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    Meanwhile at Stret West Bank...

    ...rain begins to fall...

    A flash of lightening rips through the sky, followed momentarily by an ear-splitting crack of thunder. The patter of the rain seems to fade for the thunder's rumbling death, then picks back up when the sky goes silent. The rain falls harder and harder, eventually turning into a torrent; the only sound that can be heard is the steady, bassy drumming of water hitting ground in all directions.

    Reet's Retreat stands tall in the rain. Despite the power of the storm, the nightclub seems to turn it's nose up at the weather, announcing to the world of Rubi-Ka that it still stands, ready for anything.

    ...anything indeed.

    Inside the club, the rain can hardly be heard. The hallways are silent, with the occasional echoed thump and moan from the vent shafts in their constant straining to keep the air currents of the giant building regulated.

    Each hallway connects to at least two others, a veritable maze that, inevitably, leads to a final destination.

    The GSP Lounge. Glass dance floor. The room itself is enormous, but carries little more echoed noises than the hallways leading in.

    The lights are dimmed. The room is empty. Travelling from the bottom dance floor to the top seems like traversing the rampway into an unused aircraft hangar. Devoid of life. Too large to be so empty. Eerily...

    Quiet?

    A slight click is heard in the back section of the top floor. There, amongst the social tables opposite the glass-floor bar. A single man sits looking at something:

    A small device the size of his palm, resembling two miniature turntables purely for appearance, but also containing a large sequence of command buttons and sensor pads. The man pulls off the thick-covered headphones and places them on the table, then clicks once on one of the buttons on the small hand device.

    The HUD display in his viewer lights up with one more sensor reading amongst the mess of bioscanners in his NCU. It's a small digital readout, across the bottom of his vision, and stands out in stark contrast to the rest of the dimmed nightclub.


    TIMER STARTING FROM: 1:00 PM EDT
    TIME OF LTK DEVIANT FRIDAY NIGHT: 8:00 PM EDT

    TIME REMAINING: 6 HRS 55 MINS. . . .
    Last edited by Tarryk; Oct 18th, 2002 at 18:28:39.
    --The connections that enable us to learn are infinitely more important than our state of knowing.

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    The air seems to thicken slightly. The humidity of the passed storm hangs in the air, dulling the already quiet nightclub into an uncomfortable void.

    CURRENT TIME IS: 3:06 PM EDT
    TIME OF LTK DEVIANT FRIDAY NIGHT: 8:00 PM EDT

    TIME REMAINING: 4 HRS 54 MINS. . . .


    *tick......tick.......tick......
    --The connections that enable us to learn are infinitely more important than our state of knowing.

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    ...the light zap of the in-house sound system is heard once as a first-run electrical test commences...the echo produced raises in pitch as it fades into a light ring, and eventually resumes the thick silence...

    CURRENT TIME IS: 6:00 PM EDT
    TIME OF LTK DEVIANT FRIDAY NIGHT: 8:00 PM EDT

    TIME REMAINING: 2 HRS 00 MINS. . . .


    *tick......tick.......tick......
    --The connections that enable us to learn are infinitely more important than our state of knowing.

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    Raquel checked her wrist-comm unit, almost impatiently... an odd anxiety still hanging in the back of her mind. Four digits shone softly in the corner of the display: "04:30"
    She had two and a half hours until Reet's Retreat was hopping with dancers, dealers, and DJs. Something about waiting for tonight's bash felt different.. tension of a sort was building up in the very air of Rubi-Ka, growing and growing, smothering everything else.

    She breathed in deeply, the air around Lush Resort even smelled funny. Maybe it was having been in a cramped rebel hideout under the resort for a time.. She shook her head and swung her rifle over her shoulder, eyeing the Insurance Scanner hungrily. As she tapped the scanner controls, her eyes swept over the trees swaying around the resort.. soon, the soft glow of the terminal died down, the scan complete. Her mind drifted to Reet's Retreat and the eerie green glow of the GSP Lounge, then to Stret West Bank and how the large club stood out in the middle of the plaza, like a small fortress... waiting to be invaded by party-goers.

    She glanced once more at her wrist comm: 05:00.
    "Gah!", she mumbled under her breath. The day was escaping her too quickly. Pressing a key on the keypad, she brought up a display and searched for her daily reports. Raq chewed her bottom lip, bouncing what she knew about a particular assignment around in her mind.

    "Time to get to work before madness overtakes Stret West...."
    Last edited by sezmra; Oct 18th, 2002 at 23:22:24.
    Lauri
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    The Original GSP Groupie

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    ...Tarryk's eyes go from deep-REM to wide open. He is quite comfortable, but a slight beeping is coming from his backpack. He moans as he remembers his alarm, still set for a work day.

    "It's Saturday," he says to the Pioneer Pack laying on the table, without moving himself from the curled-up position on the couch. "Stop alarm, reset for Monday...you stupid piece of..."

    The beeping stops. Too late now, he's wide awake. He sits up on the couch and rubs his face with his hands, massaging the inevitable hangover into full swing. It hits, and it hits hard. Head....throbbing...stomach...knotting....

    Tarryk stops dead. He opens his eyes, peering at his pioneer pack on the table through his fingers. This is not his apartment. He fell asleep at Reets.

    A slight smile comes to one corner of his mouth as he flops back down on the couch. Memories of the prior night start to trickle in. Something about a mass LTK mission party. A loot-the-Tarryk spree. Lots and lots of rum.

    "Last night," Tarryk says to no-one but the cloud of nanobots around him, "was awesome...."

    He drifts off into a hangover-induced slumber.
    --The connections that enable us to learn are infinitely more important than our state of knowing.

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    Thumbs up A Night of A Thousand Dances...

    (( Last night was awesome! Tarryk, thank you for one hell of a great show--in fact, it was the most enjoyable show of yours I've attended. Terrific fun, everyone was in a relaxed, good mood and we all enjoyed ourselves tremendously. Thank you again! ))
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    ((I was so doped up on pain meds, I can't remember if I was at the party or not. I think I was. If so, it was very cool.

    Going on the thought that I was there, I'm sorry I had to leave early. 4 different relaxants and pain meds, plus a ton of ice cream make you rather sleepy. ))
    ~~~~~
    Katelin "Missmaul" Locknane -Sloooowly climbing her way out of the dank pits of gimpness. But stil crazy. Ya know...just in case you cared.

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    Talking

    "Nnnf", Raquel muttered to herself as she rubbed her feet. Her toes were mildly sore and with good reason. She wiggled her "twinklers", working out the soreness and slipped on her boots. Securing the boots' clips to her Elite Issue leggings, Raq couldn't help but replay last night in her head.
    Getting to hit the Rumble Room again made her night.. something about a dark room with lots of boxes was a ton of fun. Soon, images of a large crowd moving through Borealis then entering a building floated across her "vision". They were following someone...

    Raquel chuckled, remembering her view of that Pioneer Backpack which was forever attached to the DJ's back. They had followed him into a hideout of some sort and set up their own private party.... Raq had stumbled in with them. She guessed the music was too much.. it always swept her away to an odd, horrible sense of comfort.

    She sighed softly to herself, finished equipping her gear, loaded the rifle she'd cleaned earlier that morning, and headed out for the day...
    Lauri
    Cookiemonger


    The Original GSP Groupie

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    ((No, really. I'm serious. Can someone tell me what last night was like because I don't even remember being there :P))
    ~~~~~
    Katelin "Missmaul" Locknane -Sloooowly climbing her way out of the dank pits of gimpness. But stil crazy. Ya know...just in case you cared.

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    (( one word to describe it: AWSOME! Can hardly wait for the next one ... oh ... Tarryk is a hunk! ))

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    Box room

    Box room was so much better than the glass floor. Thanks for the great time

    Spizmack - Fighting the mission monotony through submission

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    Garret wonders what in the blue hell this is all about, eventually figuring it must be something to do with sweaty young nubile things gyrating about lots.

    Feeling his age he sighs, but says nothing.

    Besides, MissMaul likes it when he just thinks a lot out loud and says nothing, and who is he to disappoint her now...



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