Hi All,
To get to 1632 East Irving Place, Appartment #25, the best way for me to describe it is:
From campus, head south along Maryland Avenue(Route 30 bus, Downer or Maryland, since they converge south of North Avenue) til Maryland becomes Farwell, head south along Farwell til Irving Place, and the building on the corner of Irving and Farwell is my building, ring Buzzer #25, hopefully Dom is there to let you in, or I will be arriving home from Chicago shortly.
Otherwise, here's a map of the surrounding area
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Friday, May 23, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Adventure 3
Ghent who had been minding his, his, and her own business, begins screaming, Thursday morning, such that he, he, and she passes out, nearly overwhelmed by an electromagnetic fusion based power amplification linked to a neuronic magic.
Victor, perceiving the screaming as of course only he would, does the only logical thing in his opinion: Contacts a battalion of guards and informs them of a "mass murder."
Fenton, one of the more apt to respond guards quickly takes sector seven's battalion of guards to investigate the "crime scene" in case the murderer should still be about, and be the kind that needs more than mere detectives to defeat.
Naknuk, Lia, and Victor all perceive a drastic high wind sweeping through the city to the Southeast.
Naknuk attempts a bit of divination in his own right, first to find out whether a wall of gum could stave off the wind, and secondly after that attempt failed, whether it would be of more prudence to follow the wind, or find its source.
Mercutio is busy in his lab as the wind strikes up, and suddenly the compound he's attempting to create becomes unstable far greater than his calculations would have allowed for, and his experiment blows up, in his face, near literally, stunning him and dropping him to the floor, in a bloody lab-coated heap, smearing his windows with a blue crystalline sap that is slowly hardening.
Ghent is slowly drawing his, his, and herself back together, waking up one dispersed entity at a time. The guards at the scene, find this mildly disturbing, and are unable to make much sense of the screaming, though they trust Victor's judgement, and are legally obliged to perform customary rudimentary investigation to ascertain that there is no threat to the populace about, they are relatively unprepared and underpaid for dealing with Ghent Ghent and Ghent. Also, their stammering mentioning a Victor Stonewell(?) as the cause for the investigation of the screaming perplexes Ghent to a great degree, what does a music teacher know of mass murder screamings or multiple homicides?
Naknuk finds himself nearly unable to proceed towards his intended destination, his own willpower failing him, barely makes it to Mercutio's place and witnessed the dark blue sap and scratches in the windows, as well as the blood visible from outside, after ringing the clockwork doorbell(or whatever it was) Mercutio takes a while, but answers eventually, clad with extra towel-age about his head and face. This leads to the exchange:
(Mercutio and Naknuk could fill you in, as this omnipresent observer was... not present for the exchange.)
Shortly afterwards, a musical air overcomes the city, and everyone begins dancing slightly, it's a rather perfect rhythm something along the lines of... "pissing the day away... pissing the day away..." without the lyrics, so really, just some spoons tapping giving everyone the need to dance.
Lia takes absolute offense to being made to add a little wiggle to her steps, and takes out after the source of the disturbance, as does the rest of the cast, but hers is the more mentionable desire to hunt, as it involved some bloodcurdling hatred.
As the group finally wends its way together, and is able to confront the spoony bard, and the accompanying aphroditic... uh, priest. We find ourselves about here in the time stream... a threat reduced Elan the Spoony Bard's songplay to nothing for the nonce, and a brief interlude with Naknuk and the aphroditic priest allowed the party some knowledge of a great event to the Northwest...
Victor, perceiving the screaming as of course only he would, does the only logical thing in his opinion: Contacts a battalion of guards and informs them of a "mass murder."
Fenton, one of the more apt to respond guards quickly takes sector seven's battalion of guards to investigate the "crime scene" in case the murderer should still be about, and be the kind that needs more than mere detectives to defeat.
Naknuk, Lia, and Victor all perceive a drastic high wind sweeping through the city to the Southeast.
Naknuk attempts a bit of divination in his own right, first to find out whether a wall of gum could stave off the wind, and secondly after that attempt failed, whether it would be of more prudence to follow the wind, or find its source.
Mercutio is busy in his lab as the wind strikes up, and suddenly the compound he's attempting to create becomes unstable far greater than his calculations would have allowed for, and his experiment blows up, in his face, near literally, stunning him and dropping him to the floor, in a bloody lab-coated heap, smearing his windows with a blue crystalline sap that is slowly hardening.
Ghent is slowly drawing his, his, and herself back together, waking up one dispersed entity at a time. The guards at the scene, find this mildly disturbing, and are unable to make much sense of the screaming, though they trust Victor's judgement, and are legally obliged to perform customary rudimentary investigation to ascertain that there is no threat to the populace about, they are relatively unprepared and underpaid for dealing with Ghent Ghent and Ghent. Also, their stammering mentioning a Victor Stonewell(?) as the cause for the investigation of the screaming perplexes Ghent to a great degree, what does a music teacher know of mass murder screamings or multiple homicides?
Naknuk finds himself nearly unable to proceed towards his intended destination, his own willpower failing him, barely makes it to Mercutio's place and witnessed the dark blue sap and scratches in the windows, as well as the blood visible from outside, after ringing the clockwork doorbell(or whatever it was) Mercutio takes a while, but answers eventually, clad with extra towel-age about his head and face. This leads to the exchange:
(Mercutio and Naknuk could fill you in, as this omnipresent observer was... not present for the exchange.)
Shortly afterwards, a musical air overcomes the city, and everyone begins dancing slightly, it's a rather perfect rhythm something along the lines of... "pissing the day away... pissing the day away..." without the lyrics, so really, just some spoons tapping giving everyone the need to dance.
Lia takes absolute offense to being made to add a little wiggle to her steps, and takes out after the source of the disturbance, as does the rest of the cast, but hers is the more mentionable desire to hunt, as it involved some bloodcurdling hatred.
As the group finally wends its way together, and is able to confront the spoony bard, and the accompanying aphroditic... uh, priest. We find ourselves about here in the time stream... a threat reduced Elan the Spoony Bard's songplay to nothing for the nonce, and a brief interlude with Naknuk and the aphroditic priest allowed the party some knowledge of a great event to the Northwest...
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Ramiel's Random Romp
On this episode of Tenochtitlan TV (transport vision), we find traffic backed up around the Northwestern end of town. The rumors circulating state that...
Fsssssttt errrrrr crunch crack boom.
hssssttt...
That's not the sound that healing makes!
Fwakoom!
Hmm, sorry about that my intrepid adventurers, we've had some technical difficulties here in godland, and we'll return to your regularly scheduled adventure shortly, but until then, we hope to tide you over with news of Ramiel's recent outing and rousting of a small cadre of clockwork criminal creeps he comes close to conceiving the creative connivance of his chore.
Ramiel sent to assignment by Detective Dick (Don't laugh at his name,) makes contact with Miss Parker, and gains information on some possibly perturbant clockworks conspiring to run rampant in Tenochtitlan, and takes it upon himself to retrieve the part that was erroneously handed to a false messenger in place of Ramiel, that was taken who knows where.
A deserted office at the far northern end of LIGHTUP (Learnings Institute of Gnometek Higher Technologies Univeristy Plaza) had been home to a few clockwork minions, for no real reason other than no one felt like asking them to leave, leaving it up to someone such as Ramiel to be asked to clear them out in search of useful information on just why they're inhabiting spaces with no signs of a master.
Ramiel's zealousness, and penchant for shoot first, ask questions later, had him do exactly that. He blew the hell out of the clockwork minions in no time flat, and then was left asking, "What among these scrapheaps would be useful evidence?"
Needless to say, all he managed to find was a badly burnt half scrap of paper, with some formulae on it, and figured he needed to head to the other 'den of evil' Miss Parker had pointed out, in the Industrial Sector, where clockworks had been seen skulking about an out of use duplex warehouse/factory unit.
Ramiel's prowess was so great such that he was able to tear through the packs of clockwork minions interspersed throughout the warehouse, collect a servicable part from one of their mangled scrapheap bodies, and even waylay a slightly tougher minion, the size of himself, armed with a larger electric-energy rifle arm. The puddles of molten scrap heap, or charred areas left where disintegratatory explosions took place were the only evidence of Ramiel's short mission in the empty factor, to his knowledge...
Detective Dick thanked Ramiel for his vigilance and commended him on his aptitude as a field operative, when he returned to the agency. Dick handed Ramiel three Gnometek Clockwork Explosion bullet-tips, built for his gun, an experimental weapon, meant to learn whether or not the theory of electromagnetic fusion based power amplification will disrupt what seems to be neuronic magic that seems to keep the clockwork animate. Or if at least the explosion caps will make a cool sounding boom from inside the clockwork craniums.
Dick then set Ramiel to hunt down at least five renegade clockwork and return to him afterwards...
Fsssssttt errrrrr crunch crack boom.
hssssttt...
That's not the sound that healing makes!
Fwakoom!
Hmm, sorry about that my intrepid adventurers, we've had some technical difficulties here in godland, and we'll return to your regularly scheduled adventure shortly, but until then, we hope to tide you over with news of Ramiel's recent outing and rousting of a small cadre of clockwork criminal creeps he comes close to conceiving the creative connivance of his chore.
Ramiel sent to assignment by Detective Dick (Don't laugh at his name,) makes contact with Miss Parker, and gains information on some possibly perturbant clockworks conspiring to run rampant in Tenochtitlan, and takes it upon himself to retrieve the part that was erroneously handed to a false messenger in place of Ramiel, that was taken who knows where.
A deserted office at the far northern end of LIGHTUP (Learnings Institute of Gnometek Higher Technologies Univeristy Plaza) had been home to a few clockwork minions, for no real reason other than no one felt like asking them to leave, leaving it up to someone such as Ramiel to be asked to clear them out in search of useful information on just why they're inhabiting spaces with no signs of a master.
Ramiel's zealousness, and penchant for shoot first, ask questions later, had him do exactly that. He blew the hell out of the clockwork minions in no time flat, and then was left asking, "What among these scrapheaps would be useful evidence?"
Needless to say, all he managed to find was a badly burnt half scrap of paper, with some formulae on it, and figured he needed to head to the other 'den of evil' Miss Parker had pointed out, in the Industrial Sector, where clockworks had been seen skulking about an out of use duplex warehouse/factory unit.
Ramiel's prowess was so great such that he was able to tear through the packs of clockwork minions interspersed throughout the warehouse, collect a servicable part from one of their mangled scrapheap bodies, and even waylay a slightly tougher minion, the size of himself, armed with a larger electric-energy rifle arm. The puddles of molten scrap heap, or charred areas left where disintegratatory explosions took place were the only evidence of Ramiel's short mission in the empty factor, to his knowledge...
Detective Dick thanked Ramiel for his vigilance and commended him on his aptitude as a field operative, when he returned to the agency. Dick handed Ramiel three Gnometek Clockwork Explosion bullet-tips, built for his gun, an experimental weapon, meant to learn whether or not the theory of electromagnetic fusion based power amplification will disrupt what seems to be neuronic magic that seems to keep the clockwork animate. Or if at least the explosion caps will make a cool sounding boom from inside the clockwork craniums.
Dick then set Ramiel to hunt down at least five renegade clockwork and return to him afterwards...
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