If Simon had the plumbing to empty his bowels, he'd most certainly do so
presently. First you say it, then you do it... as the saying goes.

He's too scared to quip, but that doesn't stop a dozen humdingers from zipping
across his frontal lobe. In standard Simon fashion he distracts himself with
trying to decide which one would have been best, and the likely odds of how
quickly he'd be the first to be fileted. A few top his chart:
10."We fell for this trap faster than a dress at prom."
9. "Uh, is this the Goldstein Bar Mitzvah?"
8. "I told you we shoulda turned left BEFORE Screwd and Fubar!"
7. "Check Please!"
6. "Would you believe I just met them?"
5. "Hey! I was wondering where I lost those?"
4. "It's cheating to take the Rubiks cube apart."
3. "Honey, I'm hoo.... oooo...."
2. "Wasn't this a Twilight Zone episode?"
1. "WOW! This remake of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves has WICKED special
effects!"

If only his mouth worked right now to share such gems of self-destruction.

He hopes whoever talks outloud first doesn't get them all royally munched right
off the bat. Although, that would probably hurt less than slow munching. The
whole concept of live food churns his stomach anyway. And they say SImon is
strange.


> > "To Bayside it is then. My friends, are you ready,?" Tristan questioned the
assemblage of heroes.
> >Perking out of it- "Let's blow this pop stand, boyz n goylz. NYC, here we
come."
> Tristan nods his agreement. As seen before, he casts his teleportation spell
over the group. The transport was almost complete. The sight from outside
Bayside was there for a second, then everyone phased out of space again. They
reappeared in a darkened room. A large table with a few candles around it could
be seen. The three gate pieces rested on top of it.
> Behind the table stood a great evil. It was easy to tell, looking at the deep
red eyes, the shean of flame behind his head. The grin on his dark orange
colored face.
> "The Sorceror," breathed Tristan.
> Nobody was able to move. They were stuck as the Sorceror greeted them.
> "At last we meet. As you can see, I have been attempting to reconstruct the
Gate. Once it is open I will rule this entire dimension."
> "I know there is one piece missing. Tell me where the other segment is. Or my
friends will make you wish you had."
> Out from the darkness beside the table emerged three figures. One was a
horrible looking creature with deep red skin, claws on his hands and feet, wings
on his back. One of the ugliest sights you could imagine. The second was nearly
as awful a sight, with light skin, long teeth, white hair. Last came another
most discusting sight. A short, scaly creature akin to Simon's strange looking
skin. Huge teeth sat inside the large mouth. The big head stared with intense
yellow eyes.
>
> Shuffling sounds behind the group indicated more behind them. Several monsters
like those they fought at the library in Cambridge.
>
> (tags)
>

> "To Bayside it is then. My friends, are you ready,?" Tristan questioned the
assemblage of heroes.

>Perking out of it- "Let's blow this pop stand, boyz n goylz. NYC, here we
come."

Tristan nods his agreement. As seen before, he casts his teleportation spell
over the group. The transport was almost complete. The sight from outside
Bayside was there for a second, then everyone phased out of space again. They
reappeared in a darkened room. A large table with a few candles around it could
be seen. The three gate pieces rested on top of it.

Behind the table stood a great evil. It was easy to tell, looking at the deep
red eyes, the shean of flame behind his head. The grin on his dark orange
colored face.

"The Sorceror," breathed Tristan.

Nobody was able to move. They were stuck as the Sorceror greeted them.

"At last we meet. As you can see, I have been attempting to reconstruct the
Gate. Once it is open I will rule this entire dimension."

"I know there is one piece missing. Tell me where the other segment is. Or my
friends will make you wish you had."

Out from the darkness beside the table emerged three figures. One was a horrible
looking creature with deep red skin, claws on his hands and feet, wings on his
back. One of the ugliest sights you could imagine. The second was nearly as
awful a sight, with light skin, long teeth, white hair. Last came another most
discusting sight. A short, scaly creature akin to Simon's strange looking skin.
Huge teeth sat inside the large mouth. The big head stared with intense yellow
eyes.

Shuffling sounds behind the group indicated more behind them. Several monsters
like those they fought at the library in Cambridge.

(tags)

> >Reading over Ana's shoulder (being tall helps like that), a bit too close for
those with more sensitive noses. He's been munching on decaying fingers when
nervous... yeah, somebody needs some friggin trident and he's tall, skinny, gray
and wrinkly.
> >"New York, NEW YORKKKK" Simon blurts out- badly out of tune.
> Tristan and Jack just watched, trying to figure Simon out, but realizing you
probably can't do that.
> >Chortling at the others flinching, he can't hide a one side smirk.>
> >"Always liked Big Apple turf. Plenty places to go to ground. A body can hide
forever underneath that city. Let's go see the crazies!!!"
> "Yes, New York is our destination," Tristan informed him and the others.
> >"Whattaya say ladies and germs? Port straight there, take care o' bizness,
save the world in time to catch a Broadway show?!"
> "I hope things go as easily as you say."
> >OK...at times like this, being deaf wasn't such a bad thing, Ana decided as
the others cringed at Simon's attempts to belt out a variant of a popular tune
from different sidereals. It must be pretty bad if the two metamorphs were
looking as though they were going to throttle the git within an inch of his
life...or was that "unlife"?
> >The Otherworlder gracefully stepped out of the line of fire, her cloak
swirling about her in the breeze that was picking up with the sunset. She had no
desire to get between a couple of lupinoids with better taste in music than
their current "entertainer" was capable of providing.
> Jack just continued to stare at the other outworlder. The singing had stopped,
mercifully, so it seemed.
> >[You might want t'invest in a pitchpipe, at least.] Ana suggested helpfully.
She still wasn't sure what species their wierd cohort was, but she decided she
was probably better off not knowing. Simon seemed to have purloined some
convenient 'snacks' form belowstairs, and remaining from the destruction. A good
thing that her mask/helm had optional respiratory filtration...the funk of
roadkill was barely notisable after she toggled over to the filter.
[And...perhaps you'll find something suitable in the suburban areas....I hear
there's more on the menu at the Road Kill Cafe outside the Big Orange....]

Simon:
"What? I'm famed throughout the Gargoyle Opera! I'm a legendary vocal talent!"
Simon's face stretches to a silly grin.

"Big Orange, eh. That's which one yer from. Got it. Shoulda placed dat by now.
Getting rusty in me old age. Wait, what? Road kill? Ewwwwwwwww. Gross."

> "Should we win the day, our strange friend can find whatever he likes to eat
off the ground until his heart is content."

Simon:
He twists at the midsection to face Tristan, distraught with apparent offense;
"I declare my good man, what a barbaric suggestion! Eating off the ground?!
Horrible." He straightens his coat like he imagines a gentleman might (probably
from the movies).

"Besides," he mutters, "that battlefield 'd be way too fresh for really good
flavor."
Recovering his normal slouching posture, he adds; "Never scavenge a battlefield
'til they've had a few days to really be dead. Hate it when they start getting
back up. HATE IT."
Hands stuff into his pockets with a shrug. He taps a bit of debris on the floor,
not wanting anybody to notice a softer side- "'Sides... it's only a real jerk
who doesn't give families a chance to find their fallen." He sounds like he's
seen it too many times.

> "To Bayside it is then. My friends, are you ready,?" Tristan questioned the
assemblage of heroes.

Perking out of it- "Let's blow this pop stand, boyz n goylz. NYC, here we come."

<tags>

>Reading over Ana's shoulder (being tall helps like that), a bit too close for
those with more sensitive noses. He's been munching on decaying fingers when
nervous... yeah, somebody needs some friggin trident and he's tall, skinny, gray
and wrinkly.

>"New York, NEW YORKKKK" Simon blurts out- badly out of tune.


Tristan and Jack just watched, trying to figure Simon out, but realizing you
probably can't do that.


>Chortling at the others flinching, he can't hide a one side smirk.

>"Always liked Big Apple turf. Plenty places to go to ground. A body can hide
forever underneath that city. Let's go see the crazies!!!"


"Yes, New York is our destination," Tristan informed him and the others.


>"Whattaya say ladies and germs? Port straight there, take care o' bizness, save
the world in time to catch a Broadway show?!"


"I hope things go as easily as you say."


>OK...at times like this, being deaf wasn't such a bad thing, Ana decided as the
others cringed at Simon's attempts to belt out a variant of a popular tune from
different sidereals. It must be pretty bad if the two metamorphs were looking as
though they were going to throttle the git within an inch of his life...or was
that "unlife"?

>The Otherworlder gracefully stepped out of the line of fire, her cloak swirling
about her in the breeze that was picking up with the sunset. She had no desire
to get between a couple of lupinoids with better taste in music than their
current "entertainer" was capable of providing.


Jack just continued to stare at the other outworlder. The singing had stopped,
mercifully, so it seemed.


>[You might want t'invest in a pitchpipe, at least.] Ana suggested helpfully.
She still wasn't sure what species their wierd cohort was, but she decided she
was probably better off not knowing. Simon seemed to have purloined some
convenient 'snacks' form belowstairs, and remaining from the destruction. A good
thing that her mask/helm had optional respiratory filtration...the funk of
roadkill was barely notisable after she toggled over to the filter.
[And...perhaps you'll find something suitable in the suburban areas....I hear
there's more on the menu at the Road Kill Cafe outside the Big Orange....]


"Should we win the day, our strange friend can find whatever he likes to eat off
the ground until his heart is content."

"To Bayside it is then. My friends, are you ready,?" Tristan questioned the
assemblage of heroes.

(tags)

> The small computer gave Ana the information it had worked on when it belonged
to Bea. Bayside Institute is a mental hospital housing the criminally insane as
well as some with super powers. It confirmed that the villains they've met along
the way were being housed at Bayside. Seeing that Jack was under some form of
control, it's likely these others such as Vermin and Klaw are also under the
direction of the one behind this whole scheme to reforge the Vengeance Gate.
>
> Bayside is in New York City.
>
> (tags)
>

Reading over Ana's shoulder (being tall helps like that), a bit too close for
those with more sensitive noses. He's been munching on decaying fingers when
nervous... yeah, somebody needs some friggin trident and he's tall, skinny, gray
and wrinkly.

"New York, NEW YORKKKK" Simon blurts out- badly out of tune.

Chortling at the others flinching, he can't hide a one side smirk.

"Always liked Big Apple turf. Plenty places to go to ground. A body can hide
forever underneath that city. Let's go see the crazies!!!"

"Whattaya say ladies and germs? Port straight there, take care o' bizness, save
the world in time to catch a Broadway show?!"

>[From clues we found earlier in our travels, signs pointed to something going
on at Bayside. We enountered inmates from there in battle. As well as other
supervillains. ]

>[At the time we needed to stay on the trail of the gate pieces. I think now our
path will take us there.]

>Jack spoke up, "I'm ready to go with you. To find the one that used me against
my will."

>Ana started looking into the intel Bea had compiled on Bayside--and applied her
own espionage and computer skills to access and analyse it further than her
predecessor on the improvised team had done.

>Simon shakes his head, sighing inwardly. [Oookay. Bayside it is. It don't make
sense... but not much does.]


The small computer gave Ana the information it had worked on when it belonged to
Bea. Bayside Institute is a mental hospital housing the criminally insane as
well as some with super powers. It confirmed that the villains they've met along
the way were being housed at Bayside. Seeing that Jack was under some form of
control, it's likely these others such as Vermin and Klaw are also under the
direction of the one behind this whole scheme to reforge the Vengeance Gate.

Bayside is in New York City.

(tags)

Simon shakes his head, sighing inwardly. [Oookay. Bayside it is. It don't make
sense... but not much does.]

He looks around again, feeling like they've missed something. He checks out the
window, checks the sky, listens for house noises or lack thereof... something...
some kinda clue has to be here...

Internal mindstream surfs about for answers:

He arrives in this dimension in the middle of a fight. That, in and of itself,
is not that uncommon for Simon. But then people start appearing and
disappearing. Dimensional anomalies are supposed to be RARE, not increasing at a
geometric rate. Bad mojo. Combined with the sickening pit in his gut, he knows
what is wrong. He's supposed to be able to come and go to dimensions as he
pleases and he can't. That's what isn't right. Everybody that ain't supposed to
dimension hop IS and those who are s'posed to can't. Great.

But what about the rest of this? Gate pieces. Infernally fueled technomantic
motorcycles. GAWDS that bike sounded sweeeeet. Focus, Simon, focus. Arrive in
Antartica or the Arctic or somesuch coldashell spot. Port to a quaint little
home with residue of badass wizards amongst its flavors. Then head out to
Transyl-fricking-vania to a ransacked castle. More people popping in and out.
Red sash guy. Werewolves and lions and tigers oh my. Find a mad scientist who
just got mugged. Say hi, then leave his ass there. Random shite happening for no
apparent reason, with no clear connection about who or what any of them are.

Simon wonders if ANY of his current comrades can make any more sense out of this
than he can. It seems like the only one who hasn't popped in and out is Tristan.
Simon doesn't like the situation. He doesn't really know any of them from Eve.
Who to trust? Who the hell knows. His gut said go with them, so he did. This
gate piece fiasco is definitely at the core of it- and hopefully it will solve
Simon's no-dimension-hopping problem.

*Alrighty ya wrinkly bastich, bottom line is the only odds for fixing da li'l
transportation problem is keep on keepin' on with random-appearance-team of good
guys. Quit rackin' yer feeble brain over puzzles ya got no business chewing on
n' listen to the Eric-the-spellslinger,* Simon chides himself.



> >"Ana. See if there is a small computer device in the satchel you found. If
you would, access the information on Bayside Institute. I'm sure you can operate
it much better than I."
>
> >[One tic...] Ana replied as she rummaged around for the small computer she'd
been looking at the night before, [Got it...now, what're we looking for
exactly?]
>
>
> [From clues we found earlier in our travels, signs pointed to something going
on at Bayside. We enountered inmates from there in battle. As well as other
supervillains.]
>
> [At the time we needed to stay on the trail of the gate pieces. I think now
our path will take us there.]
>
> Jack spoke up, "I'm ready to go with you. To find the one that used me against
my will."
>
> (tags)
>

>"Ana. See if there is a small computer device in the satchel you found. If you
would, access the information on Bayside Institute. I'm sure you can operate it
much better than I."

>[One tic...] Ana replied as she rummaged around for the small computer she'd
been looking at the night before, [Got it...now, what're we looking for
exactly?]


[From clues we found earlier in our travels, signs pointed to something going on
at Bayside. We enountered inmates from there in battle. As well as other
supervillains.]

[At the time we needed to stay on the trail of the gate pieces. I think now our
path will take us there.]

Jack spoke up, "I'm ready to go with you. To find the one that used me against
my will."

(tags)

>Simon's tension evaporates at the theatrical cliche' sound of Tristan's choice
of words.

>"Oh jeez," Simon rubs his forehead in disbelief at Tristan's question,
shuddering at the over-the-top sound of it. "Fight the forces of evil..." he
mutters, rolling his eyes.

>"What have I gotten myself into this time?" the lanky fellow asks the ceiling.
He smirks at Tristan. "You're corny. I needed dat."


Tristan gives him a wry grin, conveying he may have known just what to say in
the moment. "It will be good to have you at our side."


>Adjusting his fedora, Simon suggests, "Let's track 'em down. Either of you
wizardy folk sense the afterbuzz of a teleport or dimensional shift?"

>Ana shook her head, [I've gotten nothing t'suggest such...]

>She concentrated again, attuning herself to minutae of the enviroment, sensing
for sudden shifts of magic, psi-talent or energy to indicate some form of
teleportation had occurred recently...


Both Ana and Tristan seemed to be concentrating at the same time. Each could
feel or see the recent use of magic in this place. Their adversaries did
teleport away.

"Ana. See if there is a small computer device in the satchel you found. If you
would, access the information on Bayside Institute. I'm sure you can operate it
much better than I."

(tags)

> >[Nothing upstairs...oddly...intact.] Ana told the necrovore and their
Asgardian comrade. [Anything of use belowstairs?]
> [I don't think so. There is magic about this place, especially the basement.
The piece is gone though.]
> Ana and Eric joined the rest of the players in this high stakes game.
> [Stand strong Simon! We are close to finding those behind this. Art thou ready
to help fight the forces of evil?]
>
> (tags)


Simon's tension evaporates at the theatrical cliche' sound of Tristan's choice
of words.

"Oh jeez," Simon rubs his forehead in disbelief at Tristan's question, 
shuddering at the over-the-top sound of it. "Fight the forces of evil..." he
mutters, rolling his eyes.

"What have I gotten myself into this time?" the lanky fellow asks the ceiling.
He smirks at Tristan. "You're corny. I needed dat."

Adjusting his fedora, Simon suggests, "Let's track 'em down. Either of you
wizardy folk sense the afterbuzz of a teleport or dimensional shift?"

>[Ana, you picked up some things that I think belonged to Bea when you appeared
among our ranks did you not?]

>[Yes. A satchel of gear, the cloak I'm wearing and a few things she must've
dropped.] Ana confirmed, via the mindlink. [I've retained custody of them. I'm
hardly in a position t'turn down useful things...what in particular were you
looking for?]


[She had a small computer device. It has some information I need to look at
now.]


>[A'right...we'll be there in a tic.] Ana agreed as she gestured for Eric to
follow her back down stairs, [And what shall we do with the American
lycanthrope?]


Tristan and Simon had made it back up to the front door. The "Werewolf" was
still there. "Nothing happening here," he remarked.

"That's good," he answered. "We'll be taking our leave soon. Do you want to go
with us to find those responsible for using you against your will?"

Grinning, "I sure do!"


>Eric carefully followed Ana back down the stairs, ever treading lightly and
cautiously. His mind still churned a bit with thoughts of home, and the friends
and situation left behind there. But for now he was here, and he strove to focus
on the situation at hand.

>[What's next then?] he inquired curiously.

>[We try t'track whereever they may have gone--or a possible source t'all this
nonsense.] Ana replied, patting the young metamorph on the shoulder.


[I think I know our next destination Eric. It might be the final one on this
chase of ours.]


>Simon send-thinks to the others: [Did anybody find anything of the attackers?
Anything they dropped? Maybe I can get something off it. If we dunno who dey
are, we got less chance eh tracking dem down, right? Right? Frak this sucks. We
got no leads except what these crackheads look like.]

>[Nothing upstairs...oddly...intact.] Ana told the necrovore and their Asgardian
comrade. [Anything of use belowstairs?]


[I don't think so. There is magic about this place, especially the basement. The
piece is gone though.]

Ana and Eric joined the rest of the players in this high stakes game.

[Stand strong Simon! We are close to finding those behind this. Art thou ready
to help fight the forces of evil?]

(tags)

Simon send-thinks to the others: [Did anybody find anything of the attackers?
Anything they dropped? Maybe I can get something off it. If we dunno who dey
are, we got less chance eh tracking dem down, right? Right? Frak this sucks. We
got no leads except what these crackheads look like.]


--- In Sorcerous_Knights@yahoogroups.com, "K.N. Theriault"
<an.ironbutterfly@...> wrote:
>
> [He's waking up now. First guess is our doctor was doing experiments. These
bodies were likely destroyed by our adversaries and then they took the gate
piece.]
>  
> [Necromancer, eh?] Ana replied with a tinge of disgust slipping into her
mindvoice. [That's a matter for the locals. We've got biger things t'find,
t'would seem.]
>
> >The pair found that the hallway went around in a circle. More accurately, a
square, but it brought them back around to the staircase. Along they way, they
found nothing disturbed. There were bedrooms and a library. No sign that anyone
had been up that shouldn't be. Both were impressed by the number of very old
looking antiques.
>
> >Ana examined some of the antiquities, trying to determine if they had been
imprinted by magic use. She might not have Simon's Speaking Touch, but she had
psychic senses of her own...
>
> Occasionally she would come across something that held a bit of magic. None of
the items looked like anything of importance or very powerful.
>
> [I'm not finding anything pertinent up here.] the Otherworlder concluded,
nodding to Eric, [I think it's time t'join Tristan and Simon in the foyer and be
on our way...]
>  
> <?>
>  
> [I don't like what this man was up to in this house,] Tristan said over the
mental link. [I don't think we have the time to stick around and see what to do
about him.]
>
> [Ana, you picked up some things that I think belonged to Bea when you appeared
among our ranks did you not?]
>  
> [Yes. A satchel of gear, the cloak I'm wearing and a few things she
must've dropped.] Ana confirmed, via the mindlink. [I've retained custody of
them. I'm hardly in a position t'turn down useful things...what in particular
were you looking for?]
>  
> <?>
>
> [We'll meet you back in the foyer. I think there's something that will lead us
to our next destination. One that might be our last stop in this game of hide
and seek.]
>  
> [A'right...we'll be there in a tic.] Ana agreed as she gestured for Eric to
follow her back down stairs, [And what shall we do with the American
lycanthrope?]
>
> (tags)
>

?"Doctor. Are you alright?"

>The small man shudders at the site of Simon. Surprisingly, he takes the
otherworlders appearance pretty well. "I...think I'm alright. Who are you
people?"

>"We're friends. We came in search of a certain item, but I fear it's gone now,"
as Tristan glanced at the trunk.

>After Tristan helps him up, "Yes. It's gone."

>Simon mutters, "No worries Doc. I only bite AFTER you're dead. Tastes great,
less filling, right?"


He just looked at Simon and seemed to just accept what he was seeing. Tristan
helped him to his feet.


>He looks to Tristan, "So we're screwed, blued and tattooed, eh? The piece is
missing. Please tell me they don't have all the pieces. I know you're going to
tell me that already, but sugar coat it somehow." His dorky humor is gone from
his face, replaced by pained urgency. Stress stripes his visage.


"I don't think they have all the pieces. I can't say that for certain though."

[I don't like what this man was up to in this house,] Tristan said over the
mental link. [I don't think we have the time to stick around and see what to do
about him.]

[Ana, you picked up some things that I think belonged to Bea when you appeared
among our ranks did you not?]

[We'll meet you back in the foyer. I think there's something that will lead us
to our next destination. One that might be our last stop in this game of hide
and seek.]

(tags)

>Tristan replied. [I've found the man. I believe it's our Doctor Wertner.]

>[What's his status?] Ana inquired. [And does he seem to be part of the issue?]


Tristan looked around the room. It appears to be a medical laboratory

[He's waking up now. First guess is our doctor was doing experiments. These
bodies were likely destroyed by our adversaries and then they took the gate
piece.]


>The pair found that the hallway went around in a circle. More accurately, a
square, but it brought them back around to the staircase. Along they way, they
found nothing disturbed. There were bedrooms and a library. No sign that anyone
had been up that shouldn't be. Both were impressed by the number of very old
looking antiques.

>Ana examined some of the antiquities, trying to determine if they had been
imprinted by magic use. She might not have Simon's Speaking Touch, but she had
psychic senses of her own...


Occasionally she would come across something that held a bit of magic. None of
the items looked like anything of importance or very powerful.

> "Doctor. Are you alright?"
>
> The small man shudders at the site of Simon. Surprisingly, he takes the
> otherworlders appearance pretty well. "I...think I'm alright. Who are
> you people?"
>
> "We're friends. We came in search of a certain item, but I fear it's gone
now," as Tristan glanced at the trunk.
>
> After Tristan helps him up, "Yes. It's gone."

Simon mutters, "No worries Doc. I only bite AFTER you're dead. Tastes great,
less filling, right?"

He looks to Tristan, "So we're screwed, blued and tattooed, eh? The piece is
missing. Please tell me they don't have all the pieces. I know you're going to
tell me that already, but sugar coat it somehow." His dorky humor is gone from
his face, replaced by pained urgency. Stress stripes his visage.

(tag tristan)

> Simon looks through the smashed chest for anything remaining, scanning it to
see what it held.
>
> Unless he finds something interesting in there, he crawls over to the guy in
the lab coat and gives him a look, rifling through his pockets for ID and
anything else interesting. He's unconscious, he won't argue. He scans the lab
coat in the process.

The chest is empty. It's a very nice looking piece with plush velour interior.
Odds are the gate piece used to reside there.

Tristan checked on the fallen doctor, with Simon looking over his shoulder.
Slowly he begins to regain consciousness.

[We've found the doctor. Once you've finished upstairs please join us.]

"Doctor. Are you alright?"

The small man shudders at the site of Simon. Surprisingly, he takes the
otherworlders appearance pretty well. "I...think I'm alright. Who are you
people?"

"We're friends. We came in search of a certain item, but I fear it's gone now,"
as Tristan glanced at the trunk.

After Tristan helps him up, "Yes. It's gone."

(tags)

Simon looks through the smashed chest for anything remaining, scanning it to see
what it held.

Unless he finds something interesting in there, he crawls over to the guy in the
lab coat and gives him a look, rifling through his pockets for ID and anything
else interesting. He's unconscious, he won't argue. He scans the lab coat in the
process.

Rolls: 80, 71, 09, 45, 49

> >"Hey, uhh... where'd everybody go? Oh Jeez. Don't tell me EVERYBODY
disappeared!" he cries out loud, throwing his arms up in exasparation.
>
> Simon heard the mental voice of Tristan in his mind. [I'm heading down the
stairs.]
>
> >He scurries over the interior wreckage towards the basement stairs to follow
Tristan. Hopefully there will be a library somewhere. /Old evil mojo folk go for
the library scene,/ he considers.
>
> >The way people have disappeared right and left have him rather edgy about
being by himself in this hellhole dimension. A nagging feeling of dread pulls at
the back of his mind, which he promptly pretends he doesn't feel.
>
>
> Unfortunately, Simon has enough experience to know that feeling he's having is
probably right. He'd have to see about getting his dimension traveling abilities
going again.
>
>
> >He's starting to feel less than useful, not turning up anything of value from
the house. A trait oft followed by more incessant nervous jabber and nibbling on
finger food.
>
> >He scans the floor of the hallway and staircase with his Touch to see if the
mooks went this way. Trying to get a full picture of what went down, hoping it
will be useful.
>
>
> His psychometry power did little more than it has been so far. Some jumbled
images of the characters he saw before as the ones that broke in. A lot of other
things that was all running together for him, unable to really tell much at all.
>
> At the bottom of the stairs, Simon looked around and saw Tristan a short
distance ahead of him. The scene was very much the same as upstairs, the place
had been completely destroyed.
>
> There was one obvious difference though. The room had all kinds of body parts
strewn around.
>
> [Please try not to eat the pieces Simon. I think they used to be zombies.]
>
> Also amidst the rubble is a man lying on the floor in a white lab coach,
unconscious. Tristan makes his way over to lend aid, as he does pointing at a
large trunk that has been busted open.
>
> [Ana, Eric. How goes with you? We seem to have found Doctor Werner.]
>
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>

>The Otherworlder turned her thoughts to Tristan, [Methinks you're going t'find
a victim in the basement. Seems t'be still alive, but most likely
unconscious...have a care though, because playing 'possum' isn't that difficult
for someone with the right training...you might want t'have Simon check any
clothing or anything with his Speaking Touch.]


Tristan replied. [I've found the man. I believe it's our Doctor Wertner.]


>Then she turned back to Eric, [Let's check left first, then right...we're not
going t'split up. Too many unknowns here...]

>Eric silently nodded his assent, proceeding down the left corridor of the
hallway slowly and cautiously, keeping his senses sharp as he maintained his
vigil for potential trouble. He paused and sniffed the air every so often,
cocking his head slightly as he listened for any signs of activity, watching
carefully for open doors from whence anything might suddenly leap forth.


The pair found that the hallway went around in a circle. More accurately, a
square, but it brought them back around to the staircase. Along they way, they
found nothing disturbed. There were bedrooms and a library. No sign that anyone
had been up that shouldn't be. Both were impressed by the number of very old
looking antiques.

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>"Hey, uhh... where'd everybody go? Oh Jeez. Don't tell me EVERYBODY
disappeared!" he cries out loud, throwing his arms up in exasparation.


Simon heard the mental voice of Tristan in his mind. [I'm heading down the
stairs.]


>He scurries over the interior wreckage towards the basement stairs to follow
Tristan. Hopefully there will be a library somewhere. /Old evil mojo folk go for
the library scene,/ he considers.

>The way people have disappeared right and left have him rather edgy about being
by himself in this hellhole dimension. A nagging feeling of dread pulls at the
back of his mind, which he promptly pretends he doesn't feel.


Unfortunately, Simon has enough experience to know that feeling he's having is
probably right. He'd have to see about getting his dimension traveling abilities
going again.


>He's starting to feel less than useful, not turning up anything of value from
the house. A trait oft followed by more incessant nervous jabber and nibbling on
finger food.

>He scans the floor of the hallway and staircase with his Touch to see if the
mooks went this way. Trying to get a full picture of what went down, hoping it
will be useful.


His psychometry power did little more than it has been so far. Some jumbled
images of the characters he saw before as the ones that broke in. A lot of other
things that was all running together for him, unable to really tell much at all.

At the bottom of the stairs, Simon looked around and saw Tristan a short
distance ahead of him. The scene was very much the same as upstairs, the place
had been completely destroyed.

There was one obvious difference though. The room had all kinds of body parts
strewn around.

[Please try not to eat the pieces Simon. I think they used to be zombies.]

Also amidst the rubble is a man lying on the floor in a white lab coach,
unconscious. Tristan makes his way over to lend aid, as he does pointing at a
large trunk that has been busted open.

[Ana, Eric. How goes with you? We seem to have found Doctor Werner.]

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