[Book VII, Act VIII, Scene I. A grotty room in an inn. ALICE, AUSTIN, CHARLIE, CLINT, DUR and MAC are here, all sleeping. HARVEY, still injured, was allowed to stay at the house.]

Alice: [Slowly stirs and looks around] Aw, crap, it wasn't a dream.

Austin: [Immediately sits up and starts flattening down the creases in his suit] Yes, the condition of this room is an absolute nightmare.


Mac: [Groggily] Wow, things have certainly gotten more interesting.


Dur: [Sits up with a yawn.] Yeah, get used to the feeling.From qvblogger MIME-Version: 1.0 Received: by with HTTP; Tue, 22 Mar 2011 07:02:24 -0700 (PDT) Date: Tue, 22 Mar 2011 14:02:24 +0000 Delivered-To: conor.r@gmail.com Message-ID: <AANLkTinZTX5g8wW_nDfs4z9jhu4ETk_rS5VcDYiTKUJG@mail.gmail.com> To: Vel Angelus <velangelus1@gmail.com> Cc: Heather <heather.goggans@gmail.com>, "Day, Kevin R. (Las Colinas) NA" <Kevin.Day@hanson.biz>, Tom Henderson <Thomas.Henderson@rice.edu>, dom <djmalzie@gmail.com>, Tom Henderson <th4@rice.edu>, Colin Dinan <Colin.Dinan@version1.com>, Colin <dinancolin@googlemail.com>, djmalzie <djmalzie@googlemail.com>, QVBlogger <qvblogger@gmail.com>, "john.ludlow.uk@gmail.com" <john.ludlow.uk@gmail.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1

Alice: I know! What do these new visions mean, I wonder?


Charlie: [Sits on the edge of her bed, red-eyed and looking very pale. Dazed] I don't know. I suppose we had better [vaguely] --do something. . . .


Mac: I guess we're going to get in a big fight and all die... [To Charlie] Do you think the thing with Pestilence and your Father was a vision?


Austin: There were certainly some references made to him having had a vision in which he was killed in his study.


Charlie: [To Mac] Do you mean, do I think Pestilence didn't really kill Father? Perhaps it was a vision? [Shakes her head] It feels too real. [To Austin] But, yes, Father must have known he was going to die like that. No wonder he was out of his mind. . . .


Alice: So, uh, are you barred from the house now? I mean, I guess you own it, right? After all, Rudyard probably didn't get a chance to change his will before, well, before Pestilence got to him.


Mac: [Trying to be tactful] Wouldn't it go to Leslie, with him being the eldest son?


Charlie: [To Mac] In my family, traditionally, the manor is passed to the eldest daughter. Yes, it was to be my home when I was ready to [grim smile] settle down. I suppose that, legally, it remains mine, though of course Mother and Grandmother retain certain rights and could still disown me.


Mac: Oh, right. Well, I don't think they were the sort to do that.


Dur: You never know Mac. Dismemberment of loved ones has a tendency to change people for the worst. Or at least my patients family's were never very p= lease with it...From qvblogger Delivered-To: conor.r@gmail.com Received: by with SMTP id l6cs89882icn; Tue, 22 Mar 2011 07:45:03 -0700 (PDT) Return-Path: <heather.goggans@gmail.com> Received-SPF: pass (google.com: domain of heather.goggans@gmail.com designates as permitted sender) client-ip=; Authentication-Results: mr.google.com; spf=pass (google.com: domain of heather.goggans@gmail.com designates as permitted sender) smtp.mail=heather.goggans@gmail.com; dkim=pass header.i=heather.goggans@gmail.com Received: from mr.google.com ( [] ) by with SMTP id p12mr7321474wer.91.1300805102381 (num_hops = 1); Tue, 22 Mar 2011 07:45:02 -0700 (PDT) DKIM-Signature: v=1; a=rsa-sha256; c=relaxed/relaxed; d=gmail.com; s=gamma; h=domainkey-signature:mime-version:date:message-id:subject:from:to:cc :content-type; bh=YLu/D1BGL6LEDNMjPKeFjaI0/siPh72GEktDgaObTwY=; b=e6g6zYD77EQFHp2KsosFi3tvUEi6ZiuIzlg+PlwuofwNGFO8oiydZpn4TG7q4iwvn2 vZt+vqRE0gYv8rFSuK5VGGeo4EnN2/jxTjlhShfqMHcIXt7XZdomKyAenRx21VFn25w8 S0EgsyFXSKGcsqjqhe1vlBbQ8w9jiPuoQ7z3MDomainKey-Signature: a=rsa-sha1; c=nofws; d=gmail.com; s=gamma; h=mime-version:date:message-id:subject:from:to:cc:content-type; b=kRtMuf83uA/KTre9ue5USb3zmtgpeyZBBFsv6L6yJPhX0OVI5EXBovt1YMdhunRE38 mt+LwjOEXJ716QyqTA3z9L2z7qnXRnY3xzvH70u9R1jz8pwJWDXp4pUVdqlk8hQ5hz9f GCg/jJIcYvMhEiRf7FlfvQlR4QPVSbyBTj5XYMIME-Version: 1.0 Received: by with SMTP id p12mr4962313wer.91.1300805100435; Tue, 22 Mar 2011 07:45:00 -0700 (PDT) Received: by with HTTP; Tue, 22 Mar 2011 07:45:00 -0700 (PDT) Date: Tue, 22 Mar 2011 14:45:00 +0000 Message-ID: <AANLkTikuOrBfR2vgXJHBYLmDY3LV9tv_906eAqbcUa=1@mail.gmail.com> To: "Day, Kevin R. (Las Colinas) NA" <Kevin.Day@hanson.biz> Cc: Vel Angelus <velangelus1@gmail.com>, Conor Ryan <conor.r@gmail.com>, Tom Henderson <Thomas.Henderson@rice.edu>, dom <djmalzie@gmail.com>, Tom Henderson <th4@rice.edu>, Colin Dinan <Colin.Dinan@version1.com>, Colin <dinancolin@googlemail.com>, djmalzie <djmalzie@googlemail.com>, QVBlogger <qvblogger@gmail.com>, "john.ludlow.uk@gmail.com" <john.ludlow.uk@gmail.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1

Charlie: [Winces at Dur's words. Sharply] Could we please not talk about that anymore? Let's focus on the vision. Does anyone have any idea what we were arguing about?


Alice: Hold on, did we all have the same vision?


Charlie: [Surprised] I assumed we had, but that's a good question! In mine, we were all arguing, and the fighting escalating until we killed each other. What happened in yours?


Mac: Good point Alice. In my vision we all argue with each other and end up killing each other, and there's a strange man, and Dur is the only one left alive!


Dur: Really? My only vision was of me eating a FAM IN A CAN sandwich. [Thinks] Or maybe that was just a dream. Errr... Looks like I didn't have a visi= on again gang.From qvblogger MIME-Version: 1.0 Received: by with HTTP; Tue, 22 Mar 2011 08:31:47 -0700 (PDT) Date: Tue, 22 Mar 2011 15:31:47 +0000 Delivered-To: conor.r@gmail.com Message-ID: <AANLkTikRPYEujAfsgUa=9pF17pT2ubyraDfGBJZ8Cjso@mail.gmail.com> To: "Day, Kevin R. (Las Colinas) NA" <Kevin.Day@hanson.biz> Cc: Vel Angelus <velangelus1@gmail.com>, Heather <heather.goggans@gmail.com>, Tom Henderson <Thomas.Henderson@rice.edu>, dom <djmalzie@gmail.com>, Tom Henderson <th4@rice.edu>, Colin Dinan <Colin.Dinan@version1.com>, Colin <dinancolin@googlemail.com>, djmalzie <djmalzie@googlemail.com>, QVBlogger <qvblogger@gmail.com>, "john.ludlow.uk@gmail.com" <john.ludlow.uk@gmail.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1

Austin: I too had virtually the same dream. Although I'm sure you other simply failed to mention it, I was wearing a particularly nice suit in it. In fact, it is a suit that I already possess, and have with me now.

Alice: I dreamed it too! In mine there were loads of meteors in the sky. Did you all see that too?


Mac: Yea! Seems we all had the same vision, except Dur. Does that mean our old ones won't come true? And do you think everyone who had one previously has a new one?


Alice: Huh. This one certainly seems to look like it's going to happen sooner than the first, doesn't it?

;;; Gone for about an hour


Charlie: Yes, and quite soon. I just can't imagine what would drive us to attack one another like that!


Alice: I know! [To Mac] We never attack each other. Well, except for Pestilence.

[The door into the room opens. Enter PESTILENCE, carrying some newspapers and some donuts. He's back to his normal dress of all leather, but looks very chirpy.]

Pestilence: Hi gang! Some night last night, eh? [Playfully] Who wants donuts?


Charlie: [Grabs her sword and attempts to run Pestilence through with it] How DARE you?!


Mac: Ended on a rather sour note, wouldn't you say? [Takes a donut]


Pestilence: [Nonchalantly] Well, I've seen worse-


Pestilence: Ow! Hey, that really hurt! [Sighs] So, I guess you're still miffed, eh?


Charlie: Brilliantly deduced! [Furious] You murdered my father last night! How did you expect me to react?!


Clint: [Tired and unamused by his vision.] I did try to warn you that some chicks aren't into that! [Gets ready to defend Charlie if needsbe.]

;;; Just a reminder - I'm deep into conference prep here, leave tomorrow,

;;; back Friday.


Dur: [Clearing his throat awkwardly] In his defense... Does Pestilence EVERthink before acting?=


Charlie: [Nodding at Dur. To Pestilence, nearly hysterical] That's an excellent question! When you pretended to leave, as I asked you, then snuck back into my family home to hack my father to pieces with an axe that belonged to my great-grandfather, practically in the presence of my entire family, ON OUR WEDDING NIGHT did you take a moment to consider just how much it might hurt me?! And the rest of my family? Do you realize I am no longer welcome at Bodenringham Manor? That I have been asked NOT to attend my own father's funeral, all because no one in my family trusts me anymore because I put so much faith in YOU?! I believed in you! I trusted you! I-- [falters, fiercely fighting back tears] Darling, how could you?!


Clint: [Uncomfortable.] This sounds like something for the two of you to work out...


Pestilence: Hey, that's not fair -- it wasn't our wedding night, it was the night after!


Charlie: [Shaking with rage] Get OUT. Stay away from my family, stay away from my friends, and leave me alone.

;;; I won't be around most of the morning tomorrow

;;; but will be back in the afternoon, FYI.


Mac: Regardless of the night. I think killing your father-in-law is unacceptable, even if it is for reasons of love.


Clint: Although, unacceptable or not, it sounds like every husband's dream!


Pestilence: Yeesh, well, excuse me for trying to protect you. [Grabs the donuts, including the one Mac already has a bite taken out of and storms out, slamming the door behind him]

[The party can hear him talking loudly to someone outside.]

Pestilence: You're fired!

Alice: Yikes, that was weird. [To Charlie] Are you okay? [Looks down at the headline on one of the papers, which reads "No More Good News", before flicking to the next which has "We're All Gonna Die!"] Well, that can't be good!


Mac: [To Charlie] Not wanting to sound callous, but erm... I think we need to m-move on. We still have a job to do, [to everyone] don't we?


Austin: [Firmly] Of course we do. The Parker Kensingtons are made of strong stuff, Charlie will be fine. [Looks at another paper with the headline "Oh no!" and another that simply says "Bugger."] I suspect we're not the only ones to have had another vision.


[There's a knock on the door. ALICE opens it. There stands JERRICK ADAAR, the man who appeared in the visions.]

Alice: You!

Jerrick: Yes.

Alice: What do you want? How did you find us? [Looks back to the party] This is weird, right?


Mac: Oh my! You're the guy who starts the fight! [To Alice] Do you think it would stop the vision if we killed him now?


;;; From John, sent to just me:

Jerrick: [glaring at Austin] Your friend who was just here hired me - I know some ways to get certain things to certain places. He thought I might be able to help you people.

Austin: Interesting. And did we appear in your vision?

Alice: [To Mac] We tried that, when Fred killed someone who killed him in his vision. He had another one right away in which he was killed sooner!


;;; From John

Jerrick: [to Austin] Yeah, in fact you killed me, pretty boy. You guys were arguing and then you stabbed me in the back. Care to shed any light on that?

Austin: [Shrugs] Good taste?

Alice: [To Jerrick] You seemed to be arguing pretty strongly too, if I remember right.


;;; From John

Jerrick: [To Alice] You remember anything useful, like how it started?

Alice: I'm thinking it might have been you being a bit of a jerk!

;;; He's all yours, John


Charlie: [Now composed] None of us have the slightest idea how we go from a reasonably functional group to a pack a brawling traitors! [To Jerrick] We do= need help avoiding HARMA, though, so it was smart of Pestilence to hire you.=


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Jerrick: [To Alice] You remember anything useful, like how it started?

;;; Probably almost ready to post directly - even remembered to update the

post # !



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Jerrick: Or you, just being you? Look, this has been fun, but what exactly do we do now? I was just fired, unless you still want me for something.



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Alice: [To Jerrick] So, who are you? What's your name? [Leans in] Do you like oranges?


Austin: And how do you intend to do that? Do you have some sort of transportation? [Straightens a cuff]


Charlie: Don't be silly, Alice! There's no need to get personal with the hired help. We shall call him Driver, and that will suffice!=


Mac: [To Jerrick] We expect nothing but the finest transport, you understand. [To Alice, quietly] This is fun! How long do we keep it up?


Alice: Until he's either one of us or storms off in a huff!


Charlie: [To Jerrick] Driver, have you run afoul of HARMA before? Have you any warrants and such? If not, then what more do we need to know?=


;;; Sent to just me by accident

Jerrick: [Grins at Charlie] Sweetie, you don't last long in my line of work without making some friends. What you need isn't someone who's never had any warrants. You need someone who's had warrants on them, but knows what to do about them. [To Party] There's a carriage outside. If that's not good enough for you lot, then you can walk.

Alice: He's sauve. [Goes to look out the window] Hey look! There's a meteor outside!

[This is true. There's a single meteor shooting across the sky. It looks very similar to the ones in the vision.]


Charlie: [To Jerrick, raising an eyebrow] Sweetie?! [To Alice] I DID mentionmy homicidal husband, didn't I?! [Looks up at the sky, awestruck] Isn't it= magnificent? Though, of course, rather a bad sign!From qvblogger Delivered-To: conor.r@gmail.com Received: by with SMTP id hv2cs75801qcb; Wed, 23 Mar 2011 05:28:29 -0700 (PDT) Received: by with SMTP id m3mr7233891wed.9.1300883308839; Wed, 23 Mar 2011 05:28:28 -0700 (PDT) Return-Path: <velangelus1@gmail.com> Received: from mail-wy0-f179.google.com (mail-wy0-f179.google.com [] ) by mx.google.com with ESMTPS id o52si14951392wee.159.2011. (version=TLSv1/SSLv3 cipher=OTHER); Wed, 23 Mar 2011 05:28:28 -0700 (PDT) Received-SPF: pass (google.com: domain of velangelus1@gmail.com designates as permitted sender) client-ip=; Authentication-Results: mx.google.com; spf=pass (google.com: domain of velangelus1@gmail.com designates as permitted sender) smtp.mail=velangelus1@gmail.com; dkim=pass (test mode) header.i=@gmail.com Received: by mail-wy0-f179.google.com with SMTP id 26so7355436wyj.38 for <multiple recipients>; Wed, 23 Mar 2011 05:28:27 -0700 (PDT) DKIM-Signature: v=1; a=rsa-sha256; c=relaxed/relaxed; d=gmail.com; s=gamma; h=domainkey-signature:message-id:date:from:user-agent:mime-version:to :cc:subject:references:in-reply-to:content-type :content-transfer-encoding:x-antivirus:x-antivirus-status; bh=AQyTcVNfH75xhVcAaILo1hNlI27prpdP7QV7AfTjwws=; b=TT7RATq3QHd39zpqHIwQeTAKv0SrFIfStRsGzhltiPDIU49zcK0ofta0MLHAc7f+2n EQ7tqpP2erhn85p1R1OaDbCluw3FJT311S2pwVTGZeAY3hc4nXzMwyfznT7pngjUXSN4 YfbAIqSzBwO7x4cp0P5ZFlqlt5bm6UNnEGPogDomainKey-Signature: a=rsa-sha1; c=nofws; d=gmail.com; s=gamma; h=message-id:date:from:user-agent:mime-version:to:cc:subject :references:in-reply-to:content-type:content-transfer-encoding :x-antivirus:x-antivirus-status; b=rliJC7/bnbTdV07NKbpdzxh/1elvdBZuAvh/+78IV9mWAws8giz+pc6QttZ7517qR6 ywKtCJKBhyTcMaUfuSsmoZrD+jpBL2IAlRjLT5iBJn+G7mQofiJ5MVf8LvDNWB2TcHKE E+y6OdDaYpZYIKTsnPTwHyvdcUfguJpo129hoReceived: by with SMTP id p13mr1041910wbz.64.1300883307168; Wed, 23 Mar 2011 05:28:27 -0700 (PDT) Return-Path: <velangelus1@gmail.com> Received: from [] (cpc5-hitc6-2-0-cust74.9-2.cable.virginmedia.com [] ) by mx.google.com with ESMTPS id bs4sm1921425wbb.35.2011. (version=SSLv3 cipher=OTHER); Wed, 23 Mar 2011 05:28:26 -0700 (PDT) Message-ID: <4D89E771.7060202@gmail.com> Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2011 12:28:33 +0000 User-Agent: Mozilla/5.0 (Windows; U; Windows NT 6.1; en-GB; rv: Gecko/20110303 Lightning/1.0b2 Thunderbird/3.1.9 MIME-Version: 1.0 To: Heather Goggans <heather.goggans@gmail.com> CC: Conor Ryan <conor.r@gmail.com>, John Ludlow <john.ludlow.uk@gmail.com>, TomHenderson <th4@rice.edu>, TomHenderson <Thomas.Henderson@rice.edu>, "Day,Kevin R. (Las Colinas) NA" <Kevin.Day@hanson.biz>, dom <djmalzie@gmail.com>, Colin Dinan <Colin.Dinan@version1.com>, Colin <dinancolin@googlemail.com>, djmalzie <djmalzie@googlemail.com>, QVBlogger <qvblogger@gmail.com> References: <AANLkTin6n8gPuS2pcL_9nO3UoZdKVP+uFg2=C_gErNze@mail.gmail.com> <1C850DB3-EE43-42AD-B02C-CBD8C50C9A02@gmail.com> In-Reply-To: <1C850DB3-EE43-42AD-B02C-CBD8C50C9A02@gmail.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1; format=flowed Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Antivirus: avast! (VPS 110322-1, 22/03/2011), Outbound message X-Antivirus-Status: Clean

Mac: O-oh erm... W-what now? W-we'd b-best avoid Q-Queen's V-v-view if t-that's w-where we all d-d-die!


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Jerrick: What about avoiding each other? I mean, if we all end up killing each other...



[The street below is filled with people staring up at the sky, clearly terrified, some even more frightened than MAC. Also below is a HARMA officer, TOMPARS, who the party have dealt with many times, normally when he is trying to arrest them.]

Tompars: Please! Go back into your homes! There is nothing to be afraid of!

Alice: People have already tried that, but somehow, they always ended up getting killed the way their visions said they would.


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Jerrick: Then would it be any different trying to avoid Queen's View?



Mac: Y-you mean w-we have to r-resign ours-selves to our f-fate?


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Jerrick: You have a better idea? [Pulls a small flask out, opens it, and takes a swig] Want some?



Charlie: [To Mac] Certainly not! We mean to get to the bottom of these visions, and we can't do it by ignoring them. We must go to Queens View at once. Something enormously significant must be happening there. [To Jerrick] Driver, are you quite ready to transport us?


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Jerrick: Sure, whenever you're ready to go. [Takes another swig then pockets the flask]

;;; out to lunch - will be back in about an hour



Mac: [Resigning himself to his fate] OK then, l-lets get going! [Packs up his gear] .

;;; I'm out this afternoon.


;;; Kevin is out today

Dur: But what about the donuts? I thought there were going to be donuts!


Charlie: [To the party] Everyone ready? Come along, chop chop!


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Jerrick: Carriage's a-waitin'. [Looks outside to check if TOMPARS is still there]

;;; Conor, sending this to you so you can check the etiquette again. If

Tompars is still there, would they have to sneak out?

;;; Would he arrest them if he saw them? Also, since I guess this means the

whole party would move, I'm not sure if you need

;;; to take control here or not.



Charlie: [To Dur] There's no time for donuts now! We can eat when we get to Queens View!


Jerrick: Carriage's a-waitin'. [Looks outside to check if Tompars is still there]


Clint: Can we stop somewhere for Dur to implant a backbone into our new Watcher?

;;; And on that cheery note, I really must dash to Dallas. This is fun,

;;; everyone being out at the same time!


Alice: Maybe they could stick a pole up his ass? That's normally how they do it, isn't it? [To Charlie] Present company excepted, of course!

[TOMPARS is there, but is clearly overloaded trying to get people to calm down. Just as it seems like he's making progress, another meteor shoots across the sky, eliciting more panic.]

Tompars: By the power invested in me, I order you to calm down!

[TOMPARS is trampled by the crowd.]

Austin: Let's go!

[Exit ALL.]

;;; Next scene coming right up


[Book VII, Act VIII, Scene II. Jerik's Carriage. ALICE, AUSTIN, CHARLIE, CLINT, DUR, JERIK and MAC are here, in a large carriage with tinted windows. JERIK is driving, and is making slow progress through the streets, as there are people standing around, clearly in a state of shock.]

Alice: Are we there yet?

Austin: Queens View is at least a few hours away, Alice, and we still haven't left Apraxia. Perhaps we should study the newspapers for clues about the latest visions? [Holds up a paper] This one suggests that everyone in the Realms had a vision that they would die on a night with a huge meteor shower. I suspect that the level of panic we're seeing is motivated by the appearance of the meteors.

Alice: [Dramatically] The end, as they say, is nice.

Austin: No, they say it's nigh.

Alice: That's not even a word!


Charlie: How extraordinary! [Reaches for a paper] Does it say how people envisioned dying? Perhaps in the same way we did, with friends turning on friends and so forth?


Austin: They all seem to be violent deaths, at least those reported, and most seem to involve close friends or relatives, so yes. Interesting.

Alice: [Also reading a paper] Hm, I see. [Thinks for a moment, and then bursts out laughing, laughing so hard that milk comes down her nose]


Clint: [To Alice] What's so funny, Bimbo? Another picture of you in granny panties?

Charlie: [To Jerrick] Driver, given that our fates seem to be intertwined and we also have loads of time to chat now, do tell us a bit more about you. Are you from Apraxia? Do you have much business in Queens View?


Alice: No, it's Garfried! [Shows the party the comic strip at the back of the paper, in which Garfried the cat is eating one of Mopey the Dog's insoles] See? He thinks he's eating some lasagne, but he's actually eating one of the stinky insoles, and look, look what he says: "Too much salt!" [Laughs again] That's one crazy lasagne eating cat!


Jerrick: [Over his shoulder] My name is Jerrick, unless you'd like me to call you wench? I'm from Cormyr, but I've been around some. I was in the Navy, then a... transport consultant. I worked with a crew, until they let me down.


Mac: [In an patronising tone] I really wouldn't piss her off right now if I were you.


Charlie: [To Mac, with a smile] It's quite all right, Mac. I am entirely myself again, not to worry. [Puzzled] But I do not trade sexual favors for money, therefore it would be nonsensical to refer to me as a wench! [Reasonably] You, however, ARE a driver. [Interested, settling for a story] Now, do tell, what happened with your crew?


Mac: Yes, this should liven up the trip a little. Do tell.


Alice: Crew? Are you a GangStar rapper? Cool! I really like rap too, I'm [sounding like the whitest person in the Realms] down with the hood, you!


Charlie: Hmm, was this betrayal a terrible shock, or were these dodgy criminal types that were bound to betray you sooner or later? If their behavior was out of character, perhaps there is some connection to the meteors?

Clint: [Takes the flask and toasts Jerrick with it] Nice to have another man around for change! [Takes a swig of the flask]

;;; Probably my three!


Jerrick: [To Charlie] If you listen to HARMA, you're a dodgy criminal type just for getting up in the morning. They were people I trusted. Thought I could trust.

;;; Just checked, looks like my three as well.

;;; The log's a little out of sorts - my bad.


Austin: And what did this crew do to you?


Charlie: [To Mac] Yes, and while we are discussing our pasts, could you clear something up for me? [Skeptically] Did you really do all of those things that Grandmother said you'd done? No offense, but our encounter with the Essence gave me the distinct impression that your combat experience was perhaps in fact rather limited?


Jerrick: [To Alice, speaking slowly and clearly] Crew as in crew of a ship. [To Austin] They staged a mutiny.


Charlie: [To Jerrick, in a low voice] Do be patient with Alice, Driver. She is not altogether able to grasp simple concepts at times.


Mac: Ah... erm... yes... about that... well... n-no. I, erm... I err... Well you see... erm... Y-yes, yes I did.


Alice: Well, that sorts that out!


Jerrick: [Interested, pleased at the change in subject] What exactly is he supposed to have done?


Charlie: [To Jerrick, but watching Mac] Oh, all SORTS of terribly impressive things, stopping legendary baddies blindfolded and with one arm tied behind his back, that sort of thing. [Raises her eyebrow skeptically] Something about impregnating a load of virgins? Oh, please! Cordelia made you blush!


Alice: Maybe it's all an act!


Mac: [Sweating profusely] MacBrindleworth did do all those things!


Jerrick: The same Mac Brindleworth who's before us sweating so much his head's about to explode? That Mac Brindleworth?


Mac: So, why did y-your crew mutiny?


Jerrick: [Smiling at Mac] I don't know. When I find them, though, I'll start removing bits of limbs until they tell me. [Turns back to the road] I guess the take was just too big to resist.


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Mac: Do we really need another womaniser with us?


Jerrick: Worried about the competition, Mac? [To Clint] There's a man with a clear head for strategy if I ever saw one. Lets do it!


Charlie: [Primly] Do be serious! We shall be far too busy for that sort of nonsense. Our very lives are at stake, after all!=


Alice: Oh, come on, Charlie! Let's get beered up, watch some sports, fart a lot and find some girlies!

[The carriage approaches another carriage, which is turned over on the side of the road. There are two HARMA officers there, who have clearly fallen off and are either dead or unconscious.]


Charlie: [Peering out at the carriage] Shall we have a quick look? Might be terribly handy to have some HARMA badges and uniforms on hand!=


Jerrick: Watch out for a HARMA ambush


Alice: It's not really HARMA's style to ambush, they're more fire and brimstone preaching about how the shortness of your skirt is inversely proportional to the amount of time you spend in hell. [To Jerrick and Mac] Don't look so surprised, I know maths really well.

Austin: As unlikely as that sounds, it's true.

;;; Indeed it is. It was a special favour granted by God!


Jerrick: [To Alice] Maybe I'm just jumpy, but it doesn't hurt to be careful. [To Clint] Clint, why don't you and I take a look around? [To Party] Someone want to get up top and keep an eye out?


Clint: [Hops up and grabs his sword, all smiles] Here's hoping it IS an ambush! [Cracks his knuckles menacingly]

Charlie: [To Jerrick, irked] Do stop giving orders, Driver! I am in charge, and I will be joining you and Mr. Scar! [Gets her sword] =


Mac: I... um... I guess m-me and Alice can b-be lookouts.


Jerrick: Alrighty then. [Draws his sword and jumps off the carriage]


Alice: No way, Mac! [Also leaps off the carriage.]

[AUSTIN and MAC keep lookout while the others slowly approach the carriage. The two HARMA officers are clearly at least badly injured, and have obvious wounds that appear to have been caused by a crash. There seems to be some smoke coming from inside the carriage.]


Jerrick: [Moves to check the first body] [To Charlie] What do you want to do with survivors?


Charlie: Tie them up, but keep them away from that carriage. If it catches fire, they could burn to death. [Cautiously peeks inside the carriage to determine the source of the smoke]


;;; Sent to just me:

Jerrick: [Sarcastically] Ah, well we wouldn't want our poor defensless overlords to burn to death would we? [Shakes his head, then checks first body]

[JERRICK quickly verifies that both HARMA officers are dead. Meanwhile, CHARLIE looks into the carriage. Inside, with their hands tied behind their backs, are DARIUS and BRIAN BEACREAST. The smoke is coming from DARIUS' cheeserette, even though it isn't clear how he got it lit.]

Darius: Ah, there they are!


Jerrick: [Sarcastically] Ah, well we wouldn't want our poor defensless overlords to burn to death would we? [Shakes his head, then checks first body]

;;; Conor, can you tell us whether the casualty is alive or dead?


Charlie: [Surprised] You were expecting us? How on earth could you know we would be coming this way? I [huge emphasis] suppose we could untie you, though in fairness we really should annoy and torment you for a while first!


Darius: Believe me, it's torture enough listening to this guy!

Alice: [To Jerrick and Mac] We know both these guys -- Brian thinks he met an angel, and is always smiling.

Brian: [Smiles] It's the bliss.

;;; Gone for about an hour


Charlie: Yes, and Darius is terribly annoying, though occasionally somewhat helpful. [Goes to try to untie Darius and Brian]


Mac: What would HARMA want with them?


Brian: They believe I'm crazy, but that's understandable, because they are driven by fear.

Darius: I threw a brick through one of their windows.

;;; Really gone this time!


Charlie: [To Darius, working on the ropes] Why on earth did you do that? Surely it achieved nothing! And you didn't answer me--how did you now we were coming? And how was the carriage run off the road?


Jerrick: And why were you looking for us?


Darius: I wasn't looking for you, I was just waiting for some good citizen to come along and help us. I think they were run off the road by some idiots going in the other direction in a state of panic. [To Charlie] It achieved what I wanted it to achieve, I got arrested. I wanted to see what the inside of a HARMA jail looks like.


Charlie: Why, we could tell you THAT! What did you want to know about it?


Darius: I want to know where they keep all the magical items, I fancy me a time travelling orb. HARMA are supposed to have some in Queens View, and are keeping them in the jail there.

Brian: Poor HARMA, they think that by hoarding material possessions, they can be happy, but it just makes them miserable.


Charlie: How interesting! To what period are you planning to travel? [To Jerrick] We have room enough to take Darius with us to Queens View, do we not?


Jerrick: So you think that if you throw rocks at them, they'll let you have a time travelling orb? Or were you hoping they'd just let you wander round the place? How did this plan work out for you?


Jerrick: [Sighs] Yes if you don't mind squeezing in a little, we have room.


Charlie: Splendid! [Brightly] And I think you shall find Darius excellent company, as he shares an interest in whoring with you and Mr. Scar! No doubt you will enjoy many hours of comparing the respective sizes and shapes of various diseased feminine body parts that you each claim to have enjoyed fondling.


Jerrick: [Brightening up] Excellent! Hey, Clint! Where did that flask go?

;;; Think that's it from me for today


Clint: [Hands the flask over.] Here you go. [Checks to see if either of the uniforms will fit him.]

;;; Is it a bad sign that I really don't remember Bryan at all?

;;; Also, probably no real posting from me until the afternoon as oh my god am

;;; I exhausted.


[The uniform is too small, but CLINT could probably force his way into it.]

Darius: [Slaps Charlie on the ass as he climbs in, before turning to Jerrick] Let me tell you about this really diseased ass I recently groped; it was a bit boney for my liking, but it wasn't entirely awful. [To the party in general] I was relying on the inherent incompetence of HARMA to outwit them, escape from the jail, deflower Joe Nunpar's virgin daughter and then steal the orb right from under them.

;;; Poor old Tom!


Charlie: [Snaps at Darius] Keep your hands off of me! [Embarrassed, quickly composes herself] Er, group, let us take any HARMA uniforms, badges, etc. and be on our way.


Brian: Leave her be, Darius, she has been hurt.


Charlie: [To Brian] Not at all. I'm perfectly fine. [Starts working on getting a HARMA uniform off of one of the bodies]


Jerrick: Yeah, see? She's already pulling a guy's clothes off. [Pockets a HARMA badge] Hey, they got any nice weapons?


Alice: [To Charlie] No, no, no! That's not how you get the pants off a man who's unconscious! Let me show you. [In a suspiciously quick time, the unfortunate HARMA officer is depantsed]

Austin: [Somehow managing to search them while they are being undressed] Not really, just some swords, oh! And this. [Holds up a small book titled "Joe Nunpar's Guide to Clean Living"] With a publication like this, one always has a sturdy defence.

;;; Joe is the head of HARMA, and the party have

;;; clashed with him many times.


Charlie: [To Alice, wryly] Thank you for your expertise. I must admit I've never had the pleasure. [Looks at the book, delighted] Marvelous, some reading material for the ride to Queens View! [To the party] Anyone else find anything of use? I suppose we really must be going.


Alice: [To Brian] Why were you arrested?

Brian: Unfortunately, they fear what they do not understand. I was being brought to a mental asylum.


Charlie: [To Darius] And again I ask, at what point in time do you plan to travel? [Excited] Oooh, is this something to do with the prophecy?


Darius: I have no particular plans, I just want to get the hell out of now. And yes, it does have something to do with the prophecy.


Charlie: [Startled] Running scared, Darius?! Why not tell us what you know, and stay and help us stop [vaguely] whatever it is that's happening?


Darius: I know that something bad is going to happen, so bad that I don't want to be around when it happens. Remember, it's all about the balance.

;;; This is something the party heard many times before,

;;; in relation to the balance between good and evil. Too

;;; much of one and the world will dramatically tip to the

;;; other side.

;;; Out for an hour or more


Jerrick: And you think the balance is being upset. [Looks along the road] Look, why don't we discuss this once we're on the move?


Charlie: [Nods at Jerrick] Indeed, there's a terribly unsettling feeling in the air, isn't there? Darius, do come with us, and tell us what you know.


Darius: Sure. I know something bad is going to happen. [Sits back]


Charlie: [To Jerrick] See what I mean? He really is QUITE annoying! [To Brian] What will you do? Shall we take you to Queens View?


Jerrick: [To Charlie] How about we make something bad happen if they don't give us a straight answer?


Darius: What are you going to do? Tell me exciting details about your vision?

Brian: I will continue to spread the message of peace, love and understanding. There really is nothing to be afraid of, you know, God loves you.


Charlie: [To Jerrick, with a sigh] It's tempting, but he is an ally of sorts. And we haven't many of those at the moment! [Narrows her eyes at Darius] That said, there's nothing to say we MUST take him to Queens View, if he cannot be a tad more useful. You said your desire to time-travel is connected to the prophecy? So, the meteors, the visions, and this unnamed Very Bad Thing are all connected to the prophecy? How do you know this? And what was YOUR vision? [Skeptically] Surely not receiving oral sex from a teenager on your death bed, as you claimed last time?


Darius: Oh no! And make me miss out on your scintillating company? Poor Darius! All I know is that they are all connected, and that whatever's going to happen is going happen soon.

[Just that very moment, another meteor shoots across the sky.]

Alice: [To Darius] So how did you die in this one?

Darius: Choked to death on an oversized snake's foot.


Jerrick: Just had to ask, didn't you, Alice?


Clint: Hey, what's the harm in asking? He probably saw himself being stabbed by Charlie's ex or something like that.


Charlie: [Irritably] Shut up, Clint!


Jerrick: Alright. What next?


Alice: To Queens View!

[The carriage moves on, and, after about an hour, there is a tremendous bump, as though they have driven over a huge speed bump. One of the wheels of the carriage is damaged by the impact.]

Alice: What the hell is a speed bump doing out here in the middle of nowhere?


Charlie: [To the party, exiting the carriage] Careful, group! It might be a trap of some kind.


Clint: Or we might just have run somebody over. Jerrick, did we just run somebody over?


Jerrick: I'll check. In any case, we need to fix this wheel. [Exits carriage, kneels to check under the carriage]


[Everyone gets out and takes a look under the carriage. There is what appears to be something or someone lying under a piece of carpet that's exactly the same colour as the road. The fact that there is some blood oozing out from under it suggests that it is a person. The wheel is buckled, but, fortunately, this carriage has a spare at the back.]

Alice: Ew! I think we just drove over someone! What the hell was he doing out there in the middle of the road?


Dur: No need to panic! You forget you have a doctor on staff! [Prods the rug with a stick once, then shakes his head sadly] It's just as I feared. Someone will need to inform the widow. [Places his jacket over the rug]


Alice: [Marvels at the stick] Wow! This modern medical equipment is just crazy looking, isn't it?

[Enter BONNIE TYLENOL, running from the side of the road, screaming hysterically.]

Bonnie: Nooooooo! Noooooo! Why? Why? Why?

Mac: Er, I think we should leave now, quite quickly.


Jerrick: How about we take a look and see who this is? [Reaches in to pull the body from under the carriage]


Bonnie: Get your hands off him! [Throws herself onto the blanket] What the hell is wrong with you people?

Alice: Hey, is that a snake under the blanket?

[There does appear to be a snake slithering about under there.]


Jerrick: [Looks at Darius] What did you say about a snake being in your vision?


Clint: [Defensively.] Look, toots, it's not our fault you left a dead guy and a snake under a blanket in the middle of the road!


Darius: Nothing.

Bonnie: He wasn't dead! What is wrong with you people? Murderers!


Dur: [To Bonnie, clutching at a corner of the rug] Madame, I am a doctor, and this man is unquestionably dead. Can't you see the coat I put on top of him?!

Charlie: [To Bonnie] If you wanted to keep him safe, why did you hide him under a road-colored rug in the middle of the road? [Delicately] Or was it suicide?


Bonnie: I didn't put him there, he lay there himself!


Jerrick: [Under his breath] Ohhhh this is gonna be good. [To Bonnie] Any particular reason why he would lay in the middle of the road?


Charlie: [Flips out a notepad and starts writing] Yes, and to clarify, do you mean the man or the snake?


Bonnie: [To Jerrick, as though he's just asked the stupidest question she's ever heard] Because he's afraid of traffic! [To Charlie] The man. I put the snake in there once he was covered by the blanket.

Alice: And why did you do that?

Bonnie: He has a snake phobia.


Charlie: I see. And what would make a man who fears traffic place himself into traffic? And what would then make a woman who cares about him force him into close quarters with a snake, when he has a phobia of them?


Jerrick: So, let me just get this straight. The man laid in the middle of the road, because he's afraid of traffic? You put a snake under the blanket, because he's afraid of snakes? Does the man have a chronic fear of blankets too? And who is this guy anyway?


Clint: And what kind of pansy is afraid of traffic and snakes anyway?


Bonnie: [Scornfully to Jerrick] Of course not. He's afraid of the dark. [To Charlie] Love, but I don't expect people like you lot to understand that. [To Clint] At least he embraced his fear! Not like you, oh no, I bet you never confront yours! Let me guess, [sizes him up] oh, I can tell from your aura! You are afraid of mice, of pillows, balloons, loud noises, anything with the texture of rice, of bodily functions, birds and drinking milk; of little children with kaleidoscopes and kittens, and, most of all, [says with relish, clearly expecting Clint to faint] big, blue, bows! So now, let me ask, who's the real crazy here?

;;; As far as the party have experienced, none of

;;; this is even remotely true.


Charlie: [Snaps] Don't you dare talk to ME about love! [To Jerrick] We've seen this before, people who think confronting their worst fears will somehow bring them closer to Clementine. [To Bonnie] I presume that's what this is all about?


Clint: Look, she's obviously nuts. [To Bonnie.] You can add glitter to that glue you're sniffing if you want, but leave us out of it!


Jerrick: He has a point. I'm all for conquering your fears, but lying in the middle of the road is clearly not the best way to deal with a fear of traffic.


Bonnie: It's not about conquering them, it's like [gestures to Charlie] she said, we offer our fear and suffering to Clementine so that she may spare us the hell that will be visiting upon the rest of you.


Mac: I say we leave the nutters to it an carry on our way.


Bonnie: Hit and run? You murdering bastards!


Mac: What do you expect lying down on the road under a road coloured carpet?


Bonnie: A little care and consideration for other road users!


Mac: Pedestrians aren't road users. And lying down hidden from other road users doesn't count as a pedestrian, let alone a road user.

;;; That was a very quick 3.


Charlie: [To Bonnie, nodding at Mac] Indeed! Of course, we are terribly sorry we accidentally killed your friend, but we cannot be held responsible for your carelessness in putting him in such a vulnerable position in the first place. [Firmly] We can help you move and bury him, but then we must be on our way!


Bonnie: Clementine will have her revenge on you! You prevented a Fear Giver from praising Clementine! [Looks up to the sky] Clementine! Forgive me from having been distracted! [Takes out what looks like a jar of spiders, and starts to unscrew the lid.]


Mac: Please can we leave the crazy demon worshipper and go?


Jerrick: Good idea.


Charlie: [Eyeing the jar of spiders uncertainly] Yes, let us repair the wheel and leave this poor wretch! [To Bonnie sharply, gesturing to the side of the road] Do take your madness over there. We have work to do!


Brian: Do not despise her because you don't understand her method of worship. They know that Clementine wishes to torture us, and they believe that by embracing it, they will be saved.

[JERRICK and CLINT start changing the wheel.]

Bonnie: [Stuck with the jar lid] Yes! In her infinite wisdom, Clementine will show mercy to those who are truly sorry.


Charlie: [To Brian, edgily] I don't despise her, but I certainly cannot respect her. [Curiously] What do you believe, Mr. Beacrest? What do you make of the visions? What did you see this time?


Brian: I saw myself being burned at the stake in Queens View. I believe in God, Charlie, and I believe in love and understanding.


Jerrick: [To Clint] Let's just hurry up with this - much more of that nonsense and I'll start projectile vomiting.


Darius: [Helps Bonnie with the lid] Here you go. [Hands it back to her] I don't know, Jerrick, he seems pretty happy!

[BONNIE grimaces, before pulling the lid off and throwing the spiders into her mouth.]

Alice: I think I'm going to be sick.


Mac: I am! [Mac hurries around a bush, sounds of retching followed by liquid splashing on the floor can be heard]


Charlie: [Covers her nose. To Mac] Are you quite all right, Mac? [To Dur] Do give him something to settle his stomach, if you have anything on hand.


Dur: On hand? [Looks at his hand and then his face brightens as he thinks he knows what Charlie means. He goes to Mac and tries to give the man a firm= slap across the face] Pull yourself together man! [Looking to Charlie] Like that?=


Bonnie: [Running around screaming] Aiiieeeee!

[The spare wheel has been attached to the carriage.]


Charlie: [To Dur, scolding] Not like that! Haven't you medical supplies of some kind?! [To Jerrick, watching Bonnie fall to pieces] I quite agree! The sooner the better.


[DUR successfully gives MAC a slap across the face. It doesn't hurt him, but does give the puke better coverage over the ground.]

Alice: [Watching Bonnie running around screaming] What about her? She's clearly crazy, right?

Darius: She's hardly any crazier than every other religious freak, is she? Besides, her reasoning isn't completely flawed -- it's all about the balance.


Charlie: [To Alice] We cannot possibly take her with us. She's far too unstable and unpredictable, and we haven't time for her nonsense. [To the party, briskly] Come along, group, let us make our way to Queens View at once!


Bonnie: [Spits up a few spiders, clearly freaked out by the whole thing] Repent! Repent while you still have the chance! Just because you have two Candidates travelling with you doesn't mean that you will be saved!

[She's referring to DARIUS and DUR, both of whom have shaven heads.]

Alice: [To Jerrick] Candidates are people who didn't have a vision. They think they're going to be Clementine's chosen people. They all shaved their heads, gave away all their worldly possessions and started calling themselves Terry.


Jerrick: Thanks. Still mad as a box of chipmunks though. I say we just get outta here - if anything's likely to make things more unbalanced than they already are, she's it. [Moves to the carriage]


Dur: Well. Not all of US call ourselves Terry.From qvblogger Delivered-To: conor.r@gmail.com Received: by with SMTP id hv2cs107488qcb; Mon, 28 Mar 2011 07:28:52 -0700 (PDT) Return-Path: <heather.goggans@gmail.com> Received-SPF: pass (google.com: domain of heather.goggans@gmail.com designates as permitted sender) client-ip=; Authentication-Results: mr.google.com; spf=pass (google.com: domain of heather.goggans@gmail.com designates as permitted sender) smtp.mail=heather.goggans@gmail.com; dkim=pass header.i=heather.goggans@gmail.com Received: from mr.google.com ( [] ) by with SMTP id f11mr3869373wer.76.1301322530917 (num_hops = 1); Mon, 28 Mar 2011 07:28:50 -0700 (PDT) DKIM-Signature: v=1; a=rsa-sha256; c=relaxed/relaxed; d=gmail.com; s=gamma; h=domainkey-signature:mime-version:date:message-id:subject:from:to:cc :content-type:content-transfer-encoding; bh=Pz9ZBkdIYwCquj5ZHULA/Xct5LivfPTsw8QOC50pmQ0=; b=IFJCMmPtBmFXE7xq1WOYvK7qaChjWrVNjsqzMY7HQ7HP5ZfEPVsN8pDTpnnqVi0k0U LkG9tZDHUXSfkD79g0U11Vb0UIGle6waoPvnE206A4tdhBUU3VCe45KKXYljWd1EQwD4 xL8+w7ZRV4Apv0AxANk49/2iAbRD4RjkpNGkwDomainKey-Signature: a=rsa-sha1; c=nofws; d=gmail.com; s=gamma; h=mime-version:date:message-id:subject:from:to:cc:content-type :content-transfer-encoding; b=JWeZ95bV8fA7t3CSESVnrkGwebzqMcTGYYto+SARCnLc3MKX3zL6H/ipswC8GPuNi0 m6OZSH0JEarFEIDB2nVefGOZNli86CDJGjLjrn2FV+CIR+gCdTyw6jiJxYfhq0DizM7q SB3J77pEyRYrZcUK6pLzWOXBcE0hqn0YHnRrIMIME-Version: 1.0 Received: by with SMTP id f11mr2750664wer.76.1301322530829; Mon, 28 Mar 2011 07:28:50 -0700 (PDT) Received: by with HTTP; Mon, 28 Mar 2011 07:28:50 -0700 (PDT) Date: Mon, 28 Mar 2011 15:28:50 +0100 Message-ID: <AANLkTin0JopKtXnNQP5cLYAy7KJW_h09fhLt21LThqdC@mail.gmail.com> To: "Day, Kevin R. (Las Colinas) NA" <Kevin.Day@hanson.biz> Cc: John Ludlow <john.ludlow.uk@gmail.com>, Conor Ryan <conor.r@gmail.com>, Vel Angelus <velangelus1@gmail.com>, Tom Henderson <Thomas.Henderson@rice.edu>, TomHenderson <th4@rice.edu>, dom <djmalzie@gmail.com>, Colin Dinan <Colin.Dinan@version1.com>, Colin <dinancolin@googlemail.com>, djmalzie <djmalzie@googlemail.com>, QVBlogger <qvblogger@gmail.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable

Charlie: [Gets into the carriage. To Darius] So, which is it, Darius? You claim to be a candidate, but you also claim to have had a vision. Surely both cannot be true!


Darius: Correct. I merely pretended to be a shaven headed freak who chooses to believe that they will be spared in the upcoming apocalypse to try and get them organised against HARMA. You'd be surprised at how lax security is when you say you want to join a cult.

;;; This is possibly true, as he did fix the leadership election

;;; for The Swarm (collective name for the candidates) for

;;; the party to win

Bonnie: Repent! Repeeeeent!

[Exit the party, driving off into the distance.]

Bonnie: Repent! Re-. Oh, they're gone. [Looks around] Just as well I'm afraid of roads. [Runs away screaming]

;;; End of scene, next one coming right up


[Book VII, Act VIII, Scene III. The Carriage, on the way to Queens View. ALICE, AUSTIN, CHARLIE, CLINT, DUR, JERRICK, MAC, DARIUS and BRIAN are here. The journey has passed without incident until now, when they can see another carriage coming towards them, clearly on a collision course.]

Alice: What now? Someone who's afraid of being in a head on collision?


Jerrick: [Scowling] Someone terrified of getting my boot up their arse, I think.


;;; Dom is still out?

Austin: [Shifting uncomfortably in his seat] Er, perhaps we should consider taking evasive action?

[This may be possible, as there is space at the side of the road, but it is very rough and it will be difficult to control the carriage.]


Charlie: [To Jerrick] Do try and swerve! [To the others] Brace yourselves!


Jerrick: Hold onto your butts! [Swerves the carriage into the gap, pulling on the reins to try and slow down]


Mac: BREAK!!!


Clint: [Holding on,] Doc, I think your patient may need more therapy!


Jerrick: [Reaches for the wheel-break]


[The party zigs, but so does the other carriage. The party zags, only to see the other carriage do the same. JERRICK jams on the brakes, but the other carriage carries on at full speed. Just before the moment of impact, the party can see the driver. It is TERRY BALDINGTON, a Candidate that the party have never seen before. He looks different to the other Candidates due to the target that appears to have been cut into his forehead.]

Terry: For Clementine!

[Crash! He hits the party side on, flipping their carriage onto its side, and sending him flying through the windshield of theirs. When the dust settles, everyone is lying in a heap, hurt but no one is too badly injured.]

Alice: What the hell was that about?

;;; Everyone lose 17hp


Mac: [Clambering from the wreck] What the hell? [Looks around for Terry]


Charlie: [Disentangling herself from the party pile and tries to grab Terry. To Terry] Why did you do that, you maniac?!


Jerrick: [Also extracting himself from the pile, proceeding to draw his sword] All right, that's it. This day has been about as interesting as it can get without some idiot trying to kill us all! You and your candidate friends want to be scared? Well, now you can be scared of me. [Advances on Terry]


Terry: [Badly injured, but grins through blood covered teeth] I'm not afraid of you, I have Clementine on my side!


Charlie: [To Terry, sword drawn] Why did you attack us?!


Clint: [Advances, sword out and ready to kick some butt.] Hey, don't jump to conclusions, Sarge. Maybe this freak just took driving lessons from the same person who taught Alice.


Jerrick: [Smiling grimly] Give me chance, Terry. I've not even started yet. [Levels his sword at Terry] I suggest you explain yourself, and maybe we'll make this quick.


Mac: [Rushes round, knocking JERRICK'S sword to one side and stands between TERRY and everyone else] Wait! What do you all think you're doing? Crashing into us is no excuse to kill him!


Jerrick: I dunno, Mac, deliberately trying to kill us sounds like a perfect reason to defend ourselves. Out of the way.


Clint: He trashed our carriage, kid. Among real men, that's personal.


Charlie: [Gently] I know your intentions are noble, but do step aside, Mac. [To Clint and Jerrick] We needn't kill anyone [warning look at Terry] just yet, though of course it remains an option. [To Terry] Again, WHY did you attack us?


Mac: [To Jerrick] Jerrick, crashing a carriage into another isn't likely to kill us. He's more likely facing his 'fear' for Clementine. [To everyone] These people aren't of sane mind, trying to please a demon. He certainly doesn't deserve to be killed that!


Alice: [Offended, to Mac] Hey! I wasn't trying to kill him! I was just standing here, minding my own business and picking my nose. Look! [Shows him her finger, that, mercifully, is clean] This is the finger I used!

Terry: [Still smiling at Jerrick] I'm on a mission from Clementine. [To Mac] I didn't need to kill you, just to stop you.


Jerrick: Mac, I'm getting a little sick of crazy people. [To Charlie] You deal with him. I'm off to see if the carriage can be salvaged [Turns and walks to the carriage]


Charlie: [To Terry] We gathered as much, but what is the aim of your mission? Why are WE, in particular, to be stopped?


Mac: [Turns to face Terry] Mission for a demon, well that changes everything! [Steps to one side. To Alice] I think you were the only person who wasn't trying to kill him. [Grimacing] And please don't do that in public.


Alice: Oh? And puking in public is okay, is it? I'd *never* do that.

;;; That's a total lie. She puked live on national

;;; TV just three days ago.

Terry: Clementine isn't a demon, she's our saviour. She will cleanse the Realms of the selfish and the evil. You chose to be with these demons, and for that you will die. [Coughs up some blood, clearly badly hurt]


Terry: Because of the prophecy.


Clint: Riiiiight. Well, when you're through talking to the deranged psychopath, find me. [Goes to help with the carriage.]


Charlie: [Narrows her eyes at Terry] So, Clementine does not want to see the prophecy come to pass? And what demons do you mean? With one exception [glances self-consciously at the party] we have not allied ourselves with any demons!


Mac: You little liar! I saw you puking in front of the whole world on TV! [In a low, fierce voice] Besides, you can't help when you puke, you can help when you pick your nose!


Jerrick: This prophecy thing again? I think you'll have to tell me more about that. First, though, you think we can get any more out of this idiot?


Alice: [To Mac] Nonsense! I can make myself puke any time, I just choose not to! [Hands Jerrick a crumpled piece of paper] It's supposed to be about us.

Terry: I mean [waves at Alice, Clint and Austin] them! And probably you, too!

[JERRICK and CLINT climb out of the carriage only to see another carriage approaching, which is almost on them.]


Charlie: [Spotting the carriage] Take cover, group!


Terry: You cannot hide from Clementine's angels!


Charlie: [To Terry] Perhaps not, but we can keep from being flattened by a carriage!


Terry: Merely postponing the inevitable.

[The other carriage is fast approaching, and the various party members who are on the road take cover.]

Austin: I fear an ambush!


Jerrick: Yep, your lives are pretty interesting I'll give you that.


Charlie: [To John] Indeed! Let us deal with the occupants of this carriage and take our leave of the road.=20=


Mac: More of these nutters? Seems Clementine must be getting worried if she's sending this many of her followers at us. We must be getting close!


Charlie: [To Mac] Agreed, but I wonder why Clementine is so opposed to the prophecy? It certainly must spell doom for her!


Alice: What'll we do with Terry here?


Mac: Either that or the prophecy is good for her and we spoil it. I've been giving the prophecy some thought and the child of the tree could refer to us humans, descendants of apes. We don't have any thorns so that part fits, though god knows why it's there. If it is humans then we're going to be consumed by some beast or devil, i.e. Clementine.

The children of the lady could refer to these crazy people who worship Clementine. In which case they are guardians of something and help create the spirit of something beautiful or something that can fly. My guess would be they help Clementine come to our world in some form or another.


Charlie: [To Alice] Tie him up and leave him? [To Mac] How interesting! I should like to sit down with you and discuss the various theories when we have a moment. Darius suggested that the prophecy refers to us, that is the "children of the lady" refers to the children of Queens View, and our party. The guardians section puts me in mind of angels. It fits doesn't it? Something beautiful that can also fly, and so forth.


Terry: Fools! Clementine's angels will destroy you!

Darius: Or you could just knock him out? [Knocks Terry over the head]

Brian: [Good naturedly] Oh, Darius, how sad that you fear that which you don't agree with.

Darius: I could also knock Brian out.

[The oncoming carriage stops about twenty feet from the other two. One of the doors opens to reveal LEVITICUS, who's holding what appears to be a burning flask of oil, which he throws at the party's carriage (which still contains TERRY, ALICE, DUR, AUSTIN, DARIUS and BRIAN), causing it to catch fire.]

;;; Leviticus is a custos-Clementine, a group dedicated

;;; to bringing Clementine to the Realms. The party

;;; have clashed with him before and always have

;;; come off worse.


Charlie: [To Mac, Clint and Jerrick] Hurry, get everyone out of the carriage! [To Leviticus, sword out] What do you want with us?


Jerrick: [Yelling] GET OUT OF THE CARRIAGE! [Quickly moves towards Leviticus, sword and dagger drawn]


Dur: [Diving from the carriage] Well, that was highly unneccessary!


[Everyone is now out of the carriage, including TERRY, who was carried out by BRIAN.]

Leviticus: I want to kill you. And it's not just me.

[Enter EXODUS, carrying a large orb, about the size of a soccer ball.]

Leviticus: Exodus is awfully excited about it too. [Gives a wave and a pleasant smile] Hi, Darius!


Mac: [To Charlie] Erm... are t-they with the nutters too?


Alice: Not only that, but they are way more dangerous!


Charlie: [To Leviticus] Are you quite sure you wish to tempts the fates? We've seen our end, and it didn't involve you. Who's to say what might happen if you throw the grand plan off course?


Dur: Yeah! Some of us might go down kicking and screaming like little girls!=


Jerrick: [Quietly] Er, not really helping the case there, Dur.


Mac: T-these must be d-delaying tactics. W-we need to h-hurry!


Darius: [To the party] We better make a run for it -- I recognize that orb, it can paralyze everyone!


Charlie: Right, let's go! [Starts running off the road, in the direction of Queens View]


[Too late! EXODUS throws the orb, and it lands in the centre of where the party are, exploding with a blinding blue light. Everyone falls to the ground, immobile but able to speak. LEVITICUS and EXODUS slowly approach.]

Leviticus: [Theatrically] Oh no! It looks like it's the end of the line for our heroes!


Jerrick: [To Charlie] Guess he didn't go with the 'upsetting the future' theory then.


Charlie: [To Jerrick] Apparently not! [To Leviticus] How about this, then? Pestilence once hacked a man to pieces for [huge emphasis] hurting my feelings. What do you think he'd do to you if you killed me? Are you quite sure you want to find out?


Leviticus: I am simply *dying* to find out! Although, maybe I won't kill you, maybe I'll just cut a few pieces off? [To Exodus] What do you think?

Exodus: Let's kill them.


Charlie: [To Darius] A little help, Darius?!


Leviticus: How's my buddy Darius? Still wearing frilly knickers?

Darius: Sure am, Levi. How are you managing without those toes?

Leviticus: I hardly miss them -- most of them weren't even mine.

[Despite it being quite fine, there is a sudden crack of lightning in the sky.]


Jerrick: Wait, Leviticus, what's the reasoning behind killing us? What do you hope to gain?


Leviticus: [Looking up at the sky for a moment, before looking back to Jerrick and shrugging] Nothin'. It's just that you're with these guys, and that's reason enough.

[There's another flash of lightning, clearly very close; so close, in fact, that LEVITICUS and EXODUS duck down.]

Exodus: Let's just kill them and get the hell out of here.


Charlie: [Noting the lightning] Aha! See, this is the universe warning off of your current course of action! I told you it would be unwise to attempt to change the future!


Clint: Either that, or the lightning is coming for us, which would be a much more gruesome death than anything you two morons are likely to come up with.


Charlie: Excellent point, Mr. Scar! [To Leviticus and Exodus] So, you see, your work here is practically done. May as well head off and continue your evil-doing elsewhere!


Leviticus: [Clearly bothered by the lightning but trying not to show it] That sounds like a challenge.

[There's yet another crack of lightning, before there's a burst of white light that momentarily blinds everyone. When it subsides, there are about forty INTERFERONS. The party has encountered them before, and they appear to be mindless lackeys of JEROME. The party have clashed with them several times over the prophecy, as they too, are trying to get it.]

Alice: Huh, so I see the universe has found a way to make this an even crappier day.

;;; Mac and Jerrick will recognise the Interferons from

;;; the game show. In 6.2.1 one of them described them as

;;; "We're Interferons, and we're all clones. We

;;; enjoy mindless violence, torture and blindly following

;;; our leader's every request.


Clint: [Aside to the party, quietly.] You think if we tell them that Leviticus has the prophecy we'll be able to kill two birds with one stone?


Charlie: [To Clint] It's worth a try! [Calls out to the Interferons] Stop those two men [tries and fails to gesture to Leviticus and Exodus] , the ones right there who are not currently paralyzed! They stole the prophecy!

;;; Any sign of the paralysis wearing off yet?


Jerrick: [To the Inteferons] Yeah! And they called Jerome a big pansy as well!

;;; If it did wear off would that confuse the Inteferons?


Mac: [Mumbling to himself quietly, yet in a rather strange high pitch that no man should be able to achieve] P-please, please, please g-get me o-out of this and I swear I'll never do another thing w-wrong again. W-whatever I d-did to p-piss y-you off I s-swear I'll fix it.


Lecviticus: [To the closest Interferon] What the hell are you doing here?

[The INTERFERONS charge at LEVITICUS and EXODUS, pulling each of them to the ground. Although the bright light has subsided, there's still a weird half light around everyone, as though the spot in the road around the party is in some sort of shadow. Unfortunately, the party are still paralyzed.]

Alice: Yikes, I guess they don't like hearing that someone called Jerome a pansy!


Clint: They also said that if anyone touches us while this freaky half light thing is going on, that person is going to die an agonizing death!


Alice: Did they? Cool! How come I didn't hear that?

[LEVITICUS and EXODUS are giving a good account of themselves, and there are INTERFERON bodies flying everywhere, but they are definitely weakening. Before long, EXODUS falls to the ground and the INTERFERONS start to hack him to pieces.]

Alice: I must admit, I'm confused. I thought these guys were on the same side. Aren't Jerome and Clementine together?

;;; That's certainly what all the evidence so far suggests


Charlie: Oh! Oh! AND they also intimated that your respective mothers are women of low moral character and that their respective fathers would be theoretically able to beat your respective fathers in hand-to-hand combat!


Jerrick: Alliances can change - take it from one who knows. Friends don't always stay that way. Maybe they decided to make a power grab for themselves?


Charlie: [Looking at diced Exodus, wincing] Well, it does not appear we shall have a chance to ask for clarification! [To Jerrick] I quite agree. More than that, Jerome strikes me as the type not to be willing to merely bask in the glory of Clementine, but rather the sort who would prefer to be at the center of everything himself! [To Alice] But you know him far better than us--what do you think?


Alice: I think he's capable of it, but I also think he's capable of wanting to save the world from Clementine, after all, he did turn good in the end before he died, didn't he?

;;; This is true. Although he tried to take over the world, in the

;;; end his conscience kicked in and he killed himself at the

;;; end of Book V, only to reappear with Clementine at the

;;; start of this book.

[LEVITICUS, clearly in trouble, takes out a small orb and holds it tight in his hand.]

Leviticus: Come on, you bastards!

[LEVITICUS is killed, cut into pieces like EXODUS, but a blue smoke drifts from his body and is sucked into the orb in his hand.]

Darius: [Unable to conceal his admiration] A soul sanctuary, very smart!


Jerrick: Shut up, Darius. Can anyone move yet?


Darius: [Calls out] Hey! Interferons! Kill him first!

[No one can move, and the INTEFERONS turn and look at the party. Two of them approach AUSTIN.]

Austin: Get the hell away from me!


Charlie: [To the Interferons] Stop! We can tell you where they hid the prophecy! You'll never EVER find it, otherwise!


Clint: [Pondering the ramifications of this situation.] Hey, you guys should really wait until we're in shape to fight back before you do anything hasty! But, if you want to be sleazy about this, at least you're starting with the right guy!


Interferon: [The one nearest Austin] We have no intention of hurting you. We just want something that you have. [Reaches into Austin's pocket and pulls out the Orb of Generomentis that Austin has had for the last few weeks (since Book VIII, Act III), before holding it up to the party] That's what we want.

;;; It feels like we've been stuck with you for years!!!


Mac: [Quietly hissing to Charlie] You really think they're stupid enough to fall for that?!


Charlie: Oh, NO! [Groans] We really should have tucked that away in a safety deposit box at some stage!


Jerrick: I'd suggest we let them take it at this stage, and just be a little grateful they turned up when they did.

;;; Er, thanks. I think ;-D


Charlie: Under the circumstances, we really have no choice, I suppose! [To the Interferons, briskly] Well, now you've gotten what you wanted, so off with you, then! Good luck with your mayhem-making, etc!

;;; Trust me, this is about the best you can hope for

;;; when it comes to a Conor-style compliment!


Interferon: In a moment.

[The INTEFERONS set to work cleaning up the fall out from the fight, picking up all the INTERFERON bodies and bits of LEVITICUS and EXODUS, as well as the orb that LEVITICUS had.]

Terry: [Slowly comes to and looks around] What? What the hell is going on here? You traitors!

Interferon: [Cuts Terry's throat, before looking to the party] Your paralysis will wear off shortly.

[There is another tremendous crack of lightning, and the INTERFERONS disappear. The weird light has also disappeared, and the party slowly start to feel movement return.]


Jerrick: [To Interferons, loudly] Thanks again! Your really very nice people! [To Party, quieter] Let's just get the hell out of here and get to Queens View before anything else mental happens, OK?

;;; Hehe, then I feel truly honoured!


Charlie: [Stretching and trying to stand up straight. To Jerrick] Agreed, but do we have a functioning carriage to use? Or would we perhaps be better off walking to Queens View, off the main road? [To Mac] And while we have this quiet moment, there is something I should like to say to you!


Jerrick: Could you two have your alone-time when we're NOT arse-deep in homicidal maniacs? Hmm, this carriage is done. Best off just hiking it. But let's make it snappy, I don't want to be stuck out here any longer than necessary. [Gathers his belongings, then turns to see if the others need any help]


Austin : [To Jerrick] Driver, perhaps you could go to Queens view, fetch a new carriage and come back and pick us up. [Casually surveys the scene. To Jerrick] Are you still here? What are you waiting for man?

;;;Hi John


Charlie: [To Jerrick] Do calm down. We have a moment, and this is quite important! [To Mac] I do not know who you are, but plainly you are not the seasoned adventurer you claim to be. However, we need all of the help we can get, and you have proven yourself capable of bravery in times of crisis so you are quite welcome to continue with us. That said, you should not have attempted to intervene when we were trying to interrogate Terry. We had no intention of killing him, but he had to at least think we might. [Sharply] NEVER do that again. Do you understand me?!

;;; Yay, welcome back, Dom!


Jerrick: [To Austin, smiling] Sure, that's one option. Alternatively, I could put my foot up your backside and dropkick you to Queens View. If I were you though, I would just get walking. [To Charlie] I dunno, I was quite ready to beat Terry to death with his own intestines - oh right, sorry. [Raises his hands in a conciliatory manner] Not interfering when you're chewing someone out. Got it. Just pretend I'm not here.

;;; Hi Dom


Austin : [To Jerrick] How incredibly rude [Rolls his eyes. To Charlie] One simply cannot get teh staff these days.


Charlie: [To Austin] True, but to be fair, it is a touch easier to retain servants when they are not placed in mortal danger every few minutes! [To Jerrick, folding her arms] If you intended to kill Terry, then perhaps WE need to have a little chat, as well! We are not killers, and if you are to travel with us, you will remember that. [Looks at Mac] But sometimes we find it necessary to do things we would not ordinarily choose to do. Ours is not a peaceful world, as you may have noticed.


Jerrick: [To Charlie] Sure, sure, whatever you say. I'm sure I'll be very sorry. Now, is there any chance of us getting a move on while I still have my youth and dashing good looks? [Muttering] Besides, he did crash into us.


Darius: Why don't we just take Leviticus' carriage?

[There are three carriages. The party's one, TERRY' one (both of which are damaged beyond repair) and the one LEVITICUS arrived on.]



Dur: Wait... We're not killers? I never got that memo!=20

;;; My favorite Conor-esque compliment went something like, "Ewww. You're gross!"


Alice: What was the point in sending it to you? You can't even read!

;;; Hey! I was trying to be nice!


Charlie: [To Dur] Well, we certainly TRY not to kill, at least!

;;; Awwwww!


Mac: [Looks to argue back with Charlie but quails under her gaze] Umm... but y-you err... OK?


Jerrick: [To Dur] Yeah this kind of thing happens when you put women in charge. They'd rather sit down with the homicidal maniacs and talk about their feelings. [To Darius] I suppose we could use Leviticus' carriage as long as there's nothing freaky in there. [Slaps forehead in mock despair] Oh, no! It's Leviticus' carriage! Ok, let's take a look, find out what's freaky about it and make sure it's not haunted by some funky spirit that'll try to rip our heads off. [To Austin] Austin, you first!


Charlie: [To Jerrick, bristling] You leave my marriage out of this! [To the group] Into the carriage! With any luck, we will make it to Queens View without further delay!


Mac: [Spinelessly scoots into the carriage at full speed] OK! Let's g-go.


Brian: I understand that this was a stressful situation, but we are all safe and alive. I think if everyone pauses for a moment and thinks about a happy time they once had, then the general mood will be lifted. After all, we're all on the same side.

Darius: I'm not.

Brian: Yes you are.


Jerrick: [Mostly to himself] Well at least we're on our way again. [To the Party] Hey, anyone want to take bets on how long before we're rammed off the road by a carriage driven by raving howler monkeys?


Alice: Don't be ridiculous, Jerrick. Everyone knows that raving howler monkeys can fly! [To the party in general] So, the Fear Givers want to please Clementine by scaring themselves; the Custos-Clemetines want to please Clementine by killing us; Jerome did seem to want to please her by getting those orbs*. So why did his guys kill the Custos-Clementines and let us go?

;;; She's referring to Book VIII, Act II when Jerome apparently

;;; tried to use one to give Clementine corporeal form, but

;;; instead accidentally (perhaps!) brought Austin back

;;; from the dead

;;;; Gone for an hour


Charlie: Perhaps Jerome no longer serves Clementine, and he has another reason for acquiring the orbs? [Flips through an old notebook] Didn't someone once tell us that using an orb of Generomentis would require an "enormous release of power"? Could that be the awful thing that has Darius running like a scared child?


Jerrick: Seems kind of like in-fighting to me. Maybe they have disagree on how best to please Clementine? Maybe they're fighting over who gets to please her the most? Maybe some groups couldn't care less about Clementine and just see it as a way to get power for themselves.


Austin : And I did have an orb at one point [Checks his pockets]

;;;; does he still have the orb?


Alice: They just took it, Aus!

Darius: [To Charlie] Actually, it's more like running like a scared little girl.


Jerrick: So does it sound to anyone else like we need to get that orb back to prevent the awful thing from happening? And what? Destroy it? Hide it? Do a funky dance with it? We need to know more about what it does, and it wouldn't hurt to have some more backup to deal with those Interferons who might object to us taking it back. I vote we get to Queens View, hole up for the night and consider our options. And a decent brandy.


Austin : [To Jerrick] Well the myth is that it brings to life that which the user most desires. This requires a human sacrifice. However, it probably summons a demon in the form of that which you most desire. [Frowns]

;;;;off home


Charlie: [To Austin, taken aback] Do you mean the demon-Lucy that Pestilence killed? Do you think you summoned her using the orb? [To Jerrick] We haven't anyone to turn to for back up, though we should probably talk to our associate, Deuce, once we get to Queens View. He does has some pull with HARMA, after all, and he might be able to shed some new light on the prophecy.

;;; Conor's away for the next two hours or so!


Jerrick: More demons. Fantastic. I wonder if the Interferons have a specific demon in mind? Anyway, OK let's go talk to Deuce, but we kind of got our butts handed to us back there. I think it'd be nice if we could do a little of the handing out of the pain rather than being on the receiving end all the time. What about some sort of magical items?


Charlie: We haven't anything of the sort, but I agree. We cannot win a battle against Interferons in direct combat. [Dramatically] Let stealth and planning will be our swords!


Mac: We need to find out where they're taking the orb then. Any experience on where they might hide such a thing?


Jerrick: Maybe Deuce can get us some information about the movements of the Interferons?


Charlie: [To Jerrick, doubtfully] Possibly, though that wouldn't really be his area of expertise. Still, he's fairly well connected and might know something of use. [With a sigh] And, just to get this out of the way, you may as well know that Deuce and I were once engaged, and he has a rather irritating tendency to insist upon referring to me as various sugary confections, despite the fact that we are now merely friends.


Jerrick: [Laughing] Hells, woman, you get around don't you! Anyway, if this Deuce is the kind of guy I'm thinking of, he'll probably know somebody who'll know somebody who.. well you get the idea.


Charlie: [Haughtily, raising an eyebrow] NO, I don't [finger quotes] get the idea! If you have something to say, say it!


Charlie: [Curtly, through gritted teeth] Thank you for the clarification. There is no need to discuss the subject any further. [To the group, abruptly hopping into the carriage] Let us be on our way, then!

;;;That's my three!


Clint: It's always the mousy ones, isn't it! [Hops in the carriage and looks around to see if there's anything interesting to grab.]


Alice: Charlie forgot to mention that Deuce and I were recently together. He's quite crazy about me. We're a really happening couple!

;;; This isn't quite true. He framed her for murder and

;;; routinely forgets her name.


Charlie: [Dismissively] Now, Alice, really! I hardly think there is any need to make a formal announcement disclosing the identity of every single person with whom one has slept only ONCE. Do let's hurry to Queens View.


Clint: And even if we did have a need, do we have the time? [Pauses.] Err... I mean, do let's hurry to Queens View!


Charlie: [Surprised] Why, Mr. Scar! How very romantic of you. I never dreamed you would be the sort to learn the names of the [finger quotes] ladies you employ to pleasure you sexually! [To Alice] I had just assumed he called each of them the same name, to save time, [muses] something like Roxy, that sort of thing?


Mac: [Trying to brighten the mood] N-now, now guys. W-why don't we j-just table t-this c-c-conversation for another t-time?


Alice: [To Charlie] Not that it's any of your business, but there was very little sleeping done, and we did the business TWICE! [To Mac] The man's a machine.


Jerrick: [Climbs into the driver's seat] Everyone ready? No-one needs to go to the little adventurer's room before we set off?


Clint: I'm sure he is, Bimbo. Now let's go find 'im, then see about getting that orb back!


[The party zoom off in the direction of Queens View, leaving the two crashed carriages behind them.]

Alice: Thank Phili we're finally on the move again. You know, I have a feeling that everything is going to be just fine, and that we won't meet any more weirdoes on this road. Yes, everything is going to be juuuust perf. [Frowns] I think I might need to pee.

;;; End of scene, next one coming right up


[Book VIII, Act VIII, Scene IV. The Carriage. ALICE, AUSTIN, CHARLIE, CLINT, DUR, JERRICK and MAC are here, along with BRIAN and DARIUS. Despite ALICE's whining about needing to pee, the party are making good time, and have been driving about an hour, which puts them about four hours into the six hour journey from Apraxia to Queens View. The only thing of note was that they saw four more meteors in that time. BRIAN has been driving everyone crazy with his talk of bliss and understanding.]

Brian: You see, God is love, and God is understanding. That's what's so sad about all these false religions, they insist on praying and church going and the like, but really, that's not God's scene at all.

;;; Phili, who's God in the Realms, has a religion just like

;;; traditional Western religions here, with praying, church

;;; going etc.

[The party spot something in the distance, which appears to be a bunch of people walking towards Queens View.]

;;; Out for an hour!


Mac: Wow, looks like Queens View is a popular destination.


Jerrick: Why do I get the feeling that this is not a good sign?


Mac: [Sarcastically] Maybe because everything else has gone so well today?


Jerrick: Well, start as you mean to go on, I always say! Let's get into the town and see what the story is.


Austin : [Brightly] Perhaps they saw my suit in their visions too, and are hurrying to Queensview to see it. [Smugly] It is a rather splendid suit.


Clint: Or maybe they're all here to mug us, run us all over, or do some other messed up thing like that so they can try to stop us?


Jerrick: Based on both the kind of day we're all having, and what I've seen of Austin's suit for myself, I'm going with Clint's theory.


Austin : [Sighs checking his nails briefly] Sad but true, there are few with the refined senses, taste and breeding left in the realms who could fully appreciate that suit.


Mac: Yes, and everyone of them would look at *that* suit with an upturned nose.


Austin : [To Mac, deadpan] Perhaps you should try thinking before you speak.


Charlie: [Straining to look out of the window] Perhaps these are merely people who had visions that took place in Queens View, and they are here seeking answers, like us?


Mac: Oh! Er... I err, I w-was just t-trying to erm... yes.


[As the party approach, they can see that there are hundreds of people on the road, all with shaven heads. They suddenly part very quickly, as a carriage drives through the middle of them, sending them scattering.]

Alice: Huh! They're all Candidates?


Jerrick: [To Charlie] Hold onto that happy thought.


Charlie: [To Darius] I don't suppose you have any idea what this is about?


Jerrick: Maybe it's a coincidence that they decided to hold a convention in the same town we're headed to? Or... maybe not.


Darius: It looks like at least one person is trying to get out of Queens View.


Charlie: [Squints at the approaching carriage] Yes, but who?


Austin : Now that is interesting, [Goes to the window] Where abouts?


[The carriage approaches, and the party can see ADAM DAWSON driving it. He slows as he approaches. The party last met him at Ixi, where they were attacked by the INTERFERONS. He appears to be a Hierophantic Knight, but also seemed to disappear when the INTERFERONS attacked.]

Adam: [Slowing to a stop as he comes up to the party, and gives them a grin] If it isn't my favourite TV stars!


Jerrick: [Jerrick slows the carriage to talk to Adam] Can you tell us what's going on here? What's with all the Candidates?


Charlie: Good to see you again, Mr. Dawson! Why are you leaving Queens View? Do tell us what you know, if you would!


Adam: I'm fleeing the authorities, and on my way to meet a man of the most awful reputation. [To Jerrick] They seem to think they've had some sort of vision, sending them to Clementine.


Charlie: They SEEM to think they've had a vision? We did, as well! I take it you did not? And what man are you meeting?


Jerrick: The Candidates had a vision? No wonder they're all upset. [To the Party] I think this deserves some investigation.


Adam: I sure did, just like everyone else who isn't a Candidate. What's making these guys even crazier than normal is that they are only starting to have theirs now. The man I'm meeting? He's a very disreputable sort, I don't think good folks like yourselves would hang around with him.

Alice: [To Jerrick] Yes it does! We have our own Candidate here, and he didn't have any vision. [Turns and stares at Dur] Did he?


Dur: [Is startled awake] Huh, wha? Are we there yet? Errr.... I mean. No! No visions for me! This is a vision-free zone [Motions to his groin] Errr...= . I mean [Motions to his head] .From qvblogger MIME-Version: 1.0 Received: by with HTTP; Thu, 31 Mar 2011 07:25:09 -0700 (PDT) Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2011 15:25:09 +0100 Delivered-To: conor.r@gmail.com Message-ID: <BANLkTimMSCBd03bk_EMwu35kEp-62vhatQ@mail.gmail.com> To: "Day, Kevin R. (Las Colinas) NA" <Kevin.Day@hanson.biz> Cc: John Ludlow <john.ludlow.uk@gmail.com>, Heather <heather.goggans@gmail.com>, dom <djmalzie@gmail.com>, Vel Angelus <velangelus1@gmail.com>, Tom Henderson <Thomas.Henderson@rice.edu>, TomHenderson <th4@rice.edu>, Colin Dinan <Colin.Dinan@version1.com>, Colin <dinancolin@googlemail.com>, djmalzie <djmalzie@googlemail.com>, QVBlogger <qvblogger@gmail.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1

Alice: [To Adam] How did you die in your vision?

Adam: Someone strangled me with a pair of frilly knickers.


Charlie: [Gasps and digs out a newspaper clipping of her in frilly pink underwear, showing it to Adam] Not THESE, I hope?!


Dur: [Scoffs] Any excuse to show them off these days, huh Charlie?From qvblogger Delivered-To: conor.r@gmail.com Received: by with SMTP id hv2cs261708qcb; Thu, 31 Mar 2011 07:33:53 -0700 (PDT) Return-Path: <heather.goggans@gmail.com> Received-SPF: pass (google.com: domain of heather.goggans@gmail.com designates as permitted sender) client-ip=; Authentication-Results: mr.google.com; spf=pass (google.com: domain of heather.goggans@gmail.com designates as permitted sender) smtp.mail=heather.goggans@gmail.com; dkim=pass header.i=heather.goggans@gmail.com Received: from mr.google.com ( [] ) by with SMTP id r58mr2797522weh.61.1301582032735 (num_hops = 1); Thu, 31 Mar 2011 07:33:52 -0700 (PDT) DKIM-Signature: v=1; a=rsa-sha256; c=relaxed/relaxed; d=gmail.com; s=gamma; h=domainkey-signature:mime-version:date:message-id:subject:from:to:cc :content-type; bh=oZMmNBW0hnB7WpGEsoglEQ4mcEX3JJS0v3cYBYQHaf8=; b=nFAhlBh5apX02UcY2M3LP5YZes8YetNN/94gnR6VDLwVZELeF/RVvSA9gosks94eyT Fl7iiIi6jfDXfkTJcJNBCoWLfdVJoS0EfXh7DS/4BRHsRHrODHOwZsk6+Ds96FvmBcE7 1BiJZ2vFlhT/RKnhrqWwz3DCWirxH75kJkbMwDomainKey-Signature: a=rsa-sha1; c=nofws; d=gmail.com; s=gamma; h=mime-version:date:message-id:subject:from:to:cc:content-type; b=IrYQOUCxCukn8V71i716Gm2CW1t+gauWOHpkCRfU2fbV4icrWBWF1+yb7FIcZuV7eu Wq7DrrVMk9KerhvuV/xS1e7ky6n097ynIgyjYZPN8n4RTwsiNEgMvxOpt7dvr6PiEmYl EWE46nKeoSkAS2ZB9v07hYfQsXM7D2t5//YZwMIME-Version: 1.0 Received: by with SMTP id r58mr2098702weh.61.1301582032527; Thu, 31 Mar 2011 07:33:52 -0700 (PDT) Received: by with HTTP; Thu, 31 Mar 2011 07:33:52 -0700 (PDT) Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2011 15:33:52 +0100 Message-ID: <AANLkTikGGY6QQ201DYqVfmbZPiBJxGYnxKXzyWZyusPM@mail.gmail.com> To: "Day, Kevin R. (Las Colinas) NA" <Kevin.Day@hanson.biz> Cc: Conor Ryan <conor.r@gmail.com>, John Ludlow <john.ludlow.uk@gmail.com>, dom <djmalzie@gmail.com>, Vel Angelus <velangelus1@gmail.com>, Tom Henderson <Thomas.Henderson@rice.edu>, TomHenderson <th4@rice.edu>, Colin Dinan <Colin.Dinan@version1.com>, Colin <dinancolin@googlemail.com>, djmalzie <djmalzie@googlemail.com>, QVBlogger <qvblogger@gmail.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1

Charlie: [To Dur, embarrassed] No, I--I just wanted to be sure! [Quickly changing the subject] Say, I wonder if perhaps you are no longer a Candidate?


Mac: [Dreamily] Wow... what a way to go.


Adam: [Looks at the clipping] Nah, they were way frillier than those. [Looks into the carriage and peers around] Huh, speak of the devil! I didn't realize you were friends with these guys, Darius.

Darius: That level of disingenuousness is the kind of thing that's likely to get you strangled. Did you get it?

Adam: Sure did. Threw a brick through Joe Nunpar's window and was immediately arrested. The rest of simple.

;;; Joe Nunpar is the leader of HARMA

;;; Gone for an hour!


Jerrick: So you off to some other time now, running like a scared girl being chased by a particularly large rat? Sure you don't want to take some of Charlie's underwear with you, just in case?


Charlie: [To Jerrick] Don't be absurd. There is absolutely no statistical evidence to support your assertion that female children are more easily frightened than male children! [To Adam, crossing her arms] His other point is valid, though. You intend to join Darius in hiding from what's coming? Is there nothing you can do to help those of us who would choose to stay and fight for the safety of others?


Jerrick: [To Charlie] Don't forget about my suggestion on the underwear.


Charlie: [To Jerrick] I didn't forget, rather ignored.


Jerrick: [In mock disgust] How ignorant! Here I am trying to make a valuable contribution, and you- [Sighs dramatically in mock despair, head in hands, then abruptly recovers] . [To Darius and Adam] Anyway, do you two cowards have anything moderately useful to contribute before you crawl off to whatever rock you deign to hide under, or are you both the complete wastes of space I currently believe you to be?


Adam: [Gives Jerrick a big smile] Can't it be both?

Darius: He was procuring a time travel orb -- the very same one that I was in search of.


Charlie: Well, if it IS to be both, then what help or advice can you give us?


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Adam: [Puts on his thinking-hard face for a few moments, but then stops] Nah, I got nothing.


Alice: What happens if all this prophecy stuff is about the end of the world, what happens then?

[Yet another meteor shoots across the sky.]

Darius: Then we'll be glad we travelled into the past to escape whatever's going to happen here.


Jerrick: So then it can't be both, you twit! [To Darius] What about you? Anything? Or are you as useless as this idiot? [Jerks his head at Adam]


Adam: No, it *isn't* both. It *could* have been both, though.

Darius: [Shakes his head] No sir! I'm way more useless!


Charlie: [To Darius, annoyed] Then you may as well go, and let us be on our way. [To Adam, with fake cheeriness] Have a great time avoid our horrible fate! Oh, and by the way, Darius here also wears frilly pink panties, so better watch out!


Mac: [Pointing up to the meteor] Whilst listening to you all is fascinating, perhaps we could attend to a more immediate problem?


Austin : May we travel through time with you, so that we can sort this mess out? [Points at the meteor] Can the orb take us all?


Adam: [Fake shock] Oh no! Darius! Say it isn't so!

Darius: [To Austin] Probably, but, given that you guys feature in the prophecy, it's a fairly safe bet that if you don't stay here to see it out, the whole world will be destroyed. So. Good luck with that.


Austin : [To Charlie] I thought that we were going to try to go back in time to sort this mess out?


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Charlie: [Coolly] You can blame Pestilence for this nonsense. He is the one who gave me that absurd underwear, and he's the one who told us about Dari-- [Shocked, to Darius] Oh my GOD! Did he give you your underwear, as well?!


Jerrick: [Blinks in genuine shock] That's some crazy-arsed love triangle you people got going there.


Clint: Don't be ridiculous, Sarge. Of course he did. So let's get about this whole saving the world gig, because we haven't done that since Tuesday!


Charlie: [Snaps at Jerrick] He wasn't in love with Darius. He's only ever been in love with--never mind! Mr. Scar, you are quite right. We should continue on to Queens View and leave these two to their self-preservation.


Jerrick: [Sarcastically] Sure, because I buy frilly pink underwear for all my general acquaintances, too - random people in the street as well, sometimes. [Climbs into the drivers' seat] Alice, do you want to go before we, erm, go?


Darius: [To Charlie] Sure, he says that now! [To Jerrick] So you're used to tossing your seamen over the side of a boat, eh? That's almost interesting. [To Adam] Ready to run away like a scared little girl?

Adam: Always!

[ADAM throws the orb onto the ground, and a large green circle of fire appears. ADAM and DARIUS look at each other for a moment, then at the party, and then finally at each other again, before standing up on their tip toes, dancing around, frightened.]

Adam: Help! Help!

Darius: Oh my God! We're all gonna die!

[The two step into the circle, which disappears seconds after.]

Alice: [To Jerrick] I'll have you know, Jerrick, I have a bladder of steel -- of *steel*!


Clint: [Scoots a little further away from Alice.] Sure, Bimbo. So why do we think the doc here hasn't had a vision yet when all these other guys have?


Charlie: Perhaps there is a narrowing-down process, and he has not made the final cut? If they are [finger quotes] Candidates, that suggests that they are merely being considered, no?


Alice: He does seem like the kind of guy would would miss a final cut, doesn't he?


Clint: [Incredulous.] What, some kind of "one man in all the world" thing, and you think it might be Dur? [To Dur.] No offense, doc.


Charlie: Well, he is rather uniquely positioned, isn't he? Both a Candidate and a member of a group prophesied to--do whatever it is we are supposed to do!


Jerrick: There's also a leadership trick some gangs try when they're moving into someone else's territory. They find someone on the other side who can be easily turned, and offer him something - power, money, women, drugs, you know the kind of thing. They get him to do small, insignificant stuff first, then work up to turning him completely - he's their in guy. Usually a complete weasel, a contemptible, utter failure of a human being who everyone hates anyway. Dur would fit the bill perfectly. [Pause] No offense Doc.


Charlie: [Loyally] Our Dur doesn't care about any of those temptations! [Hesitates and looks at Dur closely] Though if they offered him a sandwich--Dur?!


Clint: [Shrugs.] Then he'd get smart, take the sandwich, come to us, and blackmail us into giving him a second sandwich?


Charlie: [Delighted] Of course! [To Dur] Well played!


Clint: Anyway, now that we know that Dur's on our side, let's go do whatever it is we're prophesied to do!


Jerrick: Hmmm, I wonder if Clementine knows that? [Shakes his head] Anyway, yes, it sounds like we have a job to do.


Alice: Why don't we ask these Candidates up ahead if they know what's goingon?


Jerrick: You think they'd tell us? Ok may as well give it a try.


Clint: Good idea, Bimbo. And if worst comes to worst, we can always bribe him with a sandwich.


Charlie: Right, I'll give it a try. [To Jerrick] Driver, get us a bit closer, and I'll have a word with one of them.


Austin : I expect that they are all wearing frilly knickers too.


[The party drive on and soon catch up with the Candidates. There are about a hundred of them, walking in silence towards Queens View.]


Charlie: Right here will be fine, Driver! [Hops out of the carriage when it stops and approaches one of the Candidates]


[The Candidates all have blank looks, and don't pay any attention to CHARLIE. There are a few that the party have previously met, including PATTI "TERRY" LEE and LEX "TERRY" ROSENBAUM.]

<P><a href=http://www.queens-view.com/cast.php?query=Patti%20(Terry)%20Lee>Patti "Terry" Lee</A> <P><A href=http://www.queens-view.com/cast.php?query=Lex%20(Terry)%20Rosenbaum>Lex "Terry" Rosenbaum"</A>


Jerrick: Of course, your Imperious Majesty, High Queen Wenchiness!


Charlie: [Approaches Lex] Excuse me, Terry? Could I have a quick word with you? Why are all of you going into Queens View?


[LEX ignores CHARLIE, while PATTI tries to walk around JERRICK. He moves to block her, and she stops.]

Patti: [Whispering] Clementine.


Jerrick: So she could be here already? Wonderful. Well, at least we might find out what's going on. [To Austin] Hey, I would ask if you planned to do something useful, ever, but I think I know the answer.


Jerrick: Clementine? What about her? [To the Party] Could she be coming here?


Austin : [Sniggers. Sarcastically] It looks like Jerrick has a real way with the ladies [Chuckles]


Patti: [Tries to get around Jerrick] Clementine.

Alice: It looks more like they are going to her!


Charlie: [To Patti, urgently] Is Clementine in Queens View? Or will she be soon?


Patti: Clementine.

Alice: Oh! Oh! Watch this! This'll be great! [To Patti] Who's the biggest poopyhead in the Realms?

Patti: Alice.

Alice: Hey!


Charlie: [To Patti] I don't suppose you could tell us where Clementine will appear?


Jerrick: Ooh, a breakthrough! Ask her something else.


Austin : [To Jerrick] What you mean something useful like jumping around infront of mindless Terrys asking them dumb questions whilst the rest of the party wait for you to stop being an idiot, get on with the plan and get to Queensview? [Smirks] That's really useful.


Charlie: [To Austin] And what, exactly, do YOU propose we do once we get to Queens View? We have very little to go on at this point, and we must try everything we can think of to increase our understanding of the situation in which we are about to find ourselves!

;;; Hey, Tony, I think today marks about a month in the

;;; game for you, right? Hard to believe!


Jerrick: [To Austin] Actually I hoped you might have some, oh I dunno, insight as to what might be going on here. Anything?


Austin : Well I think that we have established that these Terrys have a few communication problems at present. It is possible that the Terrys are the 'children of the tree that has no thorns', that Clementine is the 'beast' that shall 'consume' them. So in that case we need to get to Queensview and stop Clementine from eating these poor Terrys.


Jerrick: That would be something we established by... [Looks thoughtful] wait, wasn't it by standing in front of them asking them questions? Oh wait, it was!


Alice: [Wags a scolding finger] Boys, boys, play nice!

[Another meteor shoots across the sky, causing all the Candidates to cheer in unison.]


Jerrick: Ok, folks, what's the plan? I think that [Glaring at Austin] Clementine being here changes things somewhat. Our original plan of seeking out Deuce may not be possible anymore.


Dur: So new plan? Is it still too late to vote for "run and hide" with Darius and Adam?=


Alice: Maybe we don't need a new plan -- Clementine has been here for months, but she's noncorporeal. Maybe that's about to change now that Jerome has the orb, but who's to say she is really here? And in Queens View?


Mac: I t-think it is t-t-too late. But b-being who w-we are we must g-go on and f-face C... Cle... H-Her, if She is here. If not w-we m-must s-s- [stamps his foot and closes his eyes] STOP her from c-coming!

;;; Wow! That went quickly. I couldn't believe it when you mentioned a

;;; month. I had to go back through my e-mail history and check. Feels

;;; like it was only yesterday when I joined.


Charlie: But perhaps she soon will be. Jerome did try to bring Clementine back once before, using another of these orbs. If the Interferons retrieved the orb for him, surely his intention is to use it. And perhaps the Candidates are here to join her?


Alice: [Nods] Sounds like Mac has a good plan!

[Another meteor flies across the sky, followed by another cheer from the Candidates.]


Austin : [To Jerrick] Whatever. [To the party] Of course, Clemetine could be 'the lady' that the prophecy refers to, in which case we may need her. Perhaps the candidates are to be sacrificed to make the orb work.


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On 1 April 2011 14:44, Day, Kevin R. (Las Colinas) NA

Jerrick: Right, but strolling in with nothing but a smile on our faces is a good way to get our butts handed to us. Again. You guys have dealt with her before, so I'll follow your lead, but we could see if we can observe what they're up to first. There might be an advantage we can use which we can't see from here


Alice: Interesting suggestion, Aus. After all, the last time the orbs worked, there was a sacrifice, although just one. [To Jerrick] We could try following them, but it's going to be ages before they get to Queens View; if that is actually where they're going.


Dur: It may be too late by then! Perhaps we don't need to force a direct confrontation with Clementine herself? Perhaps we only need to confront Jerom= e?


Charlie: [Horror-stricken] You don't think ALL of the Candidates are going to be [lowers her voice] sacrificed?! [To Dur] Just as well you seem not to have made the cut! [To the party] Perhaps we should go to Queens View and try to find Jerome? He's surely at the center of all of this.


Austin : So why don't we nip into Queensview quickly, see what Deuce has to say and anything else that is going on there. Deuce may have some translation for the last completely untranslated word in the Prophecy, then we might have some clues to wether or not we help or stop Clementine.


On 1 April 2011 14:59, Day, Kevin R. (Las Colinas) NA

Jerrick: If these people are the sacrifice, then the ritual isn't complete yet. [To Dur and Charlie] Agreed, we can get into Queen's View and see if we can spot Jerome. If we can get to him, maybe we can stop this in its tracks while we figure out what to do next.


Alice: The last time we confronted Jerome, Dur, tens of thousands of people died, so that's not exactly something I'd look forward to!

[Yet another meteor shoots across the sky. They are coming regularly now, about once every two-three minutes, although the delay between each pair varies.]

Alice: So, do we just leave these guys and head to Queens View? We'll need to keep a low profile, seeing as how everyone except Mac and Jerrick are wanted and all.


Austin : [Sighs. Lights up a cigarette in a rediculously long cigarette holder and blows a few smoke rings] Good, let's go.


Dur: [To Alice] But the death toll is likely to be even larger if we don't do SOMETHING. [Thinking, his head heating up dangerously from the effort] W= e could all shave our heads and go in disguised as candidates!


Alice: Right! Let's just give everyone a chance to have a pee, and then we can go!

[Exit ALICE behind a rock, after which the party can hear what sounds like a power hose going for a good ten minutes. Finally she comes back.]

Alice: Nah, didn't need to go.

[Everyone loads onto the carriage and head towards Queens View.]

;;; End of scene, next one coming right up


Charlie: Right, I say we head in to Queens View and contact Deuce, consult with him on the prophecy and see if he knows anything about Jerome. [To Jerrick and Mac] The two of you must be our public face as much as possible. And let us not forget, we do have two HARMA uniforms on hand, if disguise and subterfuge is needed! [Claps her hands] Into the carriage, group! Let's go!

;;; That is, if we managed to grab them from

;;; the wrecked carriage!


Mac: Um... yes... not wanted...


[Book VIII, Act VIII, Scene V. The Carriage. ALICE, AUSTIN, CHARLIE, CLINT, DUR, JERRICK and MAC are here, along with BRIAN. MAC and JERRICK are now dressed as HARMA Officers, in clothes that barely fit them. Along the way they have passed four more groups of Candidates, each as uncommunicative as the last. Finally, Queens View is in sight.]

Alice: Thank God! I'm dying to have a pee!


Dur: [Eyes wide] Remind me after this round of saving the world to perscribe you something for your bladder problems!=


Mac: [Nervously] Surely shouldn't p-people who n-need disguises b-be in t-the uniforms. [Hopefully] C-Charlie, w-would you like mine?


Austin : [Blows a few smoke rings] Well we are nearly there, I am sure Deuce has a bathroom. [Flicks some ash out of the window, looking out at Queensview]

;;;; is there nothing out of the ordinary in QV?


;;; Not close enough to see yet -- remember, it's

;;; just in sight

Alice: I hope to god he does!

[As the party get closer, they can see that there are a lot of people in the streets, but nothing particularly crazy. They are still a good two hundred yards out, and there is time to change around the uniforms if people want to.]


Jerrick: [To Mac] Easy, Mac. Just try to look angry and don't say anything


Charlie: [To Mac, getting ready to change] Yes, do give me the uniform at once. Hurry, we're nearly there!


Alice: Yeesh, Charlie! Any excuse to show your frilly undies, eh?


Charlie: Don't be ridiculous! [To the party] Do avert your gaze while I change, won't you? [To Alice] Here, you can stand in front of me to give me a bit of privacy, as well.


Jerrick: Some people just can't help themselves. On the other hand, maybe this is better - Charlie does looking angry quite well! Not so good at the not saying anything part though...


Mac: [Quickly changes out of the uniform and hands it to CHARLIE before putting on his normal robes] Here you go!


Alice: That's her friendly look, Jerrick!

[As the carriage approaches, the party can see BARRY GOODBAR, a harassed looking HARMA Officer who is covered in bandages. BARRY is the same officer that PESTILENCE knocked down at the start of the last act.]

Barry: [Very harried] Yes? [Breathes a sigh of relief] Thank God you're not more Candidates!


Mac: [Averts eyes modestly, although he can't help but take a peak every now and then to see if anything is on view]


Jerrick: Er, um.. [Remembers he's wearing a HARMA uniform] Heard reports of Candidates heading this way and we were sent to investigate -- Where are they all headed to?


Charlie: [Quickly changing into the uniform. In a low, exasperated voice] Oh, for--it would have to be someone Pestilence almost killed, wouldn't it?! Perhaps I'd better let the driver handle this one. . .


Alice: Oh, please, Charlie. If we never spoke to anyone that Pestilence has almost killed we'd never talk to anyone!

Barry: We don't know! They all seem to be gathering here and just hanging around the place. It's impossible to tell them apart, so we don't even know what they're looking for or where in particular they're headed. We've arrested as many as we could, and the jails are so full we had to put them in the hospital.

Alice: What did you do with the patients from the hospital?

Barry: Put them in the jail.

Alice: I thought that was full?

Barry: It is! We've had to put people from there in hospital!


Charlie: [To Barry] Right, keep up the good work, officer! [To Jerrick] We'd better be on our way.


Austin : [From within the carriage] But what did you do with those people that were already in the hospital [Chuckles]

;;;; have a groovy weekend peepl!


Jerrick: You mean you don't want to show him your friendly face and frilly underwear? There's just a whole other side to you, isn't there?


Barry: [To Austin] We just threw them out on the street -- after all, most of them were just criminals, anyway! [Steps aside to let the party pass] Go on in, but be careful, the place is crawling with Candidates.


Charlie: [Wryly] How splendid. Now the city will descend into chaos even more quickly! [To Jerrick, warning] Driver, your behavior is most unprofessional. I suggest you keep your mind on your task and off of my underwear!


Jerrick: As you wish, High Queen of The Wenches. [Gives a mocking half-bow] Any sign of Jerome or Clementine?


[The carriage goes through the gate, and the party can see that there are literally thousands of Candidates here, so the town is a sea of bald heads and white robes (that they are all wearing). Here and there the party can see HARMA uniforms and the occasional plain clothes of a civilian, but it is virtually impossible to see anything.]

Alice: If they're here, there's no way we can spot them!


Jerrick: What about Deuce - would he know something?


Alice: Yes he would! He would know who the sexiest girl in the party is! I don't know how we'll find him though, maybe if we were up higher?

[The meteors are now coming about once a minute. The Candidates give a cheer at each one, and are otherwise silent, and moving around slowly.]


Charlie: Is there a tower in Queens View? Or a hill? [Sudden thought] Oh--wait! We need to go to Clementine, the mountain!!


Jerrick: [Missing the point] Well, yes but where is she? And there's really no need to refer to her as a mountain -- that's really not very sensitive.


Alice: Until very recently, we thought Clementine was a mountain! Come on, let's sneak up on top of Harvey's house to see if we can spot something first.

;;; This is true. The mountain is a few miles

;;; from Queens View

[The party push their way through the crowds until they get to HARVEY's house, which ALICE lets them in to. They climb on top of the roof, and it is now clear that this is the roof that they were standing on in their vision -- although in the vision it was dark, and it is only about 5PM now. They can see that the town is literally filled with Candidates, and can even spot DEUCE in the thick of them, with some HARMA Officers. What's most disturbing, however, is that they can see Candidates approaching Queens View from every direction. There are clearly thousands and thousands of them on the way.]

Alice: That can't be good!

;;; And there we must pause until Wednesday!


Charlie: I quite agree. [Cranes her neck to see] Can we tell if they are going toward the mountain, or do they appear to be gathering here?


Clint: And how many hours do we have until people start killing each other? Can't forget that!


Jerrick: Watch out for any urges to kill each other. [To Austin] Especially if you feel the urge to stab me in the back. [Fumbles in his pockets] Hells, where did I put that flask?


Alice: Must... Kill... Jerrick...

[The Candidates all seem to coming *in* to Queens View, and none seem to be leaving.]

Alice: [Big smile] Only joking!


Clint: You didn't do something stupid like let Darius get his hands on it, did you? [Shakes his head sadly.]


Austin : [To Jerrick. Dryly] You have no need to worry. I have been resisting the urge to stab you in several places for some time now, and I have become exquisitely competent at resisting such urges. Naturally [Checks his nails briefly]


Alice: So far!


Charlie: [Pointing out Deuce] Well, I don't see how we'll ever catch up with Deuce at this point. What shall we do now? Try to see where the candidates are gathering?


Jerrick: [To Austin] Good to hear you are so strong willed. You are an inspiration to us all. I myself am in a constant struggle with the urge to chop off your head with my sword, [Dramatic sigh] a battle I may yet lose.


Austin : Is there something at the center that they are gathering around, [Looks up] Or perhaps something in the sky?


Charlie: [To Austin and Jerrick, impatiently] No doubt we shall have ample time for the two of you two compare [raises an eyebrow and makes finger quotes] swords later! [To Dur] Mac had an interesting idea there. Could you try speaking to another Candidate, and see if you can learn more? We will be nearby, of course, in case things go wrong.


Jerrick: [To Dur] Yeah, sure, we'll be right here! [To Clint] There a tavern nearby?

;;; I'll also be in and out a bit


Alice: His head is probably still shaved enough to pass as one -- The Swarm shaved it when we first met them.

;;; I'll post for Kevin

Dur: Sure! I'll talk to them.


Charlie: Splendid! We'll all go down to the street together, and you can try to ask one of the other Candidates what's happening. [To the party] Do be careful, though! Even amid all of this chaos, no doubt HARMA still intends to arrest us!


Jerrick: Yeah! Maybe there's somewhere I can get a drink down there too!


Austin : [Grimaces at Charlie's talk of comparing swords with jerrick] Oh, my god, what a vile suggestion. [To Charlie] Just because you often dream about them handcuffing you, does not mean that it will come true.


Jerrick: [To Austin] Don't worry Austin, no need to compare. We all know mine is way bigger. [Hefts his sword to illustrate] [To Charlie] Maybe you can show *them* your underwear, and maybe they'll handcuff you. [To the Party] Ok then. We have work to do. To the tavern!


[The party start heading down the stairs, only to come face to face with a man coming up them. This is STINKIN LINCOLN, who, by any definition, is clearly a goon. He stops and looks startled when he sees the party.]

Alice: Hey! Who the hell are you? This is Uncle Harvey's house!

;;; Remember, the party were on top of Harvey's

;;; house


Jerrick: He's surprised that anyone's here. Someone sent him, and told him the house would be empty.

;;; Will be out for ~1hr


Stinkin: Uh, sorry, wrong house. [Turns and starts racing down the stairs]

Alice: Let's get him!


Charlie: Stop at once! [Tries to grab Stinkin]


Austin : Yes. Halt!


Mac: Get him guys! I'll cover our rear! [Hangs back and lets everyone past]


Alice: [Glances back] Gasp! Look at that monster coming down behind Mac!

[CHARLIE, ALICE, JERRICK and CLINT give chase, but STINKIN is well ahead of them, and quickly disappears into the crowd of Candidates. The party spot NEFF "TERRY" CAMPBELL standing in the street. She is a Candidate that they have dealt with in the past.]

Neff: Clementine.


Mac: MONSTER! Where??? [Looks around frantically before rushing down and pushing his way into the middle of the group]


Charlie: [To Dur, nodding toward Terry] Ask her where she's going. See if you can get her to talk to you!


Neff: Clementine.

[MAC pushes his way into the party, and somehow manages not to fall down the stairs.]


Dur: [Frowns thinking about his past 'luck' and then says to Jerrick] Perhaps we haven't been properly introduced. [Against his qualms he turns to Nef= f] Oi! Hail Clementine and all that jazz. Errr... Now that 'we' are here, what are we waiting for?=


Neff: Clementine.


Charlie: [Sighs] Thank you for trying, Dur. They seem to be in a trance of some kind, so I suspect that's all of the information we will be getting from them. [To the party] What now? Any ideas?


Jerrick: Good work, man! Ask her when Clementine is arriving, maybe?


Alice: [To Neff] When is Clementine arriving?

Neff: Clementine.

Alice: I think we should try and talk to Deuce.


Charlie: [Tries to see over the crowd] He was heading in that direction earlier. Let us try to locate him, though I don't know how easy it will be in this crowd! [To the party] Come along, group!


Austin : [To Charlie] Just shout 'Charlie is single again'.


Alice: [Extremely unhappy, but shouts out] Alice is single again!

Neff: Clementine.


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Charlie: [Snaps at Austin] No, I'm NOT! [Self-consciously avoiding making eye-contact with everyone] Now, let's get moving, or we'll never find Deuce.


Austin : You could at least try calling out his name.


Charlie: [Straining to look ahead, calls out] Deuce?!


Jerrick: Deuce! Charlie is single again! [Thoughtfully] Hmm, that might scare him off.


[The party push their way through the crowd, making slow progress, and not spotting DEUCE. Suddenly there is a loud pop, and CHARLIE gives a jump. Enter DEUCE, having just smacked CHARLIE on the ass.]

Deuce: Hey there, Puddin' Pop! [Looks around at the party] Hi guys! Back to the scene of the crime, eh?

Alice: [Flutters her eyelashes and gives Deuce her sexiest look] Hi Deuce.

Deuce: Hi, uh, um, Alison, great to see you!


Charlie: [To Deuce, startled] Oh, when WILL you learn to keep your hands to yourself?! You know full well I am no longer your sweet frozen treat!


Jerrick: The three of you can get down and dirty later. [To Charlie, pretending to scald] Charlie, I really thought you'd keep your mind on the job and not be off waving your backside at every man that passes. Deuce, we need to know what these Candidates are doing here, and where in Queens View they're headed.


Deuce: Believe me, friend, I wish I knew that too! They just keep coming, have been doing so since we all had our second vision. First it was just a trickle, but now it's a flood!


Charlie: We believe there is a connection between this and the prophecy. Could we find a quiet place to discuss this? Your place, perhaps? I should like to get your opinion on progress we've made on the translation since we last saw you.


Deuce: Alright, Puddin' Pop, let's go. You guys probably need to keep a low profile.

[Exit ALL into the crowd.]

;;; End of scene, next one coming right up


[Book VII, Act VIII, Scene VI. Deuce's House. ALICE, AUSTIN, CHARLIE, CLINT, DUR, JERRICK and MAC are here, having just been let in by DEUCE. The house is a total mess, with all sorts of academic books strewn all over the place, as well as dozens of empty beer bottles and half eaten hams.]

Deuce: Great! Looks like the cleaning lady was here!


Charlie: [Surveys the room in disgust] You really MUST fire your cleaning woman. [Brightens] We've made some terribly exciting progress on the prophecy, Deuce! We have everything now but one last word. Take a look and see if you have any new ideas? [Hands the prophecy to Deuce]


Austin : Let us hope it does not translate to 'sweet frozen treat'. [Chuckles shaking his head]


Clint: [Amused.] Why not? Can you think of a better description for her?

;;; Welcome back, all, and my word is that a lot of messages to wade through!


Charlie: [To Clint, irritably] How about [finger quotes] wife of a homicidal maniac with a rather vicious jealous streak? If that will keep all of you from groping me [glares at Deuce] , or calling me ridiculous names, or speculating about the flounciness of my underwear [glares at Jerrick] at any given time, do please think of me in those terms!!


Deuce: [Reading through the prophecy, but looking over the top of it] Just how flouncy are we talking here?


Jerrick: Doesn't have the same ring to it. And I'll remind you I have never once groped you! Nor have I speculated, because I saw the flounciness with my own eyes. [Shudders]


Charlie: [Taps the prophecy] Do stay focused. What do you make of it?


Jerrick: You don't want to know.


Deuce: Don't bet on it, friend. I once wrote a scientific paper on the correlation between the square footage of the frill and level of excitement in the bedroom. The paper was crap, of course, but the field work was very gratifying. [Looks back at the prophecy] Okay, I've done a bit more work myself, and I think the extra information you found fits in with it. See this first part? The Fruit of the Tree that has no thorns? I think it refers to the Realms; that something is going to happen and the Realms will be different after it.


Clint: You mean, just as an example, Clementine showing up and all the candidates plus Dur getting loose to run the place after everyone else kills each other, that sort of thing?


Deuce: [Thinks for a moment] Yeah, that's precisely the kind of thing!


Clint: [Pleased with himself.] Haw! This education stuff is a waste of time if nerds have to go to school to figure that out.


Charlie: [To Clint] But it was Deuce's considerable education that enabled you to make the connection! [To Deuce, eagerly] What else have you learned?


Jerrick: Yeah, we'd kind of figured out that much for ourselves. Anything else, like how she plans to achieve this?


Deuce: Nothing, I'm afraid, but that's not surprising -- the prophecy isn't about Clementine changing the world, it's about what happens after she changes it.


Charlie: [Gasps] You mean it isn't about us stopping her? Are you saying that Clementine's rise to power is inevitable?!


Clint: Priorities, Sarge! What really matters is if we're still around after it happens so that her fall from power happens, too. So no sneaky stabbing each other in the backs!


Mac: Surely not! If that was the case then all actions were predetermined and free will doesn't exist! The prophecy can only be a possible future.


Jerrick: No sneaky stabbing each other in the back, right, Austin? [To Deuce] What happens after she changes the world?


Deuce: I don't know, but whatever it is, you guys are instrumental in it. [To Charlie] No, like your young friend here says, it's only a possible future, but, if Clementine does change the world, then you will be needed to fix things. If you want my advice, you'll stop her from changing it in the first place, although, I think it's already changing.


Charlie: [To Deuce] Forgive me, these are our new colleagues, Mac [points to Mac] and [nods at Jerrick] Mr. Adaar. [Frowns] What role do you think that HARMA will play in all of this, Deuce?


Jerrick: Stop her? [Sarcastic] Amazing. Charlie, why didn't we think of that?


Deuce: [Cocks an eyebrow at Jerrick] Oh great, another wisecracking asswipe. Look, sonny, you came to me for help, don't get pissy with me for giving my opinion. And if you had thought of it, you don't really seem to have done anything to stop it. Now, why don't you have a beer and maybe a ham? It might sooth you.


Deuce: I think they're going to make things a lot more annoying and difficult than they need be. They are totally out of their depth, and they're trying to arrest anyone they can. They're arresting people who claim to have met angels, they're arresting Candidates; the latest I heard is that they think they've arrested an angel!


Charlie: [Excited] Group, we must go rescue that angel at once! [To Deuce, pointing at the prophecy] Look, don't you think the last bit of the prophecy could refer to an angel?! It must mean something.


Jerrick: What did they arrest this angel for?


Mac: [Sceptically] An angel? More likely a loony claiming to be an angel.


Jerrick: [To Deuce] Well? Could it just some idiot trying to pass himself off as an angel?


Dur: Wasn't Pesty an angel once?From qvblogger Delivered-To: conor.r@gmail.com Received: by with SMTP id hv2cs76859qcb; Wed, 6 Apr 2011 10:26:32 -0700 (PDT) Return-Path: <heather.goggans@gmail.com> Received-SPF: pass (google.com: domain of heather.goggans@gmail.com designates as permitted sender) client-ip=; Authentication-Results: mr.google.com; spf=pass (google.com: domain of heather.goggans@gmail.com designates as permitted sender) smtp.mail=heather.goggans@gmail.com; dkim=pass header.i=heather.goggans@gmail.com Received: from mr.google.com ( [] ) by with SMTP id r58mr9087581weh.61.1302110791294 (num_hops = 1); Wed, 06 Apr 2011 10:26:31 -0700 (PDT) DKIM-Signature: v=1; a=rsa-sha256; c=relaxed/relaxed; d=gmail.com; s=gamma; h=domainkey-signature:mime-version:date:message-id:subject:from:to:cc :content-type:content-transfer-encoding; bh=tfMUJPvAkJ3g2Py40sBwA0ujQba2Dl25Q94srdXqljY=; b=bKC3PX5A1Kjo73Ebwe/ILCeZ8IQk2WlUltCFXZmDY0FFp2cf0BRHBMJaMwDx6xxLyo X/3HoPQTlYQzfGf7808/dr8LlhI47jLh855ER4HlnAdcpzj9sB3vsOZZ5sam/crRgZ6p T+UGE08vLOmwB4h39Sl8HorBTq8QBdcH5rlEkDomainKey-Signature: a=rsa-sha1; c=nofws; d=gmail.com; s=gamma; h=mime-version:date:message-id:subject:from:to:cc:content-type :content-transfer-encoding; b=a7F1LNuLmIUi0fWa6ozYLqAqq8D6KGr/R7doczmJgMk/UxkKXpQMwDqS65xMPO2Y+u KZfjm9zK71QnuT+Z1TtLVNWIOf/v8W4Wygpoa9k7STf8aAScm9TFBREd1KYOE0YvWm57 LxB3v9kJRr0ovLlNcdeUZRq9u62RFJ1rV5n4kMIME-Version: 1.0 Received: by with SMTP id r58mr6625243weh.61.1302110791153; Wed, 06 Apr 2011 10:26:31 -0700 (PDT) Received: by with HTTP; Wed, 6 Apr 2011 10:26:31 -0700 (PDT) Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2011 18:26:31 +0100 Message-ID: <BANLkTi=R2LFng2B8FQt9P+LGLg3BbBdCfQ@mail.gmail.com> To: "Day, Kevin R. (Las Colinas) NA" <Kevin.Day@hanson.biz> Cc: John Ludlow <john.ludlow.uk@gmail.com>, Vel Angelus <velangelus1@gmail.com>, Conor Ryan <conor.r@gmail.com>, Tom Henderson <Thomas.Henderson@rice.edu>, dom <djmalzie@gmail.com>, TomHenderson <th4@rice.edu>, Colin Dinan <Colin.Dinan@version1.com>, Colin <dinancolin@googlemail.com>, djmalzie <djmalzie@googlemail.com>, QVBlogger <qvblogger@gmail.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable

Charlie: [To Dur, nodding] Yes, he was, [to Jerrick and Mac] and we have met other angels before, as well. So, it is possible that HARMA actually has an angel in custody. Certainly, we can't ignore the potential connection to the last part of the prophecy. [Ruefully] And it isn't as if we have any other leads to pursue, in any case.

;;; Have a good night, guys! : )


Clint: Plus, angels are always so grateful and friendly!

;;; This is probably a dumb question, but is the translated prophecy up

on the website somewhere for those of us with memories like... well,

like theorists?


Charlie: Well, Pestilence was lovely, anyway. Perhaps this angel will be, as well.


Clint: Or this could just turn out to be HARMA being a bunch of idiots, because who would see that coming?


Charlie: Yes, I admit that is quite likely, but again--I am at a loss to suggest any other course of action. So, if no one objects, shall we try to free the angel?


Austin : [Shrugs, helps himself to a beer. To Deuce, holding up a beer] May I? One for yourself perhaps?


Clint: Hell yeah, we should rescue the angel. If he is an angel, maybe he can help us, and if he isn't, we just get to annoy those HARMA whackjobs, so we still win!


Jerrick: [Stuffing bottles of beer into his pockets] Ok, may as well. Let me just grab some supplies.


Deuce: Sure Aus, work away.

Alice: Freeing the angel is all well and good, but if he really is an angel why can't he just free himself? Aren't they supposed to magical or something? After all, HARMA are a bunch of idiots. [To Deuce] No offence.

Deuce: Non taken -- I only work for the bunch of idiots!


Charlie: [Takes a sniff of a ham and wrinkles her nose] Help yourselves to the beer, group, but I would avoid the ham! [To Deuce] How has it been, working for HARMA? Have you learned anything useful?


Jerrick: Well, we could stand here speculating all day or we could go take a look for ourselves and find out. Charlie's right - it's not like anyone's got any better ideas.


Deuce: I know you've met angels before, but that was when you travelled back in time, right? I've never seen any reliable reports of them, though, so I'm pretty sceptical about the one that HARMA has. Plus, he doesn't have any wings, added to the fact that he's, well, a bit of a dick, makes me think he's not really an angel.

[The party start making their way through the streets.]

Deuce: I haven't learned much from HARMA other than the fact that it's not a hierarchy at all; Joe Nunpar seems to make all the decisions, and that includes everything form what sort of toilet paper they buy -- single ply, because double ply is a tool of the devil to encourage anal sex -- to what kind of cheese is legal. None, by the way, because it's all a disgusting and pathetic attempt to escape reality, apparently.

;;; Cheese, of course, is an intoxicating substance

;;; in this game!


Charlie: How barbaric! I wonder how Nunpar became so powerful? Have you much contact with him?


Deuce: As little as possible, as he's a weaselly little toad.

[The party get to the jail, which, like every other building in the Realms is surrounded by Candidates. Also here is BRIAN, talking to a HARMA Officer, GEORGE LA FORGE.]

George: Look, you weirdo, you can't get to see the [finger quotes] angel!

Brian: I understand how fear makes you aggressive, but I just want to be near him.

Deuce: [Rolls his eyes] Oh, God. Another freak.


Mac: I guess with the day we've been having this was to be expected. Perhaps our [finger quotes] guards can get us in?


Deuce: Believe me, friend, you don't want to see the inside of a HARMA jail. Fortunately, I know what window is his, so we can talk to him that way. What do you think?


Charlie: Good idea, Deuce. I think the more discreet we can be, the better!


Jerrick: Finally, something useful. Lead the way.


Deuce: Follow me, folks. [To Charlie] So, Puddin' Pop, married? How's that working out for you?


Mac: [To Deuce] Please, can you keep your mind on the task at hand? She doesn't need constant harassment from an ex!


Jerrick: Yeah, there's so many of them that if they all wanted to harass her, she'd have no time to harass anyone else!


Charlie: [To Deuce, sharply] Not particularly well. He murdered my father.


Deuce: Oo-kay! Sounds like the honeymoon is over!

[The party are now just below a cell window, which is about ten feet off the ground.]

Deuce: Right. He's up there.


Jerrick: [Looks at the window, then at Deuce, then at the window again] You idiot, Deuce. We're not the ones who can fly! Alright, where can we get a ladder?


Deuce: Look, guy, I don't know what the hell your problem is with me, but you're starting to piss me off.


Charlie: [To Jerrick] Do watch your tone! He is trying to help us, you know. [Looks up] Perhaps we could form a human ladder?=


Jerrick: Alright, alright, so I'm a cranky S-O-B. [Pulls a beer from his pocket and opens it, takes a swig] You could have mentioned that the window was up there. I don't suppose you have a miraculous plan to get someone up there to talk to this guy, by any chance?


Deuce: [To the others] Is this guy trying to be obtuse? Or is he really this dumb?


Mac: Perhaps we could just give someone a leg up? A human ladder may be a bit too obtuse.


Alice: Me! Me! Me! I'll go!

[ALICE is hoisted up and looks in through the window.]

Alice: Hey! Are you an angel? [Looks back down at the party] He gave me the finger. What do you think that means?


Charlie: [Hopefully] Perhaps he's trying to communicate? Why don't we see if Brian will try and talk to him for us?


Deuce: Is he one of those loonies who thinks he's met a real angel?

Alice: [Jumping back down] Anyone else want to have a go?


Mac: Perhaps not someone wearing a erm... a s-skirt.


Charlie: All right, I'll try. Here, help me up!


[CLINT hoists up CHARLIE, while DEUCE gives MAC a boost. Inside the cell they can see ADAM JOHNS, who's sitting down, glaring back up at them.]

Adam: What?

Alice: See? He doesn't seem very angelic to me!


Mac: You're the angel?


Charlie: [To Adam] Do you know anything about the prophecy?


Adam: [To Mac] That's what everyone seems to think. [To Charlie] What prophecy?


Mac: Yes, but for them to think you're an angel, you must have given them a reason to?


Charlie: Indeed, why do people seem to think you are an angel?


Adam: Look, I'm just a guy who told me to stop being assholes to each other. If that makes me an angel, then give me my wings!


Charlie: [To Adam] Thank you for your assistance. [Hops down and sighs] Well, so much for that theory. Does anyone have any ideas? I'm afraid I am at a loss. . . .


Jerrick: What about that hill you mentioned earlier, the one called Clementine?


Austin : Hmm, yes a good bit of fresh air and a stroll up Clementine. That is kind of where this all started. Lets go and visit the spot where Trindle killed himself. I quite like that spot.


Deuce: That's what's weird about it, Austin. They're not going to the hill, they're all coming here. In fact, at the current rate, there must be over ten thousand here, and their rate of arrival is getting faster and faster.

[Yet another meteor streaks across the sky. They are now almost continuous.]

Alice: Then where are all of them? I know, the place is jammed, but Queens View is small, surely it can't hold ten thousand people?

;;; This is true!


Charlie: Could they be underground? Is there perhaps a tunnel connection to the hill?


Jerrick: Are there any caves or tunnels under Queens View


Deuce: Not that I know of. Maybe one of you who lived here might know?

Alice: I don't think so -- well, other than that whole gateway to hell thing that the church is built on.

;;; Last seen in the game in Book III, Act I, almost

;;; nine years ago, so I guess no one remembers!!


Dur: Perhaps we should start our investigation there then?

;;; I wasn't even playing nine years ago! :p Maybe that's why they don't remember. *EGO*=


Mac: Well, I guess it's worth checking out.


Charlie: [To Alice] What gateway to hell?! I don't have anything about that in my notes.

;;; Yeah, only Dom was playing then, though I'll have been

;;; playing seven years as of this October! : O


Alice: Well then, I guess we know who the real watcher is here! [Glances at Deuce for approval]

Deuce: [Slaps Alice's ass] Haw! Excellent stuff, er, uhm...

Alice: [Irritated] Alice!

Deuce: Come on, Alice! Of course I know your name, I was just trying to remember if you were a doctor or not.

Alice: Oh! [Self conscious] Yeah, I suppose I am really smart.

[DUR falls down unconscious.]

Alice: Right! Let's go. [Turns to head off but immediately trips over Dur]


Charlie: [To Dur, poking him with a stick] Look alive there, Dur! We most certainly are not going to carry you to the Gateway to Hell.


Austin : [Looks a little distant and pale [Sighs. Sarcastically] Great. The gateway to hell. Just Great. [To Charlie and the others] We all dies the last time we were there.

;;; Have I been playing this for 9 years? blimmin 'eck. Now I feel old.


Jerrick: [To Dur] I could carry you to the Gateway to Hell, but be damn sure I'm throwing you in!


Dur: [Snaps out of it and sits straight up, looking up at the group] Ok. Did you all just grow taller or did I grow smaller?=


Alice: I wouldn't have thought it possible for you to be any smaller!


Dur: I hope that's not a joke about my manly bits! [Looks around] Oh! I'm on the ground, that expains it then. [Stands up and dusts himself off] Well = explains most of it. Doesn't explain the voices I guess...From qvblogger Delivered-To: conor.r@gmail.com Received: by with SMTP id hv2cs14550qcb; Thu, 7 Apr 2011 08:28:43 -0700 (PDT) Return-Path: <heather.goggans@gmail.com> Received-SPF: pass (google.com: domain of heather.goggans@gmail.com designates as permitted sender) client-ip=; Authentication-Results: mr.google.com; spf=pass (google.com: domain of heather.goggans@gmail.com designates as permitted sender) smtp.mail=heather.goggans@gmail.com; dkim=pass header.i=heather.goggans@gmail.com Received: from mr.google.com ( [] ) by with SMTP id i37mr1366845wej.106.1302190122012 (num_hops = 1); Thu, 07 Apr 2011 08:28:42 -0700 (PDT) DKIM-Signature: v=1; a=rsa-sha256; c=relaxed/relaxed; d=gmail.com; s=gamma; h=domainkey-signature:mime-version:date:message-id:subject:from:to:cc :content-type; bh=+We2boRbKmQ6QFYtYrID95rH/UoSXlg6gV7ztjh+0wM=; b=lIpMq7thTs/sG/4i6h/s/4sA9XGKWBvoDbRItPJ3rNXICIogIsPAU7q7fz1/opvLpd y25fJfHDNxXXA/+yF3FxSACgEGyIMfra6IvtNAWhLgrAwEiZGEMc5bEKy4iDzIitveXh ilFnrOcF4TUyjYzaiMSnwMeLOC99DlRkZL9yUDomainKey-Signature: a=rsa-sha1; c=nofws; d=gmail.com; s=gamma; h=mime-version:date:message-id:subject:from:to:cc:content-type; b=jxlk2dITalQVKd8t2VPl0QpiFZgujpXSNADQCfM6kQHFgmhOBHdMa9rUQj5rPxgnlt egc/3HhevsbIyxpBfHt1f8bVUyL8qOSZ9leMW2D8rcdhfP+DsJx7t9hsc+z4qBhqehvi /3rxtWAwBQSSjVaKaojdzYkVGv/VfiUgWA2c0MIME-Version: 1.0 Received: by with SMTP id i37mr972980wej.106.1302190121960; Thu, 07 Apr 2011 08:28:41 -0700 (PDT) Received: by with HTTP; Thu, 7 Apr 2011 08:28:41 -0700 (PDT) Date: Thu, 7 Apr 2011 16:28:41 +0100 Message-ID: <BANLkTi=kUko0St+24UUb6TLW3TB0nL8_Qg@mail.gmail.com> To: "Day, Kevin R. (Las Colinas) NA" <Kevin.Day@hanson.biz> Cc: Conor Ryan <conor.r@gmail.com>, John Ludlow <john.ludlow.uk@gmail.com>, dom <djmalzie@gmail.com>, Vel Angelus <velangelus1@gmail.com>, Tom Henderson <Thomas.Henderson@rice.edu>, Tom Henderson <th4@rice.edu>, Colin Dinan <Colin.Dinan@version1.com>, Colin <dinancolin@googlemail.com>, djmalzie <djmalzie@googlemail.com>, QVBlogger <qvblogger@gmail.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1

Charlie: [Urgently] What voices? What are they telling you?


Alice: Are they telling you to pull up your skirt and moon the cops in the carriage behind you? Because if they are, you probably shouldn't listen to them.


Dur: [Frowns at Alice] Despit what I should suspect as a long standing experience with your own internal voices, [Turns to the rest of the group, poin= ts at Alice, and make the universal sign for 'Crazy Person'] these were real. I was in a dark room and they screamed from every direction "QUEEN'S VIE= W!"From qvblogger Delivered-To: conor.r@gmail.com Received: by with SMTP id hv2cs15006qcb; Thu, 7 Apr 2011 08:40:52 -0700 (PDT) Return-Path: <heather.goggans@gmail.com> Received-SPF: pass (google.com: domain of heather.goggans@gmail.com designates as permitted sender) client-ip=; Authentication-Results: mr.google.com; spf=pass (google.com: domain of heather.goggans@gmail.com designates as permitted sender) smtp.mail=heather.goggans@gmail.com; dkim=pass header.i=heather.goggans@gmail.com Received: from mr.google.com ( [] ) by with SMTP id y2mr1417044wbv.62.1302190851405 (num_hops = 1); Thu, 07 Apr 2011 08:40:51 -0700 (PDT) DKIM-Signature: v=1; a=rsa-sha256; c=relaxed/relaxed; d=gmail.com; s=gamma; h=domainkey-signature:mime-version:date:message-id:subject:from:to:cc :content-type:content-transfer-encoding; bh=qYhyoik/lLgLPYXzA34aDf+vx1dpL5ZkmaTiObA1qFg=; b=omnwN/a1srSueMuaxkEIjwymAeDGopjrNYJnqf1+MUGHjtFJ6/HBRMON4VPzgYTPAt M+6RFOu7avQlNUnoO3A6w5jvZKfdYD2/Bo31DODE0IdRBC3ODCRolE6bTKDikFPWRy8x kda2kj0u8ME3spKX6sIyLyZYQkWm6ZqsRLuOsDomainKey-Signature: a=rsa-sha1; c=nofws; d=gmail.com; s=gamma; h=mime-version:date:message-id:subject:from:to:cc:content-type :content-transfer-encoding; b=nzmIQAjzXGgraLInNHZV3DFZRP4xvy+NxhAusYm9kYS0BwxibvnVCon91snhFeULba 9/HypC8Pq/L23IHZQ6c89n7vn0mR0Nsj4DqER7fCsJYVDhYBoY+ZXblSajAtblyyjxoI oeczlQE1Qw4z+u15cFCgQzNt8fNn4I4OdoNxQMIME-Version: 1.0 Received: by with SMTP id y2mr1054904wbv.62.1302190851348; Thu, 07 Apr 2011 08:40:51 -0700 (PDT) Received: by with HTTP; Thu, 7 Apr 2011 08:40:51 -0700 (PDT) Date: Thu, 7 Apr 2011 16:40:51 +0100 Message-ID: <BANLkTi=UKu6tXAeLF-Y2GdDrN68u6HfAOw@mail.gmail.com> To: "Day, Kevin R. (Las Colinas) NA" <Kevin.Day@hanson.biz> Cc: Conor Ryan <conor.r@gmail.com>, John Ludlow <john.ludlow.uk@gmail.com>, dom <djmalzie@gmail.com>, Vel Angelus <velangelus1@gmail.com>, Tom Henderson <Thomas.Henderson@rice.edu>, Tom Henderson <th4@rice.edu>, Colin Dinan <Colin.Dinan@version1.com>, Colin <dinancolin@googlemail.com>, djmalzie <djmalzie@googlemail.com>, QVBlogger <qvblogger@gmail.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable

ints at Alice, and make the universal sign for 'Crazy Person'] these were real. I was in a dark room and they screamed from every direction "QUEEN'S V= IEW!"

Charlie: [Worried, pats Dur's head] Oh, dear. I hope you aren't about to slip into a trance, like the others! [To the party, dramatically] To the church!


oints at Alice, and make the universal sign for 'Crazy Person'] these were real. I was in a dark room and they screamed from every direction "QUEEN'S =

Jerrick: From every direction, huh? Any coincidence that all we can see for miles in any direction are Candidates?


Alice: Remember, Adam told us that the Candidates'd had a vision, and that's why they were going to Queens View. I guess our Dur has finally grown up!

[GEORGE LA FORGE, the HARMA Officer appears.]

George: Hey! What are you people doing here?

Deuce: [To the party] Get out of here, I'll sort him out. [To George] Georgie, boy! Just the HARMA Officer I was looking for. Someone broke into my house and stole half my hams!

[Exit the party.]

;;; End of scene, next one coming right up


Clint: One thing you learn in this line of work, bud, is that there's no such thing as coincidences.

;;; Why do I have this vague recollection of being told that it was while

;;; the party was in hell that Clint either (a) lost a testicle or (b) grew it

;;; back, or possibly (c) both?


;;; Neither! He lost it just outside Queens View, and grew it

;;; back in the Interior, where the elves are. Maybe that's

;;; what you're thinking of?

[Book VII, Act VIII, Scene VII. The Church. ALICE, AUSTIN, CHARLIE, CLINT, DUR, JERRICK and MAC are here. There is a "Closed" sign on the door.]

Alice: Aw! What a gyp! God must be away!


Charlie: [Tries the door] Mr. Sleaze, could you pick the lock?


[The door is locked. Although there are hundreds of people milling around, the vast majority of them are Candidates, and don't seem to be paying any attention to the party.]


Clint: [Flexes his door-kicking foot.] C'mon, Sarge. Why pick a lock when you've got a manlier approach like kicking the door in?

;;; It must be. In my general opinion, where the elves are *is* Hell. =)


Charlie: [To Clint] Hold that thought, Mr. Scar. Let us see if we can find a more discreet way to enter, perhaps a window?


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Austin : [Smoothly tries to pick the lock] Why don't we try the door first, like normal people.


Jerrick: So you're pretending to be normal now, Austin?


Clint: [Warningly.] Hey! Other than his messed up arm, his weird obsession with clothes, and his ambiguous sexuality, the lawyer *is* kind of normal.


Charlie: As normal as any of US, at least!


Clint: [Looks around the group.] That's not much of a recommendation, Sarge.


Charlie: [To Clint, shrugging] One does one's best with limited resources! [To Mac, in a low voice] I should like to revisit the prophecy with you, while we're waiting for Mr. Sleaze to try the lock! Doesn't the portion about being consumed by the devil suggest to you entrance into, say, a gateway to hell? And Deuce said the prophecy represents what will happen if Clementine comes to power! Does that then mean that the realms will be consumed by this gateway to hell?!


Alice: I think he's way more normal than me!

[AUSTIN fiddles with the door for a moment, before everyone can hear an audible click. Before he has a chance to gloat, the door opens, and FATHER GOUGAL MCDIRE, the local priest peers out.]

Gougal: Ah, yes, uh, hullo?

;;; Gougal is another blast from the past. Only Alice, Clint

;;; and Austin have met him before. He was on pretty

;;; good terms with the party.


Clint: [Nods a greeting.] Yeah, look, no time to talk. The realms are going to hell in a handbasket. Literally.

;;; These are small, but the ones out there are far away.


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Jerrick: We would like to look at your Gate to Hell


Gougal: Gate to Hell? Oh, no. No. We don't have any gates to hell here. Thanks very much.

Alice: Yes you do! [Points behind Gougal] Look! There's a sign that says "Gate to Hell -- This Way" just behind you!

Gougal: Oh, right. Yeah. Well, I suppose you can, but don't touch it, whatever you do. We lost a few altar boys down there a few months back and, oh, you wouldn't believe the hassle we got.


Charlie: [Enters the church and heads toward the gate. Excited] How interesting! Have you had any contact with the altar boys, or are they completely unable to communicate? I wonder what happened to them?


Clint: And were the altar boys Clementines, by any chance?


Mac: [In a low voice to Charlie] It could certainly reference to that. But the next word is more a specific person or... thing, than a gateway. If only we had that last word!


Charlie: [Whispering] I know, and we're running out of time to find it! It's starting to get dark. Who knows how much time we have left?


Gougal: [Also whispering] I don't know, but it's really scary!

[The sunlight is starting to dim, and there are now two or three meteors shooting across the sky at any given time.]

Gougal: [As the party approach the sign] There's not a whole lot to see. Once the altar boys disappeared, the gate was filled up with concrete. And, as you can see, there's a velvet rope around it too, so no one can get in.


Mac: [Whispering] We certainly don't have long. If these gates turn up nothing then I doubt we'll have enough time to check anything else. [Suddenly brightens up] Unless! How about if we enter hell and stop Clementine from her end? [Looks horror struck at what he's just suggested] Umm... or not.


Austin : That is just great leadership, sarge. You are supposed to keep a cool head and not panic. [To Dougal] Have you heard of the prophecy, and can you translate any or all of it [To Charlie] Show him the prophecy.


Jerrick: Yes I'm sure that will stop anything [Reaches to unhook the velvet rope]


Charlie: [To Austin, haughtily] I would hardly characterize a sense of urgency as panic, Mr. Sleaze! [Goes to examine the hell gate]


Gougal: I can't watch! [Covers his eyes, but cracks his fingers open so he can watch]

[JERRICK moves the rope and the party get in close to the gate. It is definitely sealed tight.]

Alice: Huh. Of course, did Clementine actually come from hell?

;;; Probably not -- they met her in her original incarnation

;;; in a different dimension.


Mac: Really? She may not be from hell? I guess I just assumed.


Alice: You should never assume, Mac, you know what they say, it makes you an ass. [Thinks] Or does it make me an ass? Well, there's something in there about donkeys and being wrong.


Charlie: [To Austin] Well, Mr. Sleaze? What do you suggest we do now, since you find my leadership so unsatisfactory?


Austin : I suppose only a fool would ask a donkey for advice.


Alice: Is that a supposition or an assumption?

Gougal: Er, you know, if you're done here, I'd like to be off.


Charlie: [To Gougal] Where are you going? Surely the church isn't closed for the evening?


Gougal: It's closed for good! I've packed my bags [gestures to two plastic shopping bags behind him, which seem to be filled with nothing but women's shoes] and I'm out of here. No one wants god any more, they're all so afraid of Clementine, and those that aren't are busy looking for angels, and those that aren't in those two groups are almost all trying to arrest people. There's no point in me staying here, especially given that something awful is about to happen in Queens View. Anyway, I don't even believe in God, so why should I stay here?


Charlie: What do you think is about to happen here in Queens View?


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Jerrick: Interesting business for someone who doesn't believe in God.


Gougal: [To Jerrick] Not really, it's actually quite boring and a bit too far fetch for my liking. [To Charlie] I don't know, but whatever it is, it's scared the life out of me. You'd imagine the fear in the Realms from it would drive people to God, but most people seem to have just given up!


Jerrick: Well, that's religion for you


Gougal: I know, it's mad stuff, isn't it? Mad! And all this stuff that people are talking about? Angels? People who can read each others' minds? Makes no sense!


Austin : [Pondering. To Charlie] Huh? What leadership? [Frowns. To Dougal] Well, since you are leaving perhaps you wont mind if we stay here and find out what the hell is going on.


Charlie: What do you mean, people who can read each others' minds? Where did you hear about that?


Jerrick: [To Alice] I assumed she meant her habit on running her underwear up a flagpole as she charges into battle. Or something


Mac: Well, it seems we have 2 options. Wonder aimlessly around Queens View hoping to stumble upon something before Clementine comes here or stay here waiting for Clementine, then do something once she's here. I vote for the former.


Jerrick: [Finishes off his bottle of beer, then proceeds to open another] Can we combine that with copious amounts of alcohol?


Charlie: [To Mac] Agreed, we must keep looking while there's still time. [To Gougal] Do tell me what you know about people hearing each other's thoughts, if you would. [To the party, excited] Remember, those who bear the mark of Clementine can read each other's minds!


Gougal: I heard that there are fearsome warriors, who are all connected. Everything one sees, they all see, and everything one hears, they all hear. It is impossible to do anything to one of them without the others knowing.

Alice: Huh, that's strange. If it's true, how come the other Custos-Clementines didn't come to help Leviticus and Exodus?


Jerrick: Maybe he's not talking about Custos-Clementines? Maybe this horrible event that's supposed to happen is the rise of another group?


Mac: Speculation at this point is pointless, we have insufficient information to form a reasonable hypothesis. What we need are answers, but before that we need to know the correct questions. We don't even know those.


Austin : [Blows a smoke ring] That's alot of unknown unknowns. [Eyes up the chalices from a distance]


Jerrick: So what we need is an answer to the question of what questions to ask so we and can ask them and find Clementine and question her. And get some answers dammit! [Looks crosseyed, and sways a little]


Mac: [Looks happy someone got it] Exactly! Now, where do we get the questions from?


Austin : [In a moment of realisation] Oh dear. The children of the tree that has no thorns shall be eaten by the beast. [Looks very concerned] I have a nasty suspicion that we are about to be eaten. [Looks at the others worried] The tree that has no thorns, that's the Path of good, and we are it's children. [Pales] From within it consumes!


Alice: Maybe from this guy? [Points to Gougal]


Charlie: [To Gougal] I don't suppose you could tell us anything more about these [finger quotes] fearsome warriors? For example, where might we find them?


Mac: I don't think so. I think there must be some sort of leader, or someone on this plain of existence representing Clementine, other than those idiots who just spout 'Clementine' over and over again. We need to find them.


Gougal: Ah, no, I'm afraid not. You know, all I ever wanted to do was study languages, I only became a priest because I lost a bet!

Alice: I don't know, Aus -- remember, Deuce said he thought that the first line refers to the Realms. The second line refers to us, being the children of the Lady and all, at least, we think it does. It's that third line we have a problem with.


Charlie: [To Gougal, showing him the prophecy] Oh? Would you take a look at this, and tell us what you think it means?


Gougal: [Examines it thoroughly] I think it means someone was tortured horribly to get it.

Alice: No, what do the words mean? We're missing two of them.

Gougal: Let's see, hm, the third word on the second line could be "to give birth" or "to create". That would have that line as "The Children of The Lady who created the Guardian". [Shrugs] Haven't a clue what that means, but Phili is often referred to as The Guardian.


Charlie: [Thrilled] How marvelous, thank you! [To the party] The Lady who created Phili? Who would that be?


Gougal: Actually, it's the children who created Phili, but that doesn't make any sense, does it?

;;; It could be argued that the party created

;;; Phili when they travelled back in time

;;; in Book VI, Act VII


Dur: It might if it referred to a gorup of adventurers who overthrew the old Phili and put a new Phili in power...


Jerrick: [Recovering] Anyone in particular? This refers to The Lady who created the Guardian. Lady, singular. Gougal, how did the children create Phili?


Gougal: No, what I meant is that the prophecy refers to the children who created Phili, not that I think children did. After all, I don't even believe in Phili, but if I did, I'm sure I'd be offended at the suggestion that someone did create him.

Alice: [To Dur] Hey! That's it! We're the ones who helped create him by overthrowing the old Phili! [To those who weren't there when it happened] It's a long story, but Phili was actually the devil, but while he was all evil he learned to be good, and overthrew the original Phili, who started out good, but who treated people badly because they couldn't measure up to him.


Austin : [Anoyed throws the cigarette to the ground] Dammed cheese! [To Jerrick] The queens view party are the children of the Lady, and we 'created' Phili by educating him in the ways of modern life. You see they were extremely pure and naive back when Phili was just Aphili and Seth was Bjorseth. [Sighs] Introducing them to love, lust, temptation, greed, lies, and killing opened a while new world to them, dividing them and empowering them in a way we don't really understand. Something to do with the heart of the Beast and a near by volcano, as far as I recall. [Looks stumped] Tricky stuff.

;;;;;away home sooon, have a groovy weekend!


Alice: Not at all, Aus, that's exactly it! Yay! We've figured it out, hurrah!

Gougal: Of course, there's still that last missing word.

Alice: Huh? [Looks at the prophecy] What a gyp!


Dur: Hurray! I'm useful! Clementine!


Charlie: [To Gougal] You don't know another we might speak to about this, do you? Another languages expert? Or a theologian?


Alice: [To Dur] What?

Gougal: I'm afraid not, although I think that the third line is a bit off. This part that says "The Ghost of" or "The Spirit of" refers to a Lion, and that last part, about something beautiful or something that can fly? I think that means that thing has to die.


Jerrick: Hmmm. [Pauses thoughtfully] Austin reckons his arm is the most beautiful thing in creation - could it be that we have to kill his arm? Ah heck, why not just be on the safe side? Austin, hold your arm out for a second.


Austin : Well Angels can fly, perhaps one has to sacrifice it's self to save us. Sounds like the usual religious nonsense to me. I guess we just need to find a Lion and we will be in the right place! [Ponders] Does Queens View have a zoo?


Dur: [To Alice, Eyebrows furrowing] What? Can't a man Clementine in his ability to be useful? Sheesh! Clementine.=


Gougal: Yes! It's what we call the parochial house! [Bursts out laughing, but soon stops, self conscious, when he sees that none of the party are joining in] Er, I mean, no. No it doesn't.

Alice: [Points at Dur] Is it just my imagination or did he just say Clementine?


Austin : [Smiling at Jerrick and backing off] Piss off. I am not interested in you and your cheesy come-ons. Don't you realise how serious this situation is?


Alice: You just did it again!


Charlie: [To Dur] Dur! Are you quite well?!


Dur: That is preposterous! I said no such thing. Clementine clementine clementine!


Last from Heather

Jerrick: [To Austin, grinning at having wound him up] C'mon Aus, do your bit for the greater good! [Looking at Dur] Dur, can you complete a sentence without saying "Clementine"?


Charlie: [Snaps at Jerrick] Leave him alone! He's clearly falling into a trance, like the others. Our time is running out, and there's no time for your nonsense now. [To Dur] Is there anything we can do for you? Are you in any pain?


Alice: I didn't want to say anything, but now that you mention it, I'm getting a bit of a headache from him saying Clementine all the time.


Jerrick: [To Charlie] Actually I was just trying to determine how bad he was, and how much control he has over what he says. If he can say something other than Clementine by exerting some will, then maybe there's a way to break the trance. We also now know that the trance isn't instant. There's a progression.


Alice: You know, if the Candidates are disappearing somewhere, maybe Dur can lead us there?


Charlie: [To Jerrick] Oh. That isn't a bad idea! [To Alice] Neither is yours! Group, we are on a roll now! [To Dur] So, where are you compelled to go?


Dur: Clementine; I have no idea what you lot are talking Clementine. My speech is just Clementine! Second; I don't know how I Clementine about being u= sed as a guinea pig! Clementine!From qvblogger Delivered-To: conor.r@gmail.com Received: by with SMTP id hv2cs24986qcb; Fri, 8 Apr 2011 08:21:43 -0700 (PDT) Return-Path: <john.ludlow.uk@gmail.com> Received-SPF: pass (google.com: domain of john.ludlow.uk@gmail.com designates as permitted sender) client-ip=; Authentication-Results: mr.google.com; spf=pass (google.com: domain of john.ludlow.uk@gmail.com designates as permitted sender) smtp.mail=john.ludlow.uk@gmail.com; dkim=pass header.i=john.ludlow.uk@gmail.com Received: from mr.google.com ( [] ) by with SMTP id xm4mr4983534icb.424.1302276103093 (num_hops = 1); Fri, 08 Apr 2011 08:21:43 -0700 (PDT) DKIM-Signature: v=1; a=rsa-sha256; c=relaxed/relaxed; d=gmail.com; s=gamma; h=domainkey-signature:mime-version:from:date:message-id:subject:to:cc :content-type:content-transfer-encoding; bh=QVakcYy+cOnokzUkvQe440Iss4yDG4aIbYbCISYv8dY=; b=IPXtuJz6ga6QoRowveI44i3Bva9DeQkUvbRpBIbIuFBAEdV+/HHPJmr4jNT9DBxA5w PHc2j6qA7jDM9ZweH9vz3F0rkJZtaYV2I6c6yXsXpQqx2Htth3MTNpZogpOac0q61sP3 nS9Y9rNvmFFzmS79UcHmqMVc06cP1s/58Ryy8DomainKey-Signature: a=rsa-sha1; c=nofws; d=gmail.com; s=gamma; h=mime-version:from:date:message-id:subject:to:cc:content-type :content-transfer-encoding; b=lexLgyMmmQMmUnMwdrY0K92zTnHa7Lndnhx7x/iglh2V3qlDId0wL4oZBzQ1EXvrCy Akau+uzzHrhqUoVoLPXZGWcIG3fqSKm/7oLvfHhZ6eVszQBKb1c9e2jEsLbvG2vwpQSq +iigh4bzMYorhecoh0UiHG+s/iS7x1fnCKkqwReceived: by with SMTP id xm4mr3630859icb.424.1302276103062; Fri, 08 Apr 2011 08:21:43 -0700 (PDT) MIME-Version: 1.0 Received: by with HTTP; Fri, 8 Apr 2011 08:21:03 -0700 (PDT) Date: Fri, 8 Apr 2011 16:21:03 +0100 Message-ID: <BANLkTinOzqceXNskDz7j6RjzsR-TXxZtmQ@mail.gmail.com> To: "Day, Kevin R. (Las Colinas) NA" <Kevin.Day@hanson.biz> Cc: Conor Ryan <conor.r@gmail.com>, Heather <heather.goggans@gmail.com>, Vel Angelus <velangelus1@gmail.com>, dom <djmalzie@gmail.com>, Tom Henderson <Thomas.Henderson@rice.edu>, Tom Henderson <th4@rice.edu>, Colin Dinan <Colin.Dinan@version1.com>, Colin <dinancolin@googlemail.com>, djmalzie <djmalzie@googlemail.com>, QVBlogger <qvblogger@gmail.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable

used as a guinea pig! Clementine!

Jerrick: [Smiles] I do have them occasionally. I agree, Alice's idea has merit as well. [To Dur] Dur, just keep talking as much as you can. If you feel any compulsions about running off, let us know, ok?


Mac: [Excited] Be a sport Dur! Just let it happen.


Austin : Perhaps there is another entrance to Hell?


Dur: [Angrily] I'm Clementine the inclinination to Clementine my Clementineup your Clementine! Clementine!=


Jerrick: Clearly he can hear what we're saying ok.


Alice: [Excitedly] Maybe someone should punch him?


Jerrick: [Shrugs] I'm game. [Moves to strike Dur]


Charlie: [To Jerrick] Don't you DARE! Let's just watch and see what he does for a moment.


Dur: [Shielding his face] Clementine! Clementine Clementine Clementine!=20

Gougal: If I were a man of God I would say you should pray for your friend's health, not that I believe in prayer.=20

Dur: [Goes blank] Clementine.=20

Gougal: Ooops! Too late! He's gone.From qvblogger MIME-Version: 1.0 Received: by with HTTP; Fri, 8 Apr 2011 08:48:07 -0700 (PDT) Date: Fri, 8 Apr 2011 16:48:07 +0100 Delivered-To: conor.r@gmail.com Message-ID: <BANLkTi=heBowN8ahLi8c2df_RoT3AvdAqQ@mail.gmail.com> To: "Day, Kevin R. (Las Colinas) NA" <Kevin.Day@hanson.biz> Cc: Heather <heather.goggans@gmail.com>, John Ludlow <john.ludlow.uk@gmail.com>, dom <djmalzie@gmail.com>, Vel Angelus <velangelus1@gmail.com>, Tom Henderson <Thomas.Henderson@rice.edu>, Tom Henderson <th4@rice.edu>, Colin Dinan <Colin.Dinan@version1.com>, Colin <dinancolin@googlemail.com>, djmalzie <djmalzie@googlemail.com>, QVBlogger <qvblogger@gmail.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1

Alice: No, he's right there in front of us, look!

[DUR turns around slowly and starts to walk out of the church.]

Alice: Follow that Candidate!


Jerrick: [Stands, mid-punch, gaze flicking between Dur and Charlie. Waits a few seconds. To Charlie] How about now?


Charlie: [Relieved] No need! Let's follow him, group! [Follows Dur]


Jerrick: [Disappointed] Ok. [Follows]


[Exit ALL, following DUR.]

;;; End of scene, next one coming up!


[Book VII, Act VIII, Scene VIII. The Streets of Queens View. ALICE, AUSTIN, CHARLIE, CLINT, JERRICK, MAC and GOUGAL are here, following closely behind DUR. The streets are even more packed now, and the meteors are coming thick and fast; there are at least ten of them in the sky at any given time. There are Candidates everywhere, most of whom are in the same trance-like state as DUR. One of the few who isn't in that state is JOHN "TERRY" O'QUINN, who the party met previously. He appeared to be the most sane and rational of all the Candidates that the party met.]

John: [Spots the party, and who has tears in his eyes] You're here! I'm so glad you get to share in the joy!


Gougal: Great! More religious nutjobs! What joy are we going to bear witness to?


John: Clementine is coming! The Dove of Peace will soon be amongst us, and verily, she will save her chosen ones.

Alice: Let me guess; you weirdoes are her chosen ones, and the rest of us will be killed.

John: Not all of you, I'm sure some will be spared to service her chosen ones.


Charlie: [To John, drily] What an honor. Say, if Clementine is the Dove of Peace, who is the Lion?


John: I don't know what that means, but I am pleased that you are honoured by her favour.

Alice: Maybe he's Lion?


Charlie: [To John, keeping an eye on Dur] So, what happens now?


Jerrick: [To John] So what's the plan for you guys. What happens when Her Ladyship gets here?


John: Love, peace, happiness, that kind of thing.

Alice: Yeesh, you sound like those weirdoes who said they met the angel!

John: Maybe, but the difference is, Clementine is real. You've all had visions, you know her power. She's doing it all for us.


Mac: So you're happy letting others suffer so you can live in paradise?


John: It's not a question of being happy; Clementine is the one who has judged you and found you wanting.


Charlie: We'll find some way to cope with the disappointment. Do enjoy your genocide, won't you? [To Dur] Where to know, you poor wretch?!


Jerrick: Judged wanting simply because we're not on her side? I know what that sounds like...Last from Conor #9


Clint: [Prods Dur.] Get moving, you! [To the party.] You know, this is probably the first time we've ever followed him!

;;; So I wake up this morning and see that there's like 100 messages in

my inbox. Yay for game activity, but oh my lord does that take a while

to read through! =)


Charlie: And with good reason! The rest of us aren't particularly motivated by the possibility of finding half-eaten [finger quotes] treasures in the dumpster!


Clint: Yeah. Although how are we gonna snap the doc out of it once we finish following him? I mean, he's still a valu... a member of the party.


Mac: We don't. We'll have to stop Clementine, disrupt whatever ritual is happening to bring her here. That should hopefully snap all these people out of it.


Jerrick: Well, we need Dur to lead us there. [Nudges Dur] Hey, Dur! You planning on moving any time soon?


John: [To Charlie] It isn't genocide, it's sacrifice!

[DUR starts heading heading south.]

Alice: This is it! Let's keep close, it'll be easy to lose him with this crowd.

[DUR continues moving south, but at a snail's pace.]

Alice: How about we grab a sandwich and then come back to him?


Clint: Hell, I could go for a beer myself. But we can't let him get away, either. I say we make sure he's watched. And since we've got someone in the party who's only job seems to be to cower in fear while watching stuff, I think we've got a volunteer!


Alice: What do you say, Mac? Up for some sniveling and whining?


Jerrick: Along with some sneaking, following and watching [Smiles in a way that he hopes is encouraging]


Mac: What?! I do not!


Alice: Oh, sorry. I should have asked if you were up for some whining and sniveling!


Alice: [Jumps back, startled at Jerrick's smile] Yikes!


Mac: [Shivers at Jerrick's "smile", to Alice] You did ask! And I don't snivel or whine!


Jerrick: [Frowns] Hmm, how about grovelling and moaning?


Alice: The groveling might attract too much attention, and the moaning is probably too annoying! [Dramatically] Look! He's almost got away from us! [Points to Dur who has advanced about six feet.]


Charlie: [Watching Dur] Hmm, perhaps we could place a bell around his neck?


Jerrick: [To Mac] Look, the rest of us want to go get a drink and something to eat, so you're gonna follow Dur so we can do that, ya hear? Coz if you don't, I'll smile again. I'm serious - I got a grin and I ain't afraid to use it!


Charlie: Do stop harrassing Mac. We never split the party, and certainly not when there is this much chaos. We shall just have to be patient. [Takes out a book and sits down, taking occasional glances at Dur]


Jerrick: [Gapes at Charlie] Are you mad, woman?! [Paces about grumbling something about a woman coming between him and a drink]


Clint: We'll have to be what?! [Looks around at the party.] You're joking, right?


[DUR slips into a group of Candidates, and finally starts moving more quickly, heading towards "Moe's Tavern".]

Alice: Yay! This is going to be great! [To the others] Moe's Tavern is just keen! It's been ages since I was there. In fact, it wasn't since we found that child's body buried in the cellar and subsequently discovered that the delicious beer served there was actually made from recycled urine. [Face drops] Hm, suddenly it doesn't sound quite so good.

;;; What she says is true. Back in Book I, Act I, the party

;;; was initially formed to find an abducted child, and

;;; discovered that he was killed and buried in the

;;; basement of the bar.


Mac: Thank you Charlie. Jerrick, perhaps you should be thinking more about our impending doom and less about booze!


Jerrick: Well, looks like Dur's got the right idea after all. [Strikes a dramatic pose, pointing in the direction Dur's headed] To Moes! But stick to the spirits, folks! Recycled urine for the beer is one thing I don't miss from being on a ship.


Charlie: If, indeed, this [disgusted emphasis] Moe's is Dur's destination, we will only drink in moderation, it at all! We must stay sharp for what's to come.


Jerrick: Right, moderation. I'll limit myself to three bottles of rum.


Austin : pErhaps it would be prudent to find out what the rum is made of, first.


Alice: [Shocked] Of what?


Jerrick: Rum. Why, is the rum not so good there? Do you recommend the brandy instead?


Mac: [To nobody in particular] Are there any pirates that aren't alcoholics? I guess the sea life drives you to it.


Alice: Oh! *Rum*! That's okay. [To Austin] Whatever it's made out of is better than what I thought!

[DUR and the other Candidates continue their journey, and are definitely heading directly to the tavern. There appears to be a queue of Candidates there, so the pace slows down again.]


Jerrick: [Glares at Mac] Mac, I am not a pirate, I am a smuggler. I do not have a parrot, an eye patch or a wooden leg, and I have never said "Arrrrgh" or "Shiver me timbers". [To the Party] Now, are we off to this place or not?


Charlie: [Amused] My, my! You're rather sensitive for a pirate, aren't you?


Mac: Ooooh, a smuggler. That's *so* much better.


Alice: Belay that backchat, ye landlubber before ye get keelhauled!


Mac: [Stops and looks surprised at Alice] Alice! That was actually rather good. I didn't know you spoke pira... sorry, [finger quotes] smuggler.


Alice: Aye, matey, I sailed the seven seas with my, er, cobbers?


Jerrick: [Looks Alice up and down] Erm... probably not [Looks at the queue of Candidates outside Moe's] Maybe all the Candidates want is a good drink? [Face drops as he realises the conseuqences of this] What if they drink all the rum? [Jerrick's hand goes to the hilt of his sword] .


Alice: Maybe we should peek in a window and see what's going on?


Charlie: [Looks in the window of Moe's] Excellent suggestion. That will limit the access the weaker-willed members of the group have to alcohol!


Jerrick: Good plan, Mac and Austin probably shouldn't drink. However, strong-willed members such as myself and Clint should go in and, um, take a, er, view, um, from the inside! Yes. C'mon then Clint, let's get to it, there's work to be done. [Moves toward the door]


Mac: Strong willed? You're the weakest willed of us all. Stay here! If anyone needs to check it out it should be Charlie and I, [to Charlie] although you may want to lose the HARMA uniform before going in there.

;;; Out for an hour or so.


Charlie: [To Jerrick] Wait just one moment, Mr. Adaar! Let us at least see what's happening inside before rushing in.


Jerrick: [Points at Mac accusingly] I see what's happening here, you want all the rum for yourself!


Alice: Oh for God's sake, Jerrick! Half a capful will have him puking his guts out!

[The party go to the side of the bar and look in. They can see that it is full of Candidates, and that they are slowly making their way down to the basement. A small group of them is handing out white robes that the others put on before going down, and the whole thing is being watched by GENESIS, a Custos-Clementine that the party has clashed with previously.]


Jerrick: [Calms down, but is still suspicious] Hmm, alright, but I'm watching you [Illustrates by pointing to his eyes with two fingers then pointing at Mac] .


Charlie: I wonder if the basement of Moe's also connects to the hell gateway? [To Alice] Do you remember anything else important about Moe's basement?


Jerrick: Yeah, like what his stock of spirits is like?


Alice: After seeing where he got his beer from, I remember making a mental note not to drink any of his Bally's Oirish Cream.


Jerrick: Oh, don't tell me his just got some bloke with a rough accent making it himself in the back? I mean, you improvise when times are tough, but you gotta have standards, right? The quality of the alcohol is what separates us from the animals! [To Charlie] Hey, we going in, then?


Charlie: Yes, though I don't know how we will get past Genesis if he chooses to try and stop us. Leviticus and Exodus would have killed us if not for the intervention of the Interferons. Can anyone see an external entrance to the basement, by any chance?


Alice: I don't think there's any -- maybe we could disguise ourselves in those robes and sneak in?


Charlie: You mean, strip some of these Candidates of their robes? Yes, let's try that, but take care not to hurt anyone. These are all victims like poor Dur!


Gougal: I don't see that we have any other choice. May God forgive us for our sins, not that there is a God to forgive us for what society deems as 's= ins'.From qvblogger Delivered-To: conor.r@gmail.com Received: by with SMTP id hv2cs76596qcb; Mon, 11 Apr 2011 06:47:42 -0700 (PDT) Return-Path: <djmalzie@gmail.com> Received-SPF: pass (google.com: domain of djmalzie@gmail.com designates as permitted sender) client-ip=; Authentication-Results: mr.google.com; spf=pass (google.com: domain of djmalzie@gmail.com designates as permitted sender) smtp.mail=djmalzie@gmail.com; dkim=pass header.i=djmalzie@gmail.com Received: from mr.google.com ( [] ) by with SMTP id w4mr1599245icx.256.1302529661922 (num_hops = 1); Mon, 11 Apr 2011 06:47:41 -0700 (PDT) DKIM-Signature: v=1; a=rsa-sha256; c=relaxed/relaxed; d=gmail.com; s=gamma; h=domainkey-signature:mime-version:date:message-id:subject:from:to:cc :content-type; bh=NEse20AFUJW2Qh6xyq6qWfCZ9t6JU9EcC98PSaHBQAQ=; b=PASZARyNJMQ3u6MN/jyqvkaykDrHeFQVgLpeeZXqVbYjd6I2Y0+MsrDpvA4UVvpa94 2WmGT1g7le/q4IOSDis5goZaWq0RXgM26gttViDRXhEqkYxuJRcpUQPZlUgEsHvcSasj tRZU43SCQz4YbVCmyniMDwPjIZQmYCCKaQnckDomainKey-Signature: a=rsa-sha1; c=nofws; d=gmail.com; s=gamma; h=mime-version:date:message-id:subject:from:to:cc:content-type; b=uu1G8hr1pEEgrOfBOpaVBQYqfg7psEgUgccdLPgCEwXxzEmQtsAT/JR+zHyGXXXn5U 1dZrzp9Fbe8dlftkpfGmOFQK9MWLz/s7A4+nZzz82G6ayXg239HanLZXuyfBXGGWgL6t k7Zk8xRqNX0fc/iOkSG4NiA+v0wkP6JD7tN/kMIME-Version: 1.0 Received: by with SMTP id w4mr1156940icx.256.1302529661888; Mon, 11 Apr 2011 06:47:41 -0700 (PDT) Received: by with HTTP; Mon, 11 Apr 2011 06:47:41 -0700 (PDT) Date: Mon, 11 Apr 2011 14:47:41 +0100 Message-ID: <BANLkTinh_AADwf9+L7Q6u3PxUAU3G4DLoQ@mail.gmail.com> To: "Day, Kevin R. (Las Colinas) NA" <Kevin.Day@hanson.biz> Cc: Heather <heather.goggans@gmail.com>, Conor Ryan <conor.r@gmail.com>, John Ludlow <john.ludlow.uk@gmail.com>, Vel Angelus <velangelus1@gmail.com>, Tom Henderson <Thomas.Henderson@rice.edu>, Tom Henderson <th4@rice.edu>, Colin Dinan <Colin.Dinan@version1.com>, Colin <dinancolin@googlemail.com>, djmalzie <djmalzie@googlemail.com>, QVBlogger <qvblogger@gmail.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1

Austin : Most establishments like this have entrances to the cellar from the outside. This is how they usually get the beer barrels in. We could get in through there. [Casually checks his nails, smiling at their perfectness]


Alice: Maybe so, Aus, but there doesn't seem to be one here. Let's mug a few Candidates!


Jerrick: Alright. I normally only do this with attractive women, and usually they're not in a trance state. Though there was this one woman... [Tries to take a cloak ]


Mac: Alice! Don't be so cruel. These people are as much victims of Clementine as anyone else.


Alice: Oh, sorry. Let's find a few unwitting white cloak donators and liberate them of their badge of slavery to Clementine.


Charlie: Come, group, let's work together to catch and subdue one or two Candidate at a time until we have enough robes for all of us. Be gentle, but make sure you incapacitate each Candidate so as not to alert others to our scheme!


[There are literally hundreds of Candidates wandering around. Most of them are in the same trance-like state as DUR.]


Gougal: Would they even notice if we took the cloaks right off their backs? [Tries to remove a cloak from the nearest candidate] =


[In one swift movement, GOUGAL whips the cloak off.]

Alice: Huh. I wouldn't have guessed that he was naked under that cloak.


Jerrick: Disappointed, Alice?


Charlie: How splendid! Now, everyone try it! [Tries to take a cloak off a nearby Candidate]


Alice: Given how unattractive the guy is, yes!

[Within seconds, there are six more naked/scantily dressed Candidates, and the party are all enrobed.]

Alice: Let's go inherit the earth!


Charlie: Marvelous! Now, be sure and stay close to me, group. Who knows what we'll encounter in the basement. [Heads into the tavern]


Austin : [To Charlie] Ladies first.


Jerrick: Austin, we don't have time to find any ladies! Just get in there!


Alice: Is it just me? Or did that sound *really* dirty?!

[The party move towards the door and start to squeeze passed the Candidates queuing up. DUR is now in the tavern, but the party can see him. They are met at the door by a Candidate, PAULINE HOSO, who clearly isn't in the same kind of trance as the rest of them.]

Pauline: [With a big smile] Greetings, friends! Our time is almost at hand! [Points up to the sky, where the meteors are shooting across at a huge rate, with dozens in the sky at a time] The Dove of Peace will soon be with us, but there is no need to rush.


Mac: Jerrick, please try to have *some* respect for the others you work with.


Charlie: [To Pauline] Marvelous! You're joining us in the basement, aren'tyou?


Austin : [To Pauline] Is the dove of peace an Angel? What is Clementine this building? Clementine.


Austin : [To Pauline] Is the dove of peace an Angel? What is Clementine this building? Clementine.

Pauline: [Smiles] I suppose you could describe Clementine as an angel, yes. I think this is a tavern, it's where the Judged used to numb themselves against the awfulness that was their reality. [To Charlie] I'll be going to the basement when I'm called, as should you.


Gougal: Splendid! I think I have already been called, so I should probably head on down...=


Charlie: [Puts her hand to her ear and feigns delight] Why, so have I! What a very joyous occasion. [Starts toward the basement]


Pauline: [Still smiling] No, I think you should wait. [Blocks the door, so only the queuing Candidates can get in. Meanwhile, the party can see that Dur is making his way towards a stairway that leads down]


Charlie: [Affects a dazed look and says in monotone] Clementine Clementine Clementine [tries for the stairs again]


Mac: [Having not spoken yet sees the luck the others have had, imitates the candidates] Clementine. [Joins the queue heading for the stairs]


Jerrick: [Eyes the bar mournfully] Oh well, suppose I'd best play along. [Does a really bad impression of a Candidate] Tangerine.


Alice: [Dazed] Orange. [Normal] Oops! I mean [dazed] Clementine.

Pauline: [Steps back, still smiling] Please, Brothers and Sisters, go rightin.


Jerrick: Bugger. [Remembers he's supposed to be a team player] Oh, I mean "yay". [To Alice] That was a little easier than I thought - you think we were invited after all?


Charlie: [Looks at Jerrick and says in a low voice] I should hope not! [Briskly walking to the basement stairs, droning on] Clementine Clementine Clementine!


Alice: [Eagerly rubbing her hands together] This is a piece of cake!

Genesis: [Turns and looks at the party] Fakes! [Is standing near the top of the stairs]


Charlie: Run for it, group! [Tries to run for the basement stairs]


Genesis: [Easily blocking Charlie] No! [Slashes at her with his sword, cutting her across the left shoulder]

;;; Lose 8hp Charlie


Jerrick: Bad idea. [Draws his sword, tries to swipe at Genesis]


Charlie: [Attacks Genesis. To the group] Keep moving for the stairs!


Gougal: [Having never met Genesis, he tries not to break character and keeps moving in a false trance towards the stairs] Clementine.=


[JERRICK hits GENESIS, but his sword simply bounces off; similarly, CHARLIE strikes him, but the same thing happens. GENESIS swings and strikes GOUGAL on the throat, sending a spray of blood over the party.]

Alice: [Also drawing her sword] Holy crap! We'll never get through!


Charlie: [Tries for Genesis' eyes] But we can't leave Dur all alone down there! Can anyone break free and try to get to him?


Jerrick: Swarm him! [Tries to kick Genesis in the groin]


Mac: Oh s-shit! [In an airy tone] Any chance can b-bundle him down the stairs?


[JERRICK connects with GENESIS' groin, but he doesn't even flinch. He does, however, stab JERRICK in the stomach, causing him to stagger back, badly wounded, as well as punch CHARLIE away. ALICE and CLINT charge at him, but he is completely immovable, and they simply bounce off.]

Alice: Yikes! What is this guy made of?

;;; Jerrick lose 17hp, Charlie lose 4hp

;;; Gone for the day!


Jerrick: [From the floor, as he tries to hack at Genesis' feet with his sword] What did I say about getting our butts handed to us, Charlie? Ideas, people, c'mon!


Charlie: [To Genesis, staying back but keeping her sword ready] You can't seriously expect to pull this off, now that the Interferons have turned on you? They've already killed Leviticus and Exodus, you know.


Clint: And that'd be real handy, Chuck, if we had a bunch of Interferons on call.

;;; Sorry all. Overslept. A lot. Long, working weekend.

;;; On the bright side, summary!


Charlie: [To Clint] It wouldn't matter if we did. We couldn't control them. The important thing is that Genesis knows that his side doesn't control them, either. It was certainly a nasty shock for Leviticus and Exodus, so it must be news to Genesis, as well!


Clint: Maybe we can trick him into believing that we *do* have a bunch of Interferons around. I mean, look at him! He can't be that bright.


Austin : Maybe we can run away and stay alive.


Clint: [Scoffing.] Maybe you've been hanging out with Mac too much! We've got how many hours until the end of the world again?


Genesis: [Swings and hits Clint, knocking him down] For you? About two minutes! I know you killed Exodus and Leviticus!


Jerrick: Not been paying attention? We didn't kill him, the Inteferons did!


Charlie: We haven't been able to even scratch you! How could we have killed Leviticus and Exodus?


Clint: Yeah, it was the Interferons, kind of like the, oh, 27 that have secretly infiltrated this room and are waiting to strike!


Mac: [Quietly to Clint] That was s-smart, bluff the b-big evil guy who we c-c-can't t-touch. [Mac dives under the nearest table cowering]


Austin : Clementine [Tries to get out of the building]


Genesis: You lying piece of shit! [Lifts his sword to swing down at the prone Jerrick, but stops, and puts the sword away, and gives a smile] Huh. I guess this is your lucky day. [Steps back to let the party through] Off you go.


Jerrick: Uh, thanks. [Gets up, painfully, then turns to the party] Well, shall we go see what other crap today has in store for us?


Austin : I don't like this at all, it's a trap. Not good.


Charlie: [Watches Genesis warily] All right, group, be ready for anything! [Takes a deep breath and heads down the stairs]


Alice: Anything? [Wide eyed] Even the mutant offspring of some sick scientific experiment to recombine rats with spiders?


Charlie: [Intrigued] Have you seen such a creature? [Starry-eyed] How thrilling, a new species!


Mac: [Climbing out from under the table and heading down the stairs warily] No Alice, anything relevant to Clementine.


Jerrick: Does that rule out the mutant offspring of some sick scientific experiment to recombine rats with spiders?


Mac: [Pauses to think for a second] I don't know... Is that something Clementine is likely to do?


Alice: I don't know, Mac, you're the one who's the expert on rats and spiders!

[Exit the party, down the stairs.]

;;; End of scene, next one coming right up


[Book VII, Act VIII, Scene IX. The Basement. ALICE, AUSTIN, CHARLIE, CLINT, JERRICK and MAC are here, cagily descending the stairs. There are hundreds of Candidates here, and the party can see that they have dug an enormous tunnel in the side of the basement, which leads east and down. This is not towards the Hell Gate under the church. There is no sign of DUR.]

Alice: Yikes! These guys have been busy! [Looks around] Dur can move fast when he wants to, can't he?


Charlie: [Looks around the basement, puzzled] I wonder if he's already gone into that tunnel?

;;; Does the tunnel go in the direction of Clementine the mountain?


Alice: I don't think there's anywhere else he could be!

;;; Nope!


Charlie: [Looks uncertainly at the tunnel] Well, I'm going after him, then. [Heads to the tunnel]


Jerrick: Well, it's been... something. [Enters the tunnel]


Alice: [Draws her sword] Why do I get the feeling that there are ten thousand Candidates waiting to attack us? It's been nice knowing you all!

[The party, all with weapons drawn, slowly enter the tunnel, which has a diameter of at least twenty feet. There are torches along the walls, and soon the party can see that the floor of the tunnel is littered with bodies of Candidates. They are all dressed in brilliant white robes like the others, but have had their throats cut, so the sea of white robes is covered in bloody splashes.]


Charlie: [Gasps] Does anyone see Dur?


Alice: No, but it seems to widen out further down. What the hell is going on? Who did this?


Charlie: Swarm leaders, maybe? I don't see anyone but Candidates here. [Looks further down the tunnel with dread] I guess we had better keep moving. . . .


Jerrick: Anyone else think all the dead bodies is probably a bad sign?


Mac: A-after the w-welcoming comity upstairs I'm n-not sure we want to m-meet whoever d-did this.


Alice: I thought *we* were the Swarm leaders!

[The party make their way down to where the tunnel opens up. The space here is huge, about the size of a football stadium. It is littered with bodies of Candidates; men, women and children are scattered about, covered in blood. There is a raised pathway that leads up to the front, where Candidates are still queuing up, and the party can see that there is someone up at the far end of the area that they are walking towards. There is enough space on the pathway to go passed them.]

Alice: Whatever did this is still doing it!


[The party spot CLEMENTINE at the front. She is also dressed in a white robe, which, like her face and hands, is covered in blood. She's holding a large knife that she uses to slash the throat of the nearest Candidate, before the next one steps up, which is DUR. She looks up and sees the party, and gives them a big smile.]

Clementine: [Warmly] I knew you'd come. [Holds the knife away from Dur] Don't worry, I won't harm your friend. [Touches him on the top of the head]

Dur: [Gives a jerk as though waking up, and suddenly realises where he is] Aiieee! [Jumps back, but lands on top of some of the bodies] What the hell is going on here?


Charlie: [To Clementine, horrified] Why are you doing this?!


Clementine: [Gives a smile] Let me explain. My husband ruled a hell dimension for thousands of years; I've seen every possible kind of pain and torture inflicted on humans, and my first instinct after you killed him was to get revenge. [Shakes her head and smiles] But no, this is where it stops. [Gestures to the dead Candidates] One sacrifice, and the whole world is touched by an angel.

Alice: [Face lights up] I think I get it! It's this balance thing again, isn't it?

Clementine: That's right, by committing this terrible sacrifice, and by terrifying the entire Realms for the last six months, I have caused a tilt to good. Everyone now expects the best from each other, no one will be defensive, and everyone will understand each other.

[Although it initially sounds crazy, CLEMENTINE's words resonate with everyone, and all suspicions about her and her motives disappear. In an instant, everyone understands that every harsh word ever spoken to them by another was motivated by fear and misunderstanding, and they feel closer to each other than they ever have before. The party step forward and embrace CLEMENTINE, overcome by feelings of peace and understanding.]

Clementine: [To the party] Come on, we have a whole world to save from themselves.

Alice: So the world will be different from now on?

Clementine: Yes, there will be peace and love for everyone, because we will all understand each other. Everybody will forgive every bad thing that's ever happened to them, and no one will ever be sad or lonely again.

[Exit ALL, smiling and happy.]

;;; End of Book VII, Act VIII. Next act starts

;;; tomorrow. Everyone will get a mail from

;;; me this evening about what happens

;;; next.