Symbols etched in gold and silver were inlaid and matched up against one another across the seams of each section. "This can't be...," Nagis said in a hushed whisper, realizing what he was looking at. "Oh, but it is. I managed to lay my hands on a variation that will give us much enjoyment." Dukat replied. Garak had become quiet as he studied the Cube from a distance. Slowly a smile formed that nearly matched Dukat's. "I take it you are planning a second run at the legend of O'Rourke's Daughter?" "Something like that. But much more ... intriguing. I plan on letting our fair haired knight of old have an option not quite unlike that of Mr. O'Rourke's Daughter's suitor, only this time I plan to give him the tools to make a proper choice." "I wage he won't do it." Nagis said confidently, turning the case this way and that as he watched the light shine on the Cube. "A wager is not a wager unless someone offers an alternative." Dukat pointed out, watching Garak intently. Garak looked once again at the Cube and then back at Dukat. "Very well, I wage he will. How do you propose to take sides?" He asked finally. Dukat shook his head. "Oh no, I don't plan to wager with the likes of you. I have another wager of sorts with an old friend who has sent some 'assistants' to carry out the game." "Assistants?" Garak asked warily. Nagis was too involved in the details of the Cube to care about the conversion. "Here is what I propose..." Garak started, leaning in towards the others. -------------------------- The manager waited until the clock had fully passed the hour before moving toward the back table. Distracted by the tone of the entry chime, he stopped as a young man and woman entered the shop. Dressed alike, both wore long black coats and each sported a similar pair of round, black sunglasses. Even their hair was jet-black and well past their shoulders. As they moved toward the back table, he made an attempt to intercept them. "I'm sorry, but we're closed. Perhaps you could come back tomorrow..." he began with a smile, stepping into their path. The young woman stopped in front of him as her partner eased around them. She brought her hand up and placed a cool palm against the side of his face. Instantly he felt a small jolt that raced from her hand and back through his body. "Your dishes are dirty and you need to clean up. You are alone, and we ... were never here." She said softly, lowering her hand and stepping around him. The manager stood in place for a few moments, seemingly lost in thought, before turning and moving back toward the counter. It was a shame he needed to clean up all over again, but a job was a job, he groaned to the empty shop. Stopping to watch him, the woman turned to the door and raised her hand again. A sudden gust of wind turned the open sign to closed, as the lock bolts slammed shut. Smiling for the first time, she looked over the rest of the shop before turning to rejoin her companion. ----------------- "Dru, you have mastered that ability a bit too well I see." Her companion said as he patiently waited for her. The woman completed a mock curtsy before him. "My master is pleased?" She asked in a child like voice. "Please. The Lord help anyone who claimed to be *your* master." He replied with a shake of his head. "Drusilla! Gregor! It is *so* good to see you!" A voice yelled out from behind them. Turning, they approached the trio at the table. "These," Dukat said pleasantly, gesturing to the newcomers, " are the very two I was just telling you about." Nagis looked them up and down and paid particular attention to the young woman. "Perhaps afterwards, I, I, uh, I mean, we could get to know one another." he said with a grin. Gregor smiled with amusement. "I suspect you would learn things about Dru that you don't want to know." "Now, now." Dukat said pleasantly. "They have been retained by an old friend to set the game in motion and to make certain that the end is reached exactly as we need it to." Reaching across the table, Dukat retrieved the case and closed the lid. Handing to Gregor, he watched as it was passed in turn to Dru, who put it in a pocket without much examination. "You have the ... *other* pieces?" Gregor prompted as he turned back to the others. Dukat sighed as he reached in his shirt and pulled out a cloth bundle. This time Gregor examined the parcels wrapping before securing it in his own cloak. "Remember that in this case, timing *is* everything." Dukat said with a smile. The snapping of bubble gum startled them both as they turned to Drusilla. "Been here done this before. I'm bored. Let's go." she said evenly before turning and walking toward the door. "That one can be a handful." Dukat said wryly as they watched her depart. "In truth that is one of her greater charms." Gregor sighed. "Is there anything else you need of us?" "I will let you know, please go and get things under way. The full moon approaches." Gregor bowed slightly in response before turning and making his way toward the door. He saw the shop manager drying dishes and smiled as he walked out into the night. Dukat waited until they were alone before turning back to the game and picking up his cards. Smiling he reached out and pulled the pile of chips toward him. "As I remember, we left off with me taking the pot." ---------------- Outside Drusilla patiently waited until Gregor rejoined her. "You know, you should be more careful around Chaos Demons." He said pleasantly as they gazed over the late night activity around them. Drusilla simply shrugged in reply. "Have you contacted Knight yet?" Gregor looked at his watch and gauged the amount of time they would need. "Yes, he is expecting you in about thirty minutes. Shall we get the ball rolling?" ----------- Later that night, around 11:30PM EST (Toronto Time): Nick stood perfectly still as he examined the box in his hands. Galen's Cube. Up until a few days ago it had only been a hint of a rumor, something that even *he* had scoffed at when it had been mentioned. He had been struck numb to learn of its discovery, let alone that he could so easily acquire it. Momentarily his mind flashed to LaCroix, wondering if it was one of his tricks. The agent had seemingly released the cube with out so much as a question. Carefully he opened the box. Stepping under the skylight he caught the gleam of the moon on the polished surface of the Cube. Galen's Cube. Here in his hands. His eyes moved to the phone. He thought of calling Nat. Telling her he had found it and what it would mean for them. Mortality. Galen's Cube. A Father's love so deep he would give the life of his only daughter. No, failure was something he would suffer alone. Walking to the edge of the roof, he looked over the city below and wondered if it would look anything like what he had imagined when lit by the warmth of the sun. Pictures were one thing, but to see it with his own eyes... Turning back to face the moon, he opened the case and removed the cube, tossing the case off to one side. It was now or never. Raising the cube he began to recite the first verses that he had studied. Overhead clouds began to form, covering the stars. He reached up and turned the first section, forward twice and back one half. The clouds began to thicken and boil, bringing the first sounds of the approaching storm as thunder rumbled in the night. He continued the verses, using the old Latin he had learned. It was the turning of the second section -- four times and a half, which brought the wind. Swirling around him as he ignored the storm and continued the verses. Back thrice and forward one half. The final section locking in place brought the lightning. Spreading across the underbelly of the blackened clouds, it spread like the web of a spider. Rain began to pelt him as he held the cube up high and waited for success. The first bolt of lighting struck the cube, it's power racing from the cube and down his arm. A scream of agony died on his lips as his body rose in the air and danced with the lighting. He staggered as he was dropped back to his feet, and propelled back as a second bolt struck the cube. He watched in horror as the energy flowed over his body. Released from the energy, he never felt the third bolt strike him as he was driven down through the glass and pushed to the floor below. The bolt flowed from the cube and over his body, as he lay in spasm, his eyes wide and mouth open. Twisting and turning on the floor, the power finally released him from its grip, as he lay still and unconscious. The cube rolled across the broken glass as his slack fingers released their grip. Silence filled the loft as the storm dissipated, and the stars returned. A crow landed on the skylight frame, looking at the scene below. It's black eyes taking in the broken glass and the body lying sprawled on its stomach. The crow saw a gleam from near one hand and dropped to the floor to examine the trinket. Turning to look at the human, it waited for any reaction before picking the trinket up in its beak. Seemingly satisfied, its great wings spread out as it took to the air and flew back out the skylight. Soaring high into the moonlit sky, it moved over the city toward its target. The mansion was dark when it finally landed. The crow dropped the trinket on the front stoop as it listened for any noise or activity. Suddenly the feathers shimmered as the bird changed shape and seemed to turn into liquid. Flowing and molding, it formed a human shape and began to take on detail. Drusilla bent down and picked up the cube, pulling a chain from her pocket and attaching it to the top. Carefully she draped the chain over the door knob before turning and walking away. The plan was now in place with only the final chapter waiting to be played out. ------------- Shortly after dawn the following morning: Heat. Nick felt his skin burning, as flames seemed to trickle up his arms and wrap around his head. He tried to run but could not get away from the pain. Curling up in a ball, he tried to surrender. Opening his eyes, he became puzzled as he focused on the shards of broken glass around him. That was soon followed by alarm as he realized he was lying *in the sun!* Reaction born out of habit, he rolled to one side in search of shade, before he realized he hadn't been burning. He sat up and examined his hands to make sure he was not mistaken. Then he remembered the cube. Had it worked? Slowly rising to his feet, he took a deep breath before stepping back into the sunlight. The expected pain failed to materialize as he looked up into the blue sky. Tears, for the first time in centuries not of blood, streamed from his eyes as he raised his arms in triumph. --------------------- Elsewhere: LaCroix had been just entering his booth when he had felt the first pangs of nausea. With each step it had grown worse, finally driving him to his knees before he had collapsed in agony and lost consciousness. Pulling himself to his feet now, he was surprised to experience momentary dizziness as he turned and stumbled back to the club. From the sight that he saw when he opened the door, he realized he had not been alone in his agony. Several patrons were just getting up from the floor and were moving toward the door. He walked through the confused groups to find more confusion as sunlight splashed over him from the open door. Stepping aside, he was further surprised to not hear the usual sounds that the sun brought with it. Another patron opened the door and stood in the sunlight as LaCroix moved to stand next to him. LaCroix looked at the scene of confusion outside as he stepped out into unreality. "Oh, No..." he managed to say as he felt the warmth of the Sun. "Not Again..." ------------------- Across the street, The black HumVee sat idling at the curb as the two occupants watched the activity. Shifting into gear it slowly turned around and drove away. Inside, Gregor and Drusilla wondered what the next few days would be like and looked forward to the fun. "Let the games begin." Gregor said with a smile. "Fire in the hole..." Dru added, bringing on a fit of laughter as they drove into town. (End Of Opening) _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com From - Fri Aug 13 07:09:57 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11F9pg-0001Sr-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 01:24:48 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 1077; Fri, 13 Aug 99 01:22:44 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 7383; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 01:22:44 -0400 Date: Thu, 12 Aug 1999 22:25:05 -0700 Reply-To: "Shana N." Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: "Shana N." Subject: WAR: DP: "Of Vee-Bay and Dark Perks" (01/01) To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: bf5532c23a10ab0b54d11f79275e2768 *************************** WAR: DP: "Of Vee-bay and Dark Perks" Time: Friday, early am by: Shana Nolan ***************************** "Did you see their faces when we delivered the coffee?" Laughing and nodding at her fellow Dark Perk, the Dark Pink Ninja, Ren, Rose added, "Yeah, and this is what happens when you challenge a bunch of caffeine junkie DPs to a coffee taste test!" Ren grinned, turning the corner to head down the walkway towards the Dark Perk Mansion. "And now The Perfect Bean is a part of the Raven! I can't believe we actually got them to agree to exclusive merchandising rights." "Well, hey it is *the* coffee choice of all-- um... " Pausing to look down, Rose realised that she had nearly set her foot down atop of something, that something being a bedraggled Eric. "Eric?!" Pushing in front of her fellow Thug, Ren exclaimed "Eric!!" Looking like something the pink demon had dragged in, he mumbled a "not... sure... howgot... coffee... need... sustenance... " Ren and Rose exchanged glances, however he had gotten to Toronto he had made it in one piece... well, as far as they could tell... Side-stepping and opening the door as Ren and Rose hefted Eric up and pushed open the door only to run smack into yet another newly arrived Dark Perk, Caeryn, one of the newer Thugs, who was at the moment trying to wrest her duffel bag away from a pink demon. "Ack, hey!" "Hi! Argh.. gimme that!" Pulling backwards, the small pink slimy thing seemingly glued to the floor as it stayed hooked to its end, Caeryn managed a gritted smile. Setting Eric in a chair in the foyer, dusting off her hands, Rose looked over to the tug of war and gasped. "Burp!!" Turning its head, the demon suddenly released its iron grip and ran to the other Dark Perk, Caeryn suddenly flying backwards to skid on the hardwood floor with an "oomph." Having her hand snatched by Burp's, Rose waved suddenly, being pulled towards the Billiard room by the demon. "Be back later!" Ren shrugged to Caeryn, who seemed somewhat bewildered by it all as she lay splayed out on the floor. "Just another night at the DP Mansion," she winked. "Now to get some coffee for Eric there." * * * Meanwhile, upstairs in the Vault... "'Kay, if we unhook it here and here, and then release that spider-silk security system thingy, we should be able to get this monster down." Andrea grunted, standing at the bottom of the ladder, being rained with dust and such as Shana, the DP Angel, was loosing the prized Lucius in Repose tapestry from its honoured place in the Mansion Vault. "And why are we doing this?" "Because we have to. Tracy made it a direct order." "What, for that credit card bill?" Suppressing a sneeze, Shana nodded. "Yup." Catching an end as it became free of the mounting hooks, regarding the tapestry with curiosity, Andrea ventured "So we're actually getting rid of it... ?" "Well, not 'getting rid of,' per se." The huge former NA wall decoration dropped further into the Thug's arms. "We're selling it?" "Hah! There we go!" With a final snap of a hook, the entire tapestry dropped to the floor of the vault, raising a dust cloud, nearly dropping Andrea with its weight. Coughing at the top of the ladder, Shana said "And here I thought they beat this more often... but yeah, we're selling it." * * * Back downstairs in the ballroom... Typing furiously at a keyboard, a stack of paper work at either side, Mary, Godmother of the Dark Perks was trying to get everything taken care of before the Tapestry was dragged down the stairs and to its ultimate destination. "Hey Mary, they've got it stuck at the landing, one of those griffins reached out and grabbed it." Ren ran in the room and then promptly ran back out to watch the mayhem. Glancing up, her blonde hair falling around her face, the Godmother sighed. She knew it wouldn't get out of the Mansion without a struggle... now to get it out with a certain Dark CERK Perk discovering what was going on... With a sigh she stood up and walked out of the ballroom, stepping into the fray, as it were. On the end nearest the top of the stairs, Andrea was holding onto the now rolled up tapestry, covered in grey dust. On the other end was Shana, supporting her end as Caeryn was wedging herself between the banister and the tapestry, carrying a broom for which she meant to thwack the griffin statue with until it released its grip. Sighing, Mary looked around the hall, pausing as she noticed Eric still slumped in the chair he had been deposited in, slowly nursing a large cup of coffee. Ren shrugged. "Some of us drive or fly here, Eric stumbles." "Whatever works. What about everyone else?" "Give it back!" *thwack* "Let go!" *thwack, thwack* "*Give* *it* back!*" Ignoring the humour in beating up a staircase carving, Ren rattled off, "Andrea mentioned scary turbulence food so I assume she flew, um, Rose and Caeryn? I dunno... haven't seen Rose since Burp found her again. And then of course you, me and Shana never left... " Mary nodded. "Wonder where everyone else is, It's awfully quie-- " "What in the name of Jake Blues' ghost?!" Ren grinned. "Laura's here now." Mary pinched the bridge of her nose. Maybe it was time for another cup of coffee... Standing with her Duffel Bag o' Doom, dressed in pink camos, the Dark CERK Perk stood aghast in the mansion threshold. "Where's my tapestry going?!" Shana turned her head in surprise. This was going to be interesting... "Sidekick!! Hey Laura! So glad you made it!" Grabbing the redhead in a bear hug, turning her so she couldn't see the escapade on the staircase, the Dark Pink Ninja grabbed the duffel bag and attempted to head for any place but the hallway. Not that Laura would have anything to do with that particular plan. "Almost have it free... " With a final *thwack,* Caeryn dropped the broom on the griffin's head just as it released the tapestry, Andrea and Shana struggling to balance themselves. "'Kay, bring it on down, Thugs!" Mary called. Stepping up cautiously to the Godmother, a but-I-like-it-here look on her face, Laura asked "So where is it going?" "Well, we're selling it on Vee-bay and we've made arrangements to have it displayed someplace fairly public so people know what they're bidding on." "Vee-bay?" Backing down the stairs, Shana coughed and offered, "Yeah, online auction house, it's great, we can monitor the bidding at any time of the night... " Laura pressed further, "So where it is going on display?" Mary grinned. "Someplace where we can keep an eye on it. With friends." Watching Andrea's end come off the final step as Ren opened the door to let the tapestry through, the Dark CERK Perk looked around for a moment and then promptly ran out the door behind it, shouting back, "Okay, I'll make sure it makes it okay, and uh, make it look good for displaying... " Mary shook her head, grinning. Standing next to Ren, the two blondes listening to the ruckus outside as the tapestry was loaded into the pink caddy, they watched as Caeryn yanked out part of the broom from the now inanimate griffin statue. A few moments later the DP Angel came back in, her normally auburn hair grey with dust. "So, fearless leader, shouldn't the announcement be dropping soon?" "Hmm, let's go check." Mary headed off for the ballroom, tailed by the three other DPs. Clicking off the screensaver and opening the browser, an evil laugh filled the room as Mary read aloud the message on the screen. "'New to Vee-Bay tonight: the one of a kind Lucius in Repose Tapestry, a full sized wall hanging of the General himself, currently in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, live viewing location information forthcoming... now open for bidding as of 12:01 am, EST.'" ************************* Shana, dpangel@thegrid.net the DP Angel, DP 2nd in Command From - Fri Aug 13 07:09:59 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11F9tD-0001ef-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 01:28:27 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 7284; Fri, 13 Aug 99 01:26:21 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 7504; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 01:26:21 -0400 Date: Thu, 12 Aug 1999 23:37:12 -0700 Reply-To: Cousin Mary Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Cousin Mary Subject: War: DP: Friends, Cohorts, Twins and Associates (1/1) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: b7a86ad0cd029b649d4b3a6a7ef23a61 WAR: DP: Friends, Cohorts, Twins and Associates (1/1) Place: Toronto, Dark Perk Mansion Time: Friday the 13th, 12:01am By: Cousin Mary 16 year old SNB looked at the rapidly accelerating Toronto bound train with an expression of excitement mixed with terror, "Come on Jack, we can make it!" She patted the golden retriever at her side and started running. "Come on S! You can do it!" Maya called out. Her own retriever, Summer's tail wagging excitedly, she shoved the dog aside to keep from getting whapped in the face again, "Hurry S!" Her legs pumping, the teen ran up next to the boxcar and held out a hand to her friend, "A little help?" Maya, shoving her brown bangs from her eyes, reached out and grabbed the hand. She flinched as Jack leapt into her and nearly let go of her friend, but just as the train started speeding over a bridge, Maya hauled her fellow DP thug into the open door of the boxcar. "Ooff!" The two teens laid on the plank wood floor panting. Slowly SNB started to giggle, "I don't think this is what Mary had in mind when she said 'get to Toronto anyway you can!" Maya rolled to her side and looked at the purpled hared thug like she'd sprouted another head, "This is not a laughing matter! We could have died!" "I know, sorry," She sat up and looked around, "Next time we'll get to the station on time... maybe even ride in the passengers' car!" SNB giggled again. Maya rolled her eyes, she petted Summer when he came over and licked her face, the small doggie cast on his left front leg thumping as he walked. (When dogs challenge school buses, the buses usually win) She'd been in Idaho visiting her fellow Dark Perk when news of the war had come down. They'd gotten the email, just the attachment with the picture of the headless pink bunny. Maya smiled as she remembered the shriek of glee SNB had let out at the sight of the unmistakable sign, War 10 was finally going to start. Mary, the Godmother of the Dark Perk Mafia was from Idaho too, though already in Toronto when rumors of the war had started circulating. After sending the lovely parent-scaring email, she'd called, she needed them to stop by her house and pick up a few things before they came up... that's why'd they'd almost missed their train, they'd been running godmommy errands. "So..." Maya looked around the car and smiled, bags of buttons lined the walls. "What'd Mary have you get anyway?" SNB shrugged, "She told me to 'get the box under the bed,' so that's what I did." "But what's in it?" Maya pressed. "Dunno," SNB held the humidor up and shook it, "It's locked." Maya gave her a look. SNB shook her head, "No. I can't just break into Mary's private-" Maya gave her a DP look. "Okay fine," SNB slapped down the box with a grin and pulled out her lock pick, two seconds later, the wooden humidor was open. "What the hell?!" Maya looked down and yanked loose the very official looking contract, signed by their very own DP Godmother.... "The Raven has the exclusive rights to sell 'The Perfect Bean' DP brand coffee?!" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Flashback to 3 weeks earlier<<<<<<<<<<<<< "Non, ma chere," Janette lifted her goblet and took a small sip before continuing, "Armand is by far the best body/tattoo artist in the city." Tracy just shook her head and smirked. She looked around the Raven and sighed happily, it looked much better now that Janette was in charge again. She'd really hated coming here when Lacroix had owned it, it had lacked Janette's style, her flair, her drama. He'd taken the once sophisticated, sultry nightclub and turned it into an undead 'Hooters.' Thank God Janette had come back and taken over again! "You disagree?" Janette arched one perfectly sculpted dark brow at her young friend. She had known the blonde for years, when Tracy had first graduated from the academy she'd celebrated at her club... Janette had hosted the small gathering herself. When she'd found it necessary to leave Toronto, her young protigi had been one of the things she'd missed the most. Of course, at the time Tracy had not known of her true nature but now... She watched the blonde, a detective now, carefully wipe up the small mark her coffee mug had left on the bar. "Maybe if you like pain," Tracy laughed, smiling at her friend. "Ling Fat is -much- better, always clean too." "I suppose, that must be taken into consideration," Janette sniffed delicately, "for some." Tracy smiled, taking a drink from her mug and grimacing, "Ugh, that's bad." "The coffee?" Janette frowned, "Oui, I know, but it is so hard to find a good vender in Toronto." She sighed, "I -have- tried." "You know Janette," Tracy's eyes lit up, "I know some people..." Just then a pair of blondes walked in. "So you're Tracy's twin sister, right?" Urs blinked at the girl beside her. Hadn't Vachon told her that Tracy had an 'evil twin'? Well, obviously this must be her! She looked just like the cop! 'Tall, slender, same hair, they even dressed the same,' Urs thought, eyeing the khakis and plain knit shirt. Mary smiled at Urs, but didn't answer. She'd come to the Raven looking for Tracy (the cop was here a lot since Janette had taken over again) and run into Urs on her way in. The blonde vampiress seemed to think she was the twin Vachon had mentioned in 'Trophy Girl.' Sure people noted the resemblance a lot, heck, she'd passed herself off as Tracy last war several times. But being Tracy's evil twin... that just opened up a world of possibilities! Urs chewed her lip and looked at Mary closer, they weren't -exactly- the same, "Must be fraternal twins," She mumbled before heading to the back to grab her paycheck. Mary smiled her evil DP smile again before looking around for her faction's leader. After a moment she spotted Tracy sitting at the bar and walked over, "Hi Trace! Ready to head to the Mansion and teach that kick-boxing class?" "Yeah in a minute," Tracy smiled back at the DP Godmommy, then glanced at Janette who was still frowning over the Raven's atrocious coffee. "But first... Mary, the DP's coffee supply, the 'Perfect Bean,' we have a lot of it right?" The philosophy major frowned, but nodded, "Yeah, and more comes everyday from the plantations. Why do-" Mary's eyes slipped from the plotting Tracy to the suddenly delighted Janette, she quickly put 2 and 2 together. "What? No!" Tracy nodded, "Yes." She beamed at Janette, who beamed back. "It really is a most wonderful business deal, ma cherie," The vamp nodded, "We shall have the exclusive rights to sell your brew, and split the profits fifty, fifty." "But, but, but!" Mary made a few frustrated hand gestures, but no real words after that. Tracy noticed the glazed-over panicked look the DP listmommy was getting at the prospect of losing her coffee... she knew the feeling all too well. "Don't worry Mary," She patted her arm, "You'll still have enough for the DP." "Will we?!" Mary choked back a desperate sob. "Oui," The proprietress nodded, "Ecoute, I am not Nicolas, I would -never- take too much." She smiled as Mary calmed down, chuckling at the small Nick-bashing. Oh well, it was well worth mocking her Nicolas if it kept the girl from hysterics. "Anyway, you have what? 3 metric tons of the stuff stashed as it is?" Tracy cracked. "5, With more coming," Mary corrected with a wry grin, "Okay, so I guess we won't run out." Tracy and Janette smiled hugely. "So, we have a deal?" Mary sighed, looking from one woman to another. She didn't really have a choice did she? "Okay, we have a deal." The friends shook on it and Mary signed on the dotted line. It was official, the DP and Ravenettes were in business together. May God have mercy on all Toronto. >>>>>>>>>>>> End, beginning, whatever *eDPg* Cousin Mary ___________________________________________________________________ Get the Internet just the way you want it. Free software, free e-mail, and free Internet access for a month! Try Juno Web: http://dl.www.juno.com/dynoget/tagj. From - Fri Aug 13 07:10:00 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11F9u2-0001fo-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 01:29:18 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 9699; Fri, 13 Aug 99 01:27:14 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 7538; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 01:27:14 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 00:28:41 CDT Reply-To: Dark Hearts Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Dark Hearts Subject: WAR: Urchins: Back in Your Face (01/01) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: e30702aa71bd174ce0cf4c8ccb72e02d WAR: Back In Your Face (01/01) Place: Toronto, Dark Perk Mansion Time: Friday the 13th, 12:01am by Dark Hearts (with a nod to Ren for Inspiration ) c 1999 Trish dusted off her dark pink Harley. It had been in the DP garage for some time, and it was full of cobwebs and pink fluff from stuffed bunnies. The keys were dangling from the ignition, an admission of her neglect these past months. Karen whistled. Wow. You DP s really are the coolest. What a bike. Trish smiled at her new friend, Urchin and recent DP Thug. I told ya. She smiled. Trish started the engine, and it quickly rumbled to life. C mon, she almost had to yell over the din. Let s go find Urs. No, Thanks. Karen shook her head, as she looked at the dangerous machine. I ll stay here. She yelled. I ve got work to do. The first of which, she thought, as she watched Trish pull away, was to find the famous DP coffee. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They had arrived late Wednesday night at DP Mansion, to find The DP godmother, Mary, along with DP s Shana and Ren plotting their first moves in the War. Trish noticed the glazed look on Mary s face as Shana feverishly outlined her plan, and Ren just kept saying, I don t think we can do that. Can we? and looking to Mary for reassurance. The loud thunk the entering Thugs duffel bags made as they hit the floor finally seemed to draw their attention from what they were doing. Reinforcements! Cried Shana, jumping up and throwing her arms around Trish in a hug. New recruit! Yelled Mary, carefully taking in Karen s appearance. Hey, hold on there. This one is mine. Karen had the appearance of a doe caught in someone s headlights. Yours? laughed Mary. You re a DP! Well, that s true. Trish replied, but I was an Urchin before I was a DP. Urchin? Pah! There aren t any Urchins, are there? Mary looked pointedly at Shana. Shana shook her head. Um Karen is an Urchin. Karen looked uncomfortable under the scrutiny of the Godmother s gaze. Her resolve about this whole War thing was fading fast. She cleared her throat. Look um, Karen began, Tracy, it s not all my fault. You see She stopped when she noticed all the DP s smiling. Ren just shook her head. Karen, this isn t Tracy. This is Mary, the DP Godmother. Trish said. And, regardless of what she would like you to think, she won t eat you alive. Come on. Let s find you a room. Urchins, Mary! Remember! Trish called as she pushed Karen up the stairs, and dragged her loaded duffel bag behind her. She grinned as she saw Mary put her fists on her hips and stomp her foot in true Godmother tradition. Don t worry, Cousin Mary. We ll fight for you and with you. She laughed. I may be an Urchin, but I m still a DP. Burp made an appearance by Trish s shoulder as she made her way up the second flight of stairs and, as she swatted him away, he giggled with glee. Truth was, she was glad to be back. Even if it meant dealing with little pink demons. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Trish cut the engine of the Harley outside Urs Parlor. The tattoo shop was busy at this time of night and Trish could see Urs playing hostess to a group of Loud and Rowdy s. There was a line of bikes in front of the shop, most of them Harley s. Trish looked around as she stepped in. The shop was well lit and clean. People were socializing as well as having tattoos and piercings done. The atmosphere was generally happy. Trish smiled when she saw Alma behind the counter, filing her nails. Well, she thought, I m a DP. I can tear it up with the best of them , but before she got too far into the shop, she heard Urs squeal. Trish! Oh my God! She threw her arms around her overwhelmed faction leader. What are you doing in Toronto? Trish wasn t sure this was the place to talk, but time was running short. There s going to be another war. Urs smiled and waved her hand in the air. Oh, that silly thing again? She turned abruptly, curling up in one of the vacant barber s chairs. Why would I be worried about a war? Trish sighed. She had a feeling Urs would feel this way. Why shouldn t she? She had been ignored for a long time. This time you re needed. Trish said quietly. Urs turned her eyes down, her long black lashes almost touching her cheeks. I m needed here. She sighed. Trish looked around again. That s true. She agreed, but this time Tracy needs you. Trish held her breath, hoping that the mention of the blonde cop would get Urs attention. Tracy? Urs looked surprised. Yep. And the DP s. DP s, huh? Urs smiled. Yep. Oh, All right, Urs rolled her eyes. The upstairs apartment is being painted anyway. She wrinkled her nose in distaste. Urs threw her keys in Alma s direction; the dark blonde vampire caught them without even looking up from her Cosmo. Lock up, Alma. Urs grinned. I think I m gonna be awhile. Trish was already revving the engine of the Harley by the time Urs climbed on the back. Where are we going? Trish smiled over her shoulder at Urs, before gunning the bike. 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Visit http://www.msn.com From - Fri Aug 13 07:10:00 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FA7X-00029o-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 01:43:16 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 1126; Fri, 13 Aug 99 01:41:10 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 7978; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 01:41:10 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 01:42:42 -0400 Reply-To: Shelley Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Shelley Subject: WAR: Cousins LCL: Getting There is Half the Fun (1/1) To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: d2b4e0f2067f7f9929a0c516ec8aa4e8 Title: Cousins LCL: Getting There is Half the Fun (1/1) Date: Friday, August 13th Time: 7am Eastern Time By Cousin Shelley, with permissions and help of all used The phone was ringing incessantly. Unfortunately, the timing was not the best as Shelley had an armful of clean laundry and was attempting = to placate a miserable 2 year old while avoiding the numerous toys = on the floor in her path. Sighing deeply, she dumped the clothes on the table and began to search for the phone. Finding it, she answered "Hello?" breathlessly. "Shelley?" the voice on the other end asked. "Yes, speaking" she answered. "Hi, listen, it's Cousin Tok, a war has been called. Can you get up to Toronto as soon as possible?" "W-w-war??" Shelley squeaked out, wondering how in the world she was going to tell her husband the kids would be all his for 2 weeks... again. He *hadn't* been pleased the last time war had broken out. "Yes, a war...will you be staying with the Light Cousin's again? Can you let them know?" = "Yes, I'll probably stay with them this war too, and I'll phone Arletta and let her know about the war" Shelley replied, regaining some of her composure. Hanging up, she quickly picked the phone up = again and began to dial Arletta's number. "Arletta, w-w-war has broken out", Shelley squeaked into the phone, losing her tenuous grasp on her composure again. "War?" Arletta repeated, wondering why Shelley was squeaking so much. "Would you like to drive up together? I can hop a train to = Philadelphia, if you can pick me up?" "Uhhhh...yeah, sure" she replied, "when?" For the next couple of minutes, the two hammered out the details of = the rail schedules and their own schedules. Finally, the details = ironed out, they hung up. = ----=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D****=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D---- TIME: Friday, August 13th, 10am Eastern Time Pulling the van into a handicapped parking space at the Philadelphia = train station, Shelley got out and hurried into the building. She had forgotten how bad the traffic could be and was running late. After entering, she rode the escalator to the main floor and hurried over to the center of the room where the information booth was located. Reading the giant sign overhead, she saw that Arletta's train was delayed...as was every other train listed. She sighed to herself, = wishing she would have remembered that every other time she had been here, the trains had also been delayed. She could have saved herself and her back the aggravation of hurrying so much. Finding one of the hard wooden benches nearby, she settled in to wait with the rest of the crowd. Finally, after about 15 minutes, the = giant sign listing the trains announced that all trains were now = running an hour late. Sighing, Shelley got up and began to wander aimlessly around the small shops in the station and wonder idly = why a war had been called. Checking the clock on the station wall, Shelley was glad to see that the hour of waiting was finally over. Glancing at the giant sign, she also saw that they had not put up any further delays, and in fact, had announced the arrival of the train. She began walking towards the far wall, where arriving passengers would come from. Seeing Arletta pass through the door just as she got there, Shelley = waved and called out her name. "Is that all the luggage you have?" Shelley asked as the two got close enough to hear each other. "Yes, this is it" replied Arletta, pointing to a huge bag she had slung over her shoulder. "It's enough, believe me!" she said, shifting the bag uncomfortably. The two women walked to the escalator, then out of the building into the August heat. "I hope Toronto is cooler" Arletta said, shifting her bag again. "Where are you parked?" Shelley pointed to the dark red van directly in front of them in the first spot. "Sometimes I just *love* handicapped parking" she told Arletta, "especially when it's this hot!" They both laughed a bit and climbed into the van. Putting her bag on the back seat, Arletta began to fool with the = controls to the air conditioning as Shelley drove out of the train station and back into the Philadelphia traffic. = "So...just *what* did you tell John *this* time?" Arletta asked, = smirking to herself at the thought of Shelley's husband's reaction to the last war. "I, uh, left him a note" Shelley replied. Arletta giggled, "and the kids?" "Day care, same one we used in June when I had surgery" Shelley smiled back. "I even paid it up for the entire two weeks, so he can't = complain...uh, too much, anyway" she said, the smile fading a bit. "Ummmm, Shelley? These controls for the air conditioning don't seem to be having much affect on the hot air blowing out of the vents..." "Oh, yeah" Shelley replied cryptically. Reaching over to the control = panel, she hit it hard with the heel of her hand several times. = Cooler air started to blow almost immediately, much to Arletta's = relief. "You'll need to do that about every five minutes or so", she said = offhandedly. "I will?" Arletta asked. Seeing the nod Shelley gave, she sighed = heavily and settled in for the long trip. ----=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D****=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D---- From - Fri Aug 13 07:10:01 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FAV7-00005p-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 02:07:37 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 7371; Fri, 13 Aug 99 02:01:28 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 9201; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 02:00:48 -0400 Date: Thu, 12 Aug 1999 22:55:32 -0700 Reply-To: Cat Beck Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Cat Beck Subject: War:DP:The Scientist (1/1) by Cat Beck To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 0e6858f72f783411f04327287bdfd892 Title: The Scientist (1/1) Date: Friday, August 13th Time: 10am Eastern Time Pouring the remaining amounts of chemical buffer into the gel box with gusto Cat had finally had enough of normal research. She had heard about the strange happenings going on in other parts of the scientific community, and had been drawn to their darkside. Unknown to her colegs at the college she had taken to doing experiments of her own. Mainly figuring out how to make a bacteria secrete the jello substance that is currently the DP mansion's basement. Getting the samples through a leak, Caroline, Cat even found a way to get them fresh. Well tonight was the night, would they secrete pink jello, and would it have the same properties? Running from the boring part of the lab Cat ran straight to the secret experiment. Filling her eyes like many pink circles were the petri dishes of E. coli, with pink ozzing around the edges. Just then the phone rang. Grumbling at the interuption of the havock that she was about to bring upon the unsuspecting co-worker and student she grabbed the phone. "Hello? Lab." "Might this be Catherine Beck?" "Yes." "Well congradulations, you have gotten a scholarship to attend a week of interning at the Molecular Institute in Toronto!!" "Swell, well I am going home for a week, so i will have to decline the offer." "Well here's our number if you change your mind..." After talking with the coordinator of a science program for five minutes Cat was beginning to lose that early morning coffee buzz. The phone again? "Hello, lab." "Hello, I was wondering if I could talk to Cat Beck?" "And who might this be?" "Well my name is Tracy Vetter, and..." "Ohh, Tracy, sorry I am being so rude. I thought it might be another person offering to send me to Toronto to work on my vacation." "Well, I wouldn't call a War 'work' but if you don't want to come or can't come i would understand." "How about i show up on the DP mansion's door step about 12:10am Friday?" "Sure, sounds great." Mumble mumble. Rustling of papers."WHERE did THAT stupid PIECE of Paper go???????" GRrrrrr.... "Well, Cat, I will talk to you then, bye." "Tracy??? " Dialing the phone with an evil smile with a backpack bulging with petri dishs and equiptment, Cat had an evil grin on her face, almost a mad scientist grin. "Hello, Mr. uuhhh, the guy from the Toronto institute of Molecular Biology I would love to come up. I am leaving at 6pm on Friday the 13th, and I need clearance for a carryon with bacteria. ... What? Oh no, they aren't a health hazard at all . Kay? See you on Monday morning at work bright and early. Ohhh, do i have a place to stay for the weekend? Well I have friends in Toronto, so don't worry about that." _________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Bid and sell for free at http://auctions.yahoo.com From - Fri Aug 13 07:10:02 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FAih-0000RE-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 02:21:39 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 7551; Fri, 13 Aug 99 02:19:32 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 2081; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 02:19:33 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 01:04:55 -0400 Reply-To: Laurie Schlagel Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Laurie Schlagel Subject: WAR: MERCS: She's A Rainbow (01/03) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 9295f667c9fb8ee780fafd23a322e903 WAR: MERCS: She's A Rainbow (01/03) by Laurie Mercbard Time: Minutes before the opening post drops, because if we're getting a piece of the puzzle, we forgot to mention it Everyone used with permission. The feeling of unease increased as the night wore on. For the first time since the Mercenary Guild=92s Grand High Poobah Laurie Mercbard had returned to Toronto, her personal evil fan fic fairy, F. Hugh, was worried. Something was up, and he just *knew* he wasn=92t going to like it. The past few months had been a delight, what with a skeleton crew on at Merc Central and those pesky Ratpackers disappeared into the walls, leaving plenty of time for the Poobah to redecorate Merc Central in her own frightening image. But in the past few days, Merc Central had gone from a peaceful oasis of evil to a beehive of frenzied activity, with Mercs coming and going at all hours, and even a few Ratpackers putting in a hurried appearance. If all this talk of war was true, F. Hugh would have to watch his wings. Despite the pinnacle of power he had attained with the Mercs, the former Nunkies Anonymous fan fic fairy had not quite lost his ambivalence towards his former master, LaCroix. Yes, Nunkies (he=92s Nunkie to me now, F. Hugh guiltily reminded himself, Nunkie, Nunkie, Nunkie!) had agreed to let him stay with the Mercs. Yes, the Poobah had somehow convinced the ancient vampire not to reveal the secret location of Merc Central to his factions. Still, F. Hugh was fairly certain LaCroix would not let him - or the Poobah - off that easy. Especially considering the little surprise the Poobah had sent to the General at the end of the last war, right before she had skipped town, avoiding retaliation. F. Hugh=92s reveries were interrupted by a flurry of activity from the Poobah, who swung round in her chair, jarring the computer monitor where the fairy was perched. =93Finished!=94 The Poobah waved a piece of paper exuberantly. =93Finished what?=94 asked Geebees, sprawled fashionably on a divan in the corner of the office. Tall, blonde, and seductive, she=92d joined the Mercs to give the Ravenettes a fashion run for their money. =93My latest filk. Listen to this. It=92s called =91If I Only Was a Merc=92. It=92s a recruiting song to =93If I Only Had a Brain=94 from the Wizard o= f Oz.=94 The Poobah=92s mouth opened wide. At that sure sign of coming vocal abuse, Geebees covered her ears. *POOF* F. Hugh, who had developed extremely sensitive ears during his stay with the Poobah, popped out of sight. I could while away the hours Offending all the Powers Cavorting with a smirk. All the plans I=92d be makin=92 There=92d be so much bellyachin=92 If I only was a Merc. I'd encourage lots of trouble Then pick through all the rubble I=92d drive them all berserk. With the deeds I=92d be doin=92 I could have the Warlock stewin=92 If I only was a Merc. Oh, it would make them cry The chaos that=92s in store. I could think up tricks I never thunk before And then I'd sit And plot some more. I would not be in a faction That can=92t cope with the action They=92re too much fun to irk. I=92d finance so much evil War would go through an upheaval If I only was a Merc. Um, Laur, you can=92t piss off the Warlock in your opening post.=94 =93Why not?=94 =93It=92s politically incorrect.=94 Laurie began to turn blue, just as F. Hugh popped back in. =93And=94, Geebees hurriedly added. =93He can kick you out of the war.=94 =93Excuse ME???!!=94 The blue morphed into an interesting shade of magenta. =93I=92m a faction leader. Of the MERCS.=94 Geebees sighed. Grand High Pain wasn=92t even close. =93Look, I don=92t make the rules. I just break them,=94 she answered. =93You know the Warlock has final say over everyone, even faction leaders.=94 =93What if I was a faction leader AND the Warlock? Huh? Huh? Huh? Then I=92d have ALL the power.=94 Magenta turned rapidly into scarlet, as a demonic look appeared in the GHP=92s eyes. F. Hugh suddenly *POOFed* out of view. Geebees began to turn green at the thought of Laurie as both the Poobah and the Warbah. She was saved the need to reply by the re-appearance of F. Hugh, who hovered whispering in Laurie=92s ear. As Laurie bolted out the door of her office, both F. Hugh and Geebees stood with their mouths agape, marveling at the astonishing array of colors spreading across the Poobah=92s face. * * * From - Fri Aug 13 07:10:03 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FAkr-0003VB-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 02:23:54 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 9954; Fri, 13 Aug 99 02:21:44 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 2277; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 02:21:44 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 01:06:42 -0400 Reply-To: Laurie Schlagel Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Laurie Schlagel Subject: WAR: MERCS: She's A Rainbow (02/03) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: d57548d7e5bd1700a38bf9bb278c6604 WAR: MERCS: She's A Rainbow (02/03) by Liz the Lucky, Sara Orel and Laurie Mercbard Time: Minutes before the opening post drops, because if we're getting a piece of the puzzle, we forgot to mention it Everyone used with permission. Carefully checking to make sure no one was around, Liz snuck out of her room, heading for the newly-dug tunnel that led from Merc Central to Le Chateau des Autres. She almost made it. As her hand reached for the knob that opened the secret passage, she heard the VOICE. =93Oh Liz!=94 Resignedly, Liz turned to face the Grand High Poobah. =93Hi, Boss.=94 =93And just *where* do you think you're going?=94 the Grand High Poobah asked. "Don=92t you have bedrooms to clean, catering to arrange, RENTS TO COLLECT?=94 =93Um, would you believe to get some souvlaki?=94 Liz answered, squirming, as Laurie's face turned aquamarine. The Poobah didn't say anything. She just *glared*. Liz knew she=92d have to come clean. =93The Nothers don't have very many people this War, so they've hired me to hang out with them in exchange for room and board at the Chateau,=94 Liz confessed. =93What the hell is a Nother anyway? Sounds far too much like a Nunkie for my taste.=94 =93Nothers think Natalie should get her head on straight, dump Nick and find someone else, usually a made-up character or a character from another show. I'm setting her up with Joe from Highlander.=94 =93Not in this war, you=92re not,=94 Laurie humped. =93This is a Forever Knight War, and you=92re the Guild=92s House Mommie. Just how do you expect to carry out your duties if you're off gallivanting with yet another faction that has no purpose?=94 =93I, er, can't,=94 Liz squirmed. More glaring and color changing. But just think,=94 Liz quickly continued. =93If I'm getting free room and board, that means you also get two days at the Chateau as my tithe. Imagine, two whole days and nights, with every wish catered to, and not a RatPacker or Merc in sight. It'll come in handy towards the end of the War.=94 The Poobah did not relent. A lovely shade of emerald began to develop. Liz thought fast. =93And I can arrange for dessert for everyone at Merc Central every night for as long as the War lasts.=94 The emerald began to fade. The lure of chocolate was proving too much to resist. Sensing escape in sight, Liz delivered the coup de grace. =93And I=92ve already found a replacement. Sara=92s returned from her dig and she wants her job =96 and her suite =96 back.=94 She didn=92t mention that in fact, the deal between her and Sara was already signed, sealed and delivered, and that Sara had been acting as House Mommie since her arrival a few days ago. What the Poobah didn=92t know wouldn=92t hurt the rest of them. Laurie gave in, but she wasn=92t going to make it easy. =93OK, I want a *different* chocolate dessert every night. And you better make them spectacular." Liz breathed a sigh of relief. Internally, of course. She wasn=92t going to risk the Poobah changing her mind. Or turning plum. =93Thanks.=94 The ex-House Mommie Liz threw her arms around the Grand High Poobah and hugged her, ignoring the look on Laurie=92s face. =93That's for the ten hugs I got from Schanke last War. See yah!=94 She turned the knob and disappeared down the tunnel, as a current of color began once more to crawl up the Poobah=92s neck. * * * Sara shook her head in disgust. She couldn=92t quite understand how she had once again ended up having to share a house with sugar-addicted bouncy Ratpackers. Not just any house, mind you, but *her* house. She=92d had to miss last war, but upon returning to Toronto a few days ago, had reclaimed her rightful position (and more importantly, her cut of the rent) as Merc House Mommie. The fact that neither her nor Liz had bothered to inform the Grand High Poobah didn=92t phase her in the least. She=92d faced far worse than a shrieking Poobah in her time. She=92d been busily working with Liz in the last few days, opening the house, taking advantage of the absence of any Mercs to air out the sheets, air out the house, air out the attic, carefully looking for the tell-tale signs of rodent lovers in the house. Not too many shiny pretty thingies were scattered on the floor, which could either mean that the Pack had moved over to another location, had completely left town, OR (more likely, Sara realized) they had simply had a slow summer, and now that everything had been traded at the swap meet and they had been to Vegas, they would soon return to make everyone's life miserable. Screed himself was actually quite okay, very neat and tidy, but his followers were another story. Already this morning, Sara had defrosted the one older freezer, refilled the ice cube trays in the frost-free one, stocked up on coffee and chocolate ice cream, orange sherbet, diet coke, and other healthy things, updated the food-delivery phone number list, and put out cat food and water and cat litter for Ramona and George, the adorable but demanding merc central house cats. Their owner was spending the summer as a doctor on the Amazon and had been thrilled to have Sara resurface in Toronto just as she had been frantic for a catsitter. She=92d also bought in a new supply of fans and air conditioners, and arranged the laundry service. She'd had all the paintings of former Poobahs cleaned, and had even, grudgingly, given an airing out to the Nunkies in Repose tapestry the Guild had stolen from the Shrine last war. Merc Central was in tip top shape for the expected arrival of the troops. =93They ought to call me Superwoman House Mommie,=94 she thought to herself, as she happily prepared to head out to the used book stores on Queen Street. As she passed the computer lab, a hand reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into the lab and quickly shutting the door. =93What the =85=94 Sara began, but Gubs frantically interrupted her. =93Quick, hide,=94 she whispered, trying to shove Sara under a computer table. =93Down there. The Poobah can=92t see beyond the bridge of her nose. She=92ll never find you." As Sara protested, Gubs began to physically push her down. Suddenly, the door to the lab opened. =93Fee fie fo fum,=94 said the VOICE. "I smell the blood of a new House Mum." * * P.S. from the new House Mum: WHO burned the hole in the dining room carpet? Honestly I just can't keep anything neat! Sigh. Probably those ratpackers admiring the way the sun reflected off and shone (pronounced, in the proper Canadian way, "Shahn", like the artist) through the pieces of stained glass they were collecting. (she goes muttering off to her room on the second floor to which she has returned the LaCroix portrait by Jan Van Eyck, an item she had stolen several wars ago for just this purpose. It is calming, mesmerizing, cool... oh so cool... ) From - Fri Aug 13 07:10:03 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FAm1-0000Uo-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 02:25:05 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 1347; Fri, 13 Aug 99 02:23:05 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 2388; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 02:23:05 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 01:07:37 -0400 Reply-To: Laurie Schlagel Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Laurie Schlagel Subject: WAR: MERCS: She's A Rainbow (03/03) To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: c7b05076604ca591773b0703c3eeceda WAR: MERCS: She's A Rainbow (03/03) by Mildred Cady and Laurie Mercbard Time: Minutes before the opening post drops, because if we're getting a piece of he puzzle, we forgot to mention it Everyone used with permission. Gubs could smell the GHP coming a mile away. Merc Mommy General Mildred knew value when she saw it, and had immediately taken on the new Merc as her computer lab assistant. The recruit definitely had potential; Mildred could sense that she was almost as devious as her GHPness. So when Gubs suddenly stopped working and began to sniff the air, Mildred took notice. And when she jumped up, ran to the door, grabbed Sara, and slammed it shut, Mildred knew something was up. Such as the GHP. Not ten seconds later, as Gubs tried to shove a resisting Sara under a computer desk, the door opened, and Laurie stormed in. Her face was mauve, matching the color of the carpet. =93Ah, Sara, there you are. I need to talk to =85 OUCH! What was that?=94 Laurie almost tripped over a bottle of liquid on the floor. Sara took the opportunity to sneak past her out the door. Mildred ran and grabbed the bottle. =93Uh sorry. Didn't expect you.=94 She placed the bottle next to a box of syringes by the lab's door. =93Is there something I can help you with?=94 =93What=92s in that bottle?=94 the GHP asked suspiciously. =93It=92s for the new security system. Want to see?=94 Laurie nodded. Mildred headed over to the newly installed palm-scanner now embedded into the wall next to the Computer lab's door. The floor was littered with syringes and bottles. =93We need to make it stronger,=94 Gubs stifled a giggle. =93We can't have the drug full strength just yet... we get no chocolate if they're passed out for the whole War...=94 =93=93Drugs? Chocolate? What are you TALKING ABOUT?=94 The VOICE began to kick in. The Assistant Computer Genius spoke up. =93It's the security on the lab. It was my idea. Essentially, if someone tries to get into the lab without access, a needle comes out and injects a sedative. That way, if anyone ever finds us, at least the computers will be safe.=94 Mildred piped in, =93Also, it ensures that the Guild will get the appropriate amount of chocolate for computer use privileges from our own members. By the way, we'll need to code in your info so you can get access. Without paying, of course.=94 =93And don=92t forget I get a percentage for letting you have these new tech toys =85 and an assistant.=94 Mildred nodded. =93Was there anything else you needed?=94 =93I=92m looking for Sara, I could have sworn I just saw her,=94 the GHP declared, scanning the lab. =93Um, I just saw her heading downstairs,=94 Gubs said. =93I think she=92 s =85=94 The Merc stopped in mid-sentence, staring as the GHP turned a delightful shade of amber and charged out of the room. The two computer geniuses looked at each other. They=92d pretty much escaped the Poobah=92s notice in the past few weeks, while they=92d been setting up the lab. With war about to break out, that was about to change. =93Does she always change color like that?=94 Gub asked. =93No, only on her good days,=94 Mildred replied, sighing deeply. She had been working hard to make sure that Laurie didn't change colors too often. The calmer the GHP was, the less the VOICE happened. The less they all heard of the VOICE, the happier they=92d all be. After all, no one, especially Mildred, had taken their vacations and packed everything for Toronto to see Laurie do an impersonation of an acid trip. * * * Finns From - Fri Aug 13 07:10:04 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FAya-0000NR-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 02:38:04 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 7605; Fri, 13 Aug 99 02:35:58 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 3213; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 02:35:59 -0400 Date: Thu, 12 Aug 1999 23:38:51 -0700 Reply-To: J Jaxson Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: J Jaxson Subject: WAR: DP: Hi Ho Off To Toronto I Go (1/1) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 69d41e6fabc6b5392dd5a401f94edecd WAR: DP: Hi Ho Off To Toronto I Go (1/1) Place: Phoenix, Arizona Time: Friday the 13, 4:45am (PST) By: JJaxson All names are played with permission Startled awake by the sound of the phone. June reached blindly our for it. Vaguely wondering why someone else hadn't answered the dang thing. Sleeping like the dead had it's advantages. Laying her hands on the receiver jostled it just enough to dislodge it from it's cradle. As it went crashing to the floor she heard the voice of Cousin Mary the DP godmother. Eyes coming wide awake in an instant and making a grab for the phone was a feat to be seen. Placing it against her ear and saying half way into the phone. "Ugh hello....Sorry about that." Still half asleep and trying to stifle a yawn June cradled the receiver against her shoulder only half listening to what the person on the other end had to say. Suddenly her posture went ram rod straight. Paying close attention should be against the law this early in the morning. She dropped the receiver and ran to the front door. Yanking it open, not bothering to disengage the alarm on the house, she grabbed the envelope that laid at her front door. Delivered by special courier. Suddenly her sister was at the front door. "What's wrong." She yelled over the noise. Becoming aware of the alarm going off and light coming on in the cops house across the street, June quickly punched in the code to turn it off. Amazing that when your occupied you don't hear things. She told her sister what was up, and what the envelope contained. By the time she finished the officer was in her front yard, having just got off work. Assuring him everything was fine June and her sister went back into the house. Opening the envelope the contents poured out onto the sofa. Already knowing some of the contents she started laughing when she held up the key to the mansion she had left on her last visit. Attached to the long skeletal key was a very pink bunny with a twist snap to detach the body from the head. Getting up to make some gourmet coffee she assured her sister that everything was okay and she could go back to bed. "I need to go out of town for a few days though. I'm fixing to call and see what up. After that I need to call and let work know I need a few days off." Knowing how strange her sister was, and about her faction liaisons Sharon made no comment and went back to bed. June went to the phone and called her boss. After talking to her boss and making arrangements to take the next two weeks off she curled up on the couch and call Cousin Mary. Hanging up with the DP godmother June quickly scrambled to her computer. She had some reservations to make. Dialing up to expedia she chose the flight that would get her to Toronto ASAP. Flinching at the cost. Well their goes those tires she was going to get for her car. All for a good cause though. At least the car wouldn't be a problem, she hoped anyway. But from the sound of it, it was time to have some fun. Two hours later, bags packed June was headed out to the airport. Mentally going over her check list she definitely wanted to remember her laptop, maybe she could find the time to update her website. She had made a list of people to call from her cell to tell them she would be out of town. Oh yeah she need to make notes to call about when the courier was going to deliver her computer to the mansion. It was time to set up her home away from home. August Friday 13th, 4pm (EST) With a smile and a promise to call, June got out of the car. The guy next to her on the plane had been nice enough to offer. Even offering to take her to see the lovely sight of Toronto. She turned and started to walk up to the DP mansion. Boy it was still impressive. Seeing a few of the demons peeping around some bushes, she started to grin. It was good to be back. She could let down her hair and play with the little buggers. On the last visit June had taught one of the little guys. She had named her Peep because she seemed shy around the other demons, not to mention they picked on her. It made her think Peep was a very young demon. Using the key she let her self in, noticing it wasn t even locked. Complements of Peep she was sure. Going straight to the kitchen June noticed Mrs. Hitchcock at the stove she set her bags quietly on the floor and crept up behind her. Just as she was about to surprise her Mrs. Hitchcock swung around with a pitcher of froth in her hands. Froth went everywhere. June and Mrs. Hitchcock screamed. The DP s came a running. Everyone piled into the kitchen. The Dark Perk Biker Blonde had arrived. Finis June (^^)**MS**DP**MN**FKP**ETC... :-P THE BLONDE WITH BRAINS mrms_katz@worldnet.att.net "You're just jealous cause the voices only talk to me!" FK Faction Webring http://moonprincess.net/webring/ FK Backgrounds http://moonprincess.net/backgrounds/ From - Fri Aug 13 07:10:04 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FBHU-0001Dw-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 02:57:36 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 1446; Fri, 13 Aug 99 02:55:30 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 4003; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 02:55:31 -0400 Date: Thu, 12 Aug 1999 23:57:18 PDT Reply-To: Fleurette B Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Fleurette B Subject: WAR:Nothers: Opening Shuffle Part 01/01 To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 2512f3ce7c77ef74d599a467e67011bd "Opening Shuffle" written by Fleurette B., NightDancer, & Liz the Lucky Disclaimers: all people used by permsission, although why we're up this early is beyond me! Due to the "shuffles" being made by a couple of Nothers, this story must come *after* the Merc story, "She's a Rainbow." If you read that, you know why. ******** [Chateau des Autres] [*very* early Friday morning (somewhere around 2:4o-something AM)] "Now, don't start until I explain the extra rules." Kat looked up from her cards in surprise. "What extra rules?" she asked, her voice wary. Fleurette just smiled as NightDancer looked at her. "You get to do it, Dancer. I can never remember all the Reichert rules." "Reichert rules?" Kat asked. "Named after a friend of ours who taught us this way," Fleurette explained. "There's not really much to remember, Fleurette," Dancer scolded lightly. "Stack 'Draw Twos' and 'Draw Fours' and pass your hand on a '0.'" "Huh?" Now Kat looked really confused. "Here, we'll demonstrate." NightDancer shuffled through the cards in the stack until she found the ones she was looking four. She put down a red "Draw Two." "Now, in regular UNO, if Fleurette was playing next, she'd have to draw two cards. But in this version..." Fleurette put a blue 'Draw Two' on top of the red one. "You can stack them," Dancer continued. "Now, unless I have a 'Draw Two' or 'Draw Four,' I have to pick up four cards. But if I put down a 'Draw Four,' then Fleurette has to pick up eight. Get it?" "Yeah, I think so. Wow--you could really get quite a lot of cards that way, couldn't you?" "I think the most anyone ever had to pick up in a game I was playing was thirty-two." Jeanne, Fleurette's mother, shook her head. "You girls came up with this?" "Well, Kelly did. Or at least, her family did," Fleurette admitted. "We think," Dancer amended. "So, what about the zero?" Kat asked. "If someone plays a zero, you pass your hand to the person on your left." She grinned. "Trust me, it makes the game *really* interesting." "I'll bet," the other girl mumbled, shaking her head. NightDancer turned over the first card, a red six, and Fleurette played a red eight on top of it. The game circled the group a few times without a problem, until Jeanne played a "Draw Four." "Green," she declared. Kat stared from her cards to the pile. "Okay, now what do I do again?" "If you have a 'Draw Four,' play that and call a color. If not, you have to pick up four cards." Kat had a "Draw Four." NightDancer didn't. Glowering, she selected eight cards. Fleurette giggled. "Well, Jewelz, we could have played it the regular way." Dancer shook her head with a sigh. "No, this way is more fun." She smiled. "Except when you're on the losing end of the rules, I suppose." The whole group laughed. ********* "Hi guys!" a voice rings out from the hallway behind the group. They jump in fright. They turn to see Liz the Lucky laughing at them. "LIIIIIIZZZZZZZ!!!!!!" Kat screams. Then she jumps up and rushes the redhead. "KAATTTTTTT!!!!!" Liz screams in return as she catches her. They meet in a strange embrace of hugs and giggles. "A-hem!" NightDancer says, interrupting their reuinion. "I thought you were with your *other* frineds, Liz?" "You said you wanted me to hire me next War, right?" Liz reminded her, after breaking away from Kat. "Well, here I am." "War?" Fleurette asks, suddenly turning pale. "What's this about War?" "You didn't know it's War time?" Liz realized. "Oh. It is." "No, I didn't know. I've been too busy with the Grand Opening for le Chateau," Fleurette tells her. "Well, now you do," Liz smiled. "So what have you got for me?" "Wait a minute!" Jeanne Stevenson, aka Fleurette's Mom, pipes up. "How do you know there's a War? And who are we fighting?" "I'm a Merc. We always know when it's Wartime," Liz shrugged. "And don't ask me. I'm just the hired muscle." "Right," Kat added. "You're just supposed to sit there and look pretty." Liz stuck her tongue out at Kat. "Trying to make me catch it," Kat teased. "Hey!" Night dancer suddenly exclaims. "Stop that! Will you two *ever* behave?" "Kat, what's behaving?" Liz asked. "Donno," Kat answered. "Well, you'd better learn it," NightDancer continues. People under 21 might be reading this story." "You mean ... list {smerk} innocents?" Liz gasped. "Ewwwwwwwwww." "You know," JJ commented, "Daf is a list innocent." She said the words with a smirk, knowing how much Liz liked the stable boy. "We was just teasing," Liz quickly said, smiling. "What's a list innocent?" Jeanne asked with all the confusion of a newbie. "They're the ones not old enough to read smut," Kat explained. "You know, the stuff Liz and I write a *lot* of." ********** Fleurette slipped off shortly after Liz arrived. Shelet NightDancer and the others teach Liz the ins and outs of Reichert Uno. She snuck off to her office and picked up the telephone, silently thinking on her other faction of choice--Nunkies Anonymous-- and wondering how to explain to them that thier ScoutMistress would not be with them during the happy time to come. Dialing the number for the Shrine, she was answered by the incessant ringing of the phone. "Great! Nobody's home!" she complained, wondering where the all were. Then she remembered that Bonnie, the NA Scribe, had given her her beeper number. "Please Bons," fleurette whispered as she thumbed though her address book to find the number. "Please be near a phone!" The End Fleurette** (fleurettebrabant@hotmail.com) Nothers List Mommy & war 10 Leader Visit the Nothers at War; http://www.crosswinds.net/~fknothers/warroom.htm _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com From - Fri Aug 13 07:10:05 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FBKD-0004g4-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 03:00:25 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 7672; Fri, 13 Aug 99 02:58:21 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 4140; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 02:58:21 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 01:54:31 -0500 Reply-To: Lisa Luksus Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Lisa Luksus Subject: WAR: CUZ: Excedrin Headache #1 To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: bd18f859c954326938c4f85cdbe1b389 Excedrin Headache #1 by Cousin Tok Time: early morning, Friday, August 13th Place: CERK All folks mentioned by permission Tok rolled over on the bed in her room at CERK, cursing the ringing phone in words unsuitable for a PG-13 list. She cracked an eye open and focused on the bedside clock. Too blank-ing early, especially after her internal clock had adjusted to being around vampires. The phone continued ringing, so she forced herself to sit up and answer. "What the--" "Tok, forgo the usual morning pleasantries and listen to me very carefully," Lacroix growled. "Yes sir!" Tok sprang fully awake instantly. "Find Bob and ... Tser, isn't it? Find them at once and start summoning the Cousins. We shall need all our forces in Toronto as quickly as possible. You have my permission to make plane reservations on the corporate platinum card, if necessary. I know I can trust you not to abuse the privelege." "Of course not, sir. Um ... what's happpened, if I could ask? It's ..." Tok shoved a couple of Cousinly kitties out of the way and scrambled over to the window, pushing back the curtain. "It's *daylight*." "Yes, Tok, I'm quite well aware of that. I expect you to have everything well underway by the time I return to CERK. Within the hour, Tok." "Yes sir!" Tok replied automatically as the dial tone pulsed in her ear. Within the hour. She looked out the window. Yep, that was still daylight. Sunshine poured through her window. Duncan, her black cat (who'd been allowed back into CERK in spite of having dropped a glowing pink rat corpse on the General's head the last time) lounged on top of the dresser. Zorro, an orange tabby and the newest Cousinly kitty, crowded in next to his big brother. Willow, the grey girl, glared at Tok from her pillow. Gandalf and Merlin, CERK's resident vamp kitties, dozed in the warmth of the sun at the foot of her bed. Tok stared at them. Full sunlight. No smoke, no signs of distress. When she touched him, Merlin purred and chirped a greeting. Gandalf gave a 'mrowr' of annoyance and went back to sleep. "Oh boy ..." Tok dressed in record time and ran out the door. She rapped on Bob's door, but he wasn't there. Tser groused at the summons but agreed to start making calls. At least, it *sounded* like it could have been agreement. Tok summoned the elevator and headed downstairs to the War room. Just as the doors closed, a panel opened in the ceiling and Bob dropped through. Yep, War is definitely brewing, she thought to herself. "Hey, Tok, what's up? You're out and about pretty early today. I've just been working on the elevator's--" "Don't tell me. I don't want to know," Tok cut him off. "Get downstairs and start calling the GSS. The General has ordered the Cousins to assemble in Toronto ASAP. Bob, there's some really wierd sh--, um, stuff going on. I'll explain it later. Better yet, *he* can explain it when he gets back. We have less than an hour to get things moving." Bob arched an eyebrow. He was used to the General's sudden orders, although the timing was just a little odd. "On my way, Tok." He opened up a trapdoor in the floor and dropped on through before she could react. The elevator deposited Tok on the War room floor and moved on. Tok trudged into the War room and quickly found the Cousinly address book. Okay, best way to do this was to start a calling tree. She dialed Shelley ' number and waited impatiently. "Hello?" "Shelley?" "Yes, speaking," the breathless voice answered. "Hi, listen, it's Cousin Tok, a war has been called. Can you get to Toronto as soon as possible?" "W-w-war?" Shelley squeaked. "Yes, a war ... will you be staying with the Light Cousins again? Can you let them know?" Shellley agreed, and soon Tok was on to her next call. She made a mental note to restock the Cousinly Treasure-trove of Analgesics as soon as possible. It was going to be a *long* War. ************************** Okay, Cousins, consider this your call to arms. If necessary, your plane fare will be covered by the General, so don't worry a whole lot about *how* you get here. Cousin Tok But the end is not goodbye and the Cousinly kitties The sun comes up, seasons change in suburban Chicagoland Through it all, love remains tokaara@wans.net An eternal burning flame ICQ #13050398 / AIM Tokaara Hope lives on, love remains. From - Fri Aug 13 07:10:06 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FBQT-0004rV-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 03:06:53 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 0095; Fri, 13 Aug 99 03:04:51 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 4625; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 03:04:51 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 01:56:39 -0500 Reply-To: Kalira Isbell Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Kalira Isbell Subject: WAR: HAREM: Friday the 13th.....figures (01/01) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 4a682e47a78218b676c1af1e63130245 Title: Friday the 13th....figures by: KaliraRael, Nick's Harem, wife #22 I should have known. I should have stayed in bed. It was as inevitable as nightfall. A trip to Toronto......was that too much to ask? A nice quiet, uneventful trip. But, nooooo! Oh, it all started out okay. The tickets were paid for, the rental car reserved, map purchased and studied for routes to drive, everything planned down to the letter. I was looking forward to being with my sister-wives. We didn't get together that often, and it would be fun to slumber party with them. I was really looking forward to the "Nick discussions". I was taking the red-eye flight to save money and get extra time with my sister-wives. It started out okay, but then...... I had a plane change in Atlanta. The next flight I was supposed to take, the plane for it failed inspection. There I sat for 5 hours waiting for it to be fixed. Which made me late for my next connection, and it left without me. I got rerouted on a different flight, which sent me west to go east and added another 8 hours to my travel time. **Finally**, I arrived in Toronto! However, because I was late the car rental was voided. There were no more cars like the one I reserved, and I had to take what was left. It was a *lemon*. Seven stalls, 3 construction detours, and one instance of "I'm lost" later, I arrived at the Harem's address. Tired, dirty, angry and without my luggage (which was on it's way to Oregon for some unknown reason), and what do I find? I'm the first to arrive, and I DON'T have the key!!! Anybody know a good cheap motel?? fin From - Fri Aug 13 07:10:07 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FBrJ-0006PX-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 03:34:38 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 0154; Fri, 13 Aug 99 03:32:28 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 5534; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 03:32:29 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 02:34:17 CDT Reply-To: Kathy Walsh Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Kathy Walsh Subject: WAR: Ravenettes: Going to TO To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 2fb162b8a0cf268780e4b19d236122a8 3:15pm Tuesday, August 11, 1999 "Whoo hoo!!!!" shouted the brunette standing in the middle of the hallway, reading a letter. "EEEYESS!!!!!!!!" continued she, jumping up and down and clutching the letter to her chest. Well, it wasn't quite a letter. But the older woman in front of her didn't need to know that. "What?" grumped she. If certain Knighties of the brunette's acquaintance thought Lacroix could be cold, apparently said Knighties hadn't met said brunette's mother. Which was quite all right, as far as Kathy was concerned. For indeed her name was Kathy Walsh, and she was traveling to a galaxy far, far away er For indeed her name was Kathy Walsh, and she was traveling to Toronto, Canada to take part in her first FK War. {OK, OK. Sheesh. But this is the last time!} For indeed her name was Kathy Walsh, and she was traveling to Toronto, Canada to take part in FK War 10. {Great. My nit picking, Addict side just had to be elected editor of this post. And Kyer thinks she has trouble with inner conflicts . Humph. Last time. I mean it!!!} 'I mean it' -- and I'm a Knightie .> For indeed her name was Kathy Walsh, and she was traveling to Toronto to show the sleepy little city {That's "where we live" -- and the CDC didn't grow up here, so there. Besides, it proves my point! And if you speak up again about this sentence, I'll mail you to the Knighties for the rest of the war!!!} {BEHAVE!!} {What did you say??} { Yeah, right!} For indeed her name was Kathy Walsh, and she was traveling to Toronto to show the large, yet placid city how to have a good time, Ravenette style. {Ta daa!!} Of course, dear old mama would never believe it. Dear old mama would try to cajole her daughter into doing something less vile in name -- and boring, too. That's why Kathy clutched the paper tightly against her sleeveless pastel purple shirt and lied. She was a pretty good actress, if she did say so herself, so she figured she should be able to pull this stunt off . "It's an invitation, Mom. To go play with an orchestra in Toronto for a coupla weeks." The gray-haired woman looked skeptical. "How much does it cost? When is it? Classes start up soon. I don't want you to miss class for this. Will you be safe? I don't want you to get hurt." Figuring that if she was going to lie to her female progenitor, she might as well maintain civility (kind of hard when being bombarded with questions ), Kathy smiled. "Don't worry about the cost, Mom. I can afford it, what with the money Uncle Luke left me." It wasn't quite a lie as The Other Mikie, she had a friend (a.k.a. Miklos) who managed to skim a bit off Lacroix' seemingly bottomless treasure trove. "Who's Uncle Luke? You don't have an Uncle Luke. Are you talking about Star Wars again?" "No, Mom, I'm not. And yes, I do. He's one of Dad's relatives." It couldn't hurt to confuse the older lady by answering the questions in reverse order . The household patriarch was away for some job training in Denver, so the Queen of the Puckered Brow wouldn't be able to verify it besides, Kathy's dad had an interminable number of relatives and her mom didn't like them. "I won't miss any class that I won't be able to make up for. Actually, it was through the school that I got this invitation. Some of my friends in the flute section with me are going." "Is your buddy the tuba player going too?" Kath sighed. Her mom was convinced she should go out with an overbearing tubaist fortunately, he stood at the back of the marching band ranks, and she stood at the front. This provided less and less opportunities for meddling mom to see them together at football games . "No, he's not." "Are you gonna be safe? I don't want my baby hurt," crooned the ancient. 'I'm not your BABY!!!' thought said flutist. But she didn't say it. It was kiss up time. "I'll be fine, Mom. Don't worry about me." "Are there plenty of supervisors? I don't want you to get raped or anything," continued the She-Angster. This woman made Nick look carefree!! "Mom, trust me! Nothing bad is gonna happen!!!" Kath was trying hard not to lose control. If she slipped, if she seemed vulnerable, intrusive mama would force her into some sort of important thing at church. This lady could sometimes make Nick seem lenient toward people under their respective control! "There are plenty of people with many years of experience who are going to be working at this thing." 'Many, MANY years of experience,' thought the bespectacled beauty wryly. "OK but be careful!" "I will, Mom. Don't worry." 'Like that's ever gonna happen! That's about as likely as Divia marrying Vachon! Heeyyy that gives me an idea for a faction or a story .' She was lost in thought as the elder female drove away from the house where Kathy instructed a beginning flutist. It was only after the sandaled one had gone about twenty minutes thinking of a name for a Divia/Vachon faction -- 'Cold Hearts? Lonely Killers? Hey Vachon seems to like blondes. Hey!!! Almost everybody else on the show is blonde!!!! Hmm Janette and Vachon Raven Beauties? I like it! Betcha the Queen of the Ravens can reform anybody, even the King of the Slackers .' -- that she looked up. Kathy unclasped her hands from the paper and looked down at it. It was Teresa's recruitment pitch. "Victory!" she whispered. _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com From - Fri Aug 13 07:10:09 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FBuo-0001Qk-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 03:38:15 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 0162; Fri, 13 Aug 99 03:36:09 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 5631; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 03:36:09 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 00:07:59 -0700 Reply-To: Tserisa Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Tserisa Organization: Dragon of Velvety Blackness Subject: War: Cuz: Dang Diurnals (1/1) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: aaea8edc8c56183036e4e1ba8f2051a2 Time: Before, During, and After "Excedrin Headache #1", Friday the 13th Place: CERK and thereabouts All with permission. Watch out TO, here we come! * * * * Blasted Diurnals. Cousin Tserisa wished they had held the Fair at night, but noooo, they held it during the middle of the sun-shiney day. Messed up her schedule and everything. Most people had no respect for the Nocturnal. Tser had come to Ontario for a Fair and Rodeo, to exhibit her blue Indian runner ducks, Glitch and Sprocket. They had just won blue ribbons, best runners and champions at the county fair in her home of Oregon, and now they had recieved championship ribbons at the Fair in Ontario. Good boys. Tired and confused by the daylight schedule having been forced upon her, she had decided to head to Toronto with her accompanying menagerie for a little of some proper "night life". Oh, she always got looks walking down the dark Torontonian streets... riding an appaloosa horse, a burro trotting beside her, two very very strange looking ducks waddling behind, a very large tarantula on the burro's back, a very evil iguana scurrying around looking haughty, and a dove and a small parrot perched on her horses butt. In fact, some people, upon seeing the iguana, shrieked "Eeeek! A velociraptor!!" and fled away, much to Moses' delight. Others just stopped and stared. Some exclaimed at the strange ducks, "Look! Walking bowling pins!" There was that one traffic accident.... Cousin Gwen had immediately settled in to the NunkAnon Shrine, so at least the streets were free of a dignified toga-clad cat. Back to days of sleep and nights of prowling. Until early morning, Friday the 13th, when Tser's blissful sleep was shattered by the horrible cacophony of a phone ringing, Jabberwock, the Nanday conure parrot, screaming, and Morn, the ringneck dove, cooing up a storm. She picked up the reciever. "Whudyawan?" It was Cousin Tok, and Tser was to get the Cousins alerted and to Toronto for the War. Tser hung up the phone and began to lay down again, the soft pillow looking so comfortable. Suddenly she jumped up. "What? WAR???" She gathered up her animals, sped to CERK and began to make phone calls. "Cousins, this is one-third of Cerberus! War is at hand, and you must come to Toronto!" Calling them took several hours. After putting Smokey the horse and Lavalianna the burro in the Cousinly Stables, Tserisa moved herself and the rest of the Cousinly Critters to her room. "Moses," Tserisa said in exasperation to the golden-eyed, glaring four-foot female iguana, "get off the bed." ### pax, Cousin Tserisa (and the infamous Cousinly Critters) * tserisa@bigfoot.com * FK: http://geocities.com/~tser/forkni/ _______________________________________________________________ Get your free e-mail / e-card account that helps save wildlife! http://www.care-mail.com From - Fri Aug 13 07:10:10 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FCFz-0006bt-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 04:00:08 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 1635; Fri, 13 Aug 99 03:58:04 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 6118; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 03:58:04 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 17:59:48 +1000 Reply-To: TALIESYN@C031.AONE.NET.AU Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: "Alexander J. Braun" Organization: access one Subject: WAR:RAVENETTES: Arrival at Toronto 13/08/99 06:00 am To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 21b586684f8c634d1e3370b90bbd1a92 As the aircraft was approaching Toronto's Pearson International airport I thought on the e-mail from Kimberly that started this flight it had been awhile since I was in Toronto and I was looking forward to arriving and seeing Toronto again and seeing some of the people I worked with in War 9, Kimberly there are new members in our team that will be interesting. Jumping in to the cab at Pearson I said to the driver Toronto the corner of Richmond and Duncan Street. I hoped all the arrangements I started had been completed and the parcels will arrive at the Raven before Start of War party begins, I've heard strange rumours re this War I have a feelings our faction will be busier in this war more than the last one. I arrived it hadn't changed a bit The Raven still looked the same, strange I smell brewed coffee as I walked in with my luggage looking forward to see Janette and our team for this War I knew one thing it will be fun and done in style. -- Alex Braun - Taliesyn@c031.aone.net.au - ICQ # 12610993 "You know, I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them? So, now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe". Marcus, B5 From - Fri Aug 13 07:10:11 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FCdG-0007Lm-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 04:24:10 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 7855; Fri, 13 Aug 99 04:22:09 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 7170; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 04:22:09 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 03:17:40 -0500 Reply-To: Amy Reed Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Amy Reed Subject: War: Harem: Friday the 13th, what other day could it be? (1/?) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: c2485cfb0951e75febd1ecfbda8fa77f Title: Friday the 13th, what other day could it be? (1/?) by: Randora, Nick's Harem, Wife #1 Date: Friday, August 13, 1999 Time: 3:30am ET Randora could tell it was going to be one of those days. She had been driving for the last few days heading for Toronto. The Wives were planning a get-together and she and Amethyst were the only ones with the keys to Harem HQ. From the looks of things, she wasn't going to be the first to arrive after all. All had gone well until midnight, then everything seemed to start going wrong. Flashback to Midnight: Randora was only a couple hundred miles away from Toronto when he car suddenly sputtered and died. She looked at the trip miles (the gas gauge didn't work) and saw that she was probably out of gas, but there was no way to know for sure. She glanced at the time and saw the clock read, 12:01. She picked up her cell phone, silently thanking Nick for getting it for her last birthday and tried to find the number for her auto club. After pulling *everything* out of her purse, she finally spotted it sitting in plain sight in the ashtray. After a thirty minute wait, she was on the road again with a full tank of gas. 12:45am: Randora takes a wrong turn and winds up many miles away from where she's supposed to be. She finally gets back on the correct road with only an hour's loss of travel time. 2am: Randora can see the lights from the city in the distance and heads toward them. Unfortunately she doesn't notice she is now on a one way road heading in the wrong direction. After a few cars almost hit her, she gets the idea and gets off as soon as she can. After much searching, she finds the northbound lane and gets on it. She sees the sign telling her that Toronto is only 50 miles ahead. She presses the gas and picks up speed. Suddenly she hears a siren behind her. She gets a ticketed for going 80 in a 60 mph zone (note: I don't know how to convert to km.) 3am: She finally pulls into Toronto and attempts to find the Harem HQ, she'd only been there a couple of times. First when she viewed the place and again when she bought it. She hadn't slept much in the last 70+ hours. Needless to say, she got lost ... again. She finally stopped and asked directions. *** End Flashback *** 3:30am She finally pulls up in front of the HQ just as her car sputters once more and dies. She *knows* she's not out of gas this time. It will have wait until the morning. She's tired, sweaty (what can you expect with a car with a busted A/C?) and getting really ticked at the world in general. She got out and looked at the beat up car sitting in front of the HQ and wondered who had arrived first. She walked up to the door and hunted for the key. No luck. She dumped everything out of her purse again while hunting for it. After much searching, she found the key and attempts to unlock the door only to have it stick. Only brute force and much un-PG-13-like cursing was able to get the key to turn in the lock allowing her to enter. She stepped inside to be greeted by dust and cobwebs. They really should have planned to get together sooner if only to clean up the joint. She decided Scarlet O'Hara had the right idea and thought she would think about it tomorrow. She made her way upstairs with her overnight bag ... the rest of the luggage would be fine in the car overnight. She got to the suite she would be using only to find no furniture at all in it. She said another un-PG-13 word and threw some blankets on the floor and curled up on them hoping to get a little sleep. YFITK, Amy Knightie; Dark Knightie; GWDFC Number-One-Wife & Listowner of Nick's Harem; B.R.I.C.K. Listowner: FK-XStitcher -- "Cross-Stitcher of the Knight" fknight@acnet.net fknight@cyberweb.org - TexDKnght (IRC) Forever Knight Web Site: http://forever-knight.virtualave.net My Football page: http://members.tripod.com/~ReedStuff/nfl From - Fri Aug 13 07:10:12 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FCmG-0000n9-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 04:33:28 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 1693; Fri, 13 Aug 99 04:31:23 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 7367; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 04:31:24 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 04:33:04 EDT Reply-To: BBHinson@AOL.COM Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Rebecca Barker Subject: WAR: Cousins: The Call (01/01) To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: a4387b28f9ac019ccd3a9a30bc467938 "The Call" Time: early morning, 13 August, 1999 Place: Lafayette, Louisiana Becky rolled over in bed. What was this? The phone was ringing, and it was... what time was that on the clock? 3:09 AM? AM? She leaned over and checked the caller ID. Toronto, Canada. "Hello?" "Becky? It's Cousin Tserisa. You've got to get here to Toronto. Right now. There's war brewing." The message was short and to the point, and left no room for argument. Becky sighed. Why couldn't the General have put out a call to arms closer to dawn? She thought again about it. The General had no time for those who were indecisive. "I'll be in Toronto as soon as I can get there." There went the money she and Thomas had been saving for a honeymoon... * * * * * * * * * * end ~Becky From - Fri Aug 13 07:10:16 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FEKQ-0002mh-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 06:12:50 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 2125; Fri, 13 Aug 99 06:10:47 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 1861; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 06:10:47 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 03:40:24 +0000 Reply-To: xina@LIGHTSPEED.NET Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Kimberly Anderson Subject: War: GSS: Way too late at night (1/1) To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 749db6702669004f241f2a51a8998d5c Title: Way too late at night By: Kimberly Anderson Date: Friday, August 13, 1999 Time: 5:00am EST GSS Agent Ace, rolled over and yawned at the beeping coming from her lap top on the end table beside her Kingsize bed. The room was completely dark, though that was not unusual for any room in this specific location, the GSS headquarters in the sub-basement of CERK radio station, with the electric lighting -the only lighting- turned off. There were no curtained windows for the morning sun to illuminate or send beams through. Which Ace preferred, concidering it a bit rude in the first place for the sun to presume like that. She looked at the soft green glow of the face of her electric clock. 5:00am. She groaned sleepily and rolled over fading back to sleep as the beeping sound coming from her laptop faded into silence as well, having done its duty announcing the war alert. ---- ----Cousin Kim GSS Agent Ace o==|------------ xina@lightspeed.net GSS Site: http://members.tripod.com/~xena1/gonefishing/index.html From - Fri Aug 13 07:10:17 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FEhh-0003Iw-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 06:36:53 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 0761; Fri, 13 Aug 99 06:34:52 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 2532; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 06:34:52 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 06:36:31 EDT Reply-To: KnightGal@AOL.COM Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Cousin Jules Subject: WAR: Baubles, Bangles & Beads (01/01) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 3cef1b95c6f2f96d82cd3b46a5bfe5c3 Baubles, Bangles & Beads (01/01) by Cousin Jules Time: 12:30 a.m. Day: August 13, 1999 Place: CERK Participants: Jules and a flashback version of Nunkies Just past midnight, and, outside of maybe Lacroix and Jules, not a creature was stirring at CERK, not even a pink ratsie. Jules sat at her desk and opened up the styrofoam container that she had just picked up from Roppongi. She'd been in a bad mood all evening, and felt she deserved a little treat, at the very least. Opening up the box, the luscious smell of Yaki Soba filled the small office. Jules had decided that if one couldn't spend the rest of the night shopping, then good food would be the next best thing. Her troubles had started just after.... **Flashback** 9:00 p.m. August 12, 1999 ... she'd walked into her office in her non-sensible shoes and relieved herself of her stylish shoulder bag/briefcase/emergency nail kit. Looking down at her desk, she found a large, bright yellow Post-It Note smack dab in the middle of her blotter. In very neat, small letters, it read: "Where are all my pencils? Need flight to NY tomorrow Have you called Janette for more supplies?" Jules sighed. Just once, she'd like to walk into her office and find something nice, like maybe a 'thank you' note for having done a good job; 'keep up the good work' scribbled on her erasable note board after having put in a grueling night screening wacko calls; fetching mugs of hot blood; and making emergency trips to Sam the Record Man because the rest of the staff had either a) come down with the flu, b) a cold, or c) had messed up big time and put an Anne Murray CD in the Nightcrawler's collection by mistake and would never dare to show their faces at CERK ever again. "What am I? 'Keeper of the Pencils'?" she asked the empty room, lifting her arms in the air as if in supplication of some higher being. A moment later, and a tall, black-clad figure appeared in her doorway. "It's not asking too much, is it, Jules, for you to keep me in pencils?" Jules looked at Lacroix from under hooded eyes, just barely restraining herself from uttering, 'And a good evening to you, too.' Instead, she said nothing, merely pulled out her top desk drawer and retrieved a large box of already sharpened, recycled pencils and handed them to her 'boss.' "Don't say I never gave you anything," she told Lacroix. He approached her as she stood there, one hand on her hip, the other leaning against the top of her desk, a bored look on her face. When their noses were a mere two inches apart, he lifted an index finger in reprimand and asked her, "You know, you must learn to attribute better motives to me, my dear. Who knows what bit of fun you may just have missed by not making a ...personal delivery?" With the quirk of an eyebrow and an evil smile, Lacroix turned and, with his pencils, left the room, leaving Jules to imagine what she might just have lost out on. **End Flashback** Things had gone downhill from there. Here it was, 3-1/2 hours later, and she'd seen neither hide nor hair of Lacroix. If nothing else, he usually popped in at some point and said something wicked. Not tonight, though. Nope, it was absolute, utter and deathly silence that assaulted her ears - well, with the exception of the monologue that now lilted over the airwaves and all around the studio. Depressed, Jules dipped into her Japanese dinner and mulled things over. The man drove her crazy sometimes. She could never live with him. Yet, at the same time, like most of her fellow Addicts, she could never live without him. Life just wouldn't be complete without one particular member of the Undead among them. For all his 'flaws,' there were a number of points in his favour. Jules began to mentally make a list when, suddenly, her fork hit something. Pushing aside the noodles, she thought she saw a shiny object, which immediately caused her to look over and under her desk for any Ratpackers who might have been lurking. Satisfied that she was alone, Jules carefully picked up the bauble with her right thumb and index finger and took to cleaning it with the tree's worth of napkins the restaurant had so thoughtfully provided. Julsey thought. She immediately thought of all those movies where the gorgeous hunk puts an engagement ring in a glass of champagne. She was starting to wonder if she ought to run down the hallway with abject apologies when the object resurfaced from her paper napkin. Jules frowned. She examined it for at least a full 10 seconds before pronouncing sentence. "How....bourgeois," she remarked. Jules sniffed, then grimaced as she let her imagination begin to wander. With an "Ewwwww!" Jules closed up the box with half a dinner still inside and tossed it into the nearest rubbish bin. She kept the cube, however - its tacky nature, notwithstanding - and, after dousing it with antibacterial hand cleaner, set it atop her blotter. She was going to get rid of it. She was determined. She could do it. She just knew she could. Really. So why was it so...difficult? End (01/01) ********************** KnightGal@aol.com From - Fri Aug 13 07:20:48 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FFIX-0004bX-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 07:14:58 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 2258; Fri, 13 Aug 99 07:12:54 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 3704; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 07:12:54 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 04:14:43 PDT Reply-To: ForeverKnight Warlock Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: ForeverKnight Warlock Subject: WAR: ADMIN: Crossover Confusion To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 8d3b2a714481afc73f5b0e2f2710e83e Hello, It has come to our attention that some participants have interpreted the use of the chaos demons in the opening post to be crossovers with the show Star Trek. This is NOT the case. Crossovers are not permitted, nor have we done this in the opening post. The three characters mentioned had *names* that happen to be used in another show, but were never, nor should they be confused with, the characters on that show. The three chaos demons in the opening were, and are their own entities. If you have any questions or concerns, please send a note OFF-LIST to either fkwarlocks@egroups.com or fkwar10leaders@egroups.com More To Come, FKWarlock FKWar10 WarMaster http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Lot/9686/index.html fkwarlocks@egroups.com _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com From - Fri Aug 13 07:20:48 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FFMj-0004fI-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 07:19:17 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 2264; Fri, 13 Aug 99 07:17:12 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 3807; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 07:17:12 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 07:19:01 EDT Reply-To: Martin Fries Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Martin Fries Subject: War: DP: Special Delivery To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: c75ded13b8044736dce50890a2156848 Waking up late at night, or very early in the morning, is rarely a good thing that shouldn't be wished on anyone. But with the sound of his angry yet worried mother, Martin snaps awake in the motel room. "Mom, I didn't quite catch that. What is wrong?" He had called his mother earlier that night and given the phone number just in case there was any sort of trouble. "Nothing's wrong besides getting a call from the Toronto police." Martin knows its going to be one of those nights, or mornings. "What did the detective say." "Detective Vetter. . ." Martin calms down a bit with the mention of her name. "Says that a War, whatever that is, is starting and to get to Toronto." "Mom, there's no problem. The detective is a friend of some people I know. Thanks for calling. I'll talk to you later. Bye." Martin takes one moment and then rushes around, packing as fast as he can, including a wrapped object that goes first into the duffel bag. He had been having a great vacation with relatives near Buffalo when a friend asked to deliver something Martin finds rather odd to Toronto, a sword of all things. Even when checking with the friend and some other people, he finds that the deal is fully legal, the money good, and the paperwork allows him to simply drive past the border. He murmers something about about getting overtime before dragging himself into the older truck. He could've gotten a better borrowed truck, but none with that unique shade of pink, almost red. Looking at the map for several minutes, he realizes that maybe for once he won't get lost. The large bilingual signs help too in not getting lost. Martin murmers to himself as he tries to open sleep blurred eyes with lots of caffine, "Okay, just a couple of hours to the mansion and some good coffee." He spits out the motel swill and hopes that he can make it to Toronto on soda alone. ___________________________________ Martin _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com From - Fri Aug 13 19:22:11 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FGZe-0007eV-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 08:36:42 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 8701; Fri, 13 Aug 99 08:34:38 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 7519; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 08:34:39 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 08:36:25 EDT Reply-To: ScubaKAK@AOL.COM Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: ScubaKAK@AOL.COM Subject: War: FOD: Toronto, here we come! To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: a91f5c040a41b79f413da2c97c41a890 Toronto, here we come! by FoD Kathy Kuehn using by permission FoDs Rav, Cindy B., and Lori Time: Friday AM Location: Milwaukee, WI "I can't believe I am doing this again!" Rav muttered under her breathe, pulling on her pink drysuit, tucking her fins under her arm. "You can't believe this?? What about me? " Cindy replied, shuttering already at the thought of the cold Lake Michigan water. "Well, at least Kathy got you a fur lined drysuit". Smiling as she said that, Rav's thoughts raced to how that suit will smell if it got wet. A chuckle escaped her lips but Cindy missed the point as she wandered off proudly in her new limegreen outfit. Off, perched on a rock, Kathy had the dive maps unfolded in front of her, lost in thought. Lori, the newbie diver, was cheerfully assembling her dive gear with a smile. Kathy had managed to rent her the most wonderful purple colored dive gear she had ever seen. "OK, group, this time we will take a more direct route. We need to get to Toronto, post haste, but that certainly doesn't mean we can't have fun too." Kathy exclaimed just before slipping from the rock. "Ouch" Rav stood at the water's edge, flopping her fin in and out of the water, actually finding herself excited about the dive. Cindy joined her, warm in her new drysuit and feeling a faint desire to explore some as yet as unknown wreck. Lori stood in quiet meditation, becoming one with the water and Kathy, well, Kathy stood with the largest smile on her face that either Rav or Cindy had ever seen. They were headed to Toronto, to their friends and adventure. What was more exciting than that?? From - Fri Aug 13 19:22:23 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FI23-0006Lk-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 10:10:08 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 3532; Fri, 13 Aug 99 10:08:02 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 0239; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 10:08:02 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 10:09:35 EDT Reply-To: EnidKnight@AOL.COM Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Enid Rodriguez Subject: WAR: Enforcers: Arte Militar (1/1) To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 18bb8f4b93618f1557b909c76fc8d9d8 Enid grumbled as her phone rang. Caramba, that thing could could like a screaming demon at 4 in the morning. "This better be good..." She hissed into the receiver, wiping some drool of the side of her mouth. "I assure you, it is..." the deep voice oozed back. Enid jumped out of bed a saluted. "Sorry Sir! I was sleeping SIR!" she answered quickly, then realizing she was on the phone, relaxed. "Get dressed Enid. Get to Headquarters now, and bring your files and supplies. I trust you will be in uniform?" The intimidating voice asked casually. "Yes, sir!" Enid said respectfully. After getting off the phone with her boss, The one they simply called The Man in Black. She took a quick shower and packed up her black leather suitcase. "I'd better call a cab." She remarked, noting the time. She quickly threw on her black leather trench coat, taking out a pair of black Ray Bans sunglasses in her pocket. While waiting for her taxi in the hotel's lobby, she quietly sang her faction's hymn to keep her awake. I have seen the traitors talking to the mortals in the land They have told them of our secret but have stayed our killing hand If their mortals prove unfaithful we will bury them in sand The truth it can't be told...... But before she could break into her chorus the cab had arrived. While riding to Headquarters, Enid did her make-up, sliver eye shadow and glossy lips. "I can't fight this war without my Lancome, can I?" She thought to herself. The taxi pulled up in front of Headquarters. "That will be 12 dollars, Miss." The cabbie said, reaching his hand into the back-seat. "Sure thing...." Enid paid the guy, and made sure to give him a hefty tip. Being a New Yorker, Enid learned the fine art of over-tipping. Enid's black, leather platforms made a clacking sound that echoed as she walked through the lobby, and down the stairs. She was welcomed by a deadly stare from her boss. "It's started....Arte Militar" He said grimly. Enid nodded. "Warfare....at last..." She growled, her hands on her hips. "I can't wait....." From - Fri Aug 13 19:22:29 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FIiK-0000cU-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 10:53:48 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 3747; Fri, 13 Aug 99 10:42:48 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 3208; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 10:42:48 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 17:51:50 +0300 Reply-To: dce@dlc.fi Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: dce Subject: WAR: Ravenettes: Wake Up! (1/1) To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: aba6ccb97365512c1c23a35390a76632 Wake Up! (1/1) by Claudia Date: 12/08/99 Time: *Early* morning Bleary eyed Claudia swiped the alarm clock to the floor but the blasted thing still kept on beeping annoyingly. "Oh, all right already!" she mumbled grouchily. With a resigned sigh she finally got up and retrieved the battered clock from the floor, silencing it with perhaps a little more force than what was actually needed to achieve the desired result. Padding over to her computer she logged on and proceeded to munch down her breakfast while checking her emails. Mostly just regular list stuff, as she'd expected but there were also a few personal notes. One of them was marked as urgent. Clicking on the message she glanced at the sender address and smiled a little in anticipation. Her eyes brightened as she read Kimberly's note. There was a war coming up, would she be be interested in joining the Raven/ettes once again? "Am I ever..." Claudia muttered to herself, a wide grin spreading across her face. The morning didn't seem quite so bad anymore. While she finished reading the message her mind was already occupied with listing the things she'd need to do. Arrange some time off from work. Check. Book a ticket to the first possible flight to Toronto. Check. Set the various mailing lists to nomail, just in case. Check. Ask mom to water the plants while she'd be away. Check. Pack some *good* clothes to keep up with the expected Ravenette style. And the choker from the last war. Check. Oh yeah, and remember to reply to Kimberly. ASAP. Leaning back on her chair Claudia finished off her breakfast and smiled. It would be great to meet the friends she'd made during the last war, and she was eagerly waiting to see if they'd have any new recruits this year. And it would be simply amazing to get to meet Janette again.... - the beginning - -- Claude *NA**NatPacker**N&NPacker**HB* http://www.dlc.fi/~dce/index.html From - Fri Aug 13 19:22:37 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FJLW-0003f8-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 11:34:19 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 2524; Fri, 13 Aug 99 11:32:03 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 8481; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 11:32:03 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 11:30:26 -0400 Reply-To: Caroline Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Caroline Subject: WAR: RAVENETTES: Conversion:01/01: Aug. 13, 1999, around midnight To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 1de1051417150408f738aa1010d24558 Conversion 01/01 by Caroline LaRoche Friday, Aug. 13, 1999 Minight >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The door gong caused Caroline to mute the bar chord she was desperately trying to hold. Living on the 4th floor of DP Mansion, she didn't even think of bothering to open the door, someone would likely have already routed the visitor by the time she got down to the second floor. And the visitors were rarely for her, anyway. Unconcerned, she turned my attention back to my guitar and butchering the Bon Jovi she was trying to play. A knock interrupted a very sad rendition of "Wild is the Wind." Before she could reply, my door swung open, revealing one very attractive European vampire. "Miklos..." Caroline grabbed a nearby towel to avoid drooling on the guitar. "Yes. Your presence is requested at the Raven." "Really?" She thought back to the last time she was there. They had had to unplug the sound system to shut her up. Clearly, Karaoke Night was *not* going to be a regular draw there. He nodded. "Wear something spectacular." "Why?" "Just do." An audience with Janette was all that *that* could mean. Caroline pulled a formal black dress and heels out of the closet. "What does she want?" Caroline asked, changing her clothes behind a screen. "She asks that you bring music and...weaponry." Caroline laughed. "Literally, or would she like someone dead by my inability to shut up?" He shrugged. "She said.....she said you could have control of the...sound system," Miklos ended in a whisper. Caroline smiled and grabbed her two bulging CD wallets. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In spite of the relatively early hour, the Raven was almost deserted. Miklos led Caroline behind the bar, back to the club's private rooms. This was an area she had never seen before. He left her in front of an office door, CDs in hand, gig case with guitar on her back. The momentary near silence was almost deafening. "Come in," the accented voice answered her knock. Caroline opened the door on Janette's private office. It was decorated in the same dark, tasteful style as the rest of the club. The vampire sat behind a desk, clad in a stunning off the shoulder dress and gloves and nursing a glass of what could only be blood. Caroline's throat went suddenly dry; in spite of how she had tried to dress elegantly, she still felt like a street urchin in rags compared to the immortal. Caroline slid the guitar off her shoulder. "You...wanted to see me?" "Oui. There is a war brewing, as I'm sure you're well aware." Caroline nodded; the DPs had been planning strategies and attacks for the past few weeks. She hadn't intended to participate much, other than helping with the attacks. Strategy was not her strong point. She was more the provider of the battles' background music. "My faction is...small, only a few members. We want you." "Me? Why? I'm a Dark Perk." "I am aware. But you possess the style and darkness of a Ravenette. Why follow a blonde when you can have immortality on your side?" "Tracy won't drain me and dump the carcass in Lake Ontario if she gets upset." Janette laughed. "Your Thugs do not have Miklos, do they?" Caroline was stuck, because deep down inside, she was a die-hard Mikie. Janette smiled at my inner conflict. Caroline finally sighed and dropped her gig case and CDs on the nearly couch. "You win." "Ah, but the war has not yet started. The others will be here shortly. Have Miklos get you a drink." She waved away Caroline's protest. "I know you are only 18, but you are one of us. Order what you like. Non-alcoholic if that is your concern. When the others arrive," she narrowed her eyes and smiled a small smile, "*that* is when the real fun begins." ************************************* From - Fri Aug 13 19:22:40 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FJbM-0003M2-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 11:50:40 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 0248; Fri, 13 Aug 99 11:44:44 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 9992; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 11:44:44 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 08:46:33 -0700 Reply-To: Jennifer Louise Mendenhall Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Jennifer Louise Mendenhall Subject: WAR: Knighties on the Move (3/3) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 7b599f706028a5c2e0d2e7af012efb0c Title: Knighties on the Move (3/3) by Mindy Dowdy with help from Michele A. Friday Aug. 13th mid-morning PDT Place: Central Cali. Michele A. used with permission After having just returned from an early morning grocery shopping trip, Mindy could no longer resist the urge to log on to check her email and ICQ messages. After scanning thru a vast pile of junk mail...there it was....mail from the Knightie list marked URGENT! "Oooo I wonder," she said to no one in particular. Quickly reading thru the email she discovered it was time to head for Toronto, for a war was afoot. "This could be fun!" She smiled. At the tell tale 'knock knock' sound and flashing icon Mindy noticed that her chat pal and fellow Knightie, Michele had logged on to ICQ, and quickly sent her a message. "Hiya Michele! Did you hear the news?" "Hi Min, yeah I did. I should be in TO by 4pm." "I'm supposed to get there around 4:30pm, wanna catch a ride to the loft together?" "Sounds great! Listen, gotta run and pack. See ya soon!" "Me too! Just be on the lookout for tall, red, and lost in the airport. Tootles!" With that Mindy logged off and scrambled to pack necessities, such as her 'The few, The proud, The Knighties' nightshirt. She buzzed by her mother muttering feed kitty, Nick needs me...War, and was out the door. *** 4:45pm, Toronto airport. Standing up on a chair, Michele catches aglimpse of someone with really long red hair. "Mindy!" she shouts. Mindy turns and looks around for the source of the shouts, and catches sight of a tiny brunette with just a bit of red and blonde highlights reflecting in the sunflodded lobby. She was bouncing and waving on a chair. Mindy grabbed up her bags and waved....whapping some poor guy on the tush. "Ohh, sorry!" She gave him a sheepish grin and dashed off for her friend. Finally reaching the bouncing Knightie and exchanging hello hugs, she grinned again, "Sorry I'm late, told you I'd get lost." "No problem," Michele smiled. "Ready to go see Nicky?" "Am I ever," Mindy said with a huge smile. ***** by Adriana With a start Adriana jerked awake and groaned quietly as she rubbed her sore neck. Now was not the time to fall asleep while at her desk.. now what was it she had been doing ?, she mused blearily.. "OMG" Nancy's e-mail, she realized. "The WAR!!" she gasped. With a shock of adrenaline Adriana leapt up from the desk. The stack of papers that had served as an impromptu pillow showered to the floor with the abrupt movement. A passing glance was all she could afford the messy pile of paper joining other items carpeting the floor. Dashing madly she hurridly stuffef her rollaboard with some clothes along with a few other necessities. Hastily she confirmed the online reservations with the airline. Trust Nick to have it all ready she thought thankfully. An 8:30 pm flight out of Victoria and the 9:30 pm flight out of Vancouver. That was close - at least they were domestic & she knew the airports, bet Nick had realized that too. Adriana glanced at her watch and jumped again, "7:00pm!!" With that she dashed out the basement door grabbing her camping pack on the way out. As Adriana stepped onto the Airport shuttle she mused on the fact that (besides it being a spur of the moment trip to Toronto) no one knew the whole truth; and decided that it was far better that way, messing with Enforcers wasn't a high priority today or any day. Slipping deeper into thought, some corner of her mind wondered what could possibly have spurred the others into such frantic action. She was a newcomer to this world of wars and could only hope to survive this one. *** The digital display on the dash of the cab read 6:15 am.. They were almost at the loft. The car lurched ahead as Adriana gazed around in awe of Toronto, it was big, & alive - and it was dawn. The cab finally made a turn and stopped. Adriana threw a $50 bill at the driver and wretched her luggage from the trunk. Stumbling over the suitcase and pack she dashed to the outside entrance to the loft and slammed the intercom button., "C'mon someone answer!" she thought Some of the others had to be there already. Then the intercom crackled to life and after giving her name the door opened. Finis From - Fri Aug 13 19:22:40 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FJbM-0003M2-01; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 11:50:40 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 0262; Fri, 13 Aug 99 11:46:05 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 0213; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 11:46:05 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 08:43:32 -0700 Reply-To: Jennifer Louise Mendenhall Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Jennifer Louise Mendenhall Subject: WAR: Knighties on the Move (1/3) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: ec79f0ea57da50388799b0612d95adb0 Title: Knighties on the Move (1/3) Everyone used with permission by Chris Rosmini Nick used with permission Just after midnight August 13th, Friday the 13th, actually. The roof of the Loft The middle aged woman rose slowly to her feet, her long skirt snagging unregarded on a thorny branch, secateurs and twist-ties falling forgotten to the ground. Barely breathing, she stared into the eyes of the man who stood before her, bleached to a floodlit spectre by the lights that allowed her to work through the night. She struggled to find a response to his news, an astonishing non-sequitur in her reveries of color and form and fragrance. "Did you hear me, Chris?" He said tentatively, "You don't _mind_ do you?" as though asking her permission. She shook her head slightly. "Mind." She repeated, absently wiping her hands on her skirt and reaching out to lay one palm against his chest;smiling, amazed at what she felt there. "You're not joking! Mind? ... Oh Nick! ... Oh Lord! ... Oh Holy Sh.... Oh ... I have to call the others!" she looked around distractedly at the nearly finished construction site as though a phone might just be lurking there. He laughed joyously, half in relief, and swung her around in a little triumphant dance step. He swept her around the little terrace, skillfully avoiding the bedding plants and bags of potting soil, then spun them to a stop. "You're right, though, I think we're going to need them right away." he said more seriously, but his concern was unable to completely stifle his smile. "I'll make the travel arrangements, you call the Knighties". As they started down the stairs she suddenly looked back at the stone edged flower beds ready for their new occupants and the fanciful new structures poised against the emptiness of the Toronto night sky, the result of weeks of work. Catching his arm, she accused him, "You planned it this way, didn't you?" All the little mysteries odd requests and unanswered questions of the last little while slipped into place in her mind and suddenly made sense. "OK, You set me up." She grinned, "all that talk about 'getting in touch with nature' and 'preparing for any eventuality'!. You knew there would be trouble about this. What the hell sort of trouble _are_ you expecting that needs water lilies and radar? Are we talking about War?" She got a dazzling smile and a cellular phone as her answer, and realized that while she might have built up an immunity to the temporizing of Normal Nick ... even Wistful Nick ... she was no match for this contagious happiness. Still, as she followed him down into the darkness of the Loft she had the ominous feeling that once again events were looming and forces were gathering that were completely out of her control. Only this time she was supposed to be one of the ones in control. ***** by Nancy Taylor Friday, August 13, 1999, early morning PDTime Place: Salem, Oregon Knighties used with permission The call from Toronto woke Nancy from a deep sleep. "Hello? Chris?..." "Nancy? Thank Heavens I got you! I'm at the Loft ... yeah the Loft. Nick asked me to call and tell you there's a War on. I know, I'll explain when you get here, but can you collect Jenn and the Northwest Contingent and get here ASAP? There'll be tickets waiting at Portland International Airport. Yeah, it's that urgent ... and Nancy ... you're not gonna believe it this time." "You're calling from *where*?" She sighed as her fellow Knightie Leader told her of the brewing war. "Of course we'll be there. I'll pick up Jenn and Vickie and we'll catch the first plane out." After telling her ever-suffering family about yet another War fomenting in Toronto, she got dressed and headed out the door. *** "Hello? Anybody home?" Jenn called out as the remainder of the Knightie leadership entered the loft. "Hey, guys, glad you could make it!" Chris greeted the small group. "Need some help contacting the other Knighties?" Vickie asked. "I could use all the help I can get," the harried Knightie answered her. "I got to Katrinka, Terri and Sandra but the rest still don't know. Setting up their laptops, Nancy and Vickie began issuing high priority e-mails to all the Knighties they could think of. Jenn busied herself on the phone making calls. "Nick said he'd have tickets waiting at the airports for everyone coming," Chris told her fellow warriors. "Great!" Nancy answered, adding the good news to her mass mailings. "Just what is the cause of this war, anyway?" she wanted to know. "I got my heart's desire," a familiar voice said from the upper level of the loft. "I'm *mortal*." --most definitely to be continued-- ***** Friday, August 13, sometime well before dawn EDT Virginia The phone rang, waking Beth out of a deep sleep. She quickly grabbed the receiver, hoping that her husband didn't wake up too. "Probably a wrong number," she grumbled. "Hello? What?!? Chris, slow down!" After she hung up the phone, Beth leaned over to tell her husband the bad news. "Honey, I've got to go to Toronto. Now. I'll be back soon." That woke him up. "What do you mean, now? You can't just take off for no good reason. And how are you going to get there? And what am I going to do with the kids and the work and everything?" Beth sighed. "That was Chris. She's at Nick's loft. There's another war brewing, and they need all the help they can get. They've got tickets waiting for me at Dulles. I'll take the laptop. I'll take the files. I've got the phone. But they need me there now. Love you." And with that, she jumped out of bed, quickly dressed and packed, and headed out the door. ***** by: Knightie Chris Forward Friday, August 13th Chris, the Knight Nurse, was just returning from a grueling day among the sick. As she shucked her blood-stained clothes, she pressed the button on the answering machine. Suddenly her eyes were wide open, and her heart pounding: WAR! Time to return to the loft, to Nick, to her fellow Knighties! Racing around the house she snatched up her medical bag, retrieved her black silk jammies purchased in the last war, and dove into the back of the closet for all of the exotic duds she could never wear at home - flowing purple organza with a neckline down to there, tie dyes and bell-bottoms, and black jeans and tee shirts made for skulking at night. A few more last-minute inspirations and she was off. Her husband and son were on the other side of the Atlantic - what timing! A hastily scrawled note to a neighbor to watch the cats, and she was off to Philadelphia International Airport in a cloud of dust. by Chris Rosmini Nick used with permission Just after midnight August 13th, Friday the 13th, actually. The roof of the Loft The middle aged woman rose slowly to her feet, her long skirt snagging unregarded on a thorny branch, secateurs and twist-ties falling forgotten to the ground. Barely breathing, she stared into the eyes of the man who stood before her, bleached to a floodlit spectre by the lights that allowed her to work through the night. She struggled to find a response to his news, an astonishing non-sequitur in her reveries of color and form and fragrance. "Did you hear me, Chris?" He said tentatively, "You don't _mind_ do you?" as though asking her permission. She shook her head slightly. "Mind." She repeated, absently wiping her hands on her skirt and reaching out to lay one palm against his chest;smiling, amazed at what she felt there. "You're not joking! Mind? ... Oh Nick! ... Oh Lord! ... Oh Holy Sh.... Oh ... I have to call the others!" she looked around distractedly at the nearly finished construction site as though a phone might just be lurking there. He laughed joyously, half in relief, and swung her around in a little triumphant dance step. He swept her around the little terrace, skillfully avoiding the bedding plants and bags of potting soil, then spun them to a stop. "You're right, though, I think we're going to need them right away." he said more seriously, but his concern was unable to completely stifle his smile. "I'll make the travel arrangements, you call the Knighties". As they started down the stairs she suddenly looked back at the stone edged flower beds ready for their new occupants and the fanciful new structures poised against the emptiness of the Toronto night sky, the result of weeks of work. Catching his arm, she accused him, "You planned it this way, didn't you?" All the little mysteries odd requests and unanswered questions of the last little while slipped into place in her mind and suddenly made sense. "OK, You set me up." She grinned, "all that talk about 'getting in touch with nature' and 'preparing for any eventuality'!. You knew there would be trouble about this. What the hell sort of trouble _are_ you expecting that needs water lilies and radar? Are we talking about War?" She got a dazzling smile and a cellular phone as her answer, and realized that while she might have built up an immunity to the temporizing of Normal Nick ... even Wistful Nick ... she was no match for this contagious happiness. Still, as she followed him down into the darkness of the Loft she had the ominous feeling that once again events were looming and forces were gathering that were completely out of her control. Only this time she was supposed to be one of the ones in control. ***** by Nancy Taylor Friday, August 13, 1999, early morning PDTime Place: Salem, Oregon Knighties used with permission The call from Toronto woke Nancy from a deep sleep. "Hello? Chris?..." "Nancy? Thank Heavens I got you! I'm at the Loft ... yeah the Loft. Nick asked me to call and tell you there's a War on. I know, I'll explain when you get here, but can you collect Jenn and the Northwest Contingent and get here ASAP? There'll be tickets waiting at Portland International Airport. Yeah, it's that urgent ... and Nancy ... you're not gonna believe it this time." "You're calling from *where*?" She sighed as her fellow Knightie Leader told her of the brewing war. "Of course we'll be there. I'll pick up Jenn and Vickie and we'll catch the first plane out." After telling her ever-suffering family about yet another War fomenting in Toronto, she got dressed and headed out the door. *** "Hello? Anybody home?" Jenn called out as the remainder of the Knightie leadership entered the loft. "Hey, guys, glad you could make it!" Chris greeted the small group. "Need some help contacting the other Knighties?" Vickie asked. "I could use all the help I can get," the harried Knightie answered her. "I got to Katrinka, Terri and Sandra but the rest still don't know. Setting up their laptops, Nancy and Vickie began issuing high priority e-mails to all the Knighties they could think of. Jenn busied herself on the phone making calls. "Nick said he'd have tickets waiting at the airports for everyone coming," Chris told her fellow warriors. "Great!" Nancy answered, adding the good news to her mass mailings. "Just what is the cause of this war, anyway?" she wanted to know. "I got my heart's desire," a familiar voice said from the upper level of the loft. "I'm *mortal*." --most definitely to be continued-- ***** Friday, August 13, sometime well before dawn EDT Virginia The phone rang, waking Beth out of a deep sleep. She quickly grabbed the receiver, hoping that her husband didn't wake up too. "Probably a wrong number," she grumbled. "Hello? What?!? Chris, slow down!" After she hung up the phone, Beth leaned over to tell her husband the bad news. "Honey, I've got to go to Toronto. Now. I'll be back soon." That woke him up. "What do you mean, now? You can't just take off for no good reason. And how are you going to get there? And what am I going to do with the kids and the work and everything?" Beth sighed. "That was Chris. She's at Nick's loft. There's another war brewing, and they need all the help they can get. They've got tickets waiting for me at Dulles. I'll take the laptop. I'll take the files. I've got the phone. But they need me there now. Love you." And with that, she jumped out of bed, quickly dressed and packed, and headed out the door. ***** by: Knightie Chris Forward Friday, August 13th Chris, the Knight Nurse, was just returning from a grueling day among the sick. As she shucked her blood-stained clothes, she pressed the button on the answering machine. Suddenly her eyes were wide open, and her heart pounding: WAR! Time to return to the loft, to Nick, to her fellow Knighties! Racing around the house she snatched up her medical bag, retrieved her black silk jammies purchased in the last war, and dove into the back of the closet for all of the exotic duds she could never wear at home - flowing purple organza with a neckline down to there, tie dyes and bell-bottoms, and black jeans and tee shirts made for skulking at night. A few more last-minute inspirations and she was off. Her husband and son were on the other side of the Atlantic - what timing! A hastily scrawled note to a neighbor to watch the cats, and she was off to Philadelphia International Airport in a cloud of dust. From - Fri Aug 13 19:22:40 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FJct-0002GZ-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 11:52:15 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 2651; Fri, 13 Aug 99 11:45:20 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 0089; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 11:45:20 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 08:47:00 -0700 Reply-To: Evil Cousin Tiff Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Evil Cousin Tiff Organization: ChickMail (http://www.chickmail.com:80) Subject: WAR: NA: An Addict, a Bus, and a Boyband (01/03) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 622fd7ac7d5e9ab245ce19e6146d1e96 NA:"An Addict, a Bus, and a Boyband" (01/03) by: Evil Cousin Tiff Time: 4:00pm, Thursday August 12 Place: Philadelphia International Airport ************************* "What do you mean my flight has been over-booked?!?" Cousin Tiff yelled out of frustration and anger. The ticket attendant just looked at her like he had seen it all before, and this girl was no different than any of the other 7 people that came before her. He answered her in an even tone, "I'm sorry, miss, but there are no more seats available on this flight. We can provide you with a flight voucher, and see about getting you on different plane to Toronto." Tiff took in a deep breath and reluctantly agreed. "I to get there before tomorrow night. Can you get me to Toronto before tomorrow night?" "I'll check, miss." As the ticket attendant searched for the next open flight to Toronto, Tiff could hear a man yelling nearby. She wanted to know what was going on. "The flight can't be canceled!" A middle-aged gentleman stated. "I'm sorry, sir, but there are problems with engines, and it wouldn't be safe to take off," a different ticket attendant stated. "I've got 20 pre-teen girls dying to see 98 Degrees of Five Backstreet Syncs. If I don't get them there, they'll kill me. You've never had to deal with this many boy-crazy little girls, they're like a pack of ravenous wolves!" The ticket attendant didn't know what to do. This man was correct, he had never dealt with that many pre-teen girls before, and the thought of it frightened him dearly. He picked up the phone, and dialed. He mumbled a few moments, then hung up. "Sir," the ticket attendant stated, "the airline feels terrible about your situation and wishes to arrange for another mode of transportation to Toronto." 'Toronto?!?' Tiff thought to herself. 'Did that man just say he wants to go to Toronto? When?' "We can arrange for a charter bus to leave tomorrow at 5:00am. It should arrive by 5:00pm, in time for your concert." This was too good of an experience to pass up. Especially for Tiff's documentary *An Addict at War: the Story of a Girl, a Whole Bunch of Other People, and one Ancient Roman General* Perhaps the title was too long, but heck, it was still a work in progress. Anyway, perfect opportunity, not to be missed. "Miss, I've found a flight that you can take." Her ticket attendant said, interrupting her train of thought. "What?" Tiff asked. "Umm, can I just get my money back? I, uh, have other arrangements." End part 1 *********************************** chickclick.com http://www.chickclick.com girl sites that don't fake it. http://www.chickmail.com sign up for your free email. *********************************** From - Fri Aug 13 19:22:42 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FJmJ-0003ov-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 12:01:59 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 2697; Fri, 13 Aug 99 11:53:09 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 0862; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 11:53:09 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 08:44:57 -0700 Reply-To: Jennifer Louise Mendenhall Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Jennifer Louise Mendenhall Subject: WAR: Knighties on the Move (2/3) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 5a74e54425c14ea363ad2f0d7e487751 Title: Knigties on the Move (2/3) By Zo Friday, August 13th, 1999 Early Afternoon MDTime Place: Calgary, Alberta, Canada The music reverberated through the small apartment with a deafening pitch. It traveled through the tawny halls, bouncing off the hardwood floors, flinging itself fitfully into the ears of a small brunette, who sat squinting at a large canvas. Her combat-boot shod foot kept pace with the distorted cellos and high-pitched voices resonating from her stereo. Brushing back her dark tresses, Zo arched her back, critiquing her work. She scrunched up her nose as her green eyes flicked across the red and gold hues of her composition. She pursed her lips, displeased. "Bah," she snorted in frustration. She shook her head, focusing her attention on the harmony, in hopes of a quick distraction. Suddenly, with a dramatic flare, she belted out the chorus in a tone-deaf fashion of the "Rasputina" song that filled her apartment's innards. For several moments, she wailed and warbled until the adamant and slightly distressed pleas of her computer shook her from the not-so melodic mantra. "Hmmph," she said, uncurling her legs. Languidly, she rose and trudged through her kitchen. She stopped, snatching a bagel, then padded towards her computer. She tumbled down in front of it, and tore into her snack voraciously. With a twirl of the mouse, she peered into the kaleidoscopic display. An email notification flashed across the screen - "1 New Message". She shrugged and opened the email, her brow furrowing. Her green eyes danced across the message once, then repeated their sweeping movement again eagerly. Her jaw dropped as the words entered her brain - Urgent, Toronto, Knighties, War, and Nick. Zoe blinked in disbelief and bewilderment. With wide eyes, she scarfed back the remaining bits of the bagel and bolted out of herchair, surprise and a hint of nervousness lacing her pale features. In a chaotic whirlwind of cargo pants, toothbrushes, and other essentials Zo stood, tensely in her living room, packed and ready to go. With a quick phone call to secure her cats^ welfare, she threw on her leather jacket, grabbed her backpack and toolbox, brimming with paints and pencils, and bounded out her front door. *** After an hour filled with a myriad of curses, signal lights, and hand gestures, Zoe stalked into the Calgary International Airport. Hastily, she claimed her waiting airline ticket, and scurried to catch her plane. With the gate found and window-seat haggled, Zoe, nervously, sat aboard her flight that would take her to Toronto, to the rest of the Knighties and to whatever mayhem lay ahead. She eased back in her seat, and shut her eyes, her thoughts flashing back to the blinking message. It was only then that she realized that she had left the stereo on. *** After a tedious five hour flight, she emerged from Pearson, fidgety and anxious. Letting out a deep breath, she set back her shoulders and straightened, her hand reaching out to signal a cab. Within moments, she was within a speeding car, headed for the loft, where she hoped her foreboding and worry would soon be at an end. Zoe (aka Kris) Dark Knightie... UF...Ravenette...FKPagan... and *ever-so-slight* Cousinly Tendencies ***** by Eowyn The weather was hot! It didn't take a rocket scientist or a meteorologist to figure that one out. All one had to do was look out the window at the brilliant sunshine or walk outside into a natural sauna to realize that West Texas was in the grip of summer. To make matters worse, the electric company was begging its customers to cut back on unnecessary usage of electrical appliances to avoid a power outage. Eowyn had tried to do her part by turning off lights and keeping her computers turned off. Finally, to keep her Inbox from getting too stuffed, Eowyn decided to download her e-mail at least. "Oh no!" Those two simple words heralded a flurry of phone calls to neighbors and relatives, the emptying of Eowyn's dresser and closet into a large suitcase, throwing two dogs and two cats into her pickup and roaring down the road to her parents' house. She dropped off the animals with her mom and dad and watched them shake their heads with disbelief as they faded in her rearview mirror. Three and a half hours later, her pickup stowed in remote parking,Eowyn approached a ticket counter at DFW International Airport. "Do you have a round-trip ticket for Eowyn?" "Yes Ma'am. I need to see some identification." After an exhaustive search in the overlarge totebag that doubled as her purse, Eowyn produced her driver's license and passport. She shifted from one foot to the other with impatience as the clerk studied the items and then handed them back to her along with the ticket. Eowyn raced for the gate indicated on the ticket and made it through just as it was closed. Settling into her seat in the first class section of the plane, she finally had time to think. Her first thought..."Bye-bye heat, hello delicious coolness!" The "Oh no!" that had precipitated her headlong flight to the airport had been a reaction to an e-mail, several days old, sent by Nancy, her Knighties 2IC. Nancy had summoned her to Toronto and that could only mean one thing...a War was brewing. ***** By: Knightie Gemsong Time: just after midnight Friday, August 13th Place: Silver Creek, Georgia Nancy used with permission. Knightie Gemsong sat at her computer answering the endless e-mails that filled the screen. All at once an urgent message caught her eye. It was an All Knightie Alert from Nancy Taylor. Gemsong opened the e-mail and read that War was brewing and all Knighties were needed at the loft ASAP. It sounded like this war was definitely starting off with a new twist, but she decided to get the particulars when she arrived in Toronto. After informing her husband that he would have baby duty for a couple of weeks, she packed and hurried to the Atlanta airport to pick up her ticket and head for Toronto. After arriving at the Toronto airport, she hailed a cab and headed to the Loft. Once there, Knightie Gemsong was greeted by the leadership and anxiously awaited the news of what this war would bring. From - Fri Aug 13 19:22:46 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FKAP-0003kF-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 12:26:54 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 2949; Fri, 13 Aug 99 12:24:50 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 4720; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 12:24:50 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 12:25:36 EDT Reply-To: Libratsie@AOL.COM Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Libby Singleton Subject: WAR: Ratpack: BETTER LATE THAN NEVER (01/01) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: aa71fa9ba4656612dcf2bad4dd9b807a RP: BETTER LATE THAN NEVER by Libby Singleton an' Johnsie Ewan DISCLAIMER: All real life people used with permission. Johnsie Ewan, leader o' the Ratpackers, set behind the table o' junk gettin' more than a bit on the bored side. 'Course h'is sale o' used shiny pretties might be goin' better h'if he wuz somewhere 'sides the countless Ratpack tunnels wot ran unner Toronto. Marissa, a new Ratpack recruit, sat beside 'im, as did Michele, a veteran o' the Ratsie sort. H'every so offen they would sigh h'in unni-son. "Ain't these War thingees suppose ta be h'on the ad-vent-a-rice side?" Marissa h'asked. "Yeah," Michele said. "H'usually they are. H'if Oi'd known Oi'd jest be a sittin' 'ere, Oi'd be h'out shoppin' h'in the artsy kewl dis-trict. Oi promised me roommate anudder pair o' leggin' thingees." Johnsie h'opened 'is gabbin' hole wot ta put h'in h'is Looney's worth when 'e 'eard a doggie woggie's deep bark echoin' down the tunnel. First 'e thought h'it might be Heather wit' 'er pooch, then 'e realized a bark-n-bay loik tha' could h'only come from a Bassett. "Libs!" he shouted. "Things h'are bound ta be livenin' h'up a bit now." The Libratsie came trottin' h'inta view wit' a mostly Bassett type o' dawg h'on a leash. The beastie wuz keepin' h'up wit 'er despite 'im runnin' h'into this side o' the tunnel an' tha. Johnsie realized the Bassett wuz blind which meant h'it could h'only be Barnabas. Tha' fact kind o' puzzled the droog cuz o' h'one thing. "Uhr, Libs, Oi thought the Barnabas dawg passed away ta the place where h'all good ol' dawgies go." H'after a hug fer both Johnsie, Melissa n' Marissa, Libs nodded. "'E did, tha's the truth. Jest this past Sunday. But Oi wanna 'ave one last romp wit' 'im h'as a mean ta say the bye-bye. Figurin' this 'is a Forever Knight War, an' thussy no one h'ever dies, no one H'EVER dies an' h'all tha' jammy-jam. Thought h'it might be jest the h'activity wot ta rememberative 'im by, eh?" Barnabas bayed happily h'in response, waggin' na jest 'is wagger, but 'is body h'in its entirety. 'Course bein' blind, 'e 'ad 'is butt h'in the di-rect-tion 'e meant ta be barkin'. "'Ave ya seen Screed yet?" Libs asked, pettin' Barnabas' back. "The call wot tha' 'e needed h'us wuz bought ta me by a wee lil' ratsie wot braved me terrier Gilbert Gottried ta bring h'it to me." She turned to Marissa, "The terrier loiks ta get a bit rough wit' ratsies, ya know. Tha's why Oi left 'im wit' me udder Bassett LaFayette and me kitties h'at me adobe" "H'aint seen the droog," Johnsie said. "Cuz ya h'ain't di-rectin' ya peepers h'in the roight way," a familiar heavily cockney accented voice said. Screed stepped h'out o' the shadows, breathin' 'eavily. "Gotta ketch me breath. Ol'Screed ran h'all the wayz 'ere n' there down this-a-wayz cuz Oi thought ya might be lurkin' about." "Ran?" Marissa asked. "Why did ya na take ta flight?" Screed blushed a bright red and stared at the worn toes o' 'is combat boots. "Kin't fly no more. Kin't make me fangees come ta show. Kin't stand the thought o' slurpin' h'on the squeakers." "Ya mean ya're....?" Libs started to say. "MORTAL!" Screed wailed, then nodded forlornly, and there were few things as forlorn as Screed on the downside. Johnsie looked at Libs, Libs looked back, then they both exchanged looks wit' Marissa n' Melissa. With all the sympathy a RatPacker could muster they all asked at once, "Kin we put yer first steps inta sunlight onna webcam hin case ya hexplode we kin make a bundle!?!" Screed perked up at the mention of makin' a bundle but replied, "Oi hain't gunna hexplode sos yew'll be laffed at and called sharly-tens." Johnsie and Libs nodded in unison, shrugged their shoulders, "Aye, we gits laffed hat alla time anyhoo." she said. "We IZ sharly-tens when theys profit hin hit." 'e said. Screed shakes his 'ead, bewildered that 'e is the voice o' reason with this lot. "Iffen ya dew that then the Henforcers will be on ya!" and sat back, knowing the two before him were cowards to the quick. Libs looked concerned, but Johnsie smiled. Screed got worried, Libs brightened; they both knew Johnsie smilin' was a baaad thing. "Iffen ya hain't no vampire, then the Henforcers hain't no vampires neither wif no Henforcer-meanie powerz an' iffen we tells they hain't no vamps ta find hout 'bout thusly no 'secrit' ta protekt!" Libster nods, "Tha's logic, that iz. I kin tell cuz h'it give me the 'eadache." "Logic? Logic! Oi'm sick ta me death o' logic!" Screed snapped. "But, tha's the foirst time Oi've h'ever used logic," Johnsie pointed h'out. "Jest don't think Oi'd letcha da h'it agin," Screed snapped again. "H'aren't we bein' the pickle puss n' gloomy gus ta'day," Libs grumbled. "Wouldn't ya be a bit h'on the bitchy side h'if ya were force-ably re-movemented from ya'r 'appy state h'az a rat-slurpin' carouche ta live a life o' the mortality?" Screed said. "Got me a case o' the PMS, Oi do. Put h'in Mortality Syndrome!" Barnabas slobbered n' whined h'in sym-phonicisity wit' the former carouche-sort now plan o' mor-tal down-n'-h'outer cauzin' the 'ole lot o' droogs ta go, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh." * * * * A gray colored rat looked much like every other rat lurking through the Ratpacker's tunnel except for the name tag reading "Kenny" which it gained during the last War. Kenny heard every word of the Ratpack and Screed conversation. Not that it could comprehend the entire thing, after all rats were really too intelligent to understand Screed speak. However, it understood enough to realize that if Screed couldn't slurp rats anymore, then the rat community was about to enter into a state of Utopia. Kenny turned and squealed to the rats that it was time to breed, to multiple, to take over Toronto. The era of the rat was about to begin. --END??? Comments n' such ta: LibRatsie@aol.com From - Fri Aug 13 19:22:50 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FKVU-00066I-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 12:48:41 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 0773; Fri, 13 Aug 99 12:43:59 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 6755; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 12:43:59 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 12:36:38 EDT Reply-To: Third Cousin Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Third Cousin Subject: WAR: NA: A Taxing Situation 1/2 To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 1bffbbc587fa209c9338445d7e45bec0 NA: "A Taxing Situation" 1/2 by Patt Elmore Time: Mid-day, Friday, August 13, 1999 Place: Shrine of Nunkies ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It always amazed Patt how life could be so carefree one moment and so hectic the next. It seemed like only yesterday that the Shrine of Nunkies has been her refuge, her home away from home, her place of solace and reflection and *General* enjoyment. Now, it felt like the Atlanta airport, the IRS and Taco Bell all rolled into one. At the moment, the Third Cousin was busy examining used tooth brushes, trying to pick out the ones which would be serviceable for grout duty. There had been a lot of that (grout duty) during the prior summer months, as a very disturbed High Priestess had taken out her stresses by assigning cleaning for even minor NA infractions. After returning from her vacation in the Caymans, Jules had taken one look at the unattended Shrine disrepair, rendered punishment, then firmly ensconced herself at CERK, dutifully taking care of Nunkies' business needs. Upon returning on occasion to her quarters, she would vent her discontent and levy more cleaning. That, and other circumstances, explained why the Shrine was so deserted of addicts, with only two or three in residence at the moment. The NA membership seemed to be avoiding the Shrine like the plague. Even the Scribe, Bonnie, an icon on the premises, was missing. And, she'd been missing for several months. Not a peep out of the redhead . . . not a whisper or gush of air. Annie had made an appearance and left quickly afterwards, claiming urgent business in the States. All attempts at e-mail contact had been returned marked *this address is not accepting mail from you.* Patt had considered leaving the Shrine and returning to Louisiana, but due to several outstanding warrants (all of them bogus), she had decided to remain in Canada. Cost of living being what it was, she was staying at the Shrine, even under such trying circumstances, since in theory it seemed to be more comfortable than sharing the Sacred Stables with Tracy Camel and the General's chariot team. Patt finished her bristle inspection and returned sixteen of the brushes to their copper holder in the Sacred Cleaning Cabinet. She had just closed the door, mentally ticking off what other chores she had to take care of when she suddenly remembered. Today was *the* day. Since the last Forever Knight fic War, the Shrine had hosted a branch of Revenue Canada in what had once been the NA Video Room. Gone were the wonderful videos featuring Nunkies, only to be replaced by teaching films explaining the importance of proper tax reporting and the penalties for trying to stiff Her Majesty's Government. The tax folk had proved a minor nuisance, pretty much a disorganized bunch of suits who had arrived each day at 9 a.m. and left at 5 p.m. They were an investigative arm of the Revenue department, so the traffic level had been minor until about a week ago, when an expansion had been announced. Today marked the opening of the full service Queen Street RC Branch and the arrival of a new head tax officer, one Alfred Pectin. When the expansion had been announced (Patt just happened to be close by when the taxers got the word-- couldn't help over-hearing, you know), a hushed whisper had come over the revenuers. Now, the day had arrived and with it Mr. Pectin. Time to go meet the neighbors, and maybe find someone with authority to understand that housing the tax branch at the Shrine was a mistake and it would be better for everyone if they moved about ten blocks further down the street. The mature addict walked briskly through the deserted Shrine main altar area. The sound of her footsteps on the heavy marble floor, echoing off the columns, sounded creepy to the Third Cousin, even in daylight hours. Patt thought, hurrying her step just a bit. Patt wasn't even sure if the HP had come home to her sleeping quarters last night, but she wasn't willing to risk that she hadn't. Patt's fingers were already numb from excessive tile scrubbing. The addict turned left, entering the long, wide hallway which led to the north section of the Shrine. Here were the rooms which kept the addicts occupied: the Sacred Showers and Sauna rooms, the Greenroom, the Game room, the desecrated Sacred Cold Pond and what had once been the Sacred Video Room. Patt stopped outside the heavy wooden door, looked at the Revenue Canada placard once more and, with a sigh, pushed the door inward. The buzz of conversation halted immediately, as all eyes turned to stare at the addict. Patt offered the agents her most winning smile. "Came to meet the new boss," the Third Cousin announced. "Is Mr. Pectin in?" Like the Moses movie, the mass of tax folk parted, giving Patt a clear view of a door which led to a newly sectioned off area of the video room. Flashing another smile, Patt went over to the door, rapped once and opened it. "Mr. Pectin, my name is Patt Elmore, and I'm here to report that a grievous error has taken place. Your branch office is here by mistake and it would be wonderful if you all could move down the street about ten blocks to that deserted red brick building which I am *sure* is where the government meant to put you in the first . . ." Patt's voice trailed off as Alfred Pectin swung his chair around so that he faced the addict. He looked good sitting down, but when Pectin stood up . . . he was indescribably delicious. Broad of shoulder, hard at the hip, firm of muscle with just a nip of a mustache--when Patt's eyes finally looked far enough up to catch sight of his features. Pectin's face was the color and texture of finely weathered leather, framed by neatly trimmed salt and steel-colored hair. Under rather thick, dark eyebrows, two incredibe hazel eyes glinted at the addict. The shading vibrated somewhere between olive green and azure blue, flecked with gold. Patt's voice caught in her throat and she did what any normal red-blooded American addict would do under the circumstances. She began to salivate. Pectin, however, did not give any indication of being impressed by the woman who had burst into his office. The eyebrows continued to knit tighter, waiting. Finally, through clenched jaw, the agent-in-charge spoke. "I was warned that I might be approached by a woman claiming that this office was at the wrong location," Pectin said, eyeing the addict carefully. "I have already consulted with home office and been assured that we are in the correct building. I assume, therefore, that you are the cleaning crew, for I cannot think of any other reason for you to be at this location. It is my instruction, therefore, that you leave my office at once. All cleaning will take place after 5 p.m. I will not have my agents bothered while they are trying to do their work." Patt's mouth had gradually fallen open as Pectin spoke. His voice was deep, accented with just a smidgeon of Montrial French and downright appealing. His words, though, when at last they sunk in, began to roil in the addict's brain. "Cleaning crew?" Patt said softly. "Cleaning crew? Listen here Captain Poop . . ." "Major," Pectin corrected. "RCMP, retired. Not that it's any of your concern, of course." Patt's eyes began to glaze, and she shook her head to stay focused. "I'm sure that this conversation has merit on your part," Pectin continued, "but, as I'm sure you are aware, this is my first day at this assignment, and I really need to return to my duties. If you do have a valid issue to discuss, please make an appointment with reception and I will see you in, say, three weeks?" Still dazed, the addict simply nodded. "Well, good," Pectin's lips spread into a thin smile. He sat back down and returned his attention to the paperwork on his desk. "Dismissed. Now, off with you, good woman, and be sure and check the ladies' room on your way out. There was some indication that one of the drains was a bit slow." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Continued in Part 2/2 patt79ad@juno.com ___________________________________________________________________ Get the Internet just the way you want it. Free software, free e-mail, and free Internet access for a month! Try Juno Web: http://dl.www.juno.com/dynoget/tagj. From - Fri Aug 13 19:22:52 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FKVV-00066I-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 12:48:41 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 0791; Fri, 13 Aug 99 12:45:37 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 6984; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 12:45:37 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 09:47:18 -0700 Reply-To: Allie Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Allie Subject: WAR:N/A:Opener:TINKER,TAILOR,HITCHHIKER,SPY To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 3c5229c5fd9fd06ab35fbe0c87d50ad0 TINKER, TAILOR, HITCH-HIKER, SPY By Alicia Member of good standing, sitting, and jumping around of NUNKIES ANONYMOUS Settnig: Enroute to Toronto Perks MIRANDA and JENNY appear with their permission as well as that of Cousin Mary (I hope I haven't left a darn thing out) I know Toronto. Its my town, so I thought getting down to meet up with my faction, Nunkies Anonymous, would be easy. I had an advantage over all the FK freaks who had to fly in, bus in or chug in from other parts of the world. Hah! As the owner of a long series of dirt cheap old rustbuckets, I should have known better! Didn't my Chevy Crapalier (TM-sort of) conk out on Hwy 404, after an exhausting day at the Zoo, just a week before? And on the way home from work two weeks before that?? Well, there I was, trekking roadside with a large carryall (and I do mean ALL) bag and shoes that weren't made for walkin', perspiring in the black leather pants I had bought just for this occasion (joining the pack,I mean, not hiking from my car)and probably looking too pissed off for anyone to consider abducting. Just the same, I felt nervous when a car that looked even worse than my own pulled over on the shoulder ahead of me, the front right tire actually mounting the curb. I slowed down a bit, parched and anxious for a drive, but cautious just the same. Then I realized that the car was a "Rent Wreckage" rental car, driven by two very young women. A petite girl with black hair and brown eyes grinned out the front passenger window at me. "Was that your pile of rusty tin littering the road back there?" she joked. Her friend laughed from the driver's seat. I gave her transport a meaningful look. "You should talk," I grinned. "But we didn't BUY this," she topped me. "We just rented it." I laughed and nodded. "Touche. Yes, that's my trash. Where are you going? Anywhere near Bloor and the subway?" She frowned suddenly and pulled a windblown map up from her lap. "I think so.. We need to get downtown." She turned the map all the way around, squinted at it, and then turned it right over. Now here was a pair who needed assistance! "Hop in," her tall brunette friend suggested. Gratefully I opened the rear door and tossed my bag in. Even more gratefully, I noticed a mixed skid of pop on the floor at my feet. "Help yourself," the driver said. "You look like you need a drink! Too bad we don't have anything to mix with! I'm Jenny, by the way." She veered off the curb suddenly and we hit the road with a thump that almost knocked me over. I quickly did up my seat belt, looking her over surrepticiously and wondering if she was really old enough to drive. The girl with the map turned around to smile at me and get a pop for herself. "I'm Miranda. What are you going downtown for?" I paused for just a second, briefly considering telling the truth. "Shopping," I lied. "Meeting someone for a shopping trip." It would just be too hard to explain to most people about Forever Knight and factions and war and - well you know. They'd think I was weird. "We're meeting up with people too," Miranda said. "If Miranda doesn't get us lost," Jenny quipped. "Or if Jenny doesn't get us killed!" Miranda's quip ended with a shrill squeak as we almost t-boned a pick-up truck. "Heard of a stop sign, moron?" Jenny shouted. "It was a two way stop, actually," Miranda corrected tactfully. "He didn't have one." "Oh. Well he still should have been watching where he was going," Jenny shrugged. I realized I was holding my soda with white knuckled hands and willed myself to relax. Miranda reached back for another one. Wow! She must have inhaled it! "So, where are you two going?" I asked. They looked at each other and laughed, embarrassed. "Sorry," Jenny explained, looking over her shoulder. "We are meeting up with a..sort of club. Its kind of weird." "Well, not really weird," Miranda added. "Not kinky weird or some kind of religious cult--" "Just fun weird," Jenny said, smiling back at me. I wished she would watch the road when the traffic was so busy. "Oh damn," she muttered as we found ourselves in a jam up. "Pass me my book, Miranda." Instead Miranda tossed it back to me. "You're not reading Star Trek while you're driving," she protested. "Not again!" I blinked. What on earth had I gotten myself into? I wondered if I should offer to drive, since I knew the way pretty well, but decided that Jenny might be offended. "Why isn't anyone going in that lane?" she was saying. "Its clear." She swerved into the lane and accelerated as Miranda shrieked: "Its blocked for construction!" We swerved back into the jam-up again, forcing our crumpled old body in front of someone who had a paint job he really cared about. "Thank you sweetie," Jenny said to him. "You can't tell me what kind of fun weird the club is?" I persuaded. "I won't laugh at you.." "We-e-e-ell," Jenny replied as she looked at Miranda. "You might find them kind of..perky," Miranda chuckled, just as Jenny said, "Have you ever watched Forever Knight?" I was speechless for a moment. Heard of it?? I came close - SO close - to telling them that was what brought ME downtown too, but uncharacteristic caution kept me quiet. But "Perky"! They were with a rival faction! I mean, we're all fans of the same show, and its not like they'd kick me out of the car...but.. "Its this really cool show about vampires," Miranda began and she began to explain the whole premise and all the characters, with Jenny pitching in, usually while glancing over her shoulder and dragging the whole car sideways with her. I felt rather foolish making her explain it all but I'd missed my chance to fess up. I just nodded and said, "It sounds good. I'll have to watch it." "So when we get down there we're going to play pranks on each other, like last year we snuck into Nunkies headquarters--" "They're fans of Lacroix," Jenny explained. "--and made his statue look like a clown." I smiled to myself. If only they knew! "This year we've got lots of ideas," Miranda continued, and she began to lay one of them out for me. It was an attack on my own faction. 'Oh my god!' I thought. 'I'm being given this information! I can pass it along to my faction leader! Maybe get recognition from Nunkies himself!!' Then I remembered the small Radio Shack voice-activated recorder that I had stuffed into my backpack. I'd originally bought it after my sister was harassed at work, determined that no boss would get away with doing that to me, but brought it along on this trip so that I would remember all details of any mission I was given. From the shelter of the backseat, I easily retrieved the recorder from the pack, turned it on and held it out of sight beside my right leg. "Could you speak up a little?" I asked. "The wind makes it hard to hear." Miranda and Jenny obligingly rolled up their windows and spoke loud and clear so that I wouldn't miss a word. As I smiled back, pretending to share the joke, I felt a stab of guilt. I was spying on people who had rescued me from a long, miserable trek in the heat to find a taxi, and I hadn't factored taxi fare into my expenses on this trip. I considered turning the recorder off and forgetting what I had heard, or at least, only recording one plan (these girls had a wealth of sneaky ideas!). I could play fair. But war isn't fair, I remembered. And this was my chance to impress Nunkies! Betraying good samaritans was a very Nunkies thing to do! There was a close call once when I had to change the tiny cassette. Jenny smiled at me in the rearview mirror and I wondered if she could possibly have seen..but no, she could only see my face and shoulders, most likely. She wouldn't be smiling if she'd realized I was recording them. When the harrowing drive was over and they finally let me out on the sidewalk on Bloor Street, I thanked them and Miranda unexpectedly held out her hand. I almost shook it with the recorder still in my hand, but then she said, "Here, I'll throw out that empty can for you." "Oh!" I laughed, and handed her the can, shoving the recorder into my leather pocket with difficulty. "Well, enjoy your.. club meeting," I said, waved and turned away. "Have a good shopping trip," they countered replied, and I could hear them doing some kind of upbeat chant about their faction as they headed the other way. Yeah, they were perky, all right! I pulled the recorder back out of my pocket and hit the rewind, then play. "--going to swap the cake with one that's got--" Fast foreward. "--pink slip and bows--" Fast foreward. "--we'll be hiding in the--" I couldn't suppress a grin. Being evil can be fun! --report submitted by Alicia _________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Bid and sell for free at http://auctions.yahoo.com From - Fri Aug 13 19:22:54 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FKn8-0006Gb-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 13:06:54 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 0918; Fri, 13 Aug 99 13:01:35 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 8793; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 13:01:35 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 12:10:26 +0100 Reply-To: "Tracy S.Morris" Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: "Tracy S.Morris" Subject: War: Vaqs: Now that's an enterance (1/1) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 7d53e53d0bc3b00f9a9566d931a91da5 Now that's an entrance (1/1) As one, the Vaqueros rode into Toronto on harnessed thunder. Half of the Vaqueros anyway. As they rode under the street lamps, the light skittered off of their black leathers not so much reflected as it was repelled. Two-by-two, they turned up Bloor street. Around them, Ravenettes nodded in approval at their stylish entrance. Knighties clucked their tongues in disapproval, as if they just knew that the Vaqueros were up to no good. 'And they're probably right,' was the thought in each Vaquero's head as he or she passed. "What's going on?" A nameless tourist asked as he watched the procession from the window at Buckstars. In the seat next to him, Captain Reese dropped his water into his lap. 'Oh Crap,' the captain thought as he watched the group pass. They were the sort that made the Hell's Angels look like a procession of Shriners. 'It's going to be another one of those wars.' He turned to the tourist. "You picked a bad time to vacation in Toronto," He said forbodingly. "If I were you I'd find a nice, safe basement and hole up there for about two weeks." The idea appealed to him more and more. He picked up his cellular phone and dialed home. "Denise," He spoke in clipped tones as his wife answered. "Load up the car. We're vacationing in Yuma." Let the first and second season Captains handle this mess. If there were two things he'd never understand, it was serial killers and people who participated in war. *** The Motorcycle procession downshifted as they neared their destination. Before them an abandoned church stabbed it's skeletal finger of a steeple into the sky. The old church had seen better days. A fence that looked like an old man's broken teeth surrounded it. A memento of wars past. Inside the fence, leavings of horse, goose, camel and only-the-powers-that-be-know-what else were piled in great heaps. All the motorcycle-engines died at once. The silence that remained was almost pregnant with expectation. The few animals that accompanied the Vaqueros were turned loose in these pens to scamper and dig, roll and bury things that were best left buried. The center of the Vaqueros, a young-looking man with old-looking eyes stepped from the church. Moonlight glinted from his glossy long black hair. In his arms, was a tabby cat with Mackerel stripes. He watched in some amusement as the mostly-female procession climbed off of their triumphs and started pulling guitars, sleeping bags, suitcases and boxes from their saddle bags and the trailers that were hitched behind them. Although the Vaqueros were indistinguishable from one another under their dark clothing and equally dark helmets, he was able to pick out a few of his followers by their mannerisms. Stephanie was the one playing with the Keeshounds, JoAnne also played with her nine cats and dog, Cliff was obviously the male, although Vachon couldn't figure out why he had a bunch of stuffed animals in a cauldron. Or how he got it stuck on the back of his Triumph. And Tracy Sue, the Vaqmommy always wore her whiffle bat slung over her back. Various bits of long hair peeking out from underneath helmets identified others. One girl pulled off her leather jacket, her sleeveless vest revealed multiple tattoos across both arms. 'This must be Imajiru Mackenzie,' Vachon raised an eyebrow in delight and surprise. He had heard of her, and often tempted her to join his ranks, but he never expected to actually see her wearing a Vaquero leather. She saluted Vachon, then with a dark grin turned away muttering something about Jell-O that his sensitive ears couldn't quite catch. Inside the Church, Felicia was stowing her martial arts gear and Melissa was talking on the phone to her children. As Vachon strode into the room, he almost stepped on Tammy, who had dug out her guitar and was plucking a tune. Next to her, Tabitha was playing accompaniment on her didjeridu (pronounced did-jury-do). He stepped over Tammy, and made his way to where Tracy, Fiona and Emma were staring out the window and talking to each other. "Is this everybody?" he asked. "Not quite," Tracy Sue said. "Some of the other Vaqueros had to find other means of transportation." Just then a black limo pulled up out front. Out of it stepped a woman with brown hair and eyes. "That looks like Becky." Tracy Sue commented. The woman only walked a few steps, when a man stumbled after her. He looked like Brad Pitt. They all knew that he wasn't Brad Pitt, though. Brad Pitt was probably off doing something that didn't involve appearing in a fanfic war. If he had been Brad Pitt, we could all probably have been sued. So for the sake of the story, he only looked like Brad Pitt. He crawled on his hands and knees behind Becky. When she refused to be swayed by his begging, he grabbed her calf, and blubbered onto her boot. Becky looked disdainfully down at the look-alike, kicked him aside, and sauntered into the church. Over the air, strains of Wagner sounded. Tracy looked at Fiona, confusion written on her face. Fiona in turn looked at Emma. Vachon looked for a radio. But there was none to be found. Imajiru stuck her head in the door, her eyes bright with excitement. "Incoming!" She screamed. Seconds later, The roof of the sanctuary collapsed inward under the weight of several large suitcases. The Vaqueros came running. "Are we being attacked already?" Tammy asked. She was breathing heavy, with good reason. The falling debris nearly crushed her. "I don't think so," Tracy Sue said. "Unless somebody thought it would be funny to throw their underwear at us, It's just the other Vaqueras." She looked up at the hole in the roof irritably. "Someone tarp that off. And go get those church-trashing thugs." "I'll go." Vachon said. "But it's daylight outside." Tracy Sue argued. Just then Vachon crossed the sun-dappled floor. "Ay de me! you're mortal! Vachon smiled at her as he walked through the crowd of stunned Vaqueros, and out the door." *** The CN tower did what the CN tower does. Which is to say that it broadcast radio signals. Occasionally it was of passing interest to tourists. Once in a blue moon, someone came along who had to hug it's base. But for the most part, it didn't trouble itself with such things. Over the air, strains of Wagner sounded. This was definitely not coming from the tower. A slew of brightly colored hot air balloons drifted up to the tower to the tune of Flight of the Valkiries. There were rainbow-striped balloons, blue balloons, red balloons, a balloon that looked like humpty dumpty, one that looked like a big Canadian lake beastie, and a Korbel Champaign bottle. When the balloons were within spitting distance of the CN tower, several leather-clad women jumped out. Donna, Maria, Echo, Erica, Sarah and Teresita jumped from the baskets. Quickly, they deployed parachutes, and drifted to the ground. Not to be outdone, Rae slithered over the side of a final basket, and rappelled to the ground. The effect was spectacular. Between the music and the Vaquero commandos, the impression was that the group was ready for war. Too bad the only people to see it were a group of Dark Perkulators. And they were so busy singing 'Kill de' Wabbit, Kill de' Wabbit,' along to the music that the effect was lost on them. "Excuse me," Echo called out to the Dark Perks. "Have any of you seen Private Ryan?" The Dark Pink thugs ignored her, turned up the street and disappeared, still singing their song. "Ah, well," Rae knelt and polished the tiny statue of LaCroix that was still stuck to her boot from war 9. "It was still a good entrance." "Hey Rae!" One of the balloon pilots yelled from above. His balloon was composed of multiple rainbow panels. The banner tied to the side of his basket proclaimed that the 'Somethin' Sweet' candy store was pretty good. "Yeah?" Rae yelled back up. "Tell Tracy Sue Hello!" With that he released a handful of suckers. The suckers drifted down on tiny parachutes that the pilot's wife hand made out of colorful cloth. The Vaquero Commandos snatched them greedily, and tucked them into multiple pockets. "Teresita," the champaign bottle's pilot called down. Teresita looked up expectantly. She had worked the chase vehicle for this pilot before. "If you need any champaign for this war thing, it's on me. You Know . . . If you win or anything." Teresita started to explain that there were no winners in this kind of war, but decided that there wasn't time. Instead she'd just tell him that they won, and collect the champaign. "Will do!" She called out cheerfully. The balloons floated away with loud bursts of flaming propane. "Now all we need is a taxi." Rae complained. As if on cue, a long black limo pulled up. Vachon stepped out, looking overly concerned with his commando troops. The girls gaped at his appearance in full sunlight. "You guys, that was dangerous!" He yelled, grabbing for the closest Vaquera. The group of women jumped back quickly. Only Maria was the slowest to jump, so it was she that Vachon pulled back. He checked her for bruises as he cursed in Spanish. Rae felt his forehead while he was checking Maria over. "You're warm!" She reached for the vein in his neck, and jumped back when she felt a pulse. "You're mortal!" "I'll explain later." Vachon said shortly as he continued to check Maria over, muttering darkly in Spanish. Both because Maria spoke Spanish, and because she was getting checked for bruises in some blush-worthy spots, she was indeed blushing furiously. The rest of the girls lined up eagerly to get checked for bruises as well. When Vachon finished, he pointed to the limo imperiously. "Don't ever do that again!" he said angrily. The women hung their heads and drug their feet as they walked to the limo. But the second Vachon's back was turned, they grinned at each other evilly. Already planning another death-defying stunt that would have Vachon checking for bruises again. Tracy Sue war 10 Vaqmommy Ask me about joining the Vaqueras for war 10 Vaquero's war page at: http://members.xoom.com/imajiru/ From - Fri Aug 13 19:22:55 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FKtv-0006jv-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 13:13:56 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 4899; Fri, 13 Aug 99 13:11:51 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 9803; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 13:11:51 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 13:09:16 EDT Reply-To: Third Cousin Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Third Cousin Subject: WAR: NA: A Taxing Situation 2/2 To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: c42d4635c9bcd6b70129c8313654549c NA: "A Taxing Situation" 2/2 by Patt Elmore Time: Mid-day to early evening, Friday, August 13, 1999 Place: Shrine of Nunkies LaCroix used with the permission of the Cousin leadership Supaige used with her permission ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For just a moment, Patt could only stand and stare at the now seated Alfred Pectin. She felt the heat rising on the back of her neck and started to open her mouth to speak. Pectin looked up again, his eyes slitted. "Dismissed." The temperature in the room dropped ten degrees. Patt turned and left the tax office. The mature addict was smart enough to realize that negotiating during the throes of meltdown was not an intelligent endeavor; at least her years of Nunkies addiction had paid off in that respect. No . . . better to leave, regroup, research and come back strong. Pectin struck her as one of those who would require facts and figures to understand things, and Patt would have to do some more preparation to deal with his analytical mind. And, as altercation and cogitation tended to tire the Third Cousin, Patt took the next logical step in achieving her ultimate goal. She laid down on the nearest divan in the deserted Shrine altar room and promptly fell asleep. She was still napping when Supaige came downstairs just in time to allow a delivery service to bring several large, heavy boxes in through the Kitchen/Lab entrance. She was still napping when the five o'clock rush out of the former Video room took place. She was snoring contentedly while Monsieur Cabon fumed loudly from the Jeweled Peach as tax personnel leaped and bounded through the Shrine/restaurant exit, headed for their vehicles and the promise of home and hearth. She was smiling in REM contentment several hours later when something approached her. Patt's nose began to itch. Never opening her eyes, she frowned and slapped at the nuisance. Again, a tickling sensation assaulted her and she swatted parallel to her face. Something cold, yet warm, caught her hand, squeezed it warningly, then released it. Patt's eyes flew open and quickly focused on the specter standing above her. Amazing how the sight of LaCroix could make the Third Cousin lustful, weak, scared and dizzy all in one quick flux. Fearing she might throw up from fear and shock, Patt kept her mouth shut and decided to simply nod in acknowledgment of his presence. LaCroix removed his eyes from the mature addict and gazed around the room. "We're alone, I see. How . . . odd." Patt suddenly decided that prone in front of Nunkies might not be the best position to be in. She slid sideways and scrambled off the divan. Standing now, she faced him and waited. "Perhaps, though, solitude is best for the business we have to discuss," LaCroix said, his smile of intimidation quite polished. "How are the Shrine repairs progressing?" "What repairs?" Patt spoke before thinking. LaCroix did not look pleased. "The repairs needed to return the Shrine to pre-War 9 condition," the vampire continued. "The sandblasting of the busts, the repaving of the Pond, the scrubbing of the walls, the cleaning and mending . . . you do understand those concepts, don't you?" Patt nodded, then quickly shook her head. "No funds." "Excuse me?" "The account in the Caymans was frozen," Patt began to blabber. "We think that the Mercs did it, got the city to re-zone and put the tax office in here, and then we couldn't find our club permit, and our tax exempt status, and then the assets got attached, and no funds, no fix-up . . ." Patt shrugged as her voice slowed to a halt. LaCroix did not look pleased. He waved his arm out, indicating to a variety of additions to the decor which had not been present at his last visit to the NA residence. "What is all this, then? The candles, the potted plants, the wreaths and ribbons, the . . ." he sneered in consternation, ". . . pillows." "Petty cash and donations," Patt replied, smiling proudly. "We did really good in our efforts to spruce the place up for Annie's homecoming party, don't you think?" LaCroix's face darkened. "I will see to the release of your funds and add sufficiently to them. You will see to the needed repairs and some . . . renovations." "Me?" Patt's voice got very small as she began to realize that LaCroix had a plan and it involved her. LaCroix's eyebrow shot up, causing Patt's stomach to lurch dangerously. She watched in growing horror as he reached inside his Armani jacket and removed a bound scroll. Patt's thoughts protested as she recognized the ivory-handled parchment. "No," LaCroix corrected, his voice gentle but firm. "That potato salad induced tryst between us last War was a . . . fantasy. This," he moved to the nearby altar and began unrolling the document, "is your reality. Come here." Obediently, Patt moved to his side. She looked down and gasped as she grasped the concept he was addressing. "As you are well aware, the NA membership has been increasing at a pronounced rate, not that this surprises me. The current floor space of the Shrine is woefully inadequate to provide appropriate worship space for my loyal followers. As such, I have seen to the obtaining of permits to undergo certain constructive renovations to the premises." "Huhh?" LaCroix smiled. "You're getting a face lift." Patt patted her cheeks, dumbfounded. "The Shrine," LaCroix explained patiently. "These are the blueprints for construction to the Shrine . . . to begin immediately. If this Shrine is to be a monument to me, is should be grand, don't you agree?" Just a bit confused, Patt nodded. "Good," LaCroix continued. "It appears that some of my fellow vampires have fallen victim to a temporary illness which has robbed them of their immortality and unique skills." Patt's eyes flew open in disbelief. She started to speak, but the look LaCroix gave her rendered the Third Cousin's voice mute. "To provide respite, shelter and gainful employment for some of my kind while they are 'under the weather,' I have taken the liberty of engaging contractors from the Community and have decided that you are the best choice to serve as their on-site liaison." "ME?" LaCroix's voice was low and patient. "Jules is busy at CERK, Bonnie is . . . indisposed, and Annie has too many other concerns at the moment. Most of the other addicts are too susceptible to vampire-induced meltdowns to be proficient at dealing with Community workers, so you are the logical last choice for this assignment." "I thought you said they weren't vampires anymore," Patt protested. "That," LaCroix glowered at the short woman, "is a *temporary* condition. They might revert at anytime, and I want someone in place who will not fall easy victim to their preternatural charms." "Me?" Patt's voice was a choked whisper. LaCroix stared at the women, his eyes holding her. "Didn't you point out to me last War your ability to deal with situations? Didn't you remind me that you took care of the *Spark* matter quite effectively on your own? This then," he snapped his fingers and smiled down at the pale woman, "--piece of cake." He turned, but then paused and returned his glare to the addict. "And get rid of those awful orange cushions. If you cannot secure the proper shade of blush, it would be better to have none at all." And, with a dismissing nod, he strode from the room. "Hey," Patt found her courage, once he was well out of sight. "What do you want me to do? I don't have signature authorization on the Cayman's account. I don't know nothin about construction and codes. They're not orange they're peach! And . . . what is with all the *War* references?!!! And, why are you walking?!!!" But of course . . . he did not answer her. ************************* The end 2/2 patt79ad@juno.com ___________________________________________________________________ Get the Internet just the way you want it. Free software, free e-mail, and free Internet access for a month! Try Juno Web: http://dl.www.juno.com/dynoget/tagj. From - Fri Aug 13 19:22:56 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FL16-000740-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 13:21:21 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 3333; Fri, 13 Aug 99 13:19:03 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 0517; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 13:19:03 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 12:20:47 -0500 Reply-To: treeleaf@IO.COM Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Margie Hammet Subject: WAR: Inka Flight One aka Kyer's arrival in Toronto (1 of 1) Predawn, Friday To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: e1d506b6dfbc026a737502e07b1e8d8d War: Inka Flight One aka Kyer's arrival in Toronto (1 of 1) Written by: Kyer en Ysh Time: Predawn hours of Friday, 13th of August, After "Winds Of War" _________________________________ Kyer stumbled a bit on unsteady feet as she found herself once more on solid ground, but a strong arm caught her. Turning, she straightening the fabric of her dark, woolen poncho before taking a step backwards in order to execute a deep bow to her benefactor without accidently thwapping him with her bulging pack. "Gracias, Warrior Huaman! I am most appreciative of your willingness to provide transport. I do not know how I would have managed the trip without your kind assistance". The Inca nodded gravely in return. "I do not like leaving you here alone; you are like little atoc--wild and full of mischief, yet I feel an odd disquiet in the spirits. Something is not right in this. Shall I still wait the two weeks before taking Senora home? Grinning, Kyer nodded eagerly. "Yes--- and thank you for the stories of Twantinsuyo! Perhaps one day we can catch some of the Quechuan Festivals? Travel with the sariri? The Inca smiled at her pleading manner. It was not often he found one of the Invader's ancestry so genuinely taken with the culture that had raised him. "I look forward to it." He slowly levitated upwards. "May Inti watch over you as you go into battle." "And may Illapa and Mama Quilla protect you from his fierceness." Farewells said, Kyer hoisted her backpack and adjusted a guacho-style hat; shivering. Plucking a red jalepeno from the coca bag around her neck, she stuck it in her mouth and began to chew, savoring the warmth of the hot food while surveying the Canadian landscape thoughtfully: wishing she knew what the Inka had meant concerning the spirits-- and why she had been asked by her CotK friends to come to this alien place. Drat her brother for not writing down the message! She shivered again. By the Fangs of Agua Fria Freddy--- this Great White North sure was cold! Temprature felt like it was plumb down in the seventies (F). Seventies in August? Kyer grimaced, surpised her breath wasn't visible and thankful it wasn't snowing. Where the heck was that global warming when you needed it? She reached back and petted the full-body llama puppet strapped onto her bag. "Well, here we are, Mr. Spitz. I don't suppose you brought along the piece of paper with directions to the Comfy Cottage?" The puppet--as usual---kept its thoughts quiet. Kyer sighed, "I thought not. Better find a phone booth." A grin spread across her face. "Or we could go to the Loft instead? I remember *that* address! Hehehe." The synthetic llama toy was a picture of disapproving silence. Kyer's face fell. "Yeah, you're right, Mr. Spitz--- the CotK first. Darn obligations." ________________________________________ End of post: Inka Flight One (1of 1) From - Fri Aug 13 19:22:57 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FLCx-0000T4-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 13:33:35 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 5024; Fri, 13 Aug 99 13:27:36 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 1299; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 13:27:36 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 12:11:41 +0100 Reply-To: "Tracy S.Morris" Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: "Tracy S.Morris" Subject: War: Vaqs: The Unhappy Vaqmommy (1/1) To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 0fa60202f526d18c8d179293dad6754f The unhappy Vaqmommy (1/1) Tracy Sue stared darkly at the hole in the roof. She always wanted a skylight, but not this way. She turned her gaze on the group of hot-air ballooning Vaqueros, and fingered her Whiffle Bat O' Doom (tm). "And who's idea was it to unload their luggage over the church?" Rae stared at her boots. For a minute Tracy Sue thought that she was staring at the tiny statue of LaCroix that was glued there during war eight. The Vaqmommy was tempted to thwap her with the whiffle bat, when Rae finally returned her gaze sheepishly. "Seemed like a good idea at the time." She said softly. Tracy Sue rolled her eyes. Above her, JoAnne and Tammy were trying to keep their balance while stretching a tarp over the hole in the roof. She was about to give the women a blistering reply when Vachon tapped her on the shoulder. "What?" "It's really not that bad, Tracy. Why don't you just let it go?" He said. "Not that bad?" She fumed. "It looks like we dropped the Caddy though the roof, and it's not that bad?" "No, really. It's not." He smiled disarmingly at her. Behind her back, he gave a thumbs up sign to the Vaquero commandos. The group of them sighed in relief. But that wasn't the last of the Vaqmommy's worries. "So how did you get mortal?" She asked Vachon. "I wish I knew." he said softly. For the first time, Tracy Sue noticed him playing with a pendant. He handed it to her as he spoke. "I woke up this morning, and I was breathing. When I looked around, this was outside on the door mat." Absently, he picked up a tabby cat with mackerel stripes, and stroked it's coat. Tracy ignored the cat. She had seen it before. Vachon adopted it at the end of war nine to keep him company, and named it Carmen. What interested her was the pendant. It was a flat hexagon with odd shapes carved into it. "Do you know what this means?" She traced the shapes with her finger prints. "Not a clue." Vachon frowned. "Right." she flagged down Fiona. "Nafs, you're research girl. See if you can't find out what these symbols mean on the internet." Fiona took the odd pendant, and went to set up her computer. "Now the rest of us have to prepare our attacks for the other factions." Tracy Sue continued in a businesslike manner. "I've been meaning to talk to you about that, TS," Vachon started out of his trance. As he set her on the floor, Carmen the cat protested by clawing at his leather boots. "Shoo, Carmacita," he waved the cat away, and returned his attention to the Vaqmommy. "I've been thinking." "That's always dangerous." "Very funny. What I was thinking was that we always spend so much of the war either attacking other factions or retaliating. I think we'd have more fun if we enjoyed each others' company rather than getting caught up in pranks." "Are you loco?" Tracy Sue pushed a hand against Vachon's forehead. "Not defend ourselves against the Cousins? Or worse, the Dark Perks?" "Nope." Vachon grinned. "In the past couple of wars I've had my bike and guitar stolen, been glued into a cow costume and had my hair cut. It's a little embarrassing, but nothing permanent. "We've already done the worst thing we can to each other." He pointed to the now ventilated roof of the church. "If someone tries to knock the whole thing down, we could always move." "Move where?" Tracy Sue asked doubtfully." "Tracy's apartment." Vachon's grin turned wicked. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind putting all twenty of us up." Tracy Sue sighed. "I guess that this is a bad time to tell you about the jello. "What jello?" Vachon followed Tracy Sue's gaze out the nearby window. Outside, Cliff and Imajiru were busy pouring liquid jello into a shallow moat. "Oh you're kidding me!" He ran for the door of the church. "At least now I know what the Cauldron's for." "Was he serious?" Sarah asked. "'Fraid so." Tracy Sue replied. "That can't be the Vachon I know." "Maybe it's not Vachon." Melissa said. "After all, the Vachon we know is a Vampire." "That's a plausible idea." Tracy Sue said. "But how would we know for sure?" "Torturing a confession out of him is out," Stephaine said. "He just might be the genuine article." "Maybe we should try to obtain some DNA?" Echo suggested. "Nah," Maria said. "It wouldn't match anyway, because he's not a vampire." "We'll think of something." Tracy Sue said. "Right now we'd better get that hole in the ceiling tarped down. We still have to get ready for the party at the Raven tonight." Tracy Sue war 10 Vaqmommy Ask me about joining the Vaqueras for war 10 Vaquero's war page at: http://members.xoom.com/imajiru/ From - Fri Aug 13 19:22:57 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FLJI-0000Fw-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 13:40:08 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 3393; Fri, 13 Aug 99 13:25:53 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 1183; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 13:25:53 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 12:23:14 -0500 Reply-To: "Christella M. Stillman" Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: "Christella M. Stillman" Subject: WAR: NA: Small World After All (1/1) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 5f7d3ee4247b4d6d367ca0837e1a048f NA: Small World After All (1/1) By: Christy Stillman Time and Date: Noon, EST; Friday, August 13, 1999 Place: Atlanta Airport Note: Jeffy and family are purely fictitious, though similar families may be found in using mass transit worldwide. I give myself permission to appear in this post. The crowd in the Atlanta airport was as thick as fleas on a blue tick hound as Christy made her way toward the connecting flight for her final destination--Orlando, Florida. Ah yes, two weeks away from the family and theme park hopping with her friends was going to be *so* wonderful! Standing on tiptoe and holding the big-eared black beanie firmly on top of her head with one hand, the short redhead examined the row of monitors and tried to determine from which gate her flight was scheduled to leave. There it was! Concourse B, Gate 14. She checked the overhead directional signs and headed out. "B-14, B-14, B-14, Bingo!" she giggled to herself. Okay, so the short-term memory was going, but if she repeated it enough, she'd be able to get there just fine. A little maggot...er...toddler darted in front of her, and she stopped short. A hand snatched at the tot, who managed to evade the grasping appendage quite neatly. Christy had to admire his agility--especially since he wasn't *her* kid. The giggling little boy headed for the nearest Godiva chocolate stand screaming, "Chock-it! Chock-it!" Well, at least the little brat had good taste, though it certainly seemed that he had consumed more than enough sugar for one day. "Jeffy! You come back here! We'll never get to our flight at this rate! What was that gate number again?" asked the weary mother. An equally weary father replied, "D-9." He cornered dear little Jeffy and scooped up the howling youngster. They trudged off, leaving Christy to pick the little darling's lollipop from her shirt where it clung tenaciously to one of the large black ears of her favorite corporate icon. "Sorry, Mick. Some people just have no reverence," she said, making a futile attempt to brush away the sticky spot desecrating the object of her affection. "Okay, where was I headed? Oh yeah. Gate D-9." *********** Settling back into the not-so-comfy coach-class seat, Christy popped another Dramamine and waited for the drowsiness to kick in. Good thing the pills made her sleep through flights despite the noise and turbulence. She could already hear a strident female voice pleading, "Jeffy, please sit down dear. No Jeffy, don't do that. Jeffy, you *have* to wear your seatbelt." She pitied the people who would have to sit near Jeffy without the benefit of chemically-induced stupor. At least it was only a two hour flight to Orlando. Maybe they could all go that long without somebody stuffing sweet little Jeffy into an overhead compartment like so much carry-on luggage. Soon the jet began taxiing down the runway. Allowing the gentle pressure of take-off to push her back into her seat, Christy laid her head against the cabin bulkhead and began to snore softly. Some time later, the plane began its descent, causing the redhead's ears to pop. Bleary eyes opened as the flight attendant's voice came over the PA system. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the Captain has turned on the fasten seat belts light. We request that you now return to your seats, fasten your seat belts, and return all seats and tray tables to their upright and locked positions in preparation for our landing in Toronto. We thank you for flying Air Canada and hope you will consider our airline for your future travel needs." Green eyes snapped open as adrenaline pumped through Christy's system. Toronto?! Air Canada ?! What had happened to Orlando? She slapped her forehead. Her luggage. It was in Orlando, and she was about to land in Toronto. All she had was a carry-on crammed with books and crossword puzzles. Oh great, did she still have her birth certificate in her tote bag from her first trip to Toronto or had she gotten "smart" and removed it before this trip? Digging through the stack of books, she found the somewhat rumpled proof of citizenship at the bottom of the tote and breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay," she thought. "No need to panic. I'll go to the Shrine and call my friends, and then I'll see about making flight arrangements for tomorrow." She groaned softly as she pictured her fellow Disnoids' mirth. "They are *never* gonna let me live this one down." After the flight landed, she caught a taxi and gave the driver the address of The Jeweled Peach. As the cab drove away, Christy headed toward the kitchen/laboratory entrance to the Shrine. Opening the door, she slipped inside. From - Fri Aug 13 19:22:58 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FLJL-0000Fw-01; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 13:40:11 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 3455; Fri, 13 Aug 99 13:35:26 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 2132; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 13:35:26 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 12:35:31 -0500 Reply-To: Monica Thadine Rodriguez Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Monica Thadine Rodriguez Subject: War: Horsies and Kitties and Addicts... Oh My To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: d8fa4e68897c9cce6ba2f1114616ca83 >Horsies and Kitties and Addicts... Oh My. >by: Jennifer Lee and Patt Elmore >Time: Friday, August 13th, 1999 >Place: Sacred Shrine to Nunkies > > > Jennifer stepped out of the car and breathed deeply of the cool night= =20 >air. Finally, she was in Toronto. Okay, so maybe she was on the outskirts. =20 >She couldn't exactly have the horse van pull up to the Shrine. > Getting permission to come had been tough. Luckily, there was going= to=20 >be a clinic hosted by one of the continent's premier horsemen, and she'd=20 >gotten her parents' consent to come. > The small trailer pulled up in the field. The driver got out,= Jennifer=20 >filled out the paperwork, and the trailer pulled away once she'd unloaded her=20 >horse. He was a tall, dark bay Thoroughbred gelding. His name was Coup. It=20 >had been mispronounced by her friends from the day she'd met him, so=20 >insteading of saying "coo," as she should have, she called him "coop." > He was young, eight years old to be exact, and a very intelligent,=20 >energetic, and talented animal. The perfect match for her. He constantly= =20 >challenged her skills. > Jennifer pulled the good show bridle from her bag. Nothing but the best=20 >would do if she was taking him to the Shrine with her. Once she'd placed the=20 >dark, scrolled leather headpiece on and put the reigns over his head, she put=20 >on her helmet. She firmly believed in the use of protective headgear by= all=20 >riders. Now ready, she grabbed his dark, flowing mane and swung up onto= his=20 >back, wrapping her long legs around his slender barrel. It felt good to have=20 >his muscular body under her again. He was excited about being in the open.= =20 >It was time for a good run. She squeezed lightly with her calves, and he= =20 >moved forward into a long, flowing trot. > Both were breathless when they got to the Shrine. Jennifer had let Coup=20 >canter part of the way, and the adrenaline rush was still there. > Jennifer put Coup up in the Sacred Stables. She took care of his=20 >grooming needs, and refreshed his water and hay while he munched on his feed.=20 > Then she cleaned her tack and put it up in the small area she was allowed.= =20 >After waving goodbye to Coup and the other horses, she walked into the Shrine. > "Oddly quiet," Jen thought as she made her way from the alley entrace to=20 >the main alter room of the Shrine. In fact, the usually bustling center of= =20 >NA activity was dead. > Except for some snoring. > Jen glanced toward the invasive noise and took note of Third Cousin Patt=20 >sprawled out on one of the brocade divans. Jen smiled and decided to let= =20 >sleeping cousins lie. She glanced at her watch and noted the time--5:45. = =20 >Just time enough for a quick shower before an early supper at the Jeweled= =20 >Peach. > She was greeted by two small cats when she entered her quarters. Both= =20 >were females, one a blue Abyssinian with amber-green eyes, the other a calico=20 >with tortoise shell and tabby markings mixed in. Jennifer smiled as she= sat=20 >on the bed and Quinivere, the Abyssinian, jumped up to join her. She'd flown=20 >into Toronto with her two cats and her luggage just the other day, then taken=20 >a cab to the vicinity of the Shrine before walking the rest of the way. > Jennifer smiled, then, thinking of how much she=E2=80=99d enjoy the= stay with=20 >her fellow Addicts, not to mention the vicinity of all the Nunkies-related= =20 >things. She reached down and absently rubbed the calico=E2=80=99s back. = Patoot=20 >immediately flopped down on her side, purring and rubbing her orange,= white,=20 >and gray head against the floor. > "Well, girls," Jennifer said, "we're here. I hope you two enjoy it." > > From - Fri Aug 13 19:22:59 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FLhD-0001TA-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 14:04:52 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 5226; Fri, 13 Aug 99 14:02:42 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 4374; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 14:02:42 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 10:58:46 -0700 Reply-To: Steve Hood Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Steve Hood Subject: WAR: Gathering Storm (01/01) To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: b00491ea24430ece1c4eb7dd64b3ef73 Gathering Storm by Steve Hood Time: August 13th, 1999 Place: Enforcer Headquarters (All real life names are used with permission) It's with a swiftness the wind comes, like a shadow on the water from an overhanging cloud. Steve walked on, not entirely sure what had happened, but with the knowledge that no one knew they were coming for this war. He smiled grimly, in part from weariness, in part from anticipation. The call had gone out, and they would respond. He remembered the brief conversation with his contacts in New York. "Steve. You are needed." "That tells me nothing." "We have decided that we need to step in this time. Get up to Toronto." That simple. Steve paused to stare off into the sun, removing his sunglasses. Why they were getting themselves involved with this war, he wasn't quite sure. But it would prove to be interesting. It was always interesting when Enforcers wanted to be involved. He continued on toward the meeting place, and stepped inside to remove his sunglasses and stare around the room. "Looks like you made it," Enid replied. "We were beginning to worry." Steve shook his head slightly. "Never worry," he smiled. "Do you have the supplies?" Enid grinned and held up the balloons. "Ready and waiting." "And our special ingredient?" Enid's smile deepened. "Of course." Steve went around the table to stare down at a map. "This isn't going to be easy. From what I've been told, in less than a day, everyone's going to be exploding across the city in waves." "It's already started," Kadrina noted. Steve smiled. "Okay, team. Enid, you and I are going after the intended target." He winked. "The rest can either break off into teams or fly solo if they'd like. Remember our overall goal here, and be sure to keep with supplies. If you run out, come back here and pick up some more." He flashed a dark grin. "The Enforcers have decided to become involved with this war, so let's make them proud." _________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Bid and sell for free at http://auctions.yahoo.com From - Fri Aug 13 19:23:00 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FLnv-0000WS-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 14:11:47 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 5320; Fri, 13 Aug 99 14:09:41 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 5362; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 14:09:41 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 11:06:33 -0700 Reply-To: Glennis Lyke Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Glennis Lyke Subject: WAR: NA: Nag, nag, nag (1/2) To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 4ce82d6761d9b1be66487a5878fb9fc3 Title: Nag Nag Nag By: Glennis and Patt Time: Thursday, before the outbreak of War Where: Golden Coast of California and Toronto, Canada Annie Raper used with permission. "Get up! Harummmph, you can't sleep all day!" "Clean your room. Wash your filthy clothes!" "Make that face again and it'll freeze like that!" "Straighten up the garage. It's getting disgusting!" "What do you mean, you're working overtime, AGAIN?" "Don't even THINK of asking 'What's for dinner'_I'm not cooking!" "Take the trash out!" Ya da Ya da Ya da, nag nag, nag-- Gently, in his best understanding spousal mode, Glennis' husband quietly addressed the simmering woman. "Glennis, darling wife, I think that we, ummmmm, I mean 'YOU' need a break. Why don't you take a little vacation from us?" It's amazing how fast luggage can be packed when everyone helps out! Checking her list, Glennis noted aloud, "Let's see, that's 47 credit cards , glue gun, duct tape, brushes and paints, glitter. Yep, that's the essentials!" As the airport limo drove away from her house, Glennis looked back and saw her family doing high fives and little happy dances. What THEY didn't see was the addict's huge sigh of relief. They had no idea how hard and exhausting that nagging mother/wife act was to pull off! With a smug look of satisfaction, Glennis was off to Toronto ALONE --- just like she'd planned! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Glennis was whistling as she got off the jet in Toronto. With her family's blessing that she have a solo vacation, she was looking forward to some addict R&R in her favorite second home. The California addict retrieved her two flight bags and headed for the auto rental counter. After a rather lengthy wait in line, she finally found herself face to face with the leaser. The poor man looked rather haggard, so ever- cheerful Glennis decided he could use one of her sunny smiles. The man responded with a grunt. "We're all out." Glennis' expression drooped. "Out?" "Yes," the man said, reaching for the *closed* placard. He moved to place the sign in the window, but Glen reached out a hand to stay the motion. "You can't be out of cars," Glen protested. "I need a rental to get around Toronto. Last time I had to depend on my friends for transportation, and I ended up . . . in trouble." "Sorry lady, but we have no vehicles available," the man said. "There's been a run on them all evening. Seems like some major convention has come to town and EVERYONE needed a ride." "But," Glennis protested. "Don't you have *anything*?" She pulled out her folded cache of credit cards and let it drop, exposing all forty-seven of the plastic wonders. "I can pay!" The little man behind the counter stared at the cards, then licked his lips greedily. "I don't have any rental cars," he reiterated, "but I may have some transport for you. Let me close up and I'll show you." A few moments later, the man escorted Glennis outside and stopped in front on a bright pink mo-ped. Glennis looked at the motorcycle-wanna-be with a sinking feeling. "That's it?" "Yep," the man nodded. "And it will cost you $50.00 a day. Take it or leave it." "But, it doesn't even have room to carry my luggage," Glennis whined. >From a rear compartment mounted behind the seat, the man pulled out a folded piece of plastic. Once unfolded, it made a set of saddle bags, which neatly hung over each side of the mo-ped. "There . . . now you have bags for your bags. Happy?" "No . . . but I guess it will have to do," Glen replied, handing the man her MasterCard . "I should have it back to you in a couple of days." "Take your time," the man said, slipping her card through a portable debit machine which he had produced from his backpack. "Always happy to be of help to the customer." "Yea, right." Glennis finished attaching her bags to the bike and climbed aboard. She was pleased when the small engine purred to life in one down kick. "Better stop soon and get some gas," the man called to the addict as she rode away. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After pushing the mo-ped for three blocks, Glennis reached the All-Nite- and-Half-the-Day gas and convenience store. Swearing slightly, she put the kickstand of the bike into place, reached for the gas hose and began filling the vehicle with unleaded. While engaged in this mundane chore, Glennis looked around her surroundings. She'd been to Toronto several times before, and, although she'd never been able to explore it like she wanted to, she knew she was near CERK. The little tank filled quickly. Glennis rehung the nozzle, paid the attendant, bought an impulse bag of chips and set off again for the NA Shrine. By her memory map, Peach Street should be just up here on the left . . . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ From - Fri Aug 13 19:23:00 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FLvG-0002Fq-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 14:19:22 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 5374; Fri, 13 Aug 99 14:17:11 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 5936; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 14:17:12 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 13:06:44 -0500 Reply-To: Ann Bridges Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Ann Bridges Subject: War: Harem: On the Road Again!? To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 03d1520b66888d16c7b92b29809316f8 WAR: Harem: On the Road Again!? Amethyst, Wife #2 Harem's 2nd in command Amethyst had left Carthage, Texas almost 2 weeks ago, she & the FK Dogs had had a pretty good weekend at the Dog Agility show in Brooklyn Park, MN. She then stayed over a few days to catch up on the sleep they had missed. She headed out of town & got on I-90 heading south (after all they had to get around that pesky great lake ) After about 6 hours of driving Amethyst reached for the map and found . . . nothing so she pulled off the side of the road to look for the map. It wasn't there! Then she saw the corner sticking out from under the edge of the seat, grabbing it, she pulled. All she got was one VERY chewed corner of the map. "GREAT!! I have NO Idea what road I'm supposed to get on now!!" she exclaimed, glaring at a particular wolf hybrid that just happened to have a chewed scrap of paper hanging out of his mouth. Grey Cloud responded by waging his tail & emitting a little woof. " Well there is a gas station, I should be able to get directions to Toronto!" After 15 minutes of discussion, Amethyst crawled back in to the drivers seat with hand written directions to Toronto. "We're off! . . . again." placing the directions in the safety of the over head compartment. *At least I'll see if one of them gets it this time!* Many hours later Amethyst passed a sign that said Lima, she then realized that the gas station attendant had given her directions to Toronto . . . OHIO!!! She pulled off at St Hwy 7 in Ohio & bought herself a real map. "Great! This is going to take a bit longer than I thought!" Amethyst shook her head pouring over the road atlas," Good thing I had planned on getting there a day early!" Amethyst saw a sign for a camp site ahead so she pulled in & slept for a few hours. Thursday evening : Amethyst had been driving all day, things were relatively smooth, until she blew a tire after dark. She got it changed, slipped back behind the wheel and started off again.. "I'm so tired, but what else could go wrong!?"she mused, just then she heard the unmistakable sound of a dog getting car sick! " Grey NO!!" snatching the wheel the right, & onto the edge of the road.She barely got him out of the car. Amethyst looked at her watch it was 12:01 AM. "No wonder it's Friday the 13th." Finally Amethyst turned onto Provincial 401, "Only about 6 more miles to Toronto!!!!" It was only 3 AM !! At 5 AM she finally pulled up in front of the Harem HQ. She had never been to The HQ before, & when Grey ate the directions he had eaten the only set for how to get there, so she just drove around for a while. Finally she remembered enough to get to the hotel. "Where is that Key?!" she asked, noticing another car parked out front " must be Randora's. I really don't want to wake her up, especially if her day was anything like mine!" **********END************* ---------------------------------------------------- Amethyst and the FK Dogs Grey Cloud, Steele, Harlee and Cinder knightie@sat.net From - Fri Aug 13 19:23:01 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FMBo-00014A-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 14:36:28 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 3881; Fri, 13 Aug 99 14:34:21 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 7692; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 14:34:21 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 14:35:33 EDT Reply-To: EnidKnight@AOL.COM Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Enid Rodriguez Subject: War: Enforcers: Feeding the Enforcer (1/1) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 5a8425ebded548e3e68aac386d67bbb0 Day: August 13, 1999 Time: Around Noon Place: Enid Rodriguez's office in Enforcer Headquarters, Toronto. By: Enid Rodriguez (Enforcer, Twilight Knightie, and Harem Wife # 28) BTW, MIB =Man In Black Steve the enforcer used with permission. Enid's black eyes narrowed as she focused in on the take-out menu before her. The thought of battle made her dizzy with hunger. "I can't believe this, almost one month in this city and I can't find one joint with decent Spanish food." She complained out loud. Annoyed, Enid tossed the menu on her glass-top desk, and plopped herself down in her leather recliner. She was getting restless, she needed to get her thoughts together. She and Steve would have to leave any second ."I can't believe this, the MIB wakes me up at 4 in the morning, I drag my butt over here. And if I don't eat soon there's no telling what I do to the other factions..." But before she could go on complaining to herself Steve walked to her office. "Hey partner, you set to head out?" Enid perked up, "Hell Yeah!" She exclaimed jumping out of chair. Using her hunger and frustration to fuel her fighting fire. As they headed out Steve passed Enid a grease stained bag. "What's this?" She asked. "Hot wings, and a can of soda." Enid's mouth dropped open. "How...how.." Enid stammered, holding the bag as if it were pure gold. Steve grinned, "Your welcome." Enid grinned back, "Thanks!" Steve's grin faded. "Do you have your wig?" "Mmmmm" was all Enid could get out as she wrapped her mouth around a tiny red wing. Steve sighed, "Your wig?" "Oh...one sec.." Enid answered, grabbing a small bag from her office. "Check." "Good....uh..Enid..." "Yeah?" "May I have a bite?" "NOOOOOOOO!!!" From - Fri Aug 13 19:23:02 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FMHl-0003cs-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 14:42:37 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 1601; Fri, 13 Aug 99 14:40:29 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 8290; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 14:40:30 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 14:41:38 EDT Reply-To: Nsvestal@AOL.COM Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Lisa Clevenger Subject: WAR:NA Stuck in the Middle (1/1) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: a58e0196490db92aec8a39b57656aa72 Stuck in the Middle By Sukh Round Midnight 8/13 12:15 AM ish MacCousin and Lucuis used with premission Sukh ducked into her room, MacCousin and Lucius the cat right behind her. With all the commotion of the Canadian Revenue, no one noticed the videos. They closed the door and started up the video....Some character from another TV show that looked just like Nunkies appeared. "Oh yeah," MacCousin sighed and laid back to enjoy the show. "Don't smear facepaint on my red satin coverlet." Sukh, still sporting similar blueness of portions of her face, groused. "I should've learned that this stuff takes days to wear off." "My someone woke up on the wrong side of the shrine." MacCousin watched as another character from a TV show that Sukh was drooly over walked onscreen. A chair scraped far too loudly in the hallway, driving through the addicts like nails on a chalkboard.. "I hate Canadian Revenue." Sukh cringed as she flopped on the bed next to MacCousin and grabbed a handful of popocorn. On the floor, Lucius was attacking her favorite pen. The call to arms sounded. "To the batcave...err dressing room!" MacCousin shouted as they flipped over the bowl of popcorn and rushed out of the room. Lucius trotted out of the room behind them, the offending pen carried proudly in his mouth. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cz Sukh NA, Val,Czn,UF, and many more From - Fri Aug 13 19:23:11 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FNAX-0006dB-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 15:39:13 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 5957; Fri, 13 Aug 99 15:37:02 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 3929; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 15:37:03 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 13:05:32 +0000 Reply-To: xina@LIGHTSPEED.NET Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Kimberly Anderson Subject: War: GSS: Flight of the Papercaper (1/1) To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 61e5329fd2d843d73ad377c42aa149b9 Flight of the Papercaper (1/1) by Kimberly Anderson Time: 11:30 a.m. Day: Friday, August 13, 1999 Place: Pearson Airport in Toronto Participants: Tami -GSS Muse, Joseph -GSS Striker Kim -GSS Ace Agent Muse turned the yoke slightly, adjusted her flight path as new coordinates were radioed from the control tower. She had been circling the lear jet for the past 30 minutes and was getting tired of waiting to land. "My butt is starting to go numb" She thought, and squirmed to get a better positioning in the black padded pilot's seat. "Tower." she called over the radio, "How much longer before We're scheduled to land?" The radio crackled back, "Four minutes from now we'll be able to give you a runway." "Thank you." She replied, and leaned back streaching her back a bit and brushing stray blond hair back from her forehead, which instantly bounced back into place. Tami heard footsteps coming from the rear of the plane, and a Sprite in a plastic 12oz bottle was thrust in to her vision, from behind the seat. "Thanks Joe!" She said, taking the opened container with one hand while steering with the other. She took a long thirsty swig from the bottle then set it aside in a cup holder attached to the arm rest of the pilot's seat. "Don't mention it," Joseph replied "Hey, its my turn to fly on the way back. Don't forget that." He said, sitting down and securing himself in the copilot seat. "You flew the plane from New York to Florida to pick ME up." Tami replied trying to argue more flying hours for herself. Joe considered, "So how about I fly it back to New York.... and you take the bus home?" The short dark haired man asked. "I don't think so." Tami replied frowning. "Ok, what if we take another vacation at the end of the war then?" Joe said, "We can decide later on where." "That might be a plan." Tami considered, "We could fly Kim back to California..... if we could get her in the plane." Joseph chuckled darkly and began to reply but was interrupted by the control tower radio. {Static} Lear Jet 347J5. You are now cleared to land on runway nine. Please begin your descent now.{Static} "Roger, Pearson Tower." Joseph replied into his headset as Tami started working through the Lear Jet's landing proceedure. {3 minutes later} The Jetblack Lear with silver stripes down it's flanks taxied slowly toward a hanger where it was to berth. Lacroix kept a few spaces in the hangars rented for his Cousin pilots and also for ... other purposes. Tami parked the Lear in a spot near the hangar doors and the two Agents went through the shut down proceedures, then exited the plane and headed for the Airport loading and unloading curb to hail a taxi. {Booring ride not described :-) } They paid the fare for the ride to CERK radio station and stepped quickly out of the red cab. "Its been quite a while." Joseph murmured. Staring up at the multistoried building. "Let's see how the old HQ is holding up!" Tami remarked cheerfully and stepped briskly up to and through the door. The two agents entered the CERK loby and breathed in deeply. "War." Joseph said letting the breath out as he chuckled to himself. Both agents aproached the front desk and waited behind a few other Cousins until it was their turn to sign in. Joseph signed a large John Hancock and then Tami marked a small X below it in the leather bound tome looking up at Isabella the Cousins' receptionist and grinning cheshirishly as the receptionist looked at it and rolled her eyes at their wiseacre, and un-original *for this bunch*, prank. Tami and Joe looked at each other and shruged, then headed eagerly for an elevator flanked by potted palms. Inside, they pressed the "basement" button seven times, keying the lift to descend to the SUB-basement. Their short ride ended as the elevator doors slid open on darkness. Well not quite darkness, but the harsh light of the elevator made the sub-basement gloom LOOK like darkness. The two stepped forward, and the doors slid shut behind them. They stood for a minute or two adjusting to the gloomy light provided by the few ornate electric light fixtures {rather torchlike in design} spaced widely apart along the walls of the several corridors leading away into the dungeon labrynth. {Reference wars 8 & 9 for why there is a dungeon here} Joe and Tami chose a corridor by memory and made their way through the cobweb strewn maze of wooden-celldoor lined stone corridors, heading toward the center of the labrynth. Occasionally a pink glow was seen out of the corner of one of the Agents eyes, but when they turned to look it had disappeared, sometimes leaving the scrabbling sound of tiny claws, in its wake around the corner of some other corridor. They finaly encountered a hallway with stone steps leading down to the side and descended them as confidently as they had navigated the maze. At the bottom Tami placed her hand against a faintly blue glowing rectangular object set in the wall beside a nondescript looking cell door. The only other unusual object was a bust of The General set on a marble pedestal to the left of the door. The rectangle glowed brighter for a second as its scanner read her palm print identifying her as Agent Muse of the General's Secret Service. The door promptly slid aside into the wall, {which looks odd because it appears to be an open out door like the rest. ;-) } Tami and Joseph entered and passed through the short darkened foyer into a large meeting room that was dimly lighted, and the door slid shut behind them once again. A large round table dominated the room whose walls were off white and the floor carpeted in deep dark blue pile. Tapestrys of unusual design were situated along the walls with some pictures hung in between, some of them photos and some paintings. A large fireplace yawned at the side of the room, to the right. As yet unlit. Kim sat at the table a few seats away from the largest ornate chair and yawned as well. She wore a tee shirt and sweats. No shoes. Her long dark hair was still mussed from having gotten up out of bed recently. She squinted her grey eyes, still sleepy, not from any glare of light. Kim held a glass of orange juice between her hands and a donut sat un-eaten on the table before her. "Hey! How have you strangers been?" She said, "Wow, you guys made it in record time." Kim yawned again. "Hay, Kim!" Joseph called striding forward, "Still keeping late hours I see." He plopped down in a chair next to hers. "Hi Kim!" Tami also chiruped walking up, "Oh, its been the same old, same old. That's why we got here so quick." "I can relate to that." Kim replied sipping her orange juice, "Oh, by the way. The GSS is going to be a bit thin this year. All we have right now is me, you two, one new recruit coming in from the west coast, and Bob. Who probably won't be very much involved because he's a Cousin Leader again." "We can make do with that." Joe replied and Tami nodded in agreement, "A smaller force is easier to manuver.. and hide its operations." "Yesss." Kim answered suddenly withdrawing mentaly in devious contemplative thought. Tami laughed and turned away to head for her room, down one of the two hallways leading from the main meeting hall, to change out into her GSS uniform. "Heard anything about what its about this time?" Joe asked as he turned back from watching Tami leave. "Hmmm, I don't know." she considered, "I've been a bit reclusive lately, but I did get a few interesting e-mails in the past day or so. Nothing from the General or Bob yet." Kim shook her head. "They just alerted me about the war at 5am this morning." "Maybe it'll be just another prank fest like last year." Joe concluded. "I can live with that." He grinned evilly. -fin ----GSS Ace xina@lightspeed.net o==|---GSS-------- From - Fri Aug 13 19:23:12 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FNML-0003La-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 15:51:25 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 6058; Fri, 13 Aug 99 15:47:55 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 5463; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 15:47:55 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 15:49:37 EDT Reply-To: Martin Fries Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Martin Fries Subject: War: DP: Arrival at the Mansion To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: d8b92155d9484ad619a5763ca0610e78 Martin drives into the driveway of the gothic looking mansion and smiles. "Finally here." Getting lost, again, didn't help keep him awake and by the time he got there, he was exhausted. Yawning deeping, Martin drags out his duffel bag and walks on into the mansion, stepping on a careless demon that walked in his path. The new Thug didn't notice in his exhustion and the demon apparently liked it. Martin stumbles into the kitchen, blindly following the smell of fresh coffee. Reaching out eagerly, he pours a large mug of cappicinno and slumps down at the table. "Long day." Martin could hear the person, but really couldn't focus on her except for maybe black or dark blue hair. "It was. First I get woke up six in the mornin' after a late night by a call about a detective asking about me. Turns out it is Tracy who called, and its a War. So I hop into my truck and drive here directly. I couldn't even find a decent cup of coffee until now." Martin looks thankfully at the drink. "Thank goodness I was already on my way here." "Why?" Martin concentates on that question as if his life depends on it. "I was near Buffalo when an old friend ran into me and asked me to do a favor. Deliver a sword to someone in Toronto. Out of the goodness of my heart, and up front cash, I said yes." "So who are you supposed to deliver the sword to." "I'm supposed to meet the person at the Starbucks near here eventually. So, how was your trip here?" Martin starts to listen in eagerly as the caffinated drink starts to kick in. _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com From - Fri Aug 13 19:23:13 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FNV4-0007mH-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 16:00:26 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 6112; Fri, 13 Aug 99 15:56:01 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 6289; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 15:56:02 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 15:02:10 -0500 Reply-To: Bob Sellers Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Bob Sellers Subject: WAR: GSS: A Rude Awakening Part (01/01) To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 3ac43c69997fe6864fdf7d01d218c76b WAR: GSS: A Rude Awakening Part (01/01) Time: Friday the 13th, 9:15 am Location: GSS HQ, Jennifer's Room By: Jennifer Okerlund (a.k.a. Agent Ice & Cousin MidKnight) Beta reading by Amy Reed (a.k.a. Randora) Agent Ice slept peacefully in her four poster bed inside the GSS Headquarters. She had been in Toronto since the last War. Somehow she never quite made it home. It started out with the sight seeing and then led to going to the University of Toronto. Here it was, more than a year later and she was still here. She rolled over in her sleep murmuring quietly. Ice was having a wonderful dream involving vampires when all of a sudden she was awakened quite abruptly with a banging at the door. With a grumble Ice sat up blinking, and trying to adjust her eyes to the dim light in the room coming under the door from the hall. She heard the wheel in Spike's cage squeaking as the pink rat ran inside of it. She got out of bed grabbing her robe and slipping it on over her lavender silk pajamas as she made her way to the door. Squinting as she opened the door to the hall she made out the form of Bob. She pushed a few strands of auburn out of her eyes with one hand as she held the door with the other. "What is it at such an unearthly hour of the morning? I just went to bed two hours ago," she said with a definite tone of annoyance. "Sorry to wake you so early Mid, but Tok asked me to summon the GSS for a meeting A.S.A.P. The General has ordered all the cousins to meet in Toronto, which can only mean one thing... War." Ice was wide-awake when she heard this. "War? I'll be right there," she said, already closing the door. She threw on some clothes and got ready in a flash. Ice was on her way up to the Cousin's Headquarters within 10 minutes. End Of Post From - Fri Aug 13 19:23:22 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FP0q-00054l-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 17:37:20 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 2828; Fri, 13 Aug 99 17:30:18 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 6411; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 17:30:18 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 14:59:31 +0000 Reply-To: xina@LIGHTSPEED.NET Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Kimberly Anderson Subject: War: GSS: Invisible GSSer {Comedy plot save} To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 66dd4dc9cd24e0c194bfc31662fc8d34 Title: The Invisible GSSer {Comedy plot save} Time: Friday 13, 12:30pm Location: GSS HQ By: Kim, Tami, Joe Showerd, shaved and suited up. The GSS Agents Ace, Striker, and Muse ambled back down the GSS barracks hallway toward the HQ's front exit intent on checking out the goings on in the upper levels of CERK radio station. Glancing aside, Tami spotted one of the doors to the rooms standing slightly ajar. "That's odd. Isn't this Ice's room?" she asked the other two. "Looks like it has been lived in." She commented curiously opening the door a little wider. "Oh, yeah. I forgot," Kim replied smacking her palm to her head, "Ice is here too. She's been living here with me all year long. We keep missing each other, when one of us is here, the other one isn't or is asleep. We usualy keep different hours, but its still kind of wierd. We barely see each other so sometimes I forget she's here. I think she probably does the same. I don't know where she went, But she probably knows the war has started, by now, if she left through the CERK entrance... Let's leave her a note that says where we went." Kim pulled out a note pad and scribbled a message, then went in and set the paper on Ice's pillow, came back and shut the door. "Well, lets go see what is going on, and when the meeting will be." Joe said, and the trio left to go up and hang out in the CERK loby. ----GSS Ace From - Fri Aug 13 19:23:23 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FPEV-0005lK-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 17:51:27 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 5151; Fri, 13 Aug 99 17:33:05 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 6656; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 17:33:06 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 14:34:53 PDT Reply-To: Fleurette B Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Fleurette B Subject: WAR:Nothers: Yet a Nother one? X-cc: elladara3@hotmail.com To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: a00b7e5315e346edadde0f9a2d27e35f "Yet a Nother one?" written by: Elladar Mistborn, aka Heather Varley Disclaimers: Heather used by permission, cuz she's the author of this post! Mrs. Connors is fictional, we don't need her permission. Time: Late Afternoon, Friday, Aug. 13th, 1999 Heather cautiously drove up the road to the newly-renovated Chateau des Autres, hoping she was going to the right place. She hated being in the wrong places, it was always so embarrassing, but she'd followed the directions to the best of her abilities. After entering the gate and being waved on by a very friendly gatekeeper, she'd have to find out his name later, she parked the car in the lot and grabbed her bags and headed for the front entryway, only to be stopped at the front door by a woman who could only be described as motherly. "Young lady, why are you carrying your own bags? Has that nephew of mine run off again?" She asked, very purposefully taking the bags from Heather. "Uh, I didn't see anyone else out there. This *is* the Chateau des Autres, right?" "Oh, of course, Mrs. Varley. I've been expecting you." Nothing could have taken Heather by more surprise. "You've been expecting *me*?" "Of course. I run this place in Mr. Cross's abscence. It's my business to know when the Nothers are coming into town and who they are. Now, I'll help you up to your room and we'll get you settled." "Please, ma'am," Heather stammered,wondering who Mr. Cross was. "I didn't catch your name." "I'm Mrs. Elena Connors, the housekeeper. I read that book of yours. Very interesting stories." Heather stammered some sort of an answer, surprised to no end that the little anthology she had published had gotten this far. Sure, she'd come equipped with a couple dozen copies in case of intrest, but this was unexpected. She walked in something of a daze until they reached her room, which even had her name taped on the door. Would wonders never cease? Of course the first thing she did was pull the wooden cross her husband had made and hung it from the inside front door handle, a move that merited a strange look from Mrs. Connors. "I see you came expecting trouble." "Not expecting, just taking precautions. My husband wouldn't let me leave his sight without it, especially not to this place." The housekeeper nodded. "I better run, others are coming in and with the grand opening everything is going crazy around here. If you need anything call me or corner the maid. She should be around here somewhere." Heather nodded and slowly closed the door after the older woman had left. This was going to be an interesting couple of weeks. _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com From - Fri Aug 13 19:23:24 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FPRI-0003sB-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 18:04:41 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 6967; Fri, 13 Aug 99 18:02:34 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 8925; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 18:02:34 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 18:08:22 -0400 Reply-To: "Brenda F. Bell" Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: "Brenda F. Bell" Subject: WAR: INDEPENDENT/CGW: A Glow Worm in the Night... To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 6a275d6b7d88c82a75521a873c74a220 It had to happen some time. Last May, Pen and MacHeather made Lora and me an offer we had to refuse... to run the Fiendish Glow on a continuing basis. We both had lives, we told them -- lives which, despite the machinations of the Faer Hibernian Foundation, could not be picked up and relocated to Toronto at the drop of a hat. So Pen moved as much of her business as could be, north of the US border, MacHeather started spending more time at the Glow and the Shrine. Since the "Glow"'s contract requires at least two Glow Worms to open and to close, one or another of us would have to head up any time either Pen or Heather had to be out of town for some reason or another. Usually, that "someone" was either Lora or me. The "Glow" had turned out to be mildly successful, with the result that we could write our flights off as legitimate business operating expenses. All of the Glow Worms had expected to be on call during late August, when MacHeather would be taking a month-long retreat from her duties to finally wed her "daerlin Chris o' th' bonniest knaes e'er tae hae war'n a breacan faile(1)". I'd even managed to clear a few days' telecommuting to keep up with the ever-burgeoning pile of tasks at the day job and convince the other half that he really *didn't* need me to help him clear his apartment of everything *he* had to go through and triage in order to pass New Jersey State inspection(2). However, I hadn't expected the call message to come through this quickly -- or for it to be delivered with FLASH priority, in person, by a Faer Hibernian Foundation chauffeur waiting to drive me to LaGuardia's Marine Air Terminal and the Foundation's private Beechcraft. The sealed envelope the gloved chauffeur placed in my hands contained a single word. War. -------- (1)breacan faile: "great kilt". The older style of kilt, formed by centering and pleating twelve yards of body-width fabric over a belt, laying down upon it, and buckling the belt around the waist. The part of the fabric that lies above the waist can either hang down over the belt, or one corner can be brought over the shoulder much like the current *plaid*, or can be brought over one's upper body to serve as a coat or a rain-break. IMO, it looks best on Big, Beautiful Men... (2)The State of New Jersey requires the inspection of apartments in buildings with four or more residence units. My other half and I are both packrats, and there's a lot of stuff we've got to truck out of his place in order for it to pass inspection... Brenda F. Bell IRC nick: T`Mana bfbell@dorsai.org webwarren@earthlink.net From - Fri Aug 13 19:23:25 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FPgF-0005vD-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 18:20:07 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 7026; Fri, 13 Aug 99 18:17:54 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 9773; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 18:17:54 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 15:19:43 PDT Reply-To: ForeverKnight Warlock Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: ForeverKnight Warlock Subject: War: Admin: Administravia and late slips To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: b6d0e4aadc15374226ddb3e5ee55313f Hello, Several late slips have been sent in and accepted. The permissions page should be back up by the middle of the week at the latest and after that time, all slips should have been turned in. Slips that are discovered to have been missed will be accepted once the page is back up as participants will have to have submitted a slip to participate. If you have any questions please send a note OFF LIST to fkwarlocks@egroups.com or fkwar10leaders@egroups.com Visit the web page for current faction listings and contact information as needed. More To Come, FKWarlock FKWar10 WarMaster http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Lot/9686/index.html fkwarlocks@egroups.com _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com From - Fri Aug 13 19:23:25 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FPs9-0004yh-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 18:32:26 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 7084; Fri, 13 Aug 99 18:30:17 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 0575; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 18:30:18 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 15:38:25 -0700 Reply-To: Lorna Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Lorna Subject: WAR: Ravenettes: The Journey to Toronto 8/12/99 part 1 of ? To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 83a9f25d87a99a8d6f248fb3d8d7e4a6 I was sitting in my chair quietly finishing the handwork on my newest creation when I was startled by a knock on the door. Looking over to see who ws there I immediately recognized Kimberly even though I had never met her in person she looked so much like her description of herself and the pictures I had seen. "Kimberly, it's good to see you. Come on in. What are you doing here and how did you find the place?" "Girlfriend, this is not that big a town and you did describe the place rather well and it looks just like the picture you put up when you moved in. You do have some pretty nice roses. I came to pick you up to go to Toronto for the War." "I wasn't planning on participating. Don't know how much help I would be in a war." I replied indicating the silver walker sitting by my chair. "Heck, that's no big deal we will work something out." "But I wouldn't be home for my birthday since they moved the war to the last part of August." "What better place to spend your birthday than in Toronto at the Raven. Janette throws a hell of a party." "Well, if you're sure." At Kimberly's nod I continue. "We will have to take Rambling Rosie." "Who or what is Rambling Rosie?" "Come on I will show you." I slowly get up from my chair and using the walker I lead the way through the kitchen out onto the deck. "That is Rambling Rosie." I point to a dark green van parked in the back yard. Where some vehicles have flames or other things painted on the side of the vehicle this van has roses of every color imaginable. "I also have a camping trailer if you think we might have use for it." Kimberly looked over the late-model, mint condition "camping trailer" Lorna pointed out. Yes, this would do very well. "That is sure a way to travel in style. Heck why not." "Well. I have to pack and leave a note for my mom and then we can go." Packing goes relatively rapidly and we are shortly all loaded and ready to leave. I was about to write the note to my mother when she arrives home. "Lorna, who is our guest and what is going on?" "Mom this is Kimberly, Kimberly, this is my mom." After the two greet each other I continue. "I am going to Toronto for the FK faction War." "Have you packed all your medications and do you have enough of all of them?" "I called the doc and told him I was going on a trip and needed a refill of those I was low on so I would not run out while I was away and he called them in. I will stop at the drugstore to pick them up before we leave town." "Ok, here's the phone card, keep in touch and let me know you are OK." She hands me the calling card and gives me a hug. "Bye mom, I will call when I can." Kimberly helped Lorna with both their bags, and Rambling Rosie was quickly loaded. Kimberly was well-pleased that she had connected with Lorna in "real life" finally. They had been friends via the internet for some time now. Lorna's use of a walker only helped her get around town easier. Lorna had certainly not let her health problems get in the way of her fashion sense, Kimberly noticed happily. Her fingernails were painted a very Ravenette purple, much the same shade as Kimberly's, and impeccably manicured. The weather was cool enough here that Lorna was able to wear a low-scooped, short-sleeved black crushed velvet top and black broomstick skirt. Kimberly was in purple crushed velvet herself, a short-sleeved number accenting her waist and falling mid-length. Both Ravenettes were in heels when they left the house, but quickly changed to chic little sandals for the road trip ahead. Lorna's camping trailer would certainly come in handy, for although Kimberly hadn't mentioned it yet, they had a few more Ravenettes to stop and pick up! After they changed into more travel-friendly sandals, Lorna put the van in gear, and Kimberly slid comfortably into the shotgun seat and pulled an atlas out of her purple satchel. They were off on their journey to Toronto and Janette......... After the brief stop at the drug store to pick up the required supplies along with an explanation to the pharmacist who was a High School classmate the two are on their way out of town. Before leaving the parking place Kimmer decides it is time to tell Lorna the rest of the news. "We are also doing the opening night party at the Raven." "That sounds like a blast. I had planned to take a detour to avoid road construction so we can make a stop and pick up some stuff from a friend of mine on the way." Instead of heading for the main interstate highway out of town Lorna instead turns onto one of the winding state roads and heads to as friends house where she is greeted by a large overly friendly St. Bernard. After assuring Kimmer that the dog is not dangerous and doing the same with the dog the two go into the house where Lorna says a few words to her friend who directs her to several bags that are in the stairway by the front door. These bags are quickly loaded into the van and the two are once more on their way. Over an hour later as they approach the largest city in the area the two quit talking about possible pranks theyu could play in the war and start paying closer attention to the road. Kimmer navigates while Lorna negotiates her way amongst the crazy drivers nat paying much attention to anything but the surrounding traffic. She is stunned when Kimmer directs her to turn off at the airport exit. "Why are we going to the airport?" "I guess I neglected to mention that we were going to pick up a few fellow travellers on the way huh?" Laughing Lorna just smiles as she realizes surprises like this are one of the things she likes best about Kimmer. "Well then the airport it is." From - Fri Aug 13 19:23:26 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FQ4F-0000Uk-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 18:44:56 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 7129; Fri, 13 Aug 99 18:42:44 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 1217; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 18:42:43 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 17:34:29 CDT Reply-To: Julia L Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Julia L Subject: WAR: RAVENETTES: The Sweet Smell of War (1/1) To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 2b99e85f3b29338d5d96491ff4f93480 Title: The Sweet Smell of War Date: 8/13/99 Time: 5:30pm By: JuliaL War was on the air. It stank. No, wait. Something was on the air, but it definitely wasn't war. With a groan, Julia pulled a pillow over her head, only to find that it did nothing to stop the reek of motor oil and grass being cut and, at the same time, cut off most of her supply of oxygen. With a sudden burst of inspiration, she rolled over and stuffed the pillow into the window. No more of that ghastly sunlight. No more obnoxious smell. Most of the noise was blocked too. Sleep. Need sleep... Stupid people shouldn't be mowing lawn at... well, whatever time it was. Something stirred in her sleep-deprived mind. Was time was it? "Oh..." The clock was somewhere, she was certain of it. Unfortunately, over the summer, it had gotten buried under the assorted debris that tended to congregate in her bedroom. Some magazines went flying across the room to land in an open dresser drawer. A pair of underwear landed on the cat that was lounging contentedly on top of her CD player. The siamese opened one eye and glared at the offending undergarment, then went back to sleep. "Time, time, time..." She couldn't believe she had lost her own clock. She hadn't remembered moving it any signifigant distance since she'd gotten it, three years ago. Then she remembered something else-- the VCR had a clock too, and she, unlike many, had it programmed, working, and completely clear of any assorted articles of clothing or products formerly property of the printing industy. 3:13, PM. Thirty-two minutes to get to the train station. She had been given the message late last night, or, more precisely, early that morning. It came across the internet. The Ravenettes needed her. She should have been up and awake hours ago. Then again, on any normal day, she would have slept another two hours. At least everything was prepared, waiting. The clothes and CDs were packed, the laptop was in its carrying case, the tickets were, amazingly, still in plain sight. It took her only seven minutes to be dressed and ready to go. All black, of course. The rest of her family was bound to come snooping into her private little sanctuary sonner or later. Probably sooner. They'd probably start as soon as she left, even when they thought she was off to do a little innocent college visiting. Thinking back, she'd been surprised at how easily they'd accepted it. Of course, the papers she'd printed up had definitely helped. There was one last thing to do before she could leave, and Julia grinned as she stuck the simple, black and white banner across her door. None of them could read it, and hopefully they'd think it was some sort of boils and blinding torment curse. Lasciate ogni speranza voi ch'entrate. It was about time for some fun. ------------------------------ JuliaL (silver_faerie@hotmail.com) f o r e v e r . d e c e m b e r http://nocturne.simplenet.com/ ------------------------------ Lasciate ogni speranza voi ch'entrate. = Abandon hope, all ye who enter here. _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com From - Fri Aug 13 19:23:26 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FQN0-0007eB-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 19:04:18 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 5567; Fri, 13 Aug 99 19:02:05 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 2548; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 19:02:05 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 17:06:54 -0600 Reply-To: Kimberly Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Kimberly Subject: WAR: RAVENETTES: "Party Plans!" Date: 08/13/99 Time: 2:00 p.m. Part 1 of ? To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 7ce0a179b8940c2ea0290e40c543c77a Kimberly, Lorna and Claudia were working very hard in the kitchen at the Raven. Tonight was the opening night party at the Raven, and they wanted it to be just perfect. Many other factions would be attending, and they wanted to make sure that all their guests' needs were fulfilled. Janette was a fabulous enter- tainer, and it was vital that her faction did her proud. Although Janette had hired a small army of caterers, the Ravenettes were proud of their own culinary skills and gourmet tastes, and were overseeing everything to make sure it was up to Janette's exacting standards. The caterers were getting into the spirit of things, as well, getting caught up in the excitement of the opening night party. Excusing herself from her other Ravenettes, Kimberly walked out of the kitchen and into the main bar area with a very big, happy smile on her face. Janette was on her cell phone, and Alma was behind the bar with Miklos, inspecting bottles of wine very carefully as they put them away. Janette put her cell phone down, call completed, and raised an inquiring eyebrow at Kimberly. "Janette, I have just come from the kitchen," Kimberly was talking excitedly. "The food preparation is coming along exquisitely. Kat and Time will be picking up the floral arrangements at 5:00 p.m. The ice sculpture is set to arrive promptly at 7:00 p.m. Kathy and Caroline are taking care of all the music arrangements and will have the sound checks completed before the guests start arriving. Lydia, Julia and Chanda expect to have all the decorations completed before Kat and Time arrive with the floral arrangements. They will have places cleared off for them, so there is no confusion." Kimberly finally breathed, and continued. "Alexander, Teresa and Leeann are all working on electrical things, security, communications, computers and all the other electronics around here at the Raven. We just want to make sure everything is in good working order--" Kimberly's smile faded. Janette was not happy. Janette took Kimberly's arm and said crisply, "Come with me, my errant liaison. I wish to show you something." Feeling the blood turn to ice in her veins, Kimberly swallowed hard and allowed Janette to lead her like a limp ragdoll over to the broad- casting booth. Kimberly knew it would be dusty, it had been a while since the Ravenettes had used the booth. She was not prepared for what she saw, however. It wasn't dusty at all. The booth was slimed. It smelled rather nice though, what was that smell? Kimberly realized it was honey. Flashing on the last war, she knew what it was and where it had come from. "Janette, I, er, um, okay, I-I can fix it! Really, it will be okay! I just need to call Les over at the UF faction. They obviously left a few honey bears here after the last war--" "Obviously, yes." Janette said most dryly. "It will be perfect before the party, honest!" at the sight of Kimberly's dogged determination to please her, Janette relented a little. "All right, then, you call this Les person and make sure she takes care of it. Right away!" Janette, turning quickly on her heel, headed back to speak with Miklos about the inventory of the bar. Kimberly made a beeline for the cell phone. END PART 1 From - Fri Aug 13 19:38:51 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FQt1-0002l6-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 19:37:23 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 7396; Fri, 13 Aug 99 19:35:14 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 4802; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 19:35:14 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 19:26:37 EDT Reply-To: Ipecac69@AOL.COM Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Stan Williams Subject: War: GSS: R&R means Rest and Relaxation? To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: eb2c8c7db34ac8e5f2c556e1a435b150 Day: August 13, 1999 Time: Just before noon Place: A taxi in an alley not far from CERK. By: Stan Williams, Talon Talon grumbled to himself. More like Reeking and Rancid, as far as R&R went, he thought. A bath was definitely in order. The tapping on his cab's windshield brought the disheveled Talon back to the world of the living (and others, of course.) The person on the outside of the cab ceased his tapping. Maybe it was the sight of the cabbie, dressed to the nines in the latest homeless chic. Maybe it was the sight of the semiautomatic that Talon invariably slept with. Regardless, the stranger was gone by the time Talon achieved the almost upright position. "What a night,,,," (Insert flashback music here.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Micro DAT Journal, Agent Talon, Thursday, August 12th, er..11:56 PM. Having 'eagerly volunteered' to the whim of the General, I find myself behind the wheel of a white Ford Crown Victoria cab.... "I guess black was unavailable... "Anyhow. My mission: recon. Pick up fares of a certain nature. I will be receiving special calls from the taxi dispatch (thanks to a certain payoff for which I had better be reimbursed!). Well, here goes. I hope I get to drive some interesting people. I never can fathom the plots unfolding behind the eyes of the General. I guess that is why HE is......crap, I forgot the tape was still on! " ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "12:04. First call. They want me to take some gasoline out to a stranded motorist some 200+ miles outside of the city! Never mind the inconvenience, but wouldn't the motorist be suspicious of the long delay? Sorry, I'll have to pass on this one." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "2:30. Okay, I have had two calls to pick up young ladies who were in no way suspicious. They were lovely, each one. I delivered them to the Raven as ordered, though the ladies did not seem too happy about that. That's when I slip into an Arabic accent and pretend not to be able to speak French or English. I guess the ladies were HIS type. Only the red cross knows for sure." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "4:30. Hey. My last fare was a vampire. I have seen him around. Why did he want a ride in a cab? Curious." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "5:45. Now that was interesting. A woman in a black leather trenchcoat and wearing a pair of sunglasses (Raybans, I think). Sunglasses at night? Well this is Toronto. She was a great tipper, by the way. Anyhow, HE will likely want to hear about her...Her destination is not one with which I was familiar. "Ah well. I am HIS hands, not HIS brain (as if.)" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Insert flash-forward music here). The cell phone' siren song kicked Talon out of his silent reverie. He grunted acceptance to the voice at the other end of the signal. Reaching over to the apparently factory installed am/fm, Talon clicked a button, and... "Micro DAT Journal, uh, Friday, August 13th, uh, let's just say noon. I have a call to the airport. Talon out." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "12:45. She wanted to be taken to the Jeweled Peach. Wait a minute!! That and the woman in the black trenchcoat...this can mean only one thing!" Talon scrambled for his GSS issue pager. Finding it lying in the floorboard of the back seat, volume set to off, vibrate set to off, Talon cursed himself. Of course there were several messages pending....Most of them from ***** (identity protected). Talon swallowed thickly, and fired up his Ford. From - Fri Aug 13 19:48:51 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FQyZ-00032N-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 19:43:07 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 5757; Fri, 13 Aug 99 19:40:59 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 5106; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 19:41:00 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 16:42:45 PDT Reply-To: "Jade M." Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: "Jade M." Subject: WAR: GSS: Arrival of the Late & Great Silver To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 1e691f34e353656f39f29b68c0413e3b Time: 7pm-ish EST Location: Pearson International Airport, Toronto Written By: Jade, Agent Silver <> Jade thought to herself as she forced a smile and began undoing the numerous seatbelts. <> "Thanks so much Tim! I'm glad I can count on you for a last-minute flight!" "No prob, toots," Tim replied, taxiing down the runway to the private pilot's terminal. "Always glad to help. So, mind telling me why I just flew from Vancouver to Toronto?" "Nope," Jade smiled. Even she wasn't sure exactly why she was here. Agent Ace, a.k.a. Kim, had demanded, albeit sorrta-politely, through e-mail, that she come to Toronto for a meeting of the GSS. Happy to oblige her superior, Jade had booked the next two weeks off work and gone to the tiny airport by the Comox Base, home to the 19th Wing Squadron. Stowing herself in the baggage compartment of one of the huge commercial planes had been easy. Trying to explain *why* exactly she was there was not. After several rounds of interrogation - and a check of e-mail to see another note from Kim asking where the *hell* she was - Jade's friend Tim had spotted her, gotten her out of trouble and offered her a ride - free of charge - to Toronto. "So, when you going back?" Tim asked as he cut the engines and took off his headset. "About two weeks. Give or take a day," Jade told him, opening her door and getting out to stretch her much-cramped legs. She accepted the duffle bag Tim handed her and the two companions headed towards the terminal. * * * Jade settled into the taxi as it pulled away from the curb in front of Pearson Internation Airport. Thinking for a minute, she grinned as she remembered the box of Fig Newtons she had shoved into her duffel on the way out of the house. <> she thought to herself, munching quietly. <> Suddenly roused out of her revery, she did a double take out the window. It couldn't be! Could it? <> Just then, the cabby pulled up in front of the CERK station. Jade looked up in awe. <> was the only thought that came to mind as she opened the door and stepped out. After paying the driver, who sped away more quickly than she had expected, part of her mind noted, she mounted the steps and opened the door. The first thing she noticed was a reception desk with a cheerful looking Cousin sitting behind it. Remembering Kim's directions, she went up, smiled at the girl and signed her name, Jadelyn Ashekevron, with a flourish. "That's an odd name," the girl, Isabella, said, turning the book around to look at it. "Is it French?" "Nope. Pure Canadian, I'm afraid. Now, if you would point me to the elevator, please?" Jade replied, smiling sweetly and trying not to get irratated. <> she reminded herself. "That way," Isabella pointed towards a door flanked by two potted plants. Jade smiled her thanks and walked through the elevator door. <> The doors closed and the elevator moved downwards. Jade hummed quietly to herself for a few seconds before she finally came to a stop and the doors slide open. She stepped out, only to be greated by near-total darkness and a musty scent, much like a dungeon. <> And with that thought, she looked around, waiting for her eyes to adjust, humming "Uninvited" by Alanis Moresette. <> she relized suddenly. Several tunnels lead off from where she stood, each one lit by the soft glow of electrical light fixtures shaped like torches. <> She chose a corridor at random, and, after about a half hour of twisting and turning, found herself quite lost and a little afraid. Every once in awhile, the sounds of scrabbling feet could be heard and once, she swore she heard heavy breathing. Her heart pounding, she stopped under the light of one of the ornate lamps. <> Resigning herself to her fate, she looked around once more before turning to her last option. "Help!" she called down the echoing corridor. "Ace? Muse? Striker? Anyone? I'm lost!" ---------- GSS Agent Silver (Jade) ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com From - Fri Aug 13 20:08:51 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FRLy-0000Vt-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 20:07:18 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 3583; Fri, 13 Aug 99 20:04:27 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 7171; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 20:04:27 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 17:06:15 PDT Reply-To: Beverly Turner Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Beverly Turner Subject: WAR: FOD: Lost in TO To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 67d5df0ce84826e59f8be2d067a1f840 FoD War Lost in TO by Beverly Turner Spiff, Ron, Lori Rav, Cindy and Kathy use by permission. Time, Friday 13th(late afternoonish) Spiff was dusting like a woman possessed. She felt she had to make up the time she d lost picking Bev up from the airport. Bev pitched in, of course, if only half-heartedly. Where she came from dusting was a waste of time, and energy. It would only show up again the moment that you put the rag down. Anyway the cobwebs lent the place a creepy lived in feeling. Sure the tables needed to be cleaned, and that grill was ready for some heavy duty sanding to remove the rust. It was just all too much for two people to do. The phone rang. I ll get it, Bev yelled. She ran to the phone, and picked up the receiver before Spiff could say a word. Happy Souvlaki Deli, she sang cheerfully. Bev? It s Kathy. We re here down by the ferries. Can you have Spiff pick us up? Sure, we could use the help. She s got me on cobweb duty. You know those spiders worked hard on Just ask her, okay? We ll be there in a few, Kathy. Don t worry, Bev said, then rang off. Was that Kathy? Spiff asked. Sure, they want you to pick them up by the ferries. I just started on the oven, and I m a mess. You want me to go? Bev asked cautiously. Why not? I m sure you drive better than you dust, Spiff said as she handed Bev the keys. I might get lost, Bev said. Spiff sighed, and began to draw out a map on a napkin. She marked out a clear course that anyone could follow. ***** Bev slid into the set of the van, pushed the keys into the ignition, and brought out the tape. Normally she d listen to some Rock and Roll, but since she d been given the honors of helping with Deli opening she d brought only her Everybody Polka set. She started the van, and glanced at the map that Spiff had quickly drawn out on the back of the napkin. It looked more like the trail of a worm than a street map. The names of the streets had run together since all Spiff had found to write with was a blue marker. Oh well, anything to get out of taking down the cob webs, Bev sighed as she started the car, and drove away listening to the happy beat of the polka music. She drove through the city pausing only for a red light or two. Occasionally streets would call to her, beckoning her to follow them. That is exactly how she got lost. Take Adelaide to Jarvis it s faster, she d heard Tracy say. No wait, she wasn t a Perk. Was that a Souvlaki stand we just passed? she d heard in Schanke s voice. That was better! She didn t mind hearing Schanke s voice, but she did mind the fact that she d turned down the street to find that Souvlaki stand that wasn t there. Those voices just wouldn t leave her alone...two more turns to find the right street again, or was it the right street. There's a hotdog stand over there. You know you're hungry, Schanke's voice added. Would you like your own little steering wheel? She asked him. There was no response. I ll just mask the voices out, she said, then turned the music up louder. She let out a small FoDish giggle as she drove the van toward the lake. Kathy hadn t been too specific on where they had actually surfaced. A week in the cold water had muddled her brain a bit. Bev was glad she d decided to fly into the Airport directly instead of diving again, even if she did have a fear of planes. She had nothing against the diving itself, just all that heavy swimming. When it came to exercise she was more of a land animal. Then there was the fact that the lake was cold, no matter what time of year it was Bev stopped at a red light, and glanced at the stranger standing on the sidewalk. She was waving frantically, and mouthing the word fod . Bev nodded, and unlocked the passenger s side door. Ron, I assume, she said when Ron opened the door. I was about to hail a taxi when I heard the music, and just knew this had to be the FoD van. Where is everyone else? I m on my way to get them, but I can t follow Spiff s directions, Bev replied just when the light turned green. Ron closed the door, and pointed to the left. Turn there, and head straight for the water. How hard can that be? Bev smiled to herself. Ron didn t hear the voices that sent her down the back streets of Toronto. Maybe now she could get to the FoDs before the fish turned rancid. They made it to the dock in only ten minutes with Ron s help, and the fact that she was driving like Schanke with the brake lines cut. Bev parked as close to the weary crew as she could without actually running them over. What took so long? Rav asked, her words punctuated with a sigh. I took the scenic route, Bev replied with a shrug. She got lost, Ron interpreted. How? You just aim for the water, Cindy added with a slight shiver. Her fur lined dry suit must not have done her much good. It s Spiff s fault! You should have seen the map she drew for me, Bev said as she tucked said map into her jeans pocket. No need anyone seeing it and decifering it for her. If it weren t for Ron Speaking of Spiff, shouldn t we get moving? She ll need a lot of help to get the deli ready for the crowds, Ron said. Everyone nodded, and began loading their gear in the back of the van. Bev, Lori, and Ron hefted the bags of fish into the tubs of ice water that Bev and Spiff had spent an hour filling. Um, Kath, Bev began as she shifted from one foot to the other. Yeah? Kathy replied. Wanna drive? Sure, why not? Kathy said with a shrug. She knew full well that Bev just didn t want to admit to being lost. Bev climbed into the back of the van next to the fish, and grinned mischievously. Kathy glanced in the mirror, and saw Bev s grin. Don t touch the fish! she warned her fellow FoD. Who me? Bev said innocently. Kathy turned the key to start the van. When the engine roared to life, so did the polka music. Everyone turned to look at Bev who was reaching for a fish that had fallen from the bag. She shrugged. I saw the two CD set on TV, and just had to have it! I figured it was the best thing to make any FoD bounce like a Like Rav. Kathy glanced in the mirror in time to see Rav bouncing in time to the 'Pennsylvania polka'. Beverly Turner cousinmoon@hotmail.com _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com From - Fri Aug 13 20:13:52 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FRPF-0003ym-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 20:10:41 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 7575; Fri, 13 Aug 99 20:06:18 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 7344; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 20:06:15 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 20:06:28 EDT Reply-To: Third Cousin Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Third Cousin Subject: WAR: NA: Renovation Reflections To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: b93d4ec13bc9a40e746c5935d06e6abd NA: Renovation Reflections By Patt Elmore Time: Early evening, Saturday, August 13, 1999 After: A Taxing Situation 1&2 Where: NA Shrine ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Patt was standing by the altar, vacantly staring at the parchment. Weird how familiar it looked, just like in her dreams. The Third Cousin reached out and absently began unrolling the document further, her examination becoming more intense as she noted more and more detail. Patt nodded as she surveyed the proposed plan for the second floor enlargement of certain bedrooms and the elimination of others, making room for the installation of a Sacred Upper Meditation and Study Room. Patt looked more closely at the five bedchambers left on the second floor--four were marked *NunkMommy,* *Scribe,* *NA Poet Laureate* and *Nunkies Scoutmistress.* The fifth chamber, marked *High Priestess* had an anteroom with the inscription *private billiards room.* The mature addict continued to unroll the scroll, instinctively knowing that a third floor addition was called for. Yep, just like in her dreams, there were plans for a third floor of modestly-sized but elegant sleeping chambers for the additional addicts in residence. There was even a small wing marked *Gentlemen.* The upper floors were accessible by stairs at each end of the hallway and an elevator located in the middle of the building. Patt's grin began to widen. As the parchment continued to unroll, Patt examined the proposed rooftop courtyard and wall-based, covered walkway which encircled the building top. At strategic spots along the walkway, turrets were to be built. Patt thought triumphantly. Then, she saw it. Patt's eyes misted and she sniffed slightly with emotion. LaCroix had read her dreams and remembered, reminding her once again about why she remained an addict. There, on the north side of the rooftop was the design for a tower. Patt eagerly scanned back to the start of the document, noting the renovations for the first floor. Yep . . . there was the huge stone medieval fireplace to be built along the north wall of the main altar room, perpendicular to the entry to the Jeweled Peach. Patt couldn't suppress a grin as she saw the squiggly line etched across the floor of the Shrine, running across the length of the bottom floor. Patt thought with merriment And now, the dream was the basis for reality. Nunkies had given his blessing and access to his coffers for completion of Patt's summer fantasy. With a robust feeling of triumph, Patt began re-rolling the building sketches. It was only about then that certain facts of her conversation with LaCroix began to permeate Patt's brain. Vampiric or non-vampiric, the thought of Community construction workers made Patt shudder. As if the unspoken thought triggered an effect, Patt felt a slight movement behind her. "You Elmore?" Patt turned slowly and faced the new arrival. He was tall and lean--very much the image of a feral being. His thick, shoulder-length hair was the deep red color of an Irish Setter and his eyes were coal black. Despite her best efforts at covering up, Patt felt her knees go gelatinous and her heart rate begin to speed up. The being waited patiently, allowing the addict time to recover. When Patt didn't respond within fifteen seconds, he asked again. "Elmore?" The Third Cousin managed to nod this time. "I'm Kriel . . . was told you'd be expecting me. I've been contracted to do this job--*Shrine* renovation,*" he looked down and read from a work order, then returned his gaze to Patt. "I've got my crew and supplies ready to go, so we can begin immediately. You do understand that we'll be working after dark." "Why so?" Patt found her voice. "LaCroix said you weren't vampires anymore." "And, he also told you that was a *temporary* condition, right? This thing came on all of us rather sudden, no warning at all. Imagine how nasty it would be if we were all standing out in the sunshine and reverted back." Patt swallowed hard and nodded. Kriel nodded back and reached out his hand toward the addict. Instinctively, Patt jumped back, her eyes searching for stray beverage bottles. When she finally looked back at the ex-vampire, Kriel offered her a weary expression and said, "Can I have the plans, please?" The addict's face began to redden as she extended the scroll toward Kriel. Then, Nunkies' words came back to her. Patt was in charge. Patt had been chosen because she knew how to deal with vampires (or ex-vampires or may-come-back-to- unlife-at-any-moment vampires) without being intimidated. Patt's little chicken act would give Kriel the impression that he could walk all over her and do what he pleased, which in turn would displease LaCroix. This gave Patt a very bad feeling. As Kriel's fingertips touched the parchment, Patt quickly snatched it back and held it to her chest. "Wait just a minute, Mr. Kriel. How do I know Nun . . . LaCroix sent you?" "Why, by the powers of hell, would I be here otherwise?" Kriel countered. "This ain't exactly the Raven, ya know." Patt sniffed in disdain. "Do you have any credentials? Any references?" Kriel raised an eyebrow and stared at the woman. "Are you kidding?" Patt shook her head. "This is my home," she replied, "and, as such, I have every right to know that I'm entrusting the repairs and renovations to a reliable, bonded and competent contractor. Are you registered with the Better Business Bureau or the Canadian equivalent?" Kriel offered the addict an annoyed glance then reached into his pocket and whipped out a business card. Embossed on the black card were the initials *V.I.P.* in gold-glittered ruby lettering. Patt looked at the card, then back at Kriel. "Am I supposed to be impressed? V.I.P.?" "*Vampires in Perpetuity,*" Kriel said, returning the card to his pocket. He gave the addict a knowing stare. "When we build them, they stand *Forever.*" "Catchy," Patt nodded thoughtfully. "But, as you are ex- vampires, that doesn hold much weight with me. Could even be considered false advertising. And, it still doesn't prove to me that you're reliable." Kriel's expression was going from annoyance to disgust. "Ever heard of the Sistine Chapel? The Cathedral of Notre Dame in Paris?" The ex-vampire held up pale, calloused hands. "I supervised work details on both of those projects." "Well, I'm impressed," Patt replied sardonically. "I'd have been much more reassured, though, if you'd said that you helped build the pyramids. Now there was a piece of craftsmanship." "Designed for the dead," Kriel pointed out. "You'd better be glad that I have experience with more modern concepts--like bathrooms." "I see your point," Patt said, rubbing her forehead. She was growing weary of this banter and, if Nunkies had been satisfied enough with Kriel's work record to hire him, who was she to continue arguing? "Okay, you win, Krio-man. When can you get started?" "Yea, time can be a factor for you guys, can't it?" the ex-vampire said, giving Patt a wicked half-grin. "Fact is, I have my primary crew waiting outside, ready to start work tonight." "Tonight?!!!" Patt yelped. "Sure thing, no problem." Kriel looked at the work order again. "Looks like the boss wants some minor repairs done first, before the major construction begins. Hmmmmm . . . pond scraping . . ." Kriel looked up, his narrow eyes on Patt. "What the heck is a Screed?" ******************************* End patt79ad@juno.com ___________________________________________________________________ Get the Internet just the way you want it. Free software, free e-mail, and free Internet access for a month! Try Juno Web: http://dl.www.juno.com/dynoget/tagj. From - Fri Aug 13 20:18:51 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FRVp-0004Eq-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 20:17:29 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 5948; Fri, 13 Aug 99 20:12:41 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 8055; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 20:12:25 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 19:06:50 -0500 Reply-To: Jill Kirby Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Jill Kirby Subject: WAR: NatPack: War? Whaddaya Mean, War? To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: aef837f3d3eb54c4179cde997e8b08fe War? Whaddaya Mean, war? or, This Gets Almost Everyone To Toronto By most of the NatPack Pennsylvania Very very early in the morning of Friday the 13th (or very very late at night on the 12th, take your pick) Phones ringing in the middle of the night were rarely good news. Publisher's Clearing House, for example, generally didn't call you at 3 a.m. to award you that ten million dollar prize. So when the phone did ring, Debra Ann didn't exactly rush to answer it. She just kind of yanked the phone under the blanket with her. "Hrmm?" There was silence on Debra Ann's end of the line as she listened (mostly) to the person on the other end. "Who? Oh, " More silence, broken only by Debra Ann attempting to find her way out from under the covers. "You're kidding, right? You're not kidding?" One foot poked out from under the sheets, vainly trying to find the floor. "Yeah. Yeah. I'll call everyone." One hand hit speed dial #6 (the NatPack may be prone to getting lost in large cities and have a distressing tendency to bounce, but at least they're technologically organized). "Jill? Guess what..." >From the Chicago area, a loud anguished scream of "Oh, BUGGER me!" was heard. Whether the scream was from Jill, Tina or Jennie (or all three, at one time or another) will just have to be left to the imagination. *** The call beckoning her to Toronto couldn't have come at a better time for Debra Ann. No matter what was going on up there, it had to be better than what was going on where she was. Even if she received news that all the vamps in Toronto had turned into green jello, it would have been better news than having to stay one more minute in her present, stressful location. Debra Ann contemplated the request for her to go north for an entire three seconds before walking out the door of her office, slamming it loudly behind her, and heading home to pack. "Thank you, God, for inventing airplanes," Debra Ann said to herself as she boarded the flight that would take her from Northeastern Pennsylvania to Pittsburgh, and then to Toronto. Within four hours, she was at Lester B. Pierson Airport being grilled by the woman in customs. It was a perfect culmination to a perfect day. After an half-hour of explaining what a War was, why she was here for one, and how it did not involve any kind of illegal explosives (well, not normally), she finally persuaded the customs official to please - please - please let her into the country, and she exhaustedly headed up to the taxi line, where she heard her name being called. "Debra Ann?" Debra Ann turned and saw Kim waving frantically. "Kim! I can't believe you flew in from Ottawa!" The two NatPackers hugged each other furiously, somehow managing to bounce at the same time. Kim shrugged, "I'm working as a travel agent. I arranged my travel." Then came the inevitable negotiating with the cabby. "We need to go to Natalie Lambert's apartment. I don't know the address. It's in the Apartment Building of the Damned. Do you know where that is? Oh, good!" -- and finally, Debra Ann and Kim made it to NatPack HQ. *** Jennie pulled up in the rental van, and Tina and Jill (neither one exactly awake) threw their bags in the general direction of the back and climbed in. "It's eeeeeeearrrrrrlyyyyy," whined Jill. Tina ignored her and claimed the back bench seat for her own. Jennie was getting ready to pull out when a small car swerved in front of them and cut them off. Jennie screeched to a stop with several non-PG-13 words. A dark-haired woman climbed out of the car, smiling. "Are you the NatPack?" "Allegedly," muttered Tina, rearranging herself on the seat she'd been unceremoniously dumped off of by the sudden stop. "I'm Janet Dornhoff," said the woman, grinning more hugely. "Nat called and said I might be able to catch a ride with you if I drove really, really fast from Champaign." "It's the Forever Vet!" screeched Jennie and Jill in unison, puppy-piling Janet. After all, there aren't many people left in the Wars any more who've been around as long as these three (and no cracks about old-timers, here). Tina, who already knew Janet, threw the blanket over her head and hoped for sleep. As Janet put her bags in the back of the getting-very-full-very-quickly van, a blonde man with glasses got out of a taxi. "At this hour of the morning, this must be the NatPack... I'm James. Can I catch a ride too?" "We'd love it!" chorused the women, introducing themselves to the newer NatPacker, who just happened to be in town for job interviews (OK, it's a plot device, but it's a REALITY BASED plot device). "Caffeine?" James asked plaintively as he climbed into the van, making sure to hook up his seat belt (wise man). "Leaded or unleaded?" chirped Jennie, displaying a full cooler of soda. James immediately felt at home. *** 11 AM Anderson Residence Calgary, Alberta, Canada *Riiiiinnnnngggg!* *Riiiiinnnnngggg!* "Hello, Anderson residence, how may I direct your call?" *pause* "Meg, it's for you." "Do you *have* to answer the phone like that?" "Yes." *sigh* "Hello?" Somehow, within five hours, Meg had managed to (a) arrange a flight (which included some impressive begging on her part to her father) (b) convince her mother to let her go, even though her mother still didn't believe Nat existed ("Yeah Meg, and Forever Knight's a documentary, not science *fiction*.") and wasn't pleased with the fact that her teenage daughter was running off to Toronto alone, to hang out with a bunch of people she'd never met. The flight was easier to obtain than the permission. All she had to do now was pack.... *** The rental van made it to Ann Arbor in (terrifyingly) record time. Betsy and Maureen barreled out to greet the people they knew, and there was much enthusiasm at getting to meet the people they didn't. "Wow," said Betsy with just a touch of awe in her voice. "We have a playing in this War. With the NatPack. Wow." James looked pained. "Isn't it cool?" grinned Tina. "We should get a display case for him or something," Jennie put in mischievously. Maureen noticed how uncomfortable James looked, and changed the topic. "Anyone else coming?" Jill ticked off the missing people on her fingers. "Valerie is flying in separately, so is Judy, and Sharon made some comment on how she'd get to Toronto on her own and contact us when it was safe." Janet looked puzzled. "Safe?" Jennie shrugged. "She's defending her dissertation next week. We're not expecting much she says to make sense until that's done." *** Melissa cheerfully waved good-bye to the departing black Camaro as it sped away from Memphis International Airport. Luckily her friend Lisa was available to take her to the airport so she wouldn't have to park the Eclipse for the duration of the extended stay in Toronto. It probably wouldn't be there when she got back. Checking to make sure she had everything, she went inside and headed for the terminal that Robyn's flight would be coming into. It was, as to be expected, going to be late, giving them all of 20 minutes to get to the plane bound for Toronto. The flight was also late, because somehow the gods of airline travel *knew* Robyn had to get to Toronto, and had decided that since her last trip was a snap, this time she'd have to suffer. Never mind that they had been messing with her all week, from her vacation mishaps to her book buying trips. Somehow, someway, she had pissed off the wrong deities, and now she would pay the price. Plus, she was NatPack, and they are notorious for being walking representatives of Murphy's Laws. When the passengers started to unload, Melissa started frantically waving her small Canadian flag, which was rescued from its demeaning position on a Barney video display, when she saw a short redhead enter the terminal. After the quick introductions were made, the twosome quickly migrated across the terminals to make the next flight They counted no fewer then 150 Elvis wannabes, and/or those who thought they actually were Elvis along the short distance. Robyn looked slightly taken aback by this, so her fellow NatPacker explained. "The end of Dead Elvis Week," Melissa told Robyn with a shrug. "They're all going back to their regular lives as accountants or bus drivers." "Ah," Robyn responded. "How ... disturbing. And here I thought they had found a way to clone him from beyond the grave. Either way, they're giving me the wiggins." Once on the plane, they attempted to have a conversation on outstanding "X-files" episodes over the noise of the close to 2 dozen impersonators serenading the crew and passengers with Elvis' greatest hits. Luckily the impersonators, along with everyone else, survived the flight and stepped safely on to Toronto soil. The first stop for Melissa and Robyn was the car rental agency. Neither of them liked the thought of having to rely on public transportation. And, being NatPackers, they would no doubt need wheels in the near future. They investigated the parking lot until the perfect car for the trip was found. And, this being wartime, they found it. The perfect car was obvious by the light shining down from the heavens upon it and the "Hallelujah Chorus" filling the air. There it was. A lime green Volkswagen Beetlebug. Old style. "Oh yeah." Melissa said. "Perfect," Robyn echoed. "We'll take it," they told (in unison, no less!) the annoying rental car guy. As they were about to climb into the car, they saw a slender woman walking up to the agent at the lot, asking him a question. She looked very... lively. "That woman," declared Melissa, "is far too bouncy to be real." "She's gotta be NatPack," replied Robyn. "You go ask her. I'll get this gorgeous automobile loaded up." Melissa approached the woman and discovered that yes, it was Linda Rose, who looked slightly manic (not that manic was unusual for any member of the Pack, mind you). "Are you all right?" asked Melissa, almost afraid to hear the answer. "Oh, yes!" replied Linda Rose brightly. "I've survived work, two kids, seven birthday parties in two weeks, car repairs, and a upcoming family reunion in Ohio. I'm really looking forward to active participation in this War!" Melissa took a deep breath, grabbed Linda Rose by the hand, and led her to the car. Why do I have the feeling that Linda Rose is going to pass out in a corner of Nat's apartment? thought Melissa... *** Lady Angst sighed and shifted in her seat and adjusted her oval shaped glasses. The under 5 feet, black haired, northern Californian teenager was on her way to New York to visit relatives. In other words, she was on her way to 2 weeks of living with near total strangers she'd never seen. The plane's speaker system crackled, and a man's voice announced, "Attention, passengers. Due to a minor problem, our flight to New York has been canceled. We will be landing in Toronto, Canada in half an hour. This is just a minor stop over do to difficulties in the er,er, ah... (stage whisper) Help me out here!" She could here another person frantically whispering. "We will get to New York with very little hassle. Er, in the meanwhile, here are the stewardesses handing out packets of pretzels! Heh, heh." Lady Angst grinned maniacally. Yes, Toronto, home of Nat Lambert, Nick Knight, the Raven... This trip was really shaping up! *** Well, it was early Friday morning when Lynn left Fredericton, thankful for the good weather for the time being as everything was packed tightly into the convertible. It was nice having parents with 'toys', this particular one being a 1974 British Triumph TR-6 in a British Racing Green colour. At least it wasn't the colour of Nick's Caddy. It was a 14 hr drive, with a portable stereo in the passenger seat, crankin' out Sarah McLachlan's "Mirrorball" CD at almost mind boggling decibels. Since Lynn was now the sole Fredericton NatPacker left, there was only her to drive. The fun part was driving through Montreal - something Dawn and she had done previously - only this time she didn't get off at the wrong exit. *** Friday the 13th Late afternoon The van, the Beetle, the Triumph, and an assortment of taxi cabs arrived at the Apartment Building of the Damned at the same time (wow! Amazing!). And everyone found street parking. Street parking in which truly indicates that something really, really weird is going on... (to be continued) Jill Kirby ** kirby@enteract.com New homepage location: http://jillkirby.webjump.com 'Oh the horror! Oh, the humanity! Oh, the ANGST!' "What's an angst?" 'Oh, it's like a cross but with a little loopy bit on top...' --JB From - Fri Aug 13 20:58:20 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FRim-0004jz-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 20:30:52 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 7645; Fri, 13 Aug 99 20:20:06 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 8771; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 20:20:06 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 20:21:37 EDT Reply-To: KnightGal@AOL.COM Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Cousin Jules Subject: WAR: NA: She's A Doll (01/04) To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 5a38ca32d630058c1a07f057131ad2a1 NA: She's A Doll (1/4) by Bonnie Rutledge Starring: HP Jules, Shele, and KC Time: Friday, August 13th, nighttime Location: Madame Kiki's House of Naughtiness No Buff Slave Boys were harmed in the making of this fanfic. Most of the Addicts were hiding out at Madame Kiki's House of Naughtiness. Who could blame them? The Shrine was overflowing with those dreadful chartered accountants moving into their newly-established Revenue Canada office. High Priestess Jules was crankier than the engine of a Ford Model T, dishing out weeks of grout duty for so much as a wayward sneeze. Anyone with good sense , i.e. everyone but Third Cousin Patt, could recognize that the best course was to find an alternate locale to lay low, preferably with Buff Slave Boys at your beck and whim, until circumstances lightened up or your credit ran out. Shele was one of those wily souls taking advantage of Nunkies Anonymous' friendship with Madame Kiki. She was plopped on one of the House's padded tables, submitting to a - what? Her fifth of the day? - shiatsu massage from her favorite fictional-being-in-black-leather: Ted. It had taken an hour, but she had just about worked up the energy necessary to roll over and order Ted to feed her some chocolate. As hungry as she was for some messy fingers and Godiva, Shele would have merrily skipped the snack, forgoing looking up for another month or so, had she known who would be fuming with disapproval in the doorway. Cousin Jules: hair neatly coifed, suit crisply tailored, neatly manicured nails tapping in a forbidding tattoo against her forearms, glared accusingly at the supine Addict. "A-ha! I found you!" Jules declared in triumph. A flare lit her eyes. Somewhere in the distance, one could hear the crack of a whip and a choir of cats hissing. Shele hugged Ted's muscular forearm possessively to her chest for inspiration, then said brashly. "No, you didn't. You're having a hallucination. I'm not here, I'm not wallowing in decadence, and I'm absolutely, positively, not a threat to Ted's virtue." The problem with this diversionary tactic was that Jules knew any hallucinations she had would preferably involve her having fun with Nunkies, not someone else enjoying the services of a highly-skilled Buff Slave Boy. "Clever," Jules said crisply. Shele preened. Shele *was* very clever. "But not clever enough," Jules continued. "The game is up! On your feet!" Shele hopped off the massage table. Being an all around helpful guy, Ted assisted by holding her modesty towel in place. Of course, the magic wasn't in the fact he held it in place, it was *where* he held it in place. Gotta love a guy who's good with his hands. "Trouble? Should I call Madame Kiki?" Shele stiffened. "No - that wouldn't be a goo-" "KIKI!" Ted bellowed. "UN-Happy! Room Four!" Madame Kiki slinked into the room. She had slinking down to a profession. Her carefully made up eyes widened with delight at the sight of the High Priestess. They hugged, then kissed the air by each other's cheeks (facial). "Jules! It's been too long! How's my old cell mate?" Madame Kiki was referring to their common unfortunate incarceration two years earlier in Metro Police lockup, Madame Kiki on a job-related matter, Jules, for a high speed chase which ended with one of Bonnie's non-sensible shoes endangering the paint job of one 1962 Caddy. Jail time makes for strange friendships, as many a Nunkies Addict can attest. "What seems to be the trouble?" Kiki inquired curiously. Jules crossed her arms again and sent Shele a severely chastising look. "It seems that some of the Addicts have been taking advantage of your services on account." Kiki's mouth pursed in a moue of confusion. "I don't understand. You know NA's credit is always welcome here." "Ah, but that's what I mean by 'taking advantage.' I don't supposed Shele mentioned that our finances have been frozen and we're being audited by Revenue Canada? About the only thing we can pay you in right now is lint." "Those cursed Mercs!" Shele muttered under her breath, then began to tickle Ted's belly button in the hopes of finding currency for more shiatsu. "Oh. Well, that *is* unfortunate," Kiki agreed. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I'll cut them all off until further notice." "Grumblegrumblegrumble," Shele grumbled. Jules gestured for her to follow. "Let go of your Buff Slave Boy and come along, Shele. I've had a stressful message from Patt. It sounds as though there may be a War brewing, and Nunkies needs our support." "War?" Ted echoed with interest. "I like war." He moved to follow Shele, but Kiki splayed a staying hand across his broad chest. "If you want to play, do it on your own time," Kiki tsked. Jules practically dragged Shele to the changing rooms. "We have so many things to do. Problems have already erupted! Hurry! Hurry!" "Grumblegrumblegrumble," Shele grumbled. *********************************************************************** Addicts were un-coseyed, dumped and dressed with unprecedented speed. Jules surveyed the amassed bodies, frowning as she discovered one glaring exception. "Where's KC?" "She's probably in her cheesey-spaceship set," Shele volunteered. Several other Addicts sent her accusing looks for ratting out the Kissing Cousin. "Hey! If we don't get *our* fantasies, why should she get hers?" There were murmurs of agreement. Shele raised a fist in the air. Vive la revolution! "YEAH!!!!!" Jules looked surprised and quite pleased as her troops marched away in formation. "Oh my. They *are* getting good at this thing called War." ************************************************************************ Shele may have referred to it as a cheesey-spaceship set, but for the past week, it had become a temple! Sure, there was plenty of evidence of cheesey-spaceship things, like the doors opened with a *swoosh-it!* sound. There were zappy whatchamacallits, lots of blinking lights, and a kiddie pool filled with primordial goo. To make the image even more complete, there was a pair of aliens, Scrotor and Nesbit, gaping with awe at KC's munificence. Well, it was either her munificence or her taste in red jumpsuits. The aliens had made a grave tactical error during the last war, abducting KC to take her to their home planet and perform experiments on her person. In no time at all, KC had them convinced she was the mighty Rhubarbarella, Goddess of Pez and Rollerskates. Now they were her obsequious toadies, bent at the waist, profoundly kowtowing. Extending the worshipful atmosphere, transforming the not-so humble cheesey spaceship set into a tabernacle worthy of a gal who would be world dictator, there was a flock of Buff Slave Boys collected before KC, intoning, "We're not worthy! We're not worthy!" Though extremely pleasant to the ego, KC was beginning to get a headache from these noisy prayers in her honor. She was busy helping her favorite Buff Slave Boy, Kevin, practice his sleepy-eyed looks. You could tell he was her favorite because 1) he was allowed to stand in her presence, and 2) he was wearing a nifty matching red jumpsuit emblazoned with 'Property of Snixco' on the back. "I AM KC!" she yelled above the muscled throng, a fist raised in the air. "WORSHIP ME!..." Now she had their attention, she moved her fist toward her mouth, extending her index finger, then whispered, "...*quietly.*" All the Buff Slave Boys dropped prostrate before her and began to very, very silently bow and scrape. "Wow," Kevin said, not quite managing the proper amount of sleepy-eyeness, but achieving a twitchy squint instead, "I have trouble getting these guys to lend me a buck for the vending machines." KC, unfortunately, didn't get a chance to bask in his approval. Shele and her fellow legion of indignant Addicts marched onto the bridge of the cheesey spaceship set. They bodily picked her up, then marched, KC aloft, right back out of the room again, chanting, "War! War! War!" as they went. Kevin waved as she disappeared from sight, calling, "I'll wait for you!" *********************************************************************** End of Part One From - Fri Aug 13 20:58:21 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FRk1-0004mm-01; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 20:32:09 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 6023; Fri, 13 Aug 99 20:28:02 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 9518; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 20:28:02 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 17:19:50 PDT Reply-To: Shele McCaa Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Shele McCaa Subject: WAR: NA: Have Drill, Will Travel To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 620949e37e4370703dab18c118c16147 NA: Have Drill, Will Travel Written by: Niteflyer Time (EST) and date: Friday, dusk Place: The Road from GA to TO Permission to use granted by: HP Jules ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ben and Jacob Martin, beloved nephews used with their exclusive permission. Egrus Toga bot merely and occasionally gets lucky enough to quote words written by the great William Shakespeare. **************************************************************************** Darkness came quickly for brave and mysterious drill mistress Niteflyer of the proud and noble Nunkies Anonymous. It was dusk in Toronto and Nite's drive from Georgia had been an adventure. Nite had never run into so many irritating diversions while trying to proceed to a rendezvous. First, there was the gang of half-dressed tattooed nomads hitching somewhere near the Bronx, a particularly foul and very wrong turn Nite had taken. They had ooooed and ahhhed over her candy apple red '58 Plymoth that her eldest Nephew, Jake, had loaned her. The car was affectionately known as Jezabelle, the scrappier of two such cars Jake owned: smoking, dripping oil, but possessing a demonic-sounding radio. As if the nomads were not enough, Nite had swerved to miss hitting a crazed cow with a long tongue running from some begging blond guy in a long black coat. They had both raced across a field and into the Plymoth's path in quite a hurry. From Ben, Nite's younger but very genius Nephew, she had received a small friend, a robot built from a blender with only three limited functions named Egrus Toga. He only stood two feet high, spouted off occasional good Shakespeare, mixed a mean cocktail and repaired Nite's prized drill. The drive was worth the effort, as going to battle was a serious matter, and so was even the slightest chance of viewing an in-repose toga worn by certain subjects with ice blue eyes. Ahhh ambrosia! Nite stopped at an all-night gas station and finally caught sight of the wonderous CN tower! Quickly she grabbed some oil for Jezzy and a soda and hurried back to her smog filled car only to catch one of Toga's better Shakespeare recitals. "Like feeble (burp) age he reeleth from the day, the eyes fore duteous now converted are. Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still......Toga whee! Toga whee! Zip it!" The trouble being that Toga never got the sonnets in proper order, always mixing up the lines. He was fair company however and for that Nite was grateful. What a wonderful thought this particular sonnet placed upon Nite's drooling mind muahahahahahahh! Such clever irony and beauty! Nite had taught Toga the verse to perhaps one day impress an army, a soldier, or even perhaps a General! Enough of this useless banter! Nite was a drill mistress on a mission to an elegant shrine. There was drill business at hand and busts to be drooled upon. Jezzy and Egrus were primed and ready. Nite cruised out of the parking lot with visions of war and adventure, yet careful not to draw attention from any of Toronto's finest. Her goal was not to be reached, however, for out of a large building, labeled 'Madame Kiki's House of Naughtiness' swarmed a mass of women in togas, lifting a reluctant, protesting passenger wearing a red jumpsuit above their heads. Women in togas! Nite slammed her foot on Jezzy's brakes to avoid running the legion down. Surely these were her comrades in drool, her fellow Nunkies Addicts! She parked the smoking beast by the curb and grabbed Toga and her drill, unsure just which new-found, toga-clad friend to greet first. Soon, the crowd parted, and an auburn-haired woman in a sleekly tailored suit stepped free. A cellular phone glued to her ear, she looked less than happy, but very much in charge. "I don't care how you do it, just do it!" with a snap, the woman ended the call. Holding dear her small buddy to her chest, Nite cleared her throat and introduced herself. "Hello? I'm Nite, and this is Egrus Toga. Are you the High Priestess? I'm new to Toronto and Nunkies Anonymous, and I'm confused. Why are you all here, not at the Shrine?" "Because some of the Addicts don't like doing dirty work," the woman replied in a forbidding tone. "You aren't one of those types, are you, Nite?" "I want to serve Nunkies!" Nite promised, then lifted her sacred tool, "and I'll drill!" "Excellent. I am the High Priestess...Jules. Since you're so enthusiatic, I have a job to send you on. First thing: what's that 'Egrus' thing you introduced?" Jules asked, pointing to Nite's small friend. "He's a bot, a gift from my nephew. He doesn't do much except quote Shakespeare, clean my drill, and mix cocktails." "Cocktails?" Jules' brows lifted in thirsty interest. "I could use a cocktail. Two or three, even. It's been that kind of day." She proprietarially lifted the bot from Nite's arms amidsts a flurry of whirrs and bleeps of protest. "I'll just take care of him while you're gone. You're drill, too. You won't need that where you're going. I'll keep them safe and sound until you return to the Shrine." "Okay." Nite didn't feel so positive about letting either go. "Where am I going? I don't have to go alone, do I?" "Of course not." The High Priestess waved a hand, now filled with Nite's drill. "Shele! KC! Arymede! Jan! Monica! Charl! Come here!" The Addicts came, though most didn't appear very enthusiastic. "I want you to sneak into CERK," the High Priestess announced. "Find the supply closet. In the supply closet, you will find a box labeled 'T. GoB.' Bring it to me. And, whatever you do..." The High Priestess' eyes flared with such fearful warning, Nite stepped back. "...DON'T OPEN THE BOX." A trip to CERK! The radio station of the Nightcrawler! What bliss! Nite slowly followed her new compatriots, heading into her very first war, her first mission, not knowing what strange and dark adventures lie ahead. Hail Nunkies! Indeed! **************************************************************************** Fini niteflyer@alltel.net arrival to Shrine of Nunkies for War10 _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com From - Fri Aug 13 20:58:21 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FRwA-0003NK-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 20:44:42 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 7714; Fri, 13 Aug 99 20:31:14 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 9838; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 20:31:14 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 17:32:01 -0700 Reply-To: Arymede Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Arymede Subject: WAR: NA: A Relaxing Vacation... To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 6fc6ff7cd43d76a80376fa482a4dcd92 NA: A Relaxing Vacation... by Ary Reid Time: Early morning to mid-afternoon, Friday, Aug 13, before She's A Doll part 1. Place: Most of southern Ontario Permission was granted by Christy to use her. Ary approached the peach of her eye, the one who had just rescued her from a herd of stampeding typewriters, the one and only General Nunkies. She was not the least put off by his dress: an unidentified army beret, a lime green toga, a feather boa, and red and white striped knee socks. He opened his mouth to speak, and she leaned in intently. "We regret to inform you that landing in Toronto is impossible at this time, due to this airline's incompetence. We will be landing momentarily in a barley field outside of Kingston. Or is it bearded wheat? Please fasten your seatbelts. Yes, I'm sure it's wheat." *** Ary snapped out of her dream, blinking furiously. Suddenly, she realized she must have looked like a certain long-haired vamp, and stopped. She growled at no one in particular, frightening the three year old who had been kicking her all the way from Calgary. "Some relaxing vacation this is." She looked at her watch. Just past midnight. "Figures. Friday the 13th." She was herded off the plane with the other sheep. Stood around waiting with them for three hours before a bus arrived to take them into Kingston. Followed them to the baggage claim. Growled with them (again scaring the evil little three year old) when they were told that their baggage was safe and sound, waiting for them in Mogadishu. She wandered along some road she didn't know the name of for another three hours, before finally hitching a ride with a trucker named Dennis. Two hours later, she climbed out of the truck in the middle of nowhere, just past the Quebec border, having discovered that the truck was going the wrong way. *** At around 2:30 pm, EST, Ary climbed out of the back end of a cattle truck in the parking lot of a truckstop in Toronto. She was cold, tired, smelled like cattle dung, had no change of clothing, no money, and no patience. She muttered a halfhearted thanks at Jean the Quebecois Cattle Farmer, and started walking. *** Finally, an hour later, she arrived at the Jeweled Peach. Sighing a sigh of relief, she went into the Shrine, intent only on getting a shower, a bed, and a relaxing vacation. She walked in on total chaos. Addicts were running around, unidentified men were running around, and everyone was shouting. She approached a young Addict she vaguely recognized who was working in the Lab. "Christy, right?" At the Addict's nod, she smiled. "I remember you from Summer Doldrums. What the *%^&$$# is going on here?" "Didn't you know? It's a War!" "Great. Just my luck to be caught in a War. What happened to start it?" Christy went to explain, but Ary held up her hand. "No, nevermind, I don't want to know. I'm tired, I'm smelly, and there's no way I'm going to get any rest around here. How do I get to that place I've heard of... Madame Kiki's?" Fifteen minutes, one Sacred Cold Shower and a surrepticiously snitched toga later, Ary was on her way. _________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Bid and sell for free at http://auctions.yahoo.com From - Fri Aug 13 20:58:21 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FRwB-0003NK-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 20:44:43 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 7720; Fri, 13 Aug 99 20:33:11 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 9977; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 20:33:11 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 17:34:52 -0700 Reply-To: Evil Cousin Tiff Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Evil Cousin Tiff Organization: ChickMail (http://www.chickmail.com:80) Subject: WAR: NA: An Addict, a Bus, and a Boyband (02/03) To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: d8a0fa546ddd41fb2e2c9b3029aab288 NA:"An Addict, a Bus, and a Boyband" (02/03) by: Evil Cousin Tiff Time: Friday, August 13 -- daytime Place: a tour bus enroute to Toronto, hotel in the Skydome ************************* 5:00am The girls slowly marched onto the bus one by one, like ants. 5:00am was entirely too early to be up for eleven and twelve-year olds. Tiff, on the other hand was not tired. Spending 3 months earlier that year waking up at the crack of 3:30 in the morning, did her good as far as disciplining her sleeping habits went. Now Tiff knew that she wouldn't be able to just walk onto this bus and grab a ride to Toronto. She needed a disguise and a good one. Being nineteen, but looking eternally sixteen wasn't enough. She had to appear to be one of those 12 year-old girls that look twenty, like on Sally-Jesse Rapheal or something. Tiff took a good look at herself in the miniature round mirror she carried with her. "By the gods, I look ridiculous." she breathed out. Her make-up was most excessive, especially the eyeliner and lipstick. 'This could work. This could actually work. No person over the age of 15 would never, in there right mind, want to look like this,' She thought. As she made her way into the bus, the man from earlier stopped her. "Hang on," he said. "Do I know you?" "Uh, yes, I'm... uh..." "You're Larry Clayton's daughter, aren't you?" "YES! Yes, I am Larry Clayton's daughter... daddy didn't tell you I was coming? Wow. I thought he did," Tiff said, lying. "No, he didn't. Wow you're getting so big." Tiff tried to tried to fake a modesty smile. "Well, get on the bus, we don't want to be late to see the band." This was fantastic! Tiff did it. She really did it. She disguised herself to be a twelve year old girl and now she had a free ride to Toronto! "Hoohah!" She exclaimed getting on the bus. ***** 10:00am Everyone was now well out of their dosing state and wide awake. "I can't believe we're actually going to go see them!" One girl, behind Tiff, exclaimed. "I know... aren't Chip and Trevor the hottest," another girl commented. "Chad is soooo dreamy!" A third girl exclaimed. A dark feeling fell onto Cousin Tiff as she suddenly realized that she was on a bus with twenty boy-crazy teenyboppers, on her way to see 98 Degrees of Five Backstreet Syncs. "Oh, God, what have I done?" she mumbled to herself. ***** 1:00pm The chatter about the Temperate Toenotes (a mocking term used to describe this particular boyband) continued for some time. It was driving Tiff insane. She hadn't seen anything as bad as this since her friends were all sucked into the whole Fresh Youths on the Cube phenomenon ten years previous. She wasn't sure of how much more she could take of this. They were still three hours from the Canadian border and four hours from Toronto. She would have to do something to make them shut up about those Temperate Toenotes. Tiff began looking through her ever-present camo-colored book bag, hoping for a solution to her current dilemma. Then she found it. A bottle of Trance Powder. Trance Powder is something she accidentally invented during her college Chemistry Lab during her first--last semester. She wasn't quite sure what she did wrong -- the solution she made was supposed to be aspirin. But then when she saw the affect it had, she didn't care. It got her a "C" in Chemistry, when she really should have failed. Hehehehehe. Trance Powder! Perfect. She would just have to make sure when they got to the concert, the Toenotes would breathe this stuff in and they would never sing another concert or make another CD ever again. 'Bwa ha ha!' Tiff thought to herself. ***** 5:45pm They were over 45 minutes behind schedule. Darn to heck, bad traffic! As they all got off the bus, Tiff found herself being herded with the other girls in a direction that was not toward the Skydome. "Where are we going?" She asked, confused. "To meet the band," the chaperone stated. "We're going to meet 98 Degrees of Five Backstreet Syncs in person?!?" "Of course, did you forget?" No wonder that man was so desperate at the airport. Why would he care about the concert? The girls would have ripped him apart for the fact that they would've missed meeting the band. Meeting the band was going to be great. Made her evil plan all the more easy to carry out. ***** 6:15pm All twenty girls were waiting in line, in a hotel hallway. They had been herded to the hotel in the Skydome. The chaperone stood in front of all them, as if to make an announcement. "Ladies, in a couple moments, the boys will start seeing you one at a time to sign autographs," he stated. The hall became filled with the sounds of squeals and chatter. Tiff was really sick of those sounds. One by one, each girl went into the hotel room. One by one each girl left the hotel room all giddy and hyper. One even almost fainted. Tiff didn't get it. She was never this boy crazy... but then, she always did have a fascination with older men. Much older men. Tiff was last. She entered the room to find the five guys appearing to be very happy to see her. "Hi, I'm Chad," one said. "I'm Travis." "I'm Trevor." "I'm Chip." "And I'm Daryl." Tiff couldn't believe that they did that stupid tv introduction speech even to their fans. "Oh, I know who you all are," Tiff stated hiking up her voice a couple notches to appear younger. "Mind if I gave you guys a gift?" Tiff started rummaging through her bag. "Sure, what is it?" One said moving in for a closer look. "Everyone come closer and I'll show you." They did. This was going to be too easy. The five boys were less than a foot away from Tiff. They were wondering what gift she had in the bag. Without warning, her head popped up, and she blew some white powder into their faces. They all gagged as they inadvertently breathed it in. "What did you do that for?" Travis, the blond one inquired, coughing and gagging. Not a second later a glazed look fell onto his face and the faces of the others. There they stood, awaiting Tiff's commands. End Part 2 *********************************** chickclick.com http://www.chickclick.com girl sites that don't fake it. http://www.chickmail.com sign up for your free email. *********************************** From - Fri Aug 13 20:58:22 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FS4X-0003fG-01; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 20:53:21 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 6059; Fri, 13 Aug 99 20:36:15 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 0202; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 20:36:15 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 19:36:44 -0500 Reply-To: Annette Williams Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Annette Williams Subject: WAR: Cousins LCL: Calling Again? (1/1) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: a7442faceae91bbbc9b0555be5f357a4 Title: Cousins LCL: Calling Again? (1/1) Date: Friday, August 13th Time: early morning Author: Annette Williams with permission from all used. "Oh no!" Annette groaned looking at the caller ID pad and remembering the last time Arletta phoned her. "Hi Arletta!" she said trying to sound cheerful. "It's war Annette, how soon can you get to toronto?" Arletta asked. 'Again! Well, there's a flight to toronto every couple hours or so. Let me check to see which one has space for employees and then I'll need to wrap up a couple details at work. I'm sure I'll be there sometime today.' "Ok, I have to talk to Shelley, we'll meet you at the Monastery. Let me give you directions from the Airport" Annette hung-up dreading the conversation with her boss regarding the strategy meeting scheduled for Monday as well as her schedule for the next two weeks. From - Fri Aug 13 21:04:32 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FSCQ-0005mc-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 21:01:30 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 3816; Fri, 13 Aug 99 20:55:52 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 1611; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 20:55:53 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 17:57:10 -0700 Reply-To: Leslie GS Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Leslie GS Subject: WAR: UF: Panic Can Get You Anywhere... (2/2) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: f55d8d5f70044fd32002a08916aef57f WAR: UF: Panic Can Get You Anywhere... ...Even Toronto (2/2) By: Susan Field, Les GS, April Hackett, Lauren Hawes and Julia Kocich Time: Sometime Friday afternoon, August 13th Setting: Toronto, The Raven and the Hive After: RAVENETTES: "Party Plans!" but before the actual party. "Well, we best get inside also. Everyone must be wondering why we are so late!!" said Susan, starting towards the door. Suddenly she felt a hand reach out and yank her back towards the truck. "Er, aren't you forgetting something?" April asked. Susan seemed perplexed. "Oh, yeah, thanks for reminding me!!" April felt a bit of relief. For a moment there, she thought Susan was going to leave her to carry all the luggage in, as usual. Bad enough that the weight of the bags Susan brought actually made all her tires lose air! But, as Susan explained, every little bit of stuff she brought would be necessary, for all the partying she, April and all their fellow UFfers were going to do. Of course the main reason for their return to Toronto was to help in the clean-up of Lacroix's Broadcast Booth. They and all the other Factions, had received invitations from The Ravenettes, Nick's Harem, Nunkies Addicts, and the Nothers to attend parties they were throwing, and UFfers, being what and who they are, could never, in good conscience, turn down a good time! But, the clean-up had to happen first! April thought that traveling all the way to Toronto to clean was ridiculous, as she could have stayed home and done that! But Susan convinced her that the fun they would have at the Ravenettes' Party after with some of their fellow UFfers would be well worth the trouble. For a few moments, April actually started to wonder if the few bags of stuff she brought would be enough, as she only packed a few changes of outfits, an apron and rubber gloves! Susan reached into the back of the Dakota and pulled out a small duffel bag that seemed to woof!!!! "Susan, tell me you didn't!!" "Okay, I won't! Boy, I sure could use a cold glass of milk after that trip! And so could my, er, my duffel Bag!!" Then Susan went inside. April went up to the Dakota and banged her head on the hood. "Why do I always let her do these things to me?" she said aloud to no one. After a few moments of dizziness from the head banging, she started to unpack all the bags from the truck. Wondering, not for the first time today why Susan needed three bags marked "Payless Sneakers" and dozens more marked "Bongo Jeans"! There were a few marked "Cleaning Supplies" but it was the rest of the bags marked "Assorted" that were really peaking her interest, not to mention scaring the wits out of her, as one never quite knew what Susan might bring along on a trip! She was about to unzip one, when she heard Susan calling out to her. "Thought you could use this! Here, let me help you, you can't do all this yourself." April gratefully accepted the cold drink. "Thanks. For a moment there, I thought you forgot all about me out here." "Forget about you? April? My bud? My compadre? Never!! Let me just lend you a hand." April mumbled under her breath (what was left of it!), "Mighty nice of you, since most of the bags are yours anyway." "What's that you said, Bud? Couldn't hear you, had my head in the truck." "I said, er, mighty nice day!!!" Susan smiled. "Yup, sure is!!" April sipped her lemonade. Glad that Susan finally noticed that she was the only one actually unloading anything, she answered in an exhausted voice, "Thanks Susan, I'm not sure if I could have made it all the way to the door with all of these." "Sure, April, no problem!" said Susan as she lifted April's small handbag from her hand and added it to her own little handbag that she'd removed from the pile of luggage. "There, isn't that better?" said Susan as she walked ahead towards the Hive door. "Oh, yeah, makes all the difference in the world," April shouted, making a face at Susan that was best not seen by human-kind, as she struggled with the rest of the bags. April rolled her eyes around. `Two weeks with Susan... good thing we were invited to go parties!!! Nothing else could actually make me want to subject myself to two weeks of Susan's weird ways,' she thought, as she kicked the door open with the tip of her shoe. The foyer was clogged with luggage, some of extremely peculiar dimensions. April waded forward a few paces, then, with a sigh of relief, added her burdens to the growing pile. Then she ooched her way into the front room... INT - FRONT ROOM/BAR AREA OF THE HIVE - SWEEPING PAN The room is occupied by 11 women, scattered about the large room, seated at the long polished wood bar and the small tables spaced about on the parquet floor. Decorated with a simple elegance (Les had nothing to do with its design), the only slightly off note is the two posters, carefully matted and framed, of Nick & Natalie and Lacroix & Fleur, hanging over the bar. April moves past the POV into the room. Greetings ring out, Jules, sitting at the bar, waving an open bottle of Heineken in welcome. Marilyn sits in one of the comfortable chairs, a Claymore sword resting across her knees, where it is being openly admired by Megan. Shan, behind the bar, smelling of mead and artemesia, is fussing with an array of snacks she's apparently whipped up for her fellow UFfers. (They *look* like chicken nuggets with honey- mustard dip...) She's also seems to be tending bar, which, well stocked, offers anything from expresso to mead to beer to straight up scotch. Even tea, if one must. Earl Gray. Hot. (No, that wasn't a Xover, honest.) Amie and Susan are opening small hand-carried pieces of luggage. Out of Amie's pops a ferret, which upon being released, immediately skitters sideways across the floor. From Susan's bag, Cujo the Chihuahua emerges, wide eyes looking askance at the dancing mustelid. Elfin and `Chele, already at the bar, stand in companionable silence as they contemplate their choices of drink and snacks. With a flurry, a group of other people flow past the POV, the first woman pushed ahead of the others. On her entry, those already in the room cheer, and after a moment, she smiles despite herself and raises her hands, linked together by a pair of handcuffs, over her head in something like the victor's salute. Shan pulls the cork from a bottle of merlot, and Julia's expression becomes even more mellow. With her, rescued from the airport, are Richard and Dawn Clare and Liz, having just arrived from England. With them, having been discovered at the airport showing off her bull-whip to an accommodating customs officer, is Lora. Behind them follow Becky, Cleo and Presence, waffling between meeting everyone and taking a long, hot relaxing shower, to unwind from days of driving. The snacks and drinks tempt them into being sociable and they move to the bar, saying hello as they go. Amanda and Debbie emerge from the kitchen with a pot of tea and cups, to the relief of those that don't *do* coffee or alcohol. A suspiciously smiling Shan slides new trays of goodies up onto the bar. JULES: (hopping off her stool, then back on again) Julia, where are Les and Lauren? Weren't they driving in with you? JULIA: (Cradling her wine glass with both hands) Yes. We dropped them off a the Raven to get started on the clean-up. (She glances at the grandfather clock.) It starts in just a few hours. JULES: We best get cracking then! (But she does not get off her stool. In fact, she opens another beer.) LORA: Speaking of cracking, would you like to see the trick I learned with the bull-whip Megan got me? CHORUS OF UFFERS: No! You could put an eye out with that thing! LORA: What? Don't you trust me? The UFfers all laugh; such a silly question. But do they get up from out of their comfortable chairs, put down their refreshing drinks or stop nibbling the nummy snacks...? Noooo. In fact, they continue eating and drinking and talking and laughing. For hours and hours. While meanwhile poor Les is getting housemaid's knee, trembling in fear that some irate Ravenette will come bursting into the booth, eye-shadow in one hand and lipstick in the other- JULIA: Enough, Les. What? JULIA: This is getting silly. (Grumble...) Oh, all right. Julia put down her wine glass, getting it to the bar on her first try, and peered blearily at the clock. "If that says what I think it does, whoever's going to the Ravenettes party better go get ready." There is a chorus of agreement, and the convivial group begins to break up, most going into the foyer to collect their luggage and find their rooms. At this point the front door opens and another woman walks in, duffel bag over one shoulder. "Hi! Am I late?" "Yes, Debi!" a number of UFfers assure her. "Oh, good. I wouldn't want to shatter expectations. Is everyone else here, then?" "Except for Laurey and Shelley," Liz stated. "Laurey had to work yesterday and couldn't start driving up until today." "How do you know?" Dawn asked, puzzled, because Liz had been with herself and Richard on her uncle's jet all day. "E-mail," replied Liz, pointing at her laptop plugged into the phone outlet. "It had been hours with no `Net. I was starting to get the jitters." Informed and therefore content, the UFfers spread out through the Hive, finding their niches. "Hey!" yelled Jules, head popping out the door of the bedroom she used last War. "Who painted this one wall in here *pink*!?" Megan got a room on a corner, with windows looking out onto the gardens on two sides. She cracked the windows, though not too wide, given some rather threatening clouds, and began arranging her incense and oil burners on the top of her bureau. Lora found space, albeit a bit dusty, in the attic that suited her to a T. She decided to straighten it up a bit rather than party. She *did* want to get started setting up the bee hives early tomorrow morning. Susan cantered down the long hall on the second floor, Cujo barking behind her, caroling, "I get the room with the secret passage!" Meanwhile... It couldn't be happening again. Could it? Over a year had passed since the last time and hope had arisen that the horrors of May 1998 would not be repeated. O' woe, o' woe! Perhaps it was the wind, blowing tattered thunder clouds before it, pushing against the mansion known as the Hive, that created that soft creaking sound. A creaking that sounded strangely like whimpering. But, that low sound went unheard in a building suddenly filled with far greater noise and comings and goings than it had experienced in over a year. In the cluster of outbuildings, the stable, perhaps also affected by the wind, echoed the creak. But this creak sounded more like a manic giggle than a whimper. Inside the stable, safe from the wind and potential rain, a number of small critters rustled through the straw scattered on the floor. Another one of their number joined them, poking its head up through the gap in the floorboards that led to a longer, deeper space beneath. Black eyes glittered, beads of jet, and a sensitive nose twitched. Sweet. Tasty. Honey... From - Fri Aug 13 21:04:32 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FSCR-0005mc-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 21:01:31 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 3823; Fri, 13 Aug 99 20:56:56 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 1694; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 20:56:56 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 20:44:59 -0400 Reply-To: Kim Kocak Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Kim Kocak Organization: Prodigy Internet Subject: War: Enforecer : D Day(1/1) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 238ee1dd6cc3a25e872a4eb05b0d9a13 D Day (1/1) By Kim Kocak Kim was working on her computer when the Red Alert came on. To All Enforcers: Return to the Toronto Headquarters immediately. Instructions will follow. Bring your files. War has begun. "Already!!" said Kim. She didn't get any sleep and was in dying need of it. But duty calls especially if it came from the Man In Black. Kim then called the airlines to book the next flight to Toronto and then called Headquarters and found out Enid was already there. "New Yorkers" mumbled Kim. She then made hotel reservations After taking a shower and packed, She took the car to the Pittsburgh International Airport. While driving to the airport she began to sing her favorite song Here come the Men in Black. (Men in Black) The vampire defenders. (ooh ooh) Here come the Men in Black. (Men in Black) They won't let you remember. (uh no, no) A-ight check it. Let me tell you this in closin'. I know we might seem imposin', But trust me if we ever show in your section. Believe me it's for your own protection. Cuz we see things that you need not see, And we be places that you need not be. So go with your life, Forget that vampire crap. Show love to the black suit. Cuz that's the Men in, That's the Men in... Here come the Men in Black. (Here they come) The vampire defenders. (vampire defenders) Here come the Men in Black. (oh, here they come) They won't let you remember. (won't let you remember) Smiling to herself, Kim thought about the words. Yes, this war is going to be different. From - Fri Aug 13 21:08:24 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FSEm-00042d-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 21:03:56 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 7813; Fri, 13 Aug 99 20:55:48 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 1595; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 20:55:48 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 17:57:07 -0700 Reply-To: Leslie GS Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Leslie GS Subject: WAR: UF: Panic Can Get You Anywhere... (1/2) To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: f2d831972d2fe246d17644bb83cd1c87 WAR: UF: Panic Can Get You Anywhere... ...Even Toronto (1/2) By: Susan Field, Les GS, April Hackett,=20 Lauren Hawes and Julia Kocich Time: Sometime Friday afternoon, August 13th Setting: Toronto, The Raven and the Hive After: RAVENETTES: "Party Plans!" but before the actual party. The Raven and Ravenette Kimberly used with permission. Why, you may ask (and then again, you may not), was there an UFfer=20 on hands and knees, scrubbing behind Lacroix's old broadcast booth=20 at the Raven with a toothbrush? This was a question the UFfer,=20 Les, pondered herself, and, O' Best Beloved, is most appropriately=20 answered with a flashback. And what more apt way to begin an FK=20 War than with a flashback... The first phone call, from Ravenette Kimberly to UFfer Les in San=20 Diego, was painful. Not to mention that the words had come really,=20 really fast and she couldn't actually remember them all that well. =20 The upshot, however, was that she HAD to go to Toronto to clean up=20 a sticky mess in the broadcast booth at the Raven. And quickly,=20 before the party there on August 13th: Janette would *never* allow=20 a party with the place less than perfect. The *second* phone call was a tad less painful, at least to Les... "Hello?" the unsuspecting Julia said into the receiver. "You. Me. Handcuffs. Toronto. Now." "I ... don't suppose I could ask who is calling, can I?" Les could=20 hear the air going out of Julia's futile attempt at resisting the=20 inevitable. After a little back and forth, Julia still remained=20 confused as to a few particulars. For a change. "Okay, let me understand..." she said patiently, striving for=20 clarity. "Kimberly called you from the Raven in Toronto, to tell=20 you that they were cleaning up in preparation for a party. *But*=20 when they finally got around to Lacroix's old broadcast booth, they=20 found it was ... sticky-" "Tacky. Kimberly said the broadcast booth was tacky. Even the=20 ceiling." "Les, are you sure she wasn't making a comment on the decor?" "Why would she call *me* to make a comment about decor? More=20 importantly, why would she call *me* to demand I come eradicate the=20 tackiness if she's referring to its interior decorating? You've=20 been to my house." "Good point. You're right, she must mean that it's sticky." =20 Julia's brow furrowed. "But Les, we very carefully cleaned the=20 booth after we used it last War." "Um, er, yes, that's quite true, but you see, apparently we=20 overlooked some honey bears. And you know how honey can be. It=20 just kinda gets *everywhere* by sheer osmosis." "On the *ceiling*!?" "Well, it's had a whole year and then some, after all. But it=20 doesn't really matter *how* the honey got all over the room. They=20 want it cleaned up and they want *me* to do it and you guys can't=20 make me go in there by myself. These are Ravenettes we're talking=20 about here. They might... might *style* me or something." "Whose idea was it, may I ask, to leave the honey bears in the=20 broadcast booth?" "Mumble-mumble." "What?" Les shouted, "I was just trying to be helpful!" "How is leaving honey bears scattered around Lacroix's old=20 broadcast booth 'helpful'!?" "Well, in case he and Nick visited it. For old times' sake." "Les..." "Yeah?" Julia sighed and more-or-less automatically reached for the aspirin=20 bottle. "Never mind." Really, sometimes there was just no point=20 in trying to wade through the morass of Les' honey-soaked version=20 of reality. "I know!" Les blurted, suddenly gleeful. "I'll bring Lauren! =20 She's all styled already and Ravenettes are never redundant. =20 That's outr=82. So she'll be safe from being styled if I let her go=20 in first ahead of me. They'll never even notice me! She can=20 distract them with her shoes or something." "Good idea!" Julia said, hoping this would get her off the hook. Silly woman. What happened next was that Les... casually mentioned on the UF=20 Discussion List that she had to go to Toronto to clean up the=20 broadcast booth in the Raven... Oh, all right. She *panicked*. =20 In front of everyone. Unwilling to allow a fellow UFfer to face=20 such terror alone, a swarm of her compatriots dropped what they=20 were doing to rush to Toronto to help in this task... Oh, all=20 right. They figured out that there was a party at the Raven and=20 dropped everything to attend. Les had set out from San Diego in her purple van, a.k.a. The=20 Eggplant, and picked up Lauren in LA. They'd swept by Michigan to=20 gather up Cleo and Presence and then Wisconsin for Becky. Laptop=20 communication whilst on the road had confirmed that other UFfers,=20 from New Zealand to England and places between, were converging on=20 Toronto. The Eggplant's last stop before Toronto had been New York=20 to kidnap Julia... Les sighed, returning from her flashback reluctantly, just before=20 she got to the good part. She supposed *eventually* other UFfers=20 would show up to help swab the gummy mess off the walls, ceiling,=20 floor, console, chair... At least Lauren was out with the=20 Ravenettes, distracting them with Prada pumps and Gucci jackets or=20 whatever it was she flashed at them as they came in. Still on her=20 hands and knees, patiently wiping crystallized honey from the=20 casters of Lacroix's chair, she came across the offensive creature=20 that had started this whole scenario. A plastic honey bear, the cap=20 on tight, but empty of its contents. "What the heck?" She turned it over in her hands to find two sharp=20 puncture marks in the general vicinity of the bear's neck. "Oooh,"=20 Les inhaled sharply. Janitorial work had just become far more=20 fascinating. Now, in all fairness, the punctures *could* have been=20 made by a stiletto heel. But... Les spaced out again. Meanwhile, let's play games with time, shall we, hitting rewind, to=20 return to a couple hours before... On the afternoon of Friday, August 13th, Julia sat outside the=20 Raven, handcuffed to the steering wheel of Les' van. She watched=20 as a cool and poised Lauren knocked on the front door, while Les,=20 short hair sticking straight up, jittered behind her. After a=20 rather extended wait, the door was opened. Lauren spoke to the=20 woman holding the door for a moment, then she was admitted, Les=20 oozing in after her. The door closed. Julia glanced into the rearview mirror at the three women seated=20 behind her. "So," she said, tones pleasantly chipper, "why don't=20 we just unlock these handcuffs and find a coffee shop?" "Nope," replied Becky, shaking her head. "Les said you'd make a=20 break back to New York if we let you loose." Cleo and Presence, on=20 the bench seat all the way in the back, Lauren's luggage looming=20 over their heads behind them, nodded in agreement. "Les would be pretty mad," added Cleo. "She's been looking forward=20 to kidnapping you. She's been talking about it all the way from=20 Michigan." "I think it was to take her mind off of what the Ravenettes might=20 do," chimed in Presence. "C'mon, Julia, let's get going," Becky urged. "We have to meet the=20 Clares and Liz at the airport. Dawn's uncle's jet should be there=20 any time now. Then we need to get to the Hive, unpack, and then=20 get back here to help with the clean-up." Snarling under her breath, Julia put the van in drive and swung=20 into traffic. ~~~~~~~~~~ The tow truck that read "There's No Business Like Tow Business" on=20 the side pulled in front of the driveway of the Hive. Hooked to the=20 back was April's truck. Along with April, Susan and Elfin, inside=20 the Dakota. The threesome had pre-arranged to meet inside the=20 airport terminal and make the trip to the Hive together. April=20 jostled Susan in the arm. She had been engrossed in a story from=20 the UF "Pillow Book" and hadn't noticed they had arrived at long=20 last. The driver maneuvered the truck so that it was only mostly=20 inconvenient for the other vehicles already in the driveway to get=20 around it. April and Susan recognized Jules' motorcycle and=20 Megan's Geo Tracker (with the license plate HNY STX). Between them=20 was an Explorer they hadn't seen before. As the tow truck driver=20 backed and jinked, a small, nondescript car, clearly an airport=20 rental, swung through the open gate, swerved around them and=20 parked. The driver, a woman with *RED* hair, got out and waved at=20 them. "Hi, `Chele!!!!" Susan shrieked from her seat between the other two=20 women. April and Elfin blinked in pain, working their jaws to=20 equalize the air pressure in their ears. `Chele pointed at the=20 Hive, indicating she'd meet them inside, and then began gathering=20 bags. Her passenger got out as well, waved a bit tentatively and=20 called, "Hi! I'm Amie. From New Zealand." Her hair was also red,=20 though hers was actually a shade found in nature, unlike `Chele's. "Hi, Amie!!!!" Susan shrieked and the other women in the truck's=20 cab whimpered. "Okay, folks!!!" yelled the husky driver, cigar hanging out of his=20 mouth, as he unhooked the truck. "Here we are!!" Then, after April=20 paid him, he pulled away, leaving the trio sitting in the Dakota=20 which had four flat tires. Elfin had already removed her luggage and stepped out of the truck,=20 stretching her legs, glad that the long uncomfortable trip was=20 over. "Thanks for the `Pick-Up'," she said to April and Susan,=20 thinking to herself that perhaps taking an airport taxi would have=20 been the better choice! Seeing that right after they all climbed=20 into April's transportation with all the luggage, the tires began a=20 short decent downward and the group found themselves waiting for=20 three hours for a tow truck! "See you inside!" Elfin said smiling, as she lifted her things and=20 walked into the Hive. `What a Wacky pair!' she thought shaking her=20 head. Sounds of greetings from fellow UFfers could be heard=20 outside, as the door opened. Continued in (2/2) From - Fri Aug 13 21:08:25 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FSGT-0005uk-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 21:05:41 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 3851; Fri, 13 Aug 99 21:00:39 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 2065; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 21:00:39 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 20:01:04 -0500 Reply-To: Cindybre@inwave.com Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Cindy Brewer Organization: http://www.angelfire.com/il/Cindyshomepage/Caruso.html Subject: WAR: FoD: Soluvaki Anyone? 1/1 To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 2830ba410ede30d5f50de8b344f1a919 WAR:Solvaki anyone? By Cindy Brewer Everyone used with permission Friday the 13th late afternoon As soon as Kathy pulled the van to a stop in front of the Deli the FoD's piled out. As the last one out Cindy looked down at her fur lined neon lime green wetsuit and shook her head. She looked at the line of FoD's filing into the deli and Cindy could only imagine what passerby's on the street were thinking of them. They must've made quite a sight with all the luggage and scuba gear not to mention the fish...... "Spiff, the deli looks great!"Cindy exclaimed as she caught up with the rest of the group inside the deli. The small blonde woman leaned on the broom as she turned to face her,"The oven's still a mess but other than that I think we're ready to open for business." Cindy glanced at the clock above and counter and froze,"Spiff,is that the right time?" "Yeah,why?" It was almost five thirty. Cindy moved to stand by Kathy who was the closet FoD to the door,"Because we've got just under three hours to get settled into the Moose Lodge and get ready for the Ravenette's party tonight. So who all is coming?" The brown haired woman grinned as every single person in the room instantly raised their hand. "Alright,let's get going then."Cindy replied as she grabbed her second in command by the elbow,"Kathy,you can call Schanke from the cell phone." end. From - Fri Aug 13 21:23:25 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FSWi-0006YH-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 21:22:28 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 6267; Fri, 13 Aug 99 21:18:30 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 3160; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 21:18:30 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 21:10:19 -0400 Reply-To: Adam Clifford Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Adam Clifford Subject: Re: WAR: ATTN: Brenda Bell To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: X-Mozilla-Status: 8011 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: a2bdb8b7d565ddfa2a68862e7d4e50b2 Sorry to post this this way, but I don't have your email addres... I accidentally deleted your WAR post that came through earlier today. could you resend to me offlist? thanks From - Fri Aug 13 22:26:12 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FT5J-00000e-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 21:58:13 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 6420; Fri, 13 Aug 99 21:49:59 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 5112; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 21:49:59 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 18:51:41 -0700 Reply-To: Evil Cousin Tiff Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Evil Cousin Tiff Organization: ChickMail (http://www.chickmail.com:80) Subject: WAR: NA: An Addict, a Bus, and a Boyband (03/03) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 11891c519c719600c39dfdfc1fb19db7 NA: "An Addict, a Bus, and a Boyband" (03/03) by Evil Cousin Tiff (w/a snippet by Third Cousin Patt) Time: After 9pm, Friday, August 13 Place: the Toenote limo, the Shrine Permissions by: Third Cousin Patt ************************* This was going all too well. Tiff had a boyband that now worshipped the ground she walked on, not to mention did everything she told them to do. They didn't play the concert, and after driving around with the Temperate Toenotes for the past few hours (in their limo!), she managed to teach them the workings of being a film crew. She wouldn't have to carry any of that heavy equipment! Hooray! Tiff and her five devout followers entered the Shrine for the first time. There was loud sounds of construction and banging. It reminded her of the remodeling that was going on while she was in high school. She also took notice of the very muscular and good looking construction workers laboring in the Shrine. That also reminded her of the remodeling that went on in her high school during her senior year. "Ouyszh," she stated under her breath as one walked by, very close to her. She did enjoy watching *that* man leave. A tap on the shoulder caused Tiff the jump in surprise. She turned to see a woman standing behind her. "Who are you?" The woman asked. 'This must be Patt,' Tiff thought looking at the brunette woman not much taller than herself. She put her hand out to shake. Patt shook it. "Hi, I'm Evil Cousin Tiff." The mature addict cocked her head at the new arrival. "That's nice. Just what we need . . . more evil." Patt looked past Tiff, eyeing the Toenotes. "Who are those guys?" "Oh, just a boyband which worships me," Tiff grinned. Patt rolled her eyes. "Why does evil and worship always go hand in hand?" She looked back at the singing group. "Are you planning to keep them at the Shrine? Do they eat much?" Tiff shrugged. "Probably. Does that matter?" "No," Patt sighed. "Just set them up with a tab at the Peach. Charge it to the *construction expense* account." "Speaking of construction," Tiff said, looking around at the vampirish activity. "What is going on here?" "We're in the throes of remodeling," Patt said, her mind already leaving the conversation with the newly arrived addict. "Excuse me, but I gotta go check on some spackling." "Sure thing," Tiff said, watching the Third Cousin walk away. Suddenly Tiff couldn't believe she forgot to ask if any boxes arrived recently. She had sent all her film equipment via delivery service, and wanted to get started on her documentary right away! "Vamos, mis amigos! We've got boxes of film equipment to find," Tiff stated as she headed toward the Jeweled Peach. End part 3 and opener *********************************** chickclick.com http://www.chickclick.com girl sites that don't fake it. http://www.chickmail.com sign up for your free email. *********************************** From - Fri Aug 13 22:26:12 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=lists.psu.edu) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FT7K-00005X-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 22:00:18 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by lists.psu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 8083; Fri, 13 Aug 99 21:58:14 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 5609; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 21:58:14 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 19:00:03 PDT Reply-To: Lisa Harvey Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Lisa Harvey Subject: WAR: Comfy Cottage at Last (1 of 1) Friday afternoon To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: cbe7c0cd8c57a208fb7e40cc8bf23523 Comfy Cottage at Last! (1 of 1) Written by: Kyer en Ysh, with input from those mentioned herein Time: Friday afternoon, After "Meeting the Natives" __________________________________________ Kyer, magically transformed into her usual introverted self now that she and her loved ones were no longer in danger, sat quietly in the front seat of Lisa's car as they drove up to the Comfy Cottage, CotK H.Q. extraordinaire. Or maybe Bel Aire. Gadzooks-- the place was HUGE! (She fervently hoped her room would have plenty of nooks and crannies as she didn't much care for big, open spaces. Kyer-sized hidey holes were a must. It was the Paranoid in her.) Looking at the place with a critical eye, she decided the English Cottage trimmings looked kind of out of place in a building that appeared to be as big as some hotels. The moat with drawbridge was a nice touch though. Lisa did the door bell honors as the duo disembarked, while Kyer anxiously glanced about .. 'Calmness... calmness... it's only people', the Schitzoid Knightie consoled herself. 'Just a few almost perfect strangers I met online because of my love for Nicholas. People who I'm going to be sharing space with what the heck am I doing here?!!' She stifled the urge to bolt as the door opened to Margie's and J.L. Kerr's smiling faces. What a time to get one of her: 'I vant to be alone! 'attacks! "Hi, Lisa! And this must be--" "Spitz!" Answered the ashen-skinned woman in the poncho. "I beg your pardon?" "Umm.. my llama. Mr. Spitz." Kyer indicated her puppet. "And I'm J.L. Kerr." J.L. smiled back while giving Lisa a questioning look. She gamely shook Mr. Spitz's foreleg; Margie did the same. They politely stepped aside to allow Lisa and Kyer entry. While Kyer stood looking around the common room, J.L. whispered to Lisa: "Is she alright?. "She does seem kinda spaced," commented Margie. "Maybe it was the shock of being arrested?" Lisa shrugged, "She was downright ornery at the station. Quiet as a sleeping space chicken on the ride here, though." "What's that about the Space Chickens?" Morgaine's voice queried as she popped her head from out of the music room. "Kyer!" Boundless energy descended on the wide-eyed figure who hurriedly stepped back while placing her puppet between herself and the younger woman just in time to avoid being crushed in a hug. "Aack!" Morgaine stepped back and wiped at the garlic juice dripping from her neck. Kyer's face was a postcard for angst. "Oops! Sorry... Morgaine?" "That's me." "Sorry about that, Morgaine. But Mr. Spitz is really funny about hugs and stuff. He doesn't like to be touched, ya know?" "*Now* you tell me. Well.. no real harm done. Lucky thing I'm not a vampire. Say! Wanna introduce Mr. Spitz to my Space Chickens?" *That* perked up her animal-loving friend. "Ooo-- we like chickens, don't we Mr. Spitz! Only... is the larder stocked yet? Kyer rubbed her growling stomach. "I'm kinda hungry. Haven't eaten all day. Long flight and cash problems." "Past the dining room, thru the kitchen." "Thanks." Minutes later they heard an angry yell. "Dagsnaggled-darn it, Mr. Spitz! Who ate half a carton of *MY* RICE DREAM!!" Lisa looked beseechingly towards the beamed ceilings and asked: "Invisible Space Chickens and now a split-personalitied eccentric. It's going to be a long War." _______________________________________ End of: Comfy Cottage at Last! (1 of 1) _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com From - Fri Aug 13 22:26:13 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FT8E-000087-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 22:01:14 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 6447; Fri, 13 Aug 99 21:56:27 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 5421; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 21:56:27 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 18:58:15 PDT Reply-To: Lisa Harvey Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Lisa Harvey Subject: WAR: Meeting the Natives (1 of 1) Friday Afernoon To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 961e73cbffb520f954cefc46776c53ff Meeting the Natives (1 of 1) Written by: Kyer en Ysh Time: Friday afternoon, After "Comfy Is As Comfy Does" ____________________________________ Toronto sure was big. Of course, so was Phoenix-- but Kyer had never actually wandered around in her home city either. Spotting an empty park bench, she sidled up to it, decided it looked clean enough, and gratefully sank down onto the seat. What good was finding a phone book if your destination was too new to be listed? And what good was a phone without Canadian money? Ruefully, she took out a silverish, American coin and stared at it. "Doggone it anyway, Mr. Spitz. If they are going to use 'quarters' and 'dollars' you'd think they'd make their machines accept them! Why call it the same thing if it's not the same? Darn unfriendlyish these Canadian folk, tricking tourists like that." She hurriedly stuffed the quarter back into a pocket as an elderly man sat down beside her. "Excuse me, mister... ?" Kyer began shyly. "Yes?" The white-haired gent twisted a bit to better address the strangely attired person. Kyer reached down to fetch her map, unconsiously squeezing 'Mr. Spitz' torso in a particular fashion as she did so. A short stream of pungent liquid suddenly shot from the puppet's mouth and hit the man square in the eye. The result was spectacular. "Gaaaaaahhhh!" The plainitive wail caught the attention of a passing policeman who came rushing over. He took one look at the confused looking woman and the sputtering man and sighed. A tourist. And an American at that. Today was not his day. "What seems to be the problem here?" "That woman accosted me with her puppet!" The old man snarled, dabbing carefully at his reddening eye while pointing an accusing finger. The officer found himself smiling. The furry beige toy certaintly looked innocent enough. "May I?" He held out his hand. Kyer reluctantly handed over her synthetic companion. "Mr. Spitz never hurt anybody." she grumbled, eyeing the aged gent "Oh, I'm sure, " the officer smiled, holding up the toy to get a better look at the face. It sure was a cute thing. And nicely made... His hand squeezed where it shouldn't have and the puppet responded by living up to its name. "What the...?! This thing spit at me!" He tossed the puppet down onto the ground in order to wipe uselessly at the garlic juice staining the front of his uniform. A low growl started deep within the Arizonan's throat and worked its way up as she picked up the crumpled heap. "You hurt Mr. Spitz!" Forgetting herself, she kicked him in the shins causing him to hop back into a passing pedestrain who whalloped him with her purse before she realized who it was. "OW!" "I told you, officer-- she's a menace!" declared the righteous octogenarian, shaking his fist in emphasis and succeeding in striking a curious spectator a glancing blow. "Watch where your putting your fist, old man--- !" "Ouch!" "Leggo!" "Oh, yeah! Well. ta-- " Within moments the scene had become a minor brawl. Kyer stared wide eyed as she instinctively ducked this way and that, somehow managing to avoid the various blows being randomly thrown by the growing knot of combatants. And all the travel books had stated that Canadians were a peaceable folk. "Maam, I'm afraid I'm going-- hey!" Kyer made a run for it. At home, Mexican jails were rumored to be places you did not want to visit up close and personal like--- she didn't particularly desire the chance to do a direct critique of this other member of the North American continent's jail cells. ______________________________ Later: At a Toronto precinct: Dark brown eyes glared at the officer as she finished dialing the number the information clerk had finally located for her. Back at the Comfy Cottage, the CotK were busy setting things up when they heard the phone ring once. The answering machine picked up. {{"If you wish to speak with one of the CotK and are affiliated with one of the following factions: (Kyer impatiently drummed her fingers on the phone while listening to the litany of various other Forever Knight factions) please dial 1. If you're name is either Nicholas de Brabant or Lucien LaCroix--- "HOLD ON! ONE OF US--HECK! ALL OF US WILL BE WITH YOU JUST AS SOON AS WE CAN FIGHT EACH OTHER OFF TO BE THE FIRST TO THE PHONE!"}} Oh, great... what were you supposed to dial if you *were* CotK? Smiling at the waiting guard, she took a chance and stabbed option number two. "What the heck kinda message is that?!... Uh.. Hello? Is there anybody there? This is... um... Kyer... and I kinda need someone to pick up the phone-- Guys, I'm in the KLINK and I *don't* mean sightseeing or visiting a certain gentleman of the old school! So-- PICK UP THE DARN PHONE!!" Lisa took up the receiver: "Kyer, is that you? Where are you?" "I'm at the 90-something or other and all this place serves is junk food! Can one of you guys come over and post bail before we starve?" Lisa looked over to Morgaine who was helping JL load some move some equipment and mouthed: We? Morgaine just shrugged. Last they had heard, Kyer had not been able to get anyone to drive her this far north and was looking into alternative transportation. She had said nothing about bringing a companion with her. "Hold on, Kyer. I'll be right over as soon as I can. Just give me the directions." Kyer repeated the street address the guard gave her. "Morgaine--- thank goodness you came!" "Actually, I'm Lisa." "Lisa." *Cousin* Lisa? We'll wasn't this just spiffy? Oh, well... she was still CotK. Kyer extended her hand as if she were afraid it would be bitten off. "Kyer... and" she grabbed her puppet out of her guard's hands before he could stop her, "This is Mr. Spitz. Say hello to Lisa, Mr. Sptiz." Instantly (after a small struggle) the guard relieved her of the toy. "I--think I'd better hold onto this until you're ready to leave the station," he said over her protests. The last thing he wanted was for this 'Lisa' to get accidently squirted and depart in a huff--- without this foreign wacko! Lisa listened in a daze as Kyer rattled off the events of her life since landing in Canada. The rapid-fire words were giving her a headache. "And then they tried to take away Mr. Spitz! I tell you, Lisa, this had better be a darn good reason I'm here, cause I'm not too thrilled with the whole travel experiance right now.... are we, Mr. Spitz?" "Listen, Kyer, If you don't mind my asking," Lisa asked as they headed for the front desk, "what's with the puppet? Talking to it I mean." "It's either that or talk to myself, and doing that makes mom upset. She tends to think you can go barmy if you talk to yourself. Doesn't she, Mr. Spitz?" Kyer noticed the ever-diligent guard standing close by. "Do you mind?" She glared. "This is a private 3-party conversation and *you* weren't invited!" The man sighed heavily before turning to address Lisa. "Maam, seeing as you are both visitors and not permanent residents"-- (thank God)-- " We're willing to let this one go (cause we're tired of listening to her babbling)-- *If* you are willing to take responsibility for your companion and keep her behavior controlled." Lisa was beginning to have doubts *anyone* could control Kyer, but she nodded her head anyway. It was getting late. ______________________________________ End of: Meeting the Natives (1 of 1) _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com From - Fri Aug 13 22:26:14 1999 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Received: from [128.118.56.2] (helo=LISTS.PSU.EDU) by iglou.com with smtp (8.9.3/8.9.3) id 11FTEf-0006WK-00; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 22:07:53 -0400 Received: from PSUVM.PSU.EDU by LISTS.PSU.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 6502; Fri, 13 Aug 99 22:05:27 EDT Received: from LISTS.PSU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@PSUVM) by PSUVM.PSU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 6127; Fri, 13 Aug 1999 22:05:28 -0400 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 19:07:14 PDT Reply-To: Lisa Harvey Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Lisa Harvey Subject: WAR: One 6-Pack Assembled & Ready (1 of 1) Friday Evening To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Message-Id: Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 X-UIDL: 200214c3f3cad7ed3b4187e640eb83eb One 6-Pack Assembled & Ready (1 of 1) Written by: Anjali, Morgaine, Kyer En Ysh Time: Friday evening, around 6:00 p.m., After "Comfy Cottage at Last!" Anjali blinked several times as she approached the comfy cottage. Her eyes felt very weird after travelling from England to Canada with her contact lenses in. She attempted to smooth down her long dark-blonde hair that right now probably looked like she'd been dragged through a bush. It didn't work. Nervously she hoped that Nick hadn't decided to pay a surprise visit *just* yet. The Cousin of the Knight's home for the next two weeks looked just like any country cottage, except... well, bigger. She could hazard a guess that this was because of all the extra stuff that the cottage had that others didn't - like the en suite bathrooms, and the pantry/larder with enough food to fill an army. An army. Anjali grinned at the thought. Now they were at war, the phrase seemed to make more sense. Anjali couldn't resist running round to see the creek and the pond she had been told her room looked out on. It was just as great as she'd imagined, but she didn't get too close, unable to remember if they'd eventually decided on goldfish or pirahnas for the natural pond's inhabitants. She wanted to have a sneak peek at her room, but besides being on the second floor the dark blue curtains were closed. She made a mental note to send a thank you card... no, a letter to Morgaine's auntie for enthusiastically offering to decorate the cottage before they arrived. Perhaps they'd asked for too much... nah. According to Morgaine her Auntie was a painting and decorating fanatic. Satisfied, and deciding she'd better get inside before everyone else arrived first, Anjali traipsed back round to the front door. She hated always being late. As she went inside, she thought she saw one person going down a hallway. She heard some voices, and going towards them, saw several more of whom she supposed would be her fellow Cousins of the Knight, sitting around the living room talking. They all looked up at the college-aged girl as she entered, and she grinned shyly. "Er, hi," She quickly ran her eyes over their heads and counted four. Including the person she'd seen going down the hallway, that was five altogether. Darn. That made her last after all. "Um, did I miss anything?" "You're from England, aren't you?," Kyer gave her a small smile. "I like England--- Watership Down, Sherlock Holmes, Dr. Who. I'm Kyer. Want some mat'e tea? Jalepeno anything?" "Um.. no. No thank you." "Ah." Kyer went silent, daydreaming of Dr. Who and SuperMarionation shows long past. Next to Kyer's still daydreaming figure, a young red-head trembled nervously. "Watership Down? No! Keep it away!" Margie joined in. "Problem, Morgaine?" Morgaine nodded rapidly. "Cartoon movie. It was horrible, horrible! I saw it when I was little...for years I've been haunted by it! The bunnies were trapped underground! The fields were COVERED IN BLOOD!" Margie was apparently used to this. "Anjali, Morgaine. Morgaine, Anjali. And I'm Margie." The others waved. Anjali smiled nervously. "Hi everybody." Morgaine quickly snapped out of it and, nearly tripping over Kyer, bounced up to Anjali. "You're from England! That is so kewl! I'm mostly English myself ya know. So what's England like? You wanna trade nationalities?" "Ummm..." Lisa smiled. "Don't worry. She's always like that...some sorta Britain obsession. By the way, I'm Lisa." "Anjali." Anjali glanced in confusion at the strange puppet sitting on Kyer's lap. "What is that?" At this, Kyer seemed to awaken. "Spitz!" "Excuse me?" Morgaine replied. "Mr. Spitz. He's Kyer's llama." Kyer coughed. "Actually, Mr. Spitz is his own llama. He has free will...he just chooses to remain with me. That's because we understand each other, don't we Mr. Spitz?" "Mutual insanity must be rather bonding," Margie mumbled. Morgaine giggled. Kyer paused long enough to flash Margie an indignant look, and began speaking softly to Mr. Spitz. Anjali slowly nodded. "Was that J.L. I saw going down the hallway?" "Yep. She was headed for the basement," said Morgaine. "She's got stuff down there I've never even heard of! When she tries to explain it, I can feel my brain screaming 'NOOO!' Kyer seems to understand some of it, though. J.L.'